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rali - triumphant ( lyrics

[verse i]
my ambition is gold
with your permission i’ll fold
see my religion is living bigger than limits can hold
if you ain’t with it you live in fear of a spirit in bold print
i remember when old n-ggas would give us the code but now they

give us the cold shoulder, a cold flower mowed
over the lawn whether the gr-ss growers know
i pitch rhymes as dope as hero
so if i spit crack rock, then i can flow boulders

no more being poor i told you
just wake up and smell the folgers
would you rather be: dead broke and remote to commas, or rather have hope and progress?
with these open eyelids i expose the nonsense of spiritual tyrants’ empirical bias
a lyrical conscience in a vehicle like this is a seminal miracle from my mother’s v-g-n-, now rewind this

till the emissaries despise this
till the dignitaries retire
get your dictionary, define this
walk into your favorite seminary and t-the this
anyway that you find this
emulate it and vibe with ignoramus’ violence
long as it keep you blinded
long as it keep you tired
long as it keep you wired
long as it don’t keep you from overcoming your problems
i ride with the fire; i tote from side-hip, till i spit live clips at all my targets
and they die with the pipers of broken promises, along with the liars and popes of hot sh-t

b-tch, i’ll rather take a dump on both who contest
just show me who oppose, i’ll pulverize them
i’d rather take the cosa nostra mindset
i’d rather be the cosa nostradamus cause you

[bridge]
you look at me wrong, you look at me strange
but if i, blow up at all, would you feel the same?
and if i, happen to ball, would you wanna play?
mane no matter the stakes, i’m never throwing the game

you look at me wrong, you look at me strange
but if i, blow up at all, would you feel the same?
and if i, happen to ball, would you wanna play?

[verse ii]
sike! no matter the call, i’m never p-ssing the ball; i’m kobe in fall of ’07
this is a high level
how you gon’ fly with no feathers?
you flock with po peasants? you know better
you must know you slow, adagio andante, you culpeppers
who you know that spit heat in cold weather?
r-a-l-i, chi fire, cayenne pepper
who you know that bust flows like broke levys?
r-a-l-i d-mn right, there’s no better

i’m colder than no sweater
don’t tell me i’m no better
i look inside of the mirror and tell me there’s none better

i’m colder than no sweater
don’t tell me i’m no better
don’t tell me i’m not real like pac at the coach-lla
i look inside of the mirror and tell me there’s none better
don’t tell me it’s one better!

- rali lyrics

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