Refugees On The Mic - Remix

(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 cemetary'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 c-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...
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