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him\nJohn Forte will keep you locked in\n\nPeople all around\nYou got to recognise and witness\nThe Mister who swift enough to knock you out with Mic fitness\nHands blistered from holding the mics tight\nSome say it's fright night\nWell throw the R after the F Cause I'm gonna take away your breath\nThe bell rings and now it's just a daily operation\nYo, you saw my lubrication\nYou can see this occupation (The winner)\nEh, you know we're from Q-Borough\nL-Booie and Clef the trainers, Prazwell promote the throw\n\nWe used to bite bullets with the pig-skin casing\nNow we perfect slang like a gang of street masons (uh)\nScribe check make connects\nTrue pyramid architects (yeah)\nReplace the last name with the X (X)\nThe man's got a God complex\nBut take the text and change the picture\nWatch Muhammad play the messenger like Holy Muslim scriptures\nTake orders from only God\nOnly war when it's Jihad\nSee Ali appears in Zaire to reconnect 400 years\nBut we the people dark but equal give love to such things\nTo the man who made the fam' remember when we were kings\n\nBlocks on fire (Block's on fire tonight)\nFiends getting higher (uh-huh)\nRobbing blue collar\n(Hey yo we rob them blue collars)\nKilling for a dollar (Stick 'em up)\nYouths get tired (Ali ah yeah)\nWe're dealing with them liars (Ali ah yeah)\n(We're dealing with too many liars)\nFrom Brooklyn to Zaire (uh-huh ah yeah)\nWe need a ghetto Messiah (ah yeah come on)\n\nSend me an angel in the morning, baby\nSend me an angel in the morning, darling\nSend me Muhammad in the morning, baby\nSend me an angel in the morning, darling\n\nOnce the pen hits the pad it's danger\nTo this I be no stranger\nStep inside the ring and I'll derange you (Come on)\nI'm hearing no comments\nEveryone looks dispondent\nDejected, rejected similiar to Liston\nCatching lists\nBeat it, sonny\nMy man is still the greatest in this\nTo hell with Frazier yappin' about that negative shit\nNow listen, you can try and escape if you want to\nBut ask yourself, who the hell you gonna run to\nLike Sade Abu you got a punch that I can sleep to\nFugees, Tribe, Busta Rhymes forever coming through\n\nWe sing Amazing Grace over two dollar plate\nOne roll snake eyes like Jake The Snake\nMany lies put up for stakes\nWash our sins at the Great Lakes\nYou and I cannot see eye to eye\nSo therefore we cannot relate\nI'm here when I make myself crystal clear\nYou fled to Cape Fear when I laced you in Zaire\nTussle with a lasso in the Royal Rumble\nSeperate boys from men in the concrete jungle\n\nI remember when Cassius Clay flipped the script\nTaking trips to Zimbabwe\nAfricans started calling the God Ali Bumbaye (so bwoy)\nIt be the God stricken, God nutrition, lightly stricken (ha)\nBlow that make you feel like you was poison bitten\nHa yo I'm 'bout to blister you and your sister\nPredicting every ass whipping before my fights my nigga\nThis be your last warning once you walk past the doorman\nAli and Foreman gonna lock ass until the 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swift enough to knock you out with Mic fitness\n  Hands blistered from holding the mics tight\n  Some say it's fright night\n  Well throw the R after the F Cause I'm gonna take away your breath\n  The bell rings and now it's just a daily operation\n  Yo, you saw my lubrication\n  You can see this occupation (The winner)\n  Eh, you know we're from Q-Borough\n  L-Booie and Clef the trainers, Prazwell promote the throw\n\n  We used to bite bullets with the pig-skin casing\n  Now we perfect slang like a gang of street masons (uh)\n  Scribe check make connects\n  True pyramid architects (yeah)\n  Replace the last name with the X (X)\n  The man's got a God complex\n  But take the text and change the picture\n  Watch Muhammad play the messenger like Holy Muslim scriptures\n  Take orders from only God\n  Only war when it's Jihad\n  See Ali appears in Zaire to reconnect 400 years\n  But we the people dark but equal give love to such things\n  To the man who made the fam' remember when we were kings\n\n  Blocks on fire (Block's on fire tonight)\n  Fiends getting higher (uh-huh)\n  Robbing blue collar\n  (Hey yo we rob them blue collars)\n  Killing for a dollar (Stick 'em up)\n  Youths get tired (Ali ah yeah)\n  We're dealing with them liars (Ali ah yeah)\n  (We're dealing with too many liars)\n  From Brooklyn to Zaire (uh-huh ah yeah)\n  We need a ghetto Messiah (ah yeah come on)\n\n  Send me an angel in the morning, baby\n  Send me an angel in the morning, darling\n  Send me Muhammad in the