1.Be Yourself (Easy As A-B-C)
Can you tell me how to get......how to get to Sesame Street？
(Check it out, here we go!) - Wyclef
Be yourself (Just be yourself)
Easy as A-B-C (A-B-C)
Can't be no one else ( No one else!)
Just happy to be me! (Yeah! Yeah!)
Hey yo, the 'A' is for achievement
Hey yo, the 'B' is for beneficent
And the 'C' is for committment
And the 'D' is for diligent
What about the 'E', the 'F', the 'G', the 'H', the 'I', the
'J？!'
I'm in my P.J.'s, I'm drinkin' O.J.! Ha Ha!
The big city, just like I pictured it (What？!)
Millions of people rushing around real quick (Real quick!)
Each one's originale, one of a kind, unique (That's right!)
So, kick back and listen while L-Boogie speaks (While L-Boogie
speaks!)
Not trying to be different, just doing they own thing (Own
thing!)
So come on everybody, clap your hands and sing (Just sing!)
Hey yo, the 'K', the 'L', the 'M', the 'N', the 'O', the 'P'
for 'Prakazrel' in the place to be!
Hey yo, the 'Q's' for quiet
The 'R' for riot
The 'S', the 'T', the 'U', the 'V's' for vowels (Vowels!) -
Prakazrel
The 'W', 'X', the 'Y', the 'Z's' for Zorro! Yo! See you
tomorrow!
Yeah, fly like an eagle...
Well it's the Fugees
On Sesame, clap your hands do a dance with L-Jiggity!
Now Snuffy and Big Bird are having a good time (Time!)
They're walking and gawking and trying to talk to a mime
(walking-n-gawking),
here, in the square where they just seen it all
But they ain't never seen a yellow bird (What？!) seven feet
tall! (Seven feet
tall!)
It's a lovely day in my neighborhood...
It's all good...
Prakazrel, L-Boogie up in here....
In my neighborhood
Refugee Camp Allstars....yeah....yeah
2.Fu-Gee-La (Refugee Camp Remix, Sly And Robbie Remix)
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
3.Killing Me Softly
作詞：Charles Fox, Norman Gimbel
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
And 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
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
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
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
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
4.Manifest
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 every time 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 shit 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 fuck 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
5.Ready Or Not (Clark Kent ／ Django Remix)
Ready Or Not (9x)...
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!
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!!!
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 )
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! (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)
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!
6.Zealots
作詞：Al Dubin, Lauryn Hill, Nel Wyclef Jean, Samuel Prakazrel
Michel, Harry Warren
One, two, I'm 'bout to set this off, like this
Hip-hoppers, check it
Another MC lose his life tonight, Lord
I beg that you pray to Jesus Christ, why？
Oh Lord, Father don't let him bury me, whoa
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 bitin' and recyclin' 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 bitin' 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
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 bitin' zealots, here's a quote
Ay, another MC lose his life tonight, ohh
I beg that you pray to Jesus Christ, why？
Oh Lord, Father don't let him bury me, aiy
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 went 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, bing
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'
Ay, another MC lose his life tonight, Lord
I beg that you pray to Jesus Christ, why？
Oh Lord, Father don't let him bury me, yeah
7.Killing Me Softly With His Song
Killing Me Softly With His Song
The Fugees
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
8.The Beast
作詞：Lauryn Hill, Nel Wyclef Jean, Samuel Prakazrel Michel
Warn the town the beast is loose
Word 'em up y'all
Warn the town the beast is loose
C'mon
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 get targets
Private-DIC sell hits, like porno-flicks do chicks
The 666 cut W.I.C. like Newt Gingrich sucks dicks
Meanwhile, the government brings Star Wars
From glocks to glockers
C.O.P. has an APB out on Chewbacca
Mista Mayor, can I say somethin' 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 gettin' serious, Kuumbaya
On a mountain Satan offered me, Manhattan help me Jah Jah
Word 'em up
I can't sleep at night
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
Where the fuck do I work？ 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 nothin' against the feds
So my eyes stay red as I chase crazy bald heads, word up
Warn the town the beast is loose
Word 'em up y'all
Warn the town the beast is loose
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 gettin' 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, oh
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 bein' 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
Word 'em up y'all
Warn the town the beast is loose
I can't sleep at night
Warn the town, warn the town
9.Killing Me Softly With His Song (Live At The Brixton Academy)
作詞：Charles Fox, Norman Gimbel
Yo, yo, what？
I heard he sang a good song, yeah
Yo, I heard he had a style
And so, I came to see him and listen for awhile
What？ And there he was, this young bra
Stranger to my eyes
Strummin' my pain with his fingers, yo
Singing my life with his words, two times
