Unbound Allstars, P.E.A.C.E., Divine Styler, Aceyalone, Jean Grae - Fatlip West Coast Mix lyrics
[Unbound Allstars, P.E.A.C.E., Divine Styler, Aceyalone, Jean Grae - Fatlip West Coast Mix lyrics]
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
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 passin' 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 kill
But the soul will never die
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
I plan to move my
Motherfuckers to the frontline
Ready with guns cockin'
We storm prisons, get the wards rockin'
Snipe all the FBI 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 shit
Free the righteous or face
The bloody revolutionists song
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 passion 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
This is a PSA to the PSC and the PPD
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 death 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'
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
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 passin' 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 kill
But the soul will never die
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
I plan to move my
Motherfuckers to the frontline
Ready with guns cockin'
We storm prisons, get the wards rockin'
Snipe all the FBI 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 shit
Free the righteous or face
The bloody revolutionists song
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 passion 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
This is a PSA to the PSC and the PPD
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 death 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'