morning, baby\n  Send me an angel in the morning, darling\n\n  Once the pen hits the pad it's danger\n  To this I be no stranger\n  Step inside the ring and I'll derange you (Come on)\n  I'm hearing no comments\n  Everyone looks dispondent\n  Dejected, rejected similiar to Liston\n  Catching lists\n  Beat it, sonny\n  My man is still the greatest in this\n  To hell with Frazier yappin' about that negative shit\n  Now listen, you can try and escape if you want to\n  But ask yourself, who the hell you gonna run to\n  Like Sade Abu you got a punch that I can sleep to\n  Fugees, Tribe, Busta Rhymes forever coming through\n\n  We sing Amazing Grace over two dollar plate\n  One roll snake eyes like Jake The Snake\n  Many lies put up for stakes\n  Wash our sins at the Great Lakes\n  You and I cannot see eye to eye\n  So therefore we cannot relate\n  I'm here when I make myself crystal clear\n  You fled to Cape Fear when I laced you in Zaire\n  Tussle with a lasso in the Royal Rumble\n  Seperate boys from men in the concrete jungle\n\n  I remember when Cassius Clay flipped the script\n  Taking trips to Zimbabwe\n  Africans started calling the God Ali Bumbaye (so bwoy)\n  It be the God stricken, God nutrition, lightly stricken (ha)\n  Blow that make you feel like you was poison bitten\n  Ha yo I'm 'bout to blister you and your sister\n  Predicting every ass whipping before my fights my nigga\n  This be your last warning once you walk past the doorman\n  Ali and Foreman gonna 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witness\nThe Mister who swift enough to knock you out with Mic fitness\nHands blistered from holding the mics tight\nSome say it's fright night\nWell throw the R after the F Cause I'm gonna take away your breath\nThe bell rings and now it's just a daily operation\nYo, you saw my lubrication\nYou can see this occupation (The winner)\nEh, you know we're from Q-Borough\nL-Booie and Clef the trainers, Prazwell promote the throw\n\nWe used to bite bullets with the pig-skin casing\nNow we perfect slang like a gang of street masons (uh)\nScribe check make connects\nTrue pyramid architects (yeah)\nReplace the last name with the X (X)\nThe man's got a God complex\nBut take the text and change the picture\nWatch Muhammad play the messenger like Holy Muslim scriptures\nTake orders from only God\nOnly war when it's Jihad\nSee Ali appears in Zaire to reconnect 400 years\nBut we the people dark but equal give love to such things\nTo the man who made the fam' remember when we were kings\n\nBlocks on fire (Block's on fire tonight)\nFiends getting higher (uh-huh)\nRobbing blue collar\n(Hey yo we rob them blue collars)\nKilling for a dollar (Stick 'em up)\nYouths get tired (Ali ah yeah)\nWe're dealing with them liars (Ali ah yeah)\n(We're dealing with too many liars)\nFrom Brooklyn to Zaire (uh-huh ah yeah)\nWe need a ghetto Messiah (ah yeah come on)\n\nSend me an angel in the morning, baby\nSend me an angel in the morning, darling\nSend me Muhammad in the morning, baby\nSend me an angel in the morning, darling\n\nOnce the pen hits the pad it's danger\nTo this I be no stranger\nStep inside the ring and I'll derange you (Come on)\nI'm hearing no comments\nEveryone looks dispondent\nDejected, rejected similiar to Liston\nCatching lists\nBeat it, sonny\nMy man is still the greatest in this\nTo hell with Frazier yappin' about that negative shit\nNow listen, you can try and escape if you want to\nBut ask yourself, who the hell you gonna run to\nLike Sade Abu you got a punch that I can 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Archhop Desmond Tutu\nWe watched the Rumble In The Jungle\nTo see who be the targeted uncle to be the first to fall and fumble\nNuff blows they gettong thrown, like solid milestones\nInternally shaking up niggas, imbalance your chromosones\nWith the force of a thousnad warriors\nWhen I bust your ass identify me as the lord victorious\n\nBlocks on fire (You're a star)\n(Blocks on fire)\nFiends getting higher (You're a star)\nRobbing blue collar (You're a star)\n(Yeah rob them blue collars)\nKilling for a dollar (You're a star)\nYouths get tired (You're a star)\n(Youths getting tired)\nWe're dealing with them liars (You're a star)\n(We're dealing with too many liars)\nFrom Brooklyn to Zaire (You're a star)\nWe need a ghetto Messiah","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Rumble In The Jungle (Edit)\n  artist: Fugees\n  album: Rumble In The Jungle\n  duration_ms: 259000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (Come on)\n  Root to the fruit\n  More bass than Bootsy Collins\n  You s me\n  Thats like Ali s Foreman (a-ha)\n  God's act, stand back and watch\n  Devil's time out\n  Can't be timed with no swatch watch\n  Who I am, the black Abraham\n  Zunga zunga zang, yellow man, Vietnam\n  Add an extra bar as I spar with literature\n  Taking kingdoms from tsars\n  Winning more wars than the Moors\n\n  Hey, what's the deal?