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Rumble in the Jungle

This song is by Fugees and features A Tribe Called Quest and Busta Rhymes.

(Wyclef)
(Come on)
Root to the fruit more bass than bootsy collins
You verses me, that's like ali verses foreman (a-ha)
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
Zunga zunga zang, yellow man, vietnam
Add an extra bar as I spar with literature
Taking kingdoms from tsars, winning more wars than the moors

(Forte)
Hey, what's the deal? 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 ehile Satan rob light
Civilised like the molly Burgundy, wildy rocking
Seen the fifth when ali clocked him John Forte will keep you locked in

(Q-tip)
People all around You got to recognise 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 fright night
Well throw the r after the f 'cause I'm gonna take away your breath
The bell rings and now it's just a daily operation
Yo, you saw my lubrication You can see this occupation
(The winner) Eh, you know we're from q-borough
L-booie and clef the trainers, prazwell promote the throw

(Lauryn hill)
We used to bite bullets with the pig-skin casing
Now we perfect slang like a gang of street masons (uh)
Scribe check 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 and 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 400 years
But 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 (uh-huh)
Robbing blue collar (hey yo we rob them blue collars)
Killing for a dollar (stick 'em up)
Youths get tired (ali ah yeah)
We're dealing with them liars (ali ah yeah) (we're dealing with too many liars)
From brooklyn to zaire (uh-huh ah yeah)
We need a ghetto messiah (ah yeah come on)

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

(Ali shaheed muhammad)
Once the pen hits the pad it's danger
To this I be no stranger step inside the ring and I'll derange you (come on)
I'm hearing no comments everyone looks dispondent
Dejected, rejected similar to liston catching lists
Beat it, sonny, my man is still the greatest in this
To hell with frazier yappin' 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 abu you got a punch that I can sleep to
Fugees, tribe, busta rhymes forever coming through

(Prazwell)
We sing amazing grace over two dollar plate
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 cannot relate
I'm here when I make myself crystal clear
You fled to cape fear when I laced you in zaire
Tussle with a lasso in the royal rumble
Seperate boys from men in the concrete jungle

(Busta rhymes)
I remember when cassius clay flipped the script taking trips to zimbabwe
Africans started calling the God ali bumbaye (so bwoy)
It be the God stricken, God nutrition, lightly stricken (ha)
Blow that make you 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 past the doorman
Ali and foreman gonna lock ass until the morning
Marvellous 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
Nuff blows they gettong 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) (blocks on fire)
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) (common)
Youths get tired (you're a star) (youths getting tired)
We're 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
(Repeated)

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