Fugees, Kool DJ Red Alert - Manifest/Outro lyrics

(Before I manifest the rhyme)
Wyclef, Preacher's Son
(Before I manifest the rhyme)
Prazwell (Come on as we bug out)
(Before I man man manifest the rhyme)
I used to go to church
(Before-fore-fore I man man man man)
L Boogie, drive the hearse
(Manifest the rhyme)

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 Rastafari"
Christ took a sip of the Amaretto
Passed it down the table, said
"Today I'll be betrayed by one
Of you 12 Disciples"
Give me a clue, who could do this to you?
The kid on the block who
Make less money than you (Calm down)
Crooked cops pulled up
They offered him thirty pieces of silver
All he got to do is deliver the Savior
Right on Bergen Street from bad
Luck to good luck
My cup runneth over, pass it down, guzzle up
The time have arrived
The prophecy will manifest
I saw death, I got scared
Butterflies on my chest
Father, if possible, pass this cup before me
Yo, it's too late
I chose my destiny in Gethsemane

(Before I manifest the rhyme)
(I'm-I'm man manifesting)
(Before I manifest the rhyme)
(I'm manifesting)

You see I loved hard once
(Once) , but the love wasn't returned
I found out the man I'd die for
He wasn't even concerned in 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 every time 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
They can't arrest
Pain suppressed will lead to cardiac arrest
Diamonds deserve diamonds
But he convinced me I was worthless
When my peoples would protest
I told them mind they business
'cause my shit 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 breast
Overwhelmed by God's test i was God's best
Contemplatin' death with a Gillette
But no man is ever worth the paradise
Manifest

(Before I manifest the rhyme)
(I'm-I'm man manifesting)
(Before I manifest the rhyme)
(I'm manifesting)
(Before I manifest the rhyme)
(I'm man manifesting)
(Before I manifest the rhyme, rhyme, rhyme
Rhyme) Prazwell

Gun clap, shell cap
Got them crawling on they backs (Facts)
Come through with the Fu, they be
"Who the fuck is that?"
It's unpredictable when my
Tongue performs Jiu-Jit'su
Cut you with my lyrics
Stab you with my pencil (Come on)
Lethal injection, witness protection
Refugee camps under investigation
Gunshot bursts in all directions
For the wack MC's, we read your revelations
(Uh, huh) discharge through your pores
Get raw and kill boars
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

(Before I manifest the rhyme)
(I'm-I'm man manifesting)
(Before I manifest the rhyme)
(I'm manifesting)
(Before I manifest the rhyme)
(I'm man manifesting)
(Before I manifest the rhyme, rhyme, rhyme
Rhyme)

Yo, my whole life was spent
Looking at myself through
The eyes of a motherfucker that hate me
(So what, man?) drugged up most of the time
I remember one time I was so fucking high
Man
I just got finished drinking, I came home
Started sniffin'
I just got up and fell the fuck out, yo
Instead of my brother helping me up
He just start straight kicking
Me in the bathroom
"Yo, get up, get up, get up
Mom's goin' get us, yo, get up"
(Yo, what the fuck?)
I wake up in the morning, man, laying in my
Throw up and shit all over my nose, man
You know what I realized? It's
Easy to kill niggas, man
It's easy to kill niggas 'cause
They look like you they smell like you
Shit, they even live on
Your same motherfuckin' block
The only problem we have is killin' the
People who don't look like us
Who oppress us, shit (How you gon' do that?)
Ayy, if you wanna impress me
Shoot the motherfucker who turned
Off my lights (True that, true that)
You want to impress me
Shoot somebody who making my bills
High all of the time
See, it's easy for cats to kill other cats
It's just the dogs they got trouble with
You know what I'm sayin'?
It's time for us to stand

Up like men and women, yo word up
We gotta stand up and do something about this
You know why?
You let a motherfucker kick you five times
They gon' kick you five times (True)
You let 'em kick you three times
They gon' kick you three times
You let 'em kick you twice
They gon' kick you twice
(I wouldn't let that nigga kick me once
You know what I'm sayin'?)
You let 'em kick you once
They gon' kick you once
But, if you break off the motherfuckin' feet
Ain't gon' be no more kicking goin' on, kid
(Oh, shit) ain't no more kickin'
I learned that shit growing
Up in Newark, man, the Brick City

The Score was written by The Fugees
Produced by Wyclef and Lauryn
Executive producers, my man Prazwell
Associate producers, my man Salaam
Diamond D, Forté, shawn the English King
Music supervised by my man Jerry
Edited by my man Warren
Stunts by my man DJ Scribble
And my man DJ Leon know what I'm sayin'?
What you askin' for what?
Get outta here, get outta here excuse me
Inspired by my man Khalis Bayyan
Narrated by my man Ras Baraka
Starring Wyclef as the preacher's son
God bless lauryn as L Boogie

And my man Prazwell's that fucked up nigga
You know what I'm sayin'?
Junior, that's my man Little Junior, grow
Motherfucker and my man Telly as the Chinese
Store owner and the miscellaneous nigga
And then known as the quick comer
(He in and out) that's right
And J as another miscellaneous nigga
This nigga that's always lying about his dick
Know what I'm sayin'?
And check out the bonus by my
Man Wyclef Junior, Hip-Hop folk favorite
"Mista Mista"
And by the way, brought to you by L Boog-Boog
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