歌曲 | Rufugees On The Mic (Album Version) |
歌手 | Fugees |
专辑 | Blunted On Reality |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
Yo', check it out, I want all the refugees out there | |
To just put up your mother****in' hands, you know you're a ****in' immigrant | |
Put up your hands youknowhatI'msayin'? | |
I'ma start this shit off like this, this time around | |
H-to-the-A-to-the-I-to-the-T-to-the-I | |
Live or die, it's nothin' but a dark side | |
Fugees on the mic, yeah, yeah | |
Yo', refugees on the mic, oh yeah, oh yeah | |
H-to-the-A-to-the-I-to-the-T-to-the-I | |
Live or die, it's nothin' but a dark side | |
Fugees on the mic, yeah, yeah | |
Yo', refugees on the mic, oh yeah, oh yeah | |
If you wanna snap (SNAP), if you wanna crack (CRACK) | |
If you wanna shoot, give me a second so I can lay flat | |
Cause this, some the cemetary's, the reality | |
Where the tough guys get buried in their property | |
Word to Sampson, the tone will get you hung | |
I had a friend, they murdered his father and his three-year-old son | |
I heard him cursin' the essence of the, the (PAUSE) committed the crime | |
But ah, murder got no time | |
The country has no law, it's either rich or poor | |
I'm out the back door, I got nuttin' to fight for | |
I'm sailin' on a boat like a goat - I clear my throat | |
When I got to Brooklyn, I was broke, so I selled coke | |
I look in through microscope, for my country and the hurt | |
My eyes bleed, I see Aaron Steed, the Haitian Pope | |
Figure or Dundee, the-riginal Malcom X | |
Swing like the ki's, so should I put on David Tomerfest | |
Though I'm humberlicious strugglin' to jump | |
Let me blow her upper-her bubble in your face - that'cha ego! | |
Aiyyo, freeze-funk, you got to stay stable | |
Watch out for the devil, he comes after you after the revival | |
When will he come, what will he do, what will he say? | |
That's all a mystery, but have your hand grenade | |
So you can blow the mother****er away | |
Beep, beep, I gotta make a sale so I can eat | |
So Praswell, grab the mic and be complete | |
Huh, lovin' the wreck in effect, will be all in checkmate | |
Another style for Praswell to translate | |
For those who can't relate to stay down my - no-man wait | |
No mistake, when I tell you, your prophet is a fake | |
You said a contract on a Haitian, three-hundred g's | |
Your sharpshooters are lousy, we mend to-high-be-high hoodies | |
So show your face-a when you waste, I know who's smokin' | |
The bigger that you try to put out yours just makes me Mr. Nobody | |
Take high wit'cha just right, it'll be like Michael get ordered, a viper you know!! | |
Yeah, a viper cause you might lose a life to the side by like | |
What did I have to in the line of the barkin' of the bright side | |
You tried to scare me but I won't mover-a | |
The bully of the block becomes the hour of the glock | |
So cuckoo!! The sounds I run are rollin' with the bodyguard | |
But don't forget the day it's sunny but it'll be foggy | |
And in the funeral, you'll be singin' a new tune | |
May your soul rest on the moon (?Jack in wood spoon!!?) | |
In Channel Seven, you said: "Death before Cut" | |
You killed so many that your conscience ended up - whattup? (WHAT!!) | |
Aiyyo black men, you're dyin' by a dozen cousin | |
So all I do is walk away yo' Prince as if nothin' happened | |
You call me a punk, I gotta step cause all you did was flex | |
But don't get closer cause the kid still gotta keep his rep | |
See I'm known for the crew like the jewel was the jewel | |
Like the follow got the boo, like the miller got the boo | |
Let the fool cop the man-jewel, suck up, up the ?cool-lew? | |
Oh why you got the ha-ha-lew-lew? | |
I got the rap loose, so sci-bi-dee-bob-bob, you don't stop | |
You do the rap-rap, from hip-hop to be-bop, from be-bop | |
To beep-beep, the Haitian kid, beeper's goin' off beep-beep | |
I gotta make a sale so I can eat, beep, beep | |
The Haitian kid, beeper's goin' off, you know I got no time to sleep, so beep-beep | |
H-to-the-A-to-the-I-to-the-T-to-the-I | |
Live or die, it's nothin' but a dark side | |
Fugees on the mic, YEAH!! | |
Yo', refugees on the mic, oh yeah, oh yeah | |
Man, I went to cops the other day to plead for my innocence | |
