RALI - Triumphant (RALI's Verse) 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***as would give us the code but now they Give us the cold shoulder, a cold flower mowed Over the lawn whether the gra** 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 vagina, now rewind this Till the emissaries despise this Till the dignitaries retire Get your dictionary, define this Walk into your favorite seminary and tithe 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** b**h, 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 pa**ing 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 damn 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 Coachella I look inside of the mirror and tell me there's none better Don't tell me it's one better!