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Текст песни The Fugees - The Score
Look into the rhyme, rum to the rip-ripple Single, but at times I come in triple Blaow, blaow, put the heater to your head Now you’re dead, Wyclef don’t give a *ooh* if you’re dead Raaaaah, raaaah, let me attack just like the black cat You in the wrong neighborhood, check the map Hooo, you’ve got to go for backup, to do what you gotta do So you’ll be back with France CU Traitor in your crew is mafo heat, put the poison in your tea And kill the toad, but I’ll be back with the centipede I’m on some new technique, drunken bamboo Awoo hoo a hoo, I’m taking all crews what Competition, stimulation for the rap man Losers check your tooters while I’m suckin' on your girl hooters Don’t play macho while you got the gun 'cause if you got to reload It’s time to settle the score! Wyclef the multi-talented, average heads can’t handle it I’ll bring it to you live, only if you want it Me and my guitar go back like the days of the R MC’s (C'mon check out my melody) The W-Y-C-L-E-F, Wyclef Through any contest, I’m victorious Still keep it real, if you will and manifest Through your skills, not by how many shells you peel I’ma bring down the ruckus, play the nutcracker Rough-neck rednecks make me no bother Time after time, ask Cyndi Lauper (Time after time) Boss, you don’t want to fuck with my partners Motion, commotion, what’s your proposal Uphold two-fold, the crew is disposal Like utensil, false idental I autograph my lyrics with a number 2 pencil It’s time to settle the score! I’m the L, won’t you pull it Straight to the head with the speed of a bullet Cuttin' niggas off at the meeky-freeky gullet Lyrical sedative, keep niggas medative Head rushers I give to creative kids and fiends Dreams of euphoria, aurora, to another galaxy Phallic, see, be this microphone, but get lifted Lyrically I’m gifted, burn on in without the roach clip (it) Henders, mind-bender, pleasure sender So frequently your nerve endings belong to me Wrongfully you put me down Not receiving the full capacity of my smoke Wack niggas choke from the fumes that I emote Or emit shit, see even I feel the mahogany L Natural hallucinogen, turning boys to men again With estrogen dreams, release blues, yellows and greens From Brownsville to Queens It’s time to settle the score! I creep like a thief, no doubt the man’s swift (Swift) I’m more magnificent than Lee Van Cleef You stand stiff and got the nerve to let your man riff (We know where to run) And start flakin' like dandruff C’mon son my steelo’s tight 'Cause by far I’m the best producer on the mic Born to write, analytical conceptions With precision and leave lyrical incisions (bing!)

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