One behind the next in line
It`s inspection time let me check your design
Your pedigree don`t hold up next to mine
I`m a thouroughbred of the most excellent kind

Brother Ali and who`s asking
The text book definition of brute passion
The future, the past, a true champion is born
never made and that`s a label you can`t pretend
I think better outside of the box
I rhyme better outside of the booth
There`s no hiding the truth, I`m the genuine positive proof
I buck shots through the roof set the hostages loose, shoo
One might got to give real a minute
But it will recognise A alike once the beat finish
Bleak grimacing winters led him to seek vengeance
With every bit the mistique of a street menace
Self appointed judge with power vested
to hand down sentances from bus stop benches
He`s relentless with his it`s just in his spirit
You don`t want to read about it fool you want to feel it
S**t happens but I`m calm in a s**t storm
Its just normal, what you think I balled up a fist for?
They probably thought I was born yesterday right
Well mother f**ker I stayed up all night
Hit me hard like huh


Oh the flow gon` cold c**k you
You a born bitch local showboating imposter
I`m a known credited stone ghetto philosopher
I think very deeply, I aspire to be free
Read through these credentials of mine
I`m exquisite and only get better with time
And not yet in my prime
I age like wine and got a good goddamn head at the end of my spine
Plus I live outside of those confines
Meaning my expression is yet to be defined
Ya`ll will never try putting ribbons in the sky
you would hit your head on that rooty-poot box you live inside
What you gon` do when the well runs dry
Human beings grown images just get old
So when we get old you gon` be out in the cold
and I`ma still keep chasing what I`m owed

Take a breath to check the Pedigree
Check the Pedigree
To check the Pedigree...