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: Brother Ali ]
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) --> Run-DMC
[ VERSE 2: Brother Ali ]
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 ]
[ VERSE 3: Brother Ali ]
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 ]