Brother Ali

[CHORUS x2]
Man, you win some, lose some
They run the gamut from hilarious to gruesome
In my life I done caught some and threw some
And I done been in some shit
But this is one that I will never forget
[VERSE 1]
Testosterone-filled hallway confrontation spectacle
Time to see who got the testicles
Im not the type to holler, "What you wanna do then?"
Hands parallel to my shoulders, I keep it movin
Theres one thing I hate is for another man to take control
Of a situation, you dont want me to play the role
Im in my element on Front Street, I love a spotlight
Bringin an audience to diss me is just not right
I told him, "Listen stupid, I know what youre here to do
But were not gonna do it
This is a movement that Im part of it
Youre lucky Im a righteous blackman"
And you thought I had issues now, really had em back then
I turned my back with the anti-climatic spitefulness
Thats the worst type of diss
And I stepped off, adolescent, passive aggressive
Jesus Christ superstar to send the world a message
And there stood little man soft dick in hand
Wonderin "What the fuck just happened?" Not enough to kill a man
I turn the corner like as long as he aint pullin a gun
Id rather catch a ass-whippin than run
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[VERSE 2]
I put them out there bad, too, really, they had to
I turned around, they runnin right directly at me, they looked mad, too
A half a minute felt like a half an hour
When he got close enough I stuck him once for black power
All three bombed on me, started swingin me around
Hollerin, "Get him down, get him down!"
Im like fuck that, yall dont gettin me on the linoleum
So three white boys can start stompin only one
They didnt hold back at all
They started bangin my head against a steel locker like a freakin racket ball
Grill was all busted, the locker was rusted
And when my face hit it it split my bicuspid
They spilled blood on my Boys N The Hood Increase the Peace t-shirt
Now, isnt that symbolic?
I came to school a week later with a eye full of stitches
And I held my head higher than bitches
They lookin at me like, "Yeah yall done fucked me up
What you think thats a thing thats gonna shut me up?"
Shit, nope, still swaggerin, still battle rappin
And still not givin em the satisfaction of bein mad
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