Wake Up
Although ya try to discredit
ya still never edit
The needle, I'll thread it
Radically poetic
Standin with the fury that they had
on '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 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 the 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 to the power of the have-nots
And then came the shot
Wit' poetry my mind I flex
Flip like Wilson, vocals never
lackin' dat finesse
Whadda I have 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 takin' photos
Mad bod kick open the shutter
set the groove
Then I stick and move like I was
Cassius
Rep the shutter step
Then bomb a left upon the fascists
Yea, the several federal men
Who pulled schemes and murals with
metaphors
The networks at wpork, keepin' people
calm
Ya know they murdered X
And tried to blaim it on Islam
He turned the power to the have-nots
And then came the shot
What was the price on is head