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from Fugees - The Score (1996)
Yo, this fucker I was wit the other day,
I was chillin' with Scott and the minute that we got in front of our crib with a shotgun. Cause jokers gonna be bustin' up in there trying to get food, clothing, shelter, TV's, forks, radios or whatever they can get there hands on. Shit is getting mad ill out here man. Joker's running out here like with MASKS on; I was with my man Pee, he think he like Charlie Chan or Robert De Niro or Bruce Lee or some shit, jumping from behind trees on Muhfuckas, like Cowboys BANG BANG or whatever you know. Trying to shoot a joker he had beef with, he wound up shootin my man up in the street, tyring to be Cowboys they can't even shoot, trying to be gangsta's but when the Beast come on the muthafuckin' block everybody break out. They beat my man Bob G. up the other day, cops, pigs vampin' on him, everybody just standin' around just watching that shit take place. Cause they only gangsta's when it comes to being gangsta's to themselves. They want to be Corleone, Luigi, or Gambino or Gotti or whatever the fuck. They run around callin' themselves Rahiem or Fuquan or Mustapha cause we think they got power, but fuck them, I got power. I got power, I got family, I got Family Business on Avon, on Chancellor, on Prince Street on Chadwick, on Stratford on Chancellor on Vailsburg. All of the Brick City. That's my family, we gonna settle The SCORE, once and for all. I'm not lettin' nobody I'm going out like a bandit. And all of these ZEALOTS trying to steal and trying to bite what I got like all of these big record companies, these corporations these stores they try to rob me. Naw man, I'm going, I'm a get mine. Me and my girl we gonna go out together we gonna be a soldier kid. When I go out, she go out. And we gonna make what we believe Manifest cause if you ain't Ready now, you ain't never gonna be ready . . . I'm always ready. |
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from Fugees - The Score (1996)
Pick up your microphones
Pick up your microphones *How many mics do we rip on the daily Say, me say many money say me say many many many How many mics do we rip on the daily Many money say me say many many many I get mad frustrated when I rhyme Thinkin of all them kids that try to do this for all the wrong reasons Season change mad things rearrange But it all stays the same like the love doctor strange I'm tame like the rapper get red like a snapper, when they do that Got your whole block saying true dat If only they knew that, it was you who was irregular Soldier soul for some secular muzac that's whack Plus you use that, loop, over and over Claiming that you got a new style, your atempts are futile, oooh child Your puerile, brain waves are sterile You can't create you just wait to take, my take Laced with malice, hands get callous, from ripping microphones From here to Dallas go ask Alice if you don't believe me I get innovisions like Stevie See me, a sin from the chalice, like the weed be Indeed we like Kalid Mohammed MC's make me vomit I get controversial, freaky style with no rehearsal Au contraire mon frere, don't you even go there Me without a mike is like a beat without a snare I dare to tear into your ego, we go, way back Like some ganja and palequo or ColecoVision My minds make incisions in your anatomy And I back this with Deuteronomy or Leviticus God made this word, you can't get with this Sweet like licorice, dangerous like syphillis, yeah *Repeat (x2) I used to be underrated, now I take iron, makes my shit constipated I'm more concentrated, so on my day off with David Sanonburg I play golf Run through Crown Heights screaming out "Mazeltoff!" Problem with noman before black I'm first hu-man Appetite to write, like Frederick Douglass with a slave hand Street pressure, word to papa I ain't going under One day I have a label and make deals with Tommy Mottola Mama always told me, "Your one in a million, Always watch our back, never tango with haitian-sicilians" Now I got a record deal, how does it feel? I'm never gonna survive unless I get crazy like Seal Cause the whole worlds' out a order So at night the feins dance on grease with John Travolta One got slaughtered as he caught blood from his mouth The other tried to duck and caught a left with my Guinness stout Brother, brother can't you get this through your head It's a setup by the feds, their scoping us with their infrareds *Repeat (x2) Too many MC's not enough mikes, exit your show like I exit the turnpike Dice and dynomite like Dolomite, double do's been like I don't Dick Van Dyke Starlight to starbrite the freaks come out at night Like my man Wyclef-"I wear my sunglasses at night" And my ponage with martial encourage Squash the squad and hide their bodies under my garage And when the cops come lookin, I be bookin to Brooklyn Beat the trails broken flipping tokens to Hoboken A clean Getaway like Alec Baldwin Driving in my fast car playing Tracy Chapman *Repeat (x2) Many, many money many many many Many, many money, ha, ha, ha |
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from Fugees - The Score (1996)
*Ready or not, Here I come, You can't hide
Gonna find you, and take it slowly Ready or not, Here I come, You can't hide Gonna find you, and make you want me Now that I escape sleep walk away those who convolate knows the world they hate Jails bars ain't golden gates those who fake they brake when they meet they four hundred pound mate if i could rule the world, everyone who have a gun and together of course we'd get the up in our their horse I kick a rhyme drinking moon shine I poor sip on the concrete, for the deceased but no don't weep, Wyclef in a state of sleep thinking about the robbe-RY that I did last WEEK Money in the bag, bank a look like a drag I wanna play with pelicans from here to Bagdad Gun blast, think fast I think I'm hit My girl pinch's my hips to see if I still exist I think not, I send a letter to my friends A born again, hooligan only to be king again *Repeat yo, I play my enemies like a game of chess where I rest no stress if you don't smoke cess, less i must confess my destany's manifest to some gortex and sweats I make tracks like i'm homeless Rap orgies with Porgie and Bess capture your bounty like Eliot Ness YES! Bless you if you represent the FU but I hex you, with some witches vu if you do-do Voodo, I could what you do, EASY! Believe me, frontin' niggaz gives me heebe-geebes so why you imitatin' Al Capone I be Nina Symone and defacating on your microphone Ready or not, Here I come, You can't hide Gonna find you, and take it slowly You can't run away from these styles I got Oh baby, hey baby cause I got a lot oh yeah... Anywhere you go, my whole crew gonna know Oh baby, hey baby you can't hide from the black gold no... Ready or not, refugees taking over The buffalo soldier, dread like rasta On the twelve hour flyby in my bomber crews went for cover now they under pushin' up flowers Superfly, true lies do or dies toss me high only profile with my crew from Lacaille I refugee from Guatanamo Bay, dance around the border like I'm Cassius Clay *Repeat (x2) |
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from Fugees - The Score (1996)
One two - I'm bout to set this off! Like this
Hip-hoppers, check it *Another MC lose his life tonight, lawwwwd I beg that you pray to Jesus Christ, why Ohh laww-WWD, father don't let him bury me, whoahhhh I haunt MC's like Mephistopheles, bringin swords of Damocles Secret service keep a close watch as if my name was Kennedy Abstract raps simple with a street format Gaze into the sky and measure planets by parallax Check out the retrograde motion, kill the notion of biting and recycling and callin it your own creation I feel like Rockwell, "Somebody's Watching Me" I got no privacy whether on land or at sea And for you biting zealots, your raps are cacophonic Hypocrite, critic, but deep inside you wish you had the pop hit It hurts don't it, a ReFugee come to your turf and take over the earth See my rhymes, are the type of fly rhymes that can only get down with my crew And if you try, to take lines or bite rhymes (hehe) we'll show you how the ReFugees do Yeah, yeah behold, as my odes, manifold on your rhymes Two MC's can't occupy the same space at the same time It's against the laws of physics So weep as your "Sweet Dreams" break up like Eurythmics Rap rejects my tape deck, ejects projectile Whether jew or gentile, I rank top percentile Many styles, more powerful than gamma rays My grammar pays, like Carlos Sanatana plays, "Black Magic Woman" So while you fumin I'm consumin mango juice under Polaris You just embarrassed cause it's your "Last Tango in Paris" And even after all my logic and my theory I add a motherfucker so you ig'nant niggaz hear me Crew remember take notes, as I sow my rap oats And for you biting zealots, here's a quote *Repeat You can try but you can't divide the tribe These cats can't rap, Mr. Author I feel no Vibe (whatchu readin?) The magazine says the girl should have gone solo The guys should stop rappin - vanish like Menudo Took it to the heart, but every actor plays his part As long as someone was listenin, I knew it was a start For me to get my chance, grab my pen and revamp (bing!) Do a cameo while everybody do the dance Quick now, cause you runnin out of luck-a Playin Mr. Big, "I'm Gonna Get You Sucka" While you munchin at your luncheon I'll be plannin your assassination, then hit you like the Dutchman I compress sound sets with my rap DBX Then drop vocals on my 456 Ampex Bring terror to the shop of horror As she cry, "Mi amor," the Phantom dies in the Opera And to the young'uns who carry gadgets And kill six days a week, then rest on the Sabbath (hold up, hold up!) Violence ain't necessary, unless you provoke me Then get buried like the great Mussolini And for you bitin zealots, your rap styles are relics No matter who you "Damage," you're still a false "Prophet" *Repeat |
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from Fugees - The Score (1996)
*Warn the town the beast is loose,
Word 'em up y'all C'mon x2 Conflicts with night sticks Illegal sales districts, Hand-picked lunatics, keep poli-TRICK-cians rich Heretics push narcotics amidst its risks and frisks, Cool cliques throw bricks but seldom hit targets Private-DIC sell hits, like porno-flicks do chicks. The 666 cut W.I.C. like Newt Gingrich SUCKS DICK Meanwhile the government brings Star Wars from glocks to glockers C.O.P. has an APB out on Chewbacca Mista Mayor, can I say something in yo honor Yesterday in Central Park they got the Jogger Okay, okay. Let's get the confusion straight in ghetto Gotham The man behind the mask you thought was Batman is Bill Clinton. Who soon retire, the roof is on fire Connie Chung brung the bomb as it comes from Oklahoma Things are getting serious, Kuumbaya, On a mountain satan offered me, Manhattan help me Jah Jah You can't search me without probable cause Or that proper ammunition they call reasonable suspicion Listen I bring friction to your whole jurisdiction You planted seeds in my seat when I wasn't lookin. Now you ask me for my license/registration "WHAT THE FUCK" is my name "WHAT THE FUCK" is my occupation Well I'm an MC, I'm down with the Fugees Mother Mary caught a flashback like Rodney now the cops got Lolly. The subconscious psychology that you use against me, If I lose control will send me to the penetentiary Such as Alcatraz, or shot up like al Hajj Malik Shabazz High class get bypassed while my ass gets harrassed. And the fuzz treat bruh's like they manhood never was, And if you too powerful, you get bugged like Peter Tosh and Marley was. And my word does nothing against the feds, So my eyes stay red as I chase crazy bald heads, WORD UP. *Repeat (x2) The chase is on I feel like the bad guy Fifth gear 125 like New Jersey drive Looked in my rear view mirror Police was getting closer Heard a roar in the sky, Looked up and saw the Blue Thunder. My inner conscious says throw your handkerchief and surrender, BUT TO WHO??? The star spangled banner ooh. Say can't you see cops more crooked than we By the dawn's early night robbin' niggas for kis. Easy low key crooked military Pay taxes out my ass but they still harrass me. The streets of corruption got me bustin and cussin' in the concrete jungle Thoughts being dribbled like that tall kid Mutumbo Handled by Hannibal Soon I'm gonna be a fugitive like Dr. Kimble. Hey yo should I slow down? Nah kid go faster, Just cause they got a badge, they could still be impostors. Probable cause, got flaws like dirty draws Meet me at the corner store so we can start the street wars. *Repeat (x3) (Skit) |
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from Fugees - The Score (1996)
We used to be number 10
Now we're permanent one, In the battle lost my finger, Mic became my arm Pistol nozzle hits your nasal, blood becomes lukewarm Tell the woman be easy Naah squeeze the Charmin Test Wyclef, see death flesh get scorned. Beat you so bad make you feel like you ain't wanna be born And tell your friends stay the hell out of my lawn. Chicken George became Dead George stealin' chickens from my farm. Damn, Another dead pigeon If your mafiosos then I'm bringin' on Haitian Sicilians Nobody's shootin', my body's made of hand grenade Girl bled to death while she was tongue-kissing a razor blade. That sounds sick maybe one eday I'll write a horror Blackula comes to the ghetto, jacks an ACURA Stevie Wonder sees Crack Babies Be-Coming Enemies of their own families. What's going on? Armageddon come you know we soon done Gun by my side just in case I gotta rump A boy on the side of Babylon, trying to front like he's down with Mount Zion. *Oooh La La La, It's the way that we rock when we're doing our thang Oooh La La La, It's the natural LA that the Refugees Bring Oooh La La La La La La Lalala La Laaah, Sweeeeet Thing Yeah in saloons we drink Boone's and battle goons till high noon, Bust rap toons on flat spoons, take no shorts like poon poon's. See hoochies pop coochies, for Gucci's and Lucci Find me in my Mitsubishi, eatin' sushi, bumpin' Fugees. Hey Hey Hey Try to take the crew and we don't play play Say say say Like Paul McCartney, not hardly, ODD-ly enough I can see right through your bluff Niggas huff and they puff but they can't handle us, WE BUST Cause we fortified, I could never hide, seen "Cooley High", Cried when Cochise died. I'm twisted, black-listed by some other negroes, Don't remove my Polos on the first episode. Ha Ha Ha Ha, You shouldn't diss refugees, and Ha Ha Ha Ha, You whole sound set's bootie , and Ha Ha Ha Ha, You have to respect JERSEY, cause I'm superfly when I'm super-high on the Fu-Gee-La. *Repeat I sit 90 degrees underneath palm trees, Smokin' beadies as I burn my calories, Brooklyn roof tops become Brooklyn tee-pees, Who that be, enemies, wanna see the death of me. From Hawaii to Hawthorne, I run marathons, like Buju Banton, I'm a true champion, like, Farakkhan reads his Daily Qu'ran it's a phenomenon, lyrics fast like Ramadan. What's goin' on Armageddon come you know we soon done Gun by my side just in case I gotta rump A boy on the side of Babylon, trying to front like he's down with Mount Zion. x2 *Repeat (x2) |
