Slimkid3 - Fatlip West Coast Mix lyrics

[Aceyalone] Freedom is that cold road seldom traveled, by the multitude We need to depict to describe it, so that we can cultivate this food Motivate a few of you fools, regenerate the mood Free ourselves from mental bondage, free ourselves from Family Feuds Now follow me through this prophecy, building our colonies Where our pillars and columns be, bigger than the coliseum I call 'em like I see 'em, the devil does a devil's dance They wanna murder Mumia, take action, it's the only chance [Tre Hardson] Now they will flee and guard, just to feel the power Not to justify, that of you and I Holdin' daggers up and lettin' you decide After pa**in' information that's falsified Stand behind a lie, what does it cost to die? What does it cost to live? Why do they specify? These terms of why, when they ain't the most high They fear they will k**, but the soul will never die [Zack de la Rocha] You see the capital thugs got nervous Cause he refused to be their servant Cause he spit truth that shook heads and burn like black churches Prose and verses, filled with a million black hearses Watch, see the decision of Dred Scott as it reverses So as long as their rope is tight around Mumia's neck Let there be no rich white life we bound to respect Cause and effect, can you smell the smoke in the breeze? My Panther, my brother, we are at war until you're free [Jean Grae] I plan to move my motherf**ers to the frontline, ready with guns co*kin' We storm prisons, get the wards rockin' Snipe all the F.B.I. and cops clockin' Philly officials, bodies droppin' Offends the eighty-five, bombin' Eye for an eye, we'll hang 'em by the Capitol Steps Snap their necks, snatch their vests, equip my children with techs Free from the protected Feds, called it murder, legal execution sh** Free the righteous or face the bloody revolutionists song [Divine Styler] In the holy month of Ramadan, doin' time, war and degrees Within the means of God's speed, feel the supreme penalties Black non-fiction, remains the weapon of choice Reject the illusion of justice and white hears the black voice The pa**ion behind the file, the flesh beyond the bars Through the spirit of under force, who's deaf and who's cost? Break the black man down in front of the black fam and all Guilty as you all, free Mumia Abu-Jamal [P.E.A.C.E.] This is a P.S.A. to the P.S.C. and the P.P.D Mumia Abu-Jamal must be set free How would y'all like it if we took it to the streets In a discrete fashion? Still smashin', underground arsenal of lyricists Live from d**h row We want the voices of the voices fully clothed and ready to go And if not, you'll witness the largest uprisin' you've even seen befo' April twenty-fo', nineteen fifty-fo'