Brother Ali - Victory! (Come Forward) Lyrics
VictoryOurs are the cries that breathe life in the concreteVictoryOurs are the tears that splash genius at God's feetVictoryOurs are the prayers that weave poetry through drum beatsVictory(verse 1)Step inside the mind of a soon-to-be legendaryStraight paramilitaryBrother Ali exist to read the scripture, it's never readWhoever said this underground hip-hop shit is deadMust have fallen on his headSpent my lifetime buildinWritin rhymes I remind rappers of everything that scared them as childrenThey call me show stopperNo opera singer has hit the exact pitch, I spit my flow out ofTaught directly by the source of all knowledgeYou don't affect me till you're forced to draw powersRespect me as a voice amongst scholarsWho speak deep to thee, move the sleep from your eye lidsMake your lungs flutterGet it right, my inner light cast shadows on the sun, brotherI'm where the rubber meets the concreteIt's a cold world, not sayin bring your your own heatI'm just sayin don't sleepI'm walkin with the lion till the day that I dieAnd the pens have been lifted and the pages have driedAnd a big smoke screen wrote my name in the skyPolitickin with the angels knowin they would replyGot the lungs of a cyclone, tongue of a pythonThe reason why your favorite MC sleep with the lights onRight on, brother, we def as *****Not 'deaf' like (What?) but 'def' like (WHAT!)From the depths around the planet where my name's spokenWe here to get our brains open and our chains brokenWatch me walk around the planet with the same notionHis adversaries thought the pain broke himBut we run up in a stadium with diagnosticsTwo tables and a mic and take a crowd hostageAnd the very first item on my list of demandsIs that all these freedom fighters start liftin they hands(chorus)To my freedom fighters and the graffiti writersAnd the people like us - come forwardAnd to the torch carriers speakin ArabicRidin on your charriots - come forwardTo my political prisoners, individual listenersWho feelin this - come forwardAnd to the bone shakers and the home makersRaisin our own saviors - come forward(verse 2)Me and my people are signed, sealed, delivered, incorporatedbrought to your by Rhymesayers EntertainmentYou got to face it, we not complacentWe came for your debasement and left your face bentAnd me, mister Brother Ali is the stomp-down-beat-kickerWho walkin the streets with the so real philosophyUntil I fulfill prophecy there's no real stoppin meObviously I'm the bomb, believe meOpponents come up missin and they all beneath meI know my soldiers need me, they call and beep meI walk the streets freely with chalk beneath me, boyWe stays gettin it onAct hard and I probably make you strip to your thongDissin your song and feel you mouth to fist when you yawnNibblin on a rapper till the gristle is goneI stand and sing from atop Mount AraratI am a king, just ain't got my kingdom yetAnd my anthem ring from the Congo to your setI'm Alfred Hitch***** with my silhouettePourin Blood On Beats till the trumpet is blownCoffins, I release em when I'm up in the zoneFortune favors the brave and press on is the mottoCast shadows on the sun with my bravado
