"[Verse 1]   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 ave, 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      [Chorus]   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      [Verse 2]   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      [Chorus]   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      [Chorus 2]   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"      [Verse 3]   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.      [Chorus]   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      [Chorus 2]   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"      [Outro]   "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"