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| − | "Wake Up"
| + | I'll make it later. |
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| − | Although ya try to discredit
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| − | Ya still never edit
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| − | The needle, I'll thread it
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| − | Radically poetic
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| − | Standin' with the fury that they had in '66
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| − | And like E-Double I'm mad
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| − | Still knee-deep in the system's shit
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| − | Hoover, he was a body remover
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| − | I'll give ya a dose
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| − | But it'll never come close
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| − | To the rage built up inside of me
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| − | Fist in the air, in the land of hypocrisy
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| − | Movements come and movements go
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| − | Leaders speak, movements cease
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| − | When their heads are flown
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| − | 'Cause all these punks
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| − | Got bullets in their heads
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| − | Departments of police, the judges, the feds
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| − | Networks at work, keepin' people calm
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| − | You know they went after King
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| − | When he spoke out on Vietnam
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| − | He turned the power to the have-nots
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| − | And then came the shot
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| − | Wit' poetry, my mind I flex
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| − | Flip like Wilson, vocals never lackin' dat finesse
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| − | Whadda I got to, whadda I got to do to wake ya up
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| − | To shake ya up, to break the structure up
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| − | 'Cause blood still flows in the gutter
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| − | I'm like takin' photos
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| − | Mad boy kicks open the shutter
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| − | Set the groove
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| − | Then stick and move like I was Cassius
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| − | Rep the stutter step
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| − | Then bomb a left upon the fascists
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| − | Yea, the several federal men
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| − | Who pulled schemes on the dream
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| − | And put it to an end
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| − | Ya better beware
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| − | Of retribution with mind war
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| − | 20/20 visions and murals with metaphors
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| − | Networks at work, keepin' people calm
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| − | Ya know they murdered X
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| − | And tried to blame it on Islam
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| − | He turned the power to the have-nots
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| − | And then came the shot
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| − | What was the price on his head?
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| − | "King may be a real contender for this position should he
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| − | abandon his supposed obediance to white liberal doctrine
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| − | of non-violence...and embrace black nationalism...Through counter-intelligence it should be possible to
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| − | pinpoint potential trouble-makers...And neutralize them,
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| − | neutralize them, neutralize them"
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| − | Wake up! Wake up! Wake up! Wake up!
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| − | Wake up! Wake up! Wake up! Wake up!
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| − | How long? Not long, cause what you reap is what you sow!
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