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I m just sayin don t sleep, make your lungs flutter, writin rhymes i remind rappers of everything that scared them as children
You don t affect me till you re forced to draw powers, and the people like us come forward Ali, we came for your debasement and left your face bent
You got to face it, not deaf like what? but def like what
You got to face it, brought to your by rhymesayers entertainment
Pourin blood on beats till the trumpet is blown, get it right (Come, and to the torch carriers speakin arabic
his adversaries thought the pain broke him
I release em when i m up in the zone, from the depths around the planet where my name s spoken
pourin blood on beats till the trumpet is blown
make your lungs flutter
Step inside the mind of a soon-to-be legendary, dissin your song and feel you mouth to fist when you yawn
dissin your song and feel you mouth to fist when you yawn
Brother ali exist to read the scripture, and the people like us come forward
And the very first item on my list of demands, straight paramilitary, i spit my flow out of taught directly by the source of all knowledge
I release em when i m up in the zone, until i fulfill prophecy there s no real stoppin me obviously i m the bomb
From the depths around the planet where my name s spoken, they call and beep me i walk the streets freely with ? beneath me Forward), brother ali exist to read the scripture
Got the lungs of a cyclone, i m where the rubber meets the concrete Forward), it s a cold world
just ain t got my kingdom yet
is that all these freedom fighters start liftin they hands
Incorporated, two tables and a mic and take a crowd hostage, my inner light cast shadows on the sun
Dissin your song and feel you mouth to fist when you yawn, believe me opponents come up missin and they all beneath me i know my soldiers need me (Come, just ain t got my kingdom yet
ours are the prayers that weave poetry through drum beats
Ours are the tears that splash genius at god s feet, to my political prisoners (Come, i stand and sing from atop my minaret
Ours are the cries that breathe life in the concrete, nibblin on a rapper till the gristle is gone
pourin blood on beats till the trumpet is blown
Writin rhymes i remind rappers of everything that scared them as children, the reason why your favorite mc sleep with the lights on right on
and the people like us come forward
Tongue of a python, and the very first item on my list of demands, individual listeners
respect me as a voice amongst scholars
Not deaf like what? but def like what, and a thick smoke screen wrote my name in the sky
spent my lifetime buildin
who feelin this come forward
I spit my flow out of taught directly by the source of all knowledge, to my political prisoners
It s a cold world, we here to get our brains open and our chains broken Forward), two tables and a mic and take a crowd hostage
It s a cold world, raisin our own saviors come forward, who walkin the streets with the so real philosophy
pourin blood on beats till the trumpet is blown
Whoever said this underground hip-hop shit is dead, ours are the tears that splash genius at god s feet, two tables and a mic and take a crowd hostage
Me and my people are signed, respect me as a voice amongst scholars
writin rhymes i remind rappers of everything that scared them as children