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Bismillah Ar-Rahman Ar-Raheem |
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[Chorus - Brother Ali] |
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I said the good Lord made me what I am and I play this game for keeps |
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Got to use what I have to get what I want, all the dreamer got is his dream |
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And the good Lord made me what I am and I play the hand I'm dealt |
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Said sometimes the hardest thing to be in this world is just yourself |
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[Verse 1 - Brother Ali] |
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Best believe the Qur'an influenced all of my songs |
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My fans run and tattoo 'em all on they arms |
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Wanna travel, be there every time I perform |
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Now look me in my eye and tell me, how am I wrong? |
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And who would of thought |
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Just givin 'em the truth from my heart, both the ugly and the beautiful part |
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Would give 'em food from thought, let 'em chew it apart |
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And they'd all crowd around me and my movement would start |
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And how you gonna hate me for being what God made me? |
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It's not a game, I ain't sayin it playfully |
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They relate to the joy and the pain in me |
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And seein me make it be watchin a slave get free |
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Holler like Bilal in the tower |
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Hiya ala al fallah, Allah is the power |
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Givin voice to the dream and let it be seen |
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I admit it's obscene but deen recognize deen |
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So it isn't pristine when I spit a sixteen |
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Clean words don't describe the (shit) that I've seen |
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But layin in the alley, I whispered to Shahada |
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Bullets fly by from the drive by |
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So Imam Mohammed might pound on the podium |
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Popmaster Fabel work it out on the linoleum |
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Chappelle bust funnies, Mos Def bust rhymes |
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Muhammad Ali is the greatest of all time |
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[Chorus] |
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[Verse 2 - Brother Ali] |
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Something spiritual happen when them hands get to clappin |
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Can you tell me, what language do you laugh in? |
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The human reaction of smiles and cries |
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What language are the tears when they're fallin from your eyes? |
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You've probably seen the sunrise hundreds of times |
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But let a painter paint it or a poet describe |
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The very moment where heaven and Earth might collide |
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And God let the breath of life come outside |
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Uh, Satan doubted it, angels bowed to it |
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I'm so beautifully human and I'm proud of it |
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Soul of a soldier, heart of a scholar |
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I wrote this poem with the blood of a martyr |
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Imam Mohammed might pound on the podium |
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Popmaster Fabel work it out on the linoleum |
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Chappelle bust funnies, Mos Def bust rhymes |
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Muhammad Ali is the greatest of all time |
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[Chorus] - 2X |
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[Outro - Man - talking] |
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A lot of cats |
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Get up in an age around |
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In their early 30's |
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And they start to think of like lifetime companionship |
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And that's when they start to meet ladies who |
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Are not too prone to trust anybody |
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And they got plenty of history to prove to you |
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Why they shouldn't trust nobody |
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I didn't know you then, when all that stuff was goin down |
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Put them other cats away man |
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And let me try to make somethin in your life |
