Lauryn Hill

4:21

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

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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Zealots

from Fugees - The Score (1996)

When It Hurts So Bad (Album Version)

5:42

from Lauryn Hill - The Miseducation Of Lauryn Hill (1998)

When it hurts so bad
when it hurts so bad
when it hurts so bad
when it hurts so bad
Why's it feel so good
When it hurts so bad
when it hurts so bad
when it hurts so bad
when it hurts so bad
when it hurts so bad
when it hurts so bad
Why's it feel so good
when it hurts so bad
when it hurts so bad
I loved real real hard once
But the love wasn't returned
Found out the man I'd die for
He wasn't even concerned
I tried and I tried and I tried
To keep him in my life
To keep him in my life
I cried and I cried and I cried
But I couldn't make it right
But I I loved the young man

And if you've ever been in love
Then you'd understand
What you want might make you cry
What you need might pass you by
If you don't catch it
If you don't catch it
If you don't catch it
And what you need ironically
Will turn out what you want to be
If you just let it
If you just let it
If you just let it
If you just let it
See I thought this feeling
It was all that I had
But how could this be love
And make me feel so bad
Gave up my power
Gave up my power
I existed for you
But whoever knew
the voo doo you'd do
But I I loved the young man
And if you've ever been in love
you'd understand
What you want might make you cry
What you need might pass you by
If you don't catch it
And what you need ironically
Will turn out what you want to be
If you just let it
say what you want might make you cry
What you need might pass you by
If you don't catch it
And what you need ironically
Will turn out what you want to be
If you just let it
If you just let it
When it hurts so bad
when it hurts so bad
when it hurts so bad
when it hurts so bad
Why's it feel so good
When it hurts so bad
when it hurts so bad
When it hurts so bad
when it hurts so bad
when it hurts so bad
when it hurts so bad
Why's it feel so good
When it hurts so bad
when it hurts so bad
when it hurts so bad
when it hurts so bad
when it hurts so bad
Why's it feel so good
when it hurts so bad
when it hurts so bad

And if you've ever been in love
Then you'd understand
What you want might make you cry
What you need might pass you by
If you don't catch it
If you don't catch it
If you don't catch it
And what you need ironically
Will turn out what you want to be
If you just let it
If you just let it
If you just let it
If you just let it
See I thought this feeling
It was all that I had
But how could this be love
And make me feel so bad
Gave up my power
Gave up my power
I existed for you
But whoever knew
the voo doo you'd do
But I I loved the young man
And if you've ever been in love
you'd understand
What you want might make you cry
What you need might pass you by
If you don't catch it
And what you need ironically
Will turn out what you want to be
If you just let it
say what you want might make you cry
What you need might pass you by
If you don't catch it
And what you need ironically
Will turn out what you want to be
If you just let it
If you just let it
When it hurts so bad
when it hurts so bad
when it hurts so bad
when it hurts so bad
Why's it feel so good
When it hurts so bad
when it hurts so bad
When it hurts so bad
when it hurts so bad
when it hurts so bad
when it hurts so bad
Why's it feel so good
When it hurts so bad
when it hurts so bad
when it hurts so bad
when it hurts so bad
when it hurts so bad
Why's it feel so good
when it hurts so bad
when it hurts so bad

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VOCAB

5:02

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

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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Vocab

from Fugees - Blunted On Reality (1994)

Vocab (Refugees Acoustic Remix)

from Fugees - N/A (1997)

Vocab (Remix)

from Fugees - N/A (1997)

Vocab (Remix Instrumental)

from Fugees - N/A (1997)

Vocab (Salaam's Acostic Remix)

from Fugees - N/A (1997)

Vocab (Vibey Remix)

from Fugees - N/A (1997)

Vocab (salaam`s Remix)

7:00

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

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

[Lauryn Hill]

Verse Two: Prazwell

[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

[Lauryn Hill]

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Voca B (hiphop Remix)

4:37

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

[Lauryn Hill]

Verse Two: Prazwell

[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

[Lauryn Hill]

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Turn The Lights Down Low

Bob Marley, Lauryn Hill

4:02

from The Best Man (베스트 맨) [ost] (1999)

To Zion (Album Version)

6:09

from Lauryn Hill - The Miseducation Of Lauryn Hill (1998)

