wake up-rage against the machine
although ya try to discredit ya still never edit
the needle I'll thread it radically poetic
standing with the fury that they had in '66
and like e-double, I'm mad
still knee-deep in the system's shift
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 keeping 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
lacking dat 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 taking photos
mad boy kicks open the shutter
get the groove
then I 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 betta beware
of retribution with mind war
20/20 visions and murals with metaphors
the networks at work, keeping 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