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