One day you'll understand Zion

unsure of what the balance held
i touched my belly overwhelmed
by what i had been chosen to perform
but then an angel came one day
told me to kneel down and prey
for unto me a man child would be
born woe this crazy circumstance
i knew his life deserved a chance
but everybody told me to be smart
look at your career they said
Lauryn baby use your head
but instead i chose to use my heart
Now the joy of my world is in Zion
now the joy of my world is in Zion
how beautiful if nothing more
than to wait at Zion's door i've
never been in love like this before
now let me pray to keep you from
the perils that will surely come
see life for you my prince has just
begun and i thank you for choosing
me to come through unto life to be
a beautiful reflection of his grace
see i know that a gift so great
is only one god could create
and i'm reminded everytime
i see your face
That the joy of my world is in Zion
Now the joy of my world is in Zion
Now the joy of my world is in Zion
Now the joy of my world is in Zion
Watch him watch him watch him
watch him Zion watch him watch him
watch him Watch him watch him
watch him watch him Zion watch him
Watch him watch him watch him
watch him Zion watch him watch him
watch him Watch him watch him
watch him watch him Zion watch him
Watch him watch him watch him
watch him Zion watch him watch him
watch him Watch him watch him
watch him watch him Zion watch him
Watch him watch him watch him
watch him Zion watch him watch him
watch him Watch him watch him
watch him watch him Zion watch him
Watch him watch him watch him
watch him Zion watch him watch him
watch him Watch him watch him
watch him watch him Zion watch him

The Score

5:02

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.

[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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The Score

from Fugees - The Score (1996)

The Score

from Fugees - Ready Or Not [single] (1997)

The Passion

from The Passion Of The Christ Songs/ Original Songs Inspired By The Film (2004)

If they only owned love
shown love grown love
like this before
If they only knew love
true love to love
like this before
If they only gave love
saved love brave love
like this before
If they only called love
love love called love
like this before
If they'd only showed love
they owed love owed love
like this before
If they only showed love
they owed love they owed love
like this before
If they only knew love
true love to love
like this before
If they only gave love
saved love brave love
like this before
If they only showed love
they owed love they owed love
like this before

Like this before
If they ever showed love
they owed love they owed love
they owed love
If they ever showed love
they owed love they owed love
like this before

If they only claimed love
claimed love claimed love
They maintained love

Instead they drained love
stained love

They didn't control love
my soul loves a whole love
like this before

Received the same love
If they didn't regret love
forget love
say they never met love

If they will love
don't kill love
just be still love
If they will love
don't kill love
just be still love
If they will love
don't kill love
just be still love
If they will love
don't kill love
just be still love

The Passion

5:47

from Lauryn Hill - The Passion of The Christ (Songs of Inspiration) (2004)

The Miseducation Of Lauryn Hill (Album Version)

3:55

from Lauryn Hill - The Miseducation Of Lauryn Hill (1998)

The Mask

4:51

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.

[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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The Mask

from Fugees - The Score (1996)

The Beast

5:37

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)

*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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The Beast

from Fugees - The Score (1996)

TEMPLE

4:03

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

Temple

from Fugees - Blunted On Reality (1994)

Tell Him (Live)

4:40

from Lauryn Hill - The Miseducation Of Lauryn Hill (1998)

Sweet sweet sweet tell him

Let me be patient let me be kind
Make me unselfish without being
blind Though I may suffer
I'll envy it not And endure what
comes Cause he's all that
I got and tell him
Tell him I need Tell him I
love him And it'll be alright
Telll himmm be alright be alright
Now I may have faith to make
mountains fall But if I lack love
then I am nothin' at all
I can give away everything
I possess But left without love
then I have no happiness
I know I'm imperfect
& not without sin But now that
I'm older all childish things
end and tell him
Tell him I need Tell him I
love him And it'll be alright
Telll himmm be alright be alright
I'll never be jealous
And I won't be too kind
Cause love is not boastful
Oooh and love is not loud Tell him
I need him Tell him I love him
Everything's gonna be alright

Now I may have wisdom and knowledge
on Earth But if I speak wrong then
what is it worth See what we now
know is nothing compared to the
love that was shown when our lives
were spared and tell him
Tell him I need Tell him I
love him And it'll be alright
Telll himmm be alright be alright
Telll himmm be alright be alright
Telll himmm be alright be alright
Telll himmm be alright be alright

Take It Easy

The Fugees

4:23

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

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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Take It Easy (Inst.)

