1.Blunted On Reality
2.Boof Baf
作詞：Khalis Bayyan, Hill, N Jean, S Michel
I'm Chill-Master, Nell of a thousand MC's
But how are you gonna tell the real I bust from these fo' knees
'Cause he sees everyone with a deal with a record company
They go home, they write a rhyme, they think they ready to
battle better
Some write forward, some write backward
I wait for them to get the cheeba-ganja then reverse yo
With a verse that's worse than the last one
Some say boo! he's the po he used to diss Jamaicans
And Hatians 'cause you thought I was American
Ay Pras, remember that song they sang, yeah
Go back to Jamaica, what's good is what's new
But now we move off with Uncle's with a trail-crate of cooler
I'm from the island, the island I'm from is the strong island
MC's must be right, when I syke from lack of freestylin'
Mind must be sharp until my holler girl, I get all in
Black stylin', ridin', Boof'll be trappin'
When they come to battle champ see the shoes flappin'
Huh, coolin' while I'm rappin'
Boof baf, another sound of a guy
Boof baf, never boy, duck punk, try
Boof baf, another sound of a guy
Boof baf, never boy, duck punk, try
Said if you write with pencil you must write with pen
If you have a rooster you must have a hen
Five plus five you know that equals to ten
Then spit the yellow man, check it to groove-to-groove site
One, two, I throw a flow to catch it
Three, four, back she know before the track miss
I fuck ya when style go, to wreck this static
But yo sister, grab the mic and do damage
Aiyyo I used to drive a hooptie, check me down swoopie
Rollin' with the Jones' but I different homozones
See life's got no value if I ain't got no statue
Hannibal heads, I be the kid from 'Timbuktu'
One, two, zip me-me, check the mic I'm ready
Three, four, please the army, 'Oh God', with Uzi's
So what, converse man, the chicken or the hoodie
Get the hoodie came first then mans' then would be Nancy
To kill the Jesse James rough, step back, check your steps
I'll love your theory like the chi-chi-woo-woo-boogie-man
You say I'm balanced but you're Silence of the Lambs
And when I call your name I say Candyman, Candyman, Candyman
Boof baf, another sound of a guy
Boof baf, never boy, duck punk, try
Boof baf, another sound of a guy
Boof baf, never boy, duck punk, try
Well I'm on fire, fire, fire
So let me re-light your viacom
And let you enter the-the-elec-tronic, cool
And let you enter the-the-elec-tronic, cool
And let you enter the-the-elec-tronic, cool
And let you enter the-the-elec-tronic
All that movin' I call my nozzle you see I was an electronic
You listen to your lyrics in chime, your Panasonic
The ly-ly-ly-lyricaler, the di-di-di-digital
Pras take the mic man, you know you're really critical
Stall MC's soft-put 'em up for-er-Death Row
Rhyme and cultural, style and never old
Slashed the priest-fool, ooh, you're filth-swolled
Coolin' it, coolin' it, coolin' it, somebody chuck me-who the
who'd you think？
Hold the mic, hold the mic, I shoot 'em
Down with my last one, last one, last one, last one and smoke
Smoke I got my bullet-proof and now to send my bozack
Boof baf, another sound of a guy
Boof baf, never boy, duck punk, try
Boof baf, another sound of a guy
Boof baf, never boy, duck punk, try
Rich rap come from the brothers in the neigborhood
Who used to rap on a Polaroid, here comes Father Joe
Let me clock the block as I pull fo'-five
Boof baf, I cut the block with gat-stops
I used to play hookie just to see how good an MC was
He said I bust a battle, aight, I still took a gun
No cheeba, cheeba just a Libra on a last ride
I waited so long that I thought I died and came back alive
So hear the spirits, many fear, Sir New Stosser
This the new thing under the sun, when I come, I come
Bam-bam, alakazam, he grabbed the mic up the block they ran
I came back with the bag 'cause that's my momma man
I'm just patrollin', move off in the block
But the spot that I clock, you get shot if your numbers' about
So don't get caught on the fast lane, the fast lane
A just remain yourself and be the same
'Cause many rapper-days, say nuttin' for nuttin'
So here's sut-um to take you from the am to the pm
'Cause a imitator could never be greater than the creator
Whose the originator, step up infiltrator, see you in the
alligator
Back stabbin' traitor, tape recorder, duplicator, roughly
rhymin' with
The head tranzlator and leave the forty to be naughty in the
refrigerator
Boof baf, another sound of a guy
