The Score
Fugees Lyrics
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Rum to the ripple
Single
But at times I come in triple
Blaow, blaow put the heater to your head
Now your dead
Wyclef don't give a *beep* if you're dead
Raaaaah, raaaah
You in the wrong neighborhood, check the map
Hooo, you've got to go for backup
To do what you gotta do
So you'll be back with France CU
Traitor in your crew is mafo heat
Put the poison in your tea
And kill the toad, But I'll be back with the centipede
I'm on some new technique, drunken bamboo
Awoo hoo a hoo, I'm taking all crews what
Competition, stimulation for the rap man
Losers check your tooters
While I'm suckin' on your girls hooters
Don't play macho, while you got the gun
Cause if you got to reload
Wyclef the multi-talented
Average heads can't handle it
I'll bring it to you live
Only if you want it
Me and my guitar go back like the days of the R MC's
The W-Y-C-L-E-F, Wyclef
Through any contest
I'm victorious
Still keep it real, if you will and manifest
Through your skills, not by how many shells you peel
I'm a bring down the ruckus
Play the nutcracker
Rough-neck rednecks make me no bother
Time after time, ask Cyndi Lauper
Boss, you don't want to fuckk with my partners
Motion, commotion, what's your proposal
Uphold two-fold, the crew is disposal
Like utensil, false idental
I autograph my lyrics with a number 2 pencil
I'm the L, Won't you pull it
Straight to the head
With the speed of a bullet
Cuttin' jokers off at the meeky-freeky gullet
Lyrical sedative, keep niggas medative
Head rushers I give to creative kids and fiends
Dreams of euphoria
Aurora
To another galaxy
Phallic-sy
Be this microphone, but get lifted
Lyrically I'm gifted
Burn on in without the roach clip (it)
Henders, mind-bender
Pleasure sender
So frequently your nerve endings belong to me
Wrongfully you put me down not receiving the full capacity of my smoke
Wack niggas choke
From the fumes that I emote
Or emit shit
See even I feel the mahogany L
Natural hallucinogen
Turning boys to men again
With estrogen dreams
Release blues, yellows and greens
From Brownsville to Queens
I creep like a theif, no doubt the man's swift
I'm more magnificent than Lee Van Cleef
You stand stiff and got the nerve to let your man riff
And start flakin' like dandruff
C'mon son my steelo's tight
Cause by far I'm the best producer on the mic
Born to write, analytical conceptions
With precision and leave lyrical incisions
The lyrics of The Score by Fugees are dense and packed with layered meanings, evocative metaphors, and skillful wordplay. The song opens with a warning to other rappers, as Wyclef Jean spits rhymes about his ability to come in triple, unleash his heater, and kill anyone in his way. He is unapologetic about his aggression and his willingness to attack like a black cat. But as the verse progresses, he veers into more surreal territory, rapping about new techniques like drunken bamboo, taking all crews, and sucking on girls' hooters. His words are both menacing and playful, chaotic and controlled, reflecting the complex and contradictory character of hip-hop itself.
As the song continues, Wyclef Jean and the other members of Fugees trade off verses, each one showcasing their unique styles and personalities. They rap about everything from their artistic process (autographing their lyrics with a number 2 pencil) to their willingness to take on all challengers (Wyclef proclaims himself victorious through any contest). The chorus repeats the line "The score will never be even" like a mantra, emphasizing the competitive nature of rap and the constant struggle to be on top. The whole song is a tour-de-force of wordplay, flow, and musicality, showcasing the immense talents of one of the greatest hip-hop groups of all time.
