Pedigree

(Chorus: x2)
One behind the next in line
Its inspection time let me check your design
Your pedigree dont hold up next to mine
Im a thouroughbred of the most excellent kind
(Verse 1:)
Brother Ali and whos asking
The text book definition of brute passion
The future, the past, a true champion is born
never made and thats a label you cant pretend
I think better outside of the box
I rhyme better outside of the booth
Theres no hiding the truth, Im 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
Hes relentless with his its just in his spirit
You dont want to read about it fool you want to feel it
Shit happens but Im 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 fucker 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
Im a known credited stone ghetto philosopher
I think very deeply, I aspire to be free
Read through these credentials of mine
Im exquisite and only get better with time
And not yet in my prime
Iage 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
Yall 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 Ima still keep chasing what Im owed
(Chorus x2)
(Hook:)
Take a breath to check the Pedigree
Check the Pedigree