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Текст песни The Fugees - Zealots

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[Wyclef Jean]One two - I`m bout to set this off! Like thisHip-hoppers, check it{*singing*}Another MC lose his life tonight, lawwwwdI beg that you pray to Jesus Christ, whyOhh laww-WWD, father don`t let him bury me, whoahhhh{*rapping*}I haunt MC`s like Mephistopheles, bringin swords of DamoclesSecret service keep a close watch as if my name was KennedyAbstract raps simple with a street formatGaze into the sky and measure planets by parallaxCheck out the retrograde motion, kill the notionof biting and recycling and callin it your own creationI feel like Rockwell, "Somebody`s Watching Me"I got no privacy whether on land or at seaAnd for you biting zealots, your raps are cacophonicHypocrite, critic, but deep inside you wish you had the pop hitIt hurts don`t it, a ReFugee come to your turfand take over the earth[Lauryn Hill - *singing*]See my rhymes, are the type of fly rhymesthat can only get down with my crewAnd if you try, to take lines or bite rhymes (hehe)we`ll show you how the ReFugees do{*rapping*}Yeah, yeah behold, as my odes, manifold on your rhymesTwo MC`s can`t occupy the same space at the same timeIt`s against the laws of physicsSo weep as your "Sweet Dreams" break up like EurythmicsRap rejects my tape deck, ejects projectileWhether jew or gentile, I rank top percentileMany styles, more powerful than gamma raysMy grammar pays, like Carlos Sanatana plays, "Black Magic Woman"So while you fumin I`m consumin mango juice under PolarisYou just embarrassed cause it`s your "Last Tango in Paris"And even after all my logic and my theoryI add a motherfucker so you ig`nant niggaz hear meCrew remember take notes, as I sow my rap oatsAnd for you biting zealots, here`s a quote[Wyclef Jean - *singing*]Ay! Another MC lose his life tonight, ohhhhhI beg that you pray to Jesus Christ, whyyyyOhh laww-WWD, father don`t let him bury we, aiyyyy{*rapping*}You can try but you can`t divide the tribeThese cats can`t rap, Mr. Author I feel no Vibe (whatchu readin?)The magazine says the girl should have gone soloThe guys should stop rappin - vanish like MenudoTook it to the heart, but every actor plays his partAs long as someone was listenin, I knew it was a startFor me to get my chance, grab my pen and revamp (bing!)Do a cameo while everybody do the danceQuick now, cause you runnin out of luck-aPlayin Mr. Big, "I`m Gonna Get You Sucka"While you munchin at your luncheonI`ll be plannin your assassination, then hit you like the Dutchman[Prazwell]I compress sound sets with my rap DBXThen drop vocals on my 456 AmpexBring terror to the shop of horrorAs she cry, "Mi amor," the Phantom dies in the OperaAnd to the young`uns who carry gadgetsAnd kill six days a week, then rest on the Sabbath (hold up, hold up!)Violence ain`t necessary, unless you provoke meThen get buried like the great MussoliniAnd for you bitin zealots, your rap styles are relicsNo matter who you "Damage," you`re still a false "Prophet"[Wyclef Jean - *singing*]Ay! Another MC lose his life tonight, lawwwwwdI beg that you pray to Jesus Christ, whyyyyOhh laww-WWD, father don`t let him bury me, yeahhh

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