Brother Ali Album

One side of the street, is Malone's Funeral Home and the
Other side's a library, try very hard to picture this shit
Walk through where I live at
Where parents are embarassed to tell you they raise they kids at
You'll need some half and half over 8 bar you can get that
Fuck with Little Rodney and you'll get all of your ribs cracked
In a location where slanging crack rock is not seen as a fuckin' recreation but a vocation
And the sellers, and the smokers are both pacing
Got one eye on Minneapolis P.T. they both racin'
3 for 50 is the supply and demand, and the
Twin Cities' American heartland, and they
Been busy, masterminds tearing apart plans
And hoop dreamers ballin' with blisters on they hands
With chains danglin' from the rims
Pain strangles 'em from within
Till' the belt around the arm makes the veins stand at attention

I try to block it out with a bed sheet the moonlight's as a curtain
'Cause I'm not comforted by red and blue lights when I'm hurtin'
Mommy loves you yeah I knew but I wasn't certain
'Cause the lenses through which she views life wasn't workin'
As a boy she told me wait till' your father to come home
I'm 24 still waitin' for my father to come home
And some parents only touch they children when a whips brought
That's why bad kids do bad shit, just so they could caught
And get touched, this growing up shit's rough
That's a big part of why were so mixed up
Shit we don't have Bar Mitzvah's
We become men the first time our father hits us
And we don't open gifts up
Sister Regina from across the street is beautiful
But for 50 bucks ain't nothing she won't do to you
Used to be premium pussy now she used up
For that same 50 bucks she got to do some new stuff
Whatever it takes for you to take the dollars out
If you don't intervene then there's a day she'll turn her daughter out
Speaking of kids I'm fixing lunch for my first born
I had the windows wide open 'cause the weather's warm
That's when the greatest hits of Donnie Hathaway
Got interrupted by a drive-by shooting half a block away
Vaheem was in the window, he didn't get hit though
All please due to Allah

[Chorus]
I see all this from the desk that I write my rhymes from
Pen starts to scribble on it's own my minds numb
But you can call me modern urban Norman Rockwell
I paint a picture of the spot well

I see all this from the desk that I write my rhymes from
Pen starts to scribble on it's own my minds numb
But you can call me modern urban Norman Rockwell
I paint a picture of the spot well

I see all this from the desk that I write my rhymes from
Pen starts to scribble on it's own my minds numb
But you can call me modern urban Norman Rockwell
I paint a picture of the spot...well

I'm chokin players like I'm Bob Knight, choke the coaches like I'm Spreewell
They bowin to the 'Sayers till they knees swell
I shake the game up worse than Single White Females
Walkin to they car alone flashin three bills
These little kids are talkin 'bout how little I know
Boy, I grab a mic and rock you like your Triple 5 Soul
With a civilized flow, but if you say my name I'm like Beetlejuice
Dice you up and slap you till your teeth are loose
I've seen the noose and will not get lynched by the industry
Nor will I have a A&R pimpin me stickin his thing in me
I'd sing for free for some years if it's clear to me
That if I'm there for my team they're there for me
For real, I be diligently killin the soliloquies
Of these millipedes that try to pass themselves off as ill MC's
I weave a web of words so intricately
That the English dictionary lacks an adjective to fit me
If he want my album tell him not to fuck with ATAK
He was hatin and Slug told the bitch to send my tapes back
And if I lose my voice then instead of sayin raps
I start paintin facts on the wall with hot crayola crayon wax

You're now rockin with the champion
You know you're in a war that can't be won
You need to stop and understand me, son
Cause I got a pocket full and I can hand you some x 2

I wasn't lyin 'bout them muthafuckin hairy hands
Well how you think I tear a man till he can barely stand?
I share the land with hustlers hollerin my chorus back
I'll do anything for the cats that show support like that
When I battle they hold my back, y'all most be smokin crack
Eyes are screamin, "I ain't supposed to rap," come on, you know you're wack
These Minnesota cats touch down in places where it's dormant at
Bring they muthafuckin trophies back
I'm like big up my man Optimus Prime
I'm like what the fuck do rappers got in they mind?
I might jump on the stage and start hollerin rhymes
Maybe bend your back around and make you swallow your spine
Cause it's clear you ain't seen no one this tight in years
When I sing I can bring Brian McKnight to tears
I have to consume, Ali capture a room
And before my son was born I made him dance in the womb
MC's put up your titles, I be grabbin em soon
Them faggots are doomed, worse than breathing hazardous fumes
Like (* heavy breathing *) (There it is)
Yes, now let the magic resume
Biatch

You're now rockin with the champion
You know you're in a war that can't be won
You need to stop and understand me, son
Cause I got a pocket full and I can hand you some x3

"[Verse 1]
Yo it's the Ox in the flesh, of course I'm fresh
Yes, I'm livin for the funk like I was Lord Finesse
Last night I screamed till I lost my voice I guess
Had a few things left to get up off of my chest
Like I'm, facing the fact that I'm not, what my mom wanted
Only gold plaque that I got, had the Qu'Ran on it
I fliped your eviction notice over, wrote a song on it
Like to hear it, here it go, light your spirit, clear your soul
If I would've known that tonight was Ladie's Night
I would've stopped and swabbed my balls with the baby whipe
In the van, Hold your sorry little life in my hand
Watch me toss it in the sky and swing right for the stands
Battling me is like trying to ride your bike in the sand
I'ma eat one more helping, then I'm, whiping my hands
And you frustrated rappers, must hate the fact
That I walk in first ave, have so much ladies gaspin for breath
Tryin to catch me, with the ass and the chest
I ain't tryin to be rude lady, I'm just passin a test
Got enough hastle and stress, with one woman cashing my cheques
I'll take the compliment and pass on the sex

