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letra de original king - brother ali

– originally appeared on scribble jam ’06 compilation

[intro]
now just you hold on a god d-mn minute now!
motherf-cker hold your eyes up when you’re talking to me
don’t you know you’re in the presence of greatness boy? original king
love to do his thing. you in trouble right now motherf-cker

[verse one]
yes y’all the flesh and bone season
veteran, yet it’s just my second whole season
etched in stone one of the best poets breathin’
they don’t kick over the respect i don’t need ’em
i bring it like it never been brung man
i swing it like it never been swung
i’m second to none
as long as i still got a breath in my lung
might as well find yourself a place to rest til i’m done
blessed with somethin’ called a soph0m-re curse
that mean you waitin’ for me cause you loved my first
must have heard hunger and thirst up in the verse
and now wanna bust so much that it hurts
plus what am i? a flash in the pan?
i fizzle out and stand here, -ss in my hand
i ain’t that kind of man, i’m attached to my fans
every track that i smash gotta match their demands
i’m the first to the venue, last to the van
i carry turntables and the wax for my man
i shoot a star out the sky, land in my hand
i’m off to the next one catch me if you can
amen

[brother ali]
not f-ckin’ around. been watchin’ you motherf-ckers scurrin’ around and sh-t
swear to god you real. you ain’t seen sh-t. you ain’t did sh-t
you ’bout sh-t. hold up

[verse two]
i hear tell that i ain’t your cup of tea
i f-ck with white rappers and you can’t f-ck with me
i sold my old pistol and don’t run the streets
and i ain’t got tattoos all up my sleeves
well
all i can tell you is that i am what i am
how could you not respect one that stand as a man?
lest you never peek up out your box
you a follower
i don’t kiss -ss and suck d-ck, i’m not popular but
if you were real you would recognize me
they don’t make them like motherf-ckin’ ali
no more
i ain’t here to blow my own h-rn
but it takes a certain person to write those songs
the biggest difference between us
is unlike them i don’t pretend to be no thug
just a city kid and know how to throw a punch
i’m no stranger to the taste of my own blood
got you chain and decide to grow nuts
that sh-t’s golden girls that ain’t golden gloves
tell ’em ant
i ain’t scr-p no more, i’m growed up
too busy, no free hand to hold a grudge
told your -ss once that my sh-t is amazin’
seen me on stage, think it’s biscuits and gravy
i spent my young life in the eye of the sh-t
don’t hate me for anything i ever did
motherf-cker!

[speaking]
i mean come on now. what you starin’ at your speaker for man?
there’s nothing wrong with it. there’s no holes here
it’s you, you’re hatin’

[hook] – 3x
i live i die, i laugh so that i don’t cry
i work hard
i bust my young -ss to survive
ain’t no rap video this is real -ss life!

- brother ali

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