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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 Allah 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

Politicin 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



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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 chalk 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



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