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
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 Tell
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
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
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
the manager Soupin' me up sayin', "You're a good worker How would you like a quarter raise, move up to the register Large in charge but cha gotta be my spy Come back and tell
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
drink's my only remedy For pain of losing family, but while I'm gone Shorty, Everything's gonna be alright, everything's gonna be alright, Fugees come
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?
? Hell no motherfucka You can't get no money from me 'Cause every time I give you a dollar You go get shot up with more and more needles And you tell
Vertaling: Fugees. Telling.
Vertaling: Fugees. Telling (Album Version).
Vertaling: Fugees. Die telling.
[CLEF] 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