The Fugees

4:19

from Fugees - Take It Easy [single] (2005)

Superstar (Album Version)

4:57

from Lauryn Hill - The Miseducation Of Lauryn Hill (1998)

Yo hip hop
started out in the heart
Uh huh yo
Now everybody tryin to chart
Say what Hip Hop
started out in the heart
Yo now everybody tryin to chart
C'mon now baby c'mon now baby
c'mon now baby
c'mon uhh
C'mon now baby c'mon now baby
c'mon now baby
c'mon
C'mon baby light my fire
Everything you drop is so tired
Music is supposed to inspire
How come we ain't gettin no higher
Now tell me your philosophy
on exactly what an artist should be
Should they be someone with prosperity
and no concept of reality
Now who you know without any flaws
That lives above the spiritual laws
And does anything they feel
just because
there's always someone
there who'll applaud
C'mon baby light my fire
Everything you drop is so tired
Music is supposed to inspire
How come we ain't gettin no higher
I know you think
that you've got it all
And by making other people feel small
makes you think you're unable to fall
But when you do
who you gonna call
See what you give is
just what you get
I know it hasn't hit you yet
Now I don't mean to get you upset
But every cause has an effect
Uh huh
C'mon baby light my fire
Everything you drop is so tired
Music is supposed to inspire
So how come we ain't gettin no higher
I cross sands in distant lands
made plans with
the sheiks
Why you beef with freaks as
my album sales peak
Uhh
All I wanted was to sell
like five hundred
and be a Ghetto Supastar since
my first album
Blunted
I used to work at Foot Locker
they fired me and
fronted
or I quitted now I spit it
however do you
want it
Now you get it writing rhymes
in the Range
with the frames
lightly tinted
then send it to your blcok to
have my full name
cemented
And if your lines sound
like mine
I'm taking a percentage
Unprecedented and still respected
when it's finished I'm serious
I'm takin over
areas in Aquarius
Runnin red lights with my ten
thousand chariots
Just as Christ was a Superstar
you stupid Star
They hail you then nail you
no matter who you are
They'll make you now then
take you down and
make you face it
If you slit the bag open
put your pinky in it
and taste it
C'mon baby light my fire
Everything you drop is so tired
Music is supposed to inspire
So how come we ain't gettin no higher
C'mon baby light my fire
Everything you drop is so tired
Music is supposed to inspire
So how come we ain't gettin no higher
C'mon baby light my fire
Everything you drop is so tired
Music is supposed to inspire
So how come we ain't gettin no higher

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Summer-oceanside Extended Version (Oceanside Extended Version)

featuring Lauryn Hill

5:57

from Kool & The Gang - Summer [single] (2010)

Summer-funk Metazz Club Mix (Funk Metazz Club Mix)

featuring Lauryn Hill

Summer-francesco Diaz Summer Club Mix (Francesco Diaz Summer Club Mix)

6:21

from Kool & The Gang - Summer [single] (2010)

featuring Lauryn Hill

7:47

from Kool & The Gang - Summer [single] (2010)

Summer-b2b Remix (B3B Remix)

featuring Lauryn Hill

7:19

from Kool & The Gang - Summer [single] (2010)

Special News Bulletin Interlude

from Fugees - Blunted On Reality (1994)

SPECIAL NEWS BULLETIN INTERLUDE

0:21

from Fugees - Blunted On Reality (1994)

Some Seek Stardom

from Fugees - Blunted On Reality (1994)

SOME SEEK STARDOM

3:42

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

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...

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...

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So High (Cloud 9 Remix)

featuring Lauryn Hill

5:07

from John Legend - Get Lifted (2004)

Baby since the day you came into my life
You made me realize that we were born to fly
You showed me everyday new possibilities
You proved my fantasies
what love could really be
Let's go to a place where only lovers go
To a spot that we've never known
To the top of a cloud we're floating away
Ooh this feels so crazy, how this love is blazing
Baby we're so high, walking on cloud nine
You got me up so high So High
My shoes are scraping the sky So High
You got me up so high Oh
My shoes are scraping the sky
Maybe later we could go up to the moon
Or sail among the stars
before the night is through
And when morning comes
we'll see the sun is not so far
And can't get much closer
to god then where we are
We'll go to a place where only lovers go
To a spot that we've never known
To the top of the clouds we're floating way
Ooh this feels so crazy, oh this love is blazing
And baby we're so high, walking on cloud nine
You got me up so high So High
My shoes are scraping the sky So High
You got me up so high Oh
My shoes are scraping the sky
Oooh, yeah Ooooo-ooh oh
Oooh this feels so crazy,
how this love is blazing
Baby we're soo high, walking on cloud nine
You got me up so high
You got me up so high
You got me up so high
My shoes are scraping the sky
Ooooh yeeaah Mmmhaaaah ay Yeah...
Let's go to the moon baby,oooh
Let's go, go, let's go to the moon baby
So high

