hook wyclef
why am i trapped in a cage
the nappy heads are comin out
barber can i get a fade
the nappy heads are comin out
teacher teacher check my grades
the nappy heads are comin out
i grab the mic in a rage
wyclef
you maintain to put a negro in pain you used to diss me
you sure you wanna hang with old eddie kane
ain’t nuttin wrong so snap your head to the song
word is bond you get wrong i’ll have you sing like louis armstrong
”and i say to myself what a wonderful world”
but what the fuck was so wonderful
bout picking cotton on a farm
the harder they come the harder they fall
so come one come all
don’t stall or i’mma stick you like a voodoo doll
doors locked stop draw for the count who drops
tennineeightsevensixfivefourthreetwoone
yousleptonakidfromtheboondocks
out of hooterville land of the ill kill
bellsburg viking so you know i’m top ranking phil
some say newcomer like the yuma but save the rumor
cause i’ve been rockin ever since eightythree
when i used to rock my pumas
rap narcotic psychotic so hear the statistic
one out of ten i’m passin the mic next time i’ll get wicked
heard the man who went before got intimated
you tried to gas me up too much gas you got intoxicated
you wasn’t ready for the real’n dealin chillin
wyclef no competition when i’m bringin pure death
i’m jumpin like a monkey to get mines off
afrom a caterpillar to the mic moth
hook
the nappy heads are comin out
teacher teacher check my grades
the nappy heads are comin out
i coulda sworn i had an a
the nappy heads are comin out
i grab the mic in a rage
pras
you put one and one together now you think you a rapper
baseball cap backward forearms swingin like a hiphopper
you do the rhyme thinkin no one can stop ya
i be the followin that chop ya down as i clock ya hah
when i say fiveoh i mean fifty not guns or cops
now here’s the heavyweight knocker the freedom fighter
natural rhythm rock a mic i always rhyme i’m never drinkin vodka
any old style i throw it in a locker
lauryn hill
well i’m a gucci rocker i never drank no vodka
me got no bag of cheeba cause i never had a knocker
my cousin’s name was shaka for short we called him ‘aka
i flip it on wack mc’s because to me they flow like caca
pras
you boogie move the groove nothing to prove you lose
your style remind of yesterday old news
sad sung blues who’s chose the one to feel the pain
or bring the cane ticktock i come to pick your lock
it’s not for capital gain
so watch out for the remain or cry from bloodstain
bustin nuts bustin style
gettin buckwild some think i’m the descendant of a wilder child
comin on the mic from a higher level
broke is no joke choke the hell out of the devil
hook
the nappy heads are comin out
what about martin
the nappy heads are comin out
what about malcolm
the nappy heads are comin out
rosa parks
the nappy heads are comin out
you hung a man after dark
the nappy heads are comin out
cease the violence
the nappy heads are comin out
wyclef
yo who got the power to make a man raise from the dead
some said that it was jesus they said he was a notty dread
but i don’t mean to confuse a world that’s confused
mind’s atomic so like a bomb let me drop it
can’t get too deep cause some sleep while i wake
in a dream that’s made of wine but let me bring it back to grapes
teacher explain the parable it’s simple
it’s easier for the camel to go through the eye of a needle
than for you to enter the kingdom or battle
and walk away with the title when i get brutal
feelings are mutual so sign your life to prudential
don’t even flinch the other becomin spiritual
there’s six million ways to die but choose four
cause i can still be in the desert buttnaked and be hardcore
lauryn hill
when checks that means pump your fist
remember moses people this is exodus
don’t try to stop this the force comes from genesis
them who did us wrong ask the lord for forgiveness
the land that im from aint the land of the dumb
we droppin the bass drum then we
you cant kill the battle with a horn blam blam silly joshua
so march to st lawrence
yo march i got your back march
wyclef
crown heights the nappy heads are comin out
cease the violence the nappy heads are comin out
a moment of silence the nappy heads are comin out
for those who died the nappy heads are comin out
public enemy the nappy heads are comin out
number one the nappy heads are comin out
fredric douglass the nappy heads are comin out
harriet tubman the nappy heads are comin out
aristide the nappy heads are comin out
bob marley the nappy heads are comin out
prazwell the nappy heads are comin out
to my man khalid the nappy heads are comin out
lauryn hill
now speak of resistance we’re nappy heads
rhymes kinks braids and dreads
the mother of creation epitome of creativity yeah
and keep your heads nappy
Artist: Fugees
Year: 1994
Decade: 90s
Language: en
Word Count: 527