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 genius at God's

Ours are the prayers that weave poetry through drum

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

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To my freedom fighters and the writers
And the people like us - come
And to the torch carriers speakin
Ridin on your - come forward
To my prisoners, individual listeners
Who feelin this - forward
And to the bone shakers and the makers
Raisin our own - come forward

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

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