[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