Allies

[Intro: Wyclef Jean, Pras & Wise Intelligent]

Yo this mic is on?

The wickedest combination in the world!

No doubt, Poor Righteous Teachers, Refugees

You know what I'm saying?

[Verse 1: Pras]

Walk around in the record industry

I'm looking at all the Pharisees

Asking me where I'm going

All I know is one day that Babylon will be fallen

They welcome me into Jerusalem

Eighty niggas highly crucial by Ham

I got my .45 by my side

Just in case another nigga tests me someone's gonna die

[Verse 2: Wyclef Jean (Pras)]

Bo bo so bo I leave the boat for the pope

Smoke mad weed but not touch pelico

Primary purpose of the set

Is to present techniques and guided practice

And forced access to forfeit

Emcees lose focus

Wyclef to accomplish throwing crumbs in the hell pit

Vocabulary, comprehension, steady reading and critical analyzing

Techniques to enable DJs to interact with my material

Play it on your turntable scratch it if you're able

Characteristics, circumstances

Will determine how long you live Mr. actor, Mrs. actress

(I act will snatch gats from kids with backpacks who lack raps

In an Ac to get with that)

[Break: Wise Intelligent]

Easy! Ya man!

[?] something!

[Verse 3: Culture Freedom]

Black people say I represent when I get my chance

But when I'm ripping to this beat, yo it's my Nubian dance

That I be doing around these suckers' titles that I ruin

Although you do not like the flow you should not have been booing

Now you and your crew had better get your act together

Before I have to cut the Fu release the stormy weather

Whatever you say, but nigga pop your shit my way

And you'll be screaming "Mercy me" like if your name was Marvin Gaye

Now put it away and stay the fuck up out my face

I smack you in the mouth homeboy and you'll be missing taste

What a waste to everything existing up till now

So many claiming butter but just don't be knowing how

[Break: Wise Intelligent]

Gunshot!

So my selector, come with the rhythm!

[Verse 4: Pras]

For sure I'm law to be the poor righteous conscious

You might just feel thrust when I touch like Midas

My tongue is gigantic, lyrics are tremendous

Wyclef and Pras they drop hits wherever they goes like Gladys

Catch the midnight train to Georgia

As my tongue does a dropkick like Sgt. Slaughter

New world order, you lions who are trying to roar

I'll silence you lambs like Jodie Foster

There's no need to feel sentimental

Parental guidance is advised for those who despise

The Wise and Intelligent, Refugees, immigrants

[Break: Wise Intelligent]

My selector, Culture Freedom lay the wickedest basslines

[Verse 5: Wise Intelligent]

May...I... kick a little something for the G-O-D's in the J-E-R-S-E-Y

Because you niggas know me I'm the da gan ya dee

Sixteen five one three five coincide freak wise

Time you recognize who run up in the nine

Rush like water raw cuts in your guts

Trails from Rossell oh hell we rock bells

Live as Stuyvesant, Wise and them, rise again

The Gods A.V.G. they'll bomb Washin-

No man 'em trouble they jet something

Don't make me have to kick you on your God damned chin

I'll frappe you in your head with bottle of Heineken

Lord, Mister Wise, PRT - peace!

[Verse 6: Lauryn Hill]

OK, ha; my intellect will protect what you threaten

Captain to Lieutenant (bing), even take cadets in (bing)

I take them all rich and to the powerful

Don't fear no other force I be defining your hardcore

The folklore you spread down over tracks

Got you gassed off some shit may I suggest Ex-Lax

Relax! Your whole perception seems to be distorted

In my dimensions fake refugees get deported

Jokers be biting each other's styles so much it's eerie

So many deja vus but can't no other crews come near we

It's weary, my brothers couldn't hold this if they grasped it

Confession to Jesus are even tried to master

I passed it off the levels of your mere mathematics

I'm on some astrophysics Quantum Leaping on your tactics

Triple bypasses, your crew's slow as molasses

While I amass cream like Jackie Kennedy Onassis

[Break: Lauryn Hill]

Ah ah ah ah

Refugee P.R.T. connect

New Jersey, this is how we do it

[Outro: Wise Intelligent]

If hip hop was a thing that money could not buy

The righteous would never live and the righteous would never die

Poor Righteous teachers and Refugees come to testify

We world sexy style

Ya man!