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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
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Giggles Lyrics. Fugees. . (Pras). Aiyyo, somethin' funny, somethin' got you caught up in digs. It's me, why you wanna pimp with today?. Two made from the boy, yeah. Now, helpless, he's tryin' c
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Delivered straight from the temple. Hip hop ya don't stop. One o'clock, two o'clock, three o'clock, rock!. . Well as an infant I was born into religion,. My mother called me Baptist. But what sh
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Why am I trapped in a cage? (The nappy heads are comin out). Barber can I get a fade? (The nappy heads are comin out). Teacher teacher check my grades (The nappy heads are comin out). I *** the mic
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wyclef jean. Yo check it out. this is the boy wyclef from tranzlators, I'm coming from the. Booga basement with a roots drink in my hands. so put the rotts tonics in the. Air, yeah cause i'm-a st
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How Hard Is It? Lyrics. Fugees. . (Mad Spider). 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,
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Giggles Lyrics. Fugees. . (Pras). Aiyyo, somethin' funny, somethin' got you caught up in digs. It's me, why you wanna pimp with today?. Two made from the boy, yeah. Now, helpless, he's tryin' c
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"and when you feelin down. recharge!". . wyclef. Now and, forevers, them emperors, are nova. The lovin, the huggin, will never be over. . pras. Back up back up boy, don't get me started. Stil
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wyclef. Uh-huh, uh-huh. . (wyclef - singing) {wyclef in brackets} lauryn singing in parentheses. Vocab, on your mind! {we used to rock the mics in the park!} (vocab). Vocab, in your mind! {we use
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lauryn hill. . Ahhhhhh!. Check the crippled man, sittin 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 t
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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. They go home, they write a rhy
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Why am I trapped in a cage? (The nappy heads are comin out). Barber can I get a fade? (The nappy heads are comin out). Teacher teacher check my grades (The nappy heads are comin out). I *** the mic
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Why am I trapped in a cage? (The nappy heads are comin out). Barber can I get a fade? (The nappy heads are comin out). Teacher teacher check my grades (The nappy heads are comin out). I *** the mic
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(wyclef responding to an overlord voice). . The year. Two-thousand and seventeen master!. The man. Every two-thousand years a prophecy is prophesized. The mission. To carry out the word of the
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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. They go home, they write a rhy
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Why am I trapped in a cage? (The nappy heads are comin out). Barber can I get a fade? (The nappy heads are comin out). Teacher teacher check my grades (The nappy heads are comin out). I *** the mic
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wyclef jean. Yo check it out. this is the boy wyclef from tranzlators, I'm coming from the. Booga basement with a roots drink in my hands. so put the rotts tonics in the. Air, yeah cause i'm-a st
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