Текст песни Temple - Fugees
(Intro/Chorus:
Wyclef
Jean)
Delivered
straight
from
the
temple
Hip-hop
ya
don't
stop
One
o'
clock,
two
o'
clock,
three
o'
clock,
ROCK!
(Lauryn
Hill)
Well
as
an
infant
I
was
born
into
religion
My
mother
called
me
back
- this
brother
she
forgot
to
mention
Was
just
one
baptist
- me!
The
stories
o'
God
sent
His
only
forgotten
sooonnn
who
gave
his
life
To
make
sure
that
I
would
have
one
As
I
learned
in
Sunday
School,
he's
got
to
care
Of
who's
ready
to
disrespect,
my
mother
and
father
would
be
Taboo
But
as
I
grew,
I
met
a
Jew,
a
Catholic
And
the
pastor
just
couldn't
figure
out
where
baptist
fit
Hastily
ya
paid
me
that'cha
make
me
sing
Brother
has
confronted
me,
mister
(?)
I
get
Jehovah,
a
Buddha
or
shall
I
call
you
Adder
Or
though
rich
for
tellin'
me
brother
I
just
like
to
be
a
scholar
on
the
subject
called
realogy
So
that's
how
I
might
figure
Why
they
call
themselves
Christians,
ya
still
call
me
nigga
And
off
to
store
a
black
hole
leaves
no
control
over
thought
I
leave
my
body
to
see
the
pits
Go
high
when
the
physical
takes
control
No
communications
with
the
inner
stealth
The
prize
is
the
up
the
wise,
wise
who
has
a
spiritual
health
Now
to
explain
they
had
the
problems/visions
of
gettin'
along
with
herself
She
bought
a
corner,
cornered
herself
and
becomes
a
mourner
Logic
brothers...
(Ahhh,
yo
sister
can
Praswell
and
Wyclef
get
some,
check
it
out)
(Chorus:
Wyclef
Jean)
Delivered
straight
from
the
temple
Hip-hop
ya
don't
stop
One
o'
clock,
two
o'
clock,
three
o'
clock,
ROCK!
(Wyclef
Jean)
Delivered
straight
from
the
(TEMPLE),
I
had
no
time
to
(SAMPLE)
My
cousin's
name
was
(SAMUEL),
I
wasn't
allowed
to
use
the
turntables
My
dad
was
a
preacher,
so
rap
music
was
your
devilism
And
if
it
wasn't
say:
Thank
You
Lord,
I
couldn't
listen
So
why
you
s-sneak
to
listen
to
DJ
Red
Alert?
To
check
the
competition,
a
DJ
Red
Alert
goes
berserk
Cause
as
a
young
lad,
I
had
a
big
rap
pad
Cause
he
who
wanted
to
practice
would
someday
be
the
greatest
guy
So
I
checked
them
as
they
flippin'
sometimes
They're
not
flippin',
they
think
they
rippin'-rappin'
The
only
rappin'
they
doin'
is
in
they
room
before
they
packin'
You
gained
the
world
sucker,
but
you
lost
your
soul
(The
devil
approach
you
us,
all
you
do
is
tell
a
foe)
Life
after
death
could
be
eternal
fire
So
some
get
blunted
but
you're
back
all
on
this
when
it's
all
over
Mama
said
that
blunt
was
a
stunt
to
the
brain
So
some
say:
I
don't
smoke
but
on
a
sneak-tip
he
sniff
coke
He
won
the
lotto
but
now
he
dies
of
an
overdose
While
the
bum
he
picked
a
hole
to
sleep
he
wanted
a
deep
throat
So
ask
yourself
the
question:
Who's
really
maxin'?
Cause
some
check
in
but
don't
check
out
and
either
Hell
or
Heaven
high
But
to
some
Earth
is
Hell
and
Heaven's
death
So
they
predict
to
be
Haiti's
and
kill
till
there's
nothin'
left,
hah
But
I'ma
hit
with
a
gun,
that's
harder
than
all
guns
Mic
check
from
the
temple,
check
the
Tech
(And
start
the
nuzzle
to
get
wreck)
Can
I
get
a
witness?
(Check
the
Tech)
Get
wreck
(Check
the
Tech),
check
the
Tech
(And
start
the
nuzzle
to
get
wreck),
can
I
get
a
witness?
(Check
the
Techs),
here
we
go
yo
Well
I
arrive
let
me
tell
you
what
I
see
in
my
third
eye
Many
die
they
call
a
battle,
they
got
crucified
Justice,
is
righteous,
in
the
eyes
of
the
beholder
While
the,
younger
the
better
but
the,
older
the
wiser
Mama
used
to
read
in
deep
from
the
book
of
powers
But
the
bird
said
the
word
was
absurd,
have
ya
heard?
Knowledge
- I
come
to
teach
while
I
increase
ya
decrease
Some
say
peace,
but
on
a
street
a
.45's
my
piece
(Pras)
Hallelujah,
hallelujah,
praise
me
two
things
Try
all
my
cheap
- COME!
On
the
nineteenth
of
October
I
remember
Startin'
my
life
as
a
natural
leaver
Cause
I
lick
one-two-three-four-five-six-seven
shots
While
any
priest
here
builds
his
church
on
a
solid
rock,
hit
me
So
feel
the
spirit
comin'
from
the
Heaven
above
(Ay,
Pras,
how
could
you
be
a
hood
in
full
of
so
much
love?)
I
said:
On
every
man
chest
there
breathes
a
heart
Hip-hop
where
it
starts,
I
tried
to
master
the
art,
come
on!
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