I don't wear Jheri curls 'cuz I'm nah from the West
One flight up, is guaranteed you'll be there
I'll fly away, ohh, glory with a mic in my hand

Nappy heads in the zone and we're not goin' home
You maintain to put a negro in pain you used to diss me
You slept on a kid from the boondocks
I got the slang to make the chitty, bang, bang
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
I wear my sunglasses at night
No I, got hte slang to make the chitty, bang, bang
Oh, co'mon, well I'm a Libra y'all

Mr. Slave Man
If you live by the sword you will be die by the gun

Round up de posse Fugee comin' around de way
A, rid, dang, de, dang, the nappy heads bang
'Cuz all guys tell lies and more girls commits it
I feel a Jones' comin' down, yo I
Round up de posse, Fugee comin' around the way

Saturday, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay

My sister'd be there, my mother'd be there
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
Yes, yes, y'all, well I'm a Libra y'all
To see that them days back, yo sheepskins and Hot Tracks
And if you're busy, I wouldn't mind taking
And if you're busy, I wouldn't mind taking
"Oh you wanna hang with old Eddie Kane?"
You wanna battle swing I bring commandin' men like I was king
Whatcha gonna do, kids are actin' ooohhh
And I say to myself, what a wonderful world
'Cuz my style's as old as a reptile

I got a head full of problems and a hand full of nappy roots
This land's your land, this land's my land

And the Angels write raps on holy paper
Yo Mona Lisa, could I get a date on Friday
Round up de posse Fugee comin' around de way
Never had to battle with a bullet proof vest
Round up de posse, Fugee comin' around de way
So if I die, catch me at the funeral
Yo, some nappy heads need to check they necks for red
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay

To a land where only God knows me
So come follow me to the land of Abraham
Ain't nuttin' wrong, snap your head to the song
I got tired of the fat lady so I sing to my own opera
Yes, yes, yes, well I'm a Libra y'all
Hill is gettin' fed up, yo where's the coporate at?
Doors locked stop drawer for the count who drops

'Cuz I've been rockin' ever since eighty two
A, rid, dang, de, dang, the nappy head bang
Hah, I got some of that lyrical
Well, I'm a Libra y'all
And if you're busy, I wouldn't mind taking
Nappy heads in the zone and we're not goin' home
Mona Lisa, could I get a date on Friday
They dancin', romancin', freakin' at night
My own clan is actin' up, I blame it on the Phillie blunt
Balang, balang, balang to de man de rock 'cuz I love thee

Assassination on the kid from the capitol
Hey, yo a battle is a battle but a battle's not a battle
Saturday, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
Yo, whashup?
The harder they come, the harder they fall, so come one come all

No disrespect to the West, true indeed
They call me cock weasel but I, still cave a chest
To spy on my girlfriend, that's right
Yo, hey, nappy head
I never play the soap opera but now I'm a General Hospital
I rock it to the East, the East is the seed
When I used to rock my Pumas
Say, Mona Lisa could I get a date on Friday
They dancin', romancin', freakin' at night
Cling to false also those papers say ock

if it's snake doesn't rattle
Don't stall or I'ma stick you like a voodoo doll

Check the square roots, Girbauds and Timberland boots
Saturday, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay

Out of Motorville land of the ill kill
To spy on my girlfriend, that's right
I wear my sunglasses at night
And if you're busy, I wouldn't mind taking
Yes, yes, y'all, well I'm a Libra y'all

Saturday, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay

Round up de posse, Fugee comin' round de way
Yes, yes, yes, a yes, yes, y'all

Nah, that's the serpents and know them garment tips
I said, I'm lookin' for Jesus, he said take the escalator
Bellsburg Viking so you know I'm top rankin' Phil
Now we on some new stuff, I never feared the Ku Kluk
Condition critical, spirit over who's the physical
A Mister Three Piece Suit
I don't puff so I always got my breath
Yo, Mona Lisa, could I get a date on Friday
In all your dreams I write the horror flick of Stephen King
Word is bond, you get wrong, I'll have you sing like Louis Armstrong
Some say who comin' like the yuma but save the rumor

But what the hell was so wonderful 'bout cotton in the farm
Peace to Mr. Magic, things are gettin' tragic
As slick as a new Nile, as new as a new child
Saturday, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
Well, I'm a Libra y'all

Nappy heads in the zone and we're not goin' home!
Whatchu got there?
Word?
The blacker the black man, the better the next man
So, Mona Lisa, could I get a date on Friday?
I was ordered to Code Red, but now I'm chillin' with 'A Few Good Men'
I, feel injection, put the to your skin feel reality's