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Linguaggio delle canzoni: inglese
Mecca To Watts |
| 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 |