[Verse 1:]
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I came in the door nineteen eighty four
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Paint on the wall got chased by the law
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Once got soul in the place full of flow
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Was never given the zone had to create my own
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As clean as the nose on my face that I placed on the stone
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Had to stake my claim to the thrown
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Ain't no mistaken the sacred in his tone
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Ali the new name by which greatness is known
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Ya'll act like seeing is a new sport
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Your too inexperienced your teeth are too short
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Every culture has a right to passage
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You wanna bypass it and sell me your practice
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One for the lunch money
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I don't run from you punch-drunk dummies
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I invite you all to come for me
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I said I'd shot hungry when it wasn't sunny
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I been here long after y'all are done humpin'
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Talk to me when you've done somthing
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Other than swing back n' forth from hating to nut pumping
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No, all criticism isn't constructive
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Some need to be destructed, your done with
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And either you retire to the sideline
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or imbrace this time, this rhyme with your eyes wide open
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Shit won't have to earn them accolades
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A-N-T gonna take you all back to phase one
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[Chorus:]
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Yes Yes y'all you don't stop
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Now come alive A-N-T and give me what you got
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Brother Ali rock shock the house we most definitely
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We bout to turn your doubt y'all
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A yes yes y'all and you don't dare stop
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Well come alive A-N-T and give me what you got
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Brother Ali rock shocking the house we most definitely
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[scratching:] (the way I feel now I just got to rock)
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[Verse 2:]
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Ya'll ain't heard nothing I gave you your first lesson
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From what you discussin' over the percussion you
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Never compare to me
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You a parent tearin, repeating what you hear fly through the airwaves
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carelessly
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The meaning get lost in translation
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You a copy of the authors first page
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Counterfeit money, only get it in small denomination
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You'll never be prominent - face it your imitation
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Equal sacrament, sea bass generic ass
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Sprayin' through closed concerts simulacrum
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We used to distribute our music ourselves
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Our records shouldn't even be held on the same shelve
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Its bad enough they put y'all with 'rock the bells'
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Clean shaven culture we're best to be involved in it
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Ya'll will sqaunder in it
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No need to think for a minute by pushing limits
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you can see a pond to fish in
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And you will get strangled by your lines
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Whether your anger lingers sayin' ryhmes in due time
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Send your dues back to shoe shines and clip them coupons
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You a [?] lie to you open your brew on
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You slither out from under a rock
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and then present yourself for something you not
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But brother you jock
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Try true hip hop Preston forgot
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Swing it on the first fight and mother fucker I spot
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What up! Not
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I would love nothing more than to bust your box
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and blood clot a porn spot
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Three things I got I love'em alot
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Do anything to protect them from the vultures of block
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Hover above on the block, you mother fuckers better not
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[Chorus:]
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Yes Yes y'all you don't dare stop
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Now come alive A-N-T and give me what you got!
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Brother Ali rock shock the house most definitely
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We gonna turn your doubt y'all
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Yes yes y'all you don't dare stop
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Well come alive A-N-T and give me what you got!
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Brother Ali rock shock the house most definitely
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We bout to turn you out y'all
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[Verse 3:]
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The champion is back with his man again
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Crack the book open and fill another chapter in
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And we just wont stop come alive rhymesayer give me what you got Ah!
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[scratching til fade:] 'the way I feel I just got to rock'
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Whatcha' Got
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| Brother Ali |
