Where I was born, nothing is promised My life is filled with less hope than the prophecies of Nostradamus Omega marks the ending of predictability, birth
Strumming my pain with his fingers Singing my life with his words Killing me softly with his song Killing me softly with his song Telling my whole life
We used to be number 10 Now we're permanent one In the battle lost my finger, Mic became my arm Pistol nozzle hits your nasal, blood becomes lukewarm
This is the Fugees, outsiders up in here Everyone wants to be a cowboy Grab your guns boy Forty-five by my side No the nigger dies Zen, zen, zen, zen
[WYCLEF] 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
Warn the town the beast is loose Word 'em up y'all Warn the town the beast is loose C'mon Conflicts with night sticks, illegal sales districts Hand-picked
Ready or not, here I come, you can't hide Gonna find you and take it slowly Ready or not, here I come, you can't hide Gonna find you and make you want
Have you ever worn the mask, yeah One, two, one, two M to the A to the S to the K Put the mask upon the face just to make the next day Feds be hawkin
Look into the rhyme Rum to the ripple Sing boo But at times I come in triple Blaow, blaow put the heater to your head Now your dead Wyclef don't give
[WYCLEF] A dedication to all the refugees worldwide One time say, say, say I remember when we used to sit in the government yard in Brooklyn. Observing
How Many Mic's Do We Rip on the Daily Say me say Many Moni, Say me say manymanymany How Many Mic's Do We Rip on the Daily Say me say Many Moni, Say me
One, two, I'm 'bout to set this off, like this Hip-hoppers, check it Another MC lose his life tonight, Lord I beg that you pray to Jesus Christ, why?
We were doomed from the start, as most lovers are are. Why am I doing this? Digging my own grave. Though it's shallow, I would lie in it. We're down in
We were doomed from the start, as lovers are. Why am I doing this? Digging my own grave. Though it's shallow, I would lie in it. We're down in the basement
{Yo Black What's up Street? Soup's ready Sure it's ready? I know it's ready Is the soup hot? Too hot Burnin' hot? Crazy hot What's in the soup? All the
Clap, clap, clap, clap If you need a fix, yeah If you need a fix, baby, I got it And you say Blackstreet, and you say Clap your hands, just clap your
Good lovin', unh, yeah Blackstreet coming back inches We're getting 9-6, kicking it live I'm gonna do this with a little Chauncey Black style Listen
Baby, baby, baby, I wanna know you Place no one above you, I wanna love you Baby, baby, baby, I wanna be your man I remember the first time I came to