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from Fugees - The Score (1996)
[OMEGA]
Where I was born, nothing is promised My life is filled with less hope than the prophecies of Nostradamus Omega marks the ending of predictability, birth of agility Who will it be to test me and expose their futility. Iron like a lion from Zion stop tryin' so hard, I think I smell your brain cells fryin'. The family's behind you if you're worthy Philosophies developed deep in the back streets of dirty Jersey Troops with scully hats and Timberland boots No more break-dancing for loot. Niggas hustle and shoot In the Garden State, it grows stink weeds and criminals Government funds are minimal Oppression's subliminal [CLEF] These days its hard for we to find peace of mind Between insanity and sanity there lies a thin line. Some dwell in hotels with Jezebels A stone age and fall a victim to the Plague Unclean bad dreams of Wyclef being a fiend, One last kiss from my sweet serpentine Eliminate then break, Navigate to rejuvenate thoughts of suicide with my nickel plate. Reconcilation came from my enemy-friend Who said family don't bend We stay silent till the end. Now who would think that your best friend Would be your worst enemy and your enemy your best friend. Stare into the air inspiration from the atmosphere I think of old ghosts, that ain't even here. Like Alex Haley take notes on this Biography My family tree consists of street refugees. A ghetto land, where we talk slang Stolen cars bang, like my chitty bang-bang sh-bang For the heads, we ain't sellin' cocaine today So refrain and let my family reign okay [OMEGA]:CHORUS Just walkin' the streets death can take you away It's never guaranteed that you'll see the next day At night the evil armies of Shaton don't play So defend the family that's the code to obey [CLEF] But if I fall asleep and death takes me away Don't be surprised son, I wasn't put here to stay At night the evil armies of Shaton don't play So the family sticks together and we never betray [CLEF] Nah fuck that Fifty-two pick up, no cops around Fifty-two thousand in cash, I don't want no savings bonds Have the money ready, I smell something fishy Your wife's in my custody One false move and you'll find her body in the sea. That's the voice of the kid, that's the kidnapper I do my work and then I catch my ticket to Jamaica. Meet me in the alley, make sure you bring the money This ain't the seventies I'm far from a jive turkey [LAURYN] My circle it can't be broken Open, cut-throatin', provokin' Record promotin, tokens chokin' on they words like smoke and. Cause we soft spoken, doesn't mean that we've forgotten Your bootie smells rotten and one day you will be gotten See joker's is scatter-brained, their focus is unrestrained My army is trained, you never find us beefin' in vain. Cause I've seen fire and I've seen rain You claim fame, while modest niggas remain. I can judge a character like Ito judge a verdict And if you bringin' threats I give you sex if I ain't heard it. See poppin' s***'s about your attitude and how you word it I've seen the biggest niggas on the block get murdered And they deserverd it Or so the beast said when they served it ??? That s*** is nervous So what's my purpose? Family, we must preserve it. Your number's retired I hope you like the hell fires You'll be screamin' Murder she Wrote like Chaka Demus and Pliars. [OMEGA]:CHORUS Just walkin' the streets death can take you away It's never guaranteed that you'll see the next day At night the evil armies of Shaton don't play So defend the family that's the code to obey [LAURYN] If I should fall asleep and death takes me away Don't be surprised son, I wasn't put here to stay At night the evil armies of Shaton don't play So the family stick together and we never betray. [FORTE] We used to jump rope, But now we gun hope Bustin' shots off of project roof tops Sending signals with the blunt smoke. Ock, don't talk a lot if you can't hold it in lock If you think lips sink ships, Imagine full glock clips. I hold a glass of Remy Martin Gettin' milks by the carton Extortin' the light weights for thinkin' they important The night pays and heavenly ways Ain't nothin' free ah Knowledge of your family and steppin' to your B.I. You see I, stay on top of s*** like a fly My niggas reach when they got beef Then jet down to South Beach Yo mouthpiece is yappin' I hear it in your rap and My family is thick so that bulls*** could never happen. [CLEF]:CHORUS Just walkin' the streets death can take you away It's never guaranteed that you'll see the next day At night the evil armies of Shaton don't play So defend the family that's the code to obey [LAURYN] If I should fall asleep and death takes me away Don't be surprised son, I wasn't put here to stay At night the evil armies of Shaton don't play So the family stick together and we never betray. |
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from Fugees - The Score (1996)
strumming my pain with his fingers singing my life with his words killing me softly with his song killing me softly with his song telling my whole life with his words killing me softly with his song I heard he sang a good song I heard he had a style and so I came to see him listen for a while and there he was this young boy a stranger to my eyes strumming my pain with his fingers singing my life with his words killing me softly with his song killing me softly with his song telling my whole life with his words killing me softly with his song I felt all flushed with fever in there is yital crowd I felt he found my letters read each one out loud afraid that he would finish but he just kept right on strumming my pain with his fingers singing my life with his words killing me softly with his song killing me softly with his song telling my whole life with his words killng me softly with his song he sand as if he knew me in all my dark despair and then he looked right through me if I wasn't there and he just kept on singing singing clear and strong strumming my pain with his fingers singing my life with his words killing me softly with his song killing me softly with his song telling my whole life with his words killng me softly with his song strumming my pain yeah my life killing me softly with his song killing me softly with his song telling my whole life with his words killing me softly with his song telling my whole life with his words killing me softly with his song strumming my pain yeah my life killing me softly with his song killing me softly
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from Fugees - The Score (1996)
[CLEF]
Look into the rhyme Rum to the ripple Sing boo, But at times I come in triple. Blaow, blaow put the heater to your head Now your dead. Wyclef don't give a *beep* if your dead. Raaaaah, raaaah Let me attack just like the black cat You in the wrong neighborhood, check the map. Hooo, you've got to go for backup To do what you gotta do. So you'll be back with France CU Traitor in your crew is mafo heat Put the poison in your tea and kill the toad, But I'll be back with the centipede I'm on some new technique, drunken bamboo Awoo hoo a hoo, I'm taking all crews what. Competition, stimulation for the rap man Losers check your tooters While I'm suckin' on your girls hooters. Don't play macho, while you got the gun Cause if you got to reload . . . [CLEF] Wyclef the multi-talented Average heads can't handle it I'll bring it to you live Only if you want it. Me and my guitar go back like the days of the RMC's [C'mon check out my melody] The W-Y-C-L-E-F, Wyclef Through any contest I'm victorious Still keep it real, if you will and manifest Through your skills, not by how many shells you peel. [PRAZ] I'm a bring down the ruckus Play the nutcracker Rough-neck rednecks make me no bother Time after time, ask Cyndi Lauper, Boss, you don't want to fuck with my partners Motion, commotion, what's your proposal Uphold two-fold, the crew is disposal Like utensil, false idental, I autograph my lyrics with a number 2 pencil [LAURYN] I'm the L, Won't you pull it Straight to the head With the speed of a bullet Cuttin' jokers off at the meeky-freeky gullet Lyrical sedative, keep niggas medative Head rushers I give to creative kids and fiends Dreams of euphoria, Aurora, To another galaxy Phallic-sy Be this microphone, but get lifted Lyrically I'm gifted Burn on in without the roach clip (it) Henders, mind-bender Pleasure sender, So frequently your nerve endings belong to me Wrongfully you put me down not receiving the full capacity of my smoke Wack niggas choke From the fumes that I emote, Or emit shit See even I feel the mahogany L Natural hallucinogen Turning boys to men again With estrogen dreams Release blues, yellows and greens From Brownsville to Queens [DIAMOND-D] I creep like a theif, no doubt the man's swift I'm more magnificent than Lee Van Cliff You stand stiff and got the nerve to let your man riff [We know where to run] And start flakin' like dandruff. C'mon son my steelo's tight Cause by far I'm the best producer on the mic On the right, analytical conceptions With precision and leave lyrical incisions. |
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from Fugees - The Score (1996)
[CHORUS]
Have you ever worn the mask one-two one-two, M to the A to the S to the K Put the mask upon the face just to make the next day, Feds be hawkin me Jokers be stalking me, I walk the streets and camouflage my identity, My posse in the Brooklyn wear the mask. My crew in the Jersey wear the mask. Stick up kids doing boogie woogie wear the mask. Yeah everybody wear da mask but how long will it last. [CLEF] I used to work at Burger King. A king taking orders. Punching my clock. Now I'm wanted by the manager. Soupin me up sayin "Your a nice worker," "How would you like a quarter raise, move up the register" "Large in charge, but cha gotta be my spy, Come back and tell me who's baggin my fries, Getting high on company time." Hell no sirree, wrong M.C. Why should I be a spy, when you spying me, And you see whatcha thought ya saw but never seen. Ya missed ya last move, Checkmate! Crown me King, Hold my 22 pistol whipped him in his face. Hired now I'm fired, sold bud now I'm wired, Eyes pitch red but da beat bop my head Hit the streets for relief, I bumped into the Feds, I got kidnapped they took me to D.C., Have me working underground building missiles for World War III. [CHORUS] M to the A to the S to the K, Put the mask up on the face just to make the next day. Brothers be gaming, Ladies be claiming. I walk the streets and camouflage my identity. My posse Uptown wear the mask. My crew in the Queens wear the mask. Stick up kids with the Tommy Hil wear the mask. Yeah everbody wear the mask but how long will it last. [LAURYN] I thought he was the wonder, and I was stunned by his lips, Taking sips sipping Amaretto sour with a twist, Shook my hips to the bass line, this joker grabbed my waistline, Putting pressure on my spine trying to get L-Boog to wind, I backed up off him then caught him with five finger to his face, I had to put him in his place, This kids invading my space, But then I recognized the smile, but I couldn't place the style, So many fronts in his mouth, I thought he was the Golden Child, Then it hit me that's Tariq from off the street around Grams. I haven't seeen him since fifteen, when he got booked for doing scams. I tried to walk away but he wouldn't let me leave, He ran up quick behind me asking, "Yo what happened to my nigga Steve?" Steve was like this kid I went with back in Grammar School. I chuckled knucklehead I seen him yesterday he's cool, He's busted, "so who you checking for now?" Probably some intellectual. I kept the conversation straight and he kept trying to make it sexual. Then his old lady tried to play me waved her hands up in my face, Yo I told her check your man cause Bitch you acting out of place. [CHORUS] M to the A to the S to the K, Put the mask up on the face just to make the next day. Brothers be gaming, Ladies be claiming. I walk the streets and camouflage my identity. My posse Uptown wear the mask. My crew in the Queens wear the mask. Stick up kids with the Tommy Hil wear the mask. Yeah everbody wear the mask but how long will it last. [PRAZ] 3 A.M. in the morning on the Boulevard, I'm still at large engaged with my entourage, Me and Godfather and a 67 Dodge. I stepped out the note to post up my guard Searching for my car that was stolen from Scotland Yard. My first instinct was to check the chop shop garage. As I rung the bell someone tapped me on my back, I turned around to look it was a rookie in a mask. He said, "I got a itchin' on my trigger, Don't move nigga I'm taking you for murder." See cops got two faces like two laces on my Reeboks. My knees knock as I step back for a claear shot, Well did you shoot him? Naw kid I didn't have the balls, That's when I realized I'm pumpin'too much Biggie Smalls. [CHORUS] M to the A to the S to the K, Put the mask up on the face just to make the next day. Brothers be gaming, Ladies be claiming. I walk the streets and camouflage my identity. My posse Uptown wear the mask. My crew in the Queens wear the mask. Stick up kids with the Tommy Hil wear the mask. Yeah everbody wear the mask but how long will it last. |
