A MESSAGE TO THE FEDS，SINCERELY，WE THE PEOPLE

Get ready, get prepared This is prophecy, God is with us I walk the blocks like, whatever god My message to y'all Feds Who desperate to arrest us young But never been hardheads rockin' Abercrombie and Fitch rockin' wrists Glistening Marx men Hitchcock or hip hop this is big pop departed The project logic it's still salute the dead Glock spit pour some juice out For those at Manchester, Viewmount, Ottisville, Louisberg Fort Dicks, Fort Worth, Oakdale, every Fed jail Where all my dogs lurk War hurts much the game till we all say May your pain be champagne Then we all blaze away And our enemies, may they die easily Long as they perish forever is what freedom means to me Blowin' greenery growing eager to see Evil things thrown away zone and gray GT, Diesel jeans airs and chucks, solitaire Stones with the rarest cuts On some pretty tone shit Hair cut looks airbrushed They're aware rusto And we don't give a flying 747 fuck tho' Stayin' on my hustle A message to those who trapped us up From Federal guys who backed them up We never will die, we're black and tough Lead in your eye, we're strapped and bust Half of us been locked up inside the beast Look at the time we see Brooklyn, the Compton streets, Queens, Even the cargo needs dreams All bullets, triggers our enemies pull it on Innocent women and children It wasn't no ghetto killers who mix up the coke And put guns in our buildings I'm not gonna cry And I'm not gonna stand and just watch you die I'm gonna pass you a nine I'm gonna 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 build you never can break Where God has love you never can hate Man makes rules and laws You just a ruthless dog, your kennel is waitin' You devils will run back into the cave you came from Whenever the day comes forty acres plantation See every race won Sincerely yours Street's disciple, revelations