Nas
The Message
Lyrics 
Get ready get prepared
This is Prophecy, God is with us

I walk the block like whatever god, my message to y'all feds
Who desperate to arrest us young, benevolent hard heads
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Features Of This Song
hardcore rap influence
east coast rap roots
gangsta rap attitude
danceable beats
swingin' beats
vocal samples
a poetic rap delivery
clear pronunciation
a repetitive song structure
the use of chordal patterning
dark & deep beats
acoustic drum samples
a slow moving bass line
acoustic guitar riffs
acoustic guitar pickin'
a dry recording sound
subtle use of noise effects
an acousti-synthetic sonority
lyrics by a rap icon
production by a famous producer

These are just a few of the hundreds of attributes cataloged for this song by the Music Genome Project.
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On innocent women and children
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Queens, even the Congo needs dreams
I walk the block like whatever god, my message to y'all feds
It wasn't no ghetto killers who mixed up the coke
Songwriters: George Clinton, Isaac Hayes, Nasir Jones, L.E.S., Salaam Remi, Chucky Thompson
The same regime, what God has built you never can break
Our bullets and triggers our enemies pullin'
Long as they perish forevers what freedom means to me
I'ma pass you a .9, I'ma grab your hand come on let's ride
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Till the day we all say may your pain be champagne
Get ready get prepared
Who desperate to arrest us young, benevolent hard heads
Blowin' greenery, growing eager to see evil things
And put guns in our buildings but I'm not gon' cry
A message to those who killed the king, who murdered the Christ
Solitaires, stones with the rarest cuts on some pretty tone shit
Sincerely yours, Street's Disciple, revelations
And we don't give a flyin' 747 fuck though stayin' on my hustle
Half of us been locked up inside the beast
This is Prophecy, God is with us
Then we all blaze away at our enemies, may they die easily
What God has loved you never can hate, man makes rules and laws
Abrochrombie and Finch rockin', wrist glistenin' marksman
Every fed jail where all my dawgs lurk war hurts much to gain
Otis Ville, Newasberg, Fort Dicks, Fort Worth, Oakdale
You devils will run back into the caves you came from
Whenever that day comes, forty-acres, plantations, see every race won
Lead in your eye, we strapped to bust
Haircut looks airbrushed and they're aware of us though
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The project logic is still salute the dead, glocks spit
And I'm not gon' just stand and watch you die
Thrown away, zonin' gray, GT, Diesel jeans airs and chucks
Pour some juice out for those in Manchester, View Mount
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