The Fugees

The Fugees - Manifest lyrics

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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 high,
 Jah Rhastafari,
 Christ, took a sip of the Amaretto,
 Passed it down the table said today I'll be betrayed by one you 12
 disciples
 Give me a clue who could do this to you?
 The kid on the block who makes less money than you.
 Crooked cops pulled up, they offered him 30 pieces of silver
 All he got to do is deliver the savior
 Right on Bergen St. from bad luck to good luck
 My cup runneth over, pass it down, guzzle up
 The time has arrived, the prophecy will manifest
 I saw death, I got scared, butterflies on my chest
 Father if possible, pass this cup before me,
 But it's too late I chose my destiny in Gethsemane.

 [LAURYN]
 You see I loved hard once, but the love wasn't returned
 I found out the man I'd die for, he wasn't even concerned
 And time it turned,
 He tried to burn me like a perm
 Though my eyes saw the deception, My heart wouldn't let me learn
 From um, some, dumb woman, was I,
 And everytime he'd lie, he would cry and inside I'd die.
 My heart must have died a thousand deaths
 Compared myself to Toni Braxton thought I'd never catch my breath
 Nothing left, he stole the heart beating from my chest
 I tried to call the cops, that type of thief you can't arrest
 Pain suppressed, will lead to cardiac arrest
 Diamonds deserve diamonds, but he convinced me I was worth less
 when my peoples would protest,
 I told them mind their business, cause my s*** was complex
 More than just the sex
 I was blessed, but couldn't feel it like when I was caressed
 I'd spend nights clutching my breasts overwhelmed by God's test
 I was God's best contemplating death with a Gillette
 But no man is ever worth the paradise MANIFEST

 [PRAZ]
 Gun-clap Shell cap,
 Got them crawling on they back
 Come through with the Fu
 They be who the F**k is that
 It's unpredictable, when my tongue performs like Jujitsu
 Cut you with my lyrics, stab you with my pencil
 Lethal injection, witness protection
 Refugee camp's under investigation
 Gunshot bursts in all directions
 For the wack MC's we read your revelations
 Discharge through your pores
 Get raw and kill Boors
 I can Capleton when I'm on a Tour
 Some manifest, with slugs in they chest
 God bless all the Cowboys in the Wild Wild West
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