They brought me in another charges of a legal residents | |
And L-E-N, on a foreign land, a ???? | |
Watch me go back to my land and then there will be a thing | |
Gorillas in the mist, where everything, and the light becomes a priest | |
They put up they guard, they pump up they fists | |
Now I'm number one on they mother****in' hit-list... | |
Goin' down for first degree of manslaughter | |
Makin' change out of emcee's makin' them outta quarters | |
That's they value, that's what they worth | |
Cause the first shall be last and the last shall be first, yeah | |
What we learned was to burn, now cause you c-came | |
With that machette, it's your turn | |
It's not funny, but twenty a month is what you earn baby | |
(We on to the Yankee, pass the mic to the "Yankee") | |
Well I'm as cool to ya the mic I'm checkin' comin' from my temple | |
With a message, to deliver, but the back is very simple | |
I'm the girl "Yankee" rollin' wit' the kids from Haiti | |
Coolin' as a mighty grab who gets the last laugh hahaha... | |
You bite size with my Haitian from they stinks as my "Yankee" | |
Wonderin' who was the first to pull over girl as soon as it came out son | |
My history - a hypocrite, so what we gonna do? | |
The dope is dope is only get the man since that is true | |
So hip-hip with my lip as I rip with a felt tip | |
interpretation, With a righteous situation, a graduation | |
Your ventilation, and education, segregation, emancipation | |
A capitalization, it's agration, not separation, ya breath the Haitians... | |
H-to-the-A-to-the-I-to-the-T-to-the-I... |
Yo', check it out, I want all the refugees out there | |
To just put up your mother in' hands, you know you' re a in' immigrant | |
Put up your hands youknowhatI' msayin'? | |
I' ma start this shit off like this, this time around | |
HtotheAtotheItotheTtotheI | |
Live or die, it' s nothin' but a dark side | |
Fugees on the mic, yeah, yeah | |
Yo', refugees on the mic, oh yeah, oh yeah | |
HtotheAtotheItotheTtotheI | |
Live or die, it' s nothin' but a dark side | |
Fugees on the mic, yeah, yeah | |
Yo', refugees on the mic, oh yeah, oh yeah | |
If you wanna snap SNAP, if you wanna crack CRACK | |
If you wanna shoot, give me a second so I can lay flat | |
Cause this, some the cemetary' s, the reality | |
Where the tough guys get buried in their property | |
Word to Sampson, the tone will get you hung | |
I had a friend, they murdered his father and his threeyearold son | |
I heard him cursin' the essence of the, the PAUSE committed the crime | |
But ah, murder got no time | |
The country has no law, it' s either rich or poor | |
I' m out the back door, I got nuttin' to fight for | |
I' m sailin' on a boat like a goat I clear my throat | |
When I got to Brooklyn, I was broke, so I selled coke | |
I look in through microscope, for my country and the hurt | |
My eyes bleed, I see Aaron Steed, the Haitian Pope | |
Figure or Dundee, theriginal Malcom X | |
Swing like the ki' s, so should I put on David Tomerfest | |
Though I' m humberlicious strugglin' to jump | |
Let me blow her upperher bubble in your face that' cha ego! | |
Aiyyo, freezefunk, you got to stay stable | |
Watch out for the devil, he comes after you after the revival | |
When will he come, what will he do, what will he say? | |
That' s all a mystery, but have your hand grenade | |
So you can blow the mother er away | |
Beep, beep, I gotta make a sale so I can eat | |
So Praswell, grab the mic and be complete | |
Huh, lovin' the wreck in effect, will be all in checkmate | |
Another style for Praswell to translate | |
For those who can' t relate to stay down my noman wait | |
No mistake, when I tell you, your prophet is a fake | |
You said a contract on a Haitian, threehundred g' s | |
Your sharpshooters are lousy, we mend tohighbehigh hoodies | |
So show your facea when you waste, I know who' s smokin' | |
The bigger that you try to put out yours just makes me Mr. Nobody | |
Take high wit' cha just right, it' ll be like Michael get ordered, a viper you know!! | |
Yeah, a viper cause you might lose a life to the side by like | |
What did I have to in the line of the barkin' of the bright side | |
You tried to scare me but I won' t movera | |
The bully of the block becomes the hour of the glock | |
