- Fugees ManifestOutro - intro 歌词
- Fugees
- I woke up this morning, I was feeling kind of high
It was me, Jesus Christ and Haile Selassie
Selassie said, 'Greetings in the name of the most high, Jah Rhastafari'
Christ, took a sip of the Amaretto, passed it down the table
Said, 'Today I'll be betrayed by one you 12 disciples'
Give me a clue who could do this to you
The kid on the block who makes less money than you
Crooked cops pulled up, they offered him 30 pieces of silver
All he got to do is deliver the savior
Right on Bergen St. from bad luck to good luck
My cup runneth over, pass it down, guzzle up
The time has arrived, the prophecy will manifest
I saw death, I got scared, butterflies on my chest
Father, if possible, pass this cup before me
But it's too late, I chose my destiny in Gethsemane
You see, I loved hard once but the love wasn't returned
I found out the man I'd die for, he wasn't even concerned
And time, it turned, he tried to burn me like a perm
Though my eyes saw the deception, my heart wouldn't let me learn
From um, some dumb woman was I
And every time he'd lie, he would cry and inside, I'd die
My heart must have died a thousand deaths
Compared myself to Toni Braxton, thought I'd never catch my breath
Nothing left, he stole the heart beating from my chest
tried to call the cops, that type of thief you can't arrest
Pain suppressed, will lead to cardiac arrest
Diamonds deserve diamonds but he convinced me I was worth less
When my peoples would protest
I told them mind their business 'cause my shit was complex
More than just the sex, I was blessed
But couldn't feel it like when I was caressed
I'd spend nights clutching my breasts, overwhelmed by God's test
I was God's best, contemplating death with a Gillette
But no man is ever worth the paradise manifest
Gun-clap Shell cap, got them crawling on they back
Come through with the Fu, they be who the fuck is that
It's unpredictable, when my tongue performs like Jujitsu
Lethal injection, witness protection
Refugee camp's under investigation
Gunshot bursts in all directions
For the wack MC's we read your revelations
Discharge through your pores, get raw and kill Boors
I can Capleton when I'm on a tour
Some manifest with slugs in they chest
God bless all the cowboys in the Wild Wild West
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