paroles de chanson Stop The Press - Brother Ali
Another
one
of
them
long
ass
breaks.
Damn,
Brother
Ali
where
the
hell
you
been?
What,
you
disappear?
Stop
the
presses
give
me
couple
seconds
Let
tell
my
friends
what's
up
with
big
brethren
New
year
new
beard
a
new
record
Made
a
few
adjustments
I
want
to
discuss
it
In
a
life
of
pain
and
sadness
Never
would've
guessed
that
a
taste
of
success
Would've
been
the
first
time
I
ever
got
depressed
I
know
I'm
blessed
I
just
couldn't
adjust
In
life
all
I
ever
knew
how
to
do
is
fight
Scrapped
on
the
playground
fighting
for
the
mic
Trying
to
build
a
life
with
an
insane
wife
Fighting
for
a
little
bit
of
time
in
the
light
Then
I
got
a
daughter
a
car
and
house
No
one
left
to
fight
with
but
myself
Gained
a
lot
of
weight
wasn't
thinking
about
my
health
Maybe
the
music
I'm
making
could
help
I
can't
drive
'cause
this
albino
shit
Told
you
I
was
legally
blind
that's
legit
Ant
To
have
to
come
scoop
the
kid
So
I
bought
a
crib
a
couple
blocks
from
his
That's
the
greatest
friend
I
ever
had
Like
a
brother
to
me
a
borderline
dad
Maybe
making
a
record
will
get
me
on
track
Help
fix
whatever's
wrong
with
my
head
I
jumped
back
in
the
basement
at
once
Made
the
album
Us
in
a
couple
of
months
But
I
can't
lie
to
y'all
I
felt
lost
Energy
I
brought
might've
been
a
bit
off
Couple
great
moments
though
of
course
Babygirl
Puppy
Love
and
The
Travelers
I
toured
two
years
off
that
album
Was
on
the
road
ten
months
out
of
one
of
them
My
brother
BK
My
life
coach
slash
DJ
Literally
been
with
me
since
day
one
Had
a
lot
of
hard
times
had
a
lot
of
fun
Long
story
short
he
got
hell
of
a
wife
Catastrophe
damn
near
ended
her
life
Brought
our
wifeys
out
to
Hawaii
These
fuckers
got
pregnant
on
Waikiki
He
said
"I
need
to
talk
to
you
Ali
This
is
what
you
were
born
to
do,
but
not
me"
So
after
Soundset
two
thousand
and
ten
Say
goodbye
to
my
Deejay
but
not
my
friend
My
career
ain't
stop
it
just
grew
Rock(ed)
the
bells
Glastonbury
Close
enough
to
smell
Beyonce's
perfume
But
it
just
ain't
the
same
without
dude
Couldn't
slow
me
down
no
lord
Stayed
on
the
planes
and
the
busses
and
cars
Brought
a
young
DJ
into
the
squad
Sucker
quit
on
me
cause
I
toured
too
hard
"Wahhhh"
Then
me
and
Ant
had
trouble
connecting
If
I
was
here
then
he
was
always
there
Touring
or
recording
with
Atmosphere
What
the
hell's
goin
on
with
my
career
Within
a
year
my
team
disappeared
Got
a
phone
call
on
the
4th
of
July
My
dad
died,
he
committed
suicide
Shit
should've
been
there
for
him
Had
to
fly
home
from
Europe
to
bury
him
Im
sorry,
I
need
a
minute
Bismillah...)
Trying
to
hold
this
marriage
together
But
me
and
my
baby
barely
see
each
other
I'm
in
France
with
the
fans
taking
pictures
She's
with
the
kids
making
dinner
doing
dishes
She
ain't
got
to
worry
bout
me
screwing
other
_______
But
that
ain't
enough
to
make
a
woman
feel
precious
If
we
don't
start
to
intersecting
We
got
no
choice
but
grow
in
different
directions
-Damn
I
got
that
phone
call
again
You
know
the
kind
you
never
want
to
get
Mikey's
mom
couldn't
get
a
hold
of
him
And
found
him
dead
in
his
apartment
Just
drowning
in
tears
Probably
won't
get
over
that
in
all
my
years
I'll
remember
forever
A
day
later
boarded
a
plane
to
Mecca
And
the
next
month
changed
my
life
Listening
to
God
in
the
holy
sites
Inklings
I
had
all
my
life
Suddenly
presented
themselves
in
plain
sight
Any
doubts
I
had
about
the
mic
And
whether
or
not
what
I
write
is
right
Fell
out
of
sight
like
the
tears
on
the
floor
Now
I'm
going
harder
than
I
ever
did
before
Got
a
couple
of
beat
tapes
from
Jake
Genuine
dude
and
his
music
is
great
Zach
To
hold
my
tour
dates
Roll
the
tape
I
got
something
to
say
So,
I'm
gonna
go
make
this
album.
Let
me
start
it
off
right
though
1 Letter to My Countrymen
2 Letter To My Countrymen feat. Dr. Cornel West
3 Only Life I Know
4 Stop The Press
5 Mourning In America
6 Gather Round feat. Amir Sulaiman
7 Work Everyday
8 Need a Knot
9 Won More Hit
10 Say Amen
11 Fajr
12 Namesake
13 All You Need
14 My Beloved feat. Choklate and Tone Trezure
15 My Beloved
16 Singing This Song
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