So cuckoo!! The sounds I run are rollin' with the bodyguard | |
But don' t forget the day it' s sunny but it' ll be foggy | |
And in the funeral, you' ll be singin' a new tune | |
May your soul rest on the moon ? Jack in wood spoon!!? | |
In Channel Seven, you said: " Death before Cut" | |
You killed so many that your conscience ended up whattup? WHAT!! | |
Aiyyo black men, you' re dyin' by a dozen cousin | |
So all I do is walk away yo' Prince as if nothin' happened | |
You call me a punk, I gotta step cause all you did was flex | |
But don' t get closer cause the kid still gotta keep his rep | |
See I' m known for the crew like the jewel was the jewel | |
Like the follow got the boo, like the miller got the boo | |
Let the fool cop the manjewel, suck up, up the ? coollew? | |
Oh why you got the hahalewlew? | |
I got the rap loose, so scibideebobbob, you don' t stop | |
You do the raprap, from hiphop to bebop, from bebop | |
To beepbeep, the Haitian kid, beeper' s goin' off beepbeep | |
I gotta make a sale so I can eat, beep, beep | |
The Haitian kid, beeper' s goin' off, you know I got no time to sleep, so beepbeep | |
HtotheAtotheItotheTtotheI | |
Live or die, it' s nothin' but a dark side | |
Fugees on the mic, YEAH!! | |
Yo', refugees on the mic, oh yeah, oh yeah | |
Man, I went to cops the other day to plead for my innocence | |
They brought me in another charges of a legal residents | |
And LEN, on a foreign land, a ???? | |
Watch me go back to my land and then there will be a thing | |
Gorillas in the mist, where everything, and the light becomes a priest | |
They put up they guard, they pump up they fists | |
Now I' m number one on they mother in' hitlist... | |
Goin' down for first degree of manslaughter | |
Makin' change out of emcee' s makin' them outta quarters | |
That' s they value, that' s what they worth | |
Cause the first shall be last and the last shall be first, yeah | |
What we learned was to burn, now cause you ccame | |
With that machette, it' s your turn | |
It' s not funny, but twenty a month is what you earn baby | |
We on to the Yankee, pass the mic to the " Yankee" | |
Well I' m as cool to ya the mic I' m checkin' comin' from my temple | |
With a message, to deliver, but the back is very simple | |
I' m the girl " Yankee" rollin' wit' the kids from Haiti | |
Coolin' as a mighty grab who gets the last laugh hahaha... | |
You bite size with my Haitian from they stinks as my " Yankee" | |
Wonderin' who was the first to pull over girl as soon as it came out son | |
My history a hypocrite, so what we gonna do? | |
The dope is dope is only get the man since that is true | |
So hiphip with my lip as I rip with a felt tip | |
interpretation, With a righteous situation, a graduation | |
Your ventilation, and education, segregation, emancipation | |
A capitalization, it' s agration, not separation, ya breath the Haitians... | |
HtotheAtotheItotheTtotheI... |
Yo', check it out, I want all the refugees out there | |
To just put up your mother in' hands, you know you' re a in' immigrant | |
Put up your hands youknowhatI' msayin'? | |
I' ma start this shit off like this, this time around | |
HtotheAtotheItotheTtotheI | |
Live or die, it' s nothin' but a dark side | |
Fugees on the mic, yeah, yeah | |
Yo', refugees on the mic, oh yeah, oh yeah | |
HtotheAtotheItotheTtotheI | |
Live or die, it' s nothin' but a dark side | |
Fugees on the mic, yeah, yeah | |
Yo', refugees on the mic, oh yeah, oh yeah | |
If you wanna snap SNAP, if you wanna crack CRACK | |
If you wanna shoot, give me a second so I can lay flat | |
Cause this, some the cemetary' s, the reality | |
Where the tough guys get buried in their property | |
Word to Sampson, the tone will get you hung | |
I had a friend, they murdered his father and his threeyearold son | |
I heard him cursin' the essence of the, the PAUSE committed the crime | |
But ah, murder got no time | |
The country has no law, it' s either rich or poor | |
I' m out the back door, I got nuttin' to fight for | |
I' m sailin' on a boat like a goat I clear my throat | |
When I got to Brooklyn, I was broke, so I selled coke | |
I look in through microscope, for my country and the hurt | |
My eyes bleed, I see Aaron Steed, the Haitian Pope | |
Figure or Dundee, theriginal Malcom X | |