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from Fugees - The Score (1996)
A dedication to all the refugees worldwide
One time say, say, say I remember when we used to sit in the government yard in Brooklyn Observing the crookedness as it mingled with the good people we meet Good friends we had, good friends we've lost along the way In this great future you can't forget your past, so dry your tears I say and to my peeps who passed away No woman, no cry, no woman no cry, say say say Hey little sister don't shed no tears No woman no cry say say say I remember when we used to rock in a project yard in Jersey And little Georgie would make the firelight As stolen cars passed through the night And then we'd hit the corner store for Roots, paper, and brew My drink's my only remedy For pain of losing family, but while I'm gone Shorty, Everything's gonna be alright, everything's gonna be alright Fugees come to the dance tonight, everything's gonna be alright O everything's gonna be alright The gun man's in the house tonight But everything's gonna be alright Oh ah oh ah, oh ah oh ah, oh ah oh ah Oh ah oh ah, oh ah oh ah, oh ah oh ah Oh ah oh ah No woman no cry, no woman no cry Hey, little sister, don't shed no tears No woman no cry say say say I remember when we used to sit in a government yard in Trenchtown The hypocrites as they mingled with the good people we meet Good friends we had Oh good friends we've lost Along the way hey, in this great future You can't forget your past so dry your tears I say And no woman no cry, no woman no cry say say say Hey, little sistser, don't shed no tears No woman no cry and to my peeps who passed away Oh ah oh ah, oh ah oh ah, oh ah oh ah Oh ah oh ah, oh ah oh ah |
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from Fugees - The Score (1996)
I woke up this morning I was feeling kind of high
It was me, Jesus Christ and Haile Selassie Selassie said greetings in the name of the most high, Jah Rhastafari, Christ, took a sip of the Amaretto, Passed it down the table said today I'll be betrayed by one you 12 disciples Give me a clue who could do this to you? The kid on the block who makes less money than you. Crooked cops pulled up, they offered him 30 pieces of silver All he got to do is deliver the savior Right on Bergen St. from bad luck to good luck My cup runneth over, pass it down, guzzle up The time has arrived, the prophecy will manifest I saw death, I got scared, butterflies on my chest Father if possible, pass this cup before me, But it's too late I chose my destiny in Gethsemane. You see I loved hard once, but the love wasn't returned I found out the man I'd die for, he wasn't even concerned And time it turned, He tried to burn me like a perm Though my eyes saw the deception, My heart wouldn't let me learn From um, some, dumb woman, was I, And everytime he'd lie, he would cry and inside I'd die. My heart must have died a thousand deaths Compared myself to Toni Braxton thought I'd never catch my breath Nothing left, he stole the heart beating from my chest I tried to call the cops, that type of thief you can't arrest Pain suppressed, will lead to cardiac arrest Diamonds deserve diamonds, but he convinced me I was worth less when my peoples would protest, I told them mind their business, cause my s*** was complex More than just the sex I was blessed, but couldn't feel it like when I was caressed I'd spend nights clutching my breasts overwhelmed by God's test I was God's best contemplating death with a Gillette But no man is ever worth the paradise MANIFEST Gun-clap Shell cap, Got them crawling on they back Come through with the Fu They be who the F**k is that It's unpredictable, when my tongue performs like Jujitsu Cut you with my lyrics, stab you with my pencil Lethal injection, witness protection Refugee camp's under investigation Gunshot bursts in all directions For the wack MC's we read your revelations Discharge through your pores Get raw and kill Boors I can Capleton when I'm on a Tour Some manifest, with slugs in they chest God bless all the Cowboys in the Wild Wild West |
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from Fugees - The Score (1996)
We used to be number 10
But now we're permanent one Wyclef, Preacher's Son, Ichi bang, Listen Mrs. Tin Can I'm your candy handy man Me without you is like American without the Band Stand Cool fellow, dancehall stay mellow, All that guntalk who would have thought you died yellow Damn, another hero wannabe Now he sleeps with his friends in the mortuary Dude, I find it rude, when you intrude, My pistol nozzle hits your nasal, Doo doo comes out your anal Just because your buff, don't play tuff Cause I'll reverse the earth and turn your flesh back to dust. Ooooh La La La, It's the way that we rock when we're doing our ting Oooh La La La, It's the natural LA that the Refugees Bring Oooh La La La La La La Lalala La Laaah, Sweeeeet Thing I stay high off the Fu-Gee-La Bust when we rush, Through you must, know ruckus Crew got G's like the refu's So F who Ever want to test Bring me stress, West coast back to east, Grab my toast when I reach Truly curvin', swervin, lifestyle is urban, Sippin' Bourbon, surviving We real to keep the word when A boy want fa testthis set Then you get wet-up Just a bit to unprepared to to shoot him fair bet Fake bullets can't scar me I can smell the weak out like safari Play you out like Atari Sacrifice you Hari Kari And I'm sorry, To every single rapper, Dick and Harry Saying they want to spar me Cause how thick my repertoire And my memoir be Reminding me of eating Calamari in the Khalahari with a band of Rhastafari. Ha Ha Ha Ha, You shouldn't diss refugees, and Ha Ha Ha Ha, You whole sound set's bootie , and *Oooh La La La, It's the way that we rock when we're doing our ting Oooh La La La, It's the remix sound that the Refugees Bring Oooh La La La La La La Lalala La Laaah, Sweeeeet Thing I sit 90 degrees underneath palm trees, Sitting in the cool breeze in the West Indies Flea to sea, Ship my keys On the Santa Maria, sip Sangria with senoritas (They keep telling me this and telling me that) They smile in my face then they talk behind my back But what they lack is the facts about my stats My rap impact will kill you softly like Roberta Flack Ayo, What's goin' on Armageddon come you know we soon done Gun by my side just in case I gotta rump A boy on the side of Babylon, Trying to front like he's down with Mount Zion. x2 *Repeat |
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from Fugees - The Score (1996)
We used to be number 10
But now we're permanent one Wyclef, Preacher's Son, Ichi bang, Listen Mrs. Tin Can I'm your candy handy man Me without you is like American without the Band Stand Cool fellow, dancehall stay mellow, All that guntalk who would have thought you died yellow Damn, another hero wannabe Now he sleeps with his friends in the mortuary Dude, I find it rude, when you intrude, My pistol nozzle hits your nasal, Doo doo comes out your anal Just because your buff, don't play tuff Cause I'll reverse the earth and turn your flesh back to dust. Ooooh La La La, It's the way that we rock when we're doing our ting Oooh La La La, It's the natural LA that the Refugees Bring Oooh La La La La La La Lalala La Laaah, Sweeeeet Thing I stay high off the Fu-Gee-La Bust when we rush, Through you must, know ruckus Crew got G's like the refu's So F who Ever want to test Bring me stress, West coast back to east, Grab my toast when I reach Truly curvin', swervin, lifestyle is urban, Sippin' Bourbon, surviving We real to keep the word when A boy want fa testthis set Then you get wet-up Just a bit to unprepared to to shoot him fair bet Fake bullets can't scar me I can smell the weak out like safari Play you out like Atari Sacrifice you Hari Kari And I'm sorry, To every single rapper, Dick and Harry Saying they want to spar me Cause how thick my repertoire And my memoir be Reminding me of eating Calamari in the Khalahari with a band of Rhastafari. Ha Ha Ha Ha, You shouldn't diss refugees, and Ha Ha Ha Ha, You whole sound set's bootie , and *Oooh La La La, It's the way that we rock when we're doing our ting Oooh La La La, It's the remix sound that the Refugees Bring Oooh La La La La La La Lalala La Laaah, Sweeeeet Thing I sit 90 degrees underneath palm trees, Sitting in the cool breeze in the West Indies Flea to sea, Ship my keys On the Santa Maria, sip Sangria with senoritas (They keep telling me this and telling me that) They smile in my face then they talk behind my back But what they lack is the facts about my stats My rap impact will kill you softly like Roberta Flack Ayo, What's goin' on Armageddon come you know we soon done Gun by my side just in case I gotta rump A boy on the side of Babylon, Trying to front like he's down with Mount Zion. x2 *Repeat (x2) |
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from Fugees - The Score (1996)
Mista mista
Can I get five dollars So I can get something to eat HELL NO MOTHERFUCKA You can't get no money from me Cause everytime I give you a dollar You go get shot up with more and more needles And you tell me that you're drug free Drug Free Mista mista I haven't ate anything for a week Can I get a quarter? HELL NO MOTHERFUCKA What can a quarter get you? Nothing motherfucka You are just fucked up Off them fucked up drugs You know you need to leave alone But you keep telling me that you're drug free MOTHERFUCKA You ain't drug free, you're a fiend And everytime I try to help you You pretend as if it's okay Then later on in the week You go back to shootin' needles, to sniffin' Oh mf, but you told me you were DRUG FREE DRUG FREE You ain't drug free motherfucka So you damn well, can't get no motherfuckin money from me |
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from With H - Doo Wop (2004)
A dedication to all the refugees worldwide
One time say, say, say I remember when we used to sit In the government yard in Brooklyn Oba-Observing the crookedness As it mingled with the good people we meet Good friends we had, oh Good friends we've lost along the way In this great future you can't forget your past So dry your tears I say And to my peeps who passed away No woman, no cry No woman no cry, say say say Hey little sister, don't shed no tears No woman no cry, say say say I remember when we used to rock In a project yard in Jersey And little Georgie would make the firelight As stolen cars passed through the night And then we'd hit the corner store For roots, paper, and brew brew My drinks my only remedy For pain of losing family But while I'm gone Shorty Everything's gonna be alright Everything's gonna be alright Fugees come to the dance tonight Everything's gonna be alright O everything's gonna be alright The gun man's in the house tonight But everything's gonna be alright Oh ah oh ah Oh ah oh ah Oh ah oh ah Oh ah oh ah Oh ah oh ah Oh ah oh ah Oh ah oh ah No woman no cry, no woman no cry Hey, little sister, don't shed no tears No woman no cry say say say I remember when we used to sit In a government yard in Trenchtown Oba-Observing the hypocrites As they mingled with the good people we meet Good friends we had Oh Good friends we've lost Along the way hey In this great future you can't forget your past So dry your tears I say And no woman no cry. No woman no cry say say say Hey, little sistser, don't shed no tears No woman no cry and to my peeps who passed away Oh ah oh ah Oh ah oh ah Oh ah oh ah Oh ah oh ah Oh ah oh ah |
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from Fugees - Blunted On Reality (1994)
THE YEAR Two-thousand and seventeen master! THE MAN Every two-thousand years a prophecy is prophesized THE MISSION To carry out the word of the shephard into this cold world that just keeps folding THE GROUP I don't know... WHO IS THE GROUP Tran...Tranzlators!!What can make a mighty man run? Make him drop his pride and hide? Too black, too strong... WRONG Spook Sambo Nigga Jane You ain't so bad, nor big White sheets make you sad Fraid you're gonna hang, ahhh Now THAT'S a black thang Boy, you scared of me BOO! See Hide nigga hide, flee nigga flee run nigga run If I got my hood, my cross, my tree my gun My rope And it's a long one |
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from Fugees - Blunted On Reality (1994)
Why am I trapped in a cage? (THE NAPPY HEADS ARE COMIN OUT) Barber can I get a fade? (THE NAPPY HEADS ARE COMIN OUT) Teacher teacher check my grades (THE NAPPY HEADS ARE COMIN OUT) I grab the mic in a RAGE... You maintain to put a negro in pain you used to diss me |
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from Fugees - Blunted On Reality (1994)
