When We Were Kings Page #9

"Me, we."

Two words.

I wrote Bartlett's Quotations

and I said, "Look, that's shorter."

It stands for something more

than the poem itself.

"Me, we." What a fighter he was.

And what a man.

# Refugee cat... Ali, boma ye

# Yes, yes... Rumble in the jungle

# Come on!

# Root to the fruit

more bass than Bootsy Collins

# You versus me

that's like Ali versus Foreman

# God's act, stand back and watch

# Devil's time-out

can't be timed with no Swatch watch

# Who I am, the Black Abraham

# Zunga zunga zang

yellow man, Vietnam

# Add an extra bar

as I spar with literature

# Taking kingdoms from Tsars

# Winning more wars than the Moors

# Hey, what's the deal?

I seen the Devil spar with Allah

# Mathematics was the key

to set my whole race free

# You might debate we,

a refugee no harm hurt me

# Dying, thirsty from the struggle

to my own hustle bubble

# On the low, woe is me

to show the Free Bob right

# The righteous Asiatic thinker

# While Satan rob light

# Civilised like the Molly

# Burgundy, wildly rocking

# Seen the fifth when Ali clocked him

# John Forte will keep you locked in

# People all around

you got to recognise and witness

# The Mister who swift enough

to knock you out with mic fitness

# Hands blistered

from holding the mic tight

# Some say it's fight night

# Well, throw the R after the F

cos I'm gonna take away your breath

# The bell rings

and it's just a daily operation

# Yo, you saw my lubrication

you can see this occupation

# (The winner)

You know we're here from Q-borough

# L-Booie and Clef the trainers

Prazwell promote the throw

# We used to bite the bullets

with the pigskin cases

# Now we perfect slang

like a gang of street masons

# Scribe check make connects

true pyramid architects

# Replace the last name with the X

# The man's got a God complex

# But take the text

change the picture

# Watch Muhammad play the messenger

like holy Moslem scripture

# Take orders from only God

only one when it's jihad

# See Ali appears in Zaire

to reconnect 400 years

# But we're the people

dark but equal

# Give love to such things

# For the man who made the fam'

remember when we were kings

# Block's on fire

# Flames getting higher

# Robbin' blue collar

# Killin' for a dollar

# Youths get tired

# We're dealin' with them liars

# From Brooklyn to Zaire

# We need a ghetto messiah

# Send me an angel

in the morning, baby

# Send me an angel

in the morning, darling

# Send me Muhammad

in the morning, baby

# Send me an angel

in the morning, darling

# Once the pen hits the pad

it's danger

# To this I'll be no stranger

# Step inside the ring

and I'll derange you

# I'm hearing no comments

everyone looks despondent

# Dejected, rejected

similar to Liston catching licks

# Beat it, Sonny, my man

is still the greatest in history

# To hell with Frazier,

yapping about that negative sh*t

# Now, listen, you can try

and escape if you want to

# But ask yourself

who the hell you gonna run to?

# Like Sade Abu

you got a punch that I can sleep to

# Fugees, Tribe, Busta Rhymes

forever coming through

# You sing Amazing Grace

over two dollar plates

# One roll, snake-eyes,

like Jake the Snake

# Many lies, put up for stakes,

wash our sins at the Great Lakes

# You and I cannot see eye-to-eye

so therefore we can't relate

# I'm here

when I make myself crystal clear

# You fled to Cape Fear

when I aced you up in Zaire

# Tussle with a lasso

in the Royal Rumble

# Separate boys from men

in the concrete jungle

# I remember when Cassius Clay

flipped the script

# Taking trips to Zimbabwe

# Africans started calling the God

Ali, boma ye!

# It be the God stricken,

God nutrition, lightly stricken

# Blow that make you feel

like you was poison bitten

# Ha! Yo, I'm 'bout to blister

you and your sister

# Predicting every ass whipping

before my fights, my nigga

# This be your last warning

once you walk past the doorman

# Ali and Foreman gonna lock ass

until the morning

# Marvellous finances

provided by Joseph Mobutu

# Special guests of honour

like the Archbishop Desmond Tutu

# We watched the Rumble In The Jungle

# To see who be the targeted uncle

to be the first to fall and fumble

# Nuff blows they getting thrown

like solid milestones

# Internally shaking up niggas

imbalance your chromosomes

# With the force

of a thousand warriors

# When I bust your ass

identify me as the lord victorious

# Blocks on fire

# Flames getting higher

# Robbing blue collar

# Killing for a dollar

# Youths get tired

# We're dealing with them liars

# From Brooklyn to Zaire

# We need a ghetto Messiah #

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