[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