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 ya a dose

But it'll never come close

FIST IN THE AIR

Movements come and movements go

Leaders speak, movements cease

When their heads are flown

'Cause all these punks

Departments of police

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

Wit' poetry, my mind I flex

Flip like Wilson

Vocals never lackin' dat finesse

Whadda I have to do to wake ya up

To shake ya up, to break the structure up

'Cause this blood still flows in the gutter

I'm like takin' photos

Mad boy kicks open the shutter

Get the groove

Then I stick and move like I was Cassius

Rep the stutter step

Yea, the several federal men

Who pulled schemes on the dream

And put it to an end

Ya betta beware

20/20 visions and

Murals with metaphors

The networks at work

Keepin' people calm

Ya know they murdered X

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?