Poor Righteous Teachers, Fugees - Allies lyrics

Yo this mic is on?
The wickedest combination in the world!
No doubt, Poor Righteous Teachers, Refugees
You know what I'm saying?

Walk around in the record industry
I'm looking at all the Pharisees
Asking me where I'm going
All I know is one day
That Babylon will be fallen
They welcome me into Jerusalem
Eighty niggas highly crucial by Ham
I got my 45 by my side
Just in case another nigga tests
Me someone's gonna die

Bo bo so bo I leave the boat for the pope
Smoke mad weed but not touch pelico
Primary purpose of the set
Is to present techniques and guided practice
And forced access to forfeit


Emcees lose focus
Wyclef to accomplish throwing crumbs
In the hell pit vocabulary, comprehension
Steady reading and critical analyzing
Techniques to enable DJs to
Interact with my material
Play it on your turntable scratch
It if you're able
Characteristics, circumstances
Will determine how long you live Mr actor
Mrs actress
(I act will snatch gats from kids
With backpacks who lack raps
In an Ac to get with that)

Easy! Ya man! Something!

Black people say I represent when
I get my chance
But when I'm ripping to this beat
Yo it's my Nubian dance
That I be doing around these
Suckers' titles that I ruin
Although you do not like the flow
You should not have been booing
Now you and your crew had
Better get your act together
Before I have to cut the
Fu release the stormy weather
Whatever you say
But nigga pop your shit my way
And you'll be screaming "Mercy me" like
If your name was Marvin Gaye
Now put it away and stay the
Fuck up out my face
I smack you in the mouth homeboy
And you'll be missing taste
What a waste to everything
Existing up till now
So many claiming butter but just
Don't be knowing how

Gunshot!
So my selector, come with the rhythm!

For sure I'm law to be
The poor righteous conscious
You might just feel thrust when
I touch like Midas
My tongue is gigantic, lyrics are tremendous
Wyclef and Pras they drop hit's
Wherever they goes like Gladys
Catch the midnight train to Georgia
As my tongue does a
Dropkick like Sgt slaughter new world order
You lions who are trying to roar
I'll silence you lambs like Jodie Foster
There's no need to feel sentimental
Parental guidance is advised for
Those who despise
The Wise and Intelligent, Refugees
Immigrants

My selector
Culture Freedom lay the wickedest basslines

Mayi kick a little something for
The G-O-D's in the J-E-R-S-E-Y
Because you niggas know me I'm
The da gan ya dee
Sixteen five one three five
Coincide freak wise
Time you recognize who run up in the nine
Rush like water raw cuts in your guts
Trails from Rossell oh hell we rock bells
Live as Stuyvesant, Wise and them, rise again
The Gods AVG they'll bomb Washin-
No man 'em trouble they jet something
Don't make me have to kick you
On your God damned chin
I'll frappe you in your head
With bottle of Heineken
Lord, Mister Wise, PRT - peace!

OK, ha my intellect will
Protect what you threaten
Captain to Lieutenant
(bing) , even take cadets in (bing)
I take them all rich and to the powerful
Don't fear no other force I
Be defining your hardcore
The folklore you spread down over tracks
Got you gassed off some shit
May I suggest Ex-Lax
Relax! Your whole perception seems
To be distorted
In my dimensions fake refugees get deported
Jokers be biting each other's styles
So much it's eerie
So many deja vus but can't no
Other crews come near me it's weary
My brothers couldn't hold this
If they grasped it
Confession to Jesus are even tried to master
I passed it off the levels
Of your mere mathematics
I'm on some astrophysics Quantum
Leaping on your tactics
Triple bypasses, your crew's slow as molasses
While I amass cream like
Jackie Kennedy Onassis

Ah ah ah ah refugee PRT connect
New Jersey, this is how we do it

If hip hop was a thing
That money could not buy
The righteous would never live and
The righteous would never die
Poor Righteous teachers and Refugees
Come to testify we world sexy style
Ya man!