[Chorus]
We like
Brother Brother Brother, how ya making 'em get down
Come, straight to your town, vibrating the ground
Keep the people out there scared, of making a sound
Thats our policy, we step out there on Star Quality
Brother Brother Brother, how ya making 'em get down
Come, straight to your town, vibrating the ground
Keep the people out there scared, of making a sound
Thats our policy, we step out there

[Verse 2]
You ain't hardcore, you soft more than Shamar Moore
In a tight shirt sayin 'Let's slow this train down ya'll'
You stink hoes, spills a whole, lot of nothing
Got the nerve to look Ox in the eye, you got it coming
While your woman nod her face to the beat, you tasting defeat
Whiping the waste from my cleets, between the space in your teeth
Erogation, facial features all hung down
That little dumb frown is perfect for salt water to run down
Talk harder to some clowns, cause they need it rough
Make sure they never sleeping deep enough to dream of beating me, what
My styles a little belligerent, isn't it?
Considerin that Im belittling them, with little more then
My pad and my pen and my sediments
Weither its your chorus scratching, or wack track blasting,
Your whole approach to rapping, is ass crack backwards
Cats'll see me in the spot and act salty
Stressing you save hip hop, you can't even save a wack party

[Chorus]
We like
Brother Brother Brother, how ya making 'em get down
Come, straight to your town, vibrating the ground
Keep the people out there scared, of making a sound
Thats our policy, we step out there on Star Quality
Brother Brother Brother, how ya making 'em get down
Come, straight to your town, vibrating the ground
Keep the people out there scared, of making a sound
Thats our policy, we step out there

[Chorus 2]
And the preachers say
"Oh Ah Hey, Oh Ah Hah"
And the choir say
"Oh Ah Hey, Oh Ah Hah"
And the preachers say
"Oh Ah Hey, Oh Ah Hah"
And the choir say
"Oh Ah Hey, Oh Ah Hah"

[Verse 3]
Brother Ali is Two Hundred, Fifty Pounds of Piss and Vinegar
Few try to sit me down, they missing limbs and
I got nothing on, but a lifestyle, black tuxedo
An Arethra Franklin record, and Im rockin Captain Ego like
'Dun Dadda, Shit, Ya Done Poppa'
There's only three reasons Ali would need a Ramada
One; to move the bowels, two; to steal the towels
Three; Shave, shower, pray for my spiritual power
I can handle this, if my man Ant would just
Give me a chance to splatter some antics across his canvisses
Damage is unavoidable at this point
I twist joints till they pop lock, too loud and get ya knot rocked(?)
Im too proud to let you hop scotch through
The section of the Earth that I occupy, without making you testify
Best that I could do for you, is ingore you
Cause Id probably conquer you if I explore you
Words from the Brother.

[Chorus]
We like
Brother Brother Brother, how ya making 'em get down
Come, straight to your town, vibrating the ground
Keep the people out there scared, of making a sound
Thats our policy, we step out there on Star Quality
Brother Brother Brother, how ya making 'em get down
Come, straight to your town, vibrating the ground
Keep the people out there scared, of making a sound
Thats our policy, we step out there

[Chorus 2]
And the preachers say
"Oh Ah Hey, Oh Ah Hah"
And the choir say
"Oh Ah Hey, Oh Ah Hah"
And the preachers say
"Oh Ah Hey, Oh Ah Hah"
And the choir say
"Oh Ah Hey, Oh Ah Hah"

[Outro]
"Oh Ah Hey, Oh Ah Hah"
"Oh Ah Hey, Oh Ah Hah"
"Oh Ah Hey, Oh Ah Hah"
"Oh Ah Hey, Oh Ah Hah"
"Oh Ah Hey, Oh Ah Hah"
"Oh Ah Hey, Oh Ah Hah"
"Oh Ah Hey, Oh Ah Hah"

(chorus)
You just don't know what you do to me
If you would just give me a chance then I'm sure you'll see, baby
You just don't know what you do to me
Only God knows what can happen when you fool with me, lady

(verse 1)
Excuse me, I mean pardon me
I mean you got me so shook I can hardly see
And I ain't tryin to be foul or disrespectful or nothin
But I feel like the universe should tell you somethin
You somethin, and I don't say that to be sayin it
Many came and went, but baby, you the main event
That's why I stopped ya, it's not just the body parts
That made me watch ya, mama, you got the posture
And demeanor of the Queen of Sheeba
And I'm Prince Charming, girl, pleased to meet ya
I could be your student, you could be my teacher
And I'm majorin your idiosyncrasies
And I please trouble you to use a word with 'w'
The way your lips movin got me pluggin too
You a great ten frame draped in heaven-made skin
And a faint grin, can a church say amen?
But why you catchin the bus?
With your backpockets lookin like they're ready to bust
Got a you and a me, now let's make it a us
Long story short, let me get a phone number, somethin, girl

(chorus)
You just don't know what you do to me
If you would just give me a chance then I'm sure you'll see, baby
You just don't know what you do to me
Only God knows what can happen when you fool with me, lady

