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Nefertiti - Mecca to Watts lyrics
[Nefertiti] Ay! Black prophet, ya better believe, born to stop it Yes I was, asalaam alaikum, not sayin I'm no apostle Sometimes I pack a pistol, revolution calls Ya better believe, from Mecca to Watts I'm speakin to all of, y'all This (?? ??) will be the Final Call So listen now, if you will sit back and let me speak the truth Verbal in your wisdom, amounts to sayin nothin troop Revolution calls, so pick up the gun it's on the run Hip-Hop here, Africa here, now some live in fear No fear, I clean myself don't put my backpack on the shelf so's I can feed myself.. So follow me now, supposedly, we walk the road of bein free Take it personal G, I'm speakin the truth and bitin the fruits Drop the seeds get off your knees, don't be beggin Allah for mercy Allah God, ain't no time for false prophets Pullin metaphors out my pocket, I need to stop it Grab the snake, by his head, make sure when you passin through Ya best believe, from Mecca to Watts, I'm speakin to all of, you Tell me revolution didn't come true, in ninety-two I took 'em down from Western, to Slausson, along with you Hypocrite no liar, I didn't burn 'em down for nuttin From Mecca to Watts you best believe though, show yo' face Unless you holdin up the place, be movin on Revelation come, I won't be singin no song Tryin to push no mountin, or bathin in no fountain Move them apples out my face I coulda sworn I drank 'em down Not tryin to be profound hysteria (?) I'm bringin 'em down Still some, they hide behind the cross, now who's the boss? Just because I meditate, doesn't mean I think I'm great The devil, you're meddlin with my fate, nope we're not too late Drop them on your left and, pick up your right arm I-S-L-A-M don't think I'm slangin Islam My people, they're witnesses the strongest in the belly of the beast I say pack a piece, (?) just don't give me no grief To say the least, now Jeffrey Dahmer had a piece I step on the scene, friction (?) so you can see me You know what I mean, tell-lie-vision will deceive you At the age of three, you'll never be no good nigga And I suppose you believe the devil How you figure revolution comes You better believe I'm pullin the trigger Some sit back, and they choose to be rememberin I'm stompin in my Timberlands, I'm comin at ya African, marketplace, nod or sing or show my face Reminiscin on, how we used to be, huggin and kissin Now we con-dit-ioned So follow me now, supposedly, we walk the road of bein free Spiritual acceptance, inside your residence Lookin inside yourself, somethin what's on your mind Now that we're ropin and copin on the straight and narrow path Don't be, hidin behind no superficial laughs I guess I'm drinkin dirty water can't afford no Evian From Mecca to Watts you best believe the revolution's on Elijah Muhammad said, that many of us are soon to rise Blue sky high-rises open up your eyelids And realize, you're a gift kid by finger usin That some of the words, that I speak, nope I'm not abusin Walk with me, lead the weak, not your everyday politician but I'm slangin thoughts no cost to the boss Just take what's yours of course, our legacy was stole Wu-alaikum salaam, from Mecca to Watts, and that's how it goes |
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