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| 7. WAKE UP Although ya try to discredit Ya still never edit The needle, I'll thresd 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 s**t I'll give ya a dose But I'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 Wit' poetry, my mind I flex Flip like Wilson, vocals never lackin' that finesse Whadda I have to do to wake ya up To shake ya up, to break the structure up 'Cause this blood still flows in the gutter I'm like takin' peoples photos Mad boy kicks open the shudder Set the groove Then I stick and move like I was Cassius Rep the shutter step Then bomb a left upon the fascists Yea, the several federal men Who pulled the 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 |