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From We Were Kings Soundtrack

(Come on)
Root to the
More bass than Collins
You me
Thats like Ali Foreman (a-ha)
God's act, back and watch
Devil's out
Can't be with no swatch watch
Who I am, the black
Zunga zunga zang, yellow man,
Add an extra bar as I spar with
Taking kingdoms from
more wars than the Moors

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

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

[Lauryn
We used to bite with the pig-skin casing
Now we perfect slang like a gang of masons (uh)
Scribe check connects
True architects (yeah)
Replace the last name the X (X)
The man's got a God
But the text and change the picture
Muhammad play the messenger like Holy Muslim scriptures
Take orders from God
Only war when Jihad
See Ali appears in to reconnect 400 years
But we the people dark but equal give love to such
To the man who made the fam' remember when we were

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

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

Shaheed Muhammad]
Once the pen hits the pad it's
To I be no stranger
Step inside the and I'll derange you (Come on)
I'm hearing no
Everyone dispondent
Dejected, rejected to Liston
lists
Beat it,
My man is the greatest in this
To hell with yappin' about that negative shit
Now listen, you can try and if you want to
But ask yourself, who the you gonna run to
Sade Abu you got a punch that I can sleep to
Fugees, Tribe, Busta forever coming through

We sing Amazing Grace over two plate
One roll snake eyes like Jake The
Many lies put up for
Wash our sins at the Great
You and I see eye to eye
So therefore we relate
I'm here when I myself crystal clear
You fled to Fear when I laced you in Zaire
with a lasso in the Royal Rumble
Seperate boys from men in the jungle

[Busta
I remember when Cassius Clay the script
trips to Zimbabwe
Africans started calling the God Ali (so bwoy)
It be the God stricken, God nutrition, stricken (ha)
Blow that make you feel you was poison bitten
Ha yo I'm 'bout to you and your sister
Predicting every ass before my fights my nigga
This be your last warning once you past the doorman
Ali and Foreman gonna ass until the morning
Marvellous finances provided by Mobutu
Special guests of honour like the Archbishop Desmond
We watched the Rumble In The
To see who be the uncle to be the first to fall and fumble
Nuff they gettong thrown, like solid milestones
shaking up niggas, imbalance your chromosones
With the of a thousnad warriors
When I bust your ass me as the lord victorious

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