[ CHORUS ]nVictorynOurs are the cries that breathe life in the concretenVictorynOurs are the tears that splash genius at God's feetnVictorynOurs are the prayers that weave poetry through drum beatsnVictorynn[ VERSE 1: Brother Ali ]nStep inside the mind of the soon-to-be legendarynStraight paramilitarynBrother Ali exist to read the scripture, that's never readnWhoever said this underground hip-hop shit is deadnMust have fell and hit his headnSpent my lifetime buildinnWritin rhymes that remind rappers of everything that scared them as childrennThey call me show stoppernNo opera singer has hit the exact pitch, I spit my flow out ofnTaught directly by the source of all knowledgenYou won't affect me till you're forced to draw powersnRespect me as a voice amongst scholarsnWho speak deep to remove the sleep from your eye lidsnMake your lungs flutternGet it right, my inner light cast shadows on the sun, brothernI'm where the rubber meets the concretenIt's a cold world, not sayin bring your your own heatnI'm just sayin don't sleepnI'm walkin with Allah till the day that I dienAnd the pens have been lifted and the pages have driednAnd a thick smoke screen wrote my name in the skynPolitickin with the angels knowin they would replynGot the lungs of a cyclone, tongue of a pythonnThe reason why your favorite MC sleep with the lights onnRight on, brother, we def as fucknNot 'deaf' like (What?) but 'def' like (WHAT!)nFrom the depths around the planet where my name's spokennWe here to get our brains open and our chains brokennWatch me walk around the planet with the same notionnHis adversaries thought the pain broke himnBut we run up in a stadium with diagnosticsnTwo tables and a mic and take a crowd hostagenAnd the very first item on my list of demandsnIs that all these freedom fighters start liftin they handsnn[ CHORUS ]nTo my freedom fighters and the graffiti writersnAnd the people like us - come forwardnAnd to the torch carriers speakin ArabicnRidin on your charriots - come forwardnTo my political prisoners, individual listenersnWho feelin this - come forwardnAnd to the bone shakers and the home makersnRaisin our own saviors - come forwardnn[ VERSE 2: Brother Ali ]nMe and my people are signed, sealed, delivered, incorporatednbrought to your by Rhymesayers EntertainmentnYou got to face it, we not complacentnWe came via the basement and left your face bentnAnd me, mister Brother Ali is the stomp-down-beat-kickernWho walkin the streets with thenSo real philosophynUntil I fulfill prophecy there's no real stoppin menObviously I'm the bomb, believe menOpponents come up missin and they all beneath menI know my soldiers need me, they call and beep menI walk the streets freely with chalk beneath me, boynWe stays gettin it onnAct hard and I probably make you strip to your thongnDissin your song and fill your mouth with fist when you yawnnNibblin on a rapper till the gristle is gonenI stand and sing from atop my minaretnI am a king, just ain't got my kingdom yetnAnd my anthem ring from the Congo to your setnI'm Alfred Hitchcock with my silhouettenPourin Blood On Beats till the trumpet is blownnCoffins, I release em when I'm up in the zonenFortune favors the brave and press on is the mottonCast shadows on the sun with my bravadonn[ CHORUS ]