A Message To The Feds, Sincerely, We The People Lyrics - Street's Disciple - Nas

[Verse 1: Nas] 

I walk the block like whatever god, my message to y'all feds 

Who desperate to arrest us young, benevolent hardheads 

Abrochrombie & 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, Viewmount 

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' grey, 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 hus-tle 

[beat change] 

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[Verse 2: Nas] 

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 

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