Fugees - The Beast lyrics

One, two, ha, haha, oh oh

Warn the town, the beast is loose (Ah ah)
Word 'em up, y'all
Warn the town, the beast is loose (Ah ah)
Come on (Word 'em up, y'all)

Conflicts with night sticks
Illegal sales districts
Hand-picked lunatics
Keep poli-trick-cians rich
Heretics push narcotics amidst it's
Risks and frisks cool cliques throw bricks
But seldom get targets
Private dicks sell hit's like
Porno flicks do chicks
The 666 cut WIC like Newt Gingrich sucks dick

Meanwhile the government brings Star Wars
From Glock to glockers
COP has an APB out on Chewbacca
Mister Mayor
Can I say something in yo' honor?
Yesterday in Central Park
They got the jogger (Okay, okay, okay)
Okay, let's get the confusion
Straight in ghetto Gotham (Mmhmm)
The man behind the mask you
Thought was Batman's Bill Clinton
Who soon retire, the roof is on fire
Connie Chung brung the bomb as
It comes from Oklahoma (I'm just sayin')
Things are getting serious, Kuumbaya
(My Lord)
On a mountain Satan offered me Manhattan
Help me Jah-Jah (Word 'em up)
(I can't sleep at night)
You can't search me without probable cause
Or that proper ammunition they
Call reasonable suspicion
Listen, I'll bring friction to
Your whole jurisdiction
You planted seeds in my seat
When I wasn't lookin'
Now you ask me for my license, registration
Where the fuck do I work?
What the fuck is my occupation?
Well, I'm an MC, I'm down with the Fugees
Mother Mary caught a flashback like Rodney
Now the cops got Lolly

The subconscious psychology that you
Use against me if I lose control
Will send me to the penitentiary
Such as Alcatraz or shot up
Like El-Hajj Malik Shabazz
High class get bypassed while
My ass gets harassed (Bang)
And the fuzz treat bruhs like
They manhood never was
And if you too powerful, you get bugged
Like Peter Tosh and Marley was (yeah)
And my word does nothing against the Feds
So my eyes stay red as
I chase crazy bald heads, word up
(Ah)

Warn the town, the beast is loose (Ah ah)
Word 'em up, y'all
Warn the town, the beast is loose (Ah ah)

The chase is on, I feel like the bad guy
Fifth gear, 125 like New Jersey Drive (By)
Looked in my rear view mirror (yeah)
Police was getting closer (Closer)
Heard a roar in the sky
Looked up and saw the Blue Thunder (Shit)
My inner conscious says throw
Your handkerchief and surrender
But to who? The star spangled banner?
Oh, say can't you see cops
More crooked than we
By the dawn early night
Robbin' niggas for keys
Easy, low-key crooked military
Pay taxes up my ass, but they still harass me

The streets of corruption got me bustin
And cussin' in the concrete jungle
Thoughts being dribbled like that
Tall kid Mutumbo handled by Hannibal
Suitable to be a fugitive like Dr kimble
(Ayo, should I slow down now?) Nah, kid
Go faster (Why?)
Just 'cause they got a badge
They could still be impostors
Probable cause, got flaws like dirty drawers
Meet me at the corner store so
We can start the street wars (Ah)

Word em up, ya'll
Warn the town, the beast is loose (Ah ah)
I can't sleep at night, ah (Warn the town)
Thoughts of the beast comin' to get me
(Warn the town) project Heads, Refugee Camp
Yeah, watch out for gestapo

Yo, let's go to this
Next Chinese-Muslim joint
We could get some shrimp fried rice and
Make Salah at the same time a'ight, cool
"You are not alone"
Ayo, ayo, Chang Wang, what's up?
I'll be right out right, right, one second
Okay, then, fine, your order
Alright, let me get, um
Let me get two of them
Beef fried rices over there
Let me get a half a chicken wing
Don't put that little
That little retarded leg in it 'cause
(Right) cut, cut that off (Okay then)
Don't put no onions in my, in my white rice
Yo, yo, yo
I need four chicken wings fried hard and shit
What's this? Hold on? What's this?
The two of you? At once?
Okay, then, you want beef
No, no, we want beef to eat
We ain't got no beef
I want four chicken wings fried hard, nigga
(Fine) what the fuck is you talking 'bout?
Alright, I'll kick your monkey
Asses my fucking self
Woah, woah, what are you coming
Over the counter for, man?
Listen to me, you think I open a restaurant
In the middle of the hood and
Don't know what's going on? (Nigga, I'll)
I fucking represent
(I'll fuck you the fuck up)
I will avenge my brothers by
Representing and whooping your ass
Word is bond
Nigga, this ain't Channel 5, nigga
(Okay then) somebody gonna die for real
I must show you Flying Fist of Judah
(You ain't gonna show me shit)
That's right (I'ma show you these nuts)
You and you (Straight from Mortal Kombat)
You're just talking
Obviously the two of you
Are just bitch-ass niggas
Nigga, well let's do something then
You talking this old bullshit
What's up? So what's up? (Okay then)
What's up, nigga? What's up, punk-ass?
Alright, this is a Chinese restaurant
But like Burger King, have it your way
Ah! Ah! This nigga here