Zealots (Album Version)

Zealots (Album Version) - Fugees

Another MC lose his life tonight lord

I beg that you pray to Jesus Christ why

O lord father don't let him bury me whoa

I haunt MC's like Mephistophales

Bringin swords and Damacles

Secret service keep a close watch as if my name was Kennedy

Abstract raps simple with a street format

Gaze into the sky and measure planets by parallax

Check out the retrograde motion kill the notion

Of biting and recycling and calling it your own creation

I Feel like Rockwell "Somebody's watching me"

I got no privacy whether on land or at sea

And for you biting zealots your raps are cacophonic

Hypocrit critic but deep inside you wish you had the pop hit

It hurts don't it the refugees come to your turf and take over

The earth

See my rhymes are the type of fly rhymes

That can only get down with my crew

And if you try to take lines or bite rhymes

We'll show you how the refugees do

Behold as my odes manifold on your rhymes

Two MC's can't occupy the same space at the same time

It's against the laws of Physics

So weep as your sweet dreams break up like Eurythmics

Rap rejects my tape deck ejects projectile

Whether jew or gentile

I rank top percentile

Many styles

More powerful than gamma rays

My grammar pays

Like Carlos Sanatana plays

Black Magic Woman

So while you fuming I'm consuming

Mango juice under Polaris

You're just embarrassed

Cause it's your "Last Tango in Paris"

And even after all my logic and my theory

I add a muthaf**kker so you ignint niggas hear me

And you remember take notes

As I sow my rap otas

And for you biting zealots here's a quote

Another MC lose his life tonight lord

I beg that you pray to Jesus Christ why

O lord father don't let him bury me whoa

You can try but you can't divide the tri

These cats can't rap Mr Author I feel no Vibe

The magazine says the girl should have gone solo

The guys should stop rapping vanish like Menudo

Took it to the heart but every actor plays his part

As long as someone was listening I knew it was a start

For me to get a chance grab my pen and revamp

Do a cameo while everybody do the dance

Quick now cause you runnin' out of lucka

Playin' Mr Big I'm gonna get you sucka

While you munchin at your luncheon I'll be planning your

Assassination

Then hit you like the Dutchmen

I compress sound sets with my rap DBX

Then drop vocals on my 456 AMPEX

Bring terror to the shop of horror

As she cries "Mi amor"

The phantom dies in the opera

And to the youngin's who carry gadgets

And kill 6 days a week then rest on the Sabbath

Violence ain't necessary unless you provoke me

Then get buried like the great Mussolini

And for you bitin' Zealots

Your rap styles are relics

No matter who you damage

Your still a false prophet

Another MC lose his life tonight lord

I beg that you pray to Jesus Christ why

O lord father don't let him bury me