KRS-One, Channel Live - Free Mumia lyrics
[KRS-One, Channel Live - Free Mumia lyrics]
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
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
Warner, Elektra, Atlantic equals WEA
Instead of fighting them why don't
You go free Mumia
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's phat
Because he censors the usage of the metaphor
You can get the tip of my dick Gore
Because it's you that brings the
Real horrorcore
Expenditures be gettin, cut from the poor
Why sure! Back before we were
Born they sold us out
Yeah J 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 niggas 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
Warner, Elektra, Atlantic equals WEA
Instead of fighting them why don't
You go free Mumia
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 raod
Maybe because they cannot understand the code
Word, 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
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 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 cock back the Glock
Cause, I don't trust
The Devil I rebel until Babylon is dust
Warner, Elektra, Atlantic equals WEA
Instead of fighting them why don't
You go 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
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
Warner, Elektra, Atlantic equals WEA
Instead of fighting them why don't
You go free Mumia
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's phat
Because he censors the usage of the metaphor
You can get the tip of my dick Gore
Because it's you that brings the
Real horrorcore
Expenditures be gettin, cut from the poor
Why sure! Back before we were
Born they sold us out
Yeah J 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 niggas 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
Warner, Elektra, Atlantic equals WEA
Instead of fighting them why don't
You go free Mumia
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 raod
Maybe because they cannot understand the code
Word, 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
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 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 cock back the Glock
Cause, I don't trust
The Devil I rebel until Babylon is dust
Warner, Elektra, Atlantic equals WEA
Instead of fighting them why don't
You go free Mumia