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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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| 4:29 |
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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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| 5:10 |
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"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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| 5. |
| 1:08 |
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| 6. |
| 5:02 |
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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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| 0:21 |
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| 5:09 |
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| 4:03 |
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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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| 3:52 |
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| 0:50 |
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| 12. |
| 3:42 |
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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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| 4:21 |
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| 1:00 |
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| 4:57 |
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| 16. |
| 4:00 |
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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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| 9:16 |
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| 5:22 |
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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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