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Rumble In The Jungle - текст песни



Rumble In The Jungle


(feat. Busta Rhymes, John Forte, Lauryn Hill, Prazwell...)




[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 ( тексты песен на ficd.ru ) 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



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