Fugees - Zealots Lyrics






[CLEF:]
Another MC lose his life tonight, lord
I beg that you pray to Jesus Christ, why
O lord, father don't let him bury me, whoa

[CLEF:]
I haunt MC's like Mephistophales
Bringin swords and Damacles
Secret service keep a close watch as if my name was Kennedy
Abstract raps simple with a street format
Gaze into the sky and measure planets by parallax.
Check out the retrograde motion, kill the notion
Of biting and recycling and calling it your own creation.
I Feel like Rockwell, "Somebody's watching me"
I got no privacy whether on land or at sea.
And for you biting zealots, your raps are cacophonic
Hypocrite, critic, but deep inside you wish you had the pop hit.
It hurts don't it, the refugees come to your turf and take over the earth.

[INTERLUDE (Lauryn):]
See my rhymes are the type of fly rhymes
That can only get down with my crew
And if you try to take lines or bite rhymes
We'll show you how the refugees do.

[LAURYN:]
Behold, as my odes, manifold on your rhymes
Two MC's can't occupy the same space at the same time.
It's against the laws of Physics.
So weep as your sweet dreams break up like Eurythmics
Rap rejects my tape deck, ejects projectile
Whether jew or gentile
I rank top percentile,
Many styles,
More powerful than gamma rays
My grammar pays,
Like Carlos Sanatana plays
Black Magic Woman
So while you fuming, I'm consuming
Mango juice under Polaris,
You're just embarrassed
Cause it's your "Last Tango in Paris"
And even after all my logic and my theory,
I add a muthaf**ker so you ignint niggas hear me.
And you remember take notes,
As I sow my rap otas
And for you biting zealots, here's a quote.

[Chorus (CLEF):]
Another MC lose his life tonight, lord
I beg that you pray to Jesus Christ, why
O lord, father don't let him bury me, whoa

[CLEF:]
You can try but you can't divide the tribe
These cats can't rap, Mr. Author I feel no Vibe
The magazine says the girl should have gone solo,
The guys should stop rapping, vanish like Menudo.
Took it to the heart, but every actor plays his part
As long as someone was listening, I knew it was a start,
For me to get a chance, grab my pen and revamp
Do a cameo while everybody do the dance.
Quick now, cause you runnin' out of lucka
Playin' Mr. Big, I'm gonna get you sucka.
While you munchin at your luncheon, I'll be planning your assassination
Then hit you like the Dutchmen

[PRAZ:]
I compress sound sets with my rap DBX
Then drop vocals on my 456 AMPEX
Bring terror to the shop of horror,
As she cries "Mi amor"
The phantom dies in the opera
And to the youngin's who carry gadgets
And kill 6 days a week then on a sabbath.
Violence ain't necessary, unless you provoke me
Then get buried like the great Mussolini
And for you bitin' Zealots
Your rap styles are relics
No matter who you damage
You're still a false prophet.

[Chorus (CLEF):]
Another MC lose his life tonight, lord
I beg that you pray to Jesus Christ, why
O lord, father don't let him bury me, whoa





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  1. R.... H....

    It's the fugees, and this is real life it ain't the movies. I hear the beat and it makes me want to boogie. The music it's so soothing. The bass line, gets your body moving. What's up with you? What the hell are you doing? Cant you connect with the music that's booming? Put down your gun and stop shooting. Every second going past is another one we are loosing,

  2. W.... M....

    Que música top se é lok

  3. N.... S....

    Fuck they need to bring shit like this back FUCK NEW MUSIC.

  4. D.... M....

    “I add a mothafucka so you ignorant niggas hear me” ....... I bet that’s when most started listening unfortunately.....

  5. C.... R....

    Kron Moore from "The Oval" brought me here and I love it🎶🎶🎙️🎙️💕💕💞💞 She said Lauren's verse was her fav💪🏾💪🏾 I see why 🔥🔥

  6. D.... ....

    I heard L boogie was wanted for murder after they recorded this

  7. M.... J....

    Shout out to astronomy

  8. q.... ....

