| Song | Rufugees On The Mic (Album Version) |
| Artist | Fugees |
| Album | Blunted On Reality |
| Yo', check it out, I want all the refugees out there | |
| To just put up your mother****in' hands, you know you're a ****in' immigrant | |
| Put up your hands youknowhatI'msayin'? | |
| I'ma start this shit off like this, this time around | |
| 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 | |
| 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 mother****er away | |
| Beep, beep, I gotta make a sale so I can eat | |
| So Praswell, grab the mic and be complete | |
| 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 | |
| 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 | |
| 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 | |
| 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 mother****in' 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"） | |
| 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 | |
| interpretation, With a righteous situation, a graduation | |
| Your ventilation, and education, segregation, emancipation | |
| A capitalization, it's agration, not separation, ya breath the Haitians... | |
| H-to-the-A-to-the-I-to-the-T-to-the-I... |
| Yo', check it out, I want all the refugees out there | |
| To just put up your mother in' hands, you know you' re a in' immigrant | |
| Put up your hands youknowhatI' msayin'? | |
| I' ma start this shit off like this, this time around | |
| HtotheAtotheItotheTtotheI | |
| 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 | |
| HtotheAtotheItotheTtotheI | |
| 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 | |
| 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 threeyearold 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, theriginal 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 upperher bubble in your face that' cha ego! | |
| Aiyyo, freezefunk, 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 mother er away | |
| Beep, beep, I gotta make a sale so I can eat | |
| So Praswell, grab the mic and be complete | |
| 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 noman wait | |
| No mistake, when I tell you, your prophet is a fake | |
| You said a contract on a Haitian, threehundred g' s | |
| Your sharpshooters are lousy, we mend tohighbehigh hoodies | |
| So show your facea 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 movera | |
| 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 manjewel, suck up, up the ? coollew? | |
| Oh why you got the hahalewlew? | |
| I got the rap loose, so scibideebobbob, you don' t stop | |
| You do the raprap, from hiphop to bebop, from bebop | |
| To beepbeep, the Haitian kid, beeper' s goin' off beepbeep | |
| 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 beepbeep | |
| HtotheAtotheItotheTtotheI | |
| Live or die, it' s nothin' but a dark side | |
| Fugees on the mic, YEAH!! | |
| Yo', refugees on the mic, oh yeah, oh yeah | |
| Man, I went to cops the other day to plead for my innocence | |
| They brought me in another charges of a legal residents | |
| And LEN, 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 mother in' hitlist... | |
| 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 ccame | |
| 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" | |
| 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 hiphip with my lip as I rip with a felt tip | |
| interpretation, With a righteous situation, a graduation | |
| Your ventilation, and education, segregation, emancipation | |
| A capitalization, it' s agration, not separation, ya breath the Haitians... | |
| HtotheAtotheItotheTtotheI... |