The Beast lyrics

Artist  : Fugees 
Song : The Beast



 Send "The Beast" Ringtone to your Cell 

 [CHORUS:]

Warn the town the beast is loose, 

Word 'em up y'all 

C'mon 



[LAURYN:]

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 D***




[CLEF:]

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. 

Let's 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 



[CLEF:]

You can't 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 wasn't
lookin. 

Now you ask me for my license/registration 

"WHAT THE F**K" is my name 

"WHAT THE F**K" is my occupation 

Well I'm an MC, I'm down with the Fugees 

Mother Mary caught a flashback like Rodney now
the cops got Lolly. 



[LAURYN:]

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 bruh's 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. 



[CHORUS:]

Warn the town the beast is loose, Ah - ah, Ah -
ah 

Word 'em up y'all 



[CLEF:]

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 can't you see cops more crooked than we 

By the dawn's early night robbin' niggas for kis.


Easy low key crooked military 

Pay taxes out my ass but they still harrass me.




[PRAZ:]

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 I'm gonna be a fugitive like Dr. Kimble.




[CLEF:] Hey yo should I slow down? 



[PRAZ:]

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. 



[CHORUS:]

Warn the town the beast is loose, Ah - ah, Ah -
ah, 

Word 'em up y'all