The Fugees

[Wyclef Jean]
One two - I'm bout to set this off! Like this
Hip-hoppers, check it
{*singing*}
Another MC lose his life tonight, lawwwwd
I beg that you pray to Jesus Christ, why
Ohh laww-WWD, father don't let him bury me, whoahhhh
{*rapping*}
I haunt MC's like Mephistopheles, bringin swords of Damocles
Secret service keep a close watch as if my name was Kennedy
Abstract raps simple with a street format
Gaze into the sky and measure planets by parallax
Check out the retrograde motion, kill the notion
of biting and recycling and callin it your own creation
I feel like Rockwell, Somebody's Watching Me
I got no privacy whether on land or at sea
And for you biting zealots, your raps are cacophonic
Hypocrite, critic, but deep inside you wish you had the pop hit
It hurts don't it, a ReFugee come to your turf
and take over the earth
[Lauryn Hill - *singing*]
See my rhymes, are the type of fly rhymes
that can only get down with my crew
And if you try, to take lines or bite rhymes (hehe)
we'll show you how the ReFugees do
{*rapping*}
Yeah, yeah behold, as my odes, manifold on your rhymes
Two MC's can't occupy the same space at the same time
It's against the laws of physics
So weep as your Sweet Dreams break up like Eurythmics
Rap rejects my tape deck, ejects projectile
Whether jew or gentile, I rank top percentile
Many styles, more powerful than gamma rays
My grammar pays, like Carlos Sanatana plays, Black Magic Woman
So while you fumin I'm consumin mango juice under Polaris
You just embarrassed cause it's your Last Tango in Paris
And even after all my logic and my theory