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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 SongtexteWit' 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 Aus Songtexte Mania