Fugees quotes

If I should fall asleep and death takes me away

Don't be surprised, son, I wasn't put here to stay

Too many MCs, not enough mics

Exit your show like I exit the turnpike

Now that I escape, sleepwalk awake (Yeah)

Those who could relate know the world ain't cake

Jail bars ain't golden gates, those who fake, they break

My girl pinched my hips to see if I still exist

I refugee from Guantanamo Bay

Dance around the border like I'm Cassius Clay (Yes, sir)

Easy, low-key crooked military

Pay taxes up my ass, but they still harass me

And even after all my logic and my theory

I add a "motherfucker" so you ignant niggas hear me

We used to be number ten, now we're permanent at one

Buju Banton, I'm a true champion, like

Farrakhan reads his daily Qur'an

It's a phenomenon, lyrics fast like Ramadan

See hoochies pop coochies, for Gucci's and Lucci

Find me in my Mitsubishi, eatin' sushi, bumpin' Fugees

I get mad frustrated when I rhyme

Thinkin' of all them kids that try to do this for all the wrong reasons

It's unpredictable when my tongue performs Jiu-Jitsu

Cut you with my lyrics, stab you with my pencil (Come on)

Crooked cops pulled up, they offered him thirty pieces of silver

All he got to do is deliver the Savior

So while you imitating Al Capone

I'll be Nina Simone and defecating on your microphone

Ready or not, refugees taking over

The Buffalo Soldier, dreadlock Rasta

On the twelfth hour, fly by in my bomber (Drop bombs)

Crews run for cover, now they're under, pushing up flowers

You can't search me without probable cause

Or that proper ammunition they call reasonable suspicion

Listen, I'll bring friction to your whole jurisdiction

See cops, got two faces like two laces on my Reeboks

Nah, kid, I didn't have the balls

That's when I realized I'm bumpin' too much Biggie Smalls

Yeah, I'm the L, won't you pull it? (Pull it)

Straight to the head with the speed of a bullet (Bullet)

Cuttin' niggas off at the meeky-freaky gullet

I haunt MCs like Mephistopheles, bringing swords of Damocles

So while you fuming, I'm consuming mango juice under Polaris

You just embarrassed 'cause it's your last tango in Paris