Hoy toca otro grupo muerto. Bueno, más que muerto, separado. Aunque sus tres componentes, también conocidos como «refugees» (refugiados), han tenido excelentes carreras por separado: Lauryn Hill, Wyclef Jean y Pras Michel.
Os dejo con este soul hiphopero para empezar mañana el mes de julio. ¿Estáis preparados o no?:
Letra:
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Ready Or Not, Here I come, You Can’t Hide
Gonna Find You and take it Slowly
Ready Or Not, Here I Come, You Can’t Hide
Gonna Find You and Make you want me.(Wyclef Jean)
Now that I escape, sleepwalker awake
Those who could relate know the world ain’t cake
Jail bars ain’t golden gates
Those who fake, they break,
When they meet their 400 pound mate
If I could rule the world
Everyone would have a gun in the ghetto of course
When giddyupin’ on their horse
I Kick a rhyme drinkin’ moonshine
I pour a sip on the concrete, for the deceased
But no don’t weep, Wyclef’s in a state of sleep
Thinkin’ ‘bout the robbery that I did last week.
Money in the bag, banker looked like a drag
I want to play with pelicans from here to Baghdad
Gun blast, think fast, I think I’m hit
My girl pinched my hips to see if I still exist.
I think not, I’ll send a letter to my friends,
A born again hooligan only to be king again.[estribillo]
I play my enemies like a game of chess, where I rest,
No stress
If you don’t smoke sess, lest.
I must confess, my destiny’s manifest
In some Goretex and sweats I make treks like I’m homeless
Rap orgies with Porgy and Bess,
Capture your bounty like Elliot Ness, Yes
Bless you if you represent the Fu
But I’ll hex you with some witch’s brew if you’re Doo Doo
Voo Doo,
I can do what you do, easy, BELIEVE ME
Frontin’ niggas give me hee-bee-gee-bees
So while you’re imitating Al Capone
I’ll be Nina Simone
And defacating on your microphone.[estribillo]
You can’t run away
From these styles I got, oh baby, hey baby
Cause I got a lot, oh yeah
And anywhere you go
My whole crew’s gonna know
You can’t hide from the block, oh no.(Pras Michel)
Ready or not, refugees takin’ over
The Buffalo soldier, dread-lock rhasta
On the twelfth hour, fly by in my bomber
Crews run for cover, now they’re under pushin’ up flowers
Superfly true lies, do or die,
Toss me high – only puff la,
With my crew from lock high
I refugee from Guantanamo Bay
Dance around the border like I’m Cassius Clay[estribillo]