So High (Cloud 9 Remix Without Rap)

featuring Lauryn Hill

from John Legend - So High [digital single] (2005)

So High (Cloud 9 Remix)

featuring Lauryn Hill

from John Legend - So High [digital single] (2005)

So High (Cloud 9 Remix Inst)

featuring Lauryn Hill

from John Legend - So High [digital single] (2005)

So High (Cloud 9 Remix Call Out Hook)

featuring Lauryn Hill

from John Legend - So High [digital single] (2005)

So High (Cloud 9 Remix Edit)

featuring Lauryn Hill

from John Legend - So High [digital single] (2005)

Shouts Outs From The Block

from Fugees - Blunted On Reality (1994)

SHOUT OUTS FROM THE BLOCK

9:16

from Fugees - Blunted On Reality (1994)

Retrospect For Life

featuring Lauryn Hill

Common

from Common 3집 - One Day It'll All Make Sense (1997)

Yo, we gotta start respectin life more y'all
You look at your brother man you gotta see yourself
Gotta see the God within him
Brothers gettin changed real quick over nothin
We losin too many of ours
Gotta recreate y'all
Yo, check it

Knowin you the best part of life, do I have the right to take yours
Cause I created you, irresponsibly
Subconciously knowin the act I was a part of
The start of somethin, I'm not ready to bring into the world
Had myself believin I was sterile
I look into mother's stomach, wonder if you are a boy or a girl
Turnin this woman's womb into a tomb
But she and I agree, a seed we don't need
You would've been much more than a mouth to feed
But someone, I woulda fed this information I read
to someone, my life for you I woulda had to leave
Instead I lead you to death
I'm sorry for takin your first breath, first step, and first cry
But I wasn't prepared mentally nor financially
Havin a child shouldn't have to bring out the man in me
Plus I wanted you to be raised within a family
I don't wanna, go through the drama of havin a baby's momma
Weekend visits and buyin J's ain't gon' make me a father
For a while bearing a child is somethin I never wanted to do
For me to live forever I can only do that through you
Nerve I got to talk about them niggaz with a gun
Must have really thought I was God to take the life of my son
I could have sacrificed goin out
To think my homies who did it I used to joke about, from now on
I'ma use self control instead of birth control
Cause t'ree hunderd 'n' fi'teen dolla's ain't worth your soul
t'ree hunderd 'n' fi'teen dolla's ain't worth your soul
t'ree hunderd 'n' fi'teen dolla's ain't worth it

[Lauryn Hill (two layers of vocals, same words)]
I, never dreamed you'd leave, in summer
You said you would be here when it rained
[Common] Yo
Why didn't you stay

Seeing you as a present and a gift in itself
You had our child in you, I probably never feel what you felt
But you dealt with it like the strong black woman you are
Through our trials and tribulations, child's elimination
An intergration of thoughts I feel about the situation
Back and forth my feelings was pacin
Happy deep down but not joyed enough to have it
But even that's a lie in less than two weeks, we was back at it
Is this unprotected love or safe to say it's lust
Bustin, more than the sweat in somebody you trust
Or is it that we don't trust each other enough
And believe, havin this child'll make us have to stay together
Girl I want you in my life cause you have made it better
Thinkin we all in love cause we can spend a day together
We talkin spendin the rest of our lives
It's too many black women that can say they mothers
but can't say that they wives
I wouldn't chose any other to mother my understanding
But I want our Parenthood to come from Planning
It's so much in my life that's undone
We gotta see eye to eye, about family, before we can become one
If you had decided to have it the situation I wouldn't run from
But I'm walkin, findin myself in my God
So I can, discipline my son with my writin
Not have a judge tellin me how and when to raise my seed
Though his death was at our greed, with no one else to blame
I had a book of Afrikan names, case our minds changed
You say your period hasn't came, and lately I've been sleepy
So quit smokin the weed and the beadies and let's have this boy

[Lauryn Hill]
I, never dreamed you'd leave in summer
You said you would be here when it rained
You said you would be here when it rained
Ohh I, never dreamed you'd leave in summer
Now the situation's made things change
Things change
Why, didn't you stay
Why didn't you stay...
I, never dreamed you'd leave, in summer
In summer
You said you would be here when, it rained
When it rained, it rained
Ohhhohh I, never dreamed, you'd leave in summer
You said you wouldn't leave
Now the situation's made things change
Things change, why didn't you stay?
Stay, stay stay stay stay stay stay
Mmmmm, stayyy
Uh-uh
Ohh why didn't you stay..

