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.
*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
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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
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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
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Many, many money many many many Many, many money, ha, ha, ha
*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
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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
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
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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"
*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.
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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.
We used to be number 10 Now we're permanent one, In the battle lost my finger, Mic became my arm Pistol nozzle hits your nasal, blood becomes lukewarm Tell the woman be easy Naah squeeze the Charmin Test Wyclef, see death flesh get scorned. Beat you so bad make you feel like you ain't wanna be born And tell your friends stay the hell out of my lawn. Chicken George became Dead George stealin' chickens from my farm. Damn, Another dead pigeon If your mafiosos then I'm bringin' on Haitian Sicilians Nobody's shootin', my body's made of hand grenade Girl bled to death while she was tongue-kissing a razor blade. That sounds sick maybe one eday I'll write a horror Blackula comes to the ghetto, jacks an ACURA Stevie Wonder sees Crack Babies Be-Coming Enemies of their own families. What's going on? Armageddon come you know we soon done Gun by my side just in case I gotta rump A boy on the side of Babylon, trying to front like he's down with Mount Zion.
*Oooh La La La, It's the way that we rock when we're doing our thang Oooh La La La, It's the natural LA that the Refugees Bring Oooh La La La La La La Lalala La Laaah, Sweeeeet Thing
Yeah in saloons we drink Boone's and battle goons till high noon, Bust rap toons on flat spoons, take no shorts like poon poon's. See hoochies pop coochies, for Gucci's and Lucci Find me in my Mitsubishi, eatin' sushi, bumpin' Fugees. Hey Hey Hey Try to take the crew and we don't play play Say say say Like Paul McCartney, not hardly, ODD-ly enough I can see right through your bluff Niggas huff and they puff but they can't handle us, WE BUST Cause we fortified, I could never hide, seen "Cooley High", Cried when Cochise died. I'm twisted, black-listed by some other negroes, Don't remove my Polos on the first episode. Ha Ha Ha Ha, You shouldn't diss refugees, and Ha Ha Ha Ha, You whole sound set's bootie , and Ha Ha Ha Ha, You have to respect JERSEY, cause I'm superfly when I'm super-high on the Fu-Gee-La.
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I sit 90 degrees underneath palm trees, Smokin' beadies as I burn my calories, Brooklyn roof tops become Brooklyn tee-pees, Who that be, enemies, wanna see the death of me. From Hawaii to Hawthorne, I run marathons, like Buju Banton, I'm a true champion, like, Farakkhan reads his Daily Qu'ran it's a phenomenon, lyrics fast like Ramadan.
What's goin' on Armageddon come you know we soon done Gun by my side just in case I gotta rump A boy on the side of Babylon, trying to front like he's down with Mount Zion. x2
[OMEGA] Where I was born, nothing is promised My life is filled with less hope than the prophecies of Nostradamus Omega marks the ending of predictability, birth of agility Who will it be to test me and expose their futility. Iron like a lion from Zion stop tryin' so hard, I think I smell your brain cells fryin'. The family's behind you if you're worthy Philosophies developed deep in the back streets of dirty Jersey Troops with scully hats and Timberland boots No more break-dancing for loot. Niggas hustle and shoot In the Garden State, it grows stink weeds and criminals Government funds are minimal Oppression's subliminal
[CLEF] These days its hard for we to find peace of mind Between insanity and sanity there lies a thin line. Some dwell in hotels with Jezebels A stone age and fall a victim to the Plague Unclean bad dreams of Wyclef being a fiend, One last kiss from my sweet serpentine Eliminate then break, Navigate to rejuvenate thoughts of suicide with my nickel plate. Reconcilation came from my enemy-friend Who said family don't bend We stay silent till the end. Now who would think that your best friend Would be your worst enemy and your enemy your best friend. Stare into the air inspiration from the atmosphere I think of old ghosts, that ain't even here. Like Alex Haley take notes on this Biography My family tree consists of street refugees. A ghetto land, where we talk slang Stolen cars bang, like my chitty bang-bang sh-bang For the heads, we ain't sellin' cocaine today So refrain and let my family reign okay
[OMEGA]:CHORUS Just walkin' the streets death can take you away It's never guaranteed that you'll see the next day At night the evil armies of Shaton don't play So defend the family that's the code to obey
[CLEF] But if I fall asleep and death takes me away Don't be surprised son, I wasn't put here to stay At night the evil armies of Shaton don't play So the family sticks together and we never betray
[CLEF] Nah fuck that Fifty-two pick up, no cops around Fifty-two thousand in cash, I don't want no savings bonds Have the money ready, I smell something fishy Your wife's in my custody One false move and you'll find her body in the sea. That's the voice of the kid, that's the kidnapper I do my work and then I catch my ticket to Jamaica. Meet me in the alley, make sure you bring the money This ain't the seventies I'm far from a jive turkey
[LAURYN] My circle it can't be broken Open, cut-throatin', provokin' Record promotin, tokens chokin' on they words like smoke and. Cause we soft spoken, doesn't mean that we've forgotten Your bootie smells rotten and one day you will be gotten See joker's is scatter-brained, their focus is unrestrained My army is trained, you never find us beefin' in vain. Cause I've seen fire and I've seen rain You claim fame, while modest niggas remain. I can judge a character like Ito judge a verdict And if you bringin' threats I give you sex if I ain't heard it. See poppin' s***'s about your attitude and how you word it I've seen the biggest niggas on the block get murdered And they deserverd it Or so the beast said when they served it ??? That s*** is nervous So what's my purpose? Family, we must preserve it. Your number's retired I hope you like the hell fires You'll be screamin' Murder she Wrote like Chaka Demus and Pliars.
