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Nappy Heads
Fugees Lyrics

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Why am I trapped in a cage?
(The nappy heads are comin' out)
Barber can I get a fade?
(The nappy heads are comin' out)
Teacher teacher check my grades
(The nappy heads are comin' out)
I grab the mic in a rage

You maintain to put a negro in pain you used to diss me
"You sure you wanna hang with old Eddie Kane?"
Ain't nothin' wrong, so snap your head to the song
Word is bond, you get wrong, I'll have you sing like Louis Armstrong
And I say to myself, what a wonderful world
But what the fuck was so wonderful
'Bout picking cotton on a farm
The harder they come, the harder they fall
So come one come all
Don't stall or I'ma stick you like a voodoo doll
Doors locked stop draw for the count, who drops?
Out of hooterville land of the ill kill
Bellsburg Viking so you know I'm top ranking Phil
Some say newcomer like the yuma but save the rumor
'Cause I've been rockin' ever since eighty-three
When I used to rock my pumas
Rap, narcotic psychotic, so hear the statistic
One out of ten, I'm passin' the mic next time I'll get wicked
Heard the man who went before, got intimated
You tried to gas me up, too much gas, you got intoxicated
You wasn't ready for the realin', dealin', chillin'
Wyclef, no competition when I'm bringin' pure death
I'm jumpin' like a monkey to get mines off
A-from a caterpillar, to the mic moth

(The nappy heads are comin' out)
Teacher teacher check my grades
(The nappy heads are comin' out)
I coulda sworn I had an a
(The nappy heads are comin' out)
I grab the mic in a rage

You put, one and one together now you think you a rapper
Baseball cap backward, forearms swingin' like a hip-hopper
You do the rhyme, thinkin no one can stop ya
I be the followin' that chop ya down as I clock ya, hah
When I say five-oh, I mean fifty not guns or cops
Now here's the heavyweight knocker, the freedom fighter
Natural rhythm rock a mic I always rhyme I'm never drinkin' vodka
Any old style, I throw it in a locker

Well I'm a Gucci rocker, I never drank no vodka
Me got no bag of cheeba cause I never had a knocker
My cousin's name was Shaka, for short we called him 'aka
I flip it on wack MC's because to me they flow like caca

You boogie move the groove, nothing to prove you lose
Your style remind of yesterday, old news
Sad sung blues who's, chose the one to feel the pain
Or bring the cane, tick-tock I come to pick your lock
It's not for capital gain
So watch out for the remain, or cry from bloodstain
Bustin' nuts, bustin' style
Getti'n buckwild some think I'm the descendant of a wilder child
Comin on the mic, from a higher level
Broke is no joke, choke the hell out of the devil

(The nappy heads are comin' out)
What about Martin?
(The nappy heads are comin' out)
What about Malcolm?
(The nappy heads are comin' out)
Rosa Parks?
(The nappy heads are comin' out)
You hung a man after dark
(The nappy heads are comin' out)
Cease the violence!
(The nappy heads are comin' out)

Yo who got the power, to make a man raise from the dead?
Some said that it was Jesus, they said he was a natty dread
But I don't mean to confuse a world that's confused
Mind's atomic, so like a bomb, let me drop it
Can't get too deep, 'cause some sleep while I wake
In a dream that's made of wine but let me bring it back to grapes
Teacher, explain the parable, it's simple
It's easier for the camel to go through the eye of a needle
Than for you to enter the kingdom, or battle
And walk away, with the title when I get, brutal
Feelings are mutual so sign your life, to prudential
Don't even flinch, the other becomin' spiritual
There's six million ways to die but choose four
'Cause I can still be in the desert buttnaked and be hardcore!

When I say sexy that means pump your fist
Remember Moses people, this is Exodus
Don't try to stop this, the force comes from Genesis
Them who did us wrong, ask the lord for forgiveness
The land that I'm from ain't the land of the dumb
We droppin' the bass drum, then we
You can't kill the battle with a horn, blam blam, silly Joshua
So march to St. Lawrence
Yo march I got your back, march!

Crown heights (the nappy heads are comin' out)
Cease the violence (the nappy heads are comin' out)
A moment of silence (the nappy heads are comin' out)
For those who died (the nappy heads are comin' out)
Public enemy (the nappy heads are comin' out)
Number one (the nappy heads are comin' out)
Fredric Douglass (the nappy heads are comin' out)
Harriet Tubman (the nappy heads are comin' out)
Aristide (the nappy heads are comin' out)
Bob Marley (the nappy heads are comin' out)
Prazwell (the nappy heads are comin' out)
To my man Khalid (the nappy heads are comin' out)

Now, speak of resistance, we're nappy heads
Rhymes, kinks, braids and dreads
The mother of creation, epitome of creativity, yeah
And keep your heads nappy

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Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Fugees' song "Nappy Heads" are a powerful commentary on the experiences of black individuals in the United States. The repeated phrase "The nappy heads are comin' out" signifies a reclaiming of blackness and a rejection of societal pressures to conform to Eurocentric standards of beauty. The lyrics also touch on themes of education, institutional oppression, and historical trauma. The lines "What the fuck was so wonderful/ 'Bout picking cotton on a farm" shed light on the horrific legacy of slavery, while the references to Martin Luther King Jr., Malcolm X, and Rosa Parks are a reminder of the ongoing fight for justice and equality.

The lyrics are delivered in a rapid-fire flow, with each member of Fugees taking turns on the mic. The wordplay and allusions are complex and require careful listening to fully grasp. The song's beats, produced by Salaam Remi, are equally intense, incorporating samples from reggae, funk, and soul music.

Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Kool And The Gang, Lauryn Hill, Rashad R Muhammad, Samuel Prakazrel Michel, Sherry Scott, Wyclef Jean

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Most interesting comment from YouTube:


+Brendaw Nashawati dude, you just brought tears to my eyes. I WANT THIS CLASSIC BACK.
I grew up in an avg size town in italy and kids my age were laughing at me cuz i used to take the train and go 2 hours away from my home town where there was a nato base. and because of that, a guy had the brilliant idea to open a record store where you could buy all the dope stuff that was on in US. that's where i started to get into pharcyde, disable planet, talib kweli, digital underground, scarface, etc.

I started a trend. close ppl to me were grateful because i introduced them to sth unique and super kool. we are all nostalgic. when i moved to london uk, that's where i got a deep immersion in the environment and man, those were the good years. move to canada after, i've never had the same quality and feeling i had when i was in london.

and nowadays, when my ears hear stuff like drake or others, my brain asks for mercy.

i would pay whatever just to go back to the 90s.

i want rap pages, i want MTV yo raps. had to go beyond my reach to manage to have a taste of this back in the day. Italy, back then, wasn't aware of all this goodness but someone i always managed to satisfy my thirst.


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The beat sounds so soft but hard at the same time. Such a classic song.


Foreal its that smooth base and hard drums


Most 90's hip-hop beats in a nutshell


That was the beauty of the 90s


sounds like a wu tang beat



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Wyclef was the best and making up insanely catchy choruses that make absolutely no sense.




Too you 🥶🙏🏿😩😂😂😂


Lmao they really were catchy as hell, but didn’t make no sense 🧐😂

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