Nappy Heads (Album Version) Lyrics
| Song | Nappy Heads (Album Version) |
| Artist | Fugees |
| Album | Blunted On Reality |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 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 grab the mic in a rage... | |
| You maintain to put a negro in pain you used to diss me | |
| "you sure you wanna hang with old eddie kane?" (+the five heartbeats+) | |
| Ain't nuttin wrong, so snap your head to the song | |
| Word is bond, you get wrong, i'll have you sing like louis armstrong | |
| And i say to myself, what a wonderful world | |
| But what the fuck was so wonderful bout pickin cotton -- on a farm? | |
| The harder they come, the harder they fall, so come one come all | |
| Don't stall or i'ma stick you like a voodoo doll | |
| Doors locked stop draw for the count, who drops? | |
| Ten-nine-eight-seven-six-five-four-three-two-one- | |
| -you-slept-on-a-kid-from-the-boondocks | |
| Out of hooterville land of the ill kill | |
| Bellsburg viking so you know i'm top ranking phil | |
| Some say newcomer like the yuma but save the rumor | |
| Cause i've been rockin ever since eighty-three | |
| When i used to rock my pumas | |
| Rap, narcotic psychotic so hear the sentencin | |
| One out of ten, i'm passin the mic next time i'll get wicked | |
| Heard the man who went before, got intimated | |
| You tried to gas me up, too much gas, you got intoxicated | |
| You wasn't ready for the real'n, dealin, chillin | |
| Wyclef, no competition when i'm bringin pure death | |
| I'm jumpin like a monkey to get mines off | |
| A-from a caterpillar, to the mic moth | |
| (the nappy heads are comin out) | |
| Teacher teacher check my grades (the nappy heads are comin out) | |
| I coulda sworn i had an a (the nappy heads are comin out) | |
| I grab the mic in a rage... | |
| [pras] | |
| You put, one and one together now you think you a rapper | |
| Baseball cap backward, forearms swingin like a hip-hopper | |
| You do the rhyme, thinkin no one can stop ya | |
| I be the followin that chop ya down as i clock ya, hah | |
| When i say five-oh, i mean fifty not guns or cops | |
| Now here's the heavyweight knocker, the freedom fighter | |
| Natural rhythm rock a mic i always rhyme i'm never drinkin vodka | |
| Any old style, i throw it in a locker | |
| [lauryn hill] | |
| Well i'm a gucci rocker, i never drank no vodka | |
| Me got no bag of cheeba cause i never had a knocker | |
| My cousin's name was shaka, for short we called him 'aka | |
| I flip it on wack mc's because to me they flow like caca | |
| [pras] | |
| You boogie move the groove, nothing to prove you lose | |
| Your style remind of yesterday, old news | |
| Sad sung blues who's, chose the one to feel the pain | |
| Or bring the cane, tick-tock i come to pick your lock | |
| It's not for capital gain | |
| So watch out for the remain, or cry from bloodstain | |
| Bustin nuts, bustin style | |
| Gettin buckwild some think i'm the descendant of a wilder child | |
| Comin on the mic, from a higher level | |
| Broke is no joke/choke the hell out of the devil | |
| [wyclef] | |
| (the nappy heads are comin out) | |
| What about martin? (the nappy heads are comin out) | |
| What about malcolm? (the nappy heads are comin out) | |
| Rosa parks? (the nappy heads are comin out) | |
| You hung a man after dark (the nappy heads are comin out) | |
| Cease the violence! (the nappy heads are comin out) | |
| Yo who got the power, to make a man raise from the dead? | |
| Some said that it was jesus, they said he was a notty dread | |
| But i don't mean to confuse a world that's confused | |
| Mind's atomic, so like a bomb, let me drop it | |
| Can't get too deep, cause some sleep while i wake | |
| In a dream that's made of wine but let me bring it back to grapes | |
| Teacher, explain the parable, it's simple: | |
| It's easier for the camel to go through the eye of a needle | |
| Than for you to enter the kingdom, or battle | |
| And walk away, with the title when i get, brutal | |
| Feelings are mutual so sign your life, to prudential | |