\n  I seen the Devil spar with Allah\n  Mathematics was the key to set my whole race free\n  You might debate we, a refugee\n  No harm hurt me\n  Dying, thirsty from the struggle\n  To my own hustle bubble\n  On the low, woe is me\n  To show the Free Bob right\n  The righteous Asiatic thinker\n  While Satan rob light\n  Civilised like the Molly\n  Burgundy, wildy rocking\n  Seen the fifth when Ali clocked him\n  John Forte will keep you locked in\n\n  People all around\n  You got to recognise and witness\n  The Mister who swift enough to knock you out with Mic fitness\n  Hands blistered from holding the mics tight\n  Some say it's fright night\n  Well throw the R after the F Cause I'm gonna take away your breath\n  The bell rings and now it's just a daily operation\n  Yo, you saw my lubrication\n  You can see this occupation (The winner)\n  Eh, you know we're from Q-Borough\n  L-Booie and Clef the trainers, Prazwell promote the throw\n\n  We used to bite bullets with the pig-skin casing\n  Now we perfect slang like a gang of street masons (uh)\n  Scribe check make connects\n  True pyramid architects (yeah)\n  Replace the last name with the X (X)\n  The man's got a God complex\n  But take the text and change the picture\n  Watch Muhammad play the messenger like Holy Muslim scriptures\n  Take orders from only God\n  Only war when it's Jihad\n  See Ali appears in Zaire to reconnect 400 years\n  But we the people dark but equal give love to such things\n  To the man who made the fam' remember when we were kings\n\n  Blocks on fire (Block's on fire tonight)\n  Fiends getting higher (uh-huh)\n  Robbing blue collar\n  (Hey yo we rob them blue collars)\n  Killing for a dollar (Stick 'em up)\n  Youths get tired (Ali ah yeah)\n  We're dealing with them liars (Ali ah yeah)\n  (We're dealing with too many liars)\n  From Brooklyn to Zaire (uh-huh ah yeah)\n  We need a ghetto Messiah (ah yeah come on)\n\n  Send me an angel in the morning, baby\n  Send me an angel in the morning, darling\n  Send me Muhammad in the morning, baby\n  Send me an angel in the morning, darling\n\n  Once the pen hits the pad it's danger\n  To this I be no stranger\n  Step inside the ring and I'll derange you (Come on)\n  I'm hearing no comments\n  Everyone looks dispondent\n  Dejected, rejected similiar to Liston\n  Catching lists\n  Beat it, sonny\n  My man is still the greatest in this\n  To hell with Frazier yappin' about that negative shit\n  Now listen, you can try and escape if you want to\n  But ask yourself, who the hell you gonna run to\n  Like Sade Abu you got a punch that I can sleep to\n  Fugees, Tribe, Busta Rhymes forever coming through\n\n  We sing Amazing Grace over two dollar plate\n  One roll snake eyes like Jake The Snake\n  Many lies put up for stakes\n  Wash our sins at the Great Lakes\n  You and I cannot see eye to eye\n  So therefore we cannot relate\n  I'm here when I make myself crystal clear\n  You fled to Cape Fear when I laced you in Zaire\n  Tussle with a lasso in the Royal Rumble\n  Seperate boys from men in the concrete jungle\n\n  I remember when Cassius Clay flipped the script\n  Taking trips to Zimbabwe\n  Africans started calling the God Ali Bumbaye (so bwoy)\n  It be the God stricken, God nutrition, lightly stricken (ha)\n  Blow that make you feel like you was poison bitten\n  Ha yo I'm 'bout to blister you and your sister\n  Predicting every ass whipping before my fights my nigga\n  This be your last warning once you walk past the doorman\n  Ali and Foreman gonna lock ass until the morning\n  Marvellous finances provided by Joseph Mobutu\n  Special guests of honour like the Archhop Desmond Tutu\n  We watched the Rumble In The Jungle\n  To see who be the targeted uncle to be the first to fall and fumble\n  Nuff blows they gettong thrown, like solid milestones\n  Internally shaking up niggas, imbalance your chromosones\n  With the force of a thousnad warriors\n  When I bust your ass identify me as the lord victorious\n\n  Blocks on fire (You're a star)\n  (Blocks on fire)\n  Fiends getting higher (You're a star)\n  Robbing blue collar (You're a star)\n  (Yeah rob them blue collars)\n  Killing for a dollar (You're a star)\n  Youths get tired (You're a star)\n  (Youths getting