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A Change Is Gonna Come

I was born by the river in a little tent
Oh and just like the river I've been running ever since
It's been a long, a long time coming
But I know a change gonna come, oh yes it will

It's been too hard living but I'm afraid to die

Boof Baf

[Wyclef Jean]
I'm Chill-Master-Nell of a thousand emcees
But how are you gonna tell the real I bust from these fo' knees
Cause he sees everyone with a deal with a record company
They go home, they write a rhyme, they think they ready to battle better
Some write forward, some write backward

[OMEGA:]
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 of agility
Who will it be to test me and expose their futility.
Iron like a lion from Zion stop tryin' so hard,
I think I smell your brain cells fryin'.
The family's behind you if you're worthy

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
Tell the woman be easy naah squeeze the charmin
Test wyclef, see death flesh get scorned
Beat you so bad make you feel like you ain't want to be born
And tell your friends stay the hell out of my lawn

[clef]
We used to be number 10
But now we're permanent one
Wyclef, preacher's son, ichi bang,
Listen mrs. tin can
I'm your candy handy man
Me without you is like american without the band stand
Cool fellow, dancehall stay mellow,

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
Tell the woman be easy Naah squeeze the Charmin
Test Wyclef, see death flesh get scorned
Beat you so bad make you feel like you ain't wanna be born
And tell your friends stay the hell out of my lawn
Chicken George became Dead George stealin' chickens

2ая часть:
PRAS
You boogie move the groove, nothing to prove you lose
Your style remind of yesterday, old news
Sad sung blues who's, chose the one to feel the pain
or bring the cane, tick-tock I come to pick your lock
It's not for capital gain
So watch out for the remain, or cry from bloodstain

"How Many Mics"

[CHORUS (REPEAT 2X):]
How Many Mic's Do We Rip on the Daily
Say me say Many Moni, Say me say manymanymany

[LAURYN:]
I get mad frustrated when I rhyme

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 with his words,
Killing me softly with his song ...

I heard he sang a good song, I heard he had a style.

Stromin my pain with his fingers
Singin my life with his words
Killing me softly with his song x2
Telling my whole life with his words
Killing me softly with his song

Yea yea yea do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do

WYCLEF
Why am I trapped in a cage? (THE NAPPY HEADS ARE COMIN OUT)
Barber can I get a fade? (THE NAPPY HEADS ARE COMIN OUT)
Teacher teacher check my grades (THE NAPPY HEADS ARE COMIN OUT)
I grab the mic in a RAGE...

You maintain to put a negro in pain you used to diss me
"You sure you wanna hang with old Eddie Kane?" (+The Five Heartbeats+)

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 the crookedness as it mingled with the good people we meet.
Good friends we had
Good friends we've lost along the way
In this great future you can't forget your past, So dry your tears
I say and to my peeps who passed away,

Fugees — Ready Or Not

[Chorus: Lauryn Hill]
Ready or not, here I come, you can't hide,
Gon' find you and take it slowly.
Ready or not, here I come, you can't hide,
Gonna find you and make you want me.

[Lauryn:]
Brethren dont cut me when I'm going.
I dont hear myself.
We bout to drop, drop drop drop.
You can bring the beat up a little bit in the headphones.
Bring the beat up a little bit.
We bout to drop.
We bout to drop, drop, drop, drop.

Yo, this is the Fugees
Refugees
About to take you on a journey
Into the dimensions of The Booga Basement
The Basement, word
Uhh
Hey yo, one two three! The crew is called Re-Fu-Ge-ee-es
An if yu come fa tes the rap stylee