[Wyclef]
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(Come on)
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Root to the fruit
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More bass than Bootsy Collins
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You verses me
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Thats like Ali verses Foreman (a-ha)
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God's act, stand back and watch
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Devil's time out
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Can't be timed with no swatch watch
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Who I am, the black Abraham
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Zunga zunga zang, yellow man, Vietnam
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Add an extra bar as I spar with literature
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Taking kingdoms from tsars
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Winning more wars than the Moors
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[Forte]
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Hey, what's the deal?
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I seen the Devil spar with Allah
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Mathematics was the key to set my whole race free
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You might debate we, a refugee
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No harm hurt me
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Dying, thirsty from the struggle
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To my own hustle bubble
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On the low, woe is me
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To show the Free Bob right
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The righteous Asiatic thinker
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While Satan rob light
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Civilised like the Molly
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Burgundy, wildy rocking
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Seen the fifth when Ali clocked him
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John Forte will keep you locked in
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[Q-Tip]
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People all around
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You got to recognise and witness
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The Mister who swift enough to knock you out with Mic fitness
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Hands blistered from holding the mics tight
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Some say it's fright night
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Well throw the R after the F 'Cause I'm gonna take away your breath
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The bell rings and now it's just a daily operation
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Yo, you saw my lubrication
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You can see this occupation (The winner)
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Eh, you know we're from Q-Borough
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L-Booie and Clef the trainers, Prazwell promote the throw
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[Lauryn Hill]
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We used to bite bullets with the pig-skin casing
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Now we perfect slang like a gang of street masons (uh)
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Scribe check make connects
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True pyramid architects (yeah)
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Replace the last name with the X (X)
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The man's got a God complex
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But take the text and change the picture
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Watch Muhammad play the messenger like Holy Muslim scriptures
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Take orders from only God
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Only war when it's Jihad
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See Ali appears in Zaire to reconnect 400 years
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But we the people dark but equal give love to such things
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To the man who made the fam' remember when we were kings
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Blocks on fire (Block's on fire tonight)
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Fiends getting higher (uh-huh)
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Robbing blue collar
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(Hey yo we rob them blue collars)
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Killing for a dollar (Stick 'em up)
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Youths get tired (Ali ah yeah)
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We're dealing with them liars (Ali ah yeah)
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(We're dealing with too many liars)
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From Brooklyn to Zaire (uh-huh ah yeah)
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We need a ghetto Messiah (ah yeah come on)
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Send me an angel in the morning, baby
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Send me an angel in the morning, darling
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Send me Muhammad in the morning, baby
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Send me an angel in the morning, darling
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[Phife Dawg]
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Once the pen hits the pad it's danger
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To this I be no stranger
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Step inside the ring and I'll derange you (Come on)
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I'm hearing no comments
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Everyone looks dispondent
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Dejected, rejected similiar to Liston
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Catching lists
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Beat it, sonny
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My man is still the greatest in this
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To hell with Frazier yappin' about that negative shit
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Now listen, you can try and escape if you want to
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But ask yourself, who the hell you gonna run to
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Like Sade Abu you got a punch that I can sleep to
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Fugees, Tribe, Busta Rhymes forever coming through
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[Prazwell]
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We sing Amazing Grace over two dollar plate
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One roll snake eyes like Jake The Snake
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Many lies put up for stakes
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Wash our sins at the Great Lakes
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You and I cannot see eye to eye
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So therefore we cannot relate
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I'm here when I make myself crystal clear
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You fled to Cape Fear when I laced you in Zaire
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Tussle with a lasso in the Royal Rumble
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Seperate boys from men in the concrete jungle
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[Busta Rhymes]
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I remember when Cassius Clay flipped the script
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Taking trips to Zimbabwe
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Africans started calling the God Ali Bumbaye (so bwoy)
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It be the God stricken, God nutrition, lightly stricken (ha)
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Blow that make you feel like you was poison bitten
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Ha yo I'm 'bout to blister you and your sister
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Predicting every ass whipping before my fights my nigga
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This be your last warning once you walk past the doorman
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Ali and Foreman gonna lock ass until the morning
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Marvellous finances provided by Joseph Mobutu
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Special guests of honour like the Archbishop Desmond Tutu
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We watched the Rumble In The Jungle
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To see who be the targeted uncle to be the first to fall and fumble
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