Boof baf, never boy, duck punk, try
Boof baf, another sound of a guy
Boof baf, never boy, duck punk, try
Boof baf, another sound of a guy
Boof baf, never boy, duck punk, try
Boof baf, another sound of a guy
Boof baf, never boy, duck
Say gun-man, say tell me where you get your damn gun from
You musta get it from the foreign land
We want to shoot up the old a Babylon
Pay the man to rhyme onto it
Say gun-man, say tell me where you get your damn gun from
You musta get it from the foreign land
You want to kill your own brother man
3.Da Kid From Haiti Interlude
4.Freestyle Interlude
5.Giggles
6.Harlem Chit Chat Interlude
7.How Hard Is It？
作詞：Khalis Bayyan, L Hill, N Jean, S Michel
Come on
Wait a second, draw back ban, there I come
Stick this business, stock me up, they took me coat with a stun
Gun on a Sunday, a bloody Sunday, so what's the resume？
Heads got felt in the force I heard a Milky Way
I caught a heart attack when I heard my cousin got caught
In Avenue D., in Brooklyn, New York City
Ever since I used my man, I moved to Jersey
But realistically, God could have called me early
'Cause I got a big bop, I'm wanted by the block
I take a ruff-neck, chicken make stop in stone top
'Cause I roll with the army of sixty-eight
The Privates' don't make the orders
It's the General that makes the wig-wack
Buy her back, buy a cat, I got scratched in a day to kidnap
And at night, I was back and the Jeep
Got attacked by a gang that sold crack
But the posse was strapped, it was nothin' but crap
I got cuffed in the back, in the jail, there were rats
So I pulled out my mack to get out of this crap
Though I wish I could zap outta here but I quack like a dog
That pass gats, so I put the gas mask on the mic
There were blasts 'cause I do it, it's my task
And all the jumper, the guys that I see to me pass the class
Check out the vocab, it'll get out, then do it again
Gift of the guy, if you're good, you're good, if you're bad,
you're bad
So how hard is it？
I wanna know, how hard do you want it？
One, two, three, four, hardcore, hardcore
Watch yourself for your health, I'll snatch your last breath
Then I left you up for another one bite, the dust
You couldn't ride me if you went behind the bush, gush
Leave the style alone, don't try to follow me
'Cause a life of the hood make it a little triggery
So keep your eyes on the prize, don't be surprised
'Cause on my half, I may pull out a semi-automatic sixty-eight
Watch around my back, it's mainly static
Droppin' emcees like a bad habit
Here come the Pras with a new package
Mad and they ignorance
Think they could test the performance of an ancient rapper
Let me break it down in a dialect badder
Easier said than what the mono said
'Cause there's more than righter rapper, paid for the rapper
be-bop
'Cause he said everybody's rappin', them and they momma
So when I grab the mic I grab it like a gangster
Microphone sniper 'cause it'll be the prowler
Launch it, it's tragic, no magic, the realistic maggot
Don't leave the gadget or you'll be gat it
Simple, the riddle, who's the monkey in the middle？
What's the goose, so let me cut his neck loose, yo
I keep it positive and not so negative
These is when you diss, emcees take it
So send it to they call the battle
I'ma raw I let it rappin', now I'm more
Your ball, you're waitin' for me to fall but I won't
So how hard is it？
I wanna know, how hard do you want it？
I gotta jump on the A-Train
I saw a cat with a scat, he was blowin' like coal-train
My boys' said give him a call
I gave him a dollar, he said are you a rapper？
Kids have a seat and don't miss a beat
And listen to the battle of the saxin' in your emcee
Now Red Rock, call Red Rock, call Red Rock
Call Red Rock, call Red Rock, call
It could mean rewind the gun, check me baby
I rock and shock the dough is show
Squeeze and cheese and whether pleasin'
It could mean rewind the gun, check me baby
I rock and shock the dough is show
Squeeze and cheese and whether pleasin'
Coolin' breezin' at the teas and how can emcees do was sneeze
Flower, blow
So how hard is it？
I wanna know, how hard do you want it？
So how hard is it？
I wanna know, how hard do you want it？
So how hard is it？
I wanna know, how hard do you want it？
So how hard is it？
I wanna know, how hard do you want it？
So how hard is it？
I wanna know, how hard do you want it？
8.Introduction
(wyclef responding to an overlord voice)
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!!
