Wyclef Jean

Wyclef Jean - Tip Rumble In The Jungle songtekst

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(Come on)
 Root to the fruit
 More bass than Bootsy Collins
 You verses me
 Thats like Ali verses Foreman (a-ha)
 God's act, stand back and watch
 Devil's time out
 Can't be timed with no swatch watch
 Who I am, the black Abraham
 Zunga zunga zang, yellow man, Vietnam
 Add an extra bar as I spar with literature
 Taking kingdoms from tsars
 Winning more wars than the Moors

 [Forte]
 Hey, what's the deal?
 I seen the Devil spar with Allah
 Mathematics was the key to set my whole race free
 You might debate we, a refugee
 No harm hurt me
 Dying, thirsty from the struggle
 To my own hustle bubble
 On the low, woe is me
 To show the Free Bob right
 The righteous Asiatic thinker
 While Satan rob light
 Civilised like the Molly
 Burgundy, wildy rocking
 Seen the fifth when Ali clocked him
 John Forte will keep you locked in

 [Q-Tip]
 People all around
 You got to recognise and witness
 The Mister who swift enough to knock you out with Mic fitness
 Hands blistered from holding the mics tight
 Some say it's fright night
 Well throw the R after the F 'Cause I'm gonna take away your breath
 The bell rings and now it's just a daily operation
 Yo, you saw my lubrication
 You can see this occupation (The winner)
 Eh, you know we're from Q-Borough
 L-Booie and Clef the trainers, Prazwell promote the throw

 [Lauryn Hill]
 We used to bite bullets with the pig-skin casing
 Now we perfect slang like a gang of street masons (uh)
 Scribe check make connects
 True pyramid architects (yeah)
 Replace the last name with the X (X)
 The man's got a God complex
 But take the text and change the picture
 Watch Muhammad play the messenger like Holy Muslim scriptures
 Take orders from only God
 Only war when it's Jihad
 See Ali appears in Zaire to reconnect 400 years
 But we the people dark but equal give love to such things
 To the man who made the fam' remember when we were kings

 Blocks on fire (Block's on fire tonight)
 Fiends getting higher (uh-huh)
 Robbing blue collar
 (Hey yo we rob them blue collars)
 Killing for a dollar (Stick 'em up)
 Youths get tired (Ali ah yeah)
 We're dealing with them liars (Ali ah yeah)
 (We're dealing with too many liars)
 From Brooklyn to Zaire (uh-huh ah yeah)
 We need a ghetto Messiah (ah yeah come on)

 Send me an angel in the morning, baby
 Send me an angel in the morning, darling
 Send me Muhammad in the morning, baby
 Send me an angel in the morning, darling

 [Ali Shaheed Muhammad]
 Once the pen hits the pad it's danger
 To this I be no stranger
 Step inside the ring and I'll derange you (Come on)
 I'm hearing no comments
 Everyone looks dispondent
 Dejected, rejected similiar to Liston
 Catching lists
 Beat it, sonny
 My man is still the greatest in this
 To hell with Frazier yappin' about that negative shit
 Now listen, you can try and escape if you want to
 But ask yourself, who the hell you gonna run to
 Like Sade Abu you got a punch that I can sleep to
 Fugees, Tribe, Busta Rhymes forever coming through

 [Prazwell]
 We sing Amazing Grace over two dollar plate
 One roll snake eyes like Jake The Snake
 Many lies put up for stakes
 Wash our sins at the Great Lakes
 You and I cannot see eye to eye
 So therefore we cannot relate
 I'm here when I make myself crystal clear
 You fled to Cape Fear when I laced you in Zaire
 Tussle with a lasso in the Royal Rumble
 Seperate boys from men in the concrete jungle

 [Busta Rhymes]
 I remember when Cassius Clay flipped the script
 Taking trips to Zimbabwe
 Africans started calling the God Ali Bumbaye (so bwoy)
 It be the God stricken, God nutrition, lightly stricken (ha)
 Blow that make you feel like you was poison bitten
 Ha yo I'm 'bout to blister you and your sister
 Predicting every ass whipping before my fights my nigga
 This be your last warning once you walk past the doorman
 Ali and Foreman gonna lock ass until the morning
 Marvellous finances provided by Joseph Mobutu
 Special guests of honour like the Archbishop Desmond Tutu
 We watched the Rumble In The Jungle
 To see who be the targeted uncle to be the first to fall and fumble
 Nuff blows they gettong thrown, like solid milestones
 Internally shaking up niggas, imbalance your chromosones
 With the force of a thousnad warriors
 When I bust your ass identify me as the lord victorious

 Blocks on fire (You're a star)
 (Blocks on fire)
 Fiends getting higher (You're a star)
 Robbing blue collar (You're a star)
 (Yeah rob them blue collars)
 Killing for a dollar (You're a star)
 Youths get tired (You're a star)
 (Youths getting tired)
 We're dealing with them liars (You're a star)
 (We're dealing with too many liars)
 From Brooklyn to Zaire (You're a star)
 We need a ghetto Messiah
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