#Fugees the score lyrics song full

Michel's cousin Wyclef Jean joined the group, dubbed the Tranzlator Crew, and they signed to Ruffhouse/Columbia in 1993. The trio formed in the late '80s in South Orange, New Jersey, where high school friends Lauryn Hill and Prakazrel Michel ('Pras') began working together. Featuring the songs 'Killing Me Softly' and 'Ready or Not,' the effort became a '90s classic, while each member went on to pursue solo careers that extended into the 2000s. The Fugees translated a seamless blend of jazz-rap, R&B, and reggae into huge success during the mid-'90s, when the New Jersey-area trio's seminal sophomore album The Score hit number one on the pop charts and sold over five million copies before winning a pair of Grammy Awards in 1997.

#Fugees the score lyrics song full

Wyclef the multi-talentedAverage heads can't handle itI'll bring it to you liveOnly if you want it.Me and my guitar go back like the days of the rmc'sThe w-y-c-l-e-f, wyclefThrough any contestI'm victoriousStill keep it real, if you will and manifestThrough your skills, not by how many shells you peel.I'm a bring down the ruckusPlay the nutcrackerRough-neck rednecks make me no botherTime after time, ask cyndi lauper,Boss, you don't want to fuckk with my partnersMotion, commotion, what's your proposalUphold two-fold, the crew is disposalLike utensil, false idental,I autograph my lyrics with a number 2 pencilI'm the l, won't you pull itStraight to the headWith the speed of a bulletCuttin' jokers off at the meeky-freeky gulletLyrical sedative, keep niggas medativeHead rushers I give to creative kids and fiendsDreams of euphoria,Aurora,To another galaxyPhallic-syBe this microphone, but get liftedLyrically I'm giftedBurn on in without the roach clip (it)Henders, mind-benderPleasure sender,So frequently your nerve endings belong to meWrongfully you put me down not receiving the full capacity of my smokeWack niggas chokeFrom the fumes that I emote,Or emit shitSee even I feel the mahogany lNatural hallucinogenTurning boys to men againWith estrogen dreamsRelease blues, yellows and greensFrom brownsville to queensI creep like a theif, no doubt the man's swiftI'm more magnificent than lee van cliffYou stand stiff and got the nerve to let your man riffAnd start flakin' like dandruff.C'mon son my steelo's tightCause by far I'm the best producer on the micOn the right, analytical conceptionsWith precision and leave lyrical incisions.The Fugees translated a seamless blend of jazz-rap, R&B, and reggae into huge success during the mid-'90s, when the New Jersey-area trio's seminal sophomore album The Score hit number one on the pop charts and sold over Look into the rhymeRum to the rippleSing boo,But at times I come in triple.Blaow, blaow put the heater to your headNow your dead.Wyclef don't give a *beep* if your dead.Raaaaah, raaaahLet me attack just like the black catYou in the wrong neighborhood, check the map.Hooo, you've got to go for backupTo do what you gotta do.So you'll be back with france cuTraitor in your crew is mafo heatPut the poison in your teaAnd kill the toad, but I'll be back with the centipedeI'm on some new technique, drunken bambooAwoo hoo a hoo, I'm taking all crews what.Competition, stimulation for the rap manLosers check your tootersWhile I'm suckin' on your girls hooters.Don't play macho, while you got the gunCause if you got to reload.