tired)\n  We're dealing with them liars (You're a star)\n  (We're dealing with too many liars)\n  From Brooklyn to Zaire (You're a star)\n  We need a ghetto Messiah\n"},{"id":30451832,"name":"Rumble in the Jungle (full length)","trackName":"Rumble in the Jungle (full length)","artistName":"Fugees","albumName":"Rumble in the 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Mic fitness\nHands blistered from holding the mics tight\nSome say it's fright night\nWell throw the R after the F Cause I'm gonna take away your breath\nThe bell rings and now it's just a daily operation\nYo, you saw my lubrication\nYou can see this occupation (The winner)\nEh, you know we're from Q-Borough\nL-Booie and Clef the trainers, Prazwell promote the throw\n\nWe used to bite bullets with the pig-skin casing\nNow we perfect slang like a gang of street masons (uh)\nScribe check make connects\nTrue pyramid architects (yeah)\nReplace the last name with the X (X)\nThe man's got a God complex\nBut take the text and change the picture\nWatch Muhammad play the messenger like Holy Muslim scriptures\nTake orders from only God\nOnly war when it's Jihad\nSee Ali appears in Zaire to reconnect 400 years\nBut we the people dark but equal give love to such things\nTo the man who made the fam' remember when we were kings\n\nBlocks on fire (Block's on fire tonight)\nFiends getting higher (uh-huh)\nRobbing blue collar\n(Hey yo we rob them blue collars)\nKilling for a dollar (Stick 'em up)\nYouths get tired (Ali ah yeah)\nWe're dealing with them liars (Ali ah yeah)\n(We're dealing with too many liars)\nFrom Brooklyn to Zaire (uh-huh ah yeah)\nWe need a ghetto Messiah (ah yeah come on)\n\nSend me an angel in the morning, baby\nSend me an angel in the morning, darling\nSend me Muhammad in the morning, baby\nSend me an angel in the morning, darling\n\nOnce the pen hits the pad it's danger\nTo this I be no stranger\nStep inside the ring and I'll derange you (Come on)\nI'm hearing no comments\nEveryone looks dispondent\nDejected, rejected similiar to Liston\nCatching lists\nBeat it, sonny\nMy man is still the greatest in this\nTo hell with Frazier yappin' about that negative shit\nNow listen, you can try and escape if you want to\nBut ask yourself, who the hell you gonna run to\nLike Sade Abu you got a punch that I can sleep to\nFugees, Tribe, Busta Rhymes forever coming through\n\nWe sing Amazing Grace over two dollar plate\nOne roll snake eyes like Jake The Snake\nMany lies put up for stakes\nWash our sins at the Great Lakes\nYou and I cannot see eye to eye\nSo therefore we cannot relate\nI'm here when I make myself crystal clear\nYou fled to Cape Fear when I laced you in Zaire\nTussle with a lasso in the Royal Rumble\nSeperate boys from men in the concrete jungle\n\nI remember when Cassius Clay flipped the script\nTaking trips to Zimbabwe\nAfricans started calling the God Ali Bumbaye (so bwoy)\nIt be the God stricken, God nutrition, lightly stricken (ha)\nBlow that make you feel like you was poison bitten\nHa yo I'm 'bout to blister you and your sister\nPredicting every ass whipping before my fights my nigga\nThis be your last warning once you walk past the doorman\nAli and Foreman gonna lock ass until the morning\nMarvellous finances provided by Joseph Mobutu\nSpecial guests of honour like the Archhop Desmond Tutu\nWe watched the Rumble In The Jungle\nTo see who be the targeted uncle to be the first to fall and fumble\nNuff blows they gettong thrown, like solid milestones\nInternally shaking up niggas, imbalance your chromosones\nWith the force of a thousnad warriors\nWhen I bust your ass identify me as the lord victorious\n\nBlocks on fire (You're a star)\n(Blocks on fire)\nFiends getting higher (You're a star)\nRobbing blue collar (You're a star)\n(Yeah rob them blue collars)\nKilling for a dollar (You're a star)\nYouths get tired (You're a star)\n(Youths getting tired)\nWe're dealing with them liars (You're a star)\n(We're dealing with too many liars)\nFrom Brooklyn to Zaire (You're a star)\nWe need a ghetto Messiah","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Rumble in the Jungle (full length)\n  artist: Fugees\n  album: Rumble in the Jungle\n  duration_ms: 292000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (Come on)\n  Root to the fruit\n  More bass than Bootsy Collins\n  You s me\n  Thats 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We need a ghetto Messiah (ah yeah come on)\n\n  Send me an angel in the morning, baby\n  Send me an angel in the morning, darling\n  Send me Muhammad in the morning, baby\n  Send me an angel in the