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Brother Ali

Genres: Hip-Hop

Maybe Lyrics - Brother Ali

[Intro - Classified - talking] 

Hey, let me spit something 

Just give me that flute beat 

Yeah, give me that one 

Uh, yeah 

 

[Verse 1 - Classified] 

All I need's a flute beat and two sheets of loose leaf to move me 

A two piece on Toony Tuesday and I'm groovy 

Never needed much but papers and a few trees 

To get the song flowin like the blue sea 

Yeah I smoke doobies with groupies, whose breath smelled like blue cheese or sushi 

Jeez, give me a few feet please 

I could have these floozies naked like a nude beach 

And I don't need to slip 'em any roofies (shit is too easy) 

Huh, I ain't into cougars, Judge Judy 

I'm truly unique, too young to "Love Lucy" 

Raised on the Goonies and Bruce Lee movies 

My defense is excellent, no one's gettin to me 

I'm callin the shots, QB like Doug Flutie 

I'm reckless, unruly, respect this you newbie 

From the East coast, reppin Scotians and Newfies 

I keep it fresh like the ocean and cool breeze 

 

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[Chorus - Brother Ali] 

Maybe it's just me 

I keep, movin this pen like it'll set me free 

Best believe, I'm a flow on endlessly, let it be 

I feel the love every breath I breathe, yes indeed 

 

[Break - scratched samples - w/ ad libs] 

"Give it to 'em, show you, it's hot" 

"Watch ya blow up, block up your box" 

"Wait-Wait-Wait to hear a slammin track" 

"By popular demand, I'm back" 

 

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[Verse 2 - Classified] 

Uh, now every shirt that's in my closet got vomit 

Chocolate and baby food on it and none of it comes out when I wash it 

So now you think I give a damn what I'm rockin? 

I don't wear this Cincinnati hat 'cause I watch 'em 

You don't need to worry what I do, what I think 

when your girl gets around/a round like she just bought us drinks 

You got your own problems, back to the basics 

There's no touchin me like I just ejaculated 

Nope, I don't say "no homo" 

I don't need to reinsure myself like I crashed up the Volvo 

I only like pussy, sorry to be blunt but I got to make it clear 

When my tongue is in your - ear (ya ear) 

I lock it down like Shawshank 

I love writin rhymes but hate when I draw blanks 

I feel like I'm repeatin myself, I'm overworked 

And about to go berserk if I don't get this off my shoulders first 

 

[Break - scratched samples - w/ ad libs] 

"I think I ought to tell you, better get warned" 

"Th-Th-There's no need for alarmin, 'cause right now" 

"On the microphone" 

"The elements are airborne, I smell the success" 

 

"Get busy on 'em" 

"And my word is bond" 

"Th-Th-There's no need for alarmin, 'cause right now" 

"On the microphone" 

"What you need to do is smell the success" 

 

[Verse 3 - Brother Ali] 

You know me, I'm a '70's baby, yet '80's boy 

I never had no love for the swings or playin with toys 

I was on the mic doin my thing, just makin some noise 

I don't need to read no magazine, I'm straight from The Source 

You know I always had a dream, one day I'd step on 

stage and the ladies all scream like David Lee Roth 

Teenager in the '90's, things are changin all around me 

You can hate me if you want but I escaped, you got to find me 

Hit the Minneapol', I had my whole city baffled 

Soon as they see you advancin, then they all want to attack you 

Rhymesayers massive, we built us a little castle 

Eyedea won every battle, we should've built him a statue 

Every single week we slayed, anywhere we seen a stage 

Even with the weak DJ, we rapped over every beat they played 

Chewin 'em up, spittin 'em out, you never seen nobody this devout 

We just want to spit and shout, they literally would kick us out 

the spot, two o'clock when they closed off 

We took it to the block, ears throbbin, our throats soar 

Hit the bus stop because we still got to flow more 

Frozen cold blocks, swear to God we were so raw, oh Lord 

 

[Chorus - w/ ad libs] 

 

[Outro - scratched samples] 

"Give it to 'em, show you, it's hot" 

"Watch ya blow up, block up your box" 

"Feelin satisfaction, from the crowd reaction" 

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