作曲 : Brother Ali ( CHORUS ) Victory Ours are the cries that breathe life in the concrete Victory Ours are the tears that splash genius at God's feet Victory Ours 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 exist to read the scripture, it's never read Whoever said this underground hip-hop **** is dead Must have fallen on his head Spent my lifetime buildin Writin rhymes I remind rappers of everything that scared them as children They call me show stopper No opera singer has hit the exact pitch, I spit my flow out of Taught directly by the source of all knowledge You don't affect me till you're forced to draw powers Respect me as a voice amongst scholars Who speak deep to thee, move the sleep from your eye lids Make your lungs flutter Get it right, my inner light cast shadows on the sun, brother I'm where the rubber meets the concrete It's a cold world, not sayin bring your your own heat I'm just sayin don't sleep I'm walkin with the lion till the day that I die And the pens have been lifted and the pages have dried And a big smoke screen wrote my name in the sky Politickin with the angels knowin they would reply Got the lungs of a cyclone, tongue of a python The reason why your favorite MC sleep with the lights on Right on, brother, we def as **** Not 'deaf' like (What?) but 'def' like (WHAT!) From the depths around the planet where my name's spoken We here to get our brains open and our chains broken Watch me walk around the planet with the same notion His adversaries thought the pain broke him But we run up in a stadium with diagnostics Two tables and a mic and take a crowd hostage And the very first item on my list of demands Is that all these freedom fighters start liftin they hands ( CHORUS ) To my freedom fighters and the graffiti writers And the people like us - come forward And to the torch carriers speakin Arabic Ridin on your charriots - come forward To my political prisoners, individual listeners Who feelin this - come forward And to the bone shakers and the home makers Raisin our own saviors - come forward ( VERSE 2: Brother Ali ) Me and my people are signed, sealed, delivered, incorporated brought to your by Rhymesayers Entertainment You got to face it, we not complacent We came for your debasement and left your face bent And me, mister Brother Ali is the stomp-down-beat-kicker Who walkin the streets with the so real philosophy Until I fulfill prophecy there's no real stoppin me Obviously I'm the bomb, believe me Opponents come up missin and they all beneath me I know my soldiers need me, they call and beep me I walk the streets freely with ( ? ) beneath me, boy We stays gettin it on Act hard and I probably make you strip to your thong Dissin your song and feel you mouth to fist when you yawn Nibblin on a rapper till the gristle is gone I stand and sing from atop Mount Ararat I am a king, just ain't got my kingdom yet And my anthem ring from the Congo to your set I'm Alfred Hitchcock with my silhouette Pourin Blood On Beats till the trumpet is blown Coffins, I release em when I'm up in the zone Fortune favors the brave and press on is the motto Cast shadows on the sun with my bravado ( CHORUS )
作曲 : Brother Ali ( CHORUS ) Victory Ours are the cries that breathe life in the concrete Victory Ours are the tears that splash genius at God's feet Victory Ours 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 exist to read the scripture, it's never read Whoever said this underground hip-hop **** is dead Must have fallen on his head Spent my lifetime buildin Writin rhymes I remind rappers of everything that scared them as children They call me show stopper No opera singer has hit the exact pitch, I spit my flow out of Taught directly by the source of all knowledge You don't affect me till you're forced to draw powers Respect me as a voice amongst scholars Who speak deep to thee, move the sleep from your eye lids Make your lungs flutter Get it right, my inner light cast shadows on the sun, brother I'm where the rubber meets the concrete It's a cold world, not sayin bring your your own heat I'm just sayin don't sleep I'm walkin with the lion till the day that I die And the pens have been lifted and the pages have dried And a big smoke screen wrote my name in the sky Politickin with the angels knowin they would reply Got the lungs of a cyclone, tongue of a python The reason why your favorite MC sleep with the lights on Right on, brother, we def as **** Not 'deaf' like (What?) but 'def' like (WHAT!) From the depths around the planet where my name's spoken We here to get our brains open and our chains broken Watch me walk around the planet with the same notion His adversaries thought the pain broke him But we run up in a stadium with diagnostics Two tables and a mic and take a crowd hostage And the very first item on my list of demands Is that all these freedom fighters start liftin they hands ( CHORUS ) To my freedom fighters and the graffiti writers And the people like us - come forward And to the torch carriers speakin Arabic Ridin on your charriots - come forward To my political prisoners, individual listeners Who feelin this - come forward And to the bone shakers and the home makers Raisin our own saviors - come forward ( VERSE 2: Brother Ali ) Me and my people are signed, sealed, delivered, incorporated brought to your by Rhymesayers Entertainment You got to face it, we not complacent We came for your debasement and left your face bent And me, mister Brother Ali is the stomp-down-beat-kicker Who walkin the streets with the so real philosophy Until I fulfill prophecy there's no real stoppin me Obviously I'm the bomb, believe me Opponents come up missin and they all beneath me I know my soldiers need me, they call and beep me I walk the streets freely with ( ? ) beneath me, boy We stays gettin it on Act hard and I probably make you strip to your thong Dissin your song and feel you mouth to fist when you yawn Nibblin on a rapper till the gristle is gone I stand and sing from atop Mount Ararat I am a king, just ain't got my kingdom yet And my anthem ring from the Congo to your set I'm Alfred Hitchcock with my silhouette Pourin Blood On Beats till the trumpet is blown Coffins, I release em when I'm up in the zone Fortune favors the brave and press on is the motto Cast shadows on the sun with my bravado ( CHORUS )
