Although ya try to discredit
The needle I'll thread it
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
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
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
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
Mad boy kicks open the shutter
Then stick and move like I was Cassius
Then bomb a left upon the fascists
Yea the several federal men
Who pulled schemes on the dream
Of retribution with mind war
20/20 visions and murals with metaphors
Networks at work keepin' people calm
And tried to blame it on Islam
He turned the power to the have-nots
What was the price on his head
What was the price on his head