| Don't even flinch, the other becomin spiritual | |
| There's six million ways to die but choose four | |
| Cause i can still be in the desert buttnaked and be hardcore! | |
| [lauryn hill] | |
| When ? checks that means pump your fist | |
| Remember moses people, this is exodus | |
| Don't try to stop this, the force comes from genesis | |
| Them who did us wrong, ask the lord for forgiveness | |
| The man got a drum, made the land of the dumb | |
| We droppin the bass drum, then we ?? | |
| You can't kill the battle with a ?? .. feeling joshua | |
| So march to st. lawrence | |
| Yo march i got your back, march! | |
| [wyclef] | |
| Crown heights (the nappy heads are comin out) | |
| Cease the violence (the nappy heads are comin out) | |
| A moment of silence (the nappy heads are comin out) | |
| For those who died (the nappy heads are comin out) | |
| Public enemy (the nappy heads are comin out) | |
| Number one (the nappy heads are comin out) | |
| Fredric douglass (the nappy heads are comin out) | |
| Harriet tubman (the nappy heads are comin out) | |
| ?? (the nappy heads are comin out) | |
| Bob marley (the nappy heads are comin out) | |
| Prazwell (the nappy heads are comin out) | |
| To my man khalid (the nappy heads are comin out) | |
| [lauryn hill] | |
| Now, speak of resistance, we're nappy heads | |
| Rhymes, kinks, braids and dreads | |
| The mother of creation, epitome of creativity, yeah | |
| And keep your heads nappy |
| 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 grab the mic in a rage... | |
| You maintain to put a negro in pain you used to diss me | |
| " you sure you wanna hang with old eddie kane?" the five heartbeats | |
| Ain' t nuttin wrong, so snap your head to the song | |
| Word is bond, you get wrong, i' ll have you sing like louis armstrong | |
| And i say to myself, what a wonderful world | |
| But what the fuck was so wonderful bout pickin cotton on a farm? | |
| The harder they come, the harder they fall, so come one come all | |
| Don' t stall or i' ma stick you like a voodoo doll | |
| Doors locked stop draw for the count, who drops? | |
| Tennineeightsevensixfivefourthreetwoone | |
| yousleptonakidfromtheboondocks | |
| Out of hooterville land of the ill kill | |
| Bellsburg viking so you know i' m top ranking phil | |
| Some say newcomer like the yuma but save the rumor | |
| Cause i' ve been rockin ever since eightythree | |
| When i used to rock my pumas | |
| Rap, narcotic psychotic so hear the sentencin | |
| One out of ten, i' m passin the mic next time i' ll get wicked | |
| Heard the man who went before, got intimated | |
| You tried to gas me up, too much gas, you got intoxicated | |
| You wasn' t ready for the real' n, dealin, chillin | |
| Wyclef, no competition when i' m bringin pure death | |
| I' m jumpin like a monkey to get mines off | |
| Afrom a caterpillar, to the mic moth | |
| the nappy heads are comin out | |
| Teacher teacher check my grades the nappy heads are comin out | |
| I coulda sworn i had an a the nappy heads are comin out | |
| I grab the mic in a rage... | |
| pras | |
| You put, one and one together now you think you a rapper | |
| Baseball cap backward, forearms swingin like a hiphopper | |
| You do the rhyme, thinkin no one can stop ya | |
| I be the followin that chop ya down as i clock ya, hah | |
| When i say fiveoh, i mean fifty not guns or cops | |
| Now here' s the heavyweight knocker, the freedom fighter | |
| Natural rhythm rock a mic i always rhyme i' m never drinkin vodka | |
| Any old style, i throw it in a locker | |
| lauryn hill | |
| Well i' m a gucci rocker, i never drank no vodka | |
| Me got no bag of cheeba cause i never had a knocker | |
| My cousin' s name was shaka, for short we called him ' aka | |
| I flip it on wack mc' s because to me they flow like caca | |
| pras | |
| You boogie move the groove, nothing to prove you lose | |
| Your style remind of yesterday, old news | |
| Sad sung blues who' s, chose the one to feel the pain | |
