Karaoké Rumble in the Jungle The Fugees & A Tribe Called Quest

Blocks on fire fiends getting higher

Robbing blue collars killing for a dollar

We need a ghetto messiah

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

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

Hey what's the deal? is all I seen the devil spar with Allah

Mathematics was the key to set my whole race free

You might debatine me 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

Civilised like the Molly

Burgundy wildy rocking

Seen the fifth when

Ali clocked him

John Forte will keep you locked in

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

'Cos 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

Hey you know we're here from Q-Borough

L-boogie Clef the trainers

Prazwell promote the throw

We used to bite bullets with the pig-skin casing

Now we perfect slang like a gang of street masons

Scribe check make connects true pyramid architects

Replace the last name with the 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 four hundred 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 fiends getting higher

Soul's on fire tonight

Robbing blue collars killing for a dollar

Hey yo we rob them blue collars

Stick 'em up

See youths get tired we're dealing with them liars

We're dealing with too many liars

From Brooklyn to Zaire we need a ghetto messiah

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

Once the pen hits the pad it's danger to this I be no stranger

Step inside the ring and I'll derange you

I'm hearing no comments everyone looks dispondent

Dejected rejected similiar to Liston catching lists

Beat it sonny my man is still the greatest in this

To hell with Frazier yappin' 'bout 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 Ali you got a punch that I can sleep to

Fugees Tribe Busta

Rhymes forever coming

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 up in Zaire

Tussle with a lasso in the royal rumble

Separate boys from men in the concrete

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

Blow that feel like you was poison bitten

Ah 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 back past the doorman

Ali and Foreman gonna lock ass until the morning

Marvellous finances just provided like Joseph Mobutu

Special guests of honour like the Archbishop Desmond Tutu

We watched the rumble in the jungle

See who be the target uncle who

To be the first to fall and fumble

Nuff blows they gettong thrown like solid milestones

Internally shaking up niggas imbalance your chromosomes

With the force of a thousand warriors

When I bust your ass identify me as the lord victorious

Blocks on fire

Still on fire right now fiends getting higher

Robbing blue collars

Robbing blue collars come on killing for a dollar

See people get tired you want deep inside we're dealing with them liars

I'm dealing with too many liars huh with you

From Brooklyn to Zaire we need a ghetto messiah come on

Blocks on fire

I'm on fire oh fiends getting higher

Robbing blue collars

I'm robbing blue collars killing for a dollar

See youths get tired we're dealing with them liars

From Brooklyn to Zaire we need a ghetto messiah