Lyrics
Get ready, get prepared
Preparing for something significant
This is prophecy
Referring to a prediction or revelation
God is with us
Expressing divine support and presence
I walk the blocks like whatever god, my message to y'all feds
Nas moves confidently in the streets, addressing federal authorities
Who desperate to arrest us young, benevolent hard-heads
Describing the youth as benevolent but hard-headed, facing law enforcement
Abrochrombie & Finch rockin', wrist glistenin' marksman
Nas references a luxury brand, portraying an image of affluence
Hitchcock of Hip-Hop since Big Pop departed
Positioning himself as a significant figure in Hip-Hop since the loss of Biggie Smalls
The project logic is still salute the dead, glocks spit
Respecting the deceased and acknowledging the dangers in the streets
Pour some juice out for those in Manchester, Viewmount
Naming various federal jails where associates are located
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
Expressing the toll of war and the hope for a better future
May your pain be champagne then we all blaze away
-At our enemies, may they die easily
Wishing harm upon enemies for the sake of freedom
Long as they perish forever's what freedom means to me
-Blowin' greenery, growing eager to see evil things
Describing a lavish lifestyle and fashion choices
Thrown away, zonin' gray, GT, Diesel jeans
-Airs and Chucks, solitaires, stones with the rarest cuts
-On some Pretty Tone shit, haircut looks airbrushed
Awareness of their reputation, defiance towards authority
And they're aware of us though
-And we don't give a flyin' 747 fuck though
-Stayin' on my hustle
Emphasizing a commitment to hard work and perseverance
A message to those who trapped us up, from federal guys who backed them up
Defiance against those who oppress, asserting resilience
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
Highlighting the struggles in different places and the need for dreams
Brooklyn to Compton streets, Queens, even the Congo needs dreams
-Our bullets and triggers our enemies pullin' on innocent women and children
Blaming external forces for violence in the community
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 and watch you die
Refusing to be passive in the face of injustice, advocating resistance
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
Addressing historical injustices and the enduring strength of the oppressed
The same regime, what God has built you never can break
-What God has loved you never can hate, man makes rules and laws
Challenging man-made laws, comparing oppressors to ruthless dogs
You just a ruthless dog, your kennel is waiting
-You devils will run back into the caves you came from
Predicting the downfall of oppressive forces and the triumph of the oppressed
Whenever that day comes, forty-acres, plantations, see every race won
-Sincerely yours, Street's Disciple, revelations
Signing off the message as "Street's Disciple" with a reference to revelations
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