morning, darling\n\n  Once the pen hits the pad it's danger\n  To this I be no stranger\n  Step inside the ring and I'll derange you (Come on)\n  I'm hearing no comments\n  Everyone looks dispondent\n  Dejected, rejected similiar to Liston\n  Catching lists\n  Beat it, sonny\n  My man is still the greatest in this\n  To hell with Frazier yappin' about that negative shit\n  Now listen, you can try and escape if you want to\n  But ask yourself, who the hell you gonna run to\n  Like Sade Abu you got a punch that I can sleep to\n  Fugees, Tribe, Busta Rhymes forever coming through\n\n  We sing Amazing Grace over two dollar plate\n  One roll snake eyes like Jake The Snake\n  Many lies put up for stakes\n  Wash our sins at the Great Lakes\n  You and I cannot see eye to eye\n  So therefore we 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bullets with the pig-skin casing\n  Now we perfect slang like a gang of street masons (uh)\n  Scribe check make connects\n  True pyramid architects (yeah)\n  Replace the last name with the X (X)\n  The man's got a God complex\n  But take the text and change the picture\n  Watch Muhammad play the messenger like Holy Muslim scriptures\n  Take orders from only God\n  Only war when it's Jihad\n  See Ali appears in Zaire to reconnect 400 years\n  But we the people dark but equal give love to such things\n  To the man who made the fam' remember when we were kings\n\n  Blocks on fire (Block's on fire tonight)\n  Fiends getting higher (uh-huh)\n  Robbing blue collar\n  (Hey yo we rob them blue collars)\n  Killing for a dollar (Stick 'em up)\n  Youths get tired (Ali ah yeah)\n  We're dealing with them liars (Ali ah yeah)\n  (We're dealing with too many liars)\n  From Brooklyn to Zaire (uh-huh ah yeah)\n  We need a ghetto Messiah (ah yeah come on)\n\n  Send me an angel in the morning, baby\n  Send me an angel in the morning, darling\n  Send me Muhammad in the morning, baby\n  Send me an angel in the morning, darling\n\n  Once the pen hits the pad it's danger\n  To this I be no stranger\n  Step inside the ring and I'll derange you (Come on)\n  I'm hearing no comments\n  Everyone looks dispondent\n  Dejected, rejected similiar to Liston\n  Catching lists\n  Beat it, sonny\n  My man is still the greatest in this\n  To hell with Frazier yappin' about that negative shit\n  Now listen, you can try and escape if you want to\n  But ask yourself, who the hell you gonna run to\n  Like Sade Abu you got a punch that I can sleep to\n  Fugees, Tribe, Busta Rhymes forever coming through\n\n  We sing Amazing Grace over two dollar plate\n  One roll snake eyes like Jake The Snake\n  Many lies put up for stakes\n  Wash our sins at the Great Lakes\n  You and I cannot see eye to eye\n  So therefore we cannot relate\n  I'm here when I make myself crystal clear\n  You fled to Cape Fear when I 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Send me an angel in the morning, darling\n\n  Once the pen hits the pad it's danger\n  To this I be no stranger\n  Step inside the ring and I'll derange you (Come on)\n  I'm hearing no comments\n  Everyone looks dispondent\n  Dejected, rejected similiar to Liston\n  Catching lists\n  Beat it, sonny\n  My man is still the greatest in this\n  To hell with Frazier yappin' about that negative shit\n  Now listen, you can try and escape if you want to\n  But ask yourself, who the hell you gonna run to\n  Like Sade Abu you got a punch that I can sleep to\n  Fugees, Tribe, Busta Rhymes forever coming through\n\n  We sing Amazing Grace over two dollar plate\n  One roll snake eyes like Jake The Snake\n  Many lies put up for stakes\n  Wash our sins at the Great Lakes\n  You and I cannot see eye to eye\n  So therefore we cannot relate\n  I'm here when I make myself crystal clear\n  You fled to Cape Fear when I laced you in Zaire\n  Tussle with a lasso in the Royal Rumble\n  Seperate boys from men 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No harm hurt me\n  Dying, thirsty from the struggle\n  To my own hustle bubble\n  On the low, woe is me\n  To show the Free Bob right\n  The righteous Asiatic thinker\n  While Satan rob light\n  Civilised like the Molly\n  Burgundy, wildy rocking\n  Seen the fifth when Ali clocked him\n  John Forte will keep you locked in\n\n  People all around\n  You got to recognise and witness\n  The Mister who swift enough to knock you out with Mic fitness\n  Hands blistered from holding the mics tight\n  Some say it's fright night\n  Well throw the R after the F Cause I'm gonna take away your breath\n  The bell rings and now it's just a daily operation\n  Yo, you