Intro & [bad word]  
  Michael Jackson brought you Thriller 
  It made all the gun-man hollar 
  Mack 11 guard your grilla 
  
  Verse 1: 
  Lauryn: 
  Why you gwan, watch out for Babylon, MC's babble on and on I phenom, 
  Bomb like Ethiopians, not Italions, Queen Asheba, balance like a Libra, 
  Rain like meteor storms, that change forms like the pillars of Islam, 
  Make the [bad word]  and [bad word] the rest who'll, it takes one drop of 
  Purity to clean the cess pool, the next crew, will [bad word] of kings 
  And queens wearing crowns and holiday scepters, facing Mecca, making 
  Records, raiding biblio-techas, I sip nectars with gods in the 
  Streetapparel, keep the path straight and narrow while we bombin' on 
  Pharaoh, so Bounty Killer pour the sorrel let's make plans for tommorow, 
  
  Bounty Killer: 
  Cause if it's down a Sodom and Gommorah Refugees we nah go so 
  
  [bad word] 
  
  Verse 2: 
  Bounty Killer: 
  So talk weel if you vex, try and jump in a mi chest, you Mr. Punk, well 
 [bad word] and do your next best, mi end you distress, mi lay you to rest, 
  Askel 45, Fugees dem tech. Well talk well if you vex, try and jump inna 
  Mi chest, you Mr. Punk, [bad word] and do your next best, mi end you 
  Distress, mi lay you to rest, rappers from the east and rappers from the 
  West, well 
  
  Wyclef Jean: 
  Yo, five years old I heard shots out the window, I thought that it was 
  Zorro, driving in from Mexico, I asked my father Pablo who the [bad word] is 
  This Paco, he said It's Bounty Killer, He's driving in from Montego. 
  
  Bounty Killer: 
  That's when shots start to echo from yah so and from deh so, well that 
  Is the life of a [bad word] from the ghetto, moving 40 kilo, from here to 
  Puerto Rico, smoke my manifico, but i never do perico. 
  
  Wyclef: 
  Yo, this is a sound clash, you ain't fit for the job, you're [bad word]  
  And you're making my [bad word] hard, you wanna rap, here's presents, go rap 
  It in a box, you versus me is like a mouse versus a ox, Wyclef, 
  Preacher's son, I sing a hym the lights get dim, reflection of the end, 
  Is your face facing a coffin, oops, to abstract so you kill me with 
  Gaps, figments of your imagination, you never delt with incarceration. 
  
  Bounty Killer: 
  Thought i heard you want to be my rival, askel 45 a it a idol, them 
  Start war end no seek survival, Refugees we gonna treat them 
  Detrimental, Punks, fools. 
  
  Wyclef & Bounty: 
  Another sound boy dies, slow deth, Refugee Camp, Bounty Killer...... 
  
  [bad word] 
  
  Verse 3: 
  Praz: 
  Through the temples of doom somehow we managed to bloom like blossoms, 
  By any means necessary said Malcolm, nights before battle we play dead 
  Like possums, mimimizing our losses like caution to the maximum, 
  Stratiges for the Refugees, how many mics do you trip, I say not to many 
  
  Yo, which [bad word] from my magnum, 
  
  Haitian shot a man 
  
  Them blame Jamaicans 
  
  [bad word] 
  
  Bounty Killer: 
  Yeah, yeah yeah..... 
  
  Outro: 
  Bounty Killer & Wyclef: 
  Well talk well if you vex, try and jump in a mi chest, you Mr. Punk, 
  [bad word] and do your next best, mi end you distress, mi lay you to 
  Rest, askel 45, New York gun take, well talk if you vex, try and jump in 
  mi chest, so Mr. Punk, [bad word] and do your next best, mi end you 
  Distress, mi lay you to rest, askel 45, California take, well, well 
  
  Wyclef: 
  Bounty Killer on the borderline, Refugee camp, Wyclef, L. Boogie, 
  Prazwell and it don't stop.