Lyrics - Free Mumia by Krs-one

Knowledge, where the people at?
Free
Mumia!
Channel
Live! (
KRS-
One, come and represent)(
The wisdom)
Hah hah hah hah hah hahaha!
Free
Mumia!
Everywhere
I look there's another house negro
Talkin about they people and how they should be equal
They talkin but the conversation ain't goin nowhere
You can't diss hip-hop, so don't you even go there
C.
Delores
Tucker, you wanna quote the scripture
Everytime you hear nigga, listen up sista
Verse
One:
Hakim,
KRS,
Tuffy
I met up with this girl named
Delores, a prankster
I said
I
MC, she said, "
You're a gangster"
But she was caught up, she hit the floor like a breakdance
Wrapped her up like the arms in a b-boy stance
Recognize moms
I'm one of your sons
I'm hip-hopin the form of
Channel
Live and
KRS-
One
Representin
MC's across
America
She said, "
You're the one who be causin all that mass hysteria"
Wisdom shall come out of the mouths of babes and sucklings
But you blinded by cultural ignorance and steady judging
But judge not, lest ye may be judged
For the judgment ye judge ye shall surely be judged, you gets no love
She said, "
I like it, that's why
I jock it"
Then
I said, "
You only on my back because
I fill brother's pockets"
Got em drivin
Benzes
Jeeps and
Rolls
Royces
Attackin me will leave youth with no voices
The choice is yours not mine hang with me
I'll have you freestyle and bombin graffiti
We can cut it up like like wax
Claimin
I cause violence but
America was violent before rap,
FACTChorus:
KRS-
One
Warner,
Elektra,
Atlantic equal
WEAInstead of fighting them why don't you go free
Mumia(repeat 2
X)
Verse
Two:
Tuffy,
KRS,
Hakim
Wild recital,
I kicks the vital, like the finalcall as
I watch,
Babylon fall
I had to
Rush
Limbaugh, get that pig with an axe
Tuffy dips to the side, buckin cannons that's phat
Because he censors the uses of the metaphor
You can get the dick bum up
Because it's you that brings the, real horrorcore
Expenditures forgettin, gut from the poor
Why sure!
Back before we were born they sold us out
Yeah
J.
Jackson we know what you about
Youse a
Slave
Mason, not a
Free
Mason
Before long the
Goddess
Tiamat through hip-hop you'll be facin
Don't start me, cause
I be the, lyricist
At the nineteen ninety-nine millenium party held at
Giza
Sayin he's a, fraud, oh my
God
Cause never in your life should you disrespect an artist
Instead, focus your attention on astronomy
And the up and coming, shift in the economy
If you can't do that, then heed the final call
To free
Mumia,
Abu-
Jamal
Hate to be so rough, it could be the
White
Owls
House niggaz are full of crap, like my
Colin
Powell
Kickin vowels, is how we relieve the tension
Until we start to bounce white people like suspension (revolution)
You paint the pictures, the black man on the corner
But tell me, who blew up
Oklahoma?
The
City, ain't no pity, for the beast
It's
Hakim that voice from the
East
Chorus
Verse
Three:
KRS,
Hakim,
Tuffy
Buck buck!
Buck buck buck!
It sound like gunshots but it could be the plotof a chicken, definition, is what you're missin andlisten to your children instead of dissin em
Senator
Dole doesn't understand the young people
Like they be sayin want to, but we be sayin wanna
They gettin dumber every summer as they walk the rope
Maybe because they cannot understand the quotes
Word, in actuality, this
Norman
Bates mentalityalways seems to represent, minus three-sixty percent
For degrees full circle, dead from the purplerays of the sun
I gots melanin so check it
Bag your nuts quick or get sick from being naked
Suspect it, was it a means for the end
For just a few to drive the
Benz while you eat the pigskins
Turned you into mannequins, cause the trick of technology
A revelation, revalations
Sensation gives me inspiration of revolution
That's my solution, there will be no sequels
I'm audi hundred forty four thousand with my people
From
Caligula to
Hitler, now it's
Schwartzeneggar
A lust for the violence is the science of their behavior
Who enslaved ya (the devil) but the
God of virtuosity
And of the world created, could it be mental sodomy
Got my mind twisted like the blades of fonta leaf
I sit in disbelief as he crawls underneath
The rock cock back the glock, cause
I don't trust
The devil
I rebel until
Babylon is dust
Chorussallysally@usa.net

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