saw my lubrication\n  You can see this occupation (The winner)\n  Eh, you know we're from Q-Borough\n  L-Booie and Clef the trainers, Prazwell promote the throw\n\n  We used to bite bullets with the pig-skin casing\n  Now we perfect slang like a gang of street masons (uh)\n  Scribe check make connects\n  True pyramid architects (yeah)\n  Replace the last name with the X (X)\n  The man's got a God complex\n  But take the text and change the picture\n  Watch Muhammad play the messenger like Holy Muslim scriptures\n  Take orders from only God\n  Only war when it's Jihad\n  See Ali appears in Zaire to reconnect 400 years\n  But we the people dark but equal give love to such things\n  To the man who made the fam' remember when we were kings\n\n  Blocks on fire (Block's on fire tonight)\n  Fiends getting higher (uh-huh)\n  Robbing blue collar\n  (Hey yo we rob them blue collars)\n  Killing for a dollar (Stick 'em up)\n  Youths get tired (Ali ah yeah)\n  We're dealing with them liars (Ali ah yeah)\n  (We're dealing with too many liars)\n  From Brooklyn to Zaire (uh-huh ah yeah)\n  We need a ghetto Messiah (ah yeah come on)\n\n  Send me an angel in the morning, baby\n  Send me an angel in the morning, darling\n  Send me Muhammad in the morning, baby\n  Send me an angel in the morning, darling\n\n  Once the pen hits the pad 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harm hurt me\nDying, thirsty from the struggle\nTo my own hustle bubble\nOn the low, woe is me\nTo show the Free Bob right\nThe righteous Asiatic thinker\nWhile Satan rob light\nCivilised like the Molly\nBurgundy, wildy rocking\nSeen the fifth when Ali clocked him\nJohn Forte will keep you locked in\n\nPeople all around\nYou got to recognise and witness\nThe Mister who swift enough to knock you out with Mic fitness\nHands blistered from holding the mics tight\nSome say it's fright night\nWell throw the R after the F Cause I'm gonna take away your breath\nThe bell rings and now it's just a daily operation\nYo, you saw my lubrication\nYou can see this occupation (The winner)\nEh, you know we're from Q-Borough\nL-Booie and Clef the trainers, Prazwell promote the throw\n\nWe used to bite bullets with the pig-skin casing\nNow we perfect slang like a gang of street masons (uh)\nScribe check make connects\nTrue pyramid architects (yeah)\nReplace the last name with the X (X)\nThe man's got a 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Everyone looks dispondent\n  Dejected, rejected similiar to Liston\n  Catching lists\n  Beat it, sonny\n  My man is still the greatest in this\n  To hell with Frazier yappin' about that negative shit\n  Now listen, you can try and escape if you want to\n  But ask yourself, who the hell you gonna run to\n  Like Sade Abu you got a punch that I can sleep to\n  Fugees, Tribe, Busta Rhymes forever coming through\n\n  We sing Amazing Grace over two dollar plate\n  One roll snake eyes like Jake The Snake\n  Many lies put up for stakes\n  Wash our sins at the Great Lakes\n  You and I cannot see eye to eye\n  So therefore we cannot relate\n  I'm here when I make myself crystal clear\n  You fled to Cape Fear when I laced you in Zaire\n  Tussle with a lasso in the Royal Rumble\n  Seperate boys from men in the concrete jungle\n\n  I remember when Cassius Clay flipped the script\n  Taking trips to Zimbabwe\n  Africans started calling the God Ali Bumbaye (so bwoy)\n  It be the God stricken, God 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Muhammad play the messenger like Holy Muslim scriptures\nTake orders from only God\nOnly war when it's Jihad\nSee Ali appears in Zaire to reconnect 400 years\nBut we the people dark but equal give love to such things\nTo the man who made the fam' remember when we were kings\n\nBlocks on fire (Block's on fire tonight)\nFiends getting higher (uh-huh)\nRobbing blue collar\n(Hey yo we rob them blue collars)\nKilling for a dollar (Stick 'em up)\nYouths get tired (Ali ah yeah)\nWe're dealing with them liars (Ali ah yeah)\n(We're dealing with too many liars)\nFrom Brooklyn to Zaire (uh-huh ah yeah)\nWe need a ghetto Messiah (ah yeah come on)\n\nSend me an angel in the morning, baby\nSend me an angel in the morning, darling\nSend me Muhammad in the morning, baby\nSend me an angel in the morning, darling\n\nOnce the pen hits the pad it's danger\nTo this I be no stranger\nStep inside the ring and I'll derange you (Come on)\nI'm hearing no comments\nEveryone looks dispondent\nDejected, rejected 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People all around\n  You got to recognise and witness\n  The