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[Brother Ali Intro]

Freeway got a voice like an electric guitar, I'm the bass to it

Walk to the speaker hold your face to it

Freezer

[Freeway]

I'm 'bout to rip it straight from the rip

Body every beat the scriptures to me that we close to the end

Listen, Kill 'em with the spit and put my boys in position

So none of my niggas got to pitch on the street

It's Young Freezer the bar spitter the big beard

From the city of brotherly hate where we bear eagles

The desert kind and we pay them coppers no never mind

Niggas still palm heaters

My hood is bad they turn teen they grab ninas

A couple aunts one mother no dad

Streets was their father figure and they never had

That's why they run up in your spot with a couple Glocks

Had hunger pains I couldn't make it to eat

Got introduced to Islam started making Salat

We in two different cities

Minnnesota and Philly

But I'm on the same page as Brother Ali

[Brother Ali talking]

Yeah Joell Ortiz, get it

[Joell Ortiz]

I Ain't make believe like some of these costume fuckers

So YAOWA, I literally got you Brother

Ain't a hood too rough ain't a block too gutter

These rappers starting to look like them pork chops you smother

Slide me a fork damn right I eat pork

I'm sick I dine on the swine flu with every thought

Every track I rhyme to develops a heavy cough

Till it's fully blown and it turns into a smelly corpse

I'm eatin' I ain't fat this just how my belly floss

I'm on the road so much I'm build me a telly porch

Bitches be hawkin', I be turnin' my celly off

They crazy like the ass on Miss Tracee Ellis Ross

Come home early I might be in that bed of yours

Girls like me I'm sort of like a walking metaphor

And this mic seems like it kinda just might be...a gift and a curse

They give me ass and curse me out when I don't make 'em wifey

I'm on the set mic check like your favorite Nikes

A Rhyme Sayer so it's only right that they invite me

On the track with 'em. I'm oozing that rap rhythm

Could rhyme forever whatever. I'll let Ali scrap with 'em

[Brother Ali]

Some of the greatest got respect for the way that I rock the set

But you ain't seen no Jacob shit dangling off my neck

So of course, dudes around the way are all suspect

Why them Rhymesayers boys ain't break you off with a check

Wait a minute it's not that I ain't get it

It's just that I'm considerate

And shit about they way I spend it

You ain't never heard me say I'm pimpin'

I referee the game I'm in and so I play it different

I Need the deed to my home and the title to my car

Make sure that my health and my life are all insured

If I ain't got all four I consider myself poor

Diamonds to the floor is something I can not afford

You see these cats and most of them are lying

Selling CDs and packs, both of them are dying

My man Free earned that shit it ain't a costume

And I ain't 'bout to cop a fake joint to give props to 'em

You ain't seen nothing crazy on my arm (Ha Ha Hum)

My kids got a stay at home mom

Until my grand kids are straight I ain't buying jewelry

And truly can't thank my fans enough for what they do for me

Industry suits wasn't digging my jams

I tour like a madman build my brand

Soundscan never meant nothing to the fans

They ain't in it for the trends they want to listen to the man

I give 'em what I can and when I'm in the jam

I get to spittin' so ridiculous they pissing in their pants

They listen every chance that they can get it their hands

Until they wear the CD out and go and get that shit again

God damn it got me back on my rap shit

Got that home run king batting average

Achievements, no 'roids taken, no astrict, don't need it

No styles bitten, no ass kissed

Believe it

Record is flawless my respect is enormous

My current peer group is a short list

Only way I lose if I forfeit

The only way you climb in these shoes is if I tire of the throne and climb off it

Dont' hold your breath on it

Only begun

If you ain't the Rhymesayers I don't owe you a crumb

Can't no MC call me his son

The lowest ever been uttered is kid brother but that's only been one

I paved my own road to the sun

My aura glow has become

A beacon of hope the closer I come

I'm sorry there can only be one

Champ around here I am not a peer

I'm up here, you down there

Look down and the ground's near

Au contraire I hear your heart pound fear loud and clear

Feet of sasquatch

MC's are mad soft

Make their weak ass glass jaw meet the asphalt

Better hope Ali don't blast off

He'll twist your hand off

Take you in the back and saw the cast off

Can't slow him up the more he get the more he want

They steady telling me hip hop is in some sort of rut

That's cause they watching the TV and they ignoring us

It ain't my fault they fail to see that we done tore it up

I'm from a broken mold y'all are from that carbon cut

That shit has all been done before

I'm here to call your bluff

I don't compare myself to dead rappers

I'm here to write the next chapter in braille and left handed

Consider yourself reprimanded

Fresh rap shit and y'all know we the best at it