Fugees - Nappy Heads lyrics

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
"You sure you wanna hang
With old Eddie Kane?" ain't nuttin wrong
So snap your head to the song
Word is bond, you get wrong
I'll have you sing like Louis Armstrong
''And I say to myself
What a wonderful world''
But what the fuck was so wonderful
Bout picking cotton on a farm?!
The harder they come, the harder they fall
So come one come all


Don't stall or I'mma stick you
Like a voodoo doll
Doors locked stop draw for the count
Who drops?
Ten-nine-eight-seven-six-five-four-three-two-one-
You-slept-on-a-kid-from-the boondocks
Out of Hooterville land of the ill kill
Bellsburg Viking so you know
I'm top ranking Phil
Some say newcomer like the yuma
But save the rumor cause I've been rockin
Ever since eighty-three
When I used to rock my Pumas
Rap, narcotic psychotic
So hear the statistic one out of ten
I'm passin' the mic next time I'll get wicked
Heard the man who went before, got intimated
You tried to gas me up, too much gas
You got intoxicated
You wasn't ready for the real'n, dealin'
Chillin' wyclef, no competition when I'm
Bringin pure death
I'm jumpin like a monkey to get mines off
A-from a caterpillar, to the mic moth

(the nappy heads are comin out)
Teacher teacher check my grades
(the nappy heads are comin out)
I coulda sworn I had an A
(the nappy heads are comin out)
I grab the mic in a rage

You put, one and one together now you
Think you a rapper baseball cap backward
Forearms swingin like a hip-hopper
You do the rhyme, thinkin no one can stop ya
I be the followin that chop ya
Down as I clock ya, hah
When I say five oh
I mean fifty not guns or cops
Now here's the heavyweight knocker
The freedom fighter
Natural rhythm rock a mic I always
Rhyme I'm never drinkin vodka
Any old style, I throw it in a locker

Well I'm a Gucci rocker
I never drank no vodka
Me got no bag of cheeba cause
I never had a knocker
My cousin's name was Shaka
For short we called him 'Aka
I flip it on wack MC's because
To me they flow like caca

You boogie move the groove
Nothing to prove you lose
Your style remind of yesterday, old news
Sad sung blues who's
Chose the one to feel the pain
Or bring the cane
Tick-tock I come to pick your lock
It's not for capital gain
So watch out for the remain
Or cry from bloodstain
Bustin nuts, bustin style
Gettin buckwild some think I'm the
Descendant of a wilder child
Comin on the mic, from a higher level
Broke is no joke
Choke the hell out of the devil

(the nappy heads are comin out)
What about Martin?
(the nappy heads are comin out)
What about Malcolm?
(the nappy heads are comin out) rosa Parks?
(the nappy heads are comin out)
You hung a man after dark
(the nappy heads are comin out)
Cease the violence!
(the nappy heads are comin out)

Yo who got the power
To make a man raise from the dead?
Some said that it was Jesus
They said he was a notty dread
But I don't mean to confuse
A world that's confused
Mind's atomic, so like a bomb, let me drop it
Can't get too deep
Cause some sleep while I wake
In a dream that's made of wine but
Let me bring it back to grapes
Teacher, explain the parable, it's simple:
It's easier for the camel to go
Through the eye of a needle
Than for you to enter the kingdom, or battle
And walk away, with the title when I get
Brutal
Feelings are mutual so sign your life
To Prudential don't even flinch
The other becomin spiritual
There's six million ways to
Die but choose four
Cause I can still be in the
Desert buttnaked and be HARDCORE!

When checks that means pump your fist
Remember Moses people, this is Exodus
Don't try to stop this
The force comes from Genesis
Them who did us wrong
Ask the Lord for forgiveness
The land that I’m from ain’t
The land of the dumb
We droppin the bass drum, then we
You can’t kill the battle with
A horn, blam blam, silly Joshua
So march to St lawrence
Yo march I got your back, march!

Crown Heights (THE NAPPY HEADS ARE COMIN OUT)
Cease the violence
(the nappy heads are comin out)
A moment of silence
(the nappy heads are comin out)
For those who died
(the nappy heads are comin out)
Public Enemy (THE NAPPY HEADS ARE COMIN OUT)
Number one (THE NAPPY HEADS ARE COMIN OUT)
Fredric Douglass
(the nappy heads are comin out)
Harriet Tubman
(the nappy heads are comin out)
Aristide (THE NAPPY HEADS ARE COMIN OUT)
Bob Marley (THE NAPPY HEADS ARE COMIN OUT)
Prazwell (THE NAPPY HEADS ARE COMIN OUT)
To my man Khalid
(the nappy heads are comin out)

Now, speak of resistance, we're nappy heads
Rhymes, kinks, braids and dreads
The mother of creation
Epitome of creativity, yeah
And keep your heads nappy