A Message To The Feds, Sincerely, We The People - Clean Album Version

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, benevolent hard heads
 Abrochrombie and Finch rockin', wrist glistenin' marksman
 Hitchcock of hip-hop since big pop departed
 The project logic is still saluted dead glocks spit
 Pour some juice out for those in Manchester, Beaumont
 Otisville, Newasberg, Fort Dicks, Fort Worth, Oakdale
 Every fed jail where all my dawgs lurk
 War hurts much to gain 'til the day we all say
 "May your pain be champagne," then we all blaze away
 At our enemies, may they die easily
 Long as they perish forever's what freedom means to me
 Blowin' greenery, growing eager to see evil things
 Thrown away, zonin' gray, GT, Diesel jeans
 Airs and Chucks, solitaires, stones with the rarest cuts
 On some Pretty Tone shit, haircut looks airbrushed
 And they're aware of us though
 And we don't give a flyin' 747 fuck though
 Stayin' on my hustle
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 A message to those who trapped us up
 From federal guys who backed them up
 We never will die, we black and tough
 Lead in your eye, we strapped to bust
 Half of us been locked up inside the beast
 Look at the time we see
 Brooklyn to Compton streets, Queens
 Even the Congo needs dreams
 Our bullets and triggers our enemies
 Pullin' on innocent women and children
 It wasn't no ghetto killers
 Who mixed up the coke and put guns in our buildings
 But I'm not gon' cry, and I'm not gon' stand, just watch you die
 I'ma pass you a nine, I'ma 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 built, you never can break
 What God has loved, you never can hate
 Man makes rules and laws
 You just a ruthless dog, your kennel is waiting
 You devils will run back into the caves you came from
 Whenever that day comes, 40 acres
 Plantations, see every race won
 Sincerely yours, Street's Disciple, Revelations