Текст песни KRS One - Free Mumia
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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 negroTalkin about they people and how they should be equalThey talkin but the conversation ain`t goin nowhereYou can`t diss hip hop so don`t you even go thereC. Delores Tucker you wanna quote the scriptureEverytime you hear nigga, listen up sistaVerse One: Hakim, KRS, TuffyI met up with this girl named Delores, a pranksterI said I MC, she said, "You`re a gangster"But she was caught up, she hit the floor like a breakdanceWrapped her up like the arms in a b-boy stanceRecognize moms I`m one of your sons I`m hip-hopin the form of Channel Live and KRS-OneRepresentin MC`s across AmericaShe said, "You`re the one who be causin all that mass hysteria"Wisdom shall come out of the mouths of babes and sucklingsBut you blinded by cultural ignorance and steady judgingBut judge not, lest ye may be judgedFor the judgment ye judge ye shall surely be judged, you gets no loveShe 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 RoycesAttackin me will leave youth with no voicesThe choice is yours not mine hang with meI`ll have you freestyle and bombin graffitiWe can cut it up like like waxClaimin I cause violence but America was violent before rap, FACTChorus: KRS-OneWarner, Elektra, Atlantic equals WEAInstead of fighting them why don`t you go free Mumia(repeat 2X)Verse Two: Tuffy, KRS, HakimWild recital, I kicks the vital, like the _FinalCall_ as I watch, Babylon fallI had to Rush Limbaugh, get that pig with an axeTuffy dips to the side, buckin cannons that`s phatBecause he censors the uses of the metaphorYou can get the dick bum upBecause it`s you that brings the, real horrorcoreExpenditures forgettin, gut from the poorWhy sure! Back before we were born they sold us outYeah Dade Jackson we know what you aboutYouse a Slave Mason, not a Free MasonBefore long the Goddess Tiamat through hip-hop you`ll be facinDon`t start me, cause I be the, lyricistAt the nineteen ninety-nine millenium party held at GizaSayin he`s a, fraud, oh my GoddessNever in your life should you disrespect an artistInstead, focus your attention on astronomyAnd the up and coming, shift in the economyIf you can`t do that, then heed the final callTo free Mumia, Abu-JamalHate to be so rough, it could be the White OwlsHouse niggaz are full of crap, like my Colin PowellKickin vowels, is how we relieve the tensionUntil we start to bounce white people like suspension (revolution)You paint the pictures, the black man on the cornerBut tell me, who blew up Oklahoma?The City, ain`t no pity, for the beastIt`s Hakim that voice from the EastChorusVerse Three: KRS, Hakim, TuffyBuck buck! Buck buck buck!It sound like gunshots but it could be the plotof a chicken, definition, is what you`re missin andlisten to your children instead of dissin emSenator Dole doesn`t understand the young peopleLike they be sayin want to, but we be sayin wannaThey gettin dumber every summer as they walk the ropeMaybe because they cannot understand the quotesWord, in actuality, this Norman Bates mentalityalways seems to represent, minus three-sixty percentFor degrees full circle, dead from the purplerays of the sun I gots melanin so check itBag your nuts quick or get sick from being nakedSuspect it, was it a means for the endFor just a few to drive the Benz while you eat the pigskinsTurned you into mannequins, cause the trick of technologyA revelation, revalationsSensation gives me inspiration of revolutionThat`s my solution, there will be no sequelsI`m audi hundred forty four thousand with my peopleFrom Caligula to Hitler, now it`s SchwartzeneggarA lust for the violence is the science of their behaviorWho enslaved ya (it`s the Devil) but the God of virtuosityAnd of the world created, could it be mental sodomyGot my mind twisted like the blades of fonta leafI sit in disbelief as he crawls underneaththe rock cock back the glock, cause I don`t trustthe Devil I rebel until Babylon is dustChorus