Wyclef Jean Lyrics

Album: Unknown

Rumble In The Jungle Lyrics

(feat. Busta Rhymes, John Forte, Lauryn Hill)

 [Wyclef]

 (Come on)

 Root to the fruit

 More bass than Bootsy Collins

 You verses me

 Thats like Ali verses Foreman (a-ha)

 God's act, stand back and watch

 Devil's time out

 Can't be timed with no swatch watch

 Who I am, the black Abraham

 Zunga zunga zang, yellow man, Vietnam

 Add an extra bar as I spar with literature

 Taking kingdoms from tsars

 Winning more wars than the Moors

 

 [Forte]

 Hey, what's the deal?

 I seen the Devil spar with Allah

 Mathematics was the key to set my whole race free

 You might debate we, a refugee

 No harm hurt me

 Dying, thirsty from the struggle

 To my own hustle bubble

 On the low, woe is me

 To show the Free Bob right

 The righteous Asiatic thinker

 While Satan rob light

 Civilised like the Molly

 Burgundy, wildy rocking

 Seen the fifth when Ali clocked him

 John Forte will keep you locked in

 

 [Q-Tip]

 People all around

 You got to recognise and witness

 The Mister who swift enough to knock you out with Mic fitness

 Hands blistered from holding the mics tight

 Some say it's fright night

 Well throw the R after the F 'Cause I'm gonna take away your breath

 The bell rings and now it's just a daily operation

 Yo, you saw my lubrication

 You can see this occupation (The winner)

 Eh, you know we're from Q-Borough

 L-Booie and Clef the trainers, Prazwell promote the throw

 

 [Lauryn Hill]

 We used to bite bullets with the pig-skin casing

 Now we perfect slang like a gang of street masons (uh)

 Scribe check make connects

 True pyramid architects (yeah)

 Replace the last name with the X (X)

 The man's got a God complex

 But take the text and change the picture

 Watch Muhammad play the messenger like Holy Muslim scriptures

 Take orders from only God

 Only war when it's Jihad

 See Ali appears in Zaire to reconnect 400 years

 But we the people dark but equal give love to such things

 To the man who made the fam' remember when we were kings

 

 Blocks on fire (Block's on fire tonight)

 Fiends getting higher (uh-huh)

 Robbing blue collar

 (Hey yo we rob them blue collars)

 Killing for a dollar (Stick 'em up)

 Youths get tired (Ali ah yeah)

 We're dealing with them liars (Ali ah yeah)

 (We're dealing with too many liars)

 From Brooklyn to Zaire (uh-huh ah yeah)

 We need a ghetto Messiah (ah yeah come on)

 

 Send me an angel in the morning, baby

 Send me an angel in the morning, darling

 Send me Muhammad in the morning, baby

 Send me an angel in the morning, darling

 

 [Ali Shaheed Muhammad]

 Once the pen hits the pad it's danger

 To this I be no stranger

 Step inside the ring and I'll derange you (Come on)

 I'm hearing no comments

 Everyone looks dispondent

 Dejected, rejected similiar to Liston

 Catching lists

 Beat it, sonny

 My man is still the greatest in this

 To hell with Frazier yappin' about that negative shit

 Now listen, you can try and escape if you want to

 But ask yourself, who the hell you gonna run to

 Like Sade Abu you got a punch that I can sleep to

 Fugees, Tribe, Busta Rhymes forever coming through

 

 [Prazwell]

 We sing Amazing Grace over two dollar plate

 One roll snake eyes like Jake The Snake

 Many lies put up for stakes

 Wash our sins at the Great Lakes

 You and I cannot see eye to eye

 So therefore we cannot relate

 I'm here when I make myself crystal clear

 You fled to Cape Fear when I laced you in Zaire

 Tussle with a lasso in the Royal Rumble

 Seperate boys from men in the concrete jungle

 

 [Busta Rhymes]

 I remember when Cassius Clay flipped the script

 Taking trips to Zimbabwe

 Africans started calling the God Ali Bumbaye (so bwoy)

 It be the God stricken, God nutrition, lightly stricken (ha)

 Blow that make you feel like you was poison bitten

 Ha yo I'm 'bout to blister you and your sister

 Predicting every ass whipping before my fights my nigga

 This be your last warning once you walk past the doorman

 Ali and Foreman gonna lock ass until the morning

 Marvellous finances provided by Joseph Mobutu

 Special guests of honour like the Archbishop Desmond Tutu

 We watched the Rumble In The Jungle

 To see who be the targeted uncle to be the first to fall and fumble

 Nuff blows they gettong thrown, like solid milestones

 Internally shaking up niggas, imbalance your chromosones

 With the force of a thousnad warriors

 When I bust your ass identify me as the lord victorious

 

 Blocks on fire (You're a star)

 (Blocks on fire)

 Fiends getting higher (You're a star)

 Robbing blue collar (You're a star)

 (Yeah rob them blue collars)

 Killing for a dollar (You're a star)

 Youths get tired (You're a star)

 (Youths getting tired)

 We're dealing with them liars (You're a star)

 (We're dealing with too many liars)

 From Brooklyn to Zaire (You're a star)

 We need a ghetto Messiah