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Brother Ali
Brother Ali




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Альбом Brother Ali


Champion EP (11.05.2004)
11.05.2004
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Love On Display
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Weaheedah's Hands
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"Im a trend setter with a wicked vendetta
Been feather, venomous, skeleton shredder, theres never been better
Plus my fourth to the tenth letter rip
Heads quick, youre little chick, that deliver get a little glimpse at a
Ugly charmer, Gentlemen Caller
Sendin them all to hell in a milk crate
Forest Whitiker dictate
You need to get the dick out your intake
You toilets in a gay bar, never gettin your shit straight
They'll never find diamonds, as bright as my eyes
When I find where my competators hide
And then I slice em, Brother Ali, mean muggin emcee
Is goin toe to toe with em, Stand nose to nose with em
My flow for sho(sure) hit em
I thought especially, one word that I speak at a show, could blow the whole system
Thats word from the big bad, fat ass, motherfuckin, Brother Ali
Ugh

You're now rockin with the champion
You know you're in a war that can't be won
You need to stop and understand me, son
Cause I got a pocket full and I can hand you some
You're now rockin with the champion
You know you're in a war that can't be won
You need to stop and understand me, son
Cause I got a pocket full and I can hand you some

I'm chokin players like I'm Bob Knight, choke the coaches like I'm Spreewell
They bowin to the 'Sayers till they knees swell
Shake the game up worse than Single White Females
Walkin to they car alone flashin three bills
These little kids are talkin 'bout how little I know
Boy, I grab a mic and rock you like your Triple 5 Soul
With a civilized flow, but if you say my name I'm like Beetlejuice
Dice you up and slap you till your teeth are loose
I've seen the noose and will not get lynched by the industry
Nor will I have a A&R pimpin me stickin his thing in me
I'd sing for free for some years if it's clear to me
That if I'm there for my team they're there for me
For real, I be diligently killin the soliloquies
Of these milipeads that try to pass themselves off as ill MC's
I weave a web of words so intricately
That the English dictionary lacks an adjective to fit me
If he want my album tell him not to fuck with ATAK
He was hatin and Slug told em "(Slug)Bitch to send our tapes back"
And if I lose my voice then instead of sayin raps
I start paintin facts on the wall with hot crayola crayon wax

You're now rockin with the champion
You know you're in a war that can't be won
You need to stop and understand me, son
Cause I got a pocket full and I can hand you some
You're now rockin with the champion
You know you're in a war that can't be won
You need to stop and understand me, son
Cause I got a pocket full and I can hand you some

No No No
I wasn't lyin 'bout them muthafuckin hairy hands
Well how you think I tear a man till he can barely stand?
I share the land with hustlers hollerin my chorus back
I'll do anything for the cats that show support like that
When I battle they hold my back, y'all most be smokin crack
Guys are screamin, "I ain't supposed to rap," come on, you know you're wack
These Minnesota cats touch down in places where it's dormant at
Bring they muthafuckin trophies back
I'm like big up my man Optimus Prime
I'm like what the fuck do rappers got in they mind?
I might jump on the stage and start hollerin rhymes
Maybe bend your back around and make you swallow your spine
It's clear you ain't seen no one this tight in years
When I sing I can bring Brian McKnight to tears
I have to consume, shit I capture a room
And before my son was born I made him dance in the womb
MC's put up your titles, I be grabbin em soon
Them rappers are doomed, worse than breathing hazardous fumes
Like 'Bam!'
(There it is...)

You're now rockin with the champion
You know you're in a war that can't be won
You need to stop and understand me, son
Cause I got a pocket full and I can hand you some
You're now rockin with the champion
You know you're in a war that can't be won
You need to stop and understand me, son
Cause I got a pocket full and I can hand you some"

. . .