    Jeru the damaja diss. Jeru is fucking dope but didnt stand a chance against lauryn in her prime

  9. K.... ....

    Man, because of the sample I'm always waiting for "I ooooooonlyyyyy have eeeeeyes for yooooooou".

    K.... ....

    i know.....

  10. P.... t....

    Itz jus a tasty lil Toint rite cheer y alwayz wanted2do somthin w/ tha gig w/ tha OS harmony>ty@now will b round 4ever, in stone, foundation> we dance on again y again. Trix (((== .. --))

  11. L.... C....

    Remember to size heat exchanger tubes based on a design velocity that is sub-sonic

  12. S.... S....

    A Bronx Tale

  13. F.... M....

    I only have eyes 👀 for you

  14. T.... R....

    The Flamingy’s

  15. G.... I....

    Hi My MOST BEAUTIFUL Holy 3/4 God 1/4 God husband sons❤️ and daughter❤️ together forever eternity. LOVE Infinity 🕯️. My beautiful babies from My Brandon Boyd❤️ . I love the devotion to My Sacred Tabernacle 🤰 u have shown Me :) I promise to serve u forever My Holy Family!!! I love you 🙋 Grace God 💋 💏. Hi momma! The steak was perfectly cooked today. Thank you for caring for us so deeply. We never thought of leaving you after your first Crucifiction. Together forever mom. I love you, L 🌈💕

  16. M.... M....

    Such a good track.

  17. A.... G....

    this not even my type of music but this female sPittN

  18. F.... T....

    I like Wyclefs Astronomy 101 bits

  19. R.... G....

    2019? Still banging this

  20. E.... C....

    Theme!!!!!!!!!

  21. J.... A....

    volví al pasadoooooooooooooooooo..........

  22. A.... C....

    Bad ass flow

  23. R.... M....

    One of my favourite albums of all time. Timeless class genius . Never gets old. Pure raw hip hop..school of 1995

  24. M.... T....

    Only Yahshua יהושע Jesus the Son & Yahuah יהוה God the Father in Heaven is the waty the truth and the light forever and ever - AMEN

    other than that ... good song eh

  25. h.... ....

    REAL HIP-HOP AT ITS FINEST!🎤🎤🎤🎤🎤

  26. D.... R....

    Wyclef murdered this

  27. s.... ....

    Teacher here. This song is poetic gold! 💎

  28. k.... s....

    ahhhhhhhhhh

  29. E.... C....

    My mother in the late 90's: why do you look so depressed all the sudden?

    Me at 14: the fucking fugees broke up

  30. s.... c....

    Love this ALBUM 👌💯✌🇮🇪🇺🇸🇫🇷🇿🇦

  31. J.... T....

    Agosto 6 del 2019

  32. Q.... D....

    The 90's where the tits

  33. H.... V....

    While you Fumin I'm consumin mango juice under Polaris.

  34. T.... G....

    2019😁💣🖕🔪🗡😈👿😎🔥💪😜

  35. q.... ....

    Bet this still frustrates jeru

  36. T.... k....

    [Intro: Wyclef Jean]
One two - I'm bout to set this off!
Like this, hip-hoppers, check it

[Chorus: Wyclef Jean]
Another MC lose his life tonight, Lord
I beg that you pray to Jesus Christ, why
Oh Lord, father don't let him bury me, whoa

[Verse 1: Wyclef Jean]
I haunt MCs like Mephistopheles, bringing swords of Damocles
Secret service keep a close watch as if my name was Kennedy
Abstract raps simple with a street format
Gaze into the sky and measure planets by parallax
Check out the retrograde motion, kill the notion
Of biting and recycling and calling it your own creation
I feel like Rockwell, somebody's watching me
I got no privacy whether on land or at sea
And for you biting zealots, your raps are cacophonic
Hypocrite, critic, but deep inside you wish you had the pop hit
It hurts don't it, a refugee come to your turf
And take over the earth

