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Root to the fruit More bass than Bootsy Collins You verses me Thats like Ali verses Foreman (a-ha) God's act, stand back and watch Devil's time out Can't be timed with no swatch watch Who I am, the black Abraham Zunga zunga zang, yellow man, Vietnam Add an extra bar as I spar with literature Taking kingdoms from tsars Winning more wars than the Moors Hey, what's the deal? I seen the Devil spar with Allah Mathematics was the key to set my whole race free You might debate we, a refugee No harm hurt me Dying, thirsty from the struggle To my own hustle bubble On the low, woe is me To show the Free Bob right The righteous Asiatic thinker While Satan rob light Civilised like the Molly Burgundy, wildy rocking Seen the fifth when Ali clocked him John Forte will keep you locked in People all around You got to recognise and witness The Mister who swift enough to knock you out with Mic fitness Hands blistered from holding the mics tight Some say it's fright night Well throw the R after the F 'Cause I'm gonna take away your breath The bell rings and now it's just a daily operation Yo, you saw my lubrication You can see this occupation (The winner) Eh, you know we're from Q-Borough L-Booie and Clef the trainers, Prazwell promote the throw We used to bite bullets with the pig-skin casing Now we perfect slang like a gang of street masons (uh) Scribe check make connects True pyramid architects (yeah) Replace the last name with the X (X) The man's got a God complex But take the text and change the picture Watch Muhammad play the messenger like Holy Muslim scriptures Take orders from only God Only war when it's Jihad See Ali appears in Zaire to reconnect 400 years But we the people dark but equal give love to such things To the man who made the fam' remember when we were kings Blocks on fire (Block's on fire tonight) Fiends getting higher (uh-huh) Robbing blue collar (Hey yo we rob them blue collars) Killing for a dollar (Stick 'em up) Youths get tired (Ali ah yeah) We're dealing with them liars (Ali ah yeah) (We're dealing with too many liars) From Brooklyn to Zaire (uh-huh ah yeah) We need a ghetto Messiah (ah yeah come on) Send me an angel in the morning, baby Send me an angel in the morning, darling Send me Muhammad in the morning, baby Send me an angel in the morning, darling Once the pen hits the pad it's danger To this I be no stranger Step inside the ring and I'll derange you (Come on) I'm hearing no comments Everyone looks dispondent Dejected, rejected similiar to Liston Catching lists Beat it, sonny My man is still the greatest in this To hell with Frazier yappin' about that negative shit Now listen, you can try and escape if you want to But ask yourself, who the hell you gonna run to Like Sade Abu you got a punch that I can sleep to Fugees, Tribe, Busta Rhymes forever coming through We sing Amazing Grace over two dollar plate One roll snake eyes like Jake The Snake Many lies put up for stakes Wash our sins at the Great Lakes You and I cannot see eye to eye So therefore we cannot relate I'm here when I make myself crystal clear You fled to Cape Fear when I laced you in Zaire Tussle with a lasso in the Royal Rumble Seperate boys from men in the concrete jungle I remember when Cassius Clay flipped the script Taking trips to Zimbabwe Africans started calling the God Ali Bumbaye (so bwoy) It be the God stricken, God nutrition, lightly stricken (ha) Blow that make you feel like you was poison bitten Ha yo I'm 'bout to blister you and your sister Predicting every ass whipping before my fights my nigga This be your last warning once you walk past the doorman Ali and Foreman gonna lock ass until the morning Marvellous finances provided by Joseph Mobutu Special guests of honour like the Archbishop Desmond Tutu We watched the Rumble In The Jungle To see who be the targeted uncle to be the first to fall and fumble Nuff blows they gettong thrown, like solid milestones Internally shaking up niggas, imbalance your chromosones With the force of a thousnad warriors When I bust your ass identify me as the lord victorious Blocks on fire (You're a star) (Blocks on fire) Fiends getting higher (You're a star) Robbing blue collar (You're a star) (Yeah rob them blue collars) Killing for a dollar (You're a star) Youths get tired (You're a star) (Youths getting tired) We're dealing with them liars (You're a star) (We're dealing with too many liars) From Brooklyn to Zaire (You're a star) We need a ghetto Messiah