NAS - A Message To The Feds, Sincerely, We The People lyrics

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[Verse 1: Nas]

I walk the blocks like whatever god, my message to y'all feds

Who desperate to arrest us young, benevolent hardheads

Abrokorie & Finch rockin', wrist glistenin' marksman

Hitchcock of Hip-Hop since Big/Pac departed

The project logic is still salute the dead, glocks spit

Pour some juice out for those in Manchester, Viewmount

Otisville, Newasberg, Fort Dicks, Fort Worth, Oakdale

Every fed jail where all my dawgs lurk

War hurts much to gain 'til the day we all say

May your pain be champagne then we all blaze away

At our enemies, may they die easily

Long as they perish forever's what freedom means to me

Blowin' greenery, growing eager to see evil things

Thrown away, zonin' grey, GT, Diesel jeans

Airs and Chucks, solitaires, stones with the rarest cuts

On some Pretty Tone shit, haircut looks airbrushed

And they're aware of us though

And we don't give a flyin' 747 fuck though

Stayin' on my hus-tle

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[Verse 2: Nas]

A message to those who trapped us up, from federal guys who backed them up

We never will die, we black and tough, lead in your eye, we strapped to bust

Half of us been locked up inside the beast, look at the time we see

Brooklyn to Compton streets, Queens, even the Congo needs dreams

Our bullets and triggers our enemies pullin' on innocent women and children

It wasn't no ghetto killers who mixed up the coke and put guns in our buildings

But I'm not gon' cry, and I'm not gon' just stand and watch you die

I'ma pass you a .9, I'ma grab your hand -- come on let's ride

A message to those who killed the king, who murdered the Christ

The same regime, what God has built you never can break

What God has loved you never can hate, man makes rules and laws

You just a ruthless dog, your kennel is waiting

You devils will run back into the caves you came from

Whenever that day comes, forty-acres, plantations, see every race won

Sincerely yours, Street's Disciple, revelations