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    Come on!
    Ugh!
    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 (what?), the judges (what?), 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

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    Wit' poetry, my mind I flex
    Flip like Wilson, vocals never lackin' dat finesse
    What do I got to, what do I got to do to wake you 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

    Yeah, 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

    Ugh!
    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

    The 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 neutralize them, and neutralize them
    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!

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    Composition: Tim Commerford, Tom Morello, Zack De La Rocha, and Bradley Wilk

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