Fugees Lyrics
Fugees Lyrics
"How Many Mics Lyrics"
Ravenous War Machine Lyrics
Open the gates stormbringer From the great dark beyond Tides of darkness blasphemous onslaught before the coming of the age of chaos Charge! with weapons drawn in anger war! war machine! Diabolical killing fields The curtain never fall i slay thee weak human - i crush thy hypocrite buried deep - beneath the ocean, dark and ruined - still breathing pulsing with lifeblo
Open the gates stormbringer From the great dark beyond Tides of darkness blasphemous onslaught before the coming of the age of chaos Charge! with weapons drawn in anger war! war machine! Diabolical killing fields The curtain never fall i slay thee weak human - i crush thy hypocrite buried deep - beneath the ocean, dark and ruined - still breathing pulsing with lifeblo
Intro: Wyclef Jean
Pick up your microphones
Pick up your microphones
Chorus: Wyclef/Pras
How many mics do we rip on the daily
Say, me say many money say me say many many many
How many mics do we rip on the daily
Many money say me say many many many
Verse One: Lauryn Hill
I get mad frustrated when I rhyme
Thinkin of all them kids that try to do this for all the wrong reasons
Season change mad things rearrange
But it all stays the same like the love doctor strange
I'm tame like the rapper get red like a snapper, when they do that
Got your whole block saying true dat
If only they knew that, it was you who was irregular
Soldier soul for some secular muzac that's whack
Plus you use that, loop, over and over
Claiming that you got a new style, your atempts are futile, oooh child
You
Goin' Places Lyrics
Goin' Places, goin' places with our lives I saw this girl the other day I couldn't think of what to say but Goin' places, goin' places with our lives
r puerile, brain waves are sterile Goin' Places, goin' places with our lives I saw this girl the other day I couldn't think of what to say but Goin' places, goin' places with our lives
You can't create you just wait to take, my take
Laced with malice, hands get callous, from ripping microphones
From here to Dallas go ask Alice if you don't believe me
I get innovisions like Stevie
See me, a sin from the chalice, like the weed be
Indeed we like Kalid Mohammed MC's make me vomit
I get controversial, freaky style with no rehearsal
Au contraire mon frere, don't you even go there
Me without a mike is like a beat without a snare
I dare to tear into your ego, we go, way back
Like some ganja and palequo or ColecoVision
My minds make incisions in your anatomy
And I back this with Deuteronomy or Leviticus
God made this word, you can't get with this
Sweet like licorice, dangerous like syphillis, yeah
Chorus
Verse Two: Wyclef Jean
I used to be u
Mighty Healthy Lyrics
INTRO: -My God, so they are killers. I've heard lots of people say once a man's a killer, they just keep on killing and killing; they sort of develop a taste for blood. -Yeah, that's right. They kill one man, or kill ten, it's all the same (yes). After all, THEY CAN ONLY HANG YOU ONCE. VERSE 1: Both hands clusty, chillin' wit my man Rusty low down Blew off the burner kinda dusty The worl
nderrated, now I take iron, makes my shit constipated INTRO: -My God, so they are killers. I've heard lots of people say once a man's a killer, they just keep on killing and killing; they sort of develop a taste for blood. -Yeah, that's right. They kill one man, or kill ten, it's all the same (yes). After all, THEY CAN ONLY HANG YOU ONCE. VERSE 1: Both hands clusty, chillin' wit my man Rusty low down Blew off the burner kinda dusty The worl
I'm more concentrated, so on my day off with David Sanonburg I play
golf
Run through Crown Heights screaming out "Mazeltoff!"
Problem with noman before black I'm first hu-man
Appetite to write, like Frederick Douglass with a slave hand
Street pressure, word to papa I ain't going under
One day I have a label and make deals with Tommy Mottola
Mama always told me, "Your one in a million,
Always watch our back, never tango with haitian-sicilians"
Now I got a record deal, how does it feel?
I'm never gonna survive unless I get crazy like Seal
Cause the whole worlds' out a order
So at night the feins dance on grease with John Travolta
One got slaughtered as he caught blood from his mouth
The other tried to duck and caught a left with
Angels Lyrics
I sit and wait does an angel contemplate my fate and do they know the places Where we go when we're grey and old 'cos I have been told that salvation lets their wings unfold So when I'm lying in my bed thoughts running through my head And I feel that love is dead I'm loving angels instead [Chorus:] And through it all she offers me protection a lot of love and affection Whether I'm right or wrong and do
my Guinness stout I sit and wait does an angel contemplate my fate and do they know the places Where we go when we're grey and old 'cos I have been told that salvation lets their wings unfold So when I'm lying in my bed thoughts running through my head And I feel that love is dead I'm loving angels instead [Chorus:] And through it all she offers me protection a lot of love and affection Whether I'm right or wrong and do
Brother, brother can't you get this through your head
It's a setup by the feds, their scoping us with their infrareds
Chorus
Verse Three: Prazwell
Too many MC's not enough mikes, exit your show like I exit the
turnpike
Dice and dynomite like Dolomite, double do's been like I don't Dick
Van Dyke
Starlight to starbrite the freaks come out at night
Like my man Wyclef-"I wear my sunglasses at night"
And my ponage with martial encourage
Squash the squad and hide their bodies under my garage
And when the cops come lookin, I be bookin to Brooklyn
Beat the trails broken flipping tokens to Hoboken
A clean Getaway like Alec Baldwin
Driving in my fast car playing Tracy Chapman
Chorus
Many, many money many many many
Many, many money, ha, ha, ha