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
Strummin' my pain
Yes, he was singing my life with his words, two times
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
10.Fu-Gee-La - Sly ＆ Robbie Mix
作詞：B. Calilli, M. Brown, T. Sansome
We used to be number ten 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, dance hall, stay mellow, all that gun talk
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 tough
'Cause I'll reverse the earth and turn your flesh back to dust
Ooh La La La, It's the way that we rock when we're doing our
ting
Ooh La La La, It's the natural LA, that the Refugees bring
Ooh La La La La La La, La lala La Laah, sweet thing
I stay high off the Fu-gee-la bust when we rush
Through you must, no 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 test this 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 Kalahari
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
Ooh La La La, It's the way that we rock when we're doing our
ting
Ooh La La La, It's the natural LA, that the Refugees bring
Ooh La La La La La La, La lala La Laah, sweet thing
I sit ninety 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
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
11.Ready or Not (Clark Kent／Django Remix)
作詞：Thomas Bell, Ethne Patricia Brennan, William Alexander Hart,
Lauryn Hill, Nel Wyclef Jean, Samuel Prakazrel Michel, Nicholas
John Ryan, Roma Shane Ryan
Ready Or Not
Ready Or Not
Ready Or Not
Ready Or Not
Ready Or Not
Ready Or Not
Ready Or Not
Ready Or Not
Ready Or Not
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
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
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! (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)
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
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
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
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
12.Take It Easy
作詞：Jerry Duplessis, Lauryn Hill, Nel Wyclef Jean, Michel
Prakazrel
Brethren don't cut me when I'm going, I don't 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 Moxie, I'm so damn 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 owe me apology
Intellectual property, stealing stolen commodity
Souls searching or controlling and robbery, cold lack of
camaraderie
Clones, copycats bother me, mine, own, blind cats, follow me
Honesty, honesty, honestly, all these jokes are common-league
Puppets with no autonomy, yup it's 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)
'Cuz 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
(Shoo, woo, woo)
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
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 'em
Beggars, bogus misleading dem, Nigra, Negro, Negrito 'em
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
We 'bout to reconcile
We 'bout to reconcile
(Reconcile)
We 'bout to reconcile
(Recon, recon, reconcile)
We 'bout to reconcile
(Rell '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)
We 'bout to reconcile
(Slow down)
(Tell them to get my off style)
(Ay yo)
(Yo yo yo yo yo)
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 I see you in the back
(Rohan)
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
13.Fu-Gee-La - Album Version
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 you're 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 day 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
Ooh, la, la, la
It's the way that we rock
When we're doing our thang
Ooh, la, la, la
It's the natural L.A.
That the refugees bring
Oh, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, lah
Sweet 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 super fly when
I'm super-high on the Fu-Gee-La
Ooh, la, la, la
It's the way that we rock
When we're doing our thang
Ooh, la, la, la
It's the natural L.A.
That the refugees bring
Oh, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, lah
Sweet thing
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
Ooh, la, la, la
It's the way that we rock
When we're doing our thang
Ooh, la, la, la
It's the natural L.A.
That the refugees bring
Oh, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, lah
Sweet thing
Ooh, la, la, la
It's the way that we rock
When we're doing our thang
Ooh, la, la, la
It's the natural L.A.
That the refugees bring
Oh, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, lah
Sweet thing
14.A Change Is Gonna Come
Yo
(One time)
I was born by the river
(Uh, uh)
In a tentement
Oh, my poor mother
She could hardly pay the rent
It's been a long
(Ha)
A long time comin'
But I know a change is gonna come
Oh, yes it will
Two time, yeah
It's been too hard livin'
(Huh)
And I'm afraid to die
(Why？)
I don't know what's out there
Yeah, yeah, beyond the sky
It's been a long
(Huh)
A long time comin'
But I know a change is gonna come
Oh
(Oh)
Yes it will
Say it Wyclef, check it out, say it, uh uh
Oh my
See I go to my brotha
(C'mon and say what, say what)
And I say brotha help me please
(C'mon L Boogie)
And he winds up
He winds up
Knockin' me, knockin' me
(Uh huh)
Back down on my knees
Ohh
Three time
It's been times when I didn't think
That I would last for long
(Huh)
But now we think we're bound to carry on
It's been a long
(Uh, huh, huh, huh, yeah)
A long time comin'
But I know a change is gonna come
Oh, yes it will
This has been The Fugees
L Boogie, Prize Well, Wyclef
The Refugees are out
(Yes it will, yes it will, yes it will)
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