(lauryn hill)
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
9.Living Like There Ain't No Tomorrow
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
10.Nappy Heads
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
'you sure you wanna hang with old eddie kane？' (+the five
heartbeats+)
Ain't nuttin wrong, so snap your head to the song
Word is bond, you get wrong, i'll have you sing like louis
armstrong
And i say to myself, what a wonderful world
But what the fuck was so wonderful bout pickin cotton -- on a
farm？
The harder they come, the harder they fall, so come one come all
Don't stall or i'ma stick you like a voodoo doll
Doors locked stop draw for the count, who drops？
Ten-nine-eight-seven-six-five-four-three-two-one-
-you-slept-on-a-kid-from-the-boondocks
Out of hooterville land of the ill kill
Bellsburg viking so you know i'm top ranking phil
Some say newcomer like the yuma but save the rumor
Cause i've been rockin ever since eighty-three
When i used to rock my pumas
Rap, narcotic psychotic so hear the sentencin
One out of ten, i'm passin the mic next time i'll get wicked
Heard the man who went before, got intimated
You tried to gas me up, too much gas, you got intoxicated
You wasn't ready for the real'n, dealin, chillin
Wyclef, no competition when i'm bringin pure death
I'm jumpin like a monkey to get mines off
A-from a caterpillar, to the mic moth
(the nappy heads are comin out)
Teacher teacher check my grades (the nappy heads are comin out)
I coulda sworn i had an a (the nappy heads are comin out)
I grab the mic in a rage...
You put, one and one together now you think you a rapper
Baseball cap backward, forearms swingin like a hip-hopper
You do the rhyme, thinkin no one can stop ya
I be the followin that chop ya down as i clock ya, hah
When i say five-oh, i mean fifty not guns or cops
Now here's the heavyweight knocker, the freedom fighter
Natural rhythm rock a mic i always rhyme i'm never drinkin vodka
Any old style, i throw it in a locker
Well i'm a gucci rocker, i never drank no vodka
Me got no bag of cheeba cause i never had a knocker
My cousin's name was shaka, for short we called him 'aka
I flip it on wack mc's because to me they flow like caca
You boogie move the groove, nothing to prove you lose
Your style remind of yesterday, old news
Sad sung blues who's, chose the one to feel the pain
Or bring the cane, tick-tock i come to pick your lock
It's not for capital gain
So watch out for the remain, or cry from bloodstain
Bustin nuts, bustin style
Gettin buckwild some think i'm the descendant of a wilder child
Comin on the mic, from a higher level
Broke is no joke／choke the hell out of the devil
(the nappy heads are comin out)
What about martin？ (the nappy heads are comin out)
What about malcolm？ (the nappy heads are comin out)
Rosa parks？ (the nappy heads are comin out)
You hung a man after dark (the nappy heads are comin out)
Cease the violence! (the nappy heads are comin out)
Yo who got the power, to make a man raise from the dead？
Some said that it was jesus, they said he was a notty dread
But i don't mean to confuse a world that's confused
Mind's atomic, so like a bomb, let me drop it
Can't get too deep, cause some sleep while i wake
In a dream that's made of wine but let me bring it back to
grapes
Teacher, explain the parable, it's simple：
It's easier for the camel to go through the eye of a needle
Than for you to enter the kingdom, or battle
And walk away, with the title when i get, brutal
Feelings are mutual so sign your life, to prudential
Don't even flinch, the other becomin spiritual
There's six million ways to die but choose four
Cause i can still be in the desert buttnaked and be hardcore!
When ？ checks that means pump your fist
Remember moses people, this is exodus
Don't try to stop this, the force comes from genesis
Them who did us wrong, ask the lord for forgiveness
The man got a drum, made the land of the dumb
We droppin the bass drum, then we ？？
You can't kill the battle with a ？？ .. feeling joshua
So march to st. lawrence
Yo march i got your back, march!
