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Fugees( The Fugees )
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Zealots
作詞:Al Dubin, Lauryn Hill, Nel Wyclef Jean, Samuel Prakazrel Michel, Harry Warren
One, two, I'm 'bout to set this off, like this Hip-hoppers, check it
Another MC lose his life tonight, Lord I beg that you pray to Jesus Christ, why? Oh Lord, Father don't let him bury me, whoa
I haunt MC's like Mephistopheles, bringin' swords of Damocles Secret Service keep a close watch as if my name was Kennedy Abstract raps simple with a street format Gaze into the sky and measure planets by parallax
Check out the retrograde motion, kill the notion Of bitin' and recyclin' and callin' it your own creation I feel like Rockwell, 'Somebody's watching me' I got no privacy whether on land or at sea
And for you bitin' zealots, your raps are cacophonic Hypocrite, critic but deep inside you wish you had the pop hit It hurts don't it, a ReFugee come to your turf And take over the earth
See my rhymes, are the type of fly rhymes That can only get down with my crew And if you try to take lines or bite rhymes We'll show you how the ReFugees do
Yeah, yeah behold, as my odes, manifold on your rhymes Two MC's can't occupy the same space at the same time It's against the laws of physics So weep as your, 'Sweet Dreams' break up like Eurythmics
Rap rejects my tape deck, ejects projectile Whether Jew or gentile, I rank top percentile Many styles, more powerful than gamma rays My grammar pays, like Carlos Sanatana plays, 'Black Magic Woman'
So while you fumin' I'm consumin' mango juice under Polaris You just embarrassed 'cause it's your, 'Last Tango in Paris' And even after all my logic and my theory I add a motherfucker so you ig'nant niggaz hear me もっと沢山の歌詞は ※ Mojim.com
Crew remember take notes, as I sow my rap oats And for you bitin' zealots, here's a quote
Ay, another MC lose his life tonight, ohh I beg that you pray to Jesus Christ, why? Oh Lord, Father don't let him bury me, aiy
You can try but you can't divide the tribe These cats can't rap, Mr. Author I feel no Vibe, whatchu readin'? The magazine says the girl should have went solo The guys should stop rappin' vanish like Menudo
Took it to the heart but every actor plays his part As long as someone was listenin', I knew it was a start For me to get my chance, grab my pen and revamp, bing
Do a cameo while everybody do the dance Quick now 'cause you runnin' out of luck-a Playin' Mr. Big, 'I'm Gonna Get You Sucka' While you munchin' at your luncheon
I'll be plannin' your assassination, bing Then hit you like The Dutchman
I compress sound sets with my rap DBX Then drop vocals on my 456 Ampex Bring terror to the shop of horror As she cry, 'Mi amor,' the Phantom dies in the Opera
And to the young'uns who carry gadgets And kill six days a week, then rest on the Sabbath, hold up, hold up Violence ain't necessary, unless you provoke me Then get buried like the great Mussolini
And for you bitin' zealots, your rap styles are relics No matter who you, 'Damage', you're still a false, 'Prophet'
Ay, another MC lose his life tonight, Lord I beg that you pray to Jesus Christ, why? Oh Lord, Father don't let him bury me, yeah
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