(Intro: Wyclef Jean)
Yo`, check it out, I want all the refugees out there
to just put up your motherfuckin` hands, you know you`re a fuckin` immigrant
Put up your hands youknowhatI`msayin`?
I`ma start this shit off like this, this time around
(Chorus: Wyclef Jean)
H-to-the-A-to-the-I-to-the-T-to-the-I
Live or die, it`s nothin` but a dark side
Fugees on the mic, yeah, yeah
Yo`, refugees on the mic, oh yeah, oh yeah
H-to-the-A-to-the-I-to-the-T-to-the-I
Live or die, it`s nothin` but a dark side
Fugees on the mic, yeah, yeah
Yo`, refugees on the mic, oh yeah, oh yeah
(Wyclef Jean)
If you wanna snap (SNAP), if you wanna crack (CRACK)
If you wanna shoot, give me a second so I can lay flat
Cause this, some the cemetary`s, the reality
Where the tough guys get buried in their property
Word to Sampson, the tone will get you hung
I had a friend, they murdered his father and his three-year-old son
I heard him cursin` the essence of the, the (PAUSE) committed the crime
But ah, murder got no time
The country has no law, it`s either rich or poor
I`m out the back door, I got nuttin` to fight for
I`m sailin` on a boat like a goat - I clear my throat
When I got to Brooklyn, I was broke, so I selled coke
I look in through microscope, for my country and the hurt
My eyes bleed, I see Aaron Steed, the Haitian Pope
Figure or Dundee, the-riginal Malcom X
Swing like the ki`s, so should I put on David Tomerfest
Though I`m humberlicious strugglin` to jump
let me blow her upper-her bubble in your face - that`cha ego!
Aiyyo, freeze-funk, you got to stay stable
Watch out for the devil, he comes after you after the revival
When will he come, what will he do, what will he say?
That`s all a mystery, but have your hand grenade
so you can blow the motherfucker away
Beep, beep, I gotta make a sale so I can eat
So Praswell, grab the mic and be complete
(Pras)
Huh, lovin` the wreck in effect, will be all in checkmate
Another style for Praswell to translate
For those who can`t relate to stay down my - no-man wait
No mistake, when I tell you, your prophet is a fake
(Wyclef Jean)
You said a contract on a Haitian, three-hundred g`s
Your sharpshooters are lousy, we mend to-high-be-high hoodies
So show your face-a when you waste, I know who`s smokin`
The bigger that you try to put out yours just makes me Mr. Nobody
Take high wit`cha just right, it`ll be like Michael get ordered, a viper you know!!
Yeah, a viper cause you might lose a life to the side by like
what did I have to in the line of the barkin` of the bright side
You tried to scare me but I won`t mover-a
The bully of the block becomes the hour of the glock
So cuckoo!! The sounds I run are rollin` with the bodyguard
But don`t forget the day it`s sunny but it`ll be foggy
And in the funeral, you`ll be singin` a new tune
May your soul rest on the moon (?Jack in wood spoon!!?)
In Channel Seven, you said: Death before Cut
You killed so many that your conscience ended up - whattup? (WHAT!!)
Aiyyo black men, you`re dyin` by a dozen cousin
So all I do is walk away yo` Prince as if nothin` happened
You call me a punk, I gotta step cause all you did was flex
But don`t get closer cause the kid still gotta keep his rep
See I`m known for the crew like the jewel was the jewel
Like the follow got the boo, like the miller got the boo
Let the fool cop the man-jewel, suck up, up the ?cool-lew?
Oh why you got the ha-ha-lew-lew?
I got the rap loose, so sci-bi-dee-bob-bob, you don`t stop
You do the rap-rap, from hip-hop to be-bop, from be-bop
to beep-beep, the Haitian kid, beeper`s goin` off beep-beep
I gotta make a sale so I can eat, beep, beep
The Haitian kid, beeper`s goin` off, you know I got no time to sleep, so beep-beep
(Chorus: Wyclef Jean)
H-to-the-A-to-the-I-to-the-T-to-the-I
Live or die, it`s nothin` but a dark side
Fugees on the mic, YEAH!!
Yo`, refugees on the mic, oh yeah, oh yeah
(Pras)
Man, I went to cops the other day to plead for my innocence
They brought me in another charges of a legal residents
And L-E-N, on a foreign land, a ????
Watch me go back to my land and then there will be a thing
Gorillas in the mist, where everything, and the light becomes a priest
They put up they guard, they pump up they fists
Now I`m number one on they motherfuckin` hit-list...
Goin` down for first degree of manslaughter
Makin` change out of emcee`s makin` them outta quarters
That`s they value, that`s what they worth
Cause the first shall be last and the last shall be first, yeah
What we learned was to burn, now cause you c-came
with that machette, it`s your turn
It`s not funny, but twenty a month is what you earn baby
(We on to the Yankee, pass the mic to the Yankee)
(Lauryn Hill)
Well I`m as cool to ya the mic I`m checkin` comin` from my temple
With a message, to deliver, but the back is very simple
I`m the girl Yankee rollin` wit` the kids from Haiti
coolin` as a mighty grab who gets the last laugh hahaha...
You bite size with my Haitian from they stinks as my Yankee
wonderin` who was the first to pull over girl as soon as it came out son
My history - a hypocrite, so what we gonna do?
The dope is dope is only get the man since that is true
So hip-hip with my lip as I rip with a felt tip
with a righteous situation, interpretation, a graduation
Your ventilation, and education, segregation, emancipation
a capitalization, it`s agration, not separation, ya breath the Haitians...
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