My friend, give me a minute herenYou have no idea how to frame menBrother Ali is this, Brother Ali is thatnYou ain't been right yetnSo ok I'll do it myselfnAnt, you got me?nnnBig Brother the beast I'm showing my teethnFeel it all in the air it's too potent to breathenExplosive with the free, got a heavy one I wrote up my sleevenI could post up or go for the threenVersatile with it I'm grinding until I get itnMindless of the defined limits or consequencesnI defy critics I ain't scientificnI find my intrinsic vibe and I ride with itnVocals no nothing other than soul touchingnSo if they land in yours it's just a home-comingnIf they don't go there they might perishnLand on deaf ears but die unembarassednYou don't need to hear my race in the songnYou hear the plane that I'm onnYour whole face change when I'm onnYour ears might help you seenFuck hearing me I need you to feel like mennnDaylightnLet the dark side slide right on out younDon't deny it announce it to the DaylightnLet it get inside of you 'cause you're not alivenuntil you open up your eyesnnnI never asked my brothers to put that crown on menNow they want to frown on me, look down on menPardon me I don't think I'm hurting anybodynJust because I took shahadah but I'm cursing at the partynAin't showing I'm holy just showing the whole menYa'll just pretend to be whatever your role benDon't get me wrong preist and rabbi innamnbut maybe that's why the masses don't respondnCan't sit and nit pick but miss the big shitnExpect us not to see the contradictionsnWant us to listen and join your religionnI ain't got a pot to piss in who ya'll kiddingnI believe in the Qu'ran and all that's within itnThe concepts and all of the prophets that are mentionednBut I talk directly to God so if I'm sinningnya'll ain't got nothing to do with me repentingnnnnnIf I'm an open book this is how I'm supposed to looknI got to show it all and don't be shooknSo they ask me if I'm black or white, I'm neithernRace is a made up thing I don't believe in itnMy genes tie me to those that despised menMade a living killing the ones that inspired menI ain't just talking about singing and dancingnI was taught life and manhood by black mennSo I'm a product of that understandingnAnd a small part of me feels like I am themnDoes that make me a liar maybenbut I don't want the white folks that praise me to think they can claim men'Cause you didn't make menYou don't appreciate what I know to be great yet you relate to menand that frustrates me and what can I sayn'cause I know that I benefit from something I hatenBut make no mistake our connection ain't fakenIt's never too late to clear off the slatenYou follow my tape then you know What I'm aboutnIf something comes up then it must come out