Testi Soundtracks :: M

Come on

Although you try to discredit

You still never edit

The needle I'll thread it

Radically poetic

Stanin with the fury that they had in '66

And like E double I'm mad

Standin knee deep in the system's shit

Hoover, he was a body remover

I can give you a dose

But it can never come close

To the rage built up inside of me

Fist in the air in the land of hipocracy

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 (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 back in this

With poetry my mind I flex

Flip like Wilson, vocals never lackin that finesse

Whadda I got to, whadda I got to

Do to wake you up?

To shake you 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 a move like I was Cassius

Rep the stutter step

Then bomb a left upon the fascists

Yea, the several federal men

Who pulled scemes on the dream

And put it to an end

You better beware

Of retribution with mind war

20/20 visions and murals with metaphors



Networks at work keepin people calm

You know they murdered X

Tried to blame it on Islam

He turned the power to the Have-Nots

And then came the shot



I think I heard a shot



Wake up