Knowin you the best part of life, do I have the right to take yours 
Cause I created you, irresponsibly 
Subconciously knowin the act I was a part of 
The start of somethin, I'm not ready to bring into the world 
Had myself believin I was sterile 
I look into mother's stomach, wonder if you are a boy or a girl 
Turnin this woman's womb into a tomb 
But she and I agree, a seed we don't need 
You would've been much more than a mouth to feed 
But someone, I woulda fed this information I read 
to someone, my life for you I woulda had to leave 
Instead I lead you to death 
I'm sorry for takin your first breath, first step, and first cry 
But I wasn't prepared mentally nor financially 
Havin a child shouldn't have to bring out the man in me 
Plus I wanted you to be raised within a family 
I don't wanna, go through the drama of havin a baby's momma 
Weekend visits and buyin J's ain't gon' make me a father 
For a while bearing a child is somethin I never wanted to do 
For me to live forever I can only do that through you 
Nerve I got to talk about them niggaz with a gun 
Must have really thought I was God to take the life of my son 
I could have sacrificed goin out 
To think my homies who did it I used to joke about, from now on 
I'ma use self control instead of birth control 
Cause t'ree hunderd 'n' fi'teen dolla's ain't worth your soul 
t'ree hunderd 'n' fi'teen dolla's ain't worth your soul 
t'ree hunderd 'n' fi'teen dolla's ain't worth it

[Lauryn Hill (two layers of vocals, same words)] 
I, never dreamed you'd leave, in summer 
You said you would be here when it rained 
[Common] Yo 
Why didn't you stay

Seeing you as a present and a gift in itself 
You had our child in you, I probably never feel what you felt 
But you dealt with it like the strong black woman you are 
Through our trials and tribulations, child's elimination 
An intergration of thoughts I feel about the situation 
Back and forth my feelings was pacin 
Happy deep down but not joyed enough to have it 
But even that's a lie in less than two weeks, we was back at it 
Is this unprotected love or safe to say it's lust 
Bustin, more than the sweat in somebody you trust 
Or is it that we don't trust each other enough 
And believe, havin this child'll make us have to stay together 
Girl I want you in my life cause you have made it better 
Thinkin we all in love cause we can spend a day together 
We talkin spendin the rest of our lives 
It's too many black women that can say they mothers 
but can't say that they wives 
I wouldn't chose any other to mother my understanding 
But I want our Parenthood to come from Planning 
It's so much in my life that's undone 
We gotta see eye to eye, about family, before we can become one 
If you had decided to have it the situation I wouldn't run from 
But I'm walkin, findin myself in my God 
So I can, discipline my son with my writin 
Not have a judge tellin me how and when to raise my seed 
Though his death was at our greed, with no one else to blame 
I had a book of Afrikan names, case our minds changed 
You say your period hasn't came, and lately I've been sleepy 
So quit smokin the weed and the beadies and let's have this boy

[Lauryn Hill] 
I, never dreamed you'd leave in summer 
You said you would be here when it rained 
You said you would be here when it rained 
Ohh I, never dreamed you'd leave in summer 
Now the situation's made things change 
Things change 
Why, didn't you stay 
Why didn't you stay... 
I, never dreamed you'd leave, in summer 
In summer 
You said you would be here when, it rained 
When it rained, it rained 
Ohhhohh I, never dreamed, you'd leave in summer 
You said you wouldn't leave 
Now the situation's made things change 
Things change, why didn't you stay? 
Stay, stay stay stay stay stay stay 
Mmmmm, stayyy 
Uh-uh 
Ohh why didn't you stay..

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Repercussions

featuring Lauryn Hill

BoyWonder

2:48

from BoyWonder - Repercussions [single] (2012)

Refugees On The Mic

from Fugees - Blunted On Reality (1994)

REFUGEES ON THE MIC

4:57

from Fugees - Blunted On Reality (1994)

Refugees On The Mic (Remix)

from Fugees - N/A (1997)

Red Intro

1:51

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.

