Lirik Lagu A Message To The Feds, Sincerely, We The People - Nas
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[Verse 1: Nas]I walk the block like whatever god, my message to y'all fedsWho desperate to arrest us young, benevolent hardheadsAbrochrombie & Finch rockin', wrist glistenin' marksmanHitchcock of Hip-Hop since Big Pop departedThe project logic is still salute the dead, glocks spitPour some juice out for those in Manchester, ViewmountOtisville, Newasberg, Fort Dicks, Fort Worth, OakdaleEvery fed jail where all my dawgs lurkWar hurts much to gain 'til the day we all sayMay your pain be champagne then we all blaze awayAt our enemies, may they die easilyLong as they perish forever's what freedom means to meBlowin' greenery, growing eager to see evil thingsThrown away, zonin' grey, GT, Diesel jeansAirs and Chucks, solitaires, stones with the rarest cutsOn some Pretty Tone shit, haircut looks airbrushedAnd they're aware of us thoughAnd we don't give a flyin' 7-47 fuck thoughStayin' on my hus-tle[beat change]
[Verse 2: Nas]A message to those who trapped us up, from federal guys who backed them upWe never will die, we black and tough, lead in your eye, we strapped to bustHalf of us been locked up inside the beast, look at the time we seeBrooklyn to Compton streets, Queens, even the Congo needs dreamsOur bullets and triggers our enemies pullin' on innocent women and childrenIt wasn't no ghetto killers who mixed up the coke and put guns in our buildingsBut I'm not gon' cry, and I'm not gon' stand just watch you dieI'ma pass you a .9, I'ma grab your hand -- come on let's rideA message to those who killed the king, who murdered the ChristThe same regime, what God has built you never can breakWhat God has loved you never can hate, man makes rules and lawsYou just a ruthless dog, your kennel is waitingYou devils will run back into the caves you came fromWhenever that day comes, forty-acres, plantations, see every race wonSincerely yours, Street's Disciple, revelations
[Verse 2: Nas]A message to those who trapped us up, from federal guys who backed them upWe never will die, we black and tough, lead in your eye, we strapped to bustHalf of us been locked up inside the beast, look at the time we seeBrooklyn to Compton streets, Queens, even the Congo needs dreamsOur bullets and triggers our enemies pullin' on innocent women and childrenIt wasn't no ghetto killers who mixed up the coke and put guns in our buildingsBut I'm not gon' cry, and I'm not gon' stand just watch you dieI'ma pass you a .9, I'ma grab your hand -- come on let's rideA message to those who killed the king, who murdered the ChristThe same regime, what God has built you never can breakWhat God has loved you never can hate, man makes rules and lawsYou just a ruthless dog, your kennel is waitingYou devils will run back into the caves you came fromWhenever that day comes, forty-acres, plantations, see every race wonSincerely yours, Street's Disciple, revelations