| Or bring the cane, ticktock i come to pick your lock | |
| It' s not for capital gain | |
| So watch out for the remain, or cry from bloodstain | |
| Bustin nuts, bustin style | |
| Gettin buckwild some think i' m the descendant of a wilder child | |
| Comin on the mic, from a higher level | |
| Broke is no joke choke the hell out of the devil | |
| wyclef | |
| the nappy heads are comin out | |
| What about martin? the nappy heads are comin out | |
| What about malcolm? the nappy heads are comin out | |
| Rosa parks? the nappy heads are comin out | |
| You hung a man after dark the nappy heads are comin out | |
| Cease the violence! the nappy heads are comin out | |
| Yo who got the power, to make a man raise from the dead? | |
| Some said that it was jesus, they said he was a notty dread | |
| But i don' t mean to confuse a world that' s confused | |
| Mind' s atomic, so like a bomb, let me drop it | |
| Can' t get too deep, cause some sleep while i wake | |
| In a dream that' s made of wine but let me bring it back to grapes | |
| Teacher, explain the parable, it' s simple: | |
| It' s easier for the camel to go through the eye of a needle | |
| Than for you to enter the kingdom, or battle | |
| And walk away, with the title when i get, brutal | |
| Feelings are mutual so sign your life, to prudential | |
| Don' t even flinch, the other becomin spiritual | |
| There' s six million ways to die but choose four | |
| Cause i can still be in the desert buttnaked and be hardcore! | |
| lauryn hill | |
| When ? checks that means pump your fist | |
| Remember moses people, this is exodus | |
| Don' t try to stop this, the force comes from genesis | |
| Them who did us wrong, ask the lord for forgiveness | |
| The man got a drum, made the land of the dumb | |
| We droppin the bass drum, then we ?? | |
| You can' t kill the battle with a ?? .. feeling joshua | |
| So march to st. lawrence | |
| Yo march i got your back, march! | |
| wyclef | |
| Crown heights the nappy heads are comin out | |
| Cease the violence the nappy heads are comin out | |
| A moment of silence the nappy heads are comin out | |
| For those who died the nappy heads are comin out | |
| Public enemy the nappy heads are comin out | |
| Number one the nappy heads are comin out | |
| Fredric douglass the nappy heads are comin out | |
| Harriet tubman the nappy heads are comin out | |
| ?? the nappy heads are comin out | |
| Bob marley the nappy heads are comin out | |
| Prazwell the nappy heads are comin out | |
| To my man khalid the nappy heads are comin out | |
| lauryn hill | |
| Now, speak of resistance, we' re nappy heads | |
| Rhymes, kinks, braids and dreads | |
| The mother of creation, epitome of creativity, yeah | |
| And keep your heads nappy |
| 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 grab the mic in a rage... | |
| You maintain to put a negro in pain you used to diss me | |
| " you sure you wanna hang with old eddie kane?" the five heartbeats | |
| Ain' t nuttin wrong, so snap your head to the song | |
| Word is bond, you get wrong, i' ll have you sing like louis armstrong | |
| And i say to myself, what a wonderful world | |
| But what the fuck was so wonderful bout pickin cotton on a farm? | |
| The harder they come, the harder they fall, so come one come all | |
| Don' t stall or i' ma stick you like a voodoo doll | |
| Doors locked stop draw for the count, who drops? | |
| Tennineeightsevensixfivefourthreetwoone | |
| yousleptonakidfromtheboondocks | |
| Out of hooterville land of the ill kill | |
| Bellsburg viking so you know i' m top ranking phil | |
| Some say newcomer like the yuma but save the rumor | |
| Cause i' ve been rockin ever since eightythree | |
| When i used to rock my pumas | |
| Rap, narcotic psychotic so hear the sentencin | |
| One out of ten, i' m passin the mic next time i' ll get wicked | |
| Heard the man who went before, got intimated | |
| You tried to gas me up, too much gas, you got intoxicated | |
| You wasn' t ready for the real' n, dealin, chillin | |
| Wyclef, no competition when i' m bringin pure death | |
