Brother Ali - When The Beat Comes In Lyrics
Open the doors, let the people inTurn up the mics, let me speak to themVictorious when the evening endsIt all starts when the beat begins(verse 1)You're now *****in with the show stopperA-l-i the Brother, since "'89's the number"***** "another summer," I'm the world's most accurateTake the roughest cats and get em passionateShake awake the walking dead LazarusWith off-the-head narratives, it'm embarrassingI mean, I'm the albino but y'all pale in comparisonI'm not arrogant, oh shit, well yeah, I'm arrogantGrab the microphone out your arm so fast I tear a limbRoman fashion, give yo soul a spasmIf you don't know find someone that knows and ask himI'm right in front of ya, tight mutha*****in mic muzzlerWho might struggle ya, my shit's wild like thatThere's 8 million ways to stretch words around beatsAnd 6 million rappers be sharin the same threeBut me takin the time to be creative with mineTouch your soul till I see it in your face when I rhymeAnd in the two or three seconds it may take to rewindI hold a rapper to the flames until I make him resignWant nobody hold your place in this rhyme, you find a space to reclineYou're dead, got to stay breakin your spine(chorus)Every father, mother, son and daughter send em to meDo not approach the ock without bendin your kneesI might be on the stage but my head's in the streetsWe settle the beef (when the beats commence)(verse 2)Ladies and gentlemen, Brother Ali bare the resemblenceOf Moses freein y'all with sentences, vocabulary venomousTelling domestic horror storiesNon-fiction with the majestic oratoryInstead of concentratin on strippin the youth *****I give em the truth *****, livin proof for the sacredUnless I'm mistaken there's like three kind of peopleBlack people and white people and my peopleI blister MC's and twist the debrisI got a funny knack for bringin kids to their kneesY'all got Christopher Reeve-sized bravery tryin to play with meHave you in fetal positions shoutin "Get away from me!"Every day I see rappers I wanna slap or strangleAround they neck disaster dangles, so that's the angleNext millennium, same percentage of em are weakY'all thinkin y'all can rhyme, don't even come from the streetsYou got any sense at all, you mean-mug and retreatOr end up a human pinada hung from your feetWhen I told you you were tight I had my tongue in my cheekAnd you ain't lookin at my team, buddy, our huddle is deepBorn to hustle on beats, I just have it withinIf I had any more potential I would have to be twinsCackle and grin when rappers begin to babble and spin awayY'all should pick a day, the it-day, the off-the-ick day(chorus)Every father, mother, son and daughter send em to meDo not approach the ock without bendin your kneesI might be on the stage but my head's in the streetsWe settle the beef (when the beats commence)(verse 3)I'm a desperado, but I guess that y'all know that alreadyMy stick-and-move flow pattern steadyThe Bro has already dissed rappers of every raceGot em together for a "We Are the World" remakeIf Ali's fake please take this opportunity to tell heTo his face, get your infrastructure erasedWhen I flip damn it I'm fly, kick sand in your eyeAnd tell your record company to eat a shit sandwich and dieAli's a big teddybearTill they scream, "Stop slammin the car door, that's my *****in head in there!"Your teeth are everywhere, I serve your familyAnd write about it in my journal like I'm Mister BelvedereI seldom stare in the sky, only at nighttimeEnvision endin your mission when I write rhymesHistory's never witnessed a mission quite like mineAnd the more they try to extinguish it, the more the light shines(chorus)Every father, mother, son and daughter send em to meDo not approach the ock without bendin your kneesI might be on the stage but my head's in the streetsWe settle the beef (when the beats commence)
