Victorious when the evening ends It all starts when the beat begins [ VERSE 1: Brother Ali ] You're now fuckin with the show stopper A-l-i the Brother
them Victorious when the evening ends It all starts when the beat begins [VERSE 1: Brother Ali] You're now fuckin with the show stopper A-l-i the Brother
dj spin the music down to the nitty gritty. When the downstairs funky five days a week. Searching and seeking for the baby bam beat. The afrikan rap that comes from within us. Brothers
coming, start ducking down When I speak, you don't speak, so shhhh, don't make a fucking sound You wanna go through hell? Well you thought I fell, so come
nagging Fuck that fronting, fuck that fronting We're pumping up the brothers 'cause the brothers keep it pumping You got it all wrong When you wait for
Muhammad Ali boxin' inside me in Vegas Aye Haters I just wanna say this I know I'm underrated But I ain't under paid when it comes to makin' Money I'm
how the name is spelt I'm making it vital, my title, fool, break yourself Attack the track like Shaq on a whack broad Coming up with the hits, and I'm coming
could To the rhythm of the beat that makes ya freak Come alive girls get on your feet To the rhythm of the beat to the beat the beat To the double beat beat
bomb atomically, Socrates' philosophies an' hypothesis Can't define how I be droppin' these mockeries Lyrically, perform armed robbery Flee with the lottery, possibly they spotted me Battle-scarred shogun, explosion when
on the side, thinkin' I'm easy to beat 'Cause I'll be up in that ass like a bike seat And when it comes to boning, I'm Mr. Erecticy Hoes come by the
be one who works The nazz's not something that can be given The brodel is inside you it comes from within When I fell into the sea When the whale came
'd never be a burden on another friend. So when I've sweated on my farewell stage, when I've wrote my last hook in my last rhyme book, when I get the
and throw the hands of my thug at heart So when the shit hit the fan I don't come apart, I breathe and shrug it off Atmosphere - the Big Brother's big brothers
let me spit something Just give me that flute beat Yeah, give me that one Uh, yeah [Verse 1 - Classified] All I need's a flute beat and two sheets of
your nemesis Got a lot of scars on me, and I'll tell you the stories If, you promise not to take offense Homie, sit back then, hand bring the beat in
head baller in charge To the brothers with the kufis on that walk with the gods Mission Hill, Caprini Green, all ghetto scenery Every city got us beaten
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
