Who's to blame for the state I'm in I play my cards but somehow I can't win [Verse 1] Listen when life leaves you beaten up Don't lay around in it, hurry
I'm home Uh, yeah They always ask me, ' Ali, what you so angry for man? Why you always so upset? ' I tell 'em ' Shit, theres a thin line between anger
(We'd like to capture your minds right now) (What you say) (Take you a little bit higher) (What you say) (3X) [ VERSE 1 ] I like the snares loud enough
My brothers in the plight Who ain't got your head right Too many people shed blood For us not to shed light We hot we dead right We drop we take
Yo it's the Ox in the flesh, of course I'm fresh Yes, I'm livin' for the funk like I was Lord Finesse Last night I screamed till I lost my voice I guess
"We have a small disturbance at Lake Street in Chicago, some young men fighting Could we get some cars to go and check that out please?" A young man
(Brother Ali] I guess its no different from any place else in the world man, I look out my window i see the whole thing. One side of the street, is Malone
One behind the next in line It's inspection time let me check your design Your pedigree don't hold up next to mine I'm a thouroughbred of the most excellent
Yo Ant, kick the beat you just kicked a little while ago... [ VERSE 1 ] I bitchslap rappers so hard it give em whiplash You fuckin with sleeveless t-
Truth is here the truth is here Truth is here the truth is here Truth is here the truth is here I said the truth is here the truth is here I want more
[ CHORUS ] Victory Ours are the cries that breathe life in the concrete Victory Ours are the tears that splash genius at God's feet Victory Ours are the
(Ali, the baddest muthafucka ever...) [ VERSE 1: ] I'm chokin players like I'm Bob Knight, choke the coaches like I'm Spreewell They bowin to the 'Sayers
Open the doors, let the people in Turn up the mics, let me speak to them Victorious when the evening ends It all starts when the beat begins [ VERSE
[Intro] Get yourself together now because it's hit time Your known as the hit makers Breaker breakers, party makers They'll make your back crack, your
Im a trend setter with a wicked vendetta Been feather, venomous, skeleton shredder, theres never been better Plus my fourth to the tenth letter rip Heads
[ VERSE 1: Slug ] I dictate while most MC's lactate Can't wait for me to smack ( ?greats? ) and fuck em till my sack breaks They stand still with a little
[Verse 1] I try to always buy final call from the F.O.I Even though that's not what Islam always signify Y'all gotta love the struggle in 'em They would
Blood on beats Tears have been shed Lives have been lost Blood has been spilled Blood on beats Damn, look at em sittin there, cats missin their chance