Swing like the ki' s, so should I put on David Tomerfest | |
Though I' m humberlicious strugglin' to jump | |
Let me blow her upperher bubble in your face that' cha ego! | |
Aiyyo, freezefunk, you got to stay stable | |
Watch out for the devil, he comes after you after the revival | |
When will he come, what will he do, what will he say? | |
That' s all a mystery, but have your hand grenade | |
So you can blow the mother er away | |
Beep, beep, I gotta make a sale so I can eat | |
So Praswell, grab the mic and be complete | |
Huh, lovin' the wreck in effect, will be all in checkmate | |
Another style for Praswell to translate | |
For those who can' t relate to stay down my noman wait | |
No mistake, when I tell you, your prophet is a fake | |
You said a contract on a Haitian, threehundred g' s | |
Your sharpshooters are lousy, we mend tohighbehigh hoodies | |
So show your facea when you waste, I know who' s smokin' | |
The bigger that you try to put out yours just makes me Mr. Nobody | |
Take high wit' cha just right, it' ll be like Michael get ordered, a viper you know!! | |
Yeah, a viper cause you might lose a life to the side by like | |
What did I have to in the line of the barkin' of the bright side | |
You tried to scare me but I won' t movera | |
The bully of the block becomes the hour of the glock | |
So cuckoo!! The sounds I run are rollin' with the bodyguard | |
But don' t forget the day it' s sunny but it' ll be foggy | |
And in the funeral, you' ll be singin' a new tune | |
May your soul rest on the moon ? Jack in wood spoon!!? | |
In Channel Seven, you said: " Death before Cut" | |
You killed so many that your conscience ended up whattup? WHAT!! | |
Aiyyo black men, you' re dyin' by a dozen cousin | |
So all I do is walk away yo' Prince as if nothin' happened | |
You call me a punk, I gotta step cause all you did was flex | |
But don' t get closer cause the kid still gotta keep his rep | |
See I' m known for the crew like the jewel was the jewel | |
Like the follow got the boo, like the miller got the boo | |
Let the fool cop the manjewel, suck up, up the ? coollew? | |
Oh why you got the hahalewlew? | |
I got the rap loose, so scibideebobbob, you don' t stop | |
You do the raprap, from hiphop to bebop, from bebop | |
To beepbeep, the Haitian kid, beeper' s goin' off beepbeep | |
I gotta make a sale so I can eat, beep, beep | |
The Haitian kid, beeper' s goin' off, you know I got no time to sleep, so beepbeep | |
HtotheAtotheItotheTtotheI | |
Live or die, it' s nothin' but a dark side | |
Fugees on the mic, YEAH!! | |
Yo', refugees on the mic, oh yeah, oh yeah | |
Man, I went to cops the other day to plead for my innocence | |
They brought me in another charges of a legal residents | |
And LEN, on a foreign land, a ???? | |
Watch me go back to my land and then there will be a thing | |
Gorillas in the mist, where everything, and the light becomes a priest | |
They put up they guard, they pump up they fists | |
Now I' m number one on they mother in' hitlist... | |
Goin' down for first degree of manslaughter | |
Makin' change out of emcee' s makin' them outta quarters | |
That' s they value, that' s what they worth | |
Cause the first shall be last and the last shall be first, yeah | |
What we learned was to burn, now cause you ccame | |
With that machette, it' s your turn | |
It' s not funny, but twenty a month is what you earn baby | |
We on to the Yankee, pass the mic to the " Yankee" | |
Well I' m as cool to ya the mic I' m checkin' comin' from my temple | |
With a message, to deliver, but the back is very simple | |
I' m the girl " Yankee" rollin' wit' the kids from Haiti | |
Coolin' as a mighty grab who gets the last laugh hahaha... | |
You bite size with my Haitian from they stinks as my " Yankee" | |
Wonderin' who was the first to pull over girl as soon as it came out son | |
My history a hypocrite, so what we gonna do? | |
The dope is dope is only get the man since that is true | |
So hiphip with my lip as I rip with a felt tip | |
interpretation, With a righteous situation, a graduation | |
Your ventilation, and education, segregation, emancipation | |
A capitalization, it' s agration, not separation, ya breath the Haitians... | |
HtotheAtotheItotheTtotheI... |