Refugees On The Mic Lyrics - The Fugees

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 

Put up your hands youknowhatI'msayin'? 

I'ma start this shit off like this, this time around 

(Chorus: Wyclef Jean) 

H-to-the-A-to-the-I-to-the-T-to-the-I 

Live or die, it's nothin' but a dark side 

Fugees on the mic, yeah, yeah 

Yo', refugees on the mic, oh yeah, oh yeah 

H-to-the-A-to-the-I-to-the-T-to-the-I 

Live or die, it's nothin' but a dark side 

Fugees on the mic, yeah, yeah 

Yo', refugees on the mic, oh yeah, oh yeah 

(Wyclef Jean) 

If you wanna snap (SNAP), if you wanna crack (CRACK) 

If you wanna shoot, give me a second so I can lay flat 

Cause this, some the cemetery's, the reality 

Where the tough guys get buried in their property 

Word to Sampson, the tone will get you hung 

I had a friend, they murdered his father and his three-year-old son 

I heard him cursin' the essence of the, the (PAUSE) committed the crime 

But ah, murder got no time 

The country has no law, it's either rich or poor 

I'm out the back door, I got nuttin' to fight for 

I'm sailin' on a boat like a goat - I clear my throat 

When I got to Brooklyn, I was broke, so I selled coke 

I look in through microscope, for my country and the hurt 

My eyes bleed, I see Aaron Steed, the Haitian Pope 

Figure or Dundee, the-riginal Malcom X 

Swing like the ki's, so should I put on David Tomerfest 

Though I'm humberlicious strugglin' to jump 

Let me blow her upper-her bubble in your face - that'cha ego! 

Aiyyo, freeze-funk, you got to stay stable 

Watch out for the devil, he comes after you after the revival 

When will he come, what will he do, what will he say? 

That's all a mystery, but have your hand grenade 

So you can blow the motherfucker away 

Beep, beep, I gotta make a sale so I can eat 

So Praswell, grab the mic and be complete 

(Pras) 

Huh, lovin' the wreck in effect, will be all in checkmate 

Another style for Praswell to translate 

For those who can't relate to stay down my - no-man wait 

No mistake, when I tell you, your prophet is a fake 

(Wyclef Jean) 

You said a contract on a Haitian, three-hundred g's 

Your sharpshooters are lousy, we mend to-high-be-high hoodies 

So show your face-a when you waste, I know who's smokin' 

The bigger that you try to put out yours just makes me Mr. Nobody 

Take high wit'cha just right, it'll be like Michael get ordered, a viper you know!! 

Yeah, a viper cause you might lose a life to the side by like 

What did I have to in the line of the barkin' of the bright side 

You tried to scare me but I won't mover-a 

The bully of the block becomes the hour of the glock 

So cuckoo!! The sounds I run are rollin' with the bodyguard 

But don't forget the day it's sunny but it'll be foggy 

And in the funeral, you'll be singin' a new tune 

May your soul rest on the moon (?Jack in wood spoon!!?) 

In Channel Seven, you said: "Death before Cut" 

You killed so many that your conscience ended up - whattup? (WHAT!!) 

Aiyyo black men, you're dyin' by a dozen cousin 

So all I do is walk away yo' Prince as if nothin' happened 

You call me a punk, I gotta step cause all you did was flex 

But don't get closer cause the kid still gotta keep his rep 

See I'm known for the crew like the jewel was the jewel 

Like the follow got the boo, like the miller got the boo 

Let the fool cop the man-jewel, suck up, up the ?cool-lew? 

Oh why you got the ha-ha-lew-lew? 

I got the rap loose, so sci-bi-dee-bob-bob, you don't stop 

You do the rap-rap, from hip-hop to be-bop, from be-bop 

To beep-beep, the Haitian kid, beeper's goin' off beep-beep 

I gotta make a sale so I can eat, beep, beep 

The Haitian kid, beeper's goin' off, you know I got no time to sleep, so beep-beep 

(Chorus: Wyclef Jean) 

H-to-the-A-to-the-I-to-the-T-to-the-I 

Live or die, it's nothin' but a dark side 

Fugees on the mic, YEAH!! 

Yo', refugees on the mic, oh yeah, oh yeah 

(Pras) 

Man, I went to cops the other day to plead for my innocence 

They brought me in another charges of a legal residents 

And L-E-N, on a foreign land, a ???? 

Watch me go back to my land and then there will be a thing 

Gorillas in the mist, where everything, and the light becomes a priest 

They put up they guard, they pump up they fists 

Now I'm number one on they motherfuckin' hit-list... 

Goin' down for first degree of manslaughter 

Makin' change out of emcee's makin' them outta quarters 

That's they value, that's what they worth 

Cause the first shall be last and the last shall be first, yeah 

What we learned was to burn, now cause you see-came 

With that machette, it's your turn 

It's not funny, but twenty a month is what you earn baby 

(We on to the Yankee, pass the mic to the "Yankee") 

(Lauryn Hill) 

Well I'm as cool to ya the mic I'm checkin' comin' from my temple 

With a message, to deliver, but the back is very simple 

I'm the girl "Yankee" rollin' wit' the kids from Haiti 

Coolin' as a mighty grab who gets the last laugh hahaha... 

You bite size with my Haitian from they stinks as my "Yankee" 

Wonderin' who was the first to pull over girl as soon as it came out son 

My history - a hypocrite, so what we gonna do? 

The dope is dope is only get the man since that is true 

So hip-hip with my lip as I rip with a felt tip 

With a righteous situation, interpretation, a graduation 

Your ventilation, and education, segregation, emancipation 

A capitalization, it's agration, not separation, ya breath the Haitians... 

H-to-the-A-to-the-I-to-the-T-to-the-I...