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      Nappy Heads

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      Album: Blunted On Reality

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      Fugees - Nappy Heads Música y Letra

      [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...
      
      You maintain to put a negro in pain you used to diss me
      "You sure you wanna hang with old Eddie Kane?" (+The Five Heartbeats+)
      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 pickin cotton -- on a farm?
      The harder they come, the harder they fall, so come one come all
      Don't stall or I'ma stick you like a voodoo doll
      Doors locked stop draw for the count, who drops?
      Ten-nine-eight-seven-six-five-four-three-two-one-
      -you-slept-on-a-kid-from-the-boondocks
      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 eighty-three
      when I used to rock my Pumas
      Rap, narcotic psychotic so hear the sentencin
      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
      a-from a caterpillar, to the mic moth
      
      (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 hip-hopper
      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 five-oh, 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, tick-tock 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
      
      [Wyclef]
      (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)
      
      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 man got a drum, made the land of the dumb
      We droppin the bass drum, then we ??
      You can't kill the battle with a ?? .. feeling 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)
      ?? (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

      Fugees - Nappy Heads Música y Letra

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