Songtext Free mumia KRS-One

Free mumia

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 theres another house negro
Talkin about they people and how they should be equal
They talkin but the conversation aint goin nowhere
You cant diss hip-hop, so dont 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, youre 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 Im one of your sons Im hip-hop
In the form of channel live and krs-one
Representin mcs across america
She said, youre 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, thats why I jock it
Then I said, you only on my back because I fill brothers 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
Ill 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: krs-one

Warner, elektra, atlantic equals wea
Instead of fighting them why dont you go free mumia
(repeat 2x)

Verse two: tuffy, krs, hakim

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 thats phat
Because he censors the uses of the metaphor
You can get the dick bum up
Because its 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 youll be facin
Dont start me, cause I be the, lyricist
At the nineteen ninety-nine millenium party held at giza
Sayin hes 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 cant 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, aint no pity, for the beast
Its 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 plot
Of a chicken, definition, is what youre missin and
Listen to your children instead of dissin em
Senator dole doesnt 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 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, revalations
Sensation gives me inspiration of revolution
Thats my solution, there will be no sequels
Im audi hundred forty four thousand with my people

From caligula to hitler, now its schwartzeneggar
A lust for the violence is the science of their behavior
Who enslaved ya (its 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 dont trust
The devil I rebel until babylon is dust

Chorus