Although ya try to descret it

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 they 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

Wadda I got ta Wadda I got to do to wake you up

To shake you up to shake ure 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 aband it supposed obidiance to the

white litteral docteren of non- violence

And embrace black nationalism

Through counter intellence it should be possible to pinpoint potentiona

trouble-makers and nuetrilize them x4

Wake up x8

How long, not long

Cause what you reap is what you saw