[Interlude: Lauryn Hill]
See my rhymes, are the type of fly rhymes
That can only get down with my crew
And if you try, to take lines or bite rhymes
We'll show you how the refugees do

[Verse 2: Lauryn Hill]
Yeah, yeah behold, as my odes, manifold on your rhymes
Two MCs can't occupy the same space at the same time
It's against the laws of physics
So weep as your sweet dreams break up like Eurythmics
Rap rejects, my tape deck, ejects projectile
Whether Jew or gentile, I rank top percentile
Many styles, more powerful than gamma rays
My grammar pays, like Carlos Santana plays "Black Magic Woman"
So while you fuming, I'm consuming mango juice under Polaris
You just embarrassed 'cause it's your last tango in Paris
And even after all my logic and my theory
I add a "Motherfucker" so you ignant niggas hear me
Crew remember take notes, as I sow my rap oats
And for you biting zealots, here's a quote

[Chorus: Wyclef Jean]
Another MC lose his life tonight, Lord
I beg that you pray to Jesus Christ, why
Oh Lord, father don't let him bury me, whoa

[Verse 3: Wyclef Jean]
You can try but you can't divide the tribe
These cats can't rap, mister author I feel no Vibe
The magazine says the girl should have went solo
The guys should stop rapping - vanish like Menudo
Took it to the heart, but every actor plays his part
As long as someone was listening, I knew it was a start
For me to get my chance, grab my pen and revamp
Do a cameo while everybody do the dance
Quick now, cause you running out of luck-a
Playing Mr. Big, I'm gonna get you sucka
While you munching at your luncheon
I'll be planning your assassination, then hit you like the Dutchman

[Verse 4: Pras]
I compress sound sets with my rap DBX
Then drop vocals on my 456 Ampex
Bring terror to the shop of horror
As she cry, "mi amor," the phantom dies in the opera
And to the younguns who carry gadgets
And kill six days a week, then rest on the Sabbath
Violence ain't necessary, unless you provoke me
Then get buried like the great Mussolini
And for you biting zealots, your rap styles are relics
No matter who you damage, you're still a false prophet

  37. D.... P....

    Fuck Yeah take me back.....love this track!

  38. M.... ....

    This song is brilliant. The production, the flows, the patois, the melodic rhyming and the lyrics. But L Boogie's verse... That, "I add a motherfucker" line is on some 'Top Five' shit.

  39. C.... D....

    We need a Fugees Reunion for real man.🎧🎧🎧🎤🎤🎤🎵🎵🎵💗💗💗🙏🙏🙏👊👊👊✊✊✊👍👍👍✌✌✌

  40. C.... D....

    This is one of the underrated songs my friend.

  41. C.... D....

    The Fugees went berserk on this beat man.

  42. J.... B....

    I don't care what anybody says. Lauryn, Wyclef and Pras brought out the best in each other. Since the fugees, Clef and Pras haven't rhymed as good as this.

    WE WANT ANOTHER FUGEES ALBUM. LAURYN, WYCLEF AND PRAS IF Y'ALL ARE READING THIS, PLEASE PUT ALL YOUR DIFFERENCES ASIDE AND DO A DOUBLE OR QUADRUPLE ALBUM FOR THE CULTURE AND FOR YOUR DIE HARD FANS - LIKE ME!!😊

  43. M.... ....

    Lost so many hours and weed to this album back in the day, Good chilling on my own times imo

  44. J.... L....

    "Zealots"

    [CLEF:]
    Another MC lose his life tonight, lord 
    I beg that you pray to Jesus Christ, why 
    O lord, father don't let him bury me, whoa 

    [CLEF:]
    I haunt MC's like Mephistophales 
    Bringin swords and Damacles 
    Secret service keep a close watch as if my name was Kennedy 
    Abstract raps simple with a street format 
    Gaze into the sky and measure planets by parallax. 
    Check out the retrograde motion, kill the notion 
    Of biting and recycling and calling it your own creation. 
    I Feel like Rockwell, "Somebody's watching me" 
    I got no privacy whether on land or at sea. 
    And for you biting zealots, your raps are cacophonic 
    Hypocrite, critic, but deep inside you wish you had the pop hit. 
    It hurts don't it, the refugees come to your turf and take over the earth. 

