[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
    [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
    [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