Fugees - Zealots lyrics

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, woah

I haunt MCs like Mephistopheles
Bringing 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 calling
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
We'll show you how The Refugees do

Yeah, yeah behold, as my odes
Manifold on your rhymes
Two MCs 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 Santana
Plays "Black Magic Woman"
So while you fuming
I'm consuming 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
Ignant niggas hear me
Crew remember take notes
As I sow my rap oats
And for you biting zealots, here's a quote

Another MC lose his life tonight, Oh
I beg that you pray to Jesus Christ, why
Oh Lord, father don't let him bury we, I

You can try but you can't divide the tribe
These cats can't rap, Mr author
I feel no vibe the magazine says the girl
Should have went solo
The guys should stop rapping
Vanish like Menudo took it to the heart
But every actor plays his part
As long as someone was listening
I knew it was a start
For me to get my chance
Grab my pen and revamp
Do a cameo while everybody do the dance
Quick now, 'cause you running out of luck-a
Playing Mr big, I'm gonna get you sucka
While you munching at your luncheon
I'll be planning 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 youngins 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 biting zealots
Your rap styles are relics
No matter who you damage
You're still a false prophet

Ayy, 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

Yo what the fuck going on man? Yo kid
We can't let these cops come around here
5-O come here and just do whatever want
Rob, joke, or steal from people
Shoot us down
We gotta do something about this man
I was with Floyd the other day
You know Floyd the cop
He just get a hard on
From just shooting niggas