Line by Line Meaning
Look into the rhyme
Pay close attention to the lyrics
Rum to the ripple
Drinking alcohol leads to consequences
Single
I am only one person
But at times I come in triple
I may act like three people at certain times
Blaow, blaow put the heater to your head
I am threatening you with a gun
Now your dead
You are now deceased
Wyclef don't give a *beep* if you're dead
I do not care that you are dead
Raaaaah, raaaah
Angry aggressive sound effect
Let me attack just like the black cat
I will attack like a predator
You in the wrong neighborhood, check the map
You are in the wrong place
Hooo, you've got to go for backup
You must get help
To do what you gotta do
To do what is necessary
So you'll be back with France CU
You will come back with reinforcements
Traitor in your crew is mafo heat
There is a traitor in your group
Put the poison in your tea
I will poison you
And kill the toad, But I'll be back with the centipede
I will eliminate the weak link and return with a stronger force
I'm on some new technique, drunken bamboo
I have a new approach, like a martial artist
Awoo hoo a hoo, I'm taking all crews what
I am dominating all competitors
Competition, stimulation for the rap man
Rivalry motivates me
Losers check your tooters
Losers should examine their musical instruments
While I'm suckin' on your girls hooters
I am entertaining your significant other
Don't play macho, while you got the gun
Do not act tough when you have a weapon
Cause if you got to reload
Reloading makes you vulnerable
Wyclef the multi-talented
I have many skills
Average heads can't handle it
Most people cannot match my abilities
I'll bring it to you live
I will perform for you in person
Only if you want it
If you are interested
Me and my guitar go back like the days of the R MC's
I have a long history with my musical instrument
The W-Y-C-L-E-F, Wyclef
My name is Wyclef
Through any contest
In any competition
I'm victorious
I always come out on top
Still keep it real, if you will and manifest
I remain authentic and true to myself
Through your skills, not by how many shells you peel
Success comes from your talent, not your ammunition
I'm a bring down the ruckus
I am going to cause disruption
Play the nutcracker
I am ruthless
Rough-neck rednecks make me no bother
I am not intimidated by tough individuals
Time after time, ask Cyndi Lauper
You can ask anyone how often I am successful
Boss, you don't want to fuckk with my partners
You do not want to mess with my associates
Motion, commotion, what's your proposal
What do you want to do?
Uphold two-fold, the crew is disposal
We are prepared to take down your group
Like utensil, false idental
As common and disposable as cutlery
I autograph my lyrics with a number 2 pencil
I write my own lyrics the old-fashioned way
I'm the L, Won't you pull it
I am the one to watch
Straight to the head
I am direct
With the speed of a bullet
I am fast
Cuttin' jokers off at the meeky-freeky gullet
I am getting rid of the weak links
Lyrical sedative, keep niggas medative
My lyrics have a calming effect
Head rushers I give to creative kids and fiends
My music energizes young creative people and drug addicts
Dreams of euphoria
I inspire happy thoughts
Aurora
I am a bright light
To another galaxy
My music takes people to another world
Phallic-sy
My music is sexually suggestive
Be this microphone, but get lifted
Use this microphone and become high
Lyrically I'm gifted
I am naturally talented as a lyricist
Burn on in without the roach clip (it)
Smoke to the end, without wasting any
Henders, mind-bender
My lyrics are hypnotic
Pleasure sender
My music brings joy
So frequently your nerve endings belong to me
My fans are dedicated to me
Wrongfully you put me down not receiving the full capacity of my smoke
You underestimate my abilities
Wack niggas choke
Less talented rappers cannot keep up
From the fumes that I emote
From the emotions that I express
Or emit shit
Or the things that I put out
See even I feel the mahogany L
I even burn out sometimes
Natural hallucinogen
My music has a powerful effect on the mind
Turning boys to men again
My music is transformative
With estrogen dreams
My music creates a dream-like state
Release blues, yellows and greens
My music evokes different emotions
From Brownsville to Queens
My music is popular throughout New York
I creep like a theif, no doubt the man's swift
I move quickly and deceive people
I'm more magnificent than Lee Van Cleef
I am better than a famous actor
You stand stiff and got the nerve to let your man riff
You are acting tough with your friends
And start flakin' like dandruff
Then you become scared
C'mon son my steelo's tight
My style is impressive
Cause by far I'm the best producer on the mic
I am the best in the rap game
Born to write, analytical conceptions
I was born to create, and to analyze the world
With precision and leave lyrical incisions
I make my message clear and unforgettable
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: Lauryn Hill, Nel Jean, Samuel Michel, Patrick Patterson, Steve Scipio
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
@marekladicky4128
One of the best albums ever released
@OsirisMalkovich
Still one of the greatest tracks of all time
@DEADD-MANN
#AllFacts
@nowwhat33
Most brilliant album, ever!
ETA: even beats Pink Floyd.
@UpJumpsDaParty
Point of correction : ALBUMS!
@nowwhat33
@@UpJumpsDaParty