ReFugees On The Mic Lyrics. Fugees. . (Intro: Wyclef Jean). Yo', check it out, I want all the refugees out there. To just put up your motherfuckin' hands, you know you're a fuckin' immigrant.
Check the crippled man, sitting in the church. My conscience hurts, flesh like me hits the dirt. She's paralyzed from her feet to her thighs. . And the man who pulled the trigger didn't even lose his necktie.
Ready or not, here I come, you can't hide. Gonna find you and take it slowly. Ready or not, here I come, you can't hide. Gonna find you and make you want me.
"And when you feeling down, recharge!". . [Wyclef]. Now and, forever's, them emperors, are nova. The loving, the hugging, will never be over. . [Pras].
Ready or not, here I come, you can't hide. Gonna find you and take it slowly. Ready or not, here I come, you can't hide. Gonna find you and make you want me.
Ready or not, here I come, you can't hide. Gonna find you and take it slowly. Ready or not, here I come, you can't hide. Gonna find you and make you want me.
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.
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.
Mista mista, can I get five dollars. So I can get something to eat?. Hell no motherfucka. You can't get no money from me. . 'Cause every time I give you a dollar.
[Wyclef]. Yo, Mona Lisa, could I get a date on Friday?. And if you're busy, I wouldn't mind taking. Saturday. Round up de posse, Fugee comin' around the way..
[Wyclef]. Yo, Mona Lisa, could I get a date on Friday?. And if you're busy, I wouldn't mind taking. Saturday. Round up de posse, Fugee comin' around the way..
[Wyclef Jean]. Yo check it out.. This is the boy Wyclef from Translators, I'm coming from the. Booga Basement with a roots drink in my hands.. So put the Rotts tonics in the air,.
[WYCLEF]. I woke up this morning. I was feeling kind of high. It was me, Jesus Christ and Haile Selassie. Selassie said greetings in the name of the most high,.
I heard he sang a good song, I heard he had a style.. And so I came to see him and listen for a while.. And there he was this young boy, a stranger to my eyes..
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.
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.
Pick up your microphones ha ha. Pick up your microphones. . How many mic's do we rip on the daily. Say me say Many moni, Say me say many, many, many. How many mic's do we rip on the daily.
The year. Two-thousand and seventeen master!. The man. Every two-thousand years a prophecy is prophesied. The mission. To carry out the word of the shepherd into this cold world.
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.
(Pras). Aiyyo, somethin' funny, somethin' got you caught up in digs. It's me, why you want to pimp with today?. Two made from the boy, yeah. Now, helpless, he's tryin' cause he full of giggles.