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Rumble In The Jungle

Fugees featuring A Tribe Called Quest & Busta Rhymes and Forte

Fugees A Tribe Called Quest Busta Rhymes John Forté

Artiest(en)

Fugees, A Tribe Called Quest, Busta Rhymes, John Forté

Titel A-kant

Rumble In The Jungle (Radio Edit)

Lengte A-kant

4:16

Componist(en) A-kant

Wyclef Jean & Lauryn Hill

Producer(s) A-kant

Wyclef Jean, Prakazrel Michel, Lauryn Hill, Chip Taylor, Kamaal Fareed, Malik Taylor, Trevor Smith & John Forte

Titel B-kant

Rumble In The Jungle (Full Length Version)

Lengte B-kant

5:09

Componist(en) B-kant

Wyclef Jean, Prakazrel Michel, Lauryn Hill, Chip Taylor, Kamaal Fareed, Malik Taylor, Trevor Smith & John Forte

Producer(s) B-kant

Wyclef Jean & Lauryn Hill

Platenlabel

Mercury

Catalogusnr

574 069-2

Hoogste positie UK

Hoogste positie US

Album

When We Were Kings (Soundtrack)

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Tipparade

I've done something new for this fight
I've murdered a rock, injured a stone
Hospitalized a brick
I'm so mean I make medicine sick

Come on
Root to the fruit
More bass than Bootsy Collins
You versus me
That's like Ali verses Foreman
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
Zungguzungguguzeng, Yellowman, Vietnam
Add an extra bar as I spar with literature
Taking kingdoms from tsars
Winning more wars than the Moors

Now what's the deal, star
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
Civilized like the Mali
Burgundy, wildy rocking
Seen the fifth when Ali clocked him
John Forté, he'll keep you locked in

People all around
You got to recognize 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 fight night
Well throw the R after the F
Cause I'ma take away your breath
The bell rings
And now it's just a daily operation
Yo, you soft like lubrication
You can see this occupation (The winner)
And you know we hail from Q-Borough
L-Boogs and Clef the trainers
Prazwell promotes the thorough

We used to bite the bullets with the pig-skin casing
Now we perfect slang like a gang of street masons
Scribe checks, 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, 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 four hundred years
So 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
Robbing blue collar (Hey yo, we rob them blue collars)
Killing for a dollar (Stick 'em up)
See youths get tired
Dealing with them liars (We're dealing with too many liars)
From Brooklyn to Zaire
We need a ghetto Messiah

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

Once the pen hits the pad it's danger
To this I be no stranger
Step inside the ring and I'll derange ya' (Come on)
I'm hearing no comments, everyone looks despondent
Dejected, rejected similar to Liston Catching licks
Beat it, Sonny
My man is still the greatest in this
To hell with Frazier
Yapping 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 Adu, you got a punch that I can sleep to
Fugees, Tribe, Busta Rhymes, forever coming through

We sing Amazing Grace over two dollar plates
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 can't relate
I'm here, when I make myself crystal clear
You fled to Cape Fear when I laced you up in Zaire
Tussle with a lasso in the Royal Rumble
Separate boys from men in the concrete jungle

I remember when Cassius Clay flipped the script
Taking trips to Zimbabwe
Africans started calling the God, Ali Bumbaye
So bright, it be the God stricken
God nutrition, lightly stricken
Blows that 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 right past the doorman
Ali and Foreman gonna lock ass until the morning
Marvel 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
'nough blows they getting thrown, like solid milestones
Internally shaking up niggas, imbalance your chromosones
With the force of a thousand warriors
When I bust your ass, identify me as the lord victorious

Blocks on fire (You're a star)
Dudes 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)
See people get tired (You're a star) (Youths getting tired)
Of 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 (You're a star)

Blocks on fire (You're a star)
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) (Stick 'em up, stick 'em up, stick 'em up)
See youths get tired
Dealing with them liars