Wake Up

Come on Although you try to discredit You still never edit The needle I'll thread it Radically poetic Stanin with the fury that they had in '66 And like E double I'm mad Standin knee deep in the system's shit Hoover, he was a body remover I can give you a dose But it can never come close To the rage built up inside of me Fist in the air in the land of hipocracy 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 (The Feds) Networks at work keepin 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 back in this With poetry my mind I flex Flip like Wilson, vocals never lackin that finesse Whadda I got to, whadda I got 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 takin photos Mad Boy kicks open the shutter Set the groove Then stick a move like I was Cassius Rep the stutter step Then bomb a left upon the fascists Yea, the several federal men Who pulled scemes 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 keepin people calm You know they murdered X 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