I circle my opponents like a bird of prey, in search of a vertabra
Just to curse your day, and make blue sky revert to gray
Tryin' to work my way back to where the purpose gave birth
To the perfect way to quench my thirst to slay rappers
Penatrate your fragile brain matter
Stand glarin' at you with command, and frame, and stature
Actually mastered the talent it takes to seize the rep
Out of your chest and leave em shakin'
These heads never impressed us, I credit the best cause I
?Accept the rebreath? with respect from my predecesors
To die the best of deaths is meaning gunfire
Blessed with ??, testin the opressive
This dimension inside your pain is my domain
By signing my name I solidify the rain
In an instant I will drain em, get em out the game
Itsisted upon bickering with death until the quiet came
Then silence remained, touched him with his lights out and
Im in his veins, ushering his life out him
He cried when it came, at that moment he froze
And death pulled his soul through the hole in his nose

From the moment I sight em, decide I don't like em
I evacuate the little bit of life they got inside em
Somebody gonna get dead tonight
Bad Motha Fucka gottta split heads tonight
From the moment I sight em, decide I don't like em
I evacuate the little bit of life they got inside em
Somebody gonna get dead tonight
Bad Motha Fucka gottta split heads tonight

Let em watch the Brother rip, they need to fuckin study it
Have the missin pieces like they tryin to make the puzzle fit
Its some other shit, nothin like when we discovered it
Fools rappin like they tried to suck a dick and bust a lip
Half asshole and ain't mastered to grab the shit
They pacifists and ain't nothin bout them passionate
Never had a pay a bill, spent a day in jail
And hold mic's like theyre scared as hell to brake a nail
You ever hide inside your seat, eyes upon your feet
Need to keep riding the dick instead of tryin to ride the beat
I come from a time when rhymin is too self defining
Aint no time for whining, protecting your little homage
If your crews really the shit, prove it in your set
You really should get off the stage, youre too pretty to sweat
If hes not in alliance, beat him in the compliance
Somethin to do while I'm feeding him to the lions
Keep being defiant, ain't nothin I can say to you
Except you better stay out my range of view, a day or two
Your friendly neighbourhood Rhymesayer, I lay a
Asswhoopin on you thats one of a kind, playa

From the moment I sight em, decide I don't like em
I evacuate the little bit of life they got inside em
Somebody gonna get dead tonight
Bad Motha Fucka gottta split heads tonight
From the moment I sight em, decide I don't like em
I evacuate the little bit of life they got inside em
Somebody gonna get dead tonight
Bad Motha Fucka gottta split heads tonight

You live in a world of artificial turf past the sky
Got the nerve to stay up nights and askin why
Im fuckin your shit up, youre forced to pluckin your lips up
That gets ripped up, you could kiss your own ass goodbye
You don't understand me, I don't have Plan B
I don't have a mom and dad to help me land on my feet
I don't have the luxury of livin where the grass is green
Ink pen victims and ten of their friends with them
Ive been kickin, scratchin scrapin for respect
Since knee-high, believe I will take it to your neck
I release my, venomous sentiments at the drop of a hat
You motherfuckers got a problem with that?
I scratch through all possible tracks
Once you walk with your bones fully exposed its hard to look back
And I gotta react, not for nothin, just to cuss you
There ain't nothin soul about an old fashoned "Fuck You"

From the moment I sight em, decide I don't like em
I evacuate the little bit of life they got inside em
Somebody gonna get dead tonight
Bad Motha Fucka gottta split heads tonight
From the moment I sight em, decide I don't like em
I evacuate the little bit of life they got inside em
Somebody gonna get dead tonight
Bad Motha Fucka gottta split heads tonight

. . .


[VERSE]
I do not have any memory of peaceful sleep
feels like I read about it in a novel once
I believe that all the little secrets people keep
When you drop your guard, and slumber, they come out and front
I crush to sleep for nothing, I'm left to beat the sun
And my breath, they keep it rushing, my chest, with deep percussion
If death and sleep are cousins, then justice is disgusting
We'll probably be cellmates behind Hell's gates
The devil lives inside my eyelids
When I close them I hit rising violence, I'm supposed to find some silence
Rockin' the back seat of insomniac theatre
With the answers in the subtitles, I just cant read em
I'm right where the fears at, fighting the tears back
Trying to catch my balance on life before the piers crack
I hear that, hate slammin my own little prison
I declare that, ?hate band?, my soul didn't listen
So I stare at, the crack in the ceiling until the earth go twistin
Glare at, that little feeling that I've been burdened with, its turbulant
Only you and I know that the hurt exists
Everyone else just see the surfaces

