Get ready get prepared   This is Prophecy, God is with us      I walk the block 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 salute the dead, glocks spit   Pour some juice out for those in Manchester, View Mount   Otis Ville, Newasberg, Fort Dicks, Fort Worth, Oakdale   Every fed jail where all my dawgs lurk war hurts much to gain      Till 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 forevers 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      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' just stand and watch you die   I'ma pass you a .9, 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, forty-acres, plantations, see every race won   Sincerely yours, Street's Disciple, revelations