[Intro]
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Get ready, get prepared
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This is prophecy
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God is with us!
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[Verse 1]
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I walk the blocks like whatever god, my message to yall feds
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Who desperate to arrest us young, benevolent hardheads
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Abercrombie & Fitch rockin, wrist glistenin marksman
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Hitchcock of Hip-Hop since Big Pop departed
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The project logic is still salute the dead, Glocks spit
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Pour some juice out for those in Manchester, Beaumount
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Otisville, Lewisberg, Fort Dix, Fort Worth, Oakdale
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Every fed jail where all my dawgs lurk
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War hurts much to gain til the day we all say
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May your pain be champagne then we all blaze away
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At our enemies, may they die easily
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Long as they perish forevers what freedom means to me
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Blowin greenery, growing eager to see evil things
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Thrown away, zonin grey, GT, Diesel jeans
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Airs and Chucks, solitaires, stones with the rarest cuts
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On some Pretty Tone shit, haircut looks airbrushed
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And theyre aware of us though
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And we dont give a flyin 747 fuck though
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Stayin on my hustle
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*beat change*
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[Verse 2]
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A message to those who trapped us up
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From federal guys who backed them up
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We never will die, we black and tough
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Lead in your eye, we strapped to bust
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Half of us been locked up inside the beast
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Look at the time we see
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Brooklyn to Compton streets, Queens
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Even the Congo needs dreams
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Our bullets and triggers our enemies
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Pullin on innocent women and children
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It wasnt no ghetto killers
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Who mixed up the coke and put guns in our buildings
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But Im not gon cry and Im not gon stand, just watch you die
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Ima pass you a .9, Ima grab your hand
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Come on lets ride
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A message to those who killed the king
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Who murdered the Christ, the same regime
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What God has built, you never can break
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What God has loved, you never can hate
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Man makes rules and laws
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You just a ruthless dog, your kennel is waiting
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You devils will run back into the caves you came from
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Whenever that day comes, forty acres
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Plantations, see every race won
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Sincerely yours, Streets Disciple, revelations
