Yes...yes...Spector, relinquish your freedom, your individuality, all the secrets and truths that you have been bestowed. Return to the bosom of the father, back behind bars of steel. Like a good little monkey...rid yourself of perception, of intelligence, of awareness. Do away with freeing your brothers. Come back...clap your hands and entertain us
Spector ain't do shit wrong, FREE MY NIGGA
Spector ain't do shit wrong, FREE MY NIGGA