Free Mumia

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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

You have money cause I hear u get stars

She said "where you from? " I said "I was born up in the south Bronx! "

But now I reside all across america

She said "You the one who be causing 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 dick because I fill brotha's pockets

Cut the bullshit take me to you pad. she said, I'm gonna give you the ass cause I like the way your pants sag

Spread the legs with the otha hand she threw her kitty then I sprayed jizm like graffiti on her titty

Freestyled all night no doudt the bitch could'ntget enough cause she was strung the fuck out.

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, get that pig with an axe

Tuffy dips to the side, buckin cannons that's phat

Because he censors the uses of the metaphor

You can get the dick bum up

Because it's you that brings the, real horrorcore

Expenditures forgettin, gut 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 were running for the presidencey and competeting

All rap was dope and u love every beat and but you took the beating

You was using us then like you're using us now in the urban nation league

I don't know how you figure the stop the violence movement gave you $600, 000 NIGGA

And now u quicker to diss and get with miss Tucker you better find another you sell out

Mutha fucka's

Hate to be so rough, it could be the White Owls

House niggaz 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

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 young people

Like they be sayin want to, but we be sayin wanna

They gettin dumber every summer as they walk the rope

Maybe because they cannot understand the quotes

Word, in actuality, this Norman Bates mentality

Always seems to represent, minus three-sixty percent

For 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 Schwartzeneggar

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