Fugees - Nappy Heads текст песни

[wyclef]

Why am I trapped in a cage? (the nappy heads are comin out)

Barber can I get a fade? (the nappy heads are comin out)

Teacher teacher check my grades (the nappy heads are comin out)

I grab the mic in a rage...

You maintain to put a negro in pain you used to diss me

"you sure you wanna hang with old eddie kane? " (+the five heartbeats+)

Aint nuttin wrong, so snap your head to the song

Word is bond, you get wrong, Ill have you sing like louis armstrong

And I say to myself, what a wonderful world

But what the fuck was so wonderful bout pickin cotton -- on a farm?

The harder they come, the harder they fall, so come one come all

Dont stall or ima stick you like a voodoo doll

Doors locked stop draw for the count, who drops?

Ten-nine-eight-seven-six-five-four-three-two-one-

-you-slept-on-a-kid-from-the-boondocks

Out of hooterville land of the ill kill

Bellsburg viking so you know Im top ranking phil

Some say newcomer like the yuma but save the rumor

Cause Ive been rockin ever since eighty-three

When I used to rock my pumas

Rap, narcotic psychotic so hear the sentencin

One out of ten, Im passin the mic next time Ill get wicked

Heard the man who went before, got intimated

You tried to gas me up, too much gas, you got intoxicated

You wasnt ready for the realn, dealin, chillin

Wyclef, no competition when Im bringin pure death

Im jumpin like a monkey to get mines off

A-from a caterpillar, to the mic moth

(the nappy heads are comin out)

Teacher teacher check my grades (the nappy heads are comin out)

I coulda sworn I had an a (the nappy heads are comin out)

I grab the mic in a rage...

[pras]

You put, one and one together now you think you a rapper

Baseball cap backward, forearms swingin like a hip-hopper

You do the rhyme, thinkin no one can stop ya

I be the followin that chop ya down as I clock ya, hah

When I say five-oh, I mean fifty not guns or cops

Now heres the heavyweight knocker, the freedom fighter

Natural rhythm rock a mic I always rhyme Im never drinkin vodka

Any old style, I throw it in a locker

[lauryn hill]

Well Im a gucci rocker, I never drank no vodka

Me got no bag of cheeba cause I never had a knocker

My cousins name was shaka, for short we called him aka

I flip it on wack mcs because to me they flow like caca

[pras]

You boogie move the groove, nothing to prove you lose

Your style remind of yesterday, old news

Sad sung blues whos, chose the one to feel the pain

Or bring the cane, tick-tock I come to pick your lock

Its not for capital gain

So watch out for the remain, or cry from bloodstain

Bustin nuts, bustin style

Gettin buckwild some think Im the descendant of a wilder child

Comin on the mic, from a higher level

Broke is no joke/choke the hell out of the devil

[wyclef]

(the nappy heads are comin out)

What about martin? (the nappy heads are comin out)

What about malcolm? (the nappy heads are comin out)

Rosa parks? (the nappy heads are comin out)

You hung a man after dark (the nappy heads are comin out)

Cease the violence! (the nappy heads are comin out)

Yo who got the power, to make a man raise from the dead?

Some said that it was jesus, they said he was a notty dread

But I dont mean to confuse a world thats confused

Minds atomic, so like a bomb, let me drop it

Cant get too deep, cause some sleep while I wake

In a dream thats made of wine but let me bring it back to grapes

Teacher, explain the parable, its simple:

Its easier for the camel to go through the eye of a needle

Than for you to enter the kingdom, or battle

And walk away, with the title when I get, brutal

Feelings are mutual so sign your life, to prudential

Dont even flinch, the other becomin spiritual

Theres six million ways to die but choose four

Cause I can still be in the desert buttnaked and be hardcore!

[lauryn hill]

When ? checks that means pump your fist

Remember moses people, this is exodus

Dont try to stop this, the force comes from genesis

Them who did us wrong, ask the lord for forgiveness

The man got a drum, made the land of the dumb

We droppin the bass drum, then we ? ?

You cant kill the battle with a ? ? .. feeling joshua

So march to st. lawrence

Yo march I got your back, march!

[wyclef]

Crown heights (the nappy heads are comin out)

Cease the violence (the nappy heads are comin out)

A moment of silence (the nappy heads are comin out)

For those who died (the nappy heads are comin out)

Public enemy (the nappy heads are comin out)

Number one (the nappy heads are comin out)

Fredric douglass (the nappy heads are comin out)

Harriet tubman (the nappy heads are comin out)

? ? (the nappy heads are comin out)

Bob marley (the nappy heads are comin out)

Prazwell (the nappy heads are comin out)

To my man khalid (the nappy heads are comin out)

[lauryn hill]

Now, speak of resistance, were nappy heads

Rhymes, kinks, braids and dreads

The mother of creation, epitome of creativity, yeah

And keep your heads nappy