Pedigree-Brother Ali

(Chorus: x2) 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 (Verse 1:) 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 recognize A alike once the beat finish Bleak grimacing winters led him to seek vengeance With every bit the mystique of a street menace Self appointed judge with power vested to hand down sentences 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 Shit happens but I'm calm in a shit 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 (Chorus x2) (Verse 2:) Oh the flow gon' cold cock you You a born bitch local showboating impostor 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 (Chorus x2) (Hook:) Take a breath to check the Pedigree Check the Pedigree