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1	Get ready get prepared						[Verse 1: Nas]	1
2	This is Prophecy, God is with us						I walk the block like whatever god, my message to	2
1							y'all feds Who desperate to arrest us young,	1
2							benevolent hardheads Abrochrombie & Finch rockin',	2
3							wrist glistenin' marksman Hitchcock of Hip-Hop	3
4							since Big Pop departed The project logic is still	4
5							salute the dead, glocks spit Pour some juice out	5
6							for those in Manchester, Viewmount Otisville,	6
7							Newasberg, Fort Dicks, Fort Worth, Oakdale Every	7
8							fed jail where all my dawgs lurk War hurts much to	8
9							gain 'til the day we all say May your pain be	9
10							champagne then we all blaze away At our enemies,	10
11							may they die easily Long as they perish forever's	11
12							what freedom means to me Blowin' greenery, growing	12
13							eager to see evil things Thrown away, zonin' grey,	13
14							GT, Diesel jeans Airs and Chucks, solitaires,	14
15							stones with the rarest cuts On some Pretty Tone	15
16							shit, haircut looks airbrushed And they're aware	16
17							of us though And we don't give a flyin' 7-47 fuck	17
18							though Stayin' on my hus-tle [beat change]	18
3	I walk the block like whatever god, my message to y'all feds						[Verse 2: Nas]	3
4	Who desperate to arrest               us young, benevolent hard heads						A message to those who trapped us up, from federal	4
5	Abrochrombie and Finch rockin', wrist glistenin' marksman						guys who backed them up We never will die, we	5
6	Hitchcock of Hip-Hop since Big Pop departed						black and tough, lead in your eye, we strapped to	6
7	The project logic is still salute             the dead, glocks spit						bust Half of us been locked up inside the beast,	7
8	Pour some juice out for those in Manchester, View Mount						look at the time we see Brooklyn to Compton	8
9	Otis Ville, Newasberg, Fort Dicks, Fort Worth, Oakdale						streets, Queens, even the Congo needs dreams Our	9
10	Every fed jail where all my dawgs lurk war hurts much to gain						bullets and triggers our enemies pullin' on	10
11							innocent women and children It wasn't no ghetto	11
12	Till                 the day we all say may your pain be champagne						killers who mixed up the coke and put guns in our	12
13	Then we all blaze away at our enemies, may they die easily						buildings But I'm not gon' cry, and I'm not gon'	13
14	Long as they perish forevers what freedom means to me						stand just watch you die I'ma pass you a .9, I'ma	14
15	Blowin' greenery, growing eager to see evil things						grab your hand -- come on let's ride A message to	15
16	Thrown away, zonin' gray, GT, Diesel jeans airs and chucks						those who killed the king, who murdered the Christ	16
17	Solitaires, stones with the rarest cuts on some pretty tone shit						The same regime, what God has built you never can	17
18	Haircut looks airbrushed and they're aware of us though						break What God has loved you never can hate, man	18
19	And we don't give            a flyin' 747 fuck though stayin' on my hustle						makes rules and laws You just a ruthless dog, your	19
20							kennel is waiting You devils will run back into	20
21	A message to those who trapped us up						the caves you came from Whenever that day comes,	21
22	From Federal guys who backed them up						forty-acres, plantations, see every race won	22
1	We never will die, we black and tough							1
2	Lead in your eye, we strapped to bust							2
3	Half of us been locked up inside the beast							3
4	Look at the time we see Brooklyn to Compton streets							4
5	Queens, even the Congo needs dreams							5
6	Our bullets and triggers our enemies pullin'							6
7	On innocent women and children							7
8								8
9	It wasn't no ghetto killers who mixed up the coke							9
10	And put guns in our buildings but I'm not gon' cry							10
11	And I'm not gon' just stand and watch you die							11
12	I'ma pass you a .9, I'ma grab your hand come on let's ride							12
13	A message to those who killed the king, who murdered the Christ							13
14	The same regime, what God has built you never can break							14
15	What God has loved you never can hate, man makes rules and laws							15
16	You just a ruthless dog, your kennel is waiting							16
17	You devils will run back into the caves you came from							17
18	Whenever that day comes, forty-acres, plantations, see every race won							18
	Sincerely yours, Street's Disciple, revelations						Sincerely yours, Street's Disciple, revelations

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