(Vídeo + Letra) Fugees - How Many Mics

Fugees - How Many Mics

How Many Mic´s Do We Rip on the Daily
Say me say Many Moni, Say me say manymanymany

[LAURYN:]
I get mad frustrated when I rhyme
Thinking of all the kids who try to do this
For all the wrong reasons
Seasons change, mad things rearrange
But it all stays the same like the love Doctor Strange
I´m tame like the rapper,
Get red like a snapper when they do that
Got your whole block saying”TRUE DAT”
If only they knew that,
It was you who was irregular,
Sold your soul for some secular
Muzak that´s wack,
Plus you use that loop over and over
Claiming that you got a new style
Your attempts are futile, Ooo chile
Your puerile,
Brain waves are sterile
You can´t create, you just wait to take, my tape´s
Laced with malice
Hands get calloused
From grippin´ microphones from here to Dallas
Go ask Alice if you don´t believe me,
I get Inner Visions like Stevie
See me, ascend from the chalice like the weed be
Indeed be like Khalil Muhammad
MC´s make me vomit
I get controversial
Freak your style with no rehearsal
Ooo, contraire mon frere
Don´t you even go there
Me without a mic is like a beat without a snare
I dare to tear into your ego,
We go, way back like some ganja and pelequo
Or Coleco-Vision
My mind makes incisions in your anatomy
And I´ll back this with Deuteronomy
Or Leviticus, God made this word
You can´t get with this
Sweet like licorice,
Dangerous like syphillis, yeah.

[CHORUS (REPEAT 4X):]
How Many Mic´s Do We Rip on the Daily
Say me say Many Moni, Say me say manymanymany

[CLEF:]
I used to be underrated
Now I take iron, makes my s*** constipated
I´m more concentrated.
So on my day off,
With David Sonnenberg I play golf
Run through Crown Heights screaming out Mazel Tov
Problem with no man
Before black, I´m first human
Appetite to write like Frederick Douglass with a slave hand
Street pressure word to poppa, I ain´t goin´ under
One day I´ll have a label and make deals with Tommy Motolla
Momma always told me “You´re one in a million”
Always watch your back, never tangle with Haitian Sicilians
Now I got a record deal, “How does it feel?”
I´m never gonna survive unless I get crazy like Seal.
Cause the whole world´s out of order
So at night the fiend´s dance on Grease with John Travolta
One got slaughtered as he coughed blood from his mouth
The other tried to duck and caught a left with my Guiness Stout
Brother brother can´t you get this through your head
It´s a set up by the fed´s they´re scoping us with their Infra-reds.

[CHORUS (REPEAT 3X):]
How Many Mic´s Do We Rip on the Daily
Say Me Say Many Moni Say me say manymanymany

[PRAZ:]
Too many MC´s not enough Mic´s
Exit your show like I exit the turnpike
Dice and dynamite like Dolomite
Double deuce delight, I don´t Dick Van Dyke
Startlight to starbrite the freaks come out at night
Like my man Wyclef (I wear my sunglasses at night)
And my panache will mosh your entourage
Squash your squad and hide your body under my garage.
And when the cops come lookin´
I´ll be bookin´ to Brooklyn
Leave the trails broken flippin´ tokens to Hoboken
A clean getaway like Alec Baldwin
Drivin´ in my fast car playin´ Tracy Chapman

[CHORUS (Repeat to end):]
How Many Mic´s Do We Rip on the Daily
Say me say Many Moni, Say me say manymanymany

(Vídeo + Letra) Fugees - No Woman No Cry

Fugees - No Woman No Cry

A Dedication to all the refugees worldwide
One time say, say, say
I remember when we used to sit in the government yard in Brooklyn.
Observing the crookedness as it mingled with the good people we meet.
Good friends we had
Good friends we’ve lost along the way
In this great future you can’t forget your past, So dry your tears
I say and to my peeps who passed away,
No woman, no cry, no woman no cry, say, say,say.
Hey little sister don’t shed no tears
No woman no cry say say say.
I remember when we used to rock in a project yard in Jersey,
And little Georgie would make the firelight,
As stolen cars passed through the night
And then we’d hit the corner store for Roots, paper, and brew.
My drink’s my only remedy
For pain of losing family, but while I’m gone Shorty,
Everything’s gonna be alright, everything’s gonna be alright,
Fugees come to dance tonight, everything’s gonna be alright,
O everything’s gonna be alright,
The gun man’s in the house tonight,
But everything’s gonna be alright.

*Refrain*
Oh ah oh ah

No woman no cry
No woman no cry
No woman no cry
No woman no cry

Say, Say,
Say I remember when we used to sit
In a government yard in Trenchtown
Observing the hypocrites
As they would mingle with the good people we met
Good friends we have
Oh, good friends we have lost
Along the way
In this bright future,
You can’t forget your past
So dry your tears, I say

No woman no cry
No woman no cry
Little sister, don’t shed no tears
No woman no cry