Mister who swift enough to knock you out with Mic fitness\n  Hands blistered from holding the mics tight\n  Some say it's fright night\n  Well throw the R after the F Cause I'm gonna take away your breath\n  The bell rings and now it's just a daily operation\n  Yo, you saw my lubrication\n  You can see this occupation (The winner)\n  Eh, you know we're from Q-Borough\n  L-Booie and Clef the trainers, Prazwell promote the throw\n\n  We used to bite bullets with the pig-skin casing\n  Now we perfect slang like a gang of street masons (uh)\n  Scribe check make connects\n  True pyramid architects (yeah)\n  Replace the last name with the X (X)\n  The man's got a God complex\n  But take the text and change the picture\n  Watch Muhammad play the messenger like Holy Muslim scriptures\n  Take orders from only God\n  Only war when it's Jihad\n  See Ali appears in Zaire to reconnect 400 years\n  But we the people dark but equal give 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Now listen, you can try and escape if you want to\n  But ask yourself, who the hell you gonna run to\n  Like Sade Abu you got a punch that I can sleep to\n  Fugees, Tribe, Busta Rhymes forever coming through\n\n  We sing Amazing Grace over two dollar plate\n  One roll snake eyes like Jake The Snake\n  Many lies put up for stakes\n  Wash our sins at the Great Lakes\n  You and I cannot see eye to eye\n  So therefore we cannot relate\n  I'm here when I make myself crystal clear\n  You fled to Cape Fear when I laced you in Zaire\n  Tussle with a lasso in the Royal Rumble\n  Seperate boys from men in the concrete jungle\n\n  I remember when Cassius Clay flipped the script\n  Taking trips to Zimbabwe\n  Africans started calling the God Ali Bumbaye (so bwoy)\n  It be the God stricken, God nutrition, lightly stricken (ha)\n  Blow that make you feel like you was poison bitten\n  Ha yo I'm 'bout to blister you and your sister\n  Predicting every ass whipping before my fights my nigga\n  This be 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Mister who swift enough to knock you out with Mic fitness\n  Hands blistered from holding the mics tight\n  Some say it's fright night\n  Well throw the R after the F Cause I'm gonna take away your breath\n  The bell rings and now it's just a daily operation\n  Yo, you saw my lubrication\n  You can see this occupation (The winner)\n  Eh, you know we're from Q-Borough\n  L-Booie and Clef the trainers, Prazwell promote the throw\n\n  We used to bite bullets with the pig-skin casing\n  Now we perfect slang like a gang of street masons (uh)\n  Scribe check make connects\n  True pyramid architects (yeah)\n  Replace the last name with the X (X)\n  The man's got a God complex\n  But take the text and change the picture\n  Watch Muhammad play the messenger like Holy Muslim scriptures\n  Take orders from only God\n  Only war when it's Jihad\n  See Ali appears in Zaire to reconnect 400 years\n  But we the people dark but equal give love to such things\n  To the man who made the fam' remember 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out with Mic fitness\n  Hands blistered from holding the mics tight\n  Some say it's fright night\n  Well throw the R after the F Cause I'm gonna take away your breath\n  The bell rings and now it's just a daily operation\n  Yo, you saw my lubrication\n  You can see this occupation (The winner)\n  Eh, you know we're from Q-Borough\n  L-Booie and Clef the trainers, Prazwell promote the throw\n\n  We used to bite bullets with the pig-skin casing\n  Now we perfect slang like a gang of street masons (uh)\n  Scribe check make connects\n  True pyramid architects (yeah)\n  Replace the last name with the X (X)\n  The man's got a God complex\n  But take the text and change the picture\n  Watch Muhammad play the messenger like Holy Muslim scriptures\n  Take orders from only God\n  Only war when it's Jihad\n  See Ali appears in Zaire to reconnect 400 years\n  But we the people dark but equal give love to such things\n  To the man who made the fam' remember when we were kings\n\n  Blocks on fire 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287360\n  end_ms: 288720\n- text: From Brooklyn to Zaire (You're a star)\n  start_ms: 288720\n  end_ms: 291210\n- text: We need a ghetto Messiah\n  start_ms: 291210\n  end_ms: 294850\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 294850\nplain: |-\n  (Come on)\n  Root to the fruit\n  More bass than Bootsy Collins\n  You s me\n  Thats like Ali s Foreman (a-ha)\n  God's act, stand back and watch\n  Devil's time out\n  Can't be timed with no swatch watch\n  Who I am, the black Abraham\n  Zunga zunga zang, yellow man, Vietnam\n  Add an extra bar as I spar with literature\n  Taking kingdoms from tsars\n  Winning more wars than the Moors\n\n  Hey, what's the deal?