The testament was passed down. Written like the articles of confederation to the 4th generation of footworkers. To lead the nation. The come up is real

Verse 1

Chief Manny: We footwork for justice and equality, niggas steal wurkz from the kid thats a robbery. Burn the place down tear it up, try stopping me, we in these streets 5 deep artillery is larger than the amory. Well army I mean the air-force but not one's dawg, Im ts but like gs hit you with guns dawg. Have rallies in the alley march from New York straight to Cali screaming where the fuck yall at fuck uncle sam and aunt sally.

Verse 2

Stelo: May I, tell you how we can from nothing uplifting our daily struggles using work as the muscle, on a mission, tryna to get it, cops killing men and children it's crazy like back then if you black then you a villain but, we on some Martin Luther shit X might have to shoot some shit footworking disturbing the peace going Ludacris. Kings from way back, move through streets in all black, fuck embassies fuck industries my people got my back.

Verse 3

Brael Ali: Chi-Town birth and raised me, like the streets of mother nature had a baby shit was crazy cant be lazy in the hood. The skyscrapers taught us that we should, reach for the stars and reclaims whats ours, these them reparation bars. Sooner than later give them our 40 acres, pain and aches of my ancestors taught me lesser. Never stressin cause life ain't far gotta make a way out of bullshit and despair anyway anywhy anywhere nigga I don't care. You gotta eat, but don't become a victim to these streets. Yo beef shouldn't be with me but those who put yo ass in poverty. Be yo brothers keepers bonding by the brotherhood will make our forces lethal. Don't ever let em tell you aint equal, we may have not started it but we gone finish. Obama showed us that the head of state is opeeeeeen for business. Black economics check our phonics. You don't think black lives matter well infact we built this whole country on our backs. Is a major factor. They call us slaves but we the real masters.

Lite Bulb: Whoop......... Show mufuckas..... Whoop....... Yeah....... The city see us. They never thought we'll be equal. Huh!!! Whoop......... Boa

Verse 3

Lite Bulb: My culture misunderstood, we came from the Burroughs fighting teeth n nail while they perpetuate our daily struggles, but y'all some culture vultures. Y'all like to glorify pain, but never feel our struggles. Y'all wanna see us dance behind y'all figures, why y'all sit back get fat then y'all count y'all figures, but wit this work shit we can change yo picture. Like when the stars aligning, we went from being unknown, to movie screens and headlining i know you see us Miah. We hitting wurkz in these Chicago streets where shorties bleed, from where you see the top but fighting demons underneath. We had these wurks before our next meal, so when you see us in that circle, boy it's time to kill, Boy it's time to kill, Marcus Garvey with the wurkz so you know it's real, catch Me in that circle know this shit a drill, Boy it's time to kill, Marcus Garvey with the wurkz so you know it's real, catch me in that circle David copper field. Boy its time to kill

Verse 4

P-Top: A hard headed never learn step in this circle you go get burned. Play your position wake up and listen better pay attention, with these wurkz respect was taken its never giving. Seeing the future with my bad vision, giving wisdom to the youth but shorties mad tripping. Common sense missing, with no structure, these Lil niggas need a big brother, I got you
With them erks n skates we go get that shit up out you. Burn one for my people Cause we're never equal. Forever hitting wurkz for them lame jerks. The mind is a weapon don't ever waste it, the money come n go I don't never chase it. We deserve better