Land of Ali Lyrics

You know it

In the climate we in it's best to always stay focused

All my rhymes was complete, no critique could touch me

The colors in the trees remind me of Kentucky

Yo, rain drops in heavy traffic

Glide through like gymnastics

The rap graphic, intergalactic

Black Asiatic, the times was drastic

The way that shawty twist the dutch master was attractive

In the past, temples made of glass

Prone to rock throwing

Cut the nose off the Sphinx, they ain't like what it was showing

I was grown from the ink on the tablet

Dahomean patterns graced the fabric

Interspersed with Bakongo magic

New Afrikan collab shit

See me in the lab lit, fires on that shit dazzling

I used to have the Polo bear coat, you can't imagine

I lost it in a avalanche in the Appalachians

Landscapes was lavish per usual

Painted pictures on the beat, created viewable musicals

All my sentences complete, no critique could touch me

The colors in the trees remind me of Kentucky

Had money in the bank like a briefcase match

My shit dope, niggas replay tracks, it's all facts

Action packed, cinematic math, Slank I spit precise

The rappin tracked, systematic paths, split into the ice, like

You know it

In the climate we in it's best to always stay focused

All my rhymes was complete, no critique could touch me

The colors in the trees remind me of Kentucky

Yo, similar sequences, communicate via secret frequencies

They ain't seeing me, Ralph Ellison

The pigs was started hunting down melanin

In the present tense, that function still relevant, I'm duckin em

The tables turned, but I'm all out of bubble gum

Crumble some, index finger with the thumb

I touch gasoline

I used to keep the oil like a Valvoline

The battle scene was held inside a mausoleum

Convenient cause I'm killing em

You know what I mean, I bring the vividness

Linguist said my wordplay ridiculous

And shit, I had to acquiesce

The rhyme scheme is limitless, to this I confess

We need power in the hood like a Chevrolet

Ask me why I spit, it's cause I'm good at it

Ain't no nigga seeing me

The microphone the guillotine and Slank the executioner

Sword sliced the skin surrounding Lucifer

I had the devil running, too cunning for these off-brand rappers

Yo, wooded hills, high above the fields I twist chlorophyll

Some say it's all simulated but I know for sure I'm real

Ink was spilled, chronicles, the history of Africa

They captured us, I broke away then unified like Galaga

The talent runs through me like I'm family with the Jacksons

Make it happen, spun my tracks it cause chemical reactions

Speakers start to melt

The scene yo, reminded me of Dalí

I came from the land Muhammad Ali from, the riverfront