Come on uggh
come on although ya
Try to discredit
ya still never edit
The needle
I'll thread it
Radically poetic
standing
With the fury that
they had in ཾ
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 to the rage
built up inside of me
Fist in the air
in the land of
Hypocrisy
movements come
And movements go
leaders speak
Movements cease when
their heads are flown
'Cause
all these punks
Got bullets
in their heads
Departments
the judges of police
The feds
networks at work
Keeping 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 yeah
yeah back in this
Wit' poetry my mind
I flex flip
Like Wilson vocals
never lacking
Dat finesse
whadda I got to
Whadda I got 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
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 the several
federal men
Who pulled schemes
on the dream
And put it to an end
ya betta beware
Of retribution
with mind war
Twenty twenty visions
and murals
With metaphors
the networks at work
Keeping 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~
Uggh what was
the price on his head
What was the price
on his head
I think I heard a shot
I think I heard a shot
I think I heard a shot
I think I heard a shot
I think I heard a
shot I
Think I heard I think
I heard a shot~
Wake up wake up
wake up wake up
Wake up wake up
wake up wake up~
How long not long
'cause
What you reap is
what you sow~