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Rumble In The Jungle(feat. Busta Rhymes, John Forte, Lauryn

[Wyclef]

(Come on)

Root to the fruit

More bass than Bootsy Collins

You verses me

Thats like Ali verses Foreman (a-ha)

God's act, stand back and watch

Devil's time out

Can't be timed with no swatch watch

Who I am, the black Abraham

Zunga zunga zang, yellow man, Vietnam

Add an extra bar as I spar with literature

Taking kingdoms from tsars

Winning more wars than the Moors



[Forte]

Hey, what's the deal?

I seen the Devil spar with Allah

Mathematics was the key to set my whole race free

You might debate we, a refugee

No harm hurt me

Dying, thirsty from the struggle

To my own hustle bubble

On the low, woe is me

To show the Free Bob right

The righteous Asiatic thinker

While Satan rob light

Civilised like the Molly

Burgundy, wildy rocking

Seen the fifth when Ali clocked him

John Forte will keep you locked in



[Q-Tip]

People all around

You got to recognise and witness

The Mister who swift enough to knock you out with Mic fitness

Hands blistered from holding the mics tight

Some say it's fright night

Well throw the R after the F 'Cause I'm gonna take away your breath

The bell rings and now it's just a daily operation

Yo, you saw my lubrication

You can see this occupation (The winner)

Eh, you know we're from Q-Borough

L-Booie and Clef the trainers, Prazwell promote the throw



[Lauryn Hill]

We used to bite bullets with the pig-skin casing

Now we perfect slang like a gang of street masons (uh)

Scribe check make connects

True pyramid architects (yeah)

Replace the last name with the X (X)

The man's got a God complex

But take the text and change the picture

Watch Muhammad play the messenger like Holy Muslim scriptures

Take orders from only God

Only war when it's Jihad

See Ali appears in Zaire to reconnect 400 years

But we the people dark but equal give love to such things

To the man who made the fam' remember when we were kings



Blocks on fire (Block's on fire tonight)

Fiends getting higher (uh-huh)

Robbing blue collar

(Hey yo we rob them blue collars)

Killing for a dollar (Stick 'em up)

Youths get tired (Ali ah yeah)

We're dealing with them liars (Ali ah yeah)

(We're dealing with too many liars)

From Brooklyn to Zaire (uh-huh ah yeah)

We need a ghetto Messiah (ah yeah come on)



Send me an angel in the morning, baby

Send me an angel in the morning, darling

Send me Muhammad in the morning, baby

Send me an angel in the morning, darling



[Ali Shaheed Muhammad]

Once the pen hits the pad it's danger

To this I be no stranger

Step inside the ring and I'll derange you (Come on)

I'm hearing no comments

Everyone looks dispondent

Dejected, rejected similiar to Liston

Catching lists

Beat it, sonny

My man is still the greatest in this

To hell with Frazier yappin' about that negative shit

Now listen, you can try and escape if you want to

But ask yourself, who the hell you gonna run to

Like Sade Abu you got a punch that I can sleep to

Fugees, Tribe, Busta Rhymes forever coming through



[Prazwell]

We sing Amazing Grace over two dollar plate

One roll snake eyes like Jake The Snake

Many lies put up for stakes

Wash our sins at the Great Lakes

You and I cannot see eye to eye

So therefore we cannot relate

I'm here when I make myself crystal clear

You fled to Cape Fear when I laced you in Zaire

Tussle with a lasso in the Royal Rumble

Seperate boys from men in the concrete jungle



[Busta Rhymes]

I remember when Cassius Clay flipped the script

Taking trips to Zimbabwe

Africans started calling the God Ali Bumbaye (so bwoy)

It be the God stricken, God nutrition, lightly stricken (ha)

Blow that make you feel like you was poison bitten

Ha yo I'm 'bout to blister you and your sister

Predicting every ass whipping before my fights my nigga

This be your last warning once you walk past the doorman

Ali and Foreman gonna lock ass until the morning

Marvellous finances provided by Joseph Mobutu

Special guests of honour like the Archbishop Desmond Tutu

We watched the Rumble In The Jungle

To see who be the targeted uncle to be the first to fall and fumble

Nuff blows they gettong thrown, like solid milestones

Internally shaking up niggas, imbalance your chromosones

With the force of a thousnad warriors

When I bust your ass identify me as the lord victorious



Blocks on fire (You're a star)

(Blocks on fire)

Fiends getting higher (You're a star)

Robbing blue collar (You're a star)

(Yeah rob them blue collars)

Killing for a dollar (You're a star)

Youths get tired (You're a star)

(Youths getting tired)

We're dealing with them liars (You're a star)

(We're dealing with too many liars)

From Brooklyn to Zaire (You're a star)

We need a ghetto Messiah

Вайклеф Джин

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