"And when you feelin down.. recharge!" Now and, forevers, them emperors, are nova The lovin, the huggin, will never be overBack up back up boy, don't get me started Still the MC, hit the target, you get bombarded yeah Affect the minds, let the blind evaporate Let me elaborate, ohhhhh nooooooo (it's too late) Push the button, cause I'ma get ?? Pass me a SCUD missle, so I can bomb the land Yo Pras (what?) Yo Pras (what?) Some start to wonder Some see lightning, some hear THUNDER Shades of a black man, maybe the black panther Makin MC's run when it come to rappin I'm the Darth Vader I'm not regular, consider me ir-regular from the regular rapper ones that lumber But I come from a slum where many bum Sometimes I cooled out, while my boys were in prison I always told them that right, overrules wrong cause ever since a boy mama told me judgment they will come son So I watch what I do, what I say, how I PLAY and hope that I make it through the next day Cause the streets are like a jungle, they got me say OH-AY-OH-AY-OH, cause Tarzan's a black man So I'm waiting for a break in the record company so I could take you MC's, back to camp I mean Cause with a flick of my wrist, I come rewind another RHYME I got more rhymes than a church got WINES Ever since middle school, I used to, rule The ?? mule, people called my talent beautiful Never lost a battle, they thought I was buckWILD They didn't know that a ReFugee could rock so well So here's the resurrection, upon Wyclef in hell Check me or my team as I recharge your body Livin to be given, chillin like Bob Dylan Like Michael I'm Thrillin, I'm not dealin to be illin Runnin a mask ??, like the task force The cause is laws, the laws that broke your jaw now I'm, gettin raw on a thing like a mean machine (Why you runnin around with the same old thing? Humm.. you know what I mean, yeah) I search and search, I start to faint but never never never fall in entertain Don't beam me up Scotty, I'm audi like John Gotti Drivin in black CaddySuccess for the next man is success for myself Vanity's vanity yet I still wanted wealth I know there's a true God, but it still makes me think of Yusef.. now is the notty dread dead? Believe in the Bible because it promise eternity Six six six, that makes you, my adversary So I, watch my back and hopin I don't get taxed I used to, rip the rapper cause they said we'd been said wack I know what the critics they say, keep it commercial I used to freestyle, but everything now is rehearsal I miss the old school, so tell me what will I do? I guess I'll start a revolution with the Tranzlator Crew, so.. Check me or my team as I recharge your body (8X) Check it out all MC's I'm about to pull out my slingshot Here it comes! Me lick me one, me lick me one one Me lick me one, me lick me one one Me lick me onnnnnnnnnnne Me come for them alllllllll Me lick me one one one, lick bumba rum Follow me follow me follow me follow me Me lick me one, me lick me one one Me lick me one, me lick me one one Me lick me onnnnnnnnnnne Me come for them alllllllll Me lick me one one one, lick bumba rum Follow me follow me follow me follow me (Me lick me one one) They label me (WHAT?) the MC psycho Prim' you up, but don't mistake me for Sunoco Cuss to get loose, now you got the micro' Joe Who talkin about hope? Poquito dinero means I work hard, but got no money, and that ain't funny Hey honey when you work for free see it's hard to get a lady baby But they say good things come to those wait So I wait, no ego trip, and on the mic I penetrate Elevate as I battle for high stakes Many gamble, I eat you like an ANIMAL cause he gambled for the dime that he didn't have He woke up in a dream and found his body in a body bag Wyclef pissed cause, oh what I really said is is I'm that funky, big up def in pig latin man, hah A lot of rappers try to outrap, but miss me yo But I'm askin every teachers everything he know There's always one trick, to make em slip So let me predict in pure trick I'm sure the rap form will recharge Me lick me one, me lick me one one Me lick me one, me lick me one one Me lick me onnnnnnnnnnne Me come for them alllllllll Me lick me one one one, lick bumba rum Follow me follow me follow me follow me Check them style out of Wy and Prazwell Bad man fire M-16 Police man fire AK=47 Soldier man... them a fire ?? and them gun shoot for.. woy! Bad man fire M-16 Police man fire AK=47 Soldier man... them a fire ?? and them gun shoot for.. woy! |
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from Fugees - Blunted On Reality (1994)
Yo, this is the Fugees Refugees About to take you on a journey Into the dimensions of the Booka basement The basement, word Uhh Hey yo, one two three! The crew is called Re-Fu-Ge-ee-es An if yu come fa tes the rap stylee Stop the violence and just bring it on, willld Verse One: Lauryn Hill Hey yo I, feel kind of melancholy people think they really know me I keep a wrap about me while I'm driving daddy's Audi I pay the toll fighting for my own soul Cause the bourgeoise type of mental sucks like a flat comb But I be baitin the rebel base to bass distort the EQ The devil's wishin they could send me back to Mogadishu Cause I've been wild since I was a juvenile Afro-centric profile, back when righteous rap was your style Now kids are whylin so I ask the bad black Boogie bandit, what's the damage, gimme the estimate then pray tell me when's the revolution will begin? I turn on my TV I check out Farrakhan on CNN see I'm like the phantom that's flying like the bird do And things you never heard plus I come from the suburbs Word to God, I heard you're acting kind of hard And you got your skin scarred when they was shootin on the boulevard [Lauryn Hill] (You got the vocab) I got the vocab (On the real got the vocab) You know we got the vocab (All my peeps got the vocab) Yeah, we got the vocab [Lauryn] Aiyyo Praz, grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab Verse Two: Prazwell Then cast off from here to Mexico You see my four-five-six a-be my Celo And when I rest my head is on a pillow Be-ba-dee-be, be-dee-be, be-dee-be-bo You see the skills I manifest is very tho-rough And if you don't believe me ask Freres Ja-cques Mmmm, Freres Jacques, Freres Jacques A dorme vous? A dorme vous? WATCH OUT NOW! When I choose to speak I'm forming the cipher fly East to the Five Percenter Knowledge is born, to all beginners Cast the first stone, if you feel you ain't a sinner, ahh Say o-ur father, who art in heaven Forgive the foolish rapper for he not know how Fugee be steppin Correct and, stopped and kept in, nuff respect to the DJ, that be selectin, the type of record ahhh [Prazwell] (You got the vocab) I got the vocab (The click's got the vocab) You know they got vocab (Brooklyn got the vocab) We got the vocab [Lauryn] Aiyyo Clef grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab Verse Three: Wyclef Check it out, here we go Back in Eighty-TREE, no one wanted to be NAPPY I turn on my TV, it's a dreadlock for FREE Kill the gimmick It's nonsense, it's no sense or value a rapper, disaster, nobody ever told me that "Roxanne, you don't got to work for money no more!!"... and... Back in the days I used to listen to Kool G Rap Way back when before guns became gats and Run-D.M.C. used to ask Mary was she buggin? I loved P.E., they kept me concious of what I was saying Afrika Bambaata, Poor Righteous Teacher Got within myself so it made me a Five Percenter Say La-Di-Da-Di, UHH! we like to party but my jam was BDP, with My Philosophy Say Grandmaster Flash, MC Melle Mel Then LL Cool J came with Rock the Bells! See I'm the one for the crew, like a Jew is a Jew Like Apollo got the moon, like the men who got the blue Like the Fu got the Manchu, Chaka got the Zulu Hawaii got the Honolulu I got the rap lieu, so skippedy-de-bop-bop you don't stop You do the rock-rock from hip-hop through be-bop from be-bop to bee-bee [Lauryn Hill] (You got the vocab) I got the vocab (Boogie Down got the vocab) You know they got the vocab (Black people got the vocab) Word, we got the vocab [Lauryn] Aiyyo peeps, grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab (You got the vocab) Yeahh, we got the vocab (Queens got the vocab) You know y'all got the vocab (Uptown got the vocab) Yeahh, they got the vocab [Lauryn] Aiyyo, bros grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab (DC got the vocab) Word, y'all got the vocab (Virginia got the vocab) Aiyy, I know y'all got the vocab (Oakland got the vocab) Word, they got the vocab [Lauryn] Aiyyo, sisters grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab |
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from Fugees - Blunted On Reality (1994)
Delivered straight from the temple Hip hop ya don't stop One o'clock, two o'clock, three o'clock, rock! Well as an infant I was born into religion, My mother called me Baptist But what she forgot to mention Was what Baptist meant. The story goes God sent his only begotten son To make sure that I would have one. As I learned in Sunday school, He's ........ to disrespect my mother and father would be taboo. But as I grew I met a Jew, a Catholic and a Protestant And couldn't figure out where Baptist fit. Hastily got crazy that ya made me see Brother has confronted me with such ambiguity. Are you Jehovah, Buddha, or shall I call you Allah? All the words for Heavenly Father. I just like to be a scholar on the subject called theology, So that's how mi figure, While they call themselves Christians, used'a call me nigga. And ...... black hole leaves no control over thought. I leave my body to see where the pits Go high when the physical takes control. No communications with the inner self The prize is the otherwise wise, who has spiritual health. Got to explain, they had the problems visions of gettin' along with herself, Cheap on the corner, cornered herself and becomes a mourner. Logic, brothers - Ah, yo sista, can Prazwel and Wyclef get some - check it out. Delivered straight from the temple, Hip hop ya don't stop One o'clock, two o'clock, three o'clock, rock! Delivered straight from the temple, I had no time to sample, My cousin's name was Samuel, I wasn't allowed to use the turntables, My dad was a preacher so rap music was your devilism, And if the words'd say |
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from Fugees - Blunted On Reality (1994)
AhhhhhH! Check the crippled man, sittin in the church My conscience hurts, flesh like me hits the dirt She's paralyzed from her feet to her thighs And the man who pulled the trigger didn't even lose his necktie Hi/I check Jimmy cuttin hair at the barbershop He plays the bass guitar, like David plays the harp His knowledge name is Greek, cause whenever he speaks He's got the wisdom of King Solomon bags in his eyes from no sleep Sometimes he thought of the fame in Madison Square Garden So some seek stardom, but they forget Harlem But seeking first of all the kingdom of God is what my pops told me So if I fall, could the choir catch me I flew away, on a mountain, got tempted by Satan Got bitten by a cobra, but the Lord took my venom So who's side am I on? I'm on the righteous Always check the s, no time to contradict Some seek stardom, then they forget Harlem (3X) They/brothers/sisters/families/people/we/brothers keep their pockets full, but their souls run empty Well aiyyo family I beseech you, in the hopes that I may reach you My mother taught me one day that this mid-day would come someday Born to talk that jive, with peaky hair grown wild And teachers disliked me, cause I knew where my culture be So now yeah mom I read history, I can't neglect my passion see Rock it's kind of new to me, cause my true love was poetry White was good and bad was black but black was just a massa lackey built for that B. Nimble Jack and I'd like to save you from the wicked D-Dog clear I wouldn't be wet The black to mourn, tomorrow's death The evil things, glad that I, while angels wrote this violence why? Help me make me comprehend my black bezerk and why cast it Time to blaze the angels nappy heads are braided that you make me see what's hard for me that don't make you flee when I enter your vicinity, you see my God ain't never after me So yo I be wised up with Greek To go and be, the last and good and see what's wrong with me and through your insecurity of me and my ability So bredren won't you let me be or has thou asked to much from thy to tell the truth and not to lie? Oh my... 2X But as I grew, I knew cause the master told me from a baby to a woman from a woman to a baby Life is so short, hardcore becomes hard-corpse Step in a coffin where the money's no longer the source singing There we go, there we go, there we go I got mine now won't you get yours, we never open doors so we neglect, and don't protect the ones that's not people never really seem to care And then they cry out, "My people! Why aren't we treated equal?" As we flee, we flee our own communities We leave our family in poverty And then we blame it on another, so family please recover Oh c'mon please come now with you can come with me now and blow now if you want to, we're through... 4X |
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from Fugees - Blunted On Reality (1994)
Yo check it out. This is the boy Wyclef from Tranzlators, I'm coming from the Booga Basement with a roots drink in my hands. So put the Rotts tonics in the air, yeah cause I'm-a start this one off like THIS. Cause niggaz are living like there ain't no tomorrow. I nuked this on the S900 cause I couldn't fford a 1100. I'm-a start this one a little something like this. Here we go. Hey yo people you're living like there ain't no tomorrow You get caught in the terra asside em and ga morro Father, forgeive him for he know not what he done When the bum search for drums, the son search for condoms He seek no, with his ring but with his head That leave many dead in hospital beds; now you and death are newlyweds So before I enter the tunnel I step back and shake it Is it world the death or better life in a casket Destuction of the flesh, new reporter wasn't coming The devil cursed him cause he couldn't follow 10 commandments Hook Living like there ain't no tomorrow You're living like there ain't no tomorrow You're living like there ain't no tomorrow You open up your eyes and them was ga marrow. WOO! Living like there ain't no tomorrow You're living like there ain't no tomorrow You're living like there ain't no tomorrow Open up your eyes. I called up the VP, she told me she was busy watching TV with Roxy I told her I was coming, she said that ain't necessary three's a crowd, so what's the philosophy? Another girl trying to take my girl away from me, easy Fuck the door, I jumped through the window SOMEWHERE over the rainbow Paranable and the bitch still in my home Stick stick in your socket, I sacrifice you like a live rabbit Fatal attraction the coffin's the cabinet Cause in the 90's girls got dicks So keep the light on and make sure that the chick don't that back She said that she did it with some girl named Lisa I said what's the boot yo, she pulled the camcorder Bust it, so what's the charge, you called me a womanizor? I tried to say sorrym she said say sorry for Taquisha. Chairs come flying my way like balls at basketball practice. Call the priest cause she's turning to the exorcist She kicked me out cause she was paying for the apartment That's real, you got no girl, if you got no money to spend But she had loved me for my mind and my poetic skills But bow i'm checking magazings and getting cheap thrills Asking myself when will it end? Cause when it came to sex, my hand was my best friends Hook (Replace you're with I'm and me) I had a cousin like a brother He tried to play me undercover He said I didn't bang her But the girl was his secret lover But I played stupid like my brain had no minerals It's so hard to say good-bye we singing at the funeral Girls smash it up easy, when they know they got the bugsy He used to sleep alone, but now he's riding Mrs. Daisy You say all my business my life's my life my knife's my knife So I be the lion that guards the trife But at the party, I still move my waistline A girl approached me and asked me for the time I said; no disrespect, but check the watch on your wrist And if you're looking for a hit check Charles Bronson from Death Wish Then All of a sudden her man pushed me from the back I turned out real cool- I said why did you do that? The name is Clef, Clef bon Then mark my word that I'm-a break your fucking arm Unless you apologize and pick on someone your size Not too cookoo-hit you-but the 4 to the 5 Point it to your nose Now your blood turns to snow. Hook Yeah, word is born |