    [INTERLUDE (Lauryn):]
    See my rhymes are the type of fly rhymes 
    That can only get down with my crew 
    And if you try to take lines or bite rhymes 
    We'll show you how the refugees do. 

    [LAURYN:]
    Behold, as my odes, manifold on your rhymes 
    Two MC's can't occupy the same space at the same time. 
    It's against the laws of Physics. 
    So weep as your sweet dreams break up like Eurythmics 
    Rap rejects my tape deck, ejects projectile 
    Whether jew or gentile 
    I rank top percentile, 
    Many styles, 
    More powerful than gamma rays 
    My grammar pays, 
    Like Carlos Sanatana plays 
    Black Magic Woman 
    So while you fuming, I'm consuming 
    Mango juice under Polaris, 
    You're just embarrassed 
    Cause it's your "Last Tango in Paris" 
    And even after all my logic and my theory, 
    I add a muthaf**ker so you ignint niggas hear me. 
    And you remember take notes, 
    As I sow my rap otas 
    And for you biting zealots, here's a quote. 

    [Chorus (CLEF):]
    Another MC lose his life tonight, lord 
    I beg that you pray to Jesus Christ, why 
    O lord, father don't let him bury me, whoa 

    [CLEF:]
    You can try but you can't divide the tribe 
    These cats can't rap, Mr. Author I feel no Vibe 
    The magazine says the girl should have gone solo, 
    The guys should stop rapping, vanish like Menudo. 
    Took it to the heart, but every actor plays his part 
    As long as someone was listening, I knew it was a start, 
    For me to get a chance, grab my pen and revamp 
    Do a cameo while everybody do the dance. 
    Quick now, cause you runnin' out of lucka 
    Playin' Mr. Big, I'm gonna get you sucka. 
    While you munchin at your luncheon, I'll be planning your assassination 
    Then hit you like the Dutchmen 

    [PRAZ:]
    I compress sound sets with my rap DBX 
    Then drop vocals on my 456 AMPEX 
    Bring terror to the shop of horror, 
    As she cries "Mi amor" 
    The phantom dies in the opera 
    And to the youngin's who carry gadgets 
    And kill 6 days a week then on a sabbath. 
    Violence ain't necessary, unless you provoke me 
    Then get buried like the great Mussolini 
    And for you bitin' Zealots 
    Your rap styles are relics 
    No matter who you damage 
    You're still a false prophet. 

    [Chorus (CLEF):]
    Another MC lose his life tonight, lord 
    I beg that you pray to Jesus Christ, why 
    O lord, father don't let him bury me, whoa

  45. P.... G....

    🔥🔥🔥

  46. S.... P....

    "And even after all my logic and my theories I add a motherfucker so you ignorant niggas hear me" 👊

  47. B.... M....

    I always skipped this song as a little kid when I was 10..... i regret that, shits dope af

  48. J.... R....

    I love it

  49. M.... ....

    You know...I’ve never actually heard Lauryn Hill cuss.

  50. D.... J....

    An even after all my logic and theory ..I add a mothafucka so you ignant niggas here me

  51. F.... P....

    This is my Shytt

  52. 2.... M....

    “N even after all my logic N my theory, I add a mothafucka so you ignant niggas here me.”

  53. T.... J....

    🗣️"So while you fuming, I'm consuming mango juice under Polaris, you just embarrassed cause it's your last tango in Paris, and even after all my logic and my theory, I add a mafucka so you ignant niggas hear me."

  54. L.... &....

    Did she actually write that verse? Either way, It was well delivered.

