Wake Up
although ya try to discredit
ya still never edit
the needle ill thread it
radically poetic
standin
with the fury that they had in '66
and like e-double
im mad
knee deep in the system's shit
hoover
he was a body remover
ill give ya a dose
but it can never come close
to the rage built up inside of me
fist in the air in the land of hypocrisy
movements come and omvements go
leaders speak movements cease
when their heads are flown
cuz all these punks got bullets in their
departments of police the judges the feds
networks at work keepin people calm
ya
know they went after king
when he spoke out on vietnam
he turned the power to the have nots
and then came the shots
wit poetry my mind i flex
flip
like wilson
vocals never lacking dat finesse
what do i gotta
what do i gotta
do to wake ya up
to shake ya up to break the structure up
this blood still flows in the gutter
im like taking photos
mad boy kicks open the shutter
set tha groove
then
stik and move like i was cassius
rep the stutter step then bomb a left upon the fascists
yea the several federal men
who pulled schemes on the dream
and put it to an end
ya 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 shots
WHAT WAS THE PRICE ON HIS HEAD