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Nefertiti
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| Mecca To Watts
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[Nefertiti]
Ay!
Black prophet, ya better believe, born to stop it
Yes I was, asalaam alaikum, not sayin Im no apostle
Sometimes I pack a pistol, revolution calls
Ya better believe, from Mecca to Watts Im speakin to all of, yall
This (?? ??) will be the Final Call
So listen now, if you will sit back and let me speak the truth
Verbal in your wisdom, amounts to sayin nothin troop
Revolution calls, so pick up the gun its on the run
Hip-Hop here, Africa here, now some live in fear
No fear, I clean myself dont put my backpack on the shelf
sos I can feed myself..
So follow me now, supposedly, we walk the road of bein free
Take it personal G, Im speakin the truth and bitin the fruits
Drop the seeds get off your knees, dont be beggin Allah for mercy
Allah God, aint no time for false prophets
Pullin metaphors out my pocket, I need to stop it
Grab the snake, by his head, make sure when you passin through
Ya best believe, from Mecca to Watts, Im speakin to all of, you
Tell me revolution didnt come true, in ninety-two
I took em down from Western, to Slausson, along with you
Hypocrite no liar, I didnt burn em down for nuttin
From Mecca to Watts you best believe though, show yo face
Unless you holdin up the place, be movin on
Revelation come, I wont be singin no song
Tryin to push no mountin, or bathin in no fountain
Move them apples out my face I coulda sworn I drank em down
Not tryin to be profound hysteria (?) Im bringin em down
Still some, they hide behind the cross, now whos the boss?
Just because I meditate, doesnt mean I think Im great
The devil, youre meddlin with my fate, nope were not too late
Drop them on your left and, pick up your right arm
I-S-L-A-M dont think Im slangin Islam
My people, theyre witnesses the strongest in the belly of the beast
I say pack a piece, (?) just dont give me no grief
To say the least, now Jeffrey Dahmer had a piece
I step on the scene, friction (?) so you can see me
You know what I mean, tell-lie-vision will deceive you
At the age of three, youll never be no good nigga
And I suppose you believe the devil
How you figure revolution comes
You better believe Im pullin the trigger
Some sit back, and they choose to be rememberin
Im stompin in my Timberlands, Im comin at ya
African, marketplace, nod or sing or show my face
Reminiscin on, how we used to be, huggin and kissin
Now we con-dit-ioned
So follow me now, supposedly, we walk the road of bein free
Spiritual acceptance, inside your residence
Lookin inside yourself, somethin whats on your mind
Now that were ropin and copin on the straight and narrow path
Dont be, hidin behind no superficial laughs
I guess Im drinkin dirty water cant afford no Evian
From Mecca to Watts you best believe the revolutions on
Elijah Muhammad said, that many of us are soon to rise
Blue sky high-rises open up your eyelids
And realize, youre a gift kid by finger usin
That some of the words, that I speak, nope Im not abusin
Walk with me, lead the weak, not your everyday
politician but Im slangin thoughts no cost to the boss
Just take whats yours of course, our legacy was stole
Wu-alaikum salaam, from Mecca to Watts, and thats how it goes |
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14.Nov.2001 19:11:47 |
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