  55. D.... G....

    And even after all my logic and my theory I'll add a motha fucka so you ignorant niggas hear me Lauryn Hill 🔥🔥🔥

  56. B.... ....

    I need a kotex, that flow was heavy

  57. B.... S....

    Love the flamingo sample pure class

  58. M.... M....

    Timeless...

  59. D.... N....

    I have been listening to this record for eons now and it keeps changing meaning to me. always relevant though. Priceless.

  60. E.... F....

    Lauryn is a fucking monster. I've looked all over the earth. The Fugees are one of a kind. Has there ever been as a biting, fiery, and still literary bars? Nah

  61. R.... G....

    Justin Bieber store

  62. B.... W....

    From Justin's insta story

    B.... W....

    justin who

  63. c.... c....

    #REALMUSIC

  64. v.... ....

    I feel like Rockwell, somebody's watching me..

  65. F.... P....

    2019🇧🇷💚

  66. A.... N....

    I add a mf so you ignant niggas hear me 💣💥🔥

  67. d.... ....

    Another MC lose his life tonight, Lord
    I beg that you pray to Jesus Christ, why
    Oh Lord, father don't let him bury me, whoa

    I haunt MCs like Mephistopheles, bringing swords of Damocles
    Secret service keep a close watch as if my name was Kennedy
    Abstract raps simple with a street format
    Gaze into the sky and measure planets by parallax
    Check out the retrograde motion, kill the notion
    Of biting and recycling and calling it your own creation
    I feel like Rockwell, somebody's watching me
    I got no privacy whether on land or at sea
    And for you biting zealots, your raps are cacophonic
    Hypocrite, critic, but deep inside you wish you had the pop hit
    It hurts don't it, a refugee come to your turf
    And take over the earth

    See my rhymes, are the type of fly rhymes
    That can only get down with my crew
    And if you try, to take lines or bite rhymes
    We'll show you how the refugees do

    Yeah, yeah behold, as my odes, manifold on your rhymes
    Two MCs can't occupy the same space at the same time
    It's against the laws of physics
    So weep as your sweet dreams break up like Eurythmics
    Rap rejects my tape deck, ejects projectile
    Whether Jew or gentile, I rank top percentile
    Many styles, more powerful than gamma rays
    My grammar pays, like Carlos Santana plays "Black Magic Woman"
    So while you fuming, I'm consuming mango juice under Polaris
    You just embarrassed cause it's your last tango in Paris

    And even after all my logic and my theory
    I add a "Motherfucker" so you ignant niggas hear me
    Crew remember take notes, as I sow my rap oats
    And for you biting zealots, here's a quote

    Another MC lose his life tonight, Lord
    I beg that you pray to Jesus Christ, why
    Oh Lord, father don't let him bury me, whoa

    You can try but you can't divide the tribe
    These cats can't rap, mister author I feel no Vibe
    The magazine says the girl should have went solo
    The guys should stop rapping - vanish like Menudo
    Took it to the heart, but every actor plays his part
    As long as someone was listening, I knew it was a start
    For me to get my chance, grab my pen and revamp
    Do a cameo while everybody do the dance
    Quick now, cause you running out of luck-a
    Playing Mr. Big, I'm gonna get you sucka
    While you munching at your luncheon
    I'll be planning your assassination, then hit you like the Dutchman

    I compress sound sets with my rap DBX
    Then drop vocals on my 456 Ampex
    Bring terror to the shop of horror
    As she cry, "mi amor, " the phantom dies in the opera
    And to the younguns who carry gadgets
    And kill six days a week, then rest on the Sabbath
    Violence ain't necessary, unless you provoke me
    Then get buried like the great Mussolini
    And for you biting zealots, your rap styles are relics
    No matter who you damage, you're still a false prophet

  68. K.... L....

    OVERVIEW

    LYRICS
    Another MC lose his life tonight, Lord
    I beg that you pray to Jesus Christ, why
    Oh Lord, father don't let him bury me, whoa