Oh Lord

(verse 2)
Third date, can't stop fate
I know you can relate cause I can see it in your face
It's time to take this thing we got to the next level
You know, I mean spend all our waking hours together
Surprise, showed up at your job again
And I took the time to interview all of your friends
I don't think they good enough for a queen like you
In fact, cuttin them bitches off the first thing you need to do
I was thinkin, I wanna be everything to you
I'm the only friend you'll ever need, man, that's true
Besides, I bought you a beeper, so I can reach ya
Anytime I need ya, you in the streets just
Cluckin and cluckin, and cluckin and cluckin
Girl, we could be at home gettin into somethin
So don't look at me foul and don't talk to me funny
Won't you come on through, give daddy some of that honey, girl

(chorus)
You just don't know what you do to me
If you would just give me a chance then I'm sure you'll see, baby
You just don't know what you do to me
Only God knows what can happen when you fool with me, lady

(verse 3)
Did you have to go and tell the law you scared of me?
They came to mama's house and embarrassed me
Can't no piece of paper keep me away from you
You just don't understand how much I love you
I tried to tell you that I was sorry with a card
But I found it in the garbage in your backyard
Everytime I get involved it's some shit that happen
Girl, you start out nice, then forget your manners
Let me tell you that's what's wrong with these women today
How you gon' have a good man feelin this way?
It's a 30 second message that I left you today
And I know you're home cause your curtains have opened
Quit playin these child-ass games, girl
I mean I got a tatoo with your name, girl
You gon' mess around and get somebody killed
Cause if I can't have ya nobody will

(chorus)
You just don't know what you do to me
If you would just give me a chance then I'm sure you'll see, baby
You just don't know what you do to me
Only God knows what can happen when you fool with me, lady

"[ CHORUS ] (2X)
Man, you win some, lose some
They run the gamut from hilarious to gruesome
In my life I done caught some and threw some
And I done been in some shit
But this is one that I will never forget

[ VERSE 1 ]
Testosterone-filled hallway confrontation spectacle
Time to see who got the testicles
I'm not the type to holler, "What you wanna do then?"
Hands parallel to my shoulders, I keep it movin
There's one thing I hate is for another man to take control
Of a situation, you don't want me to play the role
I'm in my element on Front Street, I love a spotlight
Bringin an audience to diss me is just not right
I told him, "Listen stupid, I know what you're here to do
But we're not gonna do it
This is a movement that I'm part of it
You're lucky I'm a righteous blackman"
And you thought I had issues now, really had em back then
I turned my back with the anti-climatic spitefulness
That's the worst type of diss
And I stepped off, adolescent, passive aggressive
Jesus Christ superstar to send the world a message
And there stood little man soft dick in hand
Wonderin "What the fuck just happened?" Not enough to kill a man
I turn the corner like as long as he ain't pullin a gun
I'd rather catch a ass-whippin than run

[ CHORUS ]

[ VERSE 2 ]
I put them out there bad, too, really, they had to
I turned around, they runnin right directly at me, they looked mad, too
A half a minute felt like a half an hour
When he got close enough I stuck him once for black power
All three bombed on me, started swingin me around
Hollerin, "Get him down, get him down!"
I'm like fuck that, y'all don't gettin me on the linoleum
So three white boys can start stompin only one
They didn't hold back at all
They started bangin my head against a steel locker like a freakin racket ball
Grill was all busted, the locker was rusted
And when my face hit it it split my bicuspid
They spilled blood on my 'Boys N The Hood Increase the Peace' t-shirt
Now, isn't that symbolic?
I came to school a week later with a eye full of stitches
And I held my head higher than bitches
They lookin at me like, "Yeah y'all done fucked me up
What you think that's a thing that's gonna shut me up?"
Shit, nope, still swaggerin, still battle rappin
And still not givin em the satisfaction of bein mad

[ CHORUS ]"

Blood on beats

Tears have been shed
Lives have been lost
Blood has been spilled

Blood on beats

Damn, look at em sittin there, cats missin their chance
Pissin their pants for opportunities and disappear into a bar stool
Pardon you for thinkin I forgot about
The way that children act when the stars come out
It would be too much like right for them to tune up their sight and then
Pursue something tight within, the blue ugly life they're in
Liked your grimace but I must admit it's been a while
Since my outer adult disciplined your inner child
I've taught you the limits now when I crack your slumber
I expect you to say, "Thank you sir, can I have another?"
Your chance to wonder is up hollering enough talkin
So they won't be caught off guard when I'm knockin the dust off em
Plus tossin em in a moshpit, my village sacrifices virgin rappers
Who don't do the Rites of Passage
Curl em backwards till they faces touch they asses
Mail em off to Paraguay and don't insure the package
Burned your vermin asses, learned your nervous habits
In turn my current status lefts serpents swervin backwards
I rock parties where half the crowd is rappers
And analyze my diction as if their opinion matters
I splatter patterns of poetic eloquence
Mutterin bone shudderin utterin sense, they fluter and twitch
The ironic part of it is, I ain't tryin to scare these kids
Just tryin to connect them to the heritage

Beneath the outer layer the train is black
You just don't disrespect the people that lay the tracks
You love this human expression and they gave you that
And so the least y'all can do is try and pay em back
I said beneath the outer layer the train is black
You just don't disrespect the people that lay the tracks
You love this human expression and they gave you that
And so the least y'all can do is try and pay em back

You ain't the first, you will not be the last
Contribute
Do your shit, step the fuck off
You're not half as important as you think you are
Blood on beats
Blood on beats

Get yourself together now because it's hit time

Your known as the hit makers
Breaker breakers, party makers
They'll make your back crack, your liver quiver
For all you cats, who never put more dips in your hips
More cut in your strut, more glide in your stride
If you don't dig that you gotta hold your soul
If you don't dig this mess, you came to the wrong address
Because singing might be loud and clear

