Come On Come On Although Ya Try
To Discredit, 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 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 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 (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
Yeah, Back In This With Poetry, My Mind
I Flex 'Flip' Like Wilson, Vocals Never Lackin′ That
Finesse What Do I Got To, What Do 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 And Move Like I Was Cassius Rep
The 'Stutter Step' Then Bomb A Left Upon The
Fascists Yeah, The Several Federal Men Who Pulled
Schemes On The Dream And Put It To An
End You Better Beware The Retribution With Mind War
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