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

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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Written by: Zack de la Rocha / Tom Morello / Tim Commerford / Brad Wilk. Isn't this right? Let us know.