Fugees - "Ready Or Not"

["Ready Or Not" was the third single to be taken from the Fugees' blockbuster second album, and might be the strongest of the bunch... A killer Lauryn Hill vocal hook (lifted from a Delfonics hit) and an instrumental track rich in atmosphere (partially due to the unlikely use of an Enya sample) set up individual verses that are by turns impressionistic (Wyclef), confrontational (Lauryn), and just plain strange (Pras). The beat rumbles steadily along, providing rock-solid foundation beneath the delerious fog of words and the razor-sharp melody fighting to keep the darkness at bay.]

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

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 pellet guns 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

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 Gore-tex 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
Voodoo
I can do what you do, easy, believe me
Frontin' niggas give me heebie jeebies
So while you're imitating Al Capone
I'll be Nina Simone
And defecating on your microphone

(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)

Ready or not, refugees takin' over
The Buffalo Soldier, dreadlock rasta
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

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...