[CHORUS]
Somebody tell my mother that I died
Somebody tell my mother that I died
Somebody tell my mother that I died
Somebody tell my mother that I

[BRIDGE]
I can only hope that, when I wake up at night in cold sweats
That you're suffering and miserable in your own bed
I pray I haunt you the way you haunt me
The way I feel I never want to see you walk free
I hope your thoughts will burn as you toss and squirm
And curse your life, feeling like you lost your turn
And I pray that I haunt you the way you haunt me
The way I feel I never want to see you walk free
I can only hope that, when I wake up at night in cold sweats
That you're suffering and miserable in your own bed
I pray I haunt you the way you haunt me
The way I feel I never want to see you walk free
I hope your thoughts will burn as you toss and squirm
And curse your life, feeling like you lost your turn
And I pray that I haunt you the way you haunt me
The way I feel I never want to see you walk free
Fuck you Ali!

[CHORUS]
Somebody tell my mother that I died
Somebody tell my mother that I died
Somebody tell my mother that I died
Somebody tell my mother that

. . .

Love On Display

[Нет текста]

. . .


Im home

Uh Yea
They always ask me Ali what you so angry for man?
Why you always so upset?
I tell em shit
theres a thin line between anger and hunger my man
And I ride a unicycle down the middle
You might catch me
touchin feet down on both sides

Ever sense day number one
its just me and where I'm comin from
Rites of Passage and Shadows on the Sun
My people I sand before you as a man with more true shit than he knows what to do with
I give it all to you long as you can promise me this
when its time you will ball up a fist (like this)
Me and Anthony we fill all the gaps and proud of what we make regardless what happens
FUck rappin I sing off key
one thing you should never do is dis Ali
Cuze mother fucker there aint nothin rougher
than trying to climb from the rug you get swept under
I can run through ever one of your blunders
mistake number one is that your crew dont love ya
I take a bullet for the core of the Sayers
when me and dogs out tourin the nation
I spit with an intensity you have to witness
look close my blood on the back of the tickets
Its that religous
Its what I teach my son
How to read the Quran and how a party is won

We like docotor
dont get a mistake
and we call life out when we sit in the basement
we self taught
its as real as you make it
any way you look at it this shit is amazin
(x2)

When line meets mine we bend your girls spine
figure eight status she got back for days
The same old magic will not crack the maze
a lot changed sense we annied up pot has been raised
And im fuckin with the hand I was delt
lived 25 years to experience what Lazurus felt
If you drop three crumbs
I'll eat one
feed one to the family
the rest will get invested in my freedom
I battle through a (?) of shit
with a wrist full a broken tooth picks tryin to carve out a nitch
You can either choose the heart or the fist
but you will connect with me if your path ever insect with me
the fire in the eye could never be held back
its the same
pressure the day the liberty bell crack
its the same
pressure the day my brother E sell crack
In the name
Quran holy rest in peace
My back is being watched by
the only one on high
We stride in the party
hoods up crossed eyes
broke as what but done give a fuck
cuze I feel like I got the world by the nuts
uhh

chorus (x2)

Home boy understand
I aint mad at you
theres just very few things in life I know how to do
and this is one of em right here

And whatever comes up comes out
We dont put our hand on our moth I stand for what I'm about
Unknown but I'm still a soldier
Can't let em go home until I win em over
My youth was training its very clear
Every year new city new rules to play with (true shit)
New kid in school didn't rule nothin
to this day I rap like I'm tryin to prove somethin
Little bit aggressive when I spit a sentense
Till you get the message
you coulnt pay to me to quit professin
Rock 61 sould out shows
came home and caught a bus to the sixty second
shit sweated full of work ethic
been in love with this shit sense I first met it
Rhymesayers is the first to come last to leave
Aint to tricks up our sleve this is what we believe

Chorus(x2)

. . .


