Free Mumia Lyrics - 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 want to quote the scripture 

Every time you hear nigga, listen up sista 

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 be -boy stance 

Recognize moms I'm one of your sons I'm hip-hop 

In 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, FACT 

[Chorus] 

Warner, Elektra, Atlantic equals WEA 

Instead of fighting them why don't you go free Mumia 

(repeat 2X) 

Wild recital, I kicks the vital, like the _Final 

Call 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 Dade 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 millennium party held at Giza 

Sayin he's a, fraud, oh my Goddess 

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] 

Buck buck! Buck buck buck! 

It sound like gunshots but it could be the plot 

Of a chicken, definition, is what you're missin and 

Listen 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 want to 

They gettin dumber every summer as they walk the rope 

Maybe because they cannot understand the quotes 

Word, in actuality, this Norman Bates mentality 

Always seems to represent, minus three-sixty percent 

For degrees full circle, dead from the purple 

Rays 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, revelations 

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 (it's 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 

[Chorus]