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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RECHARGE

5:10

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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Recharge

from Fugees - Blunted On Reality (1994)

Ready Or Not

3:47

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)

*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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Ready Or Not

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

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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Ready Or Not (Lp Version)

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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Ready Or Not (django Remix)

5:17

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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Ready Or Not (salaams Ready For The Show Remix)

4:41

from Fugees - Refugee Camp [live] (1997)

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]

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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Nothing Even Matters (Album Version)

5:50

from Lauryn Hill - The Miseducation Of Lauryn Hill (1998)

Now the skies could fall
Not even if my boss should call
The world it seems so very small
Cause nothing even matters at all
Nothing even matters
Nothing even matters at all
Nothing even matters
Nothing even matters at all
Your love makes me
feel ten feet tall
Without it
I'd go through withdrawal
Cause nothing even matters at all
Nothing even matters
Nothing even matters at all
Nothing even matters
Nothing even matters at all
drift out to sea
Some natural catastrophe
Still there's no place
I'd rather be
Cause nothing even matters to me
Nothing even matters
Nothing even matters to me
Nothing even matters
Nothing even matters to me
I sometimes have the tendency
To look at you religiously
Cause nothing even matters to me
Nothing even matters
Nothing even matters to me
Now you won't find me at no store
I have no time for manicures
With you it's never either or
Cause nothing even matters no more
Nothing even matters
Nothing it don't matter
Nothing even matters
Nothing even matters no more
And make it to the Final Four
Just repossess my 4x4
Cause nothing even matters no more
Nothing even matters
Nothing even matters no more
Nothing even matters

No Woman,no Cry

5:27

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

No Woman, No Cry

4:33

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

No Woman, No Cry

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
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

No Woman, No Cry

from With H - Doo Wop (2004)

Nappy Heads (Remix) * (Remix)

Fugees (Refugee Camp)

from Fugees - Killing Me Softly (1997)

NAPPY HEADS

5:22

from Fugees - Blunted On Reality (1994)

NAPPY HEADS

4:29

from Fugees - Blunted On Reality (1994)

Nappy Heads

from Fugees - Blunted On Reality (1994)

Nappy Heads (Remix)

from Fugees - Blunted On Reality (1994)

Nappy Heads (Mad Spider Mix)

from Fugees - N/A (1997)

Nappy Heads

4:27

from Fugees - Refugee Camp [live] (1997)

Mista Mista

2:43

from Fugees - The Score (1996)

Mista Mista

from Fugees - The Score (1996)

Manifest/outro

from Fugees - The Score (1996)

Manifest / Outro

6:00

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

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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Lost Ones (Album Version)

5:34

from Lauryn Hill - The Miseducation Of Lauryn Hill (1998)

It's funny how money
change a situation
Miscommunication leads to
complication
My emancipation don't fit
your equation
I was on the humble
you on every station
Some wan' play young Lauryn
like she dumb
But remember not
a game new under the sun
Everything you did has
already been done
I know all the tricks from
Bricks to Kingston
My ting done made your
kingdom wan' run
Now understand
L Boogie's non violent
But if a thing test me
run for mi gun
Can't take a threat to
mi newborn son
L's been this way since creation
A groupie call
you fall from temptation
Now you wanna ball over separation
Tarnish my image in your conversation
Who you gon' scrimmage
like you the champion
You might win some
but you just lost one
You might win some
but you just lost one
You might win some
but you just lost one
You might win some
but you just lost one
You might win some
but you just lost one
Now now how come your talk turn cold
Gained the whole world
for the price of your soul
Tryin' to grab hold of
what you can't control
Now you're all floss
what a sight to behold
Wisdom is better than
silver and gold
I was hopeless now
I'm on Hope road
Every man want to act
like he's exempt
When him need to get
down on his knees and repent
Can't slick talk on the day
of judgement
Your movement's similar to a serpent
Tried to play straight
how your whole style bent
Consequence is no coincidence
Hypocrites always want
to play innocent
Always want to take it to the
full out extent
Always want to make it seem
like good intent
Never want to face it
when it's time for punishment
I know that you don't wanna hear
my opinion
But there come many paths
and you must choose one
And if you don't change
then the rain soon come
See you might win some
but you just lost one
You might win some
but you just lost one
You might win some
but you just lost one
You might win some
but you just lost one
You might win some
but you just lost one
You might win some
but you really lost one
You just lost one
it's so silly how come
When it's all done
did you really gain from
What you done done
it's so silly how come
You just lost one
Now don't you understand man
universal law
What you throw out
comes back to you star
Never underestimate those
who you scar
Cause karma karma
karma comes back to you hard
You can't hold God's people
back that long
The chain of Shatan
wasn't made that strong
Trying to pretend like your word
is your bond
But until you do right
all you do will go wrong
Now some might mistake
this for just a simple song
And some don't know
what they have 'til it's gone
Now even when you're gone
you can still be reborn
And from the night can
arrive the sweet dawn
Now some might listen and
some might shun
And some may think that
they've reached perfection
If you look closely you'll
see what you've become
Cause you might win some
but you just lost one
You might win some
but you just lost one
You might win some
but you just lost one
You might win some
but you just lost one
You might win some
but you just lost one
You might win some
but you really lost one
You just lost one
it's so silly how come
When it's all done
did you really gain from
What you done done
it so silly how come
You might win some
but you really lost one
You just lost one
it's so silly how come
When it's all done
did you really gain from
What you done done
it so silly how come
You just lost one
You just lost one
You just lost one
You just lost one
You just lost one
You just lost one
You just lost one
You just lost one
What you done done

