Fugees - Refugees On the Mic lyrics

John 3: 16
For God so loved the world that he
Gave his one and only Son
That whoever believes in him shall not
Perish but have ever lasting life
Lord have mercy! Yo', check it out
I want all the refugees out
There to just put up
Your motherfuckin' hands
You know you're a fuckin' immigrant
Put up your hands youknowhatI'msayin'?
I'ma start this shit off like this
This time around

H-to-the-A-to-the-Ito-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-Ito-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 Aristide
The Haitian Pope
Figure of Gandhi, courage of Malcolm 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 motherfucker 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
Real men don't hide behind 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-Ito-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-Ito-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

Man, I went to court the other
Day to plead for my innocence
They brought me in under
Charges of illegal residence
An Alien, in a foreign land, Uncle Sam
Watch me go back to my land
The land of 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 motherfuckin' 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 in 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' at the Mardis Gras who
Gets the last laugh hahaha
You bite size with my Haitian from
They stinks as my "Yankee"
Winderin' 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 I hip-hip with my lip as
I rip with a felt tip
For the righteous situation
Interpretation of degradation
You race relation and education, segregation
Emancipation
Capitalization, inteagration not
Separation yo free the Haitians

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