The Subject Was Faggots

You explained it to me I must admit 
  But just for the record you were talkin' shit 
  Y'all rap about no knock bein' legislated 
  For the people you've always hated 
  In this hell hole you, we, call home 

  No knock, the man will say 
  To keep that man from beating his wife 
  No knock, the man will say 
  To protect people from themselves 

  No knockin', head-rockin', inter-shockin' 
  Shootin', cussin', killin', cryin', lyin' 
  And bein' white 
  No knock 

  No knocked on my brother Fred Hampton 
  Bullet holes all over the place 
  No knocked on my brother Michael Harris 
  And jammed a shotgun against his skull 

  For my protection? 
  Who's gonna protect me from you? 
  The likes of you? 
  The nerve of you? 
  Your tomato face deadpan 
  Your dead hands ending another freedom fan 

  No knockin', head rockin', inter-shockin' 
  Shootin', cussin', killin', cryin', lyin' 
  And bein' white 

  But if you're wise, no knocker 
  You'll tell your no-knockin' lackeys 
  Ha! 
  No knock on my brother's head 
  No knock on my sister's head 
  No knock on my brother's head 
  No knock on my sister's head 

  And double lock your door 
  Because soon someone may be no-knockin' 
  Ha, ha! 
  For you 

  (No knock: To be slipped into John Mitchell's suggestion box.)