[OMEGA]:CHORUS Just walkin' the streets death can take you away It's never guaranteed that you'll see the next day At night the evil armies of Shaton don't play So defend the family that's the code to obey
[LAURYN] If I should fall asleep and death takes me away Don't be surprised son, I wasn't put here to stay At night the evil armies of Shaton don't play So the family stick together and we never betray.
[FORTE] We used to jump rope, But now we gun hope Bustin' shots off of project roof tops Sending signals with the blunt smoke. Ock, don't talk a lot if you can't hold it in lock If you think lips sink ships, Imagine full glock clips. I hold a glass of Remy Martin Gettin' milks by the carton Extortin' the light weights for thinkin' they important The night pays and heavenly ways Ain't nothin' free ah Knowledge of your family and steppin' to your B.I. You see I, stay on top of s*** like a fly My niggas reach when they got beef Then jet down to South Beach Yo mouthpiece is yappin' I hear it in your rap and My family is thick so that bulls*** could never happen.
[CLEF]:CHORUS Just walkin' the streets death can take you away It's never guaranteed that you'll see the next day At night the evil armies of Shaton don't play So defend the family that's the code to obey
[LAURYN] If I should fall asleep and death takes me away Don't be surprised son, I wasn't put here to stay At night the evil armies of Shaton don't play So the family stick together and we never betray.
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
[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.
[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.
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
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
We used to be number 10 But now we're permanent one Wyclef, Preacher's Son, Ichi bang, Listen Mrs. Tin Can I'm your candy handy man Me without you is like American without the Band Stand Cool fellow, dancehall stay mellow, All that guntalk who would have thought you died yellow Damn, another hero wannabe Now he sleeps with his friends in the mortuary Dude, I find it rude, when you intrude, My pistol nozzle hits your nasal, Doo doo comes out your anal Just because your buff, don't play tuff Cause I'll reverse the earth and turn your flesh back to dust.
Ooooh La La La, It's the way that we rock when we're doing our ting Oooh La La La, It's the natural LA that the Refugees Bring Oooh La La La La La La Lalala La Laaah, Sweeeeet Thing
I stay high off the Fu-Gee-La Bust when we rush, Through you must, know ruckus Crew got G's like the refu's So F who Ever want to test Bring me stress, West coast back to east, Grab my toast when I reach Truly curvin', swervin, lifestyle is urban, Sippin' Bourbon, surviving We real to keep the word when A boy want fa testthis set Then you get wet-up Just a bit to unprepared to to shoot him fair bet
Fake bullets can't scar me I can smell the weak out like safari Play you out like Atari Sacrifice you Hari Kari And I'm sorry, To every single rapper, Dick and Harry Saying they want to spar me Cause how thick my repertoire And my memoir be Reminding me of eating Calamari in the Khalahari with a band of Rhastafari. Ha Ha Ha Ha, You shouldn't diss refugees, and Ha Ha Ha Ha, You whole sound set's bootie , and
*Oooh La La La, It's the way that we rock when we're doing our ting Oooh La La La, It's the remix sound that the Refugees Bring Oooh La La La La La La Lalala La Laaah, Sweeeeet Thing
I sit 90 degrees underneath palm trees, Sitting in the cool breeze in the West Indies Flea to sea, Ship my keys On the Santa Maria, sip Sangria with senoritas (They keep telling me this and telling me that) They smile in my face then they talk behind my back But what they lack is the facts about my stats My rap impact will kill you softly like Roberta Flack
Ayo, What's goin' on Armageddon come you know we soon done Gun by my side just in case I gotta rump A boy on the side of Babylon, Trying to front like he's down with Mount Zion. x2
We used to be number 10 But now we're permanent one Wyclef, Preacher's Son, Ichi bang, Listen Mrs. Tin Can I'm your candy handy man Me without you is like American without the Band Stand Cool fellow, dancehall stay mellow, All that guntalk who would have thought you died yellow Damn, another hero wannabe Now he sleeps with his friends in the mortuary Dude, I find it rude, when you intrude, My pistol nozzle hits your nasal, Doo doo comes out your anal Just because your buff, don't play tuff Cause I'll reverse the earth and turn your flesh back to dust.
