[ti:Zealots]
[ar:Fugees]
[al:Original Album Classics]
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[00:00.81]Zealots - Fugees
[00:13.31]Another MC lose his life tonight, lord
[00:17.87]
[00:19.06]I beg that you pray to Jesus Christ, why
[00:24.06]O lord, father don't let him bury me, whoa
[00:30.00]I haunt MC's like Mephistophales
[00:31.75]Bringin swords and Damacles
[00:33.13]Secret service keep a close watch as if my name was Kennedy
[00:36.40]Abstract raps simple with a street format
[00:38.97]Gaze into the sky and measure planets by parallax.
[00:42.41]Check out the retrograde motion, kill the notion
[00:45.10]Of biting and recycling and calling it your own creation.
[00:48.65]I Feel like Rockwell, "Somebody's watching me"
[00:51.03]I got no privacy whether on land or at sea.
[00:54.09]And for you biting zealots, your raps are cacophonic
[00:57.03]Hypocrit, critic, but deep inside you wish you had the pop hit.
[01:01.28]It hurts don't it, the refugees come to your turf and take over
[01:05.36]the earth.
[01:06.17]
[01:08.07]See my rhymes are the type of fly rhymes
[01:12.25]
[01:13.82]That can only get down with my crew
[01:18.19]And if you try to take lines or bite rhymes
[01:23.55]
[01:25.42]We'll show you how the refugees do.
[01:29.64]
[01:30.51]Behold, as my odes, manifold on your rhymes
[01:33.01]Two MC's can't occupy the same space at the same time.
[01:36.24]
[01:36.93]It's against the laws of Physics.
[01:38.62]So weep as your sweet dreams break up like Eurythmics
[01:40.93]rejects Rap my tape deck, ejects projectile
[01:44.43]Whether jew or gentile
[01:45.99]I rank top percentile,
[01:47.84]Many styles,
[01:49.19]More powerful than gamma rays
[01:50.43]My grammar pays,
[01:51.37]Like Carlos Sanatana plays
[01:52.81]Black Magic Woman
[01:53.63]So while you fuming, I'm consuming
[01:55.69]Mango juice under Polaris,
[01:57.13]You're just embarrassed
[01:58.32]Cause it's your "Last Tango in Paris"
[02:00.49]And even after all my logic and my theory,
[02:03.37]I add a muthafuckker so you ignint niggas hear me.
[02:06.24]And you remember take notes,
[02:07.55]As I sow my rap otas
[02:09.23]And for you biting zealots, here's a quote.
[02:11.55]
[02:12.94]Another MC lose his life tonight, lord
[02:17.76]
[02:18.76]I beg that you pray to Jesus Christ, why
[02:24.13]O lord, father don't let him bury me, whoa
[02:29.51]
[02:30.57]You can try but you can't divide the tri
[02:33.45]These cats can't rap, Mr. Author I feel no Vibe
[02:36.38]The magazine says the girl should have gone solo,
[02:39.44]The guys should stop rapping, vanish like Menudo.
[02:42.13]Took it to the heart, but every actor plays his part
[02:45.06]As long as someone was listening, I knew it was a start,
[02:48.13]For me to get a chance, grab my pen and revamp
[02:51.00]Do a cameo while everybody do the dance.
[02:54.66]Quick now, cause you runnin' out of lucka
[02:57.10]Playin' Mr. Big, I'm gonna get you sucka.
[03:00.35]While you munchin at your luncheon, I'll be planning your
[03:03.47]assassination
[03:04.62]Then hit you like the Dutchmen
[03:06.43]I compress sound sets with my rap DBX
[03:08.88]Then drop vocals on my 456 AMPEX
[03:12.00]Bring terror to the shop of horror,
[03:14.00]As she cries "Mi amor"
[03:15.87]The phantom dies in the opera
[03:18.19]And to the youngin's who carry gadgets
[03:20.69]And kill 6 days a week then rest on the Sabbath.
[03:24.25]Violence ain't necessary, unless you provoke me
[03:28.06]Then get buried like the great Mussolini
[03:30.06]And for you bitin' Zealots
[03:31.56]Your rap styles are relics
[03:33.18]No matter who you damage
[03:34.62]Your still a false prophet.
[03:36.18]
[03:37.50]Another MC lose his life tonight, lord
[03:41.66]
[03:42.85]I beg that you pray to Jesus Christ, why
[03:47.65]
[03:48.57]O lord, father don't let him bury me
- 专辑：The Score
- 歌手：The Fugees
- 歌曲：Zealots
