Star Quality

Yo it's the Ox in the flesh, of course I'm fresh

Yes, I'm livin for the funk like I was Lord Finesse

Last night I screamed till I lost my voice I guess

Had a few things left to get up off of my chest

Like I'm, facing the fact that I'm not, what my mom wanted

Only gold plaque that I got, had the Qu'Ran on it

I fliped your eviction notice over, wrote a song on it

Like to hear it, here it go, light your spirit, clear your soul

If I would've known that tonight was Ladie's Night

I would've stopped and swabbed my balls with the baby whipe

In the van, Hold your sorry little life in my hand

Watch me toss it in the sky and swing right for the stands

Battling me is like trying to ride your bike in the sand

I'ma eat one more helping, then I'm, whiping my hands

And you frustrated rappers, must hate the fact

That I walk in first class, have so much ladies gaspin for breath

Tryin to catch me, with the ass and the chest

I ain't tryin to be rude lady, I'm just passin a test

Got enough hastle and stress, with one woman cashing my cheques

I'll take the compliment and pass on the sex

We like

Brother Brother Brother, how ya making 'em get down

Come, straight to your town, vibrating the ground

Keep the people out there scared, of making a sound

Thats our policy, we step out there on Star Quality

Brother Brother Brother, how ya making 'em get down

Come, straight to your town, vibrating the ground

Keep the people out there scared, of making a sound

Thats our policy, we step out there

You ain't hardcore, you soft more than Shamar Moore

In a tight shirt sayin 'Let's slow this train down ya'll'

You stink hoes, spills a whole, lot of nothing

Got the nerve to look Ox in the eye, you got it coming

While your woman nod her face to the beat, you tasting defeat

Whiping the waste from my cleets, between the space in your teeth

Erogation, facial features all hung down

That little dumb frown is perfect for salt water to run down

Talk harder to some clowns, cause they need it rough

Make sure they never sleeping deep enough to dream of beating me, what

My styles a little belligerent, isn't it?

Considerin that Im belittling them, with little more then

My pad and my pen and my sediments

Weither its your chorus scratching, or wack track blasting,

Your whole approach to rapping, is ass crack backwards

Cats'll see me in the spot and act salty

Stressing you save hip hop, you can't even save a wack party

We like

Brother Brother Brother, how ya making 'em get down

Come, straight to your town, vibrating the ground

Keep the people out there scared, of making a sound

Thats our policy, we step out there on Star Quality

Brother Brother Brother, how ya making 'em get down

Come, straight to your town, vibrating the ground

Keep the people out there scared, of making a sound

Thats our policy, we step out there

And the preachers say

"Oh Ah Hey, Oh Ah Hah"

And the choir say

"Oh Ah Hey, Oh Ah Hah"

And the preachers say

"Oh Ah Hey, Oh Ah Hah"

And the choir say

"Oh Ah Hey, Oh Ah Hah"

Brother Ali is Two Hundred, Fifty Pounds of Piss and Vinegar

Few try to sit me down, they missing limbs and

I got nothing on, but a lifestyle, black tuxedo

An Arethra Franklin record, and Im rockin Captain Ego like

'Dun Dadda, Shit, Ya Done Poppa'

There's only three reasons Ali would need a Ramada

One; to move the bowels, two; to steal the towels

Three; Shave, shower, pray for my spiritual power

I can handle this, if my man Ant would just

Give me a chance to splatter some antics across his canvisses

Damage is unavoidable at this point

I twist joints till they pop lock, too loud and get ya knot rocked(?)

Im too proud to let you hop scotch through

The section of the Earth that I occupy, without making you testify

Best that I could do for you, is ingore you

Cause Id probably conquer you if I explore you

Words from the Brother.

We like

Brother Brother Brother, how ya making 'em get down

Come, straight to your town, vibrating the ground

Keep the people out there scared, of making a sound

Thats our policy, we step out there on Star Quality

Brother Brother Brother, how ya making 'em get down

Come, straight to your town, vibrating the ground

Keep the people out there scared, of making a sound

Thats our policy, we step out there

And the preachers say

"Oh Ah Hey, Oh Ah Hah"

And the choir say

"Oh Ah Hey, Oh Ah Hah"

And the preachers say

"Oh Ah Hey, Oh Ah Hah"

And the choir say

"Oh Ah Hey, Oh Ah Hah"

"Oh Ah Hey, Oh Ah Hah"

"Oh Ah Hey, Oh Ah Hah"

"Oh Ah Hey, Oh Ah Hah"

"Oh Ah Hey, Oh Ah Hah"

"Oh Ah Hey, Oh Ah Hah"

"Oh Ah Hey, Oh Ah Hah"

"Oh Ah Hey, Oh Ah Hah"