Brother Ali - Round Here lyrics

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Brother Ali is back in town

Came a long way to make that sound

Break through Earth from hallowed ground

Played with my blood to wear this crown

Brother Ali is back in town

World on my shoulder, weigh me down

Break through Earth from hallowed ground

Played with my blood to wear this crown

Uh, fact about it, I'm a force of nature

Leader of men, boss of my organization

I ain't in to bein ostentatious

I offered the pages that caught a lot of y'all in the Matrix

Soon as I caught a break, I was off to the races

Invaded the remotest possible places

Seen it first hand, yeah it's hard to explain it

I've been around the world, left my heart on them stages

They want your boy, all all on they faces

Hollered out a roar, they holla in amazement

I follow all the greatest, A-list, taste makers

That shaped this and they're all innovators

I'm so firmly grounded in the basics

Yeah, dishonor, get pounded to the pavement

Dealin with the voice of the nameless, faceless

Face it, your participation ain't gonna be painless

I won't debate that I'm sort of a sadist

I use most your faces to sharpen my blade with

Combat takin place, not entertainment

Lives been lost, it's a hostile arrangement

Uh, your eyes never spied where I've been

Low parts where the heights of rhymin

Back alleys where the dice is flyin

Darkness is tryin, the lights are blindin

Sheist environment, the nights are violent

Red beam silent, the siren's cryin

Clean mighty tights or your life survivin

Nights where the roaches or mice might slide in

The highest you can climb is that limelight

And so downin on that mic meant fightin

Braggin rights are all that you rhyme with

Can't stand to see all your pride get sliced in

When the spotlight hit, my shit, y'all just

Bet I'm a stomp this motherfuckin party 'til it's cold and lifeless

Close your eyelids, behold the righteous

It's cold as night gets

There was a standoff

And there's like a Russian dude, a old, black pimp dude

Some gangsta black dude, some Armenian dude

Like a motley crew, literally

Like a weirdo but street, angry, grown ass men

Against me and Dibbs and Art and the God Loves Ugly crew

And it's like a line and I walk in between 'em

And I just start goin off

Like Cause, Blood, like mother, fucker

I'm a get on the phone and I'm a make everybody cry

I'm just talkin crazy, I'm mad, this is my hometown

I'm about to call the homies

But you know like the old pimp dude had a piece or somethin

Like a gun or somethin

And it was about to jump off

And then he goes like "oh, ain't you Brother Ali? "

Brother Ali, you a bad motherfucker man