[Hook Brother Ali] Brother Ali is back in town Came a long way to make that sound Break through Earth from hallowed ground Played with my blood to wear this crown Brother Ali is back in town World on my shoulder, weigh me down Break through Earth from hallowed ground Played with my blood to wear this crown [Verse 1 Brother Ali] Uh, fact about it, Im a force of nature Leader of men, boss of my organization I aint in to bein ostentatious I offered the pages that caught a lot of yall in the Matrix Soon as I caught a break, I was off to the races Invaded the remotest possible places Seen it first hand, yeah its hard to explain it Ive been around the world, left my heart on them stages They want your boy, all all on they faces Hollered out a roar, they holla in amazement I follow all the greatest, Alist, taste makers That shaped this and theyre all innovators Im so firmly grounded in the basics Yeah, dishonor, get pounded to the pavement Dealin with the voice of the nameless, faceless Face it, your participation aint gonna be painless I wont debate that Im sort of a sadist I use most your faces to sharpen my blade with Combat takin place, not entertainment Lives been lost, its a hostile arrangement [Hook] [Verse 2 Brother Ali] Uh, your eyes never spied where Ive been Low parts where the heights of rhymin Back alleys where the dice is flyin Darkness is tryin, the lights are blindin Sheist environment, the nights are violent Red beam silent, the sirens cryin Clean mighty tights or your life survivin Nights where the roaches or mice might slide in The highest you can climb is that limelight And so downin on that mic meant fightin Braggin rights are all that you rhyme with Cant stand to see all your pride get sliced in When the spotlight hit, my shit, yall just Bet Im a stomp this motherfuckin party til its cold and lifeless Close your eyelids, behold the righteous Its cold as night gets [Hook] [Outro MURS talking] There was a standoff And theres like a Russian dude, a old, black pimp dude Some gangsta black dude, some Armenian dude Like a motley crew, literally Like a weirdo but street, angry, grown ass men Against me and Dibbs and Art and the God Loves Ugly crew And its like a line and I walk in between em And I just start goin off Like Cuz, Blood, like mother, fucker Im a get on the phone and Im a make everybody cry Im just talkin crazy, Im mad, this is my hometown Im about to call the homies But you know like the old pimp dude had a piece or somethin Like a gun or somethin And it was about to jump off And then he goes like oh, aint you Brother Ali? Brother Ali, you a bad motherfucker man
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