\n  I seen the Devil spar with Allah\n  Mathematics was the key to set my whole race free\n  You might debate we, a refugee\n  No harm hurt me\n  Dying, thirsty from the struggle\n  To my own hustle bubble\n  On the low, woe is me\n  To show the Free Bob right\n  The righteous Asiatic thinker\n  While Satan rob light\n  Civilised like the Molly\n  Burgundy, wildy rocking\n  Seen the fifth when Ali clocked him\n  John Forte will keep you locked in\n\n  People all around\n  You got to recognise and witness\n  The Mister who swift enough to knock you out with Mic fitness\n  Hands blistered from holding the mics tight\n  Some say it's fright night\n  Well throw the R after the F Cause I'm gonna take away your breath\n  The bell rings and now it's just a daily operation\n  Yo, you saw my lubrication\n  You can see this occupation (The winner)\n  Eh, you know we're from Q-Borough\n  L-Booie and Clef the trainers, Prazwell promote the throw\n\n  We used to bite bullets with the pig-skin casing\n  Now we perfect slang like a gang of street masons (uh)\n  Scribe check make connects\n  True pyramid architects (yeah)\n  Replace the last name with the X (X)\n  The man's got a God complex\n  But take the text and change the picture\n  Watch Muhammad play the messenger like Holy Muslim scriptures\n  Take orders from only God\n  Only war when it's Jihad\n  See Ali appears in Zaire to reconnect 400 years\n  But we the people dark but equal give love to such things\n  To the man who made the fam' remember when we were kings\n\n  Blocks on fire (Block's on fire tonight)\n  Fiends getting higher (uh-huh)\n  Robbing blue collar\n  (Hey yo we rob them blue collars)\n  Killing for a dollar (Stick 'em up)\n  Youths get tired (Ali ah yeah)\n  We're dealing with them liars (Ali ah yeah)\n  (We're dealing with too many liars)\n  From Brooklyn to Zaire (uh-huh ah yeah)\n  We need a ghetto Messiah (ah yeah come on)\n\n  Send me an angel in the morning, baby\n  Send me an angel in the morning, darling\n  Send me Muhammad in the morning, baby\n  Send me an angel in the morning, darling\n\n  Once the pen hits the pad it's danger\n  To this I be no stranger\n  Step inside the ring and I'll derange you (Come on)\n  I'm hearing no comments\n  Everyone looks dispondent\n  Dejected, rejected similiar to Liston\n  Catching lists\n  Beat it, sonny\n  My man is still the greatest in this\n  To hell with Frazier yappin' about that negative shit\n  Now listen, you can try and escape if you want to\n  But ask yourself, who the hell you gonna run to\n  Like Sade Abu you got a punch that I can sleep to\n  Fugees, Tribe, Busta Rhymes forever coming through\n\n  We sing Amazing Grace over two dollar plate\n  One roll snake eyes like Jake The Snake\n  Many lies put up for stakes\n  Wash our sins at the Great Lakes\n  You and I cannot see eye to eye\n  So therefore we cannot relate\n  I'm here when I make myself crystal clear\n  You fled to Cape Fear when I laced you in Zaire\n  Tussle with a lasso in the Royal Rumble\n  Seperate boys from men in the concrete jungle\n\n  I remember when Cassius Clay flipped the script\n  Taking trips to Zimbabwe\n  Africans started calling the God Ali Bumbaye (so bwoy)\n  It be the God stricken, God nutrition, lightly stricken (ha)\n  Blow that make you feel like you was poison bitten\n  Ha yo I'm 'bout to blister you and your sister\n  Predicting every ass whipping before my fights my nigga\n  This be your last warning once you walk past the doorman\n  Ali and Foreman gonna lock ass until the morning\n  Marvellous finances provided by Joseph Mobutu\n  Special guests of honour like the Archhop Desmond Tutu\n  We watched the Rumble In The Jungle\n  To see who be the targeted uncle to be the first to fall and fumble\n  Nuff blows they gettong thrown, like solid milestones\n  Internally shaking up niggas, imbalance your chromosones\n  With the force of a thousnad warriors\n  When I bust your ass identify me as the lord victorious\n\n  Blocks on fire (You're a star)\n  (Blocks on fire)\n  Fiends getting higher (You're a star)\n  Robbing blue collar (You're a star)\n  (Yeah rob them blue collars)\n  Killing for a dollar (You're a star)\n  Youths get tired (You're a star)\n  (Youths getting tired)\n  We're dealing with them liars (You're a star)\n  (We're dealing with too many 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