Karaoke Rumble In The Jungle The Fugees feat. A Tribe Called Quest

Blocks on fire fiends getting higher
Robbing blue collars killing for a dollar
We need a ghetto messiah
Come on root to the fruit more bass than Bootsy Collins
You versus me that's like Ali verses Foreman
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
Hey what's the deal? is all I seen the devil spar with Allah
Mathematics was the key to set my whole race free
You might debatine me 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
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
'Cos 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
Hey you know we're here from Q-Borough
L-boogie Clef the trainers
Prazwell promote the throw
We used to bite bullets with the pig-skin casing
Now we perfect slang like a gang of street masons
Scribe check make connects true pyramid architects
Replace the last name with the 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 four hundred 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 fiends getting higher
Soul's on fire tonight
Robbing blue collars killing for a dollar
Hey yo we rob them blue collars
Stick 'em up
See youths get tired we're dealing with them liars
We're dealing with too many liars
From Brooklyn to Zaire we need a ghetto messiah
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
Once the pen hits the pad it's danger to this I be no stranger
Step inside the ring and I'll derange you
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' 'bout 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 Ali you got a punch that I can sleep to
Fugees Tribe Busta
Rhymes forever coming
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 up in Zaire
Tussle with a lasso in the royal rumble
Separate boys from men in the concrete
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
Blow that feel like you was poison bitten
Ah 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 back past the doorman
Ali and Foreman gonna lock ass until the morning
Marvellous finances just provided like Joseph Mobutu
Special guests of honour like the Archbishop Desmond Tutu
We watched the rumble in the jungle
See who be the target uncle who
To be the first to fall and fumble
Nuff blows they gettong thrown like solid milestones
Internally shaking up niggas imbalance your chromosomes
With the force of a thousand warriors
When I bust your ass identify me as the lord victorious
Blocks on fire
Still on fire right now fiends getting higher
Robbing blue collars
Robbing blue collars come on killing for a dollar
See people get tired you want deep inside we're dealing with them liars
I'm dealing with too many liars huh with you
From Brooklyn to Zaire we need a ghetto messiah come on
Blocks on fire
I'm on fire oh fiends getting higher
Robbing blue collars
I'm robbing blue collars killing for a dollar
See youths get tired we're dealing with them liars
From Brooklyn to Zaire we need a ghetto messiah