Toki Wright, Brother Ali - The Feeling lyrics

(Brother Ali Speaking)
No no no naw not buying it dude
I'm not buying you on the microphone
See these dude over here man
See this is a lifetime thing
That's goin' on man
We put our life into this this is
Not something you jump up and do
Toki please, testify right now

Tabernackle grabbin' on your Adam's apple
Wild as Axl, Rose when it comes to shows
Hop up in the front row knock your beer down
Screaming into the microphone
Blow your ear out oww
I'm rockin' on them haters mane
Make the crowd hit the ground
When they hear that 808
Get my can on blam on
When I rock you swear it was
A shan bar in Ann Bar? Prophets
And I promise when you touch the booth
Can I come out of it you're
Gonna need a couple screws
Blow the doors off the hinges
The door break the frame and
Your frame break your lens
I build and destroy
Ain't Larry Craig leg but
You're feeling your boy
And y'all ain't messing with this excellence
Send them in and you can get
Your next of kin stretched again


Lay down flat naw
You ain't fuckin' with Ali man yo Ali man
You gotta let these cats know
What time it is man let's go let's go

Uptown, downtown crowned and world renown
Stuck my dick in the ground and
Spun the whole world around
Booty Graymore?, reborn my dirty mouth
Swerve through your little urban town
Ready to burn it down
Rap is feeling is like the
Curb is in your mouth
Doc Martin steady restin' on your neck
You're plenty nervous now
They heard about it word of mouth
The truth is the lights is when I'm
In the house roach's scurry out
Rude boy, murder sound
I burst around I hit you
Dead directly in the chest
Spun your shirt around jump back daddy
My size 12 wide Kenneth Coles will
Reside in your ass cavity
Come back hand slap spectacularly
Never hit a woman
But a rapper I will smack them silly
Why one would try to wrestle with me
If I go to war I'm bring
Half of Minne Apple with me

Ha ha ha ha this is how it's done
Toki man take me back to the North side man
As a kid, take me back

I used to take 808 breaks
On cassettes made off the best
Techs with the paper mate
Scrape every nickle out the bottom
Of the pickle jar
Rather count the record though I
Know where mama's pistols are
Growin' up Buddhist in the middle
Of the apple seed
Raised around some wankstas
Straight up out the baby factory
Every up day another punk would
Want to scrap with me
Now-a days I see the same old punks
They want to rap with me
I tell them e mail me
Now them same suckers be e mailing me daily
On the road I got dissed on the Internet
But, I was on the road and
You hoes was on the Internet
I punk fire out a young squire, heavily
Get a penalty, from the umpire
I'm so hungry check my appetite
So y'all better eat your heart
Out like a sacrifice
You can call it all basic
I'm AT&T more bars in more places
I got more lines than Asics
Gels, you can tell that I'm tight
By how I laced it
Bout to do to y'all is nothin'
Best hit to come up out
The Twins since Kirby Puckett
When it comes down to having more to say
Best believe a brother knows the
Time and the Morris Day
I'm on my up north shit
My DC, midwest, bust off quick
And I roll with the Brother like
We were two seeds born out
The same mother Wright


Ha ha yeah, that's right shit
That's exactly right
Mr wright see we come from a time where
We had to fight
We had to bleed for this shit
We come from a time where
To grab a microphone you had to be willing to
Get stole in the face if you weren't tight
Now y'all cats got a computer
Now all of a sudden you an MC
You wanna write websites and
All that old bullshit
What you hearing in this music man
This is our experience
This is our heart this is
Our soul in this shit
And it just so happens we're blessed to
Take this music around the world