Brother Ali - Prelude lyrics

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

You're now fkin with the show stopper
A-l-i the Brother, since "'89's the number"
Fk "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 muthafkin 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

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

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

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

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 fkin 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

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