| Song | Recharge (Album Version) |
| Artist | Fugees |
| Album | Blunted On Reality |
| "and when you feelin down.. recharge!" | |
| [wyclef] | |
| Now and, forevers, them emperors, are nova | |
| The lovin, the huggin, will never be over | |
| [pras] | |
| Back up back up boy, don't get me started | |
| Still the mc, hit the target, you get bombarded yeah | |
| Affect the minds, let the blind evaporate | |
| Let me elaborate, ohhhhh nooooooo (it's too late) | |
| Push the button, cause i'ma get ?? | |
| Pass me a scud missle, so i can bomb the land | |
| [wyclef] | |
| Yo pras (what?) yo pras (what?) some start to wonder | |
| Some see lightning, some hear thunder | |
| Shades of a black man, maybe the black panther | |
| Makin mc's run when it come to rappin i'm the darth vader | |
| I'm not regular, consider me ir-regular | |
| From the regular rapper ones that lumber | |
| But i come from a slum where many bum | |
| Sometimes i cooled out, while my boys were in prison | |
| I always told them that right, overrules wrong | |
| Cause ever since a boy mama told me judgment they will come son | |
| So i watch what i do, what i say, how i play | |
| And hope that i make it through the next day | |
| Cause the streets are like a jungle, they got me say | |
| Oh-ay-oh-ay-oh, cause tarzan's a black man | |
| So i'm waiting for a break in the record company | |
| So i could take you mc's, back to camp i mean | |
| Cause with a flick of my wrist, i come rewind another rhyme | |
| I got more rhymes than a church got wines | |
| Ever since middle school, i used to, rule | |
| The ?? mule, people called my talent beautiful | |
| Never lost a battle, they thought i was buckwild | |
| ?? ?? ?? ?? ?? ?? ?? ?? ?? ?? ?? | |
| They didn't know that a refugee could rock so well | |
| So here's the resurrection, upon wyclef in hell | |
| Check me or my team as i recharge your body (4x) | |
| [pras] | |
| Livin to be given, chillin like bob dylan | |
| Like michael i'm thrillin, i'm not dealin to be illin | |
| Runnin a mask ??, like the task force | |
| The cause is laws, the laws that broke your jaw | |
| Now i'm, gettin raw on a thing like a mean machine | |
| (why you runnin around with the same old thing? | |
| Humm.. you know what i mean, yeah) | |
| I search and search, i start to faint | |
| But never never never fall in entertain | |
| Don't beam me up scotty, i'm audi like john gotti | |
| Drivin in black caddy | |
| [lauryn hill] | |
| Success for the next man is success for myself | |
| Vanity's vanity yet i still wanted wealth | |
| I know there's a true god, but it still makes me think | |
| Of yusef.. now is the notty dread dead? | |
| Believe in the bible because it promise eternity | |
| Six six six, that makes you, my adversary | |
| So i, watch my back and hopin i don't get taxed | |
| I used to, rip the rapper cause they said we'd been said wack | |
| I know what the critics they say, keep it commercial | |
| I used to freestyle, but everything now is rehearsal | |
| I miss the old school, so tell me what will i do? | |
| I guess i'll start a revolution with the tranzlator crew, so.. | |
| [wyclef] | |
| Check me or my team as i recharge your body (8x) | |
| Check it out all mc's i'm about to pull out my slingshot | |
| Here it comes! | |
| Me lick me one, me lick me one one | |
| Me lick me one, me lick me one one | |
| Me lick me onnnnnnnnnnne | |
| Me come for them alllllllll | |
| Me lick me one one one, lick bumba rum | |
| Follow me follow me follow me follow me | |
| Me lick me one, me lick me one one | |
| Me lick me one, me lick me one one | |
| Me lick me onnnnnnnnnnne | |
| Me come for them alllllllll | |
| Me lick me one one one, lick bumba rum | |
| Follow me follow me follow me follow me | |
| (me lick me one one) | |
| [wyclef] | |
| They label me (what?) the mc psycho | |
| Prim' you up, but don't mistake me for sunoco | |
| Cuss to get loose, now you got the micro' joe | |
| Who talkin about hope? poquito dinero | |
| Means i work hard, but got no money, and that ain't funny | |
| Hey honey when you work for free see it's hard to get a lady baby | |
| But they say good things come to those wait | |
| So i wait, no ego trip, and on the mic i penetrate | |
| Elevate as i battle for high stakes | |
| Many gamble, i eat you like an animal | |
| Cause he gambled for the dime that he didn't have | |
| He woke up in a dream and found his body in a body bag | |
| Wyclef pissed cause, oh what i really said is | |
| Is i'm that funky, big up def in pig latin man, hah | |
| A lot of rappers try to outrap, but miss me yo | |
| But i'm askin every teachers everything he know | |
| There's always one trick, to make em slip | |
| So let me predict in pure trick i'm sure the rap form will recharge | |
| Me lick me one, me lick me one one | |
| Me lick me one, me lick me one one | |
| Me lick me onnnnnnnnnnne | |
| Me come for them alllllllll | |
| Me lick me one one one, lick bumba rum | |
| Follow me follow me follow me follow me | |
| Check them style out of wy and prazwell | |
| Bad man fire m-16 | |
| Police man fire ak=47 | |
| Soldier man... them a fire ?? | |
| And them gun shoot for.. woy! | |
| Bad man fire m-16 | |
| Police man fire ak=47 | |
| Soldier man... them a fire ?? | |