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Why am I trapped in a cage? (THE NAPPY HEADS ARE COMIN OUT) Barber can I get a fade? (THE NAPPY HEADS ARE COMIN OUT) Teacher teacher check my grades (THE NAPPY HEADS ARE COMIN OUT) I grab the mic in a RAGE... You maintain to put a negro in pain you used to diss me |
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from Fugees - Fu Gee La [single] (1996)
[CLEF]
We used to be number 10 But now we're permanent one Wyclef, Preacher's Son, Ichiban, I'm your candy handy man Me without you is like American without the Band Stand Cool fellow, dancehall stay mellow, All that guntalk who would have thought you died yellow Damn, another hero wannabe Now he sleeps with his friends in the mortuary Dude, I find it rude, when you intrude, My pistol nozzle hits your nasal, Doo doo comes out your anal Just because your buff, don't play tuff Cause I'll reverse the earth and turn your flesh back to dust. [LAURYN]:CHORUS Ooooh La La La, It's the way that we rock when we're doing our ting Oooh La La La, It's the natural light that the Refugees Bring Oooh La La La La La La Lalala La Laaah, Sweeeeet Thing [FORTE] I stay high off the Fu-Gee-La Bust when we rush, Through you must, know ruckus Crew got G's like the refu's So F who Ever want to test Bring me stress, West coast back to east, Grab my toast when I reach Truly curvin', swervin, lifestyle is urban, Sippin' Bourbon, surviving We real to keep the word when A boy want fa testthis set Then you get wet-up Just a bit to unprepared to to shoot him fair bet [LAURYN] Fake bullets can't scar me I can smell the weak out like safari Play you out like Atari Sacrifice you Hari Kari And I'm sorry, To every single rapper, Dick and Harry Saying they want to spar me Cause how thick my repertoire And my memoir be Reminding me of eating Calamari in the Khalahari with a band of Rhastafari. Ha Ha Ha Ha, You shouldn't diss refugees, and Ha Ha Ha Ha, You whole sound set's bootie , and [LAURYN]:CHORUS Oooh La La La, It's the way that we rock when we're doing our ting Oooh La La La, It's the remix sound that the Refugees Bring Oooh La La La La La La Lalala La Laaah, Sweeeeet Thing [PRAZ] I sit 90 degrees underneath palm trees, Sitting in the cool breeze in the West Indies Flea to sea, Ship my keys On the Santa Maria, sip Sangria with senoritas (They keep telling me this and telling me that) They smile in my face then they talk behind my back But what they lack is the facts about my stats My rap impact will kill you softly like Roberta Flack [CLEF] 2X Ayo, What's goin' on Armageddon come you know we soon done Gun by my side just in case I gotta rump A boy on the side of Babylon, Trying to front like he's down with Mount Zion. |
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[CLEF]
We used to be number 10 But now we're permanent one Wyclef, Preacher's Son, Ichiban, I'm your candy handy man Me without you is like American without the Band Stand Cool fellow, dancehall stay mellow, All that guntalk who would have thought you died yellow Damn, another hero wannabe Now he sleeps with his friends in the mortuary Dude, I find it rude, when you intrude, My pistol nozzle hits your nasal, Doo doo comes out your anal Just because your buff, don't play tuff Cause I'll reverse the earth and turn your flesh back to dust. [LAURYN]:CHORUS Ooooh La La La, It's the way that we rock when we're doing our ting Oooh La La La, It's the natural light that the Refugees Bring Oooh La La La La La La Lalala La Laaah, Sweeeeet Thing [FORTE] I stay high off the Fu-Gee-La Bust when we rush, Through you must, know ruckus Crew got G's like the refu's So F who Ever want to test Bring me stress, West coast back to east, Grab my toast when I reach Truly curvin', swervin, lifestyle is urban, Sippin' Bourbon, surviving We real to keep the word when A boy want fa testthis set Then you get wet-up Just a bit to unprepared to to shoot him fair bet [LAURYN] Fake bullets can't scar me I can smell the weak out like safari Play you out like Atari Sacrifice you Hari Kari And I'm sorry, To every single rapper, Dick and Harry Saying they want to spar me Cause how thick my repertoire And my memoir be Reminding me of eating Calamari in the Khalahari with a band of Rhastafari. Ha Ha Ha Ha, You shouldn't diss refugees, and Ha Ha Ha Ha, You whole sound set's bootie , and [LAURYN]:CHORUS Oooh La La La, It's the way that we rock when we're doing our ting Oooh La La La, It's the remix sound that the Refugees Bring Oooh La La La La La La Lalala La Laaah, Sweeeeet Thing [PRAZ] I sit 90 degrees underneath palm trees, Sitting in the cool breeze in the West Indies Flea to sea, Ship my keys On the Santa Maria, sip Sangria with senoritas (They keep telling me this and telling me that) They smile in my face then they talk behind my back But what they lack is the facts about my stats My rap impact will kill you softly like Roberta Flack [CLEF] 2X Ayo, What's goin' on Armageddon come you know we soon done Gun by my side just in case I gotta rump A boy on the side of Babylon, Trying to front like he's down with Mount Zion. |
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[CLEF]
We used to be number 10 But now we're permanent one Wyclef, Preacher's Son, Ichiban, I'm your candy handy man Me without you is like American without the Band Stand Cool fellow, dancehall stay mellow, All that guntalk who would have thought you died yellow Damn, another hero wannabe Now he sleeps with his friends in the mortuary Dude, I find it rude, when you intrude, My pistol nozzle hits your nasal, Doo doo comes out your anal Just because your buff, don't play tuff Cause I'll reverse the earth and turn your flesh back to dust. [LAURYN]:CHORUS Ooooh La La La, It's the way that we rock when we're doing our ting Oooh La La La, It's the natural light that the Refugees Bring Oooh La La La La La La Lalala La Laaah, Sweeeeet Thing [FORTE] I stay high off the Fu-Gee-La Bust when we rush, Through you must, know ruckus Crew got G's like the refu's So F who Ever want to test Bring me stress, West coast back to east, Grab my toast when I reach Truly curvin', swervin, lifestyle is urban, Sippin' Bourbon, surviving We real to keep the word when A boy want fa testthis set Then you get wet-up Just a bit to unprepared to to shoot him fair bet [LAURYN] Fake bullets can't scar me I can smell the weak out like safari Play you out like Atari Sacrifice you Hari Kari And I'm sorry, To every single rapper, Dick and Harry Saying they want to spar me Cause how thick my repertoire And my memoir be Reminding me of eating Calamari in the Khalahari with a band of Rhastafari. Ha Ha Ha Ha, You shouldn't diss refugees, and Ha Ha Ha Ha, You whole sound set's bootie , and [LAURYN]:CHORUS Oooh La La La, It's the way that we rock when we're doing our ting Oooh La La La, It's the remix sound that the Refugees Bring Oooh La La La La La La Lalala La Laaah, Sweeeeet Thing [PRAZ] I sit 90 degrees underneath palm trees, Sitting in the cool breeze in the West Indies Flea to sea, Ship my keys On the Santa Maria, sip Sangria with senoritas (They keep telling me this and telling me that) They smile in my face then they talk behind my back But what they lack is the facts about my stats My rap impact will kill you softly like Roberta Flack [CLEF] 2X Ayo, What's goin' on Armageddon come you know we soon done Gun by my side just in case I gotta rump A boy on the side of Babylon, Trying to front like he's down with Mount Zion. |
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from Fugees - Fu Gee La [single] (1996)
[CLEF]
We used to be number 10 But now we're permanent one Wyclef, Preacher's Son, Ichiban, I'm your candy handy man Me without you is like American without the Band Stand Cool fellow, dancehall stay mellow, All that guntalk who would have thought you died yellow Damn, another hero wannabe Now he sleeps with his friends in the mortuary Dude, I find it rude, when you intrude, My pistol nozzle hits your nasal, Doo doo comes out your anal Just because your buff, don't play tuff Cause I'll reverse the earth and turn your flesh back to dust. [LAURYN]:CHORUS Ooooh La La La, It's the way that we rock when we're doing our ting Oooh La La La, It's the natural light that the Refugees Bring Oooh La La La La La La Lalala La Laaah, Sweeeeet Thing [FORTE] I stay high off the Fu-Gee-La Bust when we rush, Through you must, know ruckus Crew got G's like the refu's So F who Ever want to test Bring me stress, West coast back to east, Grab my toast when I reach Truly curvin', swervin, lifestyle is urban, Sippin' Bourbon, surviving We real to keep the word when A boy want fa testthis set Then you get wet-up Just a bit to unprepared to to shoot him fair bet [LAURYN] Fake bullets can't scar me I can smell the weak out like safari Play you out like Atari Sacrifice you Hari Kari And I'm sorry, To every single rapper, Dick and Harry Saying they want to spar me Cause how thick my repertoire And my memoir be Reminding me of eating Calamari in the Khalahari with a band of Rhastafari. Ha Ha Ha Ha, You shouldn't diss refugees, and Ha Ha Ha Ha, You whole sound set's bootie , and [LAURYN]:CHORUS Oooh La La La, It's the way that we rock when we're doing our ting Oooh La La La, It's the remix sound that the Refugees Bring Oooh La La La La La La Lalala La Laaah, Sweeeeet Thing [PRAZ] I sit 90 degrees underneath palm trees, Sitting in the cool breeze in the West Indies Flea to sea, Ship my keys On the Santa Maria, sip Sangria with senoritas (They keep telling me this and telling me that) They smile in my face then they talk behind my back But what they lack is the facts about my stats My rap impact will kill you softly like Roberta Flack [CLEF] 2X Ayo, What's goin' on Armageddon come you know we soon done Gun by my side just in case I gotta rump A boy on the side of Babylon, Trying to front like he's down with Mount Zion. |
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from Fugees - Fu Gee La [single] (1996)
[CLEF]
We used to be number 10 But now we're permanent one Wyclef, Preacher's Son, Ichiban, I'm your candy handy man Me without you is like American without the Band Stand Cool fellow, dancehall stay mellow, All that guntalk who would have thought you died yellow Damn, another hero wannabe Now he sleeps with his friends in the mortuary Dude, I find it rude, when you intrude, My pistol nozzle hits your nasal, Doo doo comes out your anal Just because your buff, don't play tuff Cause I'll reverse the earth and turn your flesh back to dust. [LAURYN]:CHORUS Ooooh La La La, It's the way that we rock when we're doing our ting Oooh La La La, It's the natural light that the Refugees Bring Oooh La La La La La La Lalala La Laaah, Sweeeeet Thing [FORTE] I stay high off the Fu-Gee-La Bust when we rush, Through you must, know ruckus Crew got G's like the refu's So F who Ever want to test Bring me stress, West coast back to east, Grab my toast when I reach Truly curvin', swervin, lifestyle is urban, Sippin' Bourbon, surviving We real to keep the word when A boy want fa testthis set Then you get wet-up Just a bit to unprepared to to shoot him fair bet [LAURYN] Fake bullets can't scar me I can smell the weak out like safari Play you out like Atari Sacrifice you Hari Kari And I'm sorry, To every single rapper, Dick and Harry Saying they want to spar me Cause how thick my repertoire And my memoir be Reminding me of eating Calamari in the Khalahari with a band of Rhastafari. Ha Ha Ha Ha, You shouldn't diss refugees, and Ha Ha Ha Ha, You whole sound set's bootie , and [LAURYN]:CHORUS Oooh La La La, It's the way that we rock when we're doing our ting Oooh La La La, It's the remix sound that the Refugees Bring Oooh La La La La La La Lalala La Laaah, Sweeeeet Thing [PRAZ] I sit 90 degrees underneath palm trees, Sitting in the cool breeze in the West Indies Flea to sea, Ship my keys On the Santa Maria, sip Sangria with senoritas (They keep telling me this and telling me that) They smile in my face then they talk behind my back But what they lack is the facts about my stats My rap impact will kill you softly like Roberta Flack [CLEF] 2X Ayo, What's goin' on Armageddon come you know we soon done Gun by my side just in case I gotta rump A boy on the side of Babylon, Trying to front like he's down with Mount Zion. |
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from Fugees - Refugee Camp [live] (1997)
