Luyện nghe bài hát Victory! (Come Forward)

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Ours are the that breathe life in the concrete

Ours are the tears that splash genius at God's

Ours are the prayers weave poetry through drum beats

[ VERSE 1: Ali ]
Step inside the mind of a soon-to-be
paramilitary
Brother Ali exist to read the scripture, it's read
Whoever said this underground shit is dead
have fallen on his head
Spent my lifetime
rhymes I remind rappers of everything that scared them as children
They call me show
No opera singer has hit the exact pitch, I spit my out of
Taught directly by the source of all
You don't affect me you're forced to draw powers
me as a voice amongst scholars
Who speak deep to thee, move the from your eye lids
Make your flutter
Get it right, my light cast shadows on the sun, brother
I'm the rubber meets the concrete
It's a cold world, not sayin your your own heat
I'm just don't sleep
I'm walkin with till the day that I die
And the pens have been lifted and the pages have
And a big screen wrote my name in the sky
Politicin with the angels knowin they would
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!)
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 thought the pain broke him
But we run up in a stadium diagnostics
Two tables and a mic and take a crowd
And the very item on my list of demands
Is that all these fighters start liftin they hands

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

[ VERSE 2: Ali ]
Me and my are signed, sealed, delivered, incorporated
to your 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 with the so real philosophy
Until I fulfill prophecy no real stoppin me
Obviously I'm the bomb, me
Opponents come up missin and all beneath me
I know my need me, they call and beep me
I the streets freely with chalk beneath me, boy
We gettin it on
Act hard and I probably make you strip to thong
Dissin your song and feel you 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 ring the Congo to your set
I'm Alfred Hitchcock my silhouette
Pourin Blood On Beats till the trumpet is
Coffins, I release em I'm up in the zone
Fortune favors the brave and on is the motto
Cast on the sun with my bravado

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