Luyện nghe bài hát Victory! (Come Forward)

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Ours are the cries that breathe life in the

Ours are the tears that splash at God's feet

Ours are the prayers weave poetry through drum beats

[ VERSE 1: Ali ]
Step inside the of a soon-to-be legendary
paramilitary
Brother Ali exist to read the scripture, never read
Whoever said this underground hip-hop shit is
Must have on his head
my lifetime buildin
Writin rhymes I remind of everything that scared them as children
They call me show
No singer has hit the exact pitch, I spit my flow out of
directly by the source of all knowledge
You don't affect me till you're to draw powers
Respect me as a voice amongst
Who speak deep to thee, move the sleep from eye lids
Make your flutter
Get it right, my inner light cast shadows on the sun,
I'm the rubber meets the concrete
It's a cold world, not sayin bring your own heat
I'm just sayin sleep
I'm walkin with till the day that I die
And the pens have been and the pages have dried
And a big smoke screen wrote my in the sky
Politicin with the angels knowin would reply
Got the lungs of a cyclone, tongue of a
The reason why your favorite MC with the lights on
Right on, brother, we def as
Not 'deaf' (What?) but 'def' like (WHAT!)
From the depths around the planet my name's spoken
We to get our brains open and our chains broken
me walk around the planet with the same notion
His adversaries the pain broke him
But we run up in a stadium diagnostics
Two tables and a mic and a crowd hostage
And the very first item on my of demands
Is that all these freedom fighters start they hands

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To my fighters and the graffiti writers
And the people us - come forward
And to the carriers speakin Arabic
Ridin on your charriots - come
To my prisoners, individual listeners
Who this - come forward
And to the bone and the home makers
our own saviors - come forward

[ 2: Brother Ali ]
Me and my are signed, sealed, delivered, incorporated
to your by Rhymesayers Entertainment
You got to it, we not complacent
We came for your debasement and left your bent
And me, mister Ali is the stomp-down-beat-kicker
Who the streets with the so real philosophy
I fulfill prophecy there's no real stoppin me
Obviously I'm the bomb, me
Opponents come up missin and they all me
I my soldiers need me, they call and beep me
I walk the streets freely with chalk me, boy
We gettin it on
Act hard and I probably make you to your thong
Dissin your song and feel you mouth to fist you yawn
Nibblin on a rapper the gristle is gone
I stand and from atop Mount Ararat
I am a king, just got my kingdom yet
And my anthem ring from the to your set
I'm Alfred with my silhouette
Blood On Beats till the trumpet is blown
Coffins, I release em I'm up in the zone
Fortune the brave and press on is the motto
Cast shadows on the sun my bravado

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