| And them gun shoot for.. woy! | |
| [undecipherable chat] |
| " and when you feelin down.. recharge!" | |
| wyclef | |
| Now and, forevers, them emperors, are nova | |
| The lovin, the huggin, will never be over | |
| pras | |
| Back up back up boy, don' t get me started | |
| Still the mc, hit the target, you get bombarded yeah | |
| Affect the minds, let the blind evaporate | |
| Let me elaborate, ohhhhh nooooooo it' s too late | |
| Push the button, cause i' ma get ?? | |
| Pass me a scud missle, so i can bomb the land | |
| wyclef | |
| Yo pras what? yo pras what? some start to wonder | |
| Some see lightning, some hear thunder | |
| Shades of a black man, maybe the black panther | |
| Makin mc' s run when it come to rappin i' m the darth vader | |
| I' m not regular, consider me irregular | |
| From the regular rapper ones that lumber | |
| But i come from a slum where many bum | |
| Sometimes i cooled out, while my boys were in prison | |
| I always told them that right, overrules wrong | |
| Cause ever since a boy mama told me judgment they will come son | |
| So i watch what i do, what i say, how i play | |
| And hope that i make it through the next day | |
| Cause the streets are like a jungle, they got me say | |
| Ohayohayoh, cause tarzan' s a black man | |
| So i' m waiting for a break in the record company | |
| So i could take you mc' s, back to camp i mean | |
| Cause with a flick of my wrist, i come rewind another rhyme | |
| I got more rhymes than a church got wines | |
| Ever since middle school, i used to, rule | |
| The ?? mule, people called my talent beautiful | |
| Never lost a battle, they thought i was buckwild | |
| ?? ?? ?? ?? ?? ?? ?? ?? ?? ?? ?? | |
| They didn' t know that a refugee could rock so well | |
| So here' s the resurrection, upon wyclef in hell | |
| Check me or my team as i recharge your body 4x | |
| pras | |
| Livin to be given, chillin like bob dylan | |
| Like michael i' m thrillin, i' m not dealin to be illin | |
| Runnin a mask ??, like the task force | |
| The cause is laws, the laws that broke your jaw | |
| Now i' m, gettin raw on a thing like a mean machine | |
| why you runnin around with the same old thing? | |
| Humm.. you know what i mean, yeah | |
| I search and search, i start to faint | |
| But never never never fall in entertain | |
| Don' t beam me up scotty, i' m audi like john gotti | |
| Drivin in black caddy | |
| lauryn hill | |
| Success for the next man is success for myself | |
| Vanity' s vanity yet i still wanted wealth | |
| I know there' s a true god, but it still makes me think | |
| Of yusef.. now is the notty dread dead? | |
| Believe in the bible because it promise eternity | |
| Six six six, that makes you, my adversary | |
| So i, watch my back and hopin i don' t get taxed | |
| I used to, rip the rapper cause they said we' d been said wack | |
| I know what the critics they say, keep it commercial | |
| I used to freestyle, but everything now is rehearsal | |
| I miss the old school, so tell me what will i do? | |
| I guess i' ll start a revolution with the tranzlator crew, so.. | |
| wyclef | |
| Check me or my team as i recharge your body 8x | |
| Check it out all mc' s i' m about to pull out my slingshot | |
| Here it comes! | |
| Me lick me one, me lick me one one | |
| Me lick me one, me lick me one one | |
| Me lick me onnnnnnnnnnne | |
| Me come for them alllllllll | |
| Me lick me one one one, lick bumba rum | |
| Follow me follow me follow me follow me | |
| Me lick me one, me lick me one one | |
| Me lick me one, me lick me one one | |
| Me lick me onnnnnnnnnnne | |
| Me come for them alllllllll | |
| Me lick me one one one, lick bumba rum | |
| Follow me follow me follow me follow me | |
| me lick me one one | |
| wyclef | |
| They label me what? the mc psycho | |
| Prim' you up, but don' t mistake me for sunoco | |
| Cuss to get loose, now you got the micro' joe | |
| Who talkin about hope? poquito dinero | |
| Means i work hard, but got no money, and that ain' t funny | |
| Hey honey when you work for free see it' s hard to get a lady baby | |
| But they say good things come to those wait | |
| So i wait, no ego trip, and on the mic i penetrate | |
| Elevate as i battle for high stakes | |
| Many gamble, i eat you like an animal | |
| Cause he gambled for the dime that he didn' t have | |
| He woke up in a dream and found his body in a body bag | |
| Wyclef pissed cause, oh what i really said is | |
| Is i' m that funky, big up def in pig latin man, hah | |
| A lot of rappers try to outrap, but miss me yo | |
| But i' m askin every teachers everything he know | |
| There' s always one trick, to make em slip | |
| So let me predict in pure trick i' m sure the rap form will recharge | |
| Me lick me one, me lick me one one | |
| Me lick me one, me lick me one one | |
| Me lick me onnnnnnnnnnne | |
| Me come for them alllllllll | |
| Me lick me one one one, lick bumba rum | |
| Follow me follow me follow me follow me | |
| Check them style out of wy and prazwell | |
| Bad man fire m16 | |
| Police man fire ak 47 | |
| Soldier man... them a fire ?? | |
| And them gun shoot for.. woy! | |
| Bad man fire m16 | |
| Police man fire ak 47 | |
| Soldier man... them a fire ?? | |
| And them gun shoot for.. woy! | |
| undecipherable chat |