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Artist/Band: Fugees
Lyrics for Song: Zealots
Lyrics for Album: The Score [1996]



One two, I'm bout to set this up, Like this

Hip hoppers check it,

(Chorus)

Another MC lose his life tonight Lord,

I banged out you brain to Jesus Christ

Why?

Oh Lord, Father don't let him BURY me, whoa

I horn MC's like mephistophales bringin' SWORDS OF DAMOCILES

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

Abstract rap simple with a street format

Gaze into the sky and measure planets by paralac

Check out the retro great motion killed 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 your bitin' zealots, your rap's a cacophonic

If a prick predict but deep inside you wish you had a pop hit

It hurts don't it, a refugee come to your turf,

To take over the earth...



(Lauryn)

See my rhymes, are the type of fly rhymes

That can only get down with my crew

And if you try to take lines and buy grines

We'll show how the refugees do,



Behold it's my own manifold on your rhymes

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

It's against the law of physics

So weep as your sweet dreams break up like the rythmics rap rejects

My tape deck ejects projectile

Whether Jew or Gentile I rentile percentile

Many styles more powerful than gamma rays

My grandma pays like Carlos Santana plays

Black Magic Woman

So while you fumin' I'm consumin' mango juice under pularis

You just embarrassed cuz it's your last tango IN PARIS

And even after all my logic and my theory,

I ADD a muthafucker so you ignorant niggas hear me

And remember take notes, cuz I SOE MY RAP OATS

For all you bitin' zealots, here's a quote



Aye another MC lose his life tonight, oh

I banged out you brain to Jesus Christ, why,

Oh Lord, Father don't let him bury we, aye.



You can try but you can't divide the tribe,

These cats can't rap mister author i feel no vibe

The magazine said THE GIRL shoulda went solo,

The guy should stop rappin', vanish LIKE MENUDO

Took it to the heart but every actor plays his part

As long as someone was listenin' i knew it was a start

for me to get a chance grab my pen and revamp

Do a CAMEO while everyone do the dance (do the dance)

Quit now cuz you're runnin' out of luck-a

Playin' mister big I'm gonna get you sucka

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

your assassination and hit you like the dutchman..



I compress sound sets my rap DBX

Then drop vocals on my four five six amtax

Bring terror to the shop of horrors

As she cry mi amour the Phantom dies in the opera

And to the youngin's who carry gadgets,

and kill six days a week and rest on the Sabbath

(hold up hold up) violence ain't necessary

Unless you provoke me then get buried like the great Mussolini

And for you bitin' zealots, your rap stars are relics

No matter who you damage, you still a forced PROFIT.



(Chorus)


Album Lyrics: The Score [1996]


Fugees
"The Score [1996]"


1. Red Intro
2. Zealots
3. The Beast
4. Family Business
5. The Mask
6. Manifest
7. Mista Mista