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Living Like There Ain`t No Tomorrow

from Fugees - Blunted On Reality (1994)

LIVING LIKE THERE AIN`T NO TOMORROW

4:00

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

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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Killing Me Sotly

from Fugees - The Score (1996)

Killing Me Softly With His Song

2:41

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

Killing Me Softly

4:59

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

Killing Me Softly (Live Version)

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

Killing Me Softly (Lp Version Instrumental)

Fugees (Refugee Camp)

from Fugees - Killing Me Softly (1997)

Killing Me Softly (Lp Version W/Out Intro)

Fugees (Refugee Camp)

from Fugees - Killing Me Softly (1997)

Just Happy To Be Me

2:32

from Sesame Street: Elmopalooza! [ost] (1998)

Introduction

from Fugees - Blunted On Reality (1994)

INTRODUCTION

1:15

from Fugees - Blunted On Reality (1994)

Intro (Album Version)

0:47

from Lauryn Hill - The Miseducation Of Lauryn Hill (1998)

I Used To Love Him (Album Version)

5:39

from Lauryn Hill - The Miseducation Of Lauryn Hill (1998)

As I look at what I've done
The type of life that I've lived
How many things
I pray the father will forgive

One situation involved a young man
He was the ocean and I was the sand
He stole my heart like
a thief in the night
Dulled my senses blurred my sight
I used to love him but now I don't
I used to love him
but now I don't
I chose a road
of passion and pain
Sacrificed too much
and waited in vain
Gave up my power
ceased being queen
Addicted to love
like the drug of a fiend
Torn and confused wasted and used
Reached the crossroad
which path would I choose
Stuck and frustrated I waited
debated
For something to happen that
just wasn't fated
Thought what I wanted was
something I needed
When momma said no
I just should have heeded
Misled I bled till
the poison was gone
And out of the darkness arrived
the sweet dawn
I used to love him but now I don't
I used to love him
but now I don't

Father you saved me and
showed me that life
Was much more than being
some foolish man's wife
Showed me that love was respect
and devotion
Greater than planets deeper
than oceans
My soul was weary but now
it's replenished
Content because that part
of my life is finished
I see him sometimes
and the look in his eye
Is one of a man
who's lost treasures untold
But my heart is gold
I took back my soul
And totally let my creator control
The life which was his to begin with
I used to love him but now I don't

How Many Mics

4:29

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

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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How Many Mics [Cassette Only]

from Fugees - Fu Gee La [single] (1996)

How Many Mics

from Fugees - Fu Gee La [single] (1996)

HOW HARD IS IT?

3:52

from Fugees - Blunted On Reality (1994)

How Hard Is It?

from Fugees - Blunted On Reality (1994)

HARLEM CHIT CHAT INTERLUDE

0:50

from Fugees - Blunted On Reality (1994)

Harlem Chit Chat Inerlude

from Fugees - Blunted On Reality (1994)

Guarding The Gates (From "Queen & Slim: The Soundtrack")

from Queen & Slim: The Soundtrack (Explicit Ver.) [single, ost] (2019)

Good Times

from Fugees - N/A (1997)

Giggles

from Fugees - Blunted On Reality (1994)

GIGGLES