straight They'll never find diamonds, as bright as my eyes When I find where my competators hide And then I slice em, Brother Ali, mean muggin emcee
let the skin unravel We're here to scrape off a layer of your make-up So we can see what a bitch is really made of [ VERSE 2: Brother Ali ] I step off
[Verse 1] I try to always buy final call from the F.O.I Even though that's not what Islam always signify Y'all gotta love the struggle in 'em They would
Blood on beats Tears have been shed Lives have been lost Blood has been spilled Blood on beats Damn, look at em sittin there, cats missin their chance
ain't gotta love me [Spoken] If you would please turn in your bible To beauty tips according to Forest Whitiker In the third chapter of the third line Brother Ali
[Hook] (Rat-ta-tat, rat-ta-tat, rat-ta-tat, tatta rat-ta-ta-tatta to make his blood splatter (4x) [Verse 1] You jackin me you go the wrong season You
Intro: Go ahead and wager that you never listen to another song of mine. (haha) I can't say I blame you either 'cause if you made records, you ain't
And it's in his nature to .38 ya' if you're testin' his nerves He helped the wife-beater stand up, But not before he helped Brother Ali into some handcuffs
inside no painted lane Plus ya'll pace is strange, ya'll either stop or you sprint Run if it's sunny and hide if it change to rain I would be half the Ali
Ah, The name of this song is uncle sam goddamn It's a show tune but the show aint been written for it yet. Were gonna see if tony Jerome and the band
hear the big Brother come Like fee-fi-fo-fum (Here it come, here it come, here it kiddy-come-come) --> Run-DMC [ VERSE 3: Brother Ali ] Brother Ali
my children I kill the devil wherever he resides Even if he hide under me he got to die I killed little Jason he was only fifteen Sowed his good traits together, made Ali
"Are you here to confuse me?" Woman I'll give you the grand tour Theres no reason for you to look closer but you do so I show you It ain't pretty
Intro: Go ahead and wager that you never listen to another song of mine. (haha) I can't say I blame you either 'cause if you made records, you ain't gunna
Ah, The name of this song is uncle sam goddamn It's a show tune but the show ain't been written for it yet. We're gonna see if tony Jerome and the band
[Verse 1] You say I made you fall in love with me Wish I could make you fall in love with you You believed in the magic that us could be And what that
(featuring Stokley Williams) (*"lala, la, la, la, la" repeated in the background throughout the song*) [Intro - Brother Ali - talking] Yeah, yeah,