Brother Ali - Whatcha' Got lyrics

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Brother Ali - Whatcha' Got lyrics

[Intro] (The first thing I want to say is) [Verse 1] I came in the door nineteen eighty four Paint on the wall got chased by the law Once got stole in the face for the flow Was never given a zone had to create my own It's plain as the nose on my face that I place to the stone Had to stake my claim to the throne Ain't no mistaken the sacred in his tone Ali the new name by which greatness is known Ya'll act like emceeing is a new sport You're too inexperienced, your teeth are too short Every culture has a right to pa**age You wanna bypa** it and sell me your practice One for the lunch money I dont run from you punch-drunk dummies I invite ya'll to come for me I set up shop hungry when it wasn't sunny I'll be here long after ya'll are done humpin' Talk to me when you've done something Other than swing back n' forth from hating to nut hugging Know all criticism isn't constructive Some need to be destructed your done with And either you retire to the sidelines Or imbrace this timeless grind with your eyes wide open Cause you gonna have to earn them accolades A-N-T gon take you all back to phase one [Hook 1] Yes Yes ya'll you dont stop Now come alive A-N-T and give me what you got Brother Ali rock shock the house we most definitely We bout to turn sh** out ya'll A yes yes ya'll and you dont dare stop Well come alive A-N-T and give me what you got Brother Ali rock shocking the house we most definitely (The way I feel now I just got to rock) [Verse 2] Ya'll ain't heard nothing I gave you your first lesson For what you're discussin' over the percussion You'll never compare to me you a parrot parody Repeating what you hear fly through the airwaves carelessly The meaning gets lost in translation You're a copy of the authors first page Counterfeit money, only get it in small denominations You'll never be prominent - face it you're imitation Equal, saccharin, cheap a** generic aspirin Fructose corn syrup similac and sh** We used to distribute our music ourselves Our records shouldn't even be held on the same shelve Its bad enough they put ya'll with rock the bells Cliche' the culture we're blessed to be involved in it Ya'll are sqaundering it don't even think for a minute bout pushing limits You just see a pond to fish in And you will get strangled by your lines Whether your angling or saying ryhmes in due time Send your dudes back to shoe shines and clipping coupons f** you and f** the lighter you open your brew on You slither out from under a rock And then present yourself for something you not the brother you jock Tried true hip hop customs forgot I'm swinging on the first biting mother f**er I spot Why the f** not I would love nothing more than to bust your body blood clot Spot Three things I got I love'em alot And do anything to protect them from the vultures that plot Hover above em' and flock You mother f**ers better not [Hook 2] Yes Yes ya'll you dont dare stop Now come alive A-N-T and give me what you got! Brother Ali rock shock the house Most definitely we gon turn sh** out ya'll Yes yes ya'll and you dont dare stop Well come alive A-N-T and give me what you got! Brother Ali rock shock the house Most definitely we bout turn sh** out ya'll [Verse 3] The champion is back with his man again Crack the book open and fill another chapter in And we just won't stop Come alive Rhymesayer give me whatcha got [Scratching til fade: 'the way I feel now I just got to rock']

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