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[00:39.919]Come on!
[00:52.000]Uggh!
[01:01.193]Come on！
[01:02.180]Although ya try to discredit
[01:03.432]Ya still never edit
[01:05.172]The needle, I'll thread it
[01:06.679]Radically poetic
[01:08.181]Standin' with the fury that they had in '66
[01:11.176]And like E-Double I'm mad
[01:12.941]Still knee-deep in the system's shit
[01:14.923]Hoover, he was a body remover
[01:17.185]I'll give ya a dose
[01:18.429]But it'll never come close
[01:19.684]To the rage built up inside of me
[01:22.924]Fist in the air, in the land of hypocrisy
[01:26.181]Movements come and movements go
[01:28.182]Leaders speak, movements cease
[01:29.941]When their heads are flown
[01:31.677]'Cause all these punks
[01:32.883]Got bullets in their heads
[01:34.148]Departments of police, the judges, the feds
[01:37.142]Networks at work, keepin' people calm
[01:39.394]You know they went after King
[01:41.153]When he spoke out on Vietnam
[01:43.133]He turned the power to the have-nots
[01:46.136]And then came the shot
[01:57.647]Yeah!
[02:06.632]Yeah, back in this...
[02:10.885]Wit' poetry, my mind I flex
[02:13.133]Flip like Wilson, vocals never lackin' dat finesse
[02:16.636]Whadda I got to, whadda I got to do to wake ya up
[02:19.390]To shake ya up, to break the structure up
[02:22.144]'Cause blood still flows in the gutter
[02:24.401]I'm like takin' photos
[02:26.084]Mad boy kicks open the shutter
[02:27.847]Set the groove
[02:28.849]Then stick and move like I was Cassius
[02:30.846]Rep the stutter step
[02:31.590]Then bomb a left upon the fascists
[02:33.590]Yea, the several federal men
[02:36.278]Who pulled schemes on the dream and put it to an end
[02:39.286]Ya better beware
[02:40.529]Of retribution with mind war
[02:42.039]20/20 visions and murals with metaphors
[02:44.793]Networks at work, keepin' people calm
[02:47.291]Ya know they murdered X
[02:49.046]And tried to blame it on Islam
[02:50.788]He turned the power to the have-nots
[02:54.038]And then came the shot
[03:05.290]
[03:31.537]Uggh!
[03:36.279]What was the price on his head?
[03:41.546]What was the price on his head!
[03:47.543]I think I heard a shot
[03:53.044]I think I heard a shot
[03:58.544]I think I heard a shot
[04:04.299]I think I heard a shot
[04:15.793]I think I heard a shot
[04:22.789]I think I heard, I think I heard a shot
[04:34.296]
[04:37.784]'Black nationalism’
[04:40.240]'He may be a real contender for this position [of "black messiah"] should he...'
[04:42.965]'abandon his supposed obedience to white, liberal doctrines of non-violence...'
[04:47.651]'and embrace black nationalism.'
[04:50.377]'Through counter-intelligence it should be possible to...'
[04:52.379]'pinpoint potential trouble-makers, and neutralize them.'
[04:59.378]'Neutralize them, neutralize them.'
[05:04.877]Wake up! Wake up! Wake up! Wake up!
[05:15.874]Wake up! Wake up! Wake up! Wake up!
[05:50.882]How long? Not long, cause what you reap is what you sow

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Come on!
Uggh!
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 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
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
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
Uggh!
What was the price on his head?
What was the price on his head!
I think I heard a shot
I think I heard a shot
I think I heard a shot
I think I heard a shot
I think I heard a shot
I think I heard, I think I heard a shot
'Black nationalism’
'He may be a real contender for this position should he...'
'abandon his supposed obedience to white, liberal doctrines of non-violence...'
'and embrace black nationalism.'
'Through counter-intelligence it should be possible to...'
'pinpoint potential trouble-makers, and neutralize them.'
'Neutralize them, neutralize them.'
Wake up! Wake up! Wake up! Wake up!
Wake up! Wake up! Wake up! Wake up!
How long? Not long, cause what you reap is what you sow