(brother ali)
Ayo, the music made ‘em jump back
Fuck that, how y'all gonna contract somethin fat, without lettin Ali touch that
Gun whack, read his lips
You're not serious, I got few evils and no superiors (so here he is)
A seasoned veteran, an ego reckon
I turn it up another notch to keep the people guessin
Y'all ain't fuckin with the ox so put your feeble session
Double teamin for the evening, so you heed the lessons
So no

(slug)
Here we go
Lookin at me like they know me
Only bout as far as they drunk ass can throw me
Do it, somebody's bound to catch it, no breakage
Never that, we keep it basic like breakfast
So taste it, the vitamins are subtle
So tighten up or Slug'll, even try to decipher the puzzle
But shut up though
(Fuck that, sucka jump back)
I hold the game like Notre Dame, I know your dame
(We cut a hunch back), Ali run that

(brother ali)
From cats lips to gods ears
We mind yall punk bastards and cross hairs
Applying our thug tactics till y'all scared
Don't stop till your drunk ass hits the back stairs (ohh yeah)

(slug)
Fuck that, jump back, yo, what's that
Drippin off her nuts, wait, why she got a nut sack?
You fuckin rappers are she-males
From the retail to the e-mail, your freak fell cause you need help

(chorus)
Y'all need to watch and observe and then follow
If we open for y'all it's still our show
I hear the same ol' shit wherever I go
Like Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah x2

(brother ali) (slug)
(Rappers steppin to)
ah yeah they get their shits burned
I throw a roll of quarters and cyphers and then I get learned
(Yo I don't care were you represent son, where's your chick rom?)
We'll take her out for breakfast if you want to let your lips run

(slug)
Listen, I know your mission, some type of magician that likes to go fishin
On the mic with air tight precision, the leaders keeping tradition
when you ain't even keeping the rhythm the DJ is spinnin
Calm down little camper, I've got the answers
You should fuck exotic dancers
You should grow a pair of tits and some antlers
It doesn't matter, turn it up, what the fuck you think that amp's for?

(brother ali)
I write poems, write rhymes, write my name in the snow
And I could use all of that to bend the frame of your hoe
And I should but instead I'll just pay the waiter and go
But if I didn't have a wife, yo your kids would be albinos
Your respect is like a stick in the grass
Mean mugs and tree hugs, I'll go on about it
I wear my toilet paper so that y'all can kiss my ass
with your tongue out and write a love song about it

(slug)
Write that shit inside of your book full of funny little scribbles
The love comes and vomit, the money comes and dribbles
The Minnesota missiles, self taught
communication, mutilation, holding pictures of your sister naked

(brother ali)
Ha ha, You to drunk to walk down the stairs
And now you standing here choking on my pubic hairs
Telling me your name is if you think the brother cares

If you keep bumping your guns we can fucking take it there

(slug) (brother ali)
Yo Make a room full of punk rocks stop and do twats
(Rest those shots from a cop, and ask him who's your pops)
Who's you daddy, Fuck that, Jump back and act happy
(Sing my fucking chorus before I punch you in the face)

(chorus)
Y'all need to watch and observe and then follow
If we open for y'all it's still our show
I hear the same ol' shit wherever I go
Like Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah x2

Shadows on the sun (multiple voices)

Yea, well I guess its no where different from anywhere else in the world man
I look out my window I see the whole thing

One side of the street, is Willows funeral home
and the other side the library
Try very hard to picture this shit
Walks is where I live at
Where parents are embarrassed to tell ya where they raised their kids at
You need some half and half of a 8 ball, you can get that
Fuck with little Rodney, you get all of your ribs cracked
In a location where slang (crack rock)
is not seen as a fucking recreation but a vocation
And the fellas and the smokers are both pasty
Get one eye on Minneapolis PT, they both racing
3 for 50, that's the supply and demand
And the twin cities, American heartland
And they've been busy, mastermind, tearing apart plans
And hoop dream is ballin with blisters on their hands
With chains danginling from the rims
Pain strangles them from within
Till a belt around the arm, makes the vein stand at ATTENTION!!
I try to block it out with a bed sheet, the moon lights is the curtin
Cause I'm not comforted by red and blue lights when I'm hurtin
Mommy loves you, yea I knew, but I wasn't certain
Cause Aneice is through, but she views life wasn't working
As a boy she told me 'wait for your father to come home'
I'm 24, still waitin for my father to come home
And some parents only touch their children when the whips brought
That's why bad kids to bad shit, just so they can get caught, and get touched
This growing ups shit rough
That's a big part of why we're so mixed up
Shit we don't have Bar Mitzvah's, we become men the first time our father
hits us, and we don't open gifts up
Sister Angena, from across the street is beautiful
But for 50 bucks, there nothin she wouldn't do to you
Used to be premium pussy, but now she's used up
For that same 50 bucks, she's gotta do some new stuff
Whatever it takes to make you pull the dollars out
If you don't intervene, then there's a day she'll turn her daughter out
Speaking of kids, I'm fixing lunch for my first born
I had the windows wide open cause the weathers warm
That's when the greatest hits of Donny Hathaway
got interrupted by a driveby shooting half a block away
Faheim was in the window, he didn't get hit though
All praise to Allah

I see all this from the desk that I write my rhymes from
Pen starts to scribble on its own, my minds numb
But, you can call me modern urban Normal Rockwell (3x)
I paint a picture of the spot well

