When The Beat Comes In Lyrics - Brother Ali

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 

(VERSE 1: Brother Ali) 

You're now f**kin with the show stopper 

A-l-i the Brother, since "'89's the number" 

F**k "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 muthaf**kin 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 

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(CHORUS) 

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 

(VERSE 2: Brother Ali) 

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 

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(CHORUS) 

(VERSE 3: Brother Ali) 

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 f**kin 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 

(CHORUS)