You can't run away From these styles I got oh baby hey baby 'cause I got a lot oh yeah Anywhere you go my whole crew gonna know oh baby Hey baby you can't hide from the block oh yeah Yo Now that I escape selling five million plates My beeper vibrates like California earthquakes But I keep a balanced head 'cause you're hot they're not M C's go Hollywood then lose their spot on the jukebox Still ichi bang wack M C's get the gong Lyrical tongue Wireless mics from Samsung Wyclef seduced once by an actress Angela Basset wanted the head of Jean Baptiste Meanwhile across town I steal no money to Carlito Mama always said don't gamble I'm trapped in casino No more money in my bags Nightmares getting closer I slept on Elm Street Freddy Kruger Woke up with a German Luger Black serial killer man turns to gorilla Provoked I change faces like Michael Jackson's Thriller And you don't stop Sometimes the Refugees gotta take a stand and break If any joker come fe' test another life we take 'Cause when we gunning all the dance we are the specialist So scientist lyricist pop your pen intense Sometimes the Refugees gotta take a stand and break If any joker come fe' test another life we take 'Cause when we gunning all the dance we are the specialist So scientist lyricist pop your pen intense If I could change the times and make rhymes raise the babies Give all the pigs rabies Send biting niggas to Haiti's Clothe young ladies Chase the rainbow find the pot Free the third time offender once he learns to makes a lot Lose the fame Take the money Play boys just like the bunny Find a man with a plan Slap a chicken If she acts funny Break the bank on tank Stop niggas from acting stank Take over your bounty rovers Teach a man to find Jehovah Own the stores own the tours Watch the record pimps and whores Make love stop the wars Cop the land like the Moors Make the last be the first Make the God respect the Earth Change the murder rate to the birth Bust it Ready Or Not Here I come You can't hide Gonna find you And take it slowly Ready Or Not Here I come You can't hide Gonna find you And make you want me No more tours no more scores Por favor senor I tempt crews like a bull to a matador Run you for your Range Rover Like that Leave you in a broken Nova Like that Buffalo soldier Dreadlock rasta Rather be slaughtered than be captured Three refugees one unusual suspect A snitch at the table how far will your trust get Lust got you busted unlocking my vault Body as a Q Tip right on the asphalt Tell the youth that you shouldn't skylark Or get marked like a narc as The Beast in Nu Yok You can't run away From these styles I got oh baby hey baby 'cause I got a lot oh yeah Anywhere you go my whole crew gonna know oh baby Hey baby you can't hide from the block oh no Sometimes the Refugees gotta take a stand and break If any joker come fe' test another life we take 'Cause when we gunning all the dance we are the specialist So scientist lyricist pop your pen intense Sometimes the Refugees gotta take a stand and break If any joker come fe' test another life we take 'Cause when we gunning all the dance we are the specialist So scientist lyricist pop your pen intense Sometimes the Refugees gotta take a stand and break If any joker come fe' test another life we take 'Cause when we gunning all the dance we are the specialist So scientist lyricist pop your pen intense |
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Why am I trapped in a cage? (THE NAPPY HEADS ARE COMIN OUT) Barber can I get a fade? (THE NAPPY HEADS ARE COMIN OUT) Teacher teacher check my grades (THE NAPPY HEADS ARE COMIN OUT) I grab the mic in a RAGE... You maintain to put a negro in pain you used to diss me |
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from Fugees - Refugee Camp [live] (1997)
Intro: Lauryn Hill Yo, this is the Fugees Refugees About to take you on a journey Into the dimensions of the Booka basement The basement, word Uhh Hey yo, one two three! The crew is called Re-Fu-Ge-ee-es An if yu come fa tes the rap stylee Stop the violence and just bring it on, willld Verse One: Lauryn Hill Hey yo I, feel kind of melancholy people think they really know me I keep a wrap about me while I'm driving daddy's Audi I pay the toll fighting for my own soul Cause the bourgeoise type of mental sucks like a flat comb But I be baitin the rebel base to bass distort the EQ The devil's wishin they could send me back to Mogadishu Cause I've been wild since I was a juvenile Afro-centric profile, back when righteous rap was your style Now kids are whylin so I ask the bad black Boogie bandit, what's the damage, gimme the estimate then pray tell me when's the revolution will begin? I turn on my TV I check out Farrakhan on CNN see I'm like the phantom that's flying like the bird do And things you never heard plus I come from the suburbs Word to God, I heard you're acting kind of hard And you got your skin scarred when they was shootin on the boulevard [Lauryn Hill] (You got the vocab) I got the vocab (On the real got the vocab) You know we got the vocab (All my peeps got the vocab) Yeah, we got the vocab [Lauryn] Aiyyo Praz, grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab Verse Two: Prazwell Then cast off from here to Mexico You see my four-five-six a-be my Celo And when I rest my head is on a pillow Be-ba-dee-be, be-dee-be, be-dee-be-bo You see the skills I manifest is very tho-rough And if you don't believe me ask Freres Ja-cques Mmmm, Freres Jacques, Freres Jacques A dorme vous? A dorme vous? WATCH OUT NOW! When I choose to speak I'm forming the cipher fly East to the Five Percenter Knowledge is born, to all beginners Cast the first stone, if you feel you ain't a sinner, ahh Say o-ur father, who art in heaven Forgive the foolish rapper for he not know how Fugee be steppin Correct and, stopped and kept in, nuff respect to the DJ, that be selectin, the type of record ahhh [Prazwell] (You got the vocab) I got the vocab (The click's got the vocab) You know they got vocab (Brooklyn got the vocab) We got the vocab [Lauryn] Aiyyo Clef grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab Verse Three: Wyclef Check it out, here we go Back in Eighty-TREE, no one wanted to be NAPPY I turn on my TV, it's a dreadlock for FREE Kill the gimmick It's nonsense, it's no sense or value a rapper, disaster, nobody ever told me that "Roxanne, you don't got to work for money no more!!"... and... Back in the days I used to listen to Kool G Rap Way back when before guns became gats and Run-D.M.C. used to ask Mary was she buggin? I loved P.E., they kept me concious of what I was saying Afrika Bambaata, Poor Righteous Teacher Got within myself so it made me a Five Percenter Say La-Di-Da-Di, UHH! we like to party but my jam was BDP, with My Philosophy Say Grandmaster Flash, MC Melle Mel Then LL Cool J came with Rock the Bells! See I'm the one for the crew, like a Jew is a Jew Like Apollo got the moon, like the men who got the blue Like the Fu got the Manchu, Chaka got the Zulu Hawaii got the Honolulu I got the rap lieu, so skippedy-de-bop-bop you don't stop You do the rock-rock from hip-hop through be-bop from be-bop to bee-bee [Lauryn Hill] (You got the vocab) I got the vocab (Boogie Down got the vocab) You know they got the vocab (Black people got the vocab) Word, we got the vocab [Lauryn] Aiyyo peeps, grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab (You got the vocab) Yeahh, we got the vocab (Queens got the vocab) You know y'all got the vocab (Uptown got the vocab) Yeahh, they got the vocab [Lauryn] Aiyyo, bros grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab (DC got the vocab) Word, y'all got the vocab (Virginia got the vocab) Aiyy, I know y'all got the vocab (Oakland got the vocab) Word, they got the vocab [Lauryn] Aiyyo, sisters grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab |
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You can't run away From these styles I got oh baby, hey baby, 'cause I got alot, oh yeah Anywhere you go, my whole crew gonna know, oh baby Hey baby, you can't hide from the block oh yeah! [Wyclef - Verse One] Yo! Now that I escape, selling five million plates My beeper vibrates, like California earthquakes But I keep a balanced head, 'cause you're hot, they're not M.C.'s go Hollywood, then lose their spot on the jukebox Still ichi bang, wack M.C.'s get the gong! Lyrical tongue Wireless mics from Samsung Wyclef, seduced once by an actress Angela Basset wanted the head of Jean Baptiste Meanwhile across town, I steal no money to Carlito Mama always said don't gamble I'm trapped in casino No more money in my bags Nightmares, getting closer I slept on Elm Street, Freddy Kruger Woke up with a German Luger Black serial killer, man turns to gorilla Provoked I change faces like Michael Jackson's Thriller B-B-B-B-B-Boo! (Imitating young Michael Jackson) And you don't stop!!! [Lauryn - Chorus] Sometimes the Refugees gotta take a stand and break! If any joker come fe' test another life we take! 'Cause when we gunning all the dance, we are the specialist! So scientist, lyricist, pop your pen intense (?)! ( 2x ) [Lauryn - Verse Two] If I could change the times, and make rhymes, raise the babies Give all the pigs rabies Send biting niggas to Haiti's Clothe young ladies Chase the rainbow, find the pot Free the third time offender once he learns to makes-a-lot Lose the fame Take the money Play boys, just like the bunny Find a man with a plan Slap a chicken, If she acts funny Break the bank, on tank Stop niggas from acting stank Take over your bounty rovers Teach a man to find Jehovah Own the stores, own the tours Watch the record, pimps and whores Make love, stop the wars Cop the land, like the Moors Make the last be the first Make the God respect the Earth Change the murder rate to the birth! Bust it! [Lauryn Singing] Ready Or Not Here I come You can't hide! Gonna find you! And take it slowly! Ready Or Not Here I come You can't hide! Gonna find you! And make you want me! [Pras - Verse Three] No more tours, no more scores Por favor senor, I tempt crews, like a bull to a matador Run you for your Range Rover, Like that! Leave you in a broken Nova, Like that!! Buffalo soldier! Dreadlock rasta! (Wyclef in background) Rather be slaughtered, than be captured! Three refugees, one unusual suspect A snitch at the table, how far will your trust get? Lust got you busted, unlocking my vault Body as a Q-Tip, right on the asphalt Tell the youth that you shouldn't skylark Or get marked, like a narc, as The Beast in Nu Yok (New York) [Lauryn - Singing] You can't run away From these styles I got oh baby, hey baby, 'cause I got alot, oh yeah Anywhere you go, my whole crew gonna know, oh baby Hey baby, you can't hide from the block oh no! [Chorus - 3x] |
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from Fugees - Refugee Camp [live] (1997)
I heard he sang a good song, I heard he had a style. And so I came to see him and lip sing for a while. And there he was this young boy, a stranger to my eyes. Strumming my pain with his fingers, (one time, one time) singing my life with his words, (two time, two time) killing me softly with his song, killing me softly with his song, telling my whole life with his words, killing me softly with his song I felt all flushed with fever, embarrassed by the crowd, I felt he found my letters and read each one out loud. I prayed that he would finish but he just kept right on. Strumming my pain with his fingers, (one time, one time) singing my life with his words, (two time, two time) killing me softly with his song, killing me softly with his song, telling my whole life with his words, killing me softly with his song (instramental interlude) Strumming my pain with his fingers, (yes he was) singing my life with his words, killing me softly with his song, killing me softly with his song, telling my whole life with his words, killing me softly with his song |
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from Fugees - Refugee Camp [live] (1997)
CLEF] A dedication to all the refugees worldwide One time say, say, say I remember when we used to sit in the government yard in Brooklyn. Observing the crookedness as it mingled with the good people we meet. Good friends we had, Good friends we've lost along the way. In this great future you can't forget your past, So dry your tears I say And to my peeps who passed away, No woman, no cry, no woman no cry, say say say. Hey little sister don't shed no tears No woman no cry say say say. I remember when we used to rock in a project yard in Jersey, And little Georgie would make the firelight, As stolen cars passed through the night And then we'd hit the corner store for Roots, paper, and brew. My drink's my only remedy For pain of losing family, but while I'm gone Shorty, Everything's gonna be alright, everything's gonna be alright, Fugees come to the dance tonight, everything's gonna be alright, O everything's gonna be alright, The gun man's in the house tonight, But everything's gonna be alright. [CHORUS] Oh ah oh ah Oh ah oh ah Oh ah oh ah Oh ah oh ah Oh ah oh ah Oh ah oh ah Oh ah oh ah [CLEF] No woman no cry, no woman no cry. Hey, little sister, don't shed no tears No woman no cry say say say. I remember when we used to sit in a government yard in Trenchtown. The hypocrites as they mingled with the good people we meet. Good friends we had Oh good friends we've lost Along the way hey. In this great future, You can't forget your past so dry your tears I say And no woman no cry. No woman no cry say say say. Hey, little sistser, don't shed no tears No woman no cry and to my peeps who passed away [CHORUS] Oh ah oh ah Oh ah oh ah Oh ah oh ah Oh ah oh ah Oh ah oh ah |
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from Fugees - Refugee Camp [live] (1997)
