Channel Live - Free Mumia (Vinyl Version) lyrics

[Intro] Knowledge, where the people at? Free Mumia! Channel Live! (KRS-One) Hah hah hah hah hah hahaha! Free Mumia! [KRS-One] 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 n***a, well listen up sista [Verse 1: Hakim, KRS-One, 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 You'll have money cause I hear you get stars She said, "Where you from?" I said, "I was born up in the South Bronx But now I reside across America" She said: "You the one who be causing all that ma** hysteria Wisdom shall come out of the mouths of babes and s**lings 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 dick because I fill brotha's pockets Cut the bullsh**, take me to your pad" She said: "Im'a give you the a** because I like the way your pants sag" Spread the legs with the other hand she threw the kitty Then I sprayed jizm like graffiti on her titties Freestyled all night, no doubt That b**h couldn't get enough cause she was strung the f** out [Chorus: KRS-One] x2 Warner, Elektra, Atlantic equals WEA Instead of fighting them why don't you go free Mumia [Verse 2: Tuffy, KRS-One, Hakim] Wild recital, I kicks the vital, like the Final Call, as I watch, Babylon fall I had to Rush Limbaugh, hit that pig with an axe Tuffy dips to the side, buckin' cannons that phat Because he censored the uses of the metaphor You can get the tip of my dick Gore Because it's you that brings the real horrorcore Expenditures forgettin', cut from the poor Why sure! Back before we were born, they sold us out Yeah, J. Jackson, we know what you about Back when you was running for the presidencey and competing All rap was dope, you loved every beat and But you took the beating You was using us then, like you're using us now In the National Urban League, I don't know how You figure the Stop the Violence Movement gave you six hundred thousand, n***a And now you quicker to diss, I get with miss Tucker You better find another you sell-out motherf**ers Hate to be so rough, it could be the White Owls House n***as are full of sh**, like my Colin Powell Kickin vowels, is how we relieve the tension Until we start to bounce white people like suspension You paint the picture, it's 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] x2 [Verse 3: KRS-One, Hakim, Tuffy] Buck-buck! Buck-buck-buck! It sound like gunshots but it could be the cluck of a chicken, definition is what you're missin' and Listen to your children instead of dissin' em Senator Dole doesn't understand the younger Like they be sayin', "Want to", but we be sayin', "Wanna" They gettin' dumber every summer, as they walk the road Mainly because they cannot understand the code In actuality, this Norman Bates mentality Always seems to represent, minus three-sixty percent Or 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 is 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, and now it's Schwarzenegger 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 co*k back the Glock cause I don't trust The Devil, I rebel until Babylon is dust [Chorus] x2