    I haunt MCs like Mephistopheles, bringing swords of Damocles
    Secret service keep a close watch as if my name was Kennedy
    Abstract raps simple with a street format
    Gaze into the sky and measure planets by parallax
    Check out the retrograde motion, kill the notion
    Of biting and recycling and calling it your own creation
    I feel like Rockwell, somebody's watching me
    I got no privacy whether on land or at sea
    And for you biting zealots, your raps are cacophonic
    Hypocrite, critic, but deep inside you wish you had the pop hit
    It hurts don't it, a refugee come to your turf
    And take over the earth

    See my rhymes, are the type of fly rhymes
    That can only get down with my crew
    And if you try, to take lines or bite rhymes
    We'll show you how the refugees do

    Yeah, yeah behold, as my odes, manifold on your rhymes
    Two MCs can't occupy the same space at the same time
    It's against the laws of physics
    So weep as your sweet dreams break up like Eurythmics
    Rap rejects my tape deck, ejects projectile
    Whether Jew or gentile, I rank top percentile
    Many styles, more powerful than gamma rays
    My grammar pays, like Carlos Santana plays "Black Magic Woman"
    So while you fuming, I'm consuming mango juice under Polaris
    You just embarrassed cause it's your last tango in Paris

    And even after all my logic and my theory
    I add a "Motherfucker" so you ignant niggas hear me
    Crew remember take notes, as I sow my rap oats
    And for you biting zealots, here's a quote

    Another MC lose his life tonight, Lord
    I beg that you pray to Jesus Christ, why
    Oh Lord, father don't let him bury me, whoa

    You can try but you can't divide the tribe
    These cats can't rap, mister author I feel no Vibe
    The magazine says the girl should have went solo
    The guys should stop rapping - vanish like Menudo
    Took it to the heart, but every actor plays his part
    As long as someone was listening, I knew it was a start
    For me to get my chance, grab my pen and revamp
    Do a cameo while everybody do the dance
    Quick now, cause you running out of luck-a
    Playing Mr. Big, I'm gonna get you sucka
    While you munching at your luncheon
    I'll be planning your assassination, then hit you like the Dutchman

    I compress sound sets with my rap DBX
    Then drop vocals on my 456 Ampex
    Bring terror to the shop of horror
    As she cry, "mi amor, " the phantom dies in the opera
    And to the younguns who carry gadgets
    And kill six days a week, then rest on the Sabbath
    Violence ain't necessary, unless you provoke me
    Then get buried like the great Mussolini
    And for you biting zealots, your rap styles are relics
    No matter who you damage, you're still a false prophet

    K.... L....

    "I beg NOT you pray to Jesus Christ" is the correct lyric.

  69. R.... A....

    This song kind of pisses me off that they talked about stealing beats and stealing raps yet listen to the beat on this track

    R.... A....

    Bro you should report it theFBI.

  70. P.... J....

    Wyclef kilt this shit.

  71. M.... M....

    Lauren Hill ruined the song. Wish Wycleff would of kept flowing.

  72. c.... j....

    I have to say I'll probably on the best performances ever that anyone ever seen in the last century or to just give me the fuck out of this goddamn forsaken Maricopa County Kmart this is all I've been doing for 10 years what

  73. n.... j....

    "2 MC's can't occupy the same space at the same time....its against the laws of physics"

  74. t.... ....

    We need a 'The Score' so bad in the game right now.

  75. c.... M....

    Crazy how when they mad this song jfk death was like 30 years prior now this song is allmost 30 years old

  76. L.... o....

    Hidden in plain sight. "A boy on the side of Babylon trying to front like hes down with Zion." These 3 serve Satan.