Intro: Lauryn Hill Yo, this is the Fugees Refugees About to take you on a journey Into the dimensions of the Booka basement The basement, word Uhh Hey yo, one two three! The crew is called Re-Fu-Ge-ee-es An if yu come fa tes the rap stylee Stop the violence and just bring it on, willld Verse One: Lauryn Hill Hey yo I, feel kind of melancholy people think they really know me I keep a wrap about me while I'm driving daddy's Audi I pay the toll fighting for my own soul Cause the bourgeoise type of mental sucks like a flat comb But I be baitin the rebel base to bass distort the EQ The devil's wishin they could send me back to Mogadishu Cause I've been wild since I was a juvenile Afro-centric profile, back when righteous rap was your style Now kids are whylin so I ask the bad black Boogie bandit, what's the damage, gimme the estimate then pray tell me when's the revolution will begin? I turn on my TV I check out Farrakhan on CNN see I'm like the phantom that's flying like the bird do And things you never heard plus I come from the suburbs Word to God, I heard you're acting kind of hard And you got your skin scarred when they was shootin on the boulevard [Lauryn Hill] (You got the vocab) I got the vocab (On the real got the vocab) You know we got the vocab (All my peeps got the vocab) Yeah, we got the vocab [Lauryn] Aiyyo Praz, grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab Verse Two: Prazwell Then cast off from here to Mexico You see my four-five-six a-be my Celo And when I rest my head is on a pillow Be-ba-dee-be, be-dee-be, be-dee-be-bo You see the skills I manifest is very tho-rough And if you don't believe me ask Freres Ja-cques Mmmm, Freres Jacques, Freres Jacques A dorme vous? A dorme vous? WATCH OUT NOW! When I choose to speak I'm forming the cipher fly East to the Five Percenter Knowledge is born, to all beginners Cast the first stone, if you feel you ain't a sinner, ahh Say o-ur father, who art in heaven Forgive the foolish rapper for he not know how Fugee be steppin Correct and, stopped and kept in, nuff respect to the DJ, that be selectin, the type of record ahhh [Prazwell] (You got the vocab) I got the vocab (The click's got the vocab) You know they got vocab (Brooklyn got the vocab) We got the vocab [Lauryn] Aiyyo Clef grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab Verse Three: Wyclef Check it out, here we go Back in Eighty-TREE, no one wanted to be NAPPY I turn on my TV, it's a dreadlock for FREE Kill the gimmick It's nonsense, it's no sense or value a rapper, disaster, nobody ever told me that "Roxanne, you don't got to work for money no more!!"... and... Back in the days I used to listen to Kool G Rap Way back when before guns became gats and Run-D.M.C. used to ask Mary was she buggin? I loved P.E., they kept me concious of what I was saying Afrika Bambaata, Poor Righteous Teacher Got within myself so it made me a Five Percenter Say La-Di-Da-Di, UHH! we like to party but my jam was BDP, with My Philosophy Say Grandmaster Flash, MC Melle Mel Then LL Cool J came with Rock the Bells! See I'm the one for the crew, like a Jew is a Jew Like Apollo got the moon, like the men who got the blue Like the Fu got the Manchu, Chaka got the Zulu Hawaii got the Honolulu I got the rap lieu, so skippedy-de-bop-bop you don't stop You do the rock-rock from hip-hop through be-bop from be-bop to bee-bee [Lauryn Hill] (You got the vocab) I got the vocab (Boogie Down got the vocab) You know they got the vocab (Black people got the vocab) Word, we got the vocab [Lauryn] Aiyyo peeps, grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab (You got the vocab) Yeahh, we got the vocab (Queens got the vocab) You know y'all got the vocab (Uptown got the vocab) Yeahh, they got the vocab [Lauryn] Aiyyo, bros grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab (DC got the vocab) Word, y'all got the vocab (Virginia got the vocab) Aiyy, I know y'all got the vocab (Oakland got the vocab) Word, they got the vocab [Lauryn] Aiyyo, sisters grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab |
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from Fugees - No Woman No Cry [single] (1997)
A dedication to all the refugees worldwide
One time say, say, say I remember when we used to sit In the government yard in Brooklyn Oba-Observing the crookedness As it mingled with the good people we meet Good friends we had, oh Good friends we've lost along the way In this great future you can't forget your past So dry your tears I say And to my peeps who passed away No woman, no cry No woman no cry, say say say Hey little sister, don't shed no tears No woman no cry, say say say I remember when we used to rock In a project yard in Jersey And little Georgie would make the firelight As stolen cars passed through the night And then we'd hit the corner store For roots, paper, and brew brew My drinks my only remedy For pain of losing family But while I'm gone Shorty Everything's gonna be alright Everything's gonna be alright Fugees come to the dance tonight Everything's gonna be alright O everything's gonna be alright The gun man's in the house tonight But everything's gonna be alright Oh ah oh ah Oh ah oh ah Oh ah oh ah Oh ah oh ah Oh ah oh ah Oh ah oh ah Oh ah oh ah No woman no cry, no woman no cry Hey, little sister, don't shed no tears No woman no cry say say say I remember when we used to sit In a government yard in Trenchtown Oba-Observing the hypocrites As they mingled with the good people we meet Good friends we had Oh Good friends we've lost Along the way hey In this great future you can't forget your past So dry your tears I say And no woman no cry. No woman no cry say say say Hey, little sistser, don't shed no tears No woman no cry and to my peeps who passed away Oh ah oh ah Oh ah oh ah Oh ah oh ah Oh ah oh ah Oh ah oh ah |
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from Fugees - No Woman No Cry [single] (1997)
A dedication to all the refugees worldwide
One time say, say, say I remember when we used to sit In the government yard in Brooklyn Oba-Observing the crookedness As it mingled with the good people we meet Good friends we had, oh Good friends we've lost along the way In this great future you can't forget your past So dry your tears I say And to my peeps who passed away No woman, no cry No woman no cry, say say say Hey little sister, don't shed no tears No woman no cry, say say say I remember when we used to rock In a project yard in Jersey And little Georgie would make the firelight As stolen cars passed through the night And then we'd hit the corner store For roots, paper, and brew brew My drinks my only remedy For pain of losing family But while I'm gone Shorty Everything's gonna be alright Everything's gonna be alright Fugees come to the dance tonight Everything's gonna be alright O everything's gonna be alright The gun man's in the house tonight But everything's gonna be alright Oh ah oh ah Oh ah oh ah Oh ah oh ah Oh ah oh ah Oh ah oh ah Oh ah oh ah Oh ah oh ah No woman no cry, no woman no cry Hey, little sister, don't shed no tears No woman no cry say say say I remember when we used to sit In a government yard in Trenchtown Oba-Observing the hypocrites As they mingled with the good people we meet Good friends we had Oh Good friends we've lost Along the way hey In this great future you can't forget your past So dry your tears I say And no woman no cry. No woman no cry say say say Hey, little sistser, don't shed no tears No woman no cry and to my peeps who passed away Oh ah oh ah Oh ah oh ah Oh ah oh ah Oh ah oh ah Oh ah oh ah |
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from Fugees - No Woman No Cry [single] (1997)
Strumming my pain with his fingers
Singing my life with his words Killing me softly with his song Killing me softly with his song Telling my whole life with his words Killing me softly with his song I heard he sang a good song I heard he had a style And so I came to see him To listen for a while And there he was this young boy A stranger to my eyes Strumming my pain with his fingers Singing my life with his words Killing me softly with his song Killing me softly with his song Telling my whole life with his words Killing me softly with his song I felt all flushed with fever Embraced by the crowd I felt he found my letters And read each one out loud I prayed that he would finish But he just kept right on Strumming my pain with his fingers Singing my life with his words Killing me softly with his song Killing me softly with his song Telling my whole life with his words Killing me softly with his song He sang as if he knew me In all my dark despair And then he looked right through me As if I wasn′′t there But he was there this stranger Singing clear and strong Strumming my pain with his fingers Singing my life with his words Killing me softly with his song Killing me softly with his song Telling my whole life with his words Killing me softly with his song |
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from Fugees - Killing Me Softly (1997)
Strumming my pain with his fingers
Singing my life with his words Killing me softly with his song Killing me softly with his song Telling my whole life with his words Killing me softly with his song I heard he sang a good song I heard he had a style And so I came to see him To listen for a while And there he was this young boy A stranger to my eyes Strumming my pain with his fingers Singing my life with his words Killing me softly with his song Killing me softly with his song Telling my whole life with his words Killing me softly with his song I felt all flushed with fever Embraced by the crowd I felt he found my letters And read each one out loud I prayed that he would finish But he just kept right on Strumming my pain with his fingers Singing my life with his words Killing me softly with his song Killing me softly with his song Telling my whole life with his words Killing me softly with his song He sang as if he knew me In all my dark despair And then he looked right through me As if I wasn′′t there But he was there this stranger Singing clear and strong Strumming my pain with his fingers Singing my life with his words Killing me softly with his song Killing me softly with his song Telling my whole life with his words Killing me softly with his song |
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from Fugees - Killing Me Softly (1997)
Strumming my pain with his fingers
Singing my life with his words Killing me softly with his song Killing me softly with his song Telling my whole life with his words Killing me softly with his song I heard he sang a good song I heard he had a style And so I came to see him To listen for a while And there he was this young boy A stranger to my eyes Strumming my pain with his fingers Singing my life with his words Killing me softly with his song Killing me softly with his song Telling my whole life with his words Killing me softly with his song I felt all flushed with fever Embraced by the crowd I felt he found my letters And read each one out loud I prayed that he would finish But he just kept right on Strumming my pain with his fingers Singing my life with his words Killing me softly with his song Killing me softly with his song Telling my whole life with his words Killing me softly with his song He sang as if he knew me In all my dark despair And then he looked right through me As if I wasn′′t there But he was there this stranger Singing clear and strong Strumming my pain with his fingers Singing my life with his words Killing me softly with his song Killing me softly with his song Telling my whole life with his words Killing me softly with his song |
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from Fugees - Ready Or Not [single] (1997)
Chorus: Lauryn Hill
Ready or not, Here I come, You can't hide I'm Gonna find you, and take it slowly Ready or not, Here I come, You can't hide I'm Gonna find you, and make you want me Verse One: Wyclef Now that I escape sleep walk away those who convolate knows the world they hate Jails bars ain't golden gates those who fake they brake when they meet they four hundred pound mate if i could rule the world, everyone who have a gun and together of course we'd get the up in our their horse I kick a rhyme drinking moon shine I poor sip on the concrete, for the deceased but no don't weep, Wyclef in a state of sleep thinking about the robbe-RY that I did last WEEK Money in the bag, bank a look like a drag I wanna play with pelicans from here to Bagdad Gun blast, think fast I think I'm hit My girl pinch's my hips to see if I still exist I think not, I send a letter to my friends A born again, hooligan only to be king again Chorus Verse Two: Lauryn Hill yo, I play my enemies like a game of chess where I rest no stress if you don't smoke cess, less i must confess my destany's manifest to some gortex and sweats I make tracks like i'm homeless Rap orgies with Porgie and Bess capture your bounty like Eliot Ness YES! Bless you if you represent the FU but I hex you, with some witches vu if you do-do Voodo, I could what you do, EASY! Believe me, frontin' niggaz gives me heebe-geebes so why you imitatin' Al Capone I be Nina Symone and defacating on your microphone chorus Interlude: Lauryn Hill You can't run away from these styles I got Oh baby, hey baby cause I got a lot oh yeah... Anywhere you go, my whole crew gonna know Oh baby, hey baby you can't hide from the black gold no... Verse Three: Pras Ready or not, refugees taking over Buffalo Soldier Dread like rasta On the twelve hour flyby in my bomber crews went for cover now they under pushin' up flowers Superfly, true lies do or dies toss me high only profile with my crew from Lacaille I refugee from Guatanamo Bay, dance around the border like I'm Cassius Clay Chorus |
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from Fugees - Take It Easy [single] (2005)
