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The Fugees – Ready or Not – 1996

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    Ready or not, here I come, you can’t hide
    Gonna find you and take it slowly
    Ready or not, here I come, you can’t hide
    Gonna find you and make you want me

    Now that I escape, sleepwalker awake
    Those who could relate know the world ain’t cake
    Jail bars ain’t golden gates
    Those who fake, they break
    When they meet their 400-pound mate
    If I could rule the world
    Everyone would have a gun in the ghetto of course
    When giddyuping on their horse
    I kick a rhyme drinking moonshine
    I pour a sip on the concrete, for the deceased
    But no don’t weep, Wyclef’s in a state of sleep
    Thinking bout the robbery that I did last week
    Money in the bag, banker looked like a drag
    I want to play with pelicans from here to Baghdad
    Gun blast, think fast, I think I’m hit
    My girl pinched my hips to see if I still exist
    I think not, I’ll send a letter to my friends
    A Born Again hooligan only to be king again

    Ready or not, here I come, you can’t hide
    Gonna find you and take it slowly
    Ready or not, here I come, you can’t hide
    Gonna find you and make you want me

    I play my enemies like a game of chess, where I rest
    No stress, if you don’t smoke sess, lest
    I must confess, my destiny’s manifest
    In some Goretex and sweats I make treks like I’m homeless
    Rap orgies with Porgy and Bess
    Capture your bounty like Elliot Ness, yes
    Bless you if you represent the Fu
    But I’ll hex you with some witch’s brew
    If you’re doo-doo, voodoo
    I can do what you do, easy, believe me
    Fronting niggas give me hee-bee-gee-bees
    So while you’re imitating Al Capone, I’ll be Nina Simone
    And defecating on your microphone

    Ready or not, here I come, you can’t hide
    Gonna find you and take it slowlyYou can’t run away
    From these styles I got, oh baby, hey baby
    Cause I got a lot, oh yeah
    And anywhere you go
    My whole crew’s gonna know baby, hey baby
    You can’t hide from the block, oh no

    Ready or not, refugees taking over
    The Buffalo Soldier, dreadlock Rasta
    On the twelfth hour, fly by in my bomber
    Crews run for cover, now they’re under pushing up flowers
    Superfly true lies, do or die
    Toss me high ? only puff la
    With my crew from lock high
    I refugee from Guantanamo Bay
    Dance around the border like I’m Cassius Clay