Outside my window (5x)

I can just feel that... summer breeze

[No lyrics]

And yo whatever comes up comes out
We don't put our hands over our mouth
And whatever comes up comes out
We don't put our hands over our mouth
Whatever comes up comes out
Please mister bass-man lay it on me

Ayo, Dependin on the day, and dependin on what I ate
I'm anywhere from 20 to 35 pounds over weight
I got red eyes and one of them's lazy
and they both squint when the sun shines so I look crazy
I'm albino man, I know I'm pink and pale
And I'm hairy as hell, everywhere but fingernails
I shave a cranium that ain't quite shaped right
Face tight, shiny, I stay up and write late nights
My wardrobe is jeans and faded shirts
A mixture of what I like, and what I wear to work
I'm not mean and got a neck full of razor bumps
I'm not the classic profile of what the ladies want
You might think I'm depressed as can be
But when I look in the mirror I see sexy ass me
And if that's somethin that you cant respect then that's peace
My life's better without you actually
To everyone out there, who's a little different
I say damn a magazine, these are gods fingerprints
You can call me ugly but cant take nothing from me
I am what I am doctor you ain't gotta love me

(spoken)
If you would please turn in your bible
To beauty tips according to Forest Whitiker
In the third chapter of the third line
Brother Ali would you please read to the choir for me son

I'ma be all right, you ain't gotta be my friend tonight (you ain't gotta love me)
An I'ma be okay, you would probably bore me anyway (you ain't gotta love me) x3

Forest Whitiker y'all

Yo Ant, kick the beat you just kicked a little while ago...

[VERSE 1]
I bitchslap rappers so hard it give em whiplash
You fuckin with sleeveless t-shirts, where your tricks at?
Look left, look right, wait, where your chick at?
She findin out she walk and talk white but ride dick black
I'm a big baller, shot caller, all a y'all are runnin laps
Let me tell you little fuckers a story walkin out
You probably think you're somebody big talkin loud
You're transparent, I been starin through your Karl Kani
Art imitates life imitates art
Get it straight, slice through the mic, pourin out my heart
When it's late night we litter the landscape
Animate our dead opposition to get one last phoney handshake
I read a lot and write a lot, empty my pockets at the giro shop
Hit the cash machine for some green, maybe a ten spot
I said giro cause my Greek's a little broken
But my four-letter French works fine if you're provokin

[CHORUS]
And we killers in the morning, killers in the evening
Wake up and we yawnin, happy we still breathin
Got one longin, that's to keep eatin
We here to stay and we ain't leavin

(Rock y'all)
(Everything gonna be alright)

[VERSE 2]
I'm a cross between John Gotti and Mahatma Ghandi
Look between pimp and square, you probably find me
There, in vain I solemnly swear
I'm a Guardian Angel with gang signs in the air
I spent too much time fuckin with sorry sobs
Treatin beats like bitches, flippin ménage à trois's
You ain't tryin to see us angry, pop, we already hard
Fuckin the the diplomats'll get you horribly scarred
From the cat behind the wall who play handball in the yard
To the one that run the block as head baller in charge
To the brothers with the kufis on that walk with the gods
Mission Hill, Caprini Green, all ghetto scenery
Every city got us beaten up, down tryin creepin up
Soundbombing people, what? Till we get a equal cut
We come through straight smashin on the haters
Witness the world, the Rhymesayers

[CHORUS]

(Rock y'all)
(Everything gonna be alright)

[VERSE 3]
Often the brain runs
And expresses itself in words, sometimes profane ones
That's when it first occurred to me where the pain comes
From, page one in my rhyme book
If you listen closely you can picture how my line looks
You presently pressed to be restin next to me
The best of me molestin destiny wrestlin with ecstacy
The recipe for immoratlity
Flows actually be on the malls and factories
Of urban life with the laws of gravity
Audacity, you got a lot of it
Common sense should tell you not to rap against
My obvious dominance
My real lilfe size is bigger than your confidence

[CHORUS]

(verse 1)
Show promoter backstage pacin (Why is that?)
He's tryin to take control of his situation
He know damn well he ain't got the money I expect to have
So I'm stuffin all the backstage in my record bag
But that's what you get when you don't pay shit
Cause I can't pay my rent on free water and chips
And if free beer means payment is what you think
BK drank one and Ali don't drink
So produce the fetti, cheddar or whatever you call it
Go get your dough split and come the hell up off it
This is how I feed my family, so I'm not gonna forfeit
And if that doesn't get it, I'm gonna go for your wallet
Let me guess - the turnout wasn't quite what you expected
Let me guess - somethin that the club owner did wrecked it
Let me guess - it's hard to pack em in in this kind of weather
And nobody wanna come and party after 9/11
That's not a MP, that's a YP - your problem
You need to have this shit planned out before callin
This is not a game to me, dog, you stealin from my family
You just gon' have to understand me
Backstage pacin

(verse 2)
Opening act backstage pacin (Why is that?)
They tryin take control of they situation
But they mad salty cause they wore they fuckin matchin shirts
And the crowd didn't feel them and they went on first
It's the monitor, the soundman, it's the muthafuckin mics
Cats in this state are haters and the whole crowd's white
Don't sleep, your Wu-Tang impression is tight
And if blah-blah would have happened, y'all'd had em snappin
Let me guess - you and your girl had a conversation
Let me guess - she doesn't feel that you're being compensated
Let me guess - you've been rappin for a year and a half
And you mad brave when you get a little beer in your ass
At this stage y'all really need to show and prove
Pay attention, pay respect, pay homage, pay your dues
Be happy with your 20 minutes and your drink tickets
And go build your own scene if you think different
Hah, cause we ain't even triyn to take y'all shit
The Micronauts should have pinky rings to make y'all kiss
It's a road now, but who you think paved all this?
You're mad-face makin, you're lucky to be backstage pacin