Crown heights (the nappy heads are comin out)
Cease the violence (the nappy heads are comin out)
A moment of silence (the nappy heads are comin out)
For those who died (the nappy heads are comin out)
Public enemy (the nappy heads are comin out)
Number one (the nappy heads are comin out)
Fredric douglass (the nappy heads are comin out)
Harriet tubman (the nappy heads are comin out)
？？ (the nappy heads are comin out)
Bob marley (the nappy heads are comin out)
Prazwell (the nappy heads are comin out)
To my man khalid (the nappy heads are comin out)
Now, speak of resistance, we're nappy heads
Rhymes, kinks, braids and dreads
The mother of creation, epitome of creativity, yeah
And keep your heads nappy
11.Nappy Heads(Remix)
＊ the album was reissued with the remix included
(wyclef) yo mona lisa, could i get a date on friday？
And if you're busy, i wouldn't mind taking
Saturday-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay
Round up de posse, fugee comin around the way
(wyclef) yo, hey nappy head
(lauryn) yo whashup？
(wyclef) whatchu got there？
(lauryn) hah, i got some of that lyrical cheeba cheeba
(wyclef) worrrrrd？
A cheeba cheeba y'all, well i'm a libra y'all
A cheeba cheeba y'all, well i'm a libra y'all
Verse one： wyclef
You wanna battle swing i bring commanding men like i was king
In all your dreams i write the horror flick of stephen king
Cling to false also those papers say ock
I got tired of the fat lady so i sing to my own opera
Ba-lang-balang-balang-to-de-man-de-rock-cause i love thee
If you live by the sword you will be die by the gun
Cause all guys tell lies, and more girls commits it
I was ordered to code red, but now i'm chillin with a few good
men
Assassination on the kid from the capitol
I never play the soap opera but now i'm a general hospital
Condition critical, spirit over who's the physical
So if i die, catch me at the funeral
I'll fly away, ohh glory
With a mic in my hand to a land where only god knows me
And the angels write raps on holy paper
I said i'm lookin for jesus, he said take the escalator
One flight up, is guaranteed you'll be there
My sister'd be there, my mother'd be there
So, mona lisa, could i get a date on friday？
And if you're busy, i wouldn't mind taking
Saturday-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay
Round up de posse, fugee comin around de way
Verse two： lauryn hill
I don't puff blunts so i always got my breath
Never had to battle with a bullet proof vest
They call me cock-weasel but i, still cave a chest
I don't wear jheri curls cause i'm nah from the west
No disrespect to the west, true indeed
I rock it to the east, the east is the seed
To see that them days back, yo sheepskins and hot tracks
Peace to mr. magic, things are getting tragic
Now we on some new stuff, i never feared the ku kluk
My own clan is actin up, i blame it on the phillie blunt
Whatcha gonna do, kids are acting oooohhhh
Hill is gettin fed up, yo where's the coporate at
A mister three piece suit
Check the square roots, girbauds and timberland boots
Nahhhh that's the serpents, and know them garment tips
I got a head full of problems and a hand full of nappy roots
I feel a jones' comin down, yo i...
(i got the slang to make the chitty-bang-bang
A-rid-dang-de-dang, the nappy head bang)
No i, got hte slang to make the chitty-bang-bang
A-rid-dang-de-dang, the nappy heads bang
(yo mona lisa, could i get a date on friday
And if you're busy, i wouldn't mind taking
Saturday-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay
Round up de posse, fugee comin round de way
Ay-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay
Nappy heads in the zone and we're not goin home!)
Verse three： prazwell, wyclef
Hey yo a battle is a battle but a battle's not a battle
If it'sssssssssss snake doesn't rattle
Cause my style's as old as a reptile
As slick as a new nile, as new as a new child
So come follow me to the land of abraham
This land's your land, this land's my land
The blacker the black man, the better the next man
(yo some nappy heads need to check they necks for red)
Ihhhh, feel injection
Put the needle to your skin feel reality's heroin
You maintain to put a negro in pain you used to diss me
'oh you wanna hang with old eddie kane？' (the five heartbeats)
Ain't nuttin wrong, snap your head to the song
Word is bond, you get wrong, i'll have you sing like louis
armstrong
And i say to myself, what a wonderful world
But what the hell was so wonderful bout cotton in the farm
Mr. slaaaaaave maaaaan!
The harder they come, the harder they fall, so come one come all
Don't stall or i'ma stick you like a voodoo doll
Doors locked stop drawer for the count who drops
You slept on a kid from the boondocks
Out of motorville land of the ill kill
Bellsburg viking so you know i'm top ranking phil
Some say who coming like like the yuma but save the rumor
Cause i've been rockin ever since eighty-two
When i used to rock my pumas...
A cheeba cheeba y'all, well i'm a libra y'all (4x)
Yo mona lisa, could i get a date on friday
And if you're busy, i wouldn't mind taking
Saturday-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay
Round up de posse fugee comin around de way
Ay-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay
Nappy heads in the zone and we're not goin home!
(repeat 2x)
I wear my sunglasses at night
To spy on my girlfriend that's right
They dancin romancin freakin at night!
Yes yes yes a yes yes y'all
(repeat 2x)
Mona lisa...
...nappy heads in the zone and we not goin home!
A cheeba cheeba y'all, well i'm a libra y'all (4x)
And to the beat y'all, and to the beat y'all, come on everybody
(to fade)
12.Recharge
'and when you feelin down.. recharge!'
