The Score

(Y-Y-You rockin' loud but you ain't sayin' nothin')

It's time I settle the score

(I play my enemies like a game of chess)

(Playin' Mr. Big, I'm gonna get you sucka)

(Ha, ha, ha, ha, you shouldn't diss Refugees)

Soldiers

Left, right, left, right, left, right, left, right (It's time I settle the score)

Left, right, left, right, left, left, left, left (It's time I settle the score)

Look to the rhyme (Rhyme), rum to the ripple (Ripple)

Single, but at times I come in triple

Blaow, blaow, put the heater to your head

Now you dead

Wyclef don't give a ooh if you're dead

Rah, rah, let me attack just like a black cat

You in the wrong neighborhood, check your map

Ooh, you've gotta go for backup to do what you gotta do

So you'll be back with France CU

Traitor in your crew is mafo heat

You put poison in my tea and kill the toad, but I'll be back with the centipede

I'm on some new technique, drunken bamboo

A-hoo, a-hoo, a-hoo, I'm taking all crews, what?

Competition, stimulation for the rap man

Losers, check your tooters as I'm suckin' on your girl hooters

Don't play macho 'cause you got the gun, son

'Cause if you gotta reload (Man)

It's time I settle the score

(Too many emcees, not enough mics)

(Ready or not, here I come)

(Ha, ha, ha, ha, you shouldn't diss Refugees)

Soldiers

Left, right, left, right, left, right, left, right (It's time I settle the score)

Left, right, left, right, left, left, left, left (It's time I settle the score)

Yo, Wyclef the multi-talented, average heads can't handle it

I'll bring it to you live, only if you want it (Only if you want it)

Me and my guitar go back like the days of the R MC's (Come on)

(Check out my melody)

The W-Y-C-L-E-F, Wyclef

Through any contest, I'm victorious (Bing)

Still keep it real if you will, and manifest through your skills

Not by how many shells you peel

I'ma bring down the ruckus, play the nutcracker

Ruffneck rednecks, makes me no bother

Time after time, ask Cyndi Lauper (Time after time)

Boss, you don't want to **** with my partners

Motion, commotion, what's your proposal?

Uphold two-fold, the crew is disposal

Like utensil, floss like dental

I autograph my lyrics with a number two pencil

It's time I settle the score

(Oba-observing the hypocrites)

(They smile in my face, then they talk behind my back)

Soldiers

Left, right, left, right, left, right, left, right (It's time I settle the score)

Left, right, left, right, left, left, left, left (It's time I settle the score)

Yeah, I'm the L, won't you pull it? (Pull it)

Straight to the head with the speed of a bullet (Bullet)

Cuttin' **** off at the meeky-freaky gullet

Lyrical sedative, keep **** medative

Head rushes, I give to creative kids and fiends

Dreams of euphoria, aurora

To another galaxy, phallic see, be this microphone

But get lifted, lyrically, I'm gifted

Burn on it without the roach clip, it hinders, mind bender

Pleasure sender so frequently your nerve endings belong to me

Wrongfully, you put me down not receiving the full capacity of my smoke

Wack **** choke from the fumes that I emote

Or emit ****

See, even I feel the mahogany

L, natural hallucinogen turning boys to men again

With estrogen dreams, release blues, yellows and greens

From Brownsville to Queens

It's time I settle the score

(Ready or not, Refugees taking over)

('Cause we soft-spoken doesn't mean that we've forgotten)

(Now we're permanent at one)

(And one day you will be gotten)

Soldiers

Left, right, left, right, left, right, left, right (It's time I settle the score)

Left, right, left, right, left, left, left, left (It's time I settle the score)

Soldiers

Left, right, left, right, left, right, left, right (It's time I settle the score)

Left, right, left, right, left, left, left, left (It's time I settle the score)

I creep like a thief, no doubt the man's swift (Swift)

I'm more magnificent than Lee Van Cleef (Cleef)

You stand stiff and got the nerve to let your man riff

(With nowhere to run)

And start flakin' like dandruff (Come on)

Come on, son, my steelo's tight (Uh-huh)

'Cause by far, I'm the best producer on the mic (Right)

Born to write analytical conceptions

With precision, and leave lyrical incisions (Bing)

One, two, three