Intro: Brother Ali. Rhymesayers Entertainment. Midwest. A League Of Our Own. Volume 2 motherf**er. f** with me right now. Listen listen. Verse One: You are now inside the brain of Americas best Forrest Whittaker hungry, it's about to get ugly Police with their arm extended can't touch me Smacked in the face is how this sh** struck me like Showstopper A-L-I the Brother Since 89's the number And ain't tryin' to slumber Representin' for the birth pain of my mother Ali like Rocky, I train in the gutter But it ain't about the tunnel It's the light at the end And we walkin' through life with a mic and a pen Mentality is that of a cat who gon eat I grind till the sparks dance off the concrete Stand close to me Watch me hopefully Cause you're gonna see my gift open up the door for me The last of a dying breed Live MC Look inside my eyes and see what's inside of me Chorus: [x2] The ock got the fire in the eye All head turn when the brother walk by And you should know that when you got that little feelin' in your soul and you're cold And tonight you might die ahhhhh! Verse Two: The syllabus will be read aloud this evenin' Watch out now if you're too opposed to be in this Open season You should know not to walk nearby the cage when it's this close to feedin' Hold your feet in the flame Ali is the name You'll be chantin' "boom bye aye" when you repeat it in vain His beats are insane And you can ask any local wack rapper to show you where the teeth are ingrained Even my lazy eye got that fire in it Went from grindin' to shinin' and now sky's the limit They do it every day without disguise or gimmick Your face look better when my fist grind up in it This is the house that the Sayers build Now I use it as a return address when I pay my bills Pain and guilt fill the pages up We gonna ride till our days is up Motherf**ers say... Chorus [x2]