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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