| I' m jumpin like a monkey to get mines off | |
| Afrom a caterpillar, to the mic moth | |
| the nappy heads are comin out | |
| Teacher teacher check my grades the nappy heads are comin out | |
| I coulda sworn i had an a the nappy heads are comin out | |
| I grab the mic in a rage... | |
| pras | |
| You put, one and one together now you think you a rapper | |
| Baseball cap backward, forearms swingin like a hiphopper | |
| You do the rhyme, thinkin no one can stop ya | |
| I be the followin that chop ya down as i clock ya, hah | |
| When i say fiveoh, i mean fifty not guns or cops | |
| Now here' s the heavyweight knocker, the freedom fighter | |
| Natural rhythm rock a mic i always rhyme i' m never drinkin vodka | |
| Any old style, i throw it in a locker | |
| lauryn hill | |
| Well i' m a gucci rocker, i never drank no vodka | |
| Me got no bag of cheeba cause i never had a knocker | |
| My cousin' s name was shaka, for short we called him ' aka | |
| I flip it on wack mc' s because to me they flow like caca | |
| pras | |
| You boogie move the groove, nothing to prove you lose | |
| Your style remind of yesterday, old news | |
| Sad sung blues who' s, chose the one to feel the pain | |
| Or bring the cane, ticktock i come to pick your lock | |
| It' s not for capital gain | |
| So watch out for the remain, or cry from bloodstain | |
| Bustin nuts, bustin style | |
| Gettin buckwild some think i' m the descendant of a wilder child | |
| Comin on the mic, from a higher level | |
| Broke is no joke choke the hell out of the devil | |
| wyclef | |
| the nappy heads are comin out | |
| What about martin? the nappy heads are comin out | |
| What about malcolm? the nappy heads are comin out | |
| Rosa parks? the nappy heads are comin out | |
| You hung a man after dark the nappy heads are comin out | |
| Cease the violence! the nappy heads are comin out | |
| Yo who got the power, to make a man raise from the dead? | |
| Some said that it was jesus, they said he was a notty dread | |
| But i don' t mean to confuse a world that' s confused | |
| Mind' s atomic, so like a bomb, let me drop it | |
| Can' t get too deep, cause some sleep while i wake | |
| In a dream that' s made of wine but let me bring it back to grapes | |
| Teacher, explain the parable, it' s simple: | |
| It' s easier for the camel to go through the eye of a needle | |
| Than for you to enter the kingdom, or battle | |
| And walk away, with the title when i get, brutal | |
| Feelings are mutual so sign your life, to prudential | |
| Don' t even flinch, the other becomin spiritual | |
| There' s six million ways to die but choose four | |
| Cause i can still be in the desert buttnaked and be hardcore! | |
| lauryn hill | |
| When ? checks that means pump your fist | |
| Remember moses people, this is exodus | |
| Don' t try to stop this, the force comes from genesis | |
| Them who did us wrong, ask the lord for forgiveness | |
| The man got a drum, made the land of the dumb | |
| We droppin the bass drum, then we ?? | |
| You can' t kill the battle with a ?? .. feeling joshua | |
| So march to st. lawrence | |
| Yo march i got your back, march! | |
| wyclef | |
| Crown heights the nappy heads are comin out | |
| Cease the violence the nappy heads are comin out | |
| A moment of silence the nappy heads are comin out | |
| For those who died the nappy heads are comin out | |
| Public enemy the nappy heads are comin out | |
| Number one the nappy heads are comin out | |
| Fredric douglass the nappy heads are comin out | |
| Harriet tubman the nappy heads are comin out | |
| ?? the nappy heads are comin out | |
| Bob marley the nappy heads are comin out | |
| Prazwell the nappy heads are comin out | |
| To my man khalid the nappy heads are comin out | |
| lauryn hill | |
| Now, speak of resistance, we' re nappy heads | |
| Rhymes, kinks, braids and dreads | |
| The mother of creation, epitome of creativity, yeah | |
| And keep your heads nappy |
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