( Part III ) : Wake Up !

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 Im mad

Still knee-deep in the systems shit

Hoover, he was a body remover

Ill 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 these 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 the power to the have-nots

And then came the shot

Yeah!

Yeah, back in this...

Wit poetry, my mind I flex

Flip like wilson, vocals never lackin dat finesse

Whadda I got to, whadda I got to do to wake ya up

To shake ya up, to break the structure up

Cause blood still flows in the gutter

Im 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

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

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?

What was the price on his head!

I think I heard a shot

I think I heard, I think I heard a shot

Background: black nationalism

He may be a real contender for this position should he

Abandon his supposed obediance to white liberal doctrine

Of non-violence...and embrace black nationalism

Through counter-intelligence it should be possible to

Pinpoint potential trouble-makers...

And neutralise them

Wake up! wake up! wake up! wake up!

Wake up! wake up! wake up! wake up!