Come on

Although you try to discredit
You still never edit
The needle I'll thread it
Radically poetic
Standing 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 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 of police
(What?)
The judges
(What?)
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
With poetry my mind I flex
Flip like Wilson
Vocals never lacking that finesse
What do I gotta I got to
What do I gotta 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 photo
Mad chick kicks open the shutter
Set the groove
Then 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
You better beware of retribution with mind war
20 20 visions and murals with metaphors

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

I think I heard a shot

Wake up

How long? Not long
Cause what you reap is what you sow