Refugees On The Mic

H to the A to the I to the T to the I its nothing but a dark-side fugees on the mic hea hea you refugees on the mic oh yeah oh yeah H to the A to the I to the T to the I its nothing but a dark-side fugees on the mic hea hea you refugees on the mic oh yeah oh yeah If you want to snap snap if you want to crack crack if you want to shoot give me A second so I could lay-flat cause to some the cemeteries the reality were the Tuff guys get buried in there property word to Samson the tough will get you Hung I had a friend they murdered his father in law and this three year old son I heard him cursing the ancestors of those who committed the crime but a Murder got no time the country has no law its either rich or poor I'm out the back door I got nothing to fight for I'm sailing on a boat like a goat I Clear my throat when I got to Brooklyn I was broke so I sell coke I'm looking Through the microscope for my country is their hope my eyes bleed I see aristede the Haitian pope Figure of Gandhi courage of Malcolm X swing like the King so should I put on David's armed vest Though I'm humble its a struggle in the jungle let me blow a ha-bul-bubble in the face of the eagle Hey yo people you got to stay civil 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 could blow the mother fucker away bep-bep I go To make a sell so I can eat so priz grab the mic and be complete Live and direct and effect from the islands check mate Another style for Prakazrel to tranzlate For those who can relate to the state of mind I'm in wait Don't mistake when I tell you your prophet is a fake. You set a contract on the Haitian three hundred gees Your sharp shooters are lousy real men don't hide behind hodies So show your face so when you waste I know who smoked me The quicker you draw the quicker I draw so it makes me mister nobody Take a hike with your Nikes its all right be like mike don't get caught in a flight that you know you fight cause you might loose your life in a sifer of light were the day is the night in a coffin of fright sike You tried to scare me but I won't move ock the bully of the block becomes the Owl of the clock so cou-cou that sounds odd but I'm rolling with the body guard But don't forget the day is sunny but it will be foggy and in the funeral we'll be singing a new song may his soul rest on the moon gag him with a spoon and Channel 7 news said death before cuff You killed so many that your conscious said enough what-up hey-yo black man Your dying buy a dozen cousin so all I do is walk away and pretend nothing Happened you called me a punk I got to step cause all you did was flex but don't Get closer cause the kid still got to keep his rep see I'm known for the crew like A jew is a jew like apollo got the boo! like the miller got the brew like the FU Got the manchu-shaka got the zula Hawaii got the Honolulu I got the rap blues So ski-be-de bob-bob you don't stop do the rock-rock don't from hip-hop to be be-bop From be-bop to beep-beep-the Haitian kid beepers going off H to the A to the I to the T to the I its nothing but a dark-side fugees on the mic hea you refugees on the mic oh yeah oh yeah Man I went to court the other day to plea for my innocence they brought me in Under the charges of illegal residences an alien on a foreign land Uncle Sam Wants me to go back to my land the land of the untamed guerrillas in the mist Where everything in the light becomes abyss they put their guard they pump up Their first now I'm number #1 on their mother's hit list going down for 1st Degree of manslaughter making change outta M.C.'s making them outta Quarters that's their value that's what they worth cause the first shall be Last and the last shall be first what we learn was to burn and cut sugar cane With a machete it's your turn it's not funny when $20. A month is what you earn babe Pass the mic to the yankee Pass the mic to the yankee Well I'm a Fuji on the mic yo check it coming from the temple With a message to deliver, but in fact it's very simple I'm just a girl yankee rolling with the kids from Haiti colling at the Mardis gras who gets the last laugh ha! ha! Bliebison says my Haitian friend they stink says my yankee one But who was the first to do the boggle girl as soon as it came out son A history of hypocrites so what we gonna do? What's dope is dope is only if the man says that's it's true So hip hip from my lip as I rip on the real tip of a righteous situation Interpretation of degradation, emancipation, Capitalist nation and race relations free the Haitians!...