Although ya try to descredit Ya still never edit The needle I thread it Radically poetic Standin with the fury that they had in '66 And like e-double I'm mad, still knee deep in the system's shit Hoover, he was a body remover I'll give you a dose but it could never come close to the rage Built up inside a me Fist in the air in the land of hypocracy
Movements come and movements go Leaders speak movements sieze when their heads are flown Cause all these punks got bullets in their heads Departments of police the judges the feds Networks at work keepin people calm You know they went after King, when he spoke out on Vietnam He turned the power to the have-nots And then came the shot
With poetry my mind I flex Flip like Wilson, vocals never lack and dat finesse Who I got ta who I got to do to wake you up To shake you up to break the structure up Cause blood still flows in the gutter I'm like taking photos Mad boy kicks open the shutter Set the grove Then stick and move like I was Cassius Rep the stutter step Then bomb a left upon the fascists Yeah, the group of several federal men Who pulled schemes on the dream And put it to an end Ya betta beware Of retribution with mind war 20/20 visions and murals with metaphors
Networks at work, keepin' people calm Ya know they murdered X And tried to blame it on Islam He turned the power to the have-nots And then came the shot
Urrrgh What was the price on his head What was the price on his head
I think I heard a shot x5 I think I heard, I think I heard a shot
Black Nationalism He may be a brave contenner for this position Should he abandon it supposed obediance to the white literal docteren of non-violence And embrace black nationalism Through counter intelligence it should be possible to pinpoint potential trouble-makers x2 Through counter intelligence it should be possible to pinpoint potential trouble makers and neutralize them x4 Wake up Wake up Wake up Wake up Wake up Wake up Wake up Wake up
How long, not long Cause what you reap Is what you sow!