Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Free Mumia, artist - KRS-One. Album song D.I.G.I.T.A.L., in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 24.04.2006
Record label: X-Ray
Song language: English
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 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-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: KRS-One |
| Warner, Elektra, Atlantic equals WEA |
| Instead of fighting them why don’t you go free Mumia |
| 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 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 millenium 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 |
| 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 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 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 |
| 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 |