Ooooh La La La, It's the way that we rock when we're doing our ting Oooh La La La, It's the natural LA that the Refugees Bring Oooh La La La La La La Lalala La Laaah, Sweeeeet Thing
I stay high off the Fu-Gee-La Bust when we rush, Through you must, know ruckus Crew got G's like the refu's So F who Ever want to test Bring me stress, West coast back to east, Grab my toast when I reach Truly curvin', swervin, lifestyle is urban, Sippin' Bourbon, surviving We real to keep the word when A boy want fa testthis set Then you get wet-up Just a bit to unprepared to to shoot him fair bet
Fake bullets can't scar me I can smell the weak out like safari Play you out like Atari Sacrifice you Hari Kari And I'm sorry, To every single rapper, Dick and Harry Saying they want to spar me Cause how thick my repertoire And my memoir be Reminding me of eating Calamari in the Khalahari with a band of Rhastafari. Ha Ha Ha Ha, You shouldn't diss refugees, and Ha Ha Ha Ha, You whole sound set's bootie , and
*Oooh La La La, It's the way that we rock when we're doing our ting Oooh La La La, It's the remix sound that the Refugees Bring Oooh La La La La La La Lalala La Laaah, Sweeeeet Thing
I sit 90 degrees underneath palm trees, Sitting in the cool breeze in the West Indies Flea to sea, Ship my keys On the Santa Maria, sip Sangria with senoritas (They keep telling me this and telling me that) They smile in my face then they talk behind my back But what they lack is the facts about my stats My rap impact will kill you softly like Roberta Flack
Ayo, What's goin' on Armageddon come you know we soon done Gun by my side just in case I gotta rump A boy on the side of Babylon, Trying to front like he's down with Mount Zion. x2
Mista mista Can I get five dollars So I can get something to eat HELL NO MOTHERFUCKA You can't get no money from me Cause everytime I give you a dollar You go get shot up with more and more needles And you tell me that you're drug free Drug Free Mista mista I haven't ate anything for a week Can I get a quarter? HELL NO MOTHERFUCKA What can a quarter get you? Nothing motherfucka You are just fucked up Off them fucked up drugs You know you need to leave alone But you keep telling me that you're drug free MOTHERFUCKA You ain't drug free, you're a fiend And everytime I try to help you You pretend as if it's okay Then later on in the week You go back to shootin' needles, to sniffin' Oh mf, but you told me you were DRUG FREE DRUG FREE You ain't drug free motherfucka So you damn well, can't get no motherfuckin money from me
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
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
THE YEAR Two-thousand and seventeen master! THE MAN Every two-thousand years a prophecy is prophesized THE MISSION To carry out the word of the shephard into this cold world that just keeps folding THE GROUP I don't know... WHO IS THE GROUP Tran...Tranzlators!!What can make a mighty man run? Make him drop his pride and hide? Too black, too strong... WRONG Spook Sambo Nigga Jane You ain't so bad, nor big White sheets make you sad Fraid you're gonna hang, ahhh Now THAT'S a black thang Boy, you scared of me BOO! See Hide nigga hide, flee nigga flee run nigga run If I got my hood, my cross, my tree my gun My rope And it's a long one
Why am I trapped in a cage? (THE NAPPY HEADS ARE COMIN OUT) Barber can I get a fade? (THE NAPPY HEADS ARE COMIN OUT) Teacher teacher check my grades (THE NAPPY HEADS ARE COMIN OUT) I grab the mic in a RAGE... You maintain to put a negro in pain you used to diss me
혼성 그룹 푸지스(Fugees)의 1994년 데뷔 앨범 [Blunted on Reality]는 명성 있는 레이블 러프하우스 레코드(Ruffhouse Records)를 통해 나왔음에도 이렇다 할 반응을 이끌어 내지 못했다. 차트에서의 성적도 별로였으며 평단에서도 좋은 평가를 전하지 않았다. 그룹의 존재감을 부각하는 데 완전히 실패한 작품이었다. 하지만 멤버들은 의연했다. 와이클레프 장(Wyclef Jean), 로린 힐(Lauryn Hill),......
