| Song | Mecca to Watts |
| Artist | Nefertiti |
| Album | L.I.F.E.: Living in Fear of Extinction |
| 作曲 : DJ Pooh, Modeliste ... | |
| 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 |
| zuò qǔ : DJ Pooh, Modeliste ... | |
| 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 ?? nbsp?? 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 | |
| HipHop 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 ninetytwo | |
| 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 | |
| ISLAM 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, telllievision 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 conditioned | |
| 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 highrises 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 | |
| Wualaikum salaam, from Mecca to Watts, and that' s how it goes |