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Victory
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Ours are the cries that breathe life in the concrete
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Victory
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Ours are the tears that splash genius at God's feet
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Victory
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Ours are the prayers that weave poetry through drum beats
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Victory
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[ VERSE 1: Brother Ali ]
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Step inside the mind of the soon-to-be legendary
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Straight paramilitary
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Brother Ali exist to read the scripture, that's never read
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Whoever said this underground hip-hop shit is dead
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Must have fell and hit his head
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Spent my lifetime buildin
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Writin rhymes that remind rappers of everything that scared them as children
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They call me show stopper
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No opera singer has hit the exact pitch, I spit my flow out of
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Taught directly by the source of all knowledge
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You won't affect me till you're forced to draw powers
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Respect me as a voice amongst scholars
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Who speak deep to remove the sleep from your eye lids
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Make your lungs flutter
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Get it right, my inner light cast shadows on the sun, brother
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I'm where the rubber meets the concrete
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It's a cold world, not sayin bring your your own heat
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I'm just sayin don't sleep
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I'm walkin with Allah till the day that I die
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And the pens have been lifted and the pages have dried
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And a thick smoke screen wrote my name in the sky
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Politickin with the angels knowin they would reply
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Got the lungs of a cyclone, tongue of a python
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The reason why your favorite MC sleep with the lights on
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Right on, brother, we def as fuck
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Not 'deaf' like (What?) but 'def' like (WHAT!)
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From the depths around the planet where my name's spoken
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We here to get our brains open and our chains broken
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Watch me walk around the planet with the same notion
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His adversaries thought the pain broke him
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But we run up in a stadium with diagnostics
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Two tables and a mic and take a crowd hostage
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And the very first item on my list of demands
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Is that all these freedom fighters start liftin they hands
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To my freedom fighters and the graffiti writers
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And the people like us - come forward
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And to the torch carriers speakin Arabic
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Ridin on your charriots - come forward
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To my political prisoners, individual listeners
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Who feelin this - come forward
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And to the bone shakers and the home makers
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Raisin our own saviors - come forward
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[ VERSE 2: Brother Ali ]
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Me and my people are signed, sealed, delivered, incorporated
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brought to your by Rhymesayers Entertainment
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You got to face it, we not complacent
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We came via the basement and left your face bent
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And me, mister Brother Ali is the stomp-down-beat-kicker
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Who walkin the streets with the
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So real philosophy
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Until I fulfill prophecy there's no real stoppin me
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Obviously I'm the bomb, believe me
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Opponents come up missin and they all beneath me
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I know my soldiers need me, they call and beep me
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I walk the streets freely with chalk beneath me, boy
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We stays gettin it on
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Act hard and I probably make you strip to your thong
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Dissin your song and fill your mouth with fist when you yawn
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Nibblin on a rapper till the gristle is gone
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I stand and sing from atop my minaret
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I am a king, just ain't got my kingdom yet
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And my anthem ring from the Congo to your set
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I'm Alfred Hitchcock with my silhouette
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Pourin Blood On Beats till the trumpet is blown
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Coffins, I release em when I'm up in the zone
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Fortune favors the brave and press on is the motto
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Cast shadows on the sun with my bravado
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Victory! (Come Forward)
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Brother Ali |