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

 Verse One: Hakim, KRS, Tuffy

 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

 Chorus: KRS-One

 Warner, Elektra, Atlantic equals WEA
 Instead of fighting them why don't you go free Mumia
 (repeat 2X)

 Verse Two: Tuffy, KRS, Hakim

 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 Dade 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 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

 Chorus

 Verse Three: KRS, Hakim, Tuffy

 Buck buck! Buck buck buck!
 It sound like gunshots but it could be the plot
 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

 Chorus