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 hypocracy

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, 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 lackin' 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 groove

Then I stick and move like I was Cassius

Rep the stutter step Then bomb a left upon the fascists

Yeah, 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

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 intellence it should be possible to pinpoint potential

trouble-makers and neutralize them x2

And neutralize them x6

Wake up x8

How long, that long

Cause what you reap

Is what you sow!