Prelude

Open the doors, let the people in Turn up the mics, let me speak to them Victorious when the evening ends It all starts when the beat begins [Verse 1: Brother Ali] You're now f**kin with the show stopper A-l-i the Brother, since "'89's the number" F**k "another summer," I'm the world's most accurate Take the roughest cats and get em passionate Shake awake the walking dead Lazarus With off-the-head narratives, it'm embarrassing I mean, I'm the albino but y'all pale in comparison I'm not arrogant, oh shit, well yeah, I'm arrogant Grab the microphone out your arm so fast I tear a limb Roman fashion, give yo soul a spasm If you don't know find someone that knows and ask him I'm right in front of ya, tight muthaf**kin mic muzzler Who might struggle ya, my shit's wild like that There's 8 million ways to stretch words around beats And 6 million rappers be sharin the same three But me takin the time to be creative with mine Touch your soul till I see it in your face when I rhyme And in the two or three seconds it may take to rewind I hold a rapper to the flames until I make him resign Want nobody hold your place in this rhyme, you find a space to recline You're dead, got to stay breakin your spine [Hook] Every father, mother, son and daughter send em to me Do not approach the ock without bendin your knees I might be on the stage but my head's in the streets We settle the beef (when the beats commence) -- Run-DMC [Verse 2: Brother Ali] Ladies and gentlemen, Brother Ali bare the resemblence Of Moses freein y'all with sentences, vocabulary venomous Telling domestic horror stories Non-fiction with the majestic oratory Instead of concentratin on strippin the youth naked I give em the truth naked, livin proof for the sacred Unless I'm mistaken there's like three kind of people Black people and white people and my people I blister MC's and let em' twist in the breeze I got a funny knack for bringin kids to their knees Y'all got Christopher Reeve-sized bravery tryin to play with me Have you in fetal positions shoutin "Get away from me!" Every day I see rappers I wanna slap or strangle Around they neck disaster dangles, so that's the angle Next millennium, same percentage of em are weak Y'all thinkin y'all can rhyme, don't even come from the streets You got any sense at all, you mean-mug and retreat Or end up a human pinada hung from your feet When I told you you were tight I had my tongue in my cheek And you ain't lookin at my team, buddy, our huddle is deep Born to hustle on beats, I just have it within If I had any more potential I would have to be twins Cackle and grin when rappers begin to babble and spit away Y'all should pick a day, the it-day, the off-the-ick day [Hook] Every father, mother, son and daughter send em to me Do not approach the ock without bendin your knees I might be on the stage but my head's in the streets We settle the beef (when the beats commence) -- Run-DMC [Verse 3: Brother Ali] I'm a desperado, but I guess that y'all know that already My stick-and-move flow pattern steady The Bro has already dissed rappers of every race Got em together for a "We Are the World" remake If Ali's fake please take this opportunity to tell he To his face, get your infrastructure erased When I flip damn it I'm fly, kick sand in your eye And tell your record company to eat a shit sandwich and die Ali's a big teddybear Till they scream, "Stop slammin the car door, that's my f**kin head in there!" Your teeth are everywhere, I serve your family And write about it in my journal like I'm Mister Belvedere I seldom stare in the sky, only at nighttime Envision endin your mission when I write rhymes History's never witnessed a mission quite like mine And the more they try to extinguish it, the more the light shines [Hook] Every father, mother, son and daughter send em to me Do not approach the ock without bendin your knees I might be on the stage but my head's in the streets We settle the beef (when the beats commence) -- Run-DMC