Текст: 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 sow