Rufugees On The Mic (Album Version)

Yo'  check it out  I want all the refugees out there
To just put up your motherf**kin' hands  you know you're a f**kin' immigrant
Put up your hands youknowhatI'msayin'
I'ma start this sh*t off like this  this time around
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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
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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
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 motherf**ker away
Beep  beep  I gotta make a sale so I can eat
So Praswell  grab the mic and be complete
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
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
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Live or die  it's nothin' but a dark side
Fugees on the mic  YEAH
Yo'  refugees on the mic  oh yeah  oh yeah
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 motherf**kin' 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")
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 d**e is d**e 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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