Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Beast , by - The Fugees. Release date: 12.02.1996
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
The Beast |
| Warn the town the beast is loose, |
| Word em up yall |
| Cmon |
| Conflicts with night sticks |
| Illegal sales districts, |
| Hand-picked lunatics, keep poli-trick-cians rich |
| Heretics push narcotics amidst its risks and frisks, |
| Cool cliques throw bricks but seldom hit targets |
| Private-dic sell hits, like porno-flicks do chicks. |
| The 666 cut w.i.c. |
| like newt gingrich sucks dick |
| Meanwhile the government brings star wars from glocks to glockers |
| C.o.p. |
| has an apb out on chewbacca |
| Mista mayor, can I say something in yo honor |
| Yesterday in central park they got the jogger |
| Okay, okay. |
| Lets get the confusion straight in ghetto gotham |
| The man behind the mask you thought was batman is bill clinton. |
| Who soon retire, the roof is on fire |
| Connie chung brung the bomb as it comes from oklahoma |
| Things are getting serious, kuumbaya, |
| On a mountain satan offered me, manhattan help me jah jah |
| You cant search me without probable cause |
| Or that proper ammunition they call reasonable suspicion |
| Listen I bring friction to your whole jurisdiction |
| You planted seeds in my seat when I wasnt lookin. |
| Now you ask me for my license/registration |
| «what the fuck"is my name |
| «what the fuck"is my occupation |
| Well Im an mc, Im down with the fugees |
| Mother mary caught a flashback like rodney now the cops got lolly. |
| The subconscious psychology that you use against me, |
| If I lose control will send me to the penetentiary |
| Such as alcatraz, or shot up like al hajj malik shabazz |
| High class get bypassed while my ass gets harrassed. |
| And the fuzz treat bruhs like they manhood never was, |
| And if you too powerful, you get bugged like peter tosh and marley |
| Was. |
| And my word does nothing against the feds, |
| So my eyes stay red as I chase crazy bald heads, word up. |
| Warn the town the beast is loose, ah — ah, ah — ah Word em up yall |
| The chase is on I feel like the bad guy |
| Fifth gear 125 like new jersey drive |
| Looked in my rear view mirror |
| Police was getting closer |
| Heard a roar in the sky, |
| Looked up and saw the blue thunder. |
| My inner conscious says throw your handkerchief and surrender, |
| But to who?? |
| ? |
| The star spangled banner ooh. |
| Say cant you see cops more crooked than we By the dawns early night robbin niggas for kis. |
| Easy low key crooked military |
| Pay taxes out my ass but they still harrass me. |
| The streets of corruption got me bustin and cussin in the concrete |
| Jungle |
| Thoughts being dribbled like that tall kid mutumbo |
| Handled by hannibal |
| Soon Im gonna be a fugitive like dr. |
| kimble. |
| Hey yo should I slow down? |
| Nah kid go faster, |
| Just cause they got a badge, they could still be impostors. |
| Probable cause, got flaws like dirty draws |
| Meet me at the corner store so we can start the street wars. |
| Warn the town the beast is loose, ah — ah, ah — ah, |
| Word em up yall |