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Fugees lyrics Nappy Heads lyrics [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+) Ain't nuttin wrong, so snap your head to the song Word is bond, you get wrong, I'll have you sing like Louis Armstrong And I say to myself, WHAT A WONDERFUL WORLD But what the fuck was so wonderful bout pickin cotton -- on a farm The harder they come, the harder they fall, so come one come all Don't stall or I'ma stick you like a voodoo doll Doors locked stop draw for the count, who drops Ten-nine-eight-seven-six-five-four-three-two-one- -you-slept-on-a-kid-from-the-boondocks Out of Hooterville land of the ill kill Bellsburg Viking so you know I'm top ranking Phil Some say newcomer like the yuma but save the rumor Cause I've been rockin ever since eighty-three when I used to rock my Pumas Rap, narcotic psychotic so hear the sentencin One out of ten, I'm passin the mic next time I'll get WICKED Heard the man who went before, got intimated You tried to gas me up, too much gas, you got intoxicated You wasn't ready for the real'n, dealin, chillin Wyclef, no competition when I'm bringin pure death I'm jumpin like a monkey to get mines off a-from a caterpillar, to the mic moth (THE NAPPY HEADS ARE COMIN OUT) Teacher teacher check my grades (THE NAPPY HEADS ARE COMIN OUT) I coulda sworn I had an A (THE NAPPY HEADS ARE COMIN OUT) I grab the mic in a RAGE... [Pras] You put, one and one together now you think you a rapper Baseball cap backward, forearms swingin like a hip-hopper You do the rhyme, thinkin no one can stop ya I be the followin that chop ya down as I clock ya, hah When I say five-oh, I mean fifty not guns or cops Now here's the heavyweight knocker, the freedom fighter Natural rhythm rock a mic I always rhyme I'm never drinkin vodka Any old style, I throw it in a locker [Lauryn Hill] Well I'm a Gucci rocker, I never drank no vodka Me got no bag of cheeba cause I never had a knocker My cousin's name was Shaka, for short we called him 'Aka I flip it on wack MC's because to me they flow like caca [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 Bustin nuts, bustin style Gettin buckwild some think I'm the descendant of a wilder child Comin on the mic, from a higher level Broke is no joke/choke the hell out of the devil [Wyclef] (THE NAPPY HEADS ARE COMIN OUT) What about Martin (THE NAPPY HEADS ARE COMIN OUT) What about Malcolm (THE NAPPY HEADS ARE COMIN OUT) Rosa Parks (THE NAPPY HEADS ARE COMIN OUT) You hung a man after dark (THE NAPPY HEADS ARE COMIN OUT) Cease the violence! (THE NAPPY HEADS ARE COMIN OUT) Yo who got the power, to make a man raise from the dead Some said that it was Jesus, they said he was a notty dread But I don't mean to confuse a world that's confused Mind's atomic, so like a bomb, let me drop it Can't get too deep, cause some sleep while I wake in a dream that's made of wine but let me bring it back to grapes Teacher, explain the parable, it's simple: It's easier for the camel to go through the eye of a needle than for you to enter the kingdom, or battle and walk away, with the title when I get, brutal Feelings are mutual so sign your life, to Prudential Don't even flinch, the other becomin spiritual There's six million ways to die but choose four cause I can still be in the desert buttnaked and be HARDCORE! [Lauryn Hill] When checks that means pump your fist Remember Moses people, this is Exodus Don't try to stop this, the force comes from Genesis Them who did us wrong, ask the Lord for forgiveness The man got a drum, made the land of the dumb We droppin the bass drum, then we You can't kill the battle with a .. feeling Joshua So march to St. Lawrence Yo march I got your back, march! [Wyclef] Crown Heights (THE NAPPY HEADS ARE COMIN OUT) Cease the violence (THE NAPPY HEADS ARE COMIN OUT) A moment of silence (THE NAPPY HEADS ARE COMIN OUT) for those who died (THE NAPPY HEADS ARE COMIN OUT) Public Enemy (THE NAPPY HEADS ARE COMIN OUT) number one (THE NAPPY HEADS ARE COMIN OUT) Fredric Douglass (THE NAPPY HEADS ARE COMIN OUT) Harriet Tubman (THE NAPPY HEADS ARE COMIN OUT) (THE NAPPY HEADS ARE COMIN OUT) Bob Marley (THE NAPPY HEADS ARE COMIN OUT) Prazwell (THE NAPPY HEADS ARE COMIN OUT) To my man Khalid (THE NAPPY HEADS ARE COMIN OUT) [Lauryn Hill] Now, speak of resistance, we're nappy heads Rhymes, kinks, braids and dreads The mother of creation, epitome of creativity, yeah and keep your heads nappy Other Fugees lyrics: How Many Mics lyrics Ready or Not lyrics Zealots lyrics The Beast lyrics Fu-Gee-La lyrics Family Business lyrics Killing Me Softly lyrics The Score lyrics The Mask lyrics Cowboys lyrics No Woman, No Cry lyrics Manifest lyrics Mista Mista lyrics Fu-Gee-La (Refugee Camp Remix) lyrics Red Intro lyrics Boof Baf lyrics Refugees On The Mic lyrics Some Seek Stardom lyrics Temple lyrics Vocab (LP Version) lyrics Giggles lyrics How Hard Is It? lyrics Introduction lyrics Living Like There Ain't No Tomorrow lyrics Nappy Heads (Remix) lyrics Blunted On Reality (Blunted Interlude) lyrics Recharge lyrics Vocab (Hip-Hop Remix) lyrics No Woman, No Cry (Remix With Steve Marley) lyrics Killing Me Softly With His Song (Short Version Live) lyrics Ready Or Not (Salaam's Ready For The Show Remix) lyrics Vocab (Salaam's Remix) lyrics Don't Cry Dry Your Eyes lyrics Ready Or Not (Clark Kent Django Remix) lyrics Be Yourself lyrics |