Song lyrics downloaded from: https://www.albumsongandlyrics.com ------------------------------------------ Fugees - Zealots ------------------------------------------ One two, Iīm bout to set this up, Like this Hip hoppers check it, [Chorus] Another MC lose his life tonight Lord, I banged out you brain to Jesus Christ Why? Oh Lord, Father donīt let him BURY me, whoa I horn MCīs like mephistophales bringinī SWORDS OF DAMOCILES Secret service keep a close watch as if my name was Kennedy Abstract rap simple with a street format Gaze into the sky and measure planets by paralac Check out the retro great motion killed the notion of biting and recycling and calling it your own creation I feel like Rockwell, somebodyīs watching me I got no privacy whether on land or at sea And for your bitinī zealots, your rapīs a cacophonic If a prick predict but deep inside you wish you had a pop hit It hurts donīt it, a refugee come to your turf, To take over the earth... (Lauryn) See my rhymes, are the type of fly rhymes That can only get down with my crew And if you try to take lines and buy grines Weīll show how the refugees do, Behold itīs my own manifold on your rhymes Two MCīs canīt occupy the same space at the same time Itīs against the law of physics So weep as your sweet dreams break up like the rythmics rap rejects My tape deck ejects projectile Whether Jew or Gentile I rentile percentile Many styles more powerful than gamma rays My grandma pays like Carlos Santana plays Black Magic Woman So while you fuminī Iīm consuminī mango juice under pularis You just embarrassed cuz itīs your last tango IN PARIS And even after all my logic and my theory, I ADD a muthafucker so you ignorant niggas hear me And remember take notes, cuz I SOE MY RAP OATS For all you bitinī zealots, hereīs a quote Aye another MC lose his life tonight, oh I banged out you brain to Jesus Christ, why, Oh Lord, Father donīt let him bury we, aye. You can try but you canīt divide the tribe, These cats canīt rap mister author i feel no vibe The magazine said THE GIRL shoulda went solo, The guy should stop rappinī, vanish LIKE MENUDO Took it to the heart but every actor plays his part As long as someone was listeninī i knew it was a start for me to get a chance grab my pen and revamp Do a CAMEO while everyone do the dance (do the dance) Quit now cuz youīre runninī out of luck-a Playinī mister big Iīm gonna get you sucka While you munchinī at your luncheon Iīll be planninī your assassination and hit you like the dutchman.. I compress sound sets my rap DBX Then drop vocals on my four five six amtax Bring terror to the shop of horrors As she cry mi amour the Phantom dies in the opera And to the younginīs who carry gadgets, and kill six days a week and rest on the Sabbath (hold up hold up) violence ainīt necessary Unless you provoke me then get buried like the great Mussolini And for you bitinī zealots, your rap stars are relics No matter who you damage, you still a forced PROFIT. [Chorus]