[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.
Wait a second, draw back, ban this here I come. Stick this business, stock me up, they took me coat with a stun gun. On a Sunday, a bloody Sunday, so what's the resume?.
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.
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.
[Wyclef (Lauryn Hill)]. Yes, Refugee Camp (Yeah, Yeah Refugee Camp uh! Ah!). Yo, It never stops, what?!. We comin' back! (Murder that boy!). Ninety seven to two thousand, check it! (Ha! Ha! La!).
Where I was born, nothing is promised. My life is filled with less hope than the prophecies of Nostradamus. Omega marks the ending of predictability, birth of agility.
Mama just killed a man, put a gun against his head,. Pulled my trigger, now he's dead.. Mama, life had just begun,. But now I've gone and thrown it all away..
[Wyclef Jean]. I'm Chill-Master-Nell of a thousand emcees. But how are you gonna tell the real I bust from these fo' knees. Cause he sees everyone with a deal with a record company.
Everyone wants to be a cowboy. Grab your guns boy. Forty-five by my side, do he live. No the nigga dies. . Zen, zen zen zen zen zen zen. You shot your bullet, but the bullet wwnt.
[Lauryn - Singing]. Can you tell me how to get......how to get to Sesame Street?. (Check it out, here we go!) - Wyclef. . [Lauryn- Singing (Chorus)]. Be yourself (Just be yourself).