Luyện nghe bài hát Victory! (Come Forward)

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Ours are the cries that breathe in the concrete

Ours are the tears splash genius at God's feet

Ours are the prayers that poetry through drum beats

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

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To my freedom fighters and the graffiti
And the like us - come forward
And to the carriers speakin Arabic
Ridin on charriots - come forward
To my political prisoners, listeners
Who feelin this - come
And to the bone shakers and the home
Raisin our own - come forward

[ VERSE 2: Ali ]
Me and my are signed, sealed, delivered, incorporated
brought to your by Rhymesayers
You got to it, we not complacent
We came for your debasement and your face 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
Obviously I'm the bomb, me
Opponents come up missin and they all me
I know my 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 strip to thong
Dissin your and feel you mouth to fist when you yawn
Nibblin on a rapper till the gristle is
I and sing from atop Mount Ararat
I am a king, ain't got my kingdom yet
And my anthem ring from the to your set
I'm Hitchcock with my silhouette
Pourin Blood On Beats the trumpet is blown
Coffins, I release em I'm up in the zone
Fortune favors the and press on is the motto
shadows on the sun with my bravado

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