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Brother Ali
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Correct Situated
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[Verse 1: Brother Ali] Alright, okay Let's get it situated I spit directly from the people that originated All of that shit you faking Think that imitation is amazing You need to fix your faces quickly 'for your spirit get eliminated I've been initiated, strictly by invitation To the order of the Samurai, so this is sacred Revealing by right, he's heat but I'm light He feel it shine bright, deleting all hype I'm not shining, I'm growing Every rhyme is a poem You been already knowing, I been trying to told 'em Still grinding and groping, still prying it open Still divinely controlled and I honour the moment Been around the globe and always finding pieces of me Reason to breath as deep as the sea Pay the ticket price and speak it for free Lay my head on any bed and then eventually dream of the key I arrive clear, no dye here But the colors of the tears cried here might appear on my beard Uh, the dust I carry on me Is just a ceremony Because it bears the stories of the ones that came before me You witness the glory, the gifted oratory That I distribute as the richness of the poor and holy They thought the floor could hold me They thought the sky confined me They thought the prison of the earthly body might define me They thought because that God is out of sight, I follow blindly Anything outside of space and time cannot be timely Allow me, glad tidings to the strangers Ain't concerned with being famous, or how many hits their page gets That are happy being nameless And absent from your papers And could never be swayed by someone clapping in their faces Hatred can't degrade them Praise could never raise 'em Their glamor can't be faded by no passing entertainment And that's the generation where I catch my inspiration The manuscript they're saving is the one I scratched my name in This is by love, to love, through love, true love Turn the lights down and turn the tune up [Verse 2: Pharoahe Monch] I'm that ticket that get you higher than a mezzanine Nosebleed, meth amphetamine Protein, usda grade: totally lean If you holding up the world, you know what I mean Promethazine fiend Watch women in lululemon Female geneticist: I study girls in jeans Violent with the double-entendres The weed-whacker that'll strike the bong and hit ganja Then cut a rug before I drink Mary's blood Regurgitate it, praise it, then raise the murder rate in the club Sociopath, I will slice the tat off a thug Then spit a slug in his mug and leave the hands of time with a nub Sick shit, with a torn meniscus Dikembe Mutombo ordering jumbo- Shrimp with a pimp In Red Lobster buttermilk biscuits I'm proud, young gifted Somewhere in between red and green, getting lifted I'm half of the planet when the Sun gets eclipsed Shit, I'm Steve Harvey at the African Day Parade Drinking Tanqueray with gators on Playing Spades with Issa Rae Black Jew screaming on New York avenues I'm blacker than black people's desire for new shoes Fast, you couldn't catch him if you was Mohamed Sanu In fact, I'm blacker than running numbers in sou-sous On a cruise with Patti Labelle screaming church hymns and blues The fuck's blacker than that? Came out the womb on Halloween With an affinity for thirteen and black cats Does it get any clearer? Walk barefoot under ladders in a house of broken mirrors Staring into what I am Space-time continuum At the minimum, math and helium gases slash Malware to make your hologram crash I totally get why you fear me 'Cause I'm what existed before the Big Bang theory
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