The Number One Set and Sound (Word, Live)

(Chorus)
'You... You... Only You'

In about four bars a married man will begin to speak

M-m-m-m-m-m-many have claimed, to obtain, levels of boning
But when I meet their women I'm like, "They must be joking?"
They stroking, but after ten minutes you begin gizzing
Bend her down, flip her 'round, find a way to switch position
Changing, rearranging, let her seduce ya
Don't try to rush the panties cause you'll always be the loser
And laughed at, hated on, you can't perform
With those that control they tongue, on and on and on
Let's get specific, my frame crescent thicken, you're sexually uplifted
With the freak in you, don't act the way these cats do
Way I maneuver, Kama Sutra give me a statute
So now I ask you, and tell you brothers literally
When it comes to hooking up with these ladies y'all ain't better than me
Down with RNC, endlessly reciting poetry
Anytime I'm in the bed my wife is there exploring me
Then I "No!" I'm not ready to share my game plan
Many say they're free, but this style, they haven't attained yet

(Chorus)

Renege you, son, bumping through dunn, don't you know its your biology to cum
What separates the men from boys, masturbation from love making
Is making your women really humm
cause by the time you finally get her open she get done
and rock the body, then UP you gotta run
see only a sucka pull a move like that
then wonder why your women getting hers behind your back
Select the right time and place
Put it in her face, and taste creation of the human race
Its all about the physical built up you created
Your time wit it kid, and let her escalade
Then while you'll STICK!, she'll GRIND!
Don't touch youself, she's out of time, here's another rhyme

(Chorus)

. . .


[Verse 1]
I try to always buy final call from the F.O.I
Even though that's not what Islam always signify
Y'all gotta love the struggle in 'em
They would get on their knees and shine shoes
'fore they ever let the drugs afflict 'em
Makin taco's and fuckin with McDonald's
Nickel and dime broke, but dignified with high hopes
Some people shoulder the weight of the median, make it look easy
Even though they walkin the tight roads
Immigrants, twelve deep in one bedroom
I'm too cool, I look at 'em like fools
Those fools combine forces and put the resources
And guess who the new owner of the corner store is
Shit, what's stoppin me from doin that?
I probably could with drug smugglers approve of that
Because if one dime sack in the time can climax
Into a billion dollar industry, then look at my abilities
But I'm a dreamer in alotta ways
I feel if you believe in God that you believe in brighter days
Keep my son's heartbeat in my sleep
I'ma walk the Planet Earth with his name carved deep in my feet like

[Chorus x2]
Children growin, women producin
Men go workin, but what's the use
When the real strive hard and stress about the rent
And can still die poor and in debt without a cent

[Verse 2]
Born again christian creatures from the suburbs
Tryin to save souls on Broadway, they got some nerve
Comin here unaware that the one's with no material gifts
Sometimes most spirits leave rifts
Lazyness got me spare the stand back and what was that
That can't hold me back, my man Vast told me that
"Harlem got all that on a bigger scale"
When there's bullets in the sandboxes every bid is real
I see children growin up within a wicked system
Smilin I wanna kiss 'em, I see prophet Muhammad in 'em
Poverty's trickin people from my generation
And hands down to world's most creative
I've seen both sides of the fence
Picket a chain link and we ain't all thinkin the same thing but
They teens got so impressed by me
They try to walk, talk, interact and dress like me
We captivated the world's imagination
I used to idolize athletes and entertainers
Cause they never let the situation capture 'em
System gave 'em lemons, made lemonade and sold it back to 'em

[Chrous x2]
Children growin, women producin
Men go workin, but what's the use
When the real strive hard and stress about the rent
And can still die poor and in debt without a cent

[Verse 3]
Marvin Gaye said it best "This ain't livin"
No matter your religion the earth keep spinnin
And the sun keep shinin, babies keep cryin
Old folks dyin in beats within you put ya chiming
And here I am, still lower class America
Same room, same view, different cast of characters
Regina got arrested as a late prowler
Couldn't trick, got evicted, lost her section aid voucher
Onward goes my neighbourhood's revolving door
A gang of rental properties nobody owns at all
I guess that's why we call it a hood
Nobody stays as long as it takes to become neighbour

[Chorus x2]
Children growin, women producin
Men go workin, but what's the use
When the real strive hard and stress about the rent
And can still die poor and in debt without a cent

. . .

