Come on! Although ya try to discredit, ya still never edit The needle,I’ll 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’ll never come close.To the rage built up inside of me! Fist in the air,in the land of hypocrisy.
Movements come and movements go Leaders speak,Movements cease when their heads are flown! Cause all these punks got bullets in their heads Departments of police, (what!) the judges,(what!) the feds! Networks at work, keeping 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. Fip like Wilson, vocals never lackin’ that finesse What do I got to, what do 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 groove. Then stick and move like I was Cassius Rep the “Stutter Step” then bomb a left upon the fascists Yeah, The several federal men
Who pulled schemes on the dream and put it to an end! You better 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 What was the price on his head? I think I heard a shot… Wake up!… How long?Not long
‘Cause what you reapIs what you sow