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in the air, So in a pinch, I could switch those hands into fists And have the club resembling, Photographic evidence Of the nineteen-sixty-eight Olympic Medalists Just to settle this, I’m a specialist, hip hop elements Envelope my cerebellum and give it the wisdom I spit it to rhythms, (come on) get in where you fit in If it make you wanna act, then call it activism Resist, Respond/react harder, when it’s time to attack I crack heads like Jeb Bush’s daughter, Original administrator hater, Poli-scientific academics cite me in their term papers With multiple pages of my statements on the state of the Nation quoted in post-doctorate dissertations My creations are more animated than cell-shaded anime comic book Adaptations created by Asians, amazingly brazen with the factual, I’m radical Like bringing box cutters to the capitol, but more practical Tactical semantics actually dismantle and damage The status quo from an elevated vantage Point of no return , burn the flag on the stage At a show that I throw in front of the CIA For the ghosts of Malcolm, Che, Ghandi and MLK An’ any innocents imprisoned in Guantanamo Bay Judgement day’s about an hour away so get your head straight Why you think Manchurian Candidate got a remake Police State is here don’t act like nobody told ya it started The minute the citizenship just rolled over I’m bowled over, why we didn’t take to the streets When every long-tee emcee’s already claimin the streets And nothing’s more gangsta than taking a piece And get it trained on the brain of the commander and chief Now, that’s beef, don’t get it twisted, this Isn’t seditious, nobody advocated it, I only stated it Wait a minute (knock knock), who is it? “ayo, it’s E. Rich Tom Ridge was at the door so I had to slap the bitch” And that’s it, I’m on the terrorist watch list for treason Don’t feel secure when I sacrifice my freedom musical Aaron McGruder for a reason I Look and spit like Ceaser, but I think like Huey Freeman I mean it, it’s time to stop American dreamin’ Regime change begins in the streets where the peeps is Scheming, spitting revolutionary stanzas Planning, flying fist with the mic banners Round 1: Rev1 versus politicians Raised fist: Dragon uppercut to the system Brothers, sisters, misfits, resistors If your pissed off then get your fists up! |
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