Although ya try to iscredit
  Ya still never edit
  The needle, I'll 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 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 theirheads are flown
  'Cause all these punks
  Got bullets in their heads
  Department of police, the judge, 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
    Wit' poetry, my mind I flex
  Flip like Wilson, vocals never lackin' dat fitnesse
  Whadda I have to do to wake you up
  To shake you up, to break the structure up
  'Cause this blood still floods in the gutter
  I'm like talkin' 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 facists
  Yea, the several federal men
  Who pulled schemes on the dream
  And put it to an end
    Ya better beware
  Of retribution with mind war
  20/20 visions and murals with metaphors
    The 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
    What was the price on his head