Luyện nghe bài hát Victory! (Come Forward)

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Ours are the cries that life in the concrete

Ours are the that splash genius at God's feet

Ours are the prayers that weave poetry drum beats

[ VERSE 1: Ali ]
inside the mind of a soon-to-be legendary
Straight
Ali exist to read the scripture, it's never read
Whoever said this hip-hop shit is dead
have fallen on his head
Spent my buildin
Writin rhymes I remind rappers of everything that scared them as
They call me stopper
No singer has hit the exact pitch, I spit my flow out of
Taught directly by the source of all
You don't affect me you're forced to draw powers
Respect me as a amongst scholars
Who speak to thee, move the sleep from your eye lids
Make your lungs
Get it right, my inner light cast on the sun, brother
I'm the rubber meets the concrete
It's a cold world, not bring your your own heat
I'm just don't sleep
I'm walkin Allah till the day that I die
And the pens have been lifted and the pages dried
And a big smoke wrote my name in the sky
Politicin the angels knowin they would reply
Got the lungs of a cyclone, of a python
The reason why your favorite MC with the lights on
on, brother, we def as fuck
Not 'deaf' (What?) but 'def' like (WHAT!)
the depths around the planet where my name's spoken
We here to get our brains and our chains broken
Watch me around the planet with the same notion
His adversaries thought the broke him
But we run up in a with diagnostics
Two tables and a mic and take a hostage
And the very item on my list of demands
Is that all these freedom fighters start liftin hands

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To my freedom fighters and the graffiti
And the people us - come forward
And to the torch speakin Arabic
on your charriots - come forward
To my political prisoners, listeners
Who feelin this - come
And to the shakers and the home makers
Raisin our own saviors - forward

[ VERSE 2: Ali ]
Me and my people are signed, sealed, delivered,
brought to by Rhymesayers Entertainment
You got to face it, we not
We came for your debasement and left your bent
And me, mister Brother Ali is the
Who walkin the streets with the so real
Until I prophecy there's no real stoppin me
I'm the bomb, believe me
Opponents come up missin and all beneath me
I know my need me, they call and beep me
I walk the streets with chalk beneath me, boy
We stays it on
Act hard and I make you strip to your thong
Dissin your song and you mouth to fist when you yawn
Nibblin on a rapper till the is gone
I stand and sing from atop Mount
I am a king, just ain't got my yet
And my ring from the Congo to your set
I'm Alfred Hitchcock with my
Pourin Blood On Beats till the trumpet is
Coffins, I em when I'm up in the zone
Fortune favors the brave and press on is the
Cast on the sun with my bravado

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