Fee-fi-fo-fum
Watch out, muthafucka, hear the big Brother come
Like fee-fi-fo-fum
(Here it come, here it come, here it kiddy-come-come) (quote by run dmc)

(verse 3)
Brother Ali backstage pacin (Why is that?)
He tryin to take control of his situation
He's a million miles from home and his dick is on hard
And these girls are gonna make him prove that he believe in God
I'm haunted by an overfriendly poetry chick
Who keeps showin me hip cause she know that she thick
And if I met her on the street I probably wouldn't look twice
But at a show with my ego on swoll she look like
A master at applyin Maybelline with thighs you'd love to lay between
Hair was fly with raving sheen, gigantic eyes in hazel green
Revealin just enough to let me know she got it
But concealin just enough to let imagination frolic
Let me guess - my poetry makes you feel so inspired
Let me guess - the way I play off the vibe makes you excited
Let me guess - you wanna go and party after the show
And you were hopin that the two of us could capture the flow
She like, "Come on Ali, it ain't nothin to dance"
By the end of the song, girl, I be rubbin your ass
And by the end of the night I might be fuckin you fast
Then my wife probably find a new husband and dash

Open the doors, let the people in
Turn up the mics, let me speak to them
Victorious when the evening ends
It all starts when the beat begins

(verse 1)
You're now fuckin with the show stopper
A-l-i the Brother, since "'89's the number"
Fuck "another summer," I'm the world's most accurate
Take the roughest cats and get em passionate
Shake awake the walking dead Lazarus
With off-the-head narratives, it'm embarrassing
I mean, I'm the albino but y'all pale in comparison
I'm not arrogant, oh shit, well yeah, I'm arrogant
Grab the microphone out your arm so fast I tear a limb
Roman fashion, give yo soul a spasm
If you don't know find someone that knows and ask him
I'm right in front of ya, tight muthafuckin mic muzzler
Who might struggle ya, my shit's wild like that
There's 8 million ways to stretch words around beats
And 6 million rappers be sharin the same three
But me takin the time to be creative with mine
Touch your soul till I see it in your face when I rhyme
And in the two or three seconds it may take to rewind
I hold a rapper to the flames until I make him resign
Want nobody hold your place in this rhyme, you find a space to recline
You're dead, got to stay breakin your spine

(chorus)
Every father, mother, son and daughter send em to me
Do not approach the ock without bendin your knees
I might be on the stage but my head's in the streets
We settle the beef (when the beats commence)

(verse 2)
Ladies and gentlemen, Brother Ali bare the resemblence
Of Moses freein y'all with sentences, vocabulary venomous
Telling domestic horror stories
Non-fiction with the majestic oratory
Instead of concentratin on strippin the youth naked
I give em the truth naked, livin proof for the sacred
Unless I'm mistaken there's like three kind of people
Black people and white people and my people
I blister MC's and twist the debris
I got a funny knack for bringin kids to their knees
Y'all got Christopher Reeve-sized bravery tryin to play with me
Have you in fetal positions shoutin "Get away from me!"
Every day I see rappers I wanna slap or strangle
Around they neck disaster dangles, so that's the angle
Next millennium, same percentage of em are weak
Y'all thinkin y'all can rhyme, don't even come from the streets
You got any sense at all, you mean-mug and retreat
Or end up a human pinada hung from your feet
When I told you you were tight I had my tongue in my cheek
And you ain't lookin at my team, buddy, our huddle is deep
Born to hustle on beats, I just have it within
If I had any more potential I would have to be twins
Cackle and grin when rappers begin to babble and spin away
Y'all should pick a day, the it-day, the off-the-ick day

(chorus)
Every father, mother, son and daughter send em to me
Do not approach the ock without bendin your knees
I might be on the stage but my head's in the streets
We settle the beef (when the beats commence)

(verse 3)
I'm a desperado, but I guess that y'all know that already
My stick-and-move flow pattern steady
The Bro has already dissed rappers of every race
Got em together for a "We Are the World" remake
If Ali's fake please take this opportunity to tell he
To his face, get your infrastructure erased
When I flip damn it I'm fly, kick sand in your eye
And tell your record company to eat a shit sandwich and die
Ali's a big teddybear
Till they scream, "Stop slammin the car door, that's my fuckin head in there!"
Your teeth are everywhere, I serve your family
And write about it in my journal like I'm Mister Belvedere
I seldom stare in the sky, only at nighttime
Envision endin your mission when I write rhymes
History's never witnessed a mission quite like mine
And the more they try to extinguish it, the more the light shines

(chorus)
Every father, mother, son and daughter send em to me
Do not approach the ock without bendin your knees
I might be on the stage but my head's in the streets
We settle the beef (when the beats commence)

