Brother Ali - Whatcha' Got Lyrics

Brother Ali – Whatcha’ Got Lyrics

[Verse 1]

[scratching: the first thing I wanna say is]
I came in the door, nineteen eighty four
Paint on the wall, got chased by the law
Once got stole in the face for the flow
Was never given the zone had to create my own
As clean as the nose on my face that I place to the stone
Had to stake my claim to the throne
Ain’t no mistaken the sacred in his tone
Ali the new name by which greatness is known
Y’all act like emceein’ is a new sport
Your too inexperienced your teeth are too short
Every culture has a right to passage
You wanna bypass it and sell me your practice
One for the lunch money
I don’t run from you punch-drunk dummies
I invite y’all to come for me
I set up shop hungry when it wasn’t sunny
I’ll bee here long after y’all are done humpin’
Talk to me when you’ve done something
Other than swing back n’ forth from hatin’ to nut huggin’
No, all criticism isn’t constructive
Some need to be destructed, your done with
And either you retire to the sideline
or embrace this time, this rhyme with your eyes wide open
Cuz you gonna have to earn them accolades
A-N-T gonna take y’all back to phase one

[Hook 1]

Yes Yes y’all you don’t stop
Now come alive A-N-T and give me what you got
Brother Ali rock shock the house we most definitely
We bout to turn shit out y’all
A yes yes y’all and you don’t dare stop
Well come alive A-N-T and give me what you got
Brother Ali rock shocking the house we most definitely
(scratching: the way I feel now I just got to rock)

[Verse 2]

Y’all ain’t heard nothin’ I gave you your first lesson
From what you discussin’ over the percussion, You’ll
ne’er compare to me, You a parrot parody
repeatin’ what you hear fly through the airwaves carelessly
The meaning get lost in translation
You a copy of the authors first page
Counterfeit money, only get it in small denomination
You’ll never be prominent – face it your imitation
Equal saccharin, cheap ass generic aspirin
Fructose, corn syrup, simulacrum shit
We used to distribute our music ourselves
Our records shouldn’t even be held on the same shelve
Its bad enough they put y’all with ‘rock the bells’
Cliche the culture we’re blessed to be involved in it
Y’all are squanderin’ it
Don’t even think for a minute by pushing limits
you can see a pond to fish in
And you will get strangled by your lines
Whether your angling or sayin’ rhymes in due time
Send your dudes back to shoe shines and clippin’ coupons
Fuck you and fuck the lighter you open your brew on
You slither out from under a rock
and then present yourself for something you not
But brother you jock
Tried true hip hop customs forgot
swingin’ on the first bitin’ motherfucker I spot
Why the fuck not
I would love nothin’ more than to bust your body blood clot upon spot
Three things I got I love’em a lot
do anything to protect them from the vultures that plot
Hover above’em and flock
You motherfuckers better not

[Hook 2]

Yes Yes y’all you dont dare stop
Now come alive A-N-T and give me what you got
Brother Ali rock shock the house
Most definitely we gon turn shit out y’all
Yes yes y’all and you dont dare stop
Well come alive A-N-T and give me what you got
Brother Ali rock shock the house
Most definitely we bout turn shit out y’all

[Verse 3]

The champion is back with his man again
Crack the book open and fill another chapter in
And we just won’t stop
Come alive Rhymesayer give me whatcha got
Raaaaaaaaaaaah!
Scratching til fade: ‘the way I feel now I just got to rock’

[Brother Ali – Whatcha’ Got Lyrics]

Thanks to user Shane Seaton for the contribution!