Pras - Rumble In The Jungle lyrics

[Verse 1: Wyclef Jean] (Come on) Root to the fruit More ba** than Bootsy Collins You versus 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 [Verse 2: John Forté] Now what's the deal star? 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 Civilized like the Molly Burgundy, wildy rocking Seen the fifth when Ali clocked him John Forte he'll keep you locked in [Verse 3: Q-Tip] People all around You got to recognize 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 fight night Well throw the R after the F cause I'ma take away your breath The bell rings and now it's just a daily operation Yo, you soft like lubrication You can see this occupation (The winner) And you know we hail from Q-Borough L-Boogs and Clef the trainers, Prazwell promotes the thorough [Verse 4: Lauryn Hill] We used to bite the bullets with the pig-skin casing Now we perfect slang like a gang of street masons (uh) Scribe checks, 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, change the picture Watch Muhammad play the messenger like Holy m**m scriptures Take orders from only God Only war when it's Jihad See Ali appears in Zaire to reconnect 400 years So we the people, dark but equal, give love to such things To the man who made the fam' remember when we were kings [Hook: Lauryn Hill] Blocks on fire (Block's on fire tonight) Fiends getting higher (uh-huh) Robbing blue collar (Hey yo we rob them blue collars) k**ing for a dollar (Stick 'em up) See youths get tired (Ali ah yeah) 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) [Chorus: Lauryn Hill] 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 [Verse 5: Phife Dawg] Once the pen hits the pad it's danger To this I be no stranger Step inside the ring and I'll derange ya' (Come on) I'm hearing no comments, everyone looks despondent Dejected, rejected similar to Liston Catching licks Beat it, Sonny My man is still the greatest in this To hell with Frazier, yapping' about that negative sh** Now listen, you can try and escape if you want to But ask yourself, who the hell you gonna' run to? Like Sade Adu, you got a punch that I can sleep to Fugees, Tribe, Busta Rhymes forever coming through [Verse 6: Pras] We sing Amazing Grace over two dollar plates 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 can't relate I'm here, when I make myself crystal clear You fled to Cape Fear when I laced you up in Zaire Tussle with a la**o in the Royal Rumble Separate boys from men in the concrete jungle [Verse 7: Busta Rhymes] I remember when Ca**ius Clay flipped the script Taking trips to Zimbabwe Africans started calling the God, Ali Bumbaye (so bwoy) So bright, it be the God stricken God nutrition, lightly stricken (ha) Blows that feel like you was poison bitten Ha, yo, I'm 'bout to blister you and your sister Predicting every a** whipping before my fights my n***a This be your last warning once you walk right past the doorman Ali and Foreman gonna' lock a** until the morning Marvel 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 getting thrown, like solid milestones Internally shaking up n***as, imbalance your chromosones With the force of a thousand warriors When I bust your a**, identify me as the lord victorious [Hook: Lauryn Hill] Blocks on fire (You're a star) (Blocks on fire) Dudes getting higher (You're a star) Robbing blue collar (You're a star) (Yeah rob them blue collars) k**ing for a dollar (You're a star) See people get tired (You're a star) (Youths getting tired) Of 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