Song lyrics Manifest by Fugees

[CLEF:]
I woke up this morning
I was feeling kind of high
It was me, Jesus Christ and Haile Selassie
Selassie said greetings in the name of the most high,
Jah Rhastafari,
Christ, took a sip of the Amaretto,
Passed it down the table said today Iīll be betrayed by one you 12 disciples
Give me a clue who could do this to you?
The kid on the block who makes less money than you.
Crooked cops pulled up, they offered him 20 pieces of silver
All he got to do is deliver the savior
Right on Bergen St. from bad luck to good luck
My cup runneth over, pass it down, guzzle up
The time has arrived, the prophecy will manifest
I saw death, I got scared, butterflies on my chest
Father if possible, pass this cup before me,
But itīs too late I chose my destiny in Gethsemane.

[LAURYN:]
You see I loved hard once, but the love wasnīt returned
I found out the man Iīd die for, he wasnīt even concerned
And time it turned,
He tried to burn me like a perm
Though my eyes saw the deception, My heart wouldnīt let me learn
From um, some, dumb woman, was I,
And everytime heīd lie, he would cry and inside Iīd die.
My heart must have died a thousand deaths
Compared myself to Toni Braxton thought Iīd never catch my breath
Nothing left, he stole the heart beating from my chest
I tried to call the cops, that type of thief you canīt arrest
Pain suppressed, will lead to cardiac arrest
Diamonds deserve diamonds, but he convinced me I was worth less
when my peoples would protest,
I told them mind their business, cause my s*** was complex
More than just the sex
I was blessed, but couldnīt feel it like when I was caressed
Iīd spend nights clutching my breasts overwhelmed by Godīs test
I was Godīs best contemplating death with a Gillette
But no man is ever worth the paradise MANIFEST

[PRAZ:]
Gun-clap Shell cap,
Got them crawling on they back
Come through with the Fu
They be who the F**k is that
Itīs unpredictable, when my tongue performs like Jujitsu
Cut you with my lyrics, stab you with my pencil
Lethal injection, witness protection
Refugee campīs under investigation
Gunshot bursts in all directions
For the wack MCīs we read your revelations
Discharge through your pores
Get raw and kill Boors
I can Capleton when Iīm on a Tour
Some manifest, with slugs in they chest
God bless all the Cowboys in the Wild Wild West