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Rumble In The Jungle
[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 yapping 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
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