Weaheedah's Hands

[Нет текста]

. . .


"A question was raised to me the other day
Why I seem to always have joy
Well I’d like to take time to set the record straight"

"all the joy ive ever known has disappeared"
in the motherfuckin thin air
like its never even been there
my joy done left me ya'll

shit, ill never hang my head though

Gods rain water flows threw the same gutter that we walk today
Gotta stay brave brother, keep your lip stiff, keep your fist clenched
At times you gotta kick your way threw this bitch

And I cant stop feeling guilty smiling
A wise man once told me that every cloud has a silver lining
I wanted to believe him, but it’s a trick to find ‘em
When the people around me continue dying
Granddad was in the twilight of his life
When he closed his eyes tight and opened his wrists wide
What make a 10th round fighter with a winning score
Decide he need to throw a towel ’fore the whistle blow
Maybe ill never know
But I inherited his poetic soul so symbolism’s yet to show
Was life so obscene that deaths most serene
Or was an old author trying to write his own closing scene
Nothing stings like, knowing that the woman that gave me this life
Is being eaten from the inside, I thought we’d never make shit right
I wish I’d viewed it once clear ‘fore you were done here
that’s two in one year that I let leave here
Loving me without shedding one single tear
Either I’m one of the strongest people left
Or ya’ll should stone me for even trying to steal breath

And Gods rain water flows threw the same gutter that we walk today
Gotta stay brave brother, keep your lip stiff, keep your fist clenched
At times you gotta kick your way threw this bitch [x2]

They say shits bad for you, all by yourself aint’cha?
Damn straight, I got a jail cell nature
Been boxed up but I never been settled in
Him got tough started developing leather skin
I learned to make that face that tells predators
Its better to reassess just who you’re bout to wrestle with
I’m on one like the first kick drum of the beat
Clear my lungs, spit blood on the street
They telling me we got nothing to fear but fear itself
But I fear I have no human fear left
Some day I’m gonna want to peel back these calluses
And really feel life again, and that’s where my challenge is
I been kicking and biting for so long
And when they throw me a rescue rope ill be too weary to hold on and see the light
So I sing through the tears and the key of life the way a wounded ego might

And Gods rain water flows threw the same gutter that we walk today
Gotta stay brave brother, keep your lip stiff, keep your fist clenched
At times you gotta kick your way threw this bitch [x2]

My joy done left me ya’ll
She don’t show her face around these parts
every time she comes she gets chased off
So she stays distant

If it weren’t for me squinting, he wouldn’t know the sun was out
I hate every word that come out of his fucking mouth
Ladies treat him special, don’t know nothing bout him
They saw what his wife see, they wouldn’t fuss about him
He cant do shit right but rap and make babies
And babies need daddy at home consistent
But rap keep daddy on the road religious
So even in my true loves, my souls so conflicted
My son came into this world innocent
He deserves everything that he needs to live in it
And this home I made for him is broken
I’m hoping his love for me will never grow thin
It hurts daddy to no end and no when
You’re crying at the hospital I’m out trying to rock a show
I made a vow that we’d never be broke again
And I’d never be a burden on another friend
So when I sweat it on my farewell stage
And wrote my last hook in my last rhyme book
When I get the last nod of approval from my family
This is the man that I have to be

And Gods rain water flows threw the same gutter that we walk today
Gotta stay brave brother, keep your lip stiff, keep your fist clenched
At times you gotta kick your way threw this bitch [x4]

"Sometimes
I feel like I'm almost gone
Sometimes
I feel like I'm almost gone
You ever felt that way"

. . .


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