Now and, forevers, them emperors, are nova
The lovin, the huggin, will never be over
Back 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 (4x)
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 caddy
Success 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!
13.Refugees On The Mic
14.Shouts Outs From The Block
15.Some Seek Stardom
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 lyrics, no time to contradict
Chorus：
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...
Chorus 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...
Chorus 4x
16.Special News Bulletin Interlude
17.Temple
18.Vocab(Lp Version)
Chorus
You got the vocab
I got the vocab
You got the vocab
You know i got the vocab
You got the vocab
I got the vocab
Hey, yo pass the mic so i can tell 'em i got the gift o' gab
Monkey see, monkey what？ monkey, monkey be yourself. (x3)
Hey yo catch me when i'm sober, but now i drink for the belt.
So pass the root straight to the right hand side.
Make no mistake that the buzz is a natural high.
I said it's big emergency mind your busy body
He hit me. i broke his nose. the referee's mr fuji.
So hey to the blue jay, mocking bird don't mock.
The last bird who mocked he got caught in my roughneck chicken
pot.
So mr rooster give me a crookedy croo at 6am
He looked at me a laughin' said my music would make f.m.
Station. you're haitian. you'll never get nowhere.
But i sweared on my grandmother grave we'd be here.
So now when i back track
I back track far enough to make a nigga run and leave his tongue
back.
You think i'm cool i think you're cruel so here's a shell cap.
On your gluteus maximus and leave ya handicapped.
Ratatatat.
Chorus
Hoboes above leave the boat for the pope (？) (x3)
Boat people here we go hi de hi de hi de ho yeah
Some quest for the truth, some bust a loop.
And search for some knowledge that come runnin' in the woods.
And if i should a choose to be one
Then i will be a ？？？？ hoodin' with books and look to kill.
My proof is in my puddin'
If i chill in the hood would you be say that i'm hoodin'？
Now. let me exercise a new style that will brutalise
Mcs into a warpath genocide.
Nobody move, nobody get hurt. it's a homocide
So jump jump punks ready to get stuck.
Evil kenevil was my man, someone for the stunts.
I'm mostly fillies, i'm just straight up front, ha.
Meat ya tryin' to light up you get blast like nitrogen.
Runnin' for mercy, runnin' for oxygen.
Bad l.a. meat you're better off comittin' suicide.
I shoot the lip so high i strip you of your carbon dioxide
Rock-a-bye the lullaby he be singin' 'oh my'.
Boof baff another son a go die.
What's the matter with the black man？ (black man) (x2)
Now a statistic. so dreams of her become realistic.
Poor bastard gets mystic i don't believe you checked the psychic
Emancipate your mind. don't set the limit. reach the summit.
Free your spirit 'cause your blunted
From the lyrics i just stuttered.
'live off the streets' says the brother with the machete.
'live off the lady' says the brother with the glock in patrol.
I live logically, no weak slave to poverty.
You see it's very easy to slip between the asphalt sheet.
Brothers from my way they used to get mad plays.
Till they caught us bustin' doughnuts 'til the break of day.
Brother, my brother, you played me undercover.
She wouldn't be your lover so now you tried to dis her
For sister. you missed her but ask yourself a question.
Can i make a suggestion？ i need a true confession.
Is she skivs 'cause the skin that she's in makes you sin？
Does you hit her just to get her integrate another sister？
Mister. i asked him for a hanky. he asked if he could spank me.
So why'd you disrespect me, sir？
Were you thinking i'm misguided or were you tryin to hide it
That you had no father figure.
Which？ check out your wackness. it won't distrust my blackness.
I wonder for a smack, but don't think that it would help this.
What's the matter with the black man (black man)
All original gunman dem original good (bahahahahahahaha) (x2)
Come jackin' it up an' i bad an' me fell in ma booby trap
With a rappin' up for the eight track play back laid back sit
back
An i'll ？？？？ an me runnin' ？？？？ as a matter a fact
'cause i trappin' a back like a cool six pack now bring it back.
woah!
United we stand, divided we crumble.
What's the flavour？ more babylon, more babylon, more babylon
fall (x2)
These days every man want to be a god.
Lay down the gun every man on the floor.
But the real gunman him not play hollywood role.
Because he pull out his gun and send another boy down.
Watch us bleed. another gunman go bleed.
Watch us bleed. if i used up all my dust i got ？？？？
Watch us bleed. me up an' comin' ready.
Watch us bleed. watch us for original tranzlator crew.
Oh, er, every time we come, we come correct, see.
We out.
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