(verse 1) (slug)
I dictate while most MC's lactate
Can't wait for me to smack ( ?greats? ) and fuck em till my sack breaks
They stand still with a little bit of spittle
Drippin off the middle of they lips tryin to light a cigarette
And I'ma watch em all choke on my vomit
Took apart, shook up they heart, they died on it
And I promise, if you could hide from this monster
You'd quick tryin to ride on my divide and conquer
Some gotta die 'fore the dumb realize
Not everyone can fly, most don't have wings
Keep takin a nap, wear a brick for a cap
Or get the fuck off the lap before you lose everything
I spit shrapnel while the villagers babble
Slice deep, pull, peel, and let the skin unravel
We're here to scrape off a layer of your make-up
So we can see what a bitch is really made of

(verse 2) (brother ali)
I step off in your hoola-hoop cypher with my eyes all aglow
Walkin tall enough to make your half moon whole
You don't need to get duct-taped to the bathroom flo'
Cause I don't think your shit is flavor - the rats do, though
You and your little bitch buddies think you're Thelma & Louise
Cause you got a drum machine and you ( ? )
You need to respect a fuckin legend when he breathes
'fore you get a K-Swiss logo embedded in your knees
Shock the body-body, rock the consciousness
Stagger the imagination, box your esophagus
The paradime, you stepped past the line
And I show you why the masterminds have got a fuckin axe to grind
Street magician like David Blaine with these songs
Crip-walkin through your mental corridor with metal cleats on
Slug got the weed smoke, Ant got the beats broke
And your fuckin eyebrows might grow back, but your teeth won't

(You gonna look pretty funny tryin to eat corn on a cob with no fuckin teeth)

Here we are in the apartment corridor,
"Dorian, right? yeah I been meaning to speak to you.
I don't get up in my neighbours business normally right,
But yo these thin ass walls got everything leakin' through
Now first thing's first, I don't judge you for the weed smoke
But I can hear your daughter yellin' "daddy, please dont"
And it's not once or twice, but every damn night
Man there's somethin' goin' on up in here that ain't right
Now man to man, I can understand
They like to stress a brotha out, man we cuss each other out
But you crossin the line by puttin your hands on 'em
And nobody ever told you not to hit a damn woman?
Boy, I can tell that my presence was painfull
Breathin' truth down his neck it must have felt like a strangle
His eyes flashed confusion, wavin' his hands around
He's used to raisin' his voice on people to back 'em down..."

"....See this is specifically why I left the pistol in the linen closet
Pullin' this shit, if he was taller I woulda went and got it
Damnit man, I'm in the right and I'm civilized
But little boys really ain't used to bein' criticized
First off scooter, take the bass out your voice
I'm respectfull with mine and yo you makin' a choice
Here and, understand it's only once that I warn you
Man make a move, make a threat, I'll make it reign knuckles on you
I ain't a woman or a baby dawg, I'm out of your league
My wife heard us gettin' loud so she's prayin' for peace
She's stuck her head down on some keep your temper shit
Little man gon' say "Over there's your door, mind your business bitch"
Ha, now that's sweet, just what I needed it, it seemed that
He invited my right fist for a party on his left cheek
I didn't mean to seem rude so I accepted,
But arrived a half a second early, right cross connected -
Oh, staggered him, just by taggin' him,
Mr. tough guy, one punch bring out the fag in him
Little man could make moves that I couldn't,
He cut and tried to foot it, now how should I put it
I stood at full posture and swatted him down the staircase
Bare knuckles to bare face, all punches knew their place
Air point style, the second one take off, the next one land
Learn some respect young man
He glanced down for the brick on the ground,
Fist still clenched up I'm still stickin' his crown
He's in the jaws of the most turbulant blitz in the world
So fuck hittin' ya' girl tonight you're hittin' the ground
I said somebody need to beat your ass,
And then teach your ass, and I'm sorry I can only do half
And while his mellon swell up, a police cruiser pull up
He hopped out all puffed up with the holster of his gun up
Ready to protect and serve,
And it's in his nature to .38 ya' if you're testin' his nerves
He helped the wife-beater stand up,
But not before he helped brother ali into some handcuffs
And you can imagine my surprise,
When his girl came down the stairs with tears in her eyes
And a phone in her hand, holdin' her man
Damn that was not the plan...

My brothers in the plight
Who ain't got your head right
Too many people shed blood
For us not to shed light
We hot we dead right
We drop we take mics
We run these streets
Like cops through red lights

We shine so bright
We learn the life
We high beams in rearview
Weaving through the traffic just to see you
Man's truth living is lost
By the time you hear this when your position is took

My brothers in the plight
Who ain't got your head right
Too many people shed blood
For us not to shed light
We hot we dead right
We drop we take mics
We run these streets
Like cops through red lights

Bismillahirahmaanirahim
Rabbana la tuzigh quloobana
BaAAda ith hadaytana
Wahab lana min ladunka rahmatan innaka anta alwahhabu
Rabbana atina fee alddunya hasanatan
Wafee alakhirati hasanatan
Waqina AAathaba alnnari
Astaghfurhallah al azeem kaffeer

My brothers in the plight
Who ain't got your head right
Too many people shed blood
For us not to shed light
We hot we dead right
We drop we take mics
We run these streets
Like cops through red lights

