Brother Ali - So Wrong lyrics

[Produced by Frank Dukes] [Verse 1: Talib Kweli] Cutting n***as down like the Amazon for posing like the cameras on And push it with Joell Ortiz getting my Spanish on Yo tego hombre we eating Money is Nathan I'm freaking these conjugations deep in their conversation With people facin Satan I bring 'em the word of God My observation: disturbing my words to murder your squad I pull the trigger with my tongue Grab the Bible, like break 'em young Spit fire my brain is the bigger gun I'm from Brooklyn where I'm from we calling n***as son It's cause we shining through the night break out the flashlights You must be on a sure flight cause you packed light Behave man, I beat cavemen with stalagmites Get up to fight you too tired for another round They say I'm worshipping the devil cause I run this town Now let me run it down and raise the steaks like a boarderhouse With one fourth of the Slaughterhouse [Verse 2: Joell Ortiz] The most esquisite so gifted more like a wizard I spit it a frigid blizzard of lyrics what I exhibit To finish you little midgets Admit it, you'll all diminish For mimicking my image I'm the sickest n***a, forget it You'll never be near as clever or better Every letter will sever your metal or medulla whatever You fellas are feathers don't measure up well with a heavy medicine pedal An incredible Pelle leather rockin hip hop Fererer Better off servin em Every word got a purpose murderous verses Emerging beneath the surface like volcanos I burn Every person on Earth should be nervous become service and worship The permanently perfect version of Merciless Copernicus I was simple as stars an astronomer Found my bars a kilometer off to Mars the odometer A phenomenon No common dynamotor able to monitor My temperature will pressure and crush your barometor [Hook: Brother Ali] Been telling me that I'm so wrong Kickin through like a rolling stone I built this building all on my own I'm at home on this microphone Y'all don't hear me though Been telling me that I'm so wrong Kickin through like a rolling stone I built this building all on my own I'm at home on this microphone [Verse 3: Brother Ali] I finally figured the competition On a mission to gimme a pot to piss in I work hard, play harder than hard decisions Facing all like a head on car collision Dig it bout to forgive y'all what y'all been missing Something crispy for ya listening organism Awww sh** God forbid your my opposition All that salt gon get you a heart condition Pimpin, the plot thickens The shot that you kick a make your balls like rock while your feet get lost Get dropped on your seat Exhausted by the heat Then tossed in the meat grinder Grind to the beat Two thousand and ten I'm in house again Straight six PM and ain't about to bend Close your eyes and count to ten Get that mic out your hand we don't know where your mouth has been Street feeder, a street preacher Key note keepin peace keeper, elite True believer, few G's can keep up Don't need your critique or your halftime speech neither Emcee phoenix sweet Jesus retreat it Wouldn't believe it if indeed they don't see it They take the chief cheeba chief it, try to sneak a peek Into the recesses is of my deep seeded genius [Hook] [Verse 4: Jean Grae] Greasy slick talker, kid picker sh** sparker the lit bender the big sister Face puncher when your ba** jumping off a cliff The race mix face morphing pick pain off your chick Lips spitting webs like Kris and Parker Peter pardon Flip junk and just to boost the whips magnetism The vast Magnum hitter, grown woman Don't start a Black woman on some no he didn't No prison going no vixen roll playing sista No gold digger, ho sh** I'm a boulder bra** a ceremonious master Second to only have to wait, NO b*tch Oppose that the cold facts hard one simultaneously With the bars will get you bar none proof I'm amazing Group spontaneous to burst And I lay in a verse Upon naming me to birth They just placed me in the booth and I said Yeah I was talking I was walking on the first day and you wasn't Second day sparking in the cot with my cousin Three, four parking in the lot playing dozens Five on the block y'all be hugging Six doing shots of the licks tripping, buzzing Seventh I rested I wasn't exhausted I was taking a break so you can go and do your sh** [Hook]