Brethren dont cut me when i'm going. I dont hear myself. We bout to drop, drop drop drop. You can bring the beat up a little bit in the headphones. Bring the beat up a little bit. We bout to drop. We bout to drop, drop, drop, drop. I got moxy, I'm so d**n foxy Industry try to block me like cops and paparazzi Full stop, Don't copy, Just cop me properly Everybody same policy, universal equality Responsibility, polity, to survive economically Some people do it comically, Fruits of freedom, equality Invest your money properly, people own me apology Intellectual property, stealing stolen commodity Souls searching or controlling and robbery, Cold lack of comradere Clones, Copy-cats bother me, Mine, Own, Blind cats, follow me Honesty, honesty, honestly, all these jokes are common-league Puppets with no autonomy Yup Its Fugees Entirely I see you looking but you better take it easy Tell your crew I said tell em take it easy Here's come the rocket launcher, you better take it easy, take it easy, take it easy (too sleazy) Too much ex mami, take it easy Good with the sex mami, you'll be like, take it easy Ay papi, better take it easy, take is easy, take it easy You movin bricks but you better take it easy Here's a tip, you're too flashy I don't tip twice, but you best friend he DT And that dog sniffin in the back ain't Lassie And I ain't rhymed in a minute, but ya'll ain't catch up And that ain't blood on your shirt, man that's ketchup (That's ketchup) Picture Clef getting a writer to give him help I'd rather kill myself become a ghost and write for myself (OH MY GOD!!)(***see C) Cuss I'm the top celebrity, top celebrity, top celebrity, MC (Bing!) I flow for the thugs, gypsies, and hippies (Bing!) A ghetto maestro with a Nat Turner flow (Bing!) Malcolm X come out, hit the Klu Kulx Show (SHOOWOOWOO) I see you looking but you better take it easy Tell your goons that they better take it easy Here's come the rocket launcher, take it easy, take it easy, you better take it easy (too sleazy) Too much ex mami, take it easy Good with the sex you'll be like take it easy Ay papi, mami take it easy, take is easy, you better take it easy Don't you know originals get plagerized, majors minors, must supervise Haters, Climbers get scrutinized, Placaters, Blind and stupid guys Wicked people choose homicide, Dregs of society heathen dem Beggars, bogus misleading dem, Nigra, Negro, Negrito dem Angelitos con libre dem, Chico's, Chica's completing them Addiction, fiction, bleeding them, capitalism eating them, Misunderstanding cheatin them, The ignorance defeating them True loyalty is leaving them, got royalty believing them Eyes open deceiving them, Reconciling, Receiving them Reckless driving and grieving them, Matthew Andrew and Peter them (Slow down) We bout to reconcile (repeat) We bout to reconcile (reconcile) We bout to reconcile(recon, recon, reconcile) We bout to reconcile, (tell em to give off my style) (Slow Down) We bout to reconcile (reconcile like Public Enemy) We bout to reconcile (Slow Down) (reconciliation) (tell em to get off my style) We bout to reconcile(running with my crew again) We bout to reconcile (Slow Down) (tell them to get my off style) (repeat) Stop the track, what ya'll thought I wasn't coming been in the L.A., few flicks, few millions back with the Fugees, foo-fighting for a few billions dub plate dealing, sound boy killin anything we do, we want that cap for me realin? Angelo, Simone, Michelle, you know them willin, Can't fight the feelin, when I pull in the SFR, every girl love's a ghetto superstar (that's Pras baby) Run hip hop like pin stripe Lees and I got love for my crew like Big had for Cease (C's) Pull and sqeeze on these MC's, I don't really wanna do it, take it easy I see you looking but you better take it easy Tell your goons that they better take it easy Here's come the rocket launcher, take it easy, take it easy, you better take it easy (too sleazy) Too much ex mami, take it easy Good with the sex you'll be like take it easy Ay papi, mami take it easy, take is easy, you better take it easy We got L-Boogie in the house (what) Prazwell in the house, Clef, Jerry Wonder, yeah Big Ro (Rohan) I see you in the back Let's get this thing started Let's stay focused, focused, focused, focused Oh, If you don't know what's goin on man The Fugees back on the street, serious thing right now You scared yet, ah pack your dibby dibby dub box |
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from 100 Party Hits (2009)
We used to be number 10 Now we're permanent one, In the battle lost my finger, Mic became my arm Pistol nozzle hits your nasal, blood becomes lukewarm Tell the woman be easy Naah squeeze the Charmin Test Wyclef, see death flesh get scorned. Beat you so bad make you feel like you ain't wanna be born And tell your friends stay the hell out of my lawn. Chicken George became Dead George stealin' chickens from my farm. Damn, Another dead pigeon If your mafiosos then I'm bringin' on Haitian Sicilians Nobody's shootin', my body's made of hand grenade Girl bled to death while she was tongue-kissing a razor blade. That sounds sick maybe one eday I'll write a horror Blackula comes to the ghetto, jacks an ACURA Stevie Wonder sees Crack Babies Be-Coming Enemies of their own families. What's going on? Armageddon come you know we soon done Gun by my side just in case I gotta rump A boy on the side of Babylon, trying to front like he's down with Mount Zion. [LAURYN]:CHORUS Oooh La La La, It's the way that we rock when we're doing our thang Oooh La La La, It's the natural LA that the Refugees Bring Oooh La La La La La La Lalala La Laaah, Sweeeeet Thing [LAURYN] Yeah in saloons we drink Boone's and battle goons till high noon, Bust rap toons on flat spoons, take no shorts like poon poon's. See hoochies pop coochies, for Gucci's and Lucci Find me in my Mitsubishi, eatin' sushi, bumpin' Fugees. Hey Hey Hey Try to take the crew and we don't play play Say say say Like Paul McCartney, not hardly, ODD-ly enough I can see right through your bluff Niggas huff and they puff but they can't handle us, WE BUST Cause we fortified, I could never hide, seen "Cooley High", Cried when Cochise died. I'm twisted, black-listed by some other negroes, Don't remove my Polos on the first episode. Ha Ha Ha Ha, You shouldn't diss refugees, and Ha Ha Ha Ha, You whole sound set's bootie , and Ha Ha Ha Ha, You have to respect JERSEY, cause I'm superfly when I'm super-high on the Fu-Gee-La. [LAURYN]:CHORUS Oooh La La La, It's the way that we rock when we're doing our thang Oooh La La La, It's the natural LA that the Refugees Bring Oooh La La La La La La Lalala La Laaah, Sweeeeet Thing [PRAZ] I sit 90 degrees underneath palm trees, Smokin' beadies as I burn my calories, Brooklyn roof tops become Brooklyn tee-pees, Who that be, enemies, wanna see the death of me. From Hawaii to Hawthorne, I run marathons, like Buju Banton, I'm a true champion, like, Farakkhan reads his Daily Qu'ran it's a phenomenon, lyrics fast like Ramadan. [CLEF] (2X) What's goin' on Armageddon come you know we soon done Gun by my side just in case I gotta rump A boy on the side of Babylon, trying to front like he's down with Mount Zion. [LAURYN]:CHORUS 2X Oooh La La La, It's the way that we rock when we're doing our thang Oooh La La La, It's the natural LA that the Refugees Bring Oooh La La La La La La Lalala La Laaah, Sweeeeet Thing |
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from Fugees - The Score (1996)
Chorus: Lauryn Hill
Ready or not, Here I come, You can't hide I'm Gonna find you, and take it slowly Ready or not, Here I come, You can't hide I'm Gonna find you, and make you want me Verse One: Wyclef Now that I escape sleep walk away those who convolate knows the world they hate Jails bars ain't golden gates those who fake they brake when they meet they four hundred pound mate if i could rule the world, everyone who have a gun and together of course we'd get the up in our their horse I kick a rhyme drinking moon shine I poor sip on the concrete, for the deceased but no don't weep, Wyclef in a state of sleep thinking about the robbe-RY that I did last WEEK Money in the bag, bank a look like a drag I wanna play with pelicans from here to Bagdad Gun blast, think fast I think I'm hit My girl pinch's my hips to see if I still exist I think not, I send a letter to my friends A born again, hooligan only to be king again Chorus Verse Two: Lauryn Hill yo, I play my enemies like a game of chess where I rest no stress if you don't smoke cess, less i must confess my destany's manifest to some gortex and sweats I make tracks like i'm homeless Rap orgies with Porgie and Bess capture your bounty like Eliot Ness YES! Bless you if you represent the FU but I hex you, with some witches vu if you do-do Voodo, I could what you do, EASY! Believe me, frontin' niggaz gives me heebe-geebes so why you imitatin' Al Capone I be Nina Symone and defacating on your microphone chorus Interlude: Lauryn Hill You can't run away from these styles I got Oh baby, hey baby cause I got a lot oh yeah... Anywhere you go, my whole crew gonna know Oh baby, hey baby you can't hide from the black gold no... Verse Three: Pras Ready or not, refugees taking over Buffalo Soldier Dread like rasta On the twelve hour flyby in my bomber crews went for cover now they under pushin' up flowers Superfly, true lies do or dies toss me high only profile with my crew from Lacaille I refugee from Guatanamo Bay, dance around the border like I'm Cassius Clay Chorus |
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from Fugees - The Score (1996)
[OMEGA]
Where I was born, nothing is promised My life is filled with less hope than the prophecies of Nostradamus Omega marks the ending of predictability, birth of agility Who will it be to test me and expose their futility. Iron like a lion from Zion stop tryin' so hard, I think I smell your brain cells fryin'. The family's behind you if you're worthy Philosophies developed deep in the back streets of dirty Jersey Troops with scully hats and Timberland boots No more break-dancing for loot. Niggas hustle and shoot In the Garden State, it grows stink weeds and criminals Government funds are minimal Oppression's subliminal [CLEF] These days its hard for we to find peace of mind Between insanity and sanity there lies a thin line. Some dwell in hotels with Jezebels A stone age and fall a victim to the Plague Unclean bad dreams of Wyclef being a fiend, One last kiss from my sweet serpentine Eliminate then break, Navigate to rejuvenate thoughts of suicide with my nickel plate. Reconcilation came from my enemy-friend Who said family don't bend We stay silent till the end. Now who would think that your best friend Would be your worst enemy and your enemy your best friend. Stare into the air inspiration from the atmosphere I think of old ghosts, that ain't even here. Like Alex Haley take notes on this Biography My family tree consists of street refugees. A ghetto land, where we talk slang Stolen cars bang, like my chitty bang-bang sh-bang For the heads, we ain't sellin' cocaine today So refrain and let my family reign okay [OMEGA]:CHORUS Just walkin' the streets death can take you away It's never guaranteed that you'll see the next day At night the evil armies of Shaton don't play So defend the family that's the code to obey [CLEF] But if I fall asleep and death takes me away Don't be surprised son, I wasn't put here to stay At night the evil armies of Shaton don't play So the family sticks together and we never betray [CLEF] Nah fuck that Fifty-two pick up, no cops around Fifty-two thousand in cash, I don't want no savings bonds Have the money ready, I smell something fishy Your wife's in my custody One false move and you'll find her body in the sea. That's the voice of the kid, that's the kidnapper I do my work and then I catch my ticket to Jamaica. Meet me in the alley, make sure you bring the money This ain't the seventies I'm far from a jive turkey [LAURYN] My circle it can't be broken Open, cut-throatin', provokin' Record promotin, tokens chokin' on they words like smoke and. Cause we soft spoken, doesn't mean that we've forgotten Your bootie smells rotten and one day you will be gotten See joker's is scatter-brained, their focus is unrestrained My army is trained, you never find us beefin' in vain. Cause I've seen fire and I've seen rain You claim fame, while modest niggas remain. I can judge a character like Ito judge a verdict And if you bringin' threats I give you sex if I ain't heard it. See poppin' s***'s about your attitude and how you word it I've seen the biggest niggas on the block get murdered And they deserverd it Or so the beast said when they served it ??? That s*** is nervous So what's my purpose? Family, we must preserve it. Your number's retired I hope you like the hell fires You'll be screamin' Murder she Wrote like Chaka Demus and Pliars. [OMEGA]:CHORUS Just walkin' the streets death can take you away It's never guaranteed that you'll see the next day At night the evil armies of Shaton don't play So defend the family that's the code to obey [LAURYN] If I should fall asleep and death takes me away Don't be surprised son, I wasn't put here to stay At night the evil armies of Shaton don't play So the family stick together and we never betray. [FORTE] We used to jump rope, But now we gun hope Bustin' shots off of project roof tops Sending signals with the blunt smoke. Ock, don't talk a lot if you can't hold it in lock If you think lips sink ships, Imagine full glock clips. I hold a glass of Remy Martin Gettin' milks by the carton Extortin' the light weights for thinkin' they important The night pays and heavenly ways Ain't nothin' free ah Knowledge of your family and steppin' to your B.I. You see I, stay on top of s*** like a fly My niggas reach when they got beef Then jet down to South Beach Yo mouthpiece is yappin' I hear it in your rap and My family is thick so that bulls*** could never happen. [CLEF]:CHORUS Just walkin' the streets death can take you away It's never guaranteed that you'll see the next day At night the evil armies of Shaton don't play So defend the family that's the code to obey [LAURYN] If I should fall asleep and death takes me away Don't be surprised son, I wasn't put here to stay At night the evil armies of Shaton don't play So the family stick together and we never betray. |
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Subject : 얼터너티브 힙합의 명반, Fugees [The Score]