I was up and out my mothers house at 17
Been a grown ass married man ever since
Family reunions, I'm talked about but never seen
Cause I learned that some of them can be your nemesis
Got a lot of scars on me, I'll now tell you the stories
If, you promise not to take offense
Homie, sit back then, hand bring the beat in
I'll try to find a place that starts to make sense now
The first time I was pushed out blind
Cold and naked, spanked on the ass to breathe
An immigrant from heaven on earth with a word piece
I announce my self with gasps and screams
Before black and white supremacy, heighted my innocence
I was living out life behind the picket fence
Happy go lucky scared of no one
With the only exception, I'm allergic to the sun
Didn't know I had a image that a camera couldn't capture
100% on Mars manufacture
But then came the laughter, and outside I'm battered
Picket fence shattered
I saw my self as bastard tagalong, harassed and spat upon
By the children of slave masters who passed it on
The saddest songs been sung at the hands of who I call the race from hell
Its a disgrace from hell
Fell face first in the self hate
Burst into tears when I hear my own hellish name cursed
If I seem timid, its only because every mirror that I saw back then had the
earths ugliest human being in it
And with that said, they would kick me till they got tired or I act dead
And I, have to tell ya'll that the obvious part
That I always feel free when I'm talking to god
Alone on the playground, Friday afternoon
And the, old sister who hums gospel toons
I saw her notice getting closer
She approached me and put a knowing hand on my shoulder
And booked my feelings
Cause she looked at me in a way that adults very seldom look at children
And with the wisdom only earned by years
She read my thoughts and she welled up with tears and said

"You look the way you do because you're special
Not the short bus way, I mean that God's gonna test you
And all of this pain is training for the day when you
will have to lead with the gift God gave to you
Grown folks don't see it but the babies do
And there's a chance that you can save a few"
And time will prove that, she started my movement
She didn't tell me to take it - she told me to use it

The second time poppa ripped the womb open early
And exposed me to the coldness life prematurely
Where mom's love used to live, now housed denial
And when that decayed, it made it bitter and spiteful
But me and my runaway, we share something special
Rode into the sunset, can barely can tough the pedals
No strings attached, screaming, "fuck Geppetto"
We may live in the gutter, but we cling to each other
A week before my son came, I caught a bad bounce
And had to step to mom with my hands out
And momma proved the two of us could not live in that house
She lied to the police so they would throw us in the streets
And separating from you, is something that I feel I must do
Its not that I don't love you, its more that I don't trust you
Its been a year since I've seen a living relative
And it's just now that I'm starting to live
But while I'm sitting here, choking on tears wishing that I didn't care
Feeling all alone in this hemisphere, I swear upon everything I hold dear
And then my wife comes near, and I hear a voice whisper in my ear

"You're going through all of this because you're special
Not no superstar shit, I mean that God had to test you
And all of this pain has been training for the day when you
would lead us with the gift God gave to you
Your parents might not see it but your babies do
And there's a chance that you can save a few"
And time will prove that, she started my movement
She didn't tell me to take it, she told me to use it

So I use it

[CHORUS]
Victory
Ours are the cries that breathe life in the concrete
Victory
Ours are the tears that splash genius at God's feet
Victory
Ours are the prayers that weave poetry through drum beats
Victory

[VERSE 1: Brother Ali]
Step inside the mind of a soon-to-be legendary
Straight paramilitary
Brother Ali exist to read the scripture, it's never read
Whoever said this underground hip-hop shit is dead
Must have fallen on his head
Spent my lifetime buildin
Writin rhymes I remind rappers of everything that scared them as children
They call me show stopper
No opera singer has hit the exact pitch, I spit my flow out of
Taught directly by the source of all knowledge
You don't affect me till you're forced to draw powers
Respect me as a voice amongst scholars
Who speak deep to thee, move the sleep from your eye lids
Make your lungs flutter
Get it right, my inner light cast shadows on the sun, brother
I'm where the rubber meets the concrete
It's a cold world, not sayin bring your your own heat
I'm just sayin don't sleep
I'm walkin with the lion till the day that I die
And the pens have been lifted and the pages have dried
And a big smoke screen wrote my name in the sky
Politickin with the angels knowin they would reply
Got the lungs of a cyclone, tongue of a python
The reason why your favorite MC sleep with the lights on
Right on, brother, we def as fuck
Not 'deaf' like (What?) but 'def' like (WHAT!)
From the depths around the planet where my name's spoken
We here to get our brains open and our chains broken
Watch me walk around the planet with the same notion
His adversaries thought the pain broke him
But we run up in a stadium with diagnostics
Two tables and a mic and take a crowd hostage
And the very first item on my list of demands
Is that all these freedom fighters start liftin they hands

[CHORUS]
To my freedom fighters and the graffiti writers
And the people like us - come forward
And to the torch carriers speakin Arabic
Ridin on your charriots - come forward
To my political prisoners, individual listeners
Who feelin this - come forward
And to the bone shakers and the home makers
Raisin our own saviors - come forward

[VERSE 2: Brother Ali]
Me and my people are signed, sealed, delivered, incorporated
brought to your by Rhymesayers Entertainment
You got to face it, we not complacent
We came for your debasement and left your face bent
And me, mister Brother Ali is the stomp-down-beat-kicker
Who walkin the streets with the so real philosophy
Until I fulfill prophecy there's no real stoppin me
Obviously I'm the bomb, believe me
Opponents come up missin and they all beneath me
I know my soldiers need me, they call and beep me
I walk the streets freely with ( ? ) beneath me, boy
We stays gettin it on
Act hard and I probably make you strip to your thong
Dissin your song and feel you mouth to fist when you yawn
Nibblin on a rapper till the gristle is gone
I stand and sing from atop Mount Ararat
I am a king, just ain't got my kingdom yet
And my anthem ring from the Congo to your set
I'm Alfred Hitchcock with my silhouette
Pourin Blood On Beats till the trumpet is blown
Coffins, I release em when I'm up in the zone
Fortune favors the brave and press on is the motto
Cast shadows on the sun with my bravado

[CHORUS]