Victory   Ours are the cries that breathe life in the concrete   Victory   Ours are the tears that splash genius at God's feet   Victory   Ours are the prayers that weave poetry through drum beats   Victory      (verse 1)   Step inside the mind of a soon-to-be legendary   Straight paramilitary   Brother Ali exist to read the scripture, it's never read   Whoever said this underground hip-hop shit is dead   Must have fallen on his head   Spent my lifetime buildin   Writin rhymes I remind rappers of everything that scared them as children   They call me show stopper   No opera singer has hit the exact pitch, I spit my flow out of   Taught directly by the source of all knowledge   You don't affect me till you're forced to draw powers   Respect me as a voice amongst scholars   Who speak deep to thee, move the sleep from your eye lids   Make your lungs flutter   Get it right, my inner light cast shadows on the sun, brother   I'm where the rubber meets the concrete   It's a cold world, not sayin bring your your own heat   I'm just sayin don't sleep   I'm walkin with the lion till the day that I die   And the pens have been lifted and the pages have dried   And a big smoke screen wrote my name in the sky   Politickin with the angels knowin they would reply   Got the lungs of a cyclone, tongue of a python   The reason why your favorite MC sleep with the lights on   Right on, brother, we def as fuck   Not 'deaf' like (What?) but 'def' like (WHAT!)   From the depths around the planet where my name's spoken   We here to get our brains open and our chains broken   Watch me walk around the planet with the same notion   His adversaries thought the pain broke him   But we run up in a stadium with diagnostics   Two tables and a mic and take a crowd hostage   And the very first item on my list of demands   Is that all these freedom fighters start liftin they hands      (chorus)   To my freedom fighters and the graffiti writers   And the people like us - come forward   And to the torch carriers speakin Arabic   Ridin on your charriots - come forward   To my political prisoners, individual listeners   Who feelin this - come forward   And to the bone shakers and the home makers   Raisin our own saviors - come forward      (verse 2)   Me and my people are signed, sealed, delivered, incorporated   brought to your by Rhymesayers Entertainment   You got to face it, we not complacent   We came for your debasement and left your face bent   And me, mister Brother Ali is the stomp-down-beat-kicker   Who walkin the streets with the so real philosophy   Until I fulfill prophecy there's no real stoppin me   Obviously I'm the bomb, believe me   Opponents come up missin and they all beneath me   I know my soldiers need me, they call and beep me   I walk the streets freely with chalk beneath me, boy   We stays gettin it on   Act hard and I probably make you strip to your thong   Dissin your song and feel you mouth to fist when you yawn   Nibblin on a rapper till the gristle is gone   I stand and sing from atop Mount Ararat   I am a king, just ain't got my kingdom yet   And my anthem ring from the Congo to your set   I'm Alfred Hitchcock with my silhouette   Pourin Blood On Beats till the trumpet is blown   Coffins, I release em when I'm up in the zone   Fortune favors the brave and press on is the motto   Cast shadows on the sun with my bravado