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From We Were Kings Soundtrack

(Come on)
Root to the
More bass than Collins
You me
Thats Ali verses Foreman (a-ha)
God's act, back and watch
time out
Can't be timed with no watch
Who I am, the Abraham
zunga zang, yellow man, Vietnam
Add an bar as I spar with literature
Taking kingdoms from
Winning more wars the Moors

Hey, the deal?
I seen the Devil spar Allah
Mathematics was the key to set my whole race
You might debate we, a
No hurt me
Dying, thirsty from the
To my own bubble
On the low, woe is me
To show the Bob right
The Asiatic thinker
While rob light
like the Molly
Burgundy, wildy
Seen the fifth Ali clocked him
John Forte will keep you in

People all
You got to and witness
The Mister who swift enough to you out with Mic fitness
Hands blistered holding the mics tight
Some say fright night
Well throw the R after the F 'Cause I'm gonna take away your
The bell rings and now it's just a daily
Yo, you saw my
You can see this (The winner)
Eh, you know from Q-Borough
L-Booie and the trainers, Prazwell promote the throw

Hill]
We used to bite bullets with the casing
Now we perfect slang like a gang of street (uh)
check make connects
True architects (yeah)
Replace the name with the X (X)
The got a God complex
But take the text and the picture
Watch Muhammad play the like Holy Muslim scriptures
orders from only God
Only war when Jihad
See Ali appears in Zaire to reconnect 400
But we the dark but equal give love to such things
To the man who the fam' remember when we were kings

on fire (Block's on fire tonight)
Fiends higher (uh-huh)
Robbing collar
(Hey yo we rob them collars)
for a dollar (Stick 'em up)
Youths get (Ali ah yeah)
We're dealing with liars (Ali ah yeah)
(We're dealing too many liars)
From Brooklyn to (uh-huh ah yeah)
We need a ghetto (ah yeah come on)

Send me an in the morning, baby
Send me an angel in the morning,
Send me in the morning, baby
me an angel in the morning, darling

[Ali Muhammad]
the pen hits the pad it's danger
To I be no stranger
inside the ring and I'll derange you (Come on)
I'm hearing no
looks dispondent
Dejected, rejected to Liston
lists
Beat it,
My man is still the greatest in
To hell Frazier yappin' about that negative shit
Now listen, you can try and if you want to
But ask yourself, who the hell you run to
Like Sade Abu you got a punch I can sleep to
Fugees, Tribe, Busta Rhymes coming through

We sing Grace over two dollar plate
One snake eyes like Jake The Snake
lies put up for stakes
Wash our at the Great Lakes
You and I see eye to eye
So we cannot relate
I'm here when I make myself crystal
You fled to Cape Fear I laced you in Zaire
Tussle a lasso in the Royal Rumble
Seperate boys from men in the concrete

Rhymes]
I when Cassius Clay flipped the script
trips to Zimbabwe
Africans started the God Ali Bumbaye (so bwoy)
It be the God stricken, God nutrition, stricken (ha)
Blow that make you feel like you was poison
Ha yo I'm to blister you and your sister
every ass whipping before my fights my nigga
This be your warning once you walk past the doorman
Ali and Foreman gonna lock ass the morning
Marvellous provided by Joseph Mobutu
guests of honour like the Archbishop Desmond Tutu
We watched the Rumble In The
To see who be the uncle to be the first to fall and fumble
Nuff blows they gettong thrown, solid milestones
Internally shaking up niggas, imbalance chromosones
With the of a thousnad warriors
When I bust your ass identify me as the lord

Blocks on (You're a star)
(Blocks on fire)
getting higher (You're a star)
Robbing collar (You're a star)
(Yeah rob them collars)
Killing for a (You're a star)
Youths get (You're a star)
(Youths tired)
dealing with them liars (You're a star)
(We're dealing with too liars)
Brooklyn to Zaire (You're a star)
We a ghetto Messiah