as to what's real, and what's illusion" [Breath of Judah) The infinite, grand planet Is the Kha Shalamah, Most High Called Ali Aba, astronomer Roam the
said, 'Honey, I shrunk the kids' yet I ain't Jesus but I'm walking on water There's no bums here, there's no wall 'cause I can break out of jail with
yo (Chorus) Breathe in, breathe out Do the chicken head and go an let it out Breathe out, breathe
chased off, so she stays distant. Verse 3 If it weren't for me squintin he wouldn't know the sun was out. I hate every word that come out of his fuckin
gon' step to this Spit phat, not anorexic shit Come stacked boy, it ain't no need to go there I knock rappers out, y'all scratch and pull hair [Verse 5 - Brother Ali
this pen like it'll set me free Best believe, I'm a flow on endlessly, let it be I feel the love every breath I breathe, yes indeed [Break - scratched
in I'll try to find a place to start that makes sense now The first time I was pushed out blind Cold and naked, spanked on the ass to breathe An immigrant
We like Brother brother brother, how ya making 'em get down Come, straight to your town, vibrating the ground Keep the people out there scared, of making a sound Thats our policy, we step out
and barely nicked him with the right But now they notice that they're in the female sight So they go and try to knock eachother out ??? out of breath,
beings grown images just get old So when we get old you gon' be out in the cold and I'ma still keep chasing what I'm owed Take a breath to check the
what's the fucks what Brother Ali vow solemnly not to die while the music is still inside of me It's got to be allowed to breathe Got to let it out enough
are the prayers that weave poetry through drum beats Victory [ VERSE 1: Brother Ali ] Step inside the mind of a soon-to-be legendary Straight paramilitary Brother Ali
at a Ugly charmer, Gentlemen Caller Sendin them all to hell in a milk crate Forest Whitiker dictate You need to get the dick out your intake You toilets
Even if he hide under me he got to die I killed little Jason he was only fifteen Sowed his good traits together, made Ali Filled his lungs with the Koran until he breathe
room at the Best Western The guy at the front desk looks like Les Nessman Hush now, not a sound Shut the door, and lay your towel down Ya'll run around and figure out
chair, hand on the napalm at it You niggaz don't want no static, 'cause I have you breathing light - you'se an asthmatic 'Cos I had you breathing light
dirt, that ain't been found I'm the underground king and I ain't been crowned When I rhyme, something special happen every time I'm the greatest, something like Ali
man, chill out, yo, yo, get this off right here You better get away get away I think I need a shrink I'll rip out your windpipes forever you'll lip-sync