From When We Were Kings Soundtrack      [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