  77. M.... P....

    Another MC lose his life tonight, Lord
    I beg that you pray to Jesus Christ, why
    Oh Lord, father don't let him bury me, whoa
    I haunt MCs like Mephistopheles, bringing swords of Damocles
    Secret service keep a close watch as if my name was Kennedy
    Abstract raps simple with a street format
    Gaze into the sky and measure planets by parallax
    Check out the retrograde motion, kill the notion
    Of biting and recycling and calling it your own creation
    I feel like Rockwell, somebody's watching me
    I got no privacy whether on land or at sea
    And for you biting zealots, your raps are cacophonic
    Hypocrite, critic, but deep inside you wish you had the pop hit
    It hurts don't it, a refugee come to your turf
    And take over the earth
    See my rhymes, are the type of fly rhymes
    That can only get down with my crew
    And if you try, to take lines or bite rhymes
    We'll show you how the refugees do
    Yeah, yeah behold, as my odes, manifold on your rhymes
    Two MCs can't occupy the same space at the same time
    It's against the laws of physics
    So weep as your sweet dreams break up like Eurythmics
    Rap rejects my tape deck, ejects projectile
    Whether Jew or gentile, I rank top percentile
    Many styles, more powerful than gamma rays
    My grammar pays, like Carlos Santana plays "Black Magic Woman"
    So while you fuming, I'm consuming mango juice under Polaris
    You just embarrassed cause it's your last tango in Paris
    And even after all my logic and my theory
    I add a "Motherfucker" so you ignant niggas hear me
    Crew remember take notes, as I sow my rap oats
    And for you biting zealots, here's a quote
    Another MC lose his life tonight, Lord
    I beg that you pray to Jesus Christ, why
    Oh Lord, father don't let him bury me, whoa
    You can try but you can't divide the tribe
    These cats can't rap, mister author I feel no Vibe
    The magazine says the girl should have went solo
    The guys should stop rapping - vanish like Menudo
    Took it to the heart, but every actor plays his part
    As long as someone was listening, I knew it was a start
    For me to get my chance, grab my pen and revamp
    Do a cameo while everybody do the dance
    Quick now, cause you running out of luck-a
    Playing Mr. Big, I'm gonna get you sucka
    While you munching at your luncheon
    I'll be planning your assassination, then hit you like the Dutchman
    I compress sound sets with my rap DBX
    Then drop vocals on my 456 Ampex
    Bring terror to the shop of horror
    As she cry, "mi amor, " the phantom dies in the opera
    And to the younguns who carry gadgets
    And kill six days a week, then rest on the Sabbath
    Violence ain't necessary, unless you provoke me
    Then get buried like the great Mussolini
    And for you biting zealots, your rap styles are relics
    No matter who you damage, you're still a false prophet

  78. E.... A....

    This aged like fine wine.

  79. R.... &....

    I LOVE THIS SONG!!!!

  80. C.... A....

    Still better than anything ive heard today. Yikes!!!!!!!!!!!

  81. H.... ....

    Few more days until 2019... Whos gunna be listening with me? I found this cd laying scratched in a parking lot riding my bike as a kid. Polished it up and still love the skips

  82. O.... K....

    Bruh Wyclef and Lauryn killed this

  83. O.... D....

    1) L boogie
    2) Pras
    3)wyclef

    O.... D....

    Pras is probably the worst MC ever.

    Wyclef was fire on this album.

  84. Z.... R....

    You all have the flamingos to thank for this sample

  85. c.... ....

    how can you dislike this?

  86. B.... M....

    A moment of silence for all the mcs lives that were lost that night. Didn’t stand a chance. 😢

  87. I.... a....

    Legend has it this was a diss for jeru the damaja

  88. G.... R....

    One of the most underrated dis tracks ever!!!

  89. F.... M....

    Dope song

  90. J.... A....

    ANOTHER MC LOSE HIS LIFE TONIIIIGHT

  91. P.... ....

    Lauryn straight up murdered niggas on this. One of the dopest and most slept on emcees ever.

  92. M.... M....

    “Like the great Mussolini”

  93. K.... S....

    My favorite song of all time.

  94. A.... B....

    Niggaz stay sleepin on Clef 😂😂

    A.... B....

    It was Clef that taught her how to rap. Before that, she was a young singer. 🤔