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 feet

Ours are the that weave poetry through drum beats

[ VERSE 1: Ali ]
inside the mind of a soon-to-be legendary
Straight
Brother Ali to read the scripture, it's never read
Whoever said this hip-hop shit is dead
Must fallen on his head
my lifetime buildin
Writin rhymes I remind of everything that scared them as children
They call me show
No opera singer has hit the pitch, I spit my flow out of
Taught directly by the source of all
You don't affect me till you're to draw powers
Respect me as a voice amongst
Who speak to thee, move the sleep from your eye lids
Make your lungs
Get it right, my inner cast shadows on the sun, brother
I'm where the rubber the concrete
It's a cold world, not sayin bring your own heat
I'm just sayin sleep
I'm walkin Allah till the day that I die
And the have been lifted and the pages have dried
And a big screen wrote my name in the sky
Politicin with the knowin they would reply
Got the of a cyclone, tongue of a python
The reason why your favorite MC sleep the lights on
on, brother, we def as fuck
Not 'deaf' like (What?) but 'def' (WHAT!)
From the around the planet where my name's spoken
We here to get our brains open and our broken
Watch me walk around the planet with the same
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 first item on my list 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 torch carriers Arabic
Ridin on your - come forward
To my prisoners, individual listeners
Who feelin this - forward
And to the bone and the home makers
Raisin our own - come forward

[ VERSE 2: Ali ]
Me and my people are signed, sealed, delivered,
brought to 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
Until I fulfill prophecy 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 stays it on
Act hard and I probably you strip to your thong
Dissin song and feel you mouth to fist when you yawn
Nibblin on a rapper till the gristle is
I stand and from atop Mount Ararat
I am a king, ain't got my kingdom yet
And my ring from the Congo to your set
I'm Alfred Hitchcock with my
Pourin On Beats till the trumpet is blown
Coffins, I release em I'm up in the zone
Fortune favors the and press on is the motto
Cast shadows on the sun with my

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