Fugees
Strumming dub plates with our fingers, Eliminate sounds with our song, Killing a sound boy with this sound, Killing a sound boy with this sound, Taking sound boys' lives with this dub, Killing him softly with this sound. Strumming my pain with his fingers, Singing my life with his words, Killing me softly with his song, killing me softly with his song, Telling my whole life with his words, Killing me softly with his song. [LAURYN] I heard he sang a good song, I heard he had a style, And so I came to see him and listen for a while. And there he was this young boy, stranger to my eyes, Strumming my pain with his fingers, Singing my life with his words, Killing me softly with his song, killing me softly with his song, Telling my whole life with his words, Killing me softly with his song. I felt all flushed with fever, Embarrassed by the crowd, I felt he found my letters and read each one out loud. I prayed that he would finish, But he just kept right on strumming my pain with his fingers, Singing my life with his words, Killing me softly with his song, Killing me softly with his song, Telling my whole life with his words, Killing me softly with his song [CLEF] Yo L-Boogie, take it to the bridge [LAURYN] (Bust it) Strumming my pain with his fingers, Singing my life with his words, killing me softly with his song, Killing me softly with his song, Telling my whole life with his words, Killing me softly with his song. Strumming my pain with his finger, yeah he was . . . [shoutouts and fade]
Ready or not, Here I come, You can't hide Gonna find you, and take it slowly Ready or not, Here I come, You can't hide Gonna find you, and make you want me Verse One: Wyclef Now that I escape sleep walk away those who convolate knows the world they hate Jails bars ain't golden gates those who fake they brake when they meet they four hundred pound mate if i could rule the world, everyone who have a gun and together of course we'd get the up in our their horse I kick a rhyme drinking moon shine I poor sip on the concrete, for the deceased but no don't weep, Wyclef in a state of sleep thinking about the robbe-RY that I did last WEEK Money in the bag, bank a look like a drag I wanna play with pelicans from here to Bagdad Gun blast, think fast I think I'm hit My girl pinch's my hips to see if I still exist I think not, I send a letter to my friends A born again, hooligan only to be king again Chorus Verse Two: Lauryn Hill yo, I play my enemies like a game of chess where I rest no stress if you don't smoke cess, less i must confess my destany's manifest to some gortex and sweats I make tracks like i'm homeless Rap orgies with Porgie and Bess capture your bounty like Eliot Ness YES! Bless you if you represent the FU but I hex you, with some witches vu if you do-do Voodo, I could what you do, EASY! Believe me, frontin' niggaz gives me heebe-geebes so why you imitatin' Al Capone I be Nina Symone and defacating on your microphone chorus Interlude: Lauryn Hill You can't run away from these styles I got Oh baby, hey baby cause I got a lot oh yeah... Anywhere you go, my whole crew gonna know Oh baby, hey baby you can't hide from the black gold no... Verse Three: Pras Ready or not, refugees taking over The buffalo soldier, dread like rasta On the twelve hour flyby in my bomber crews went for cover now they under pushin' up flowers Superfly, true lies do or dies toss me high only profile with my crew from Lacaille I refugee from Guatanamo Bay, dance around the border like I'm Cassius Clay Chorus