Rumble In The Jungle Lyrics - Wyclef Jean

From When We Were Kings Soundtrack 

[Wyclef] 

(Come on) 

Root to the fruit 

More bass than Bootsy Collins 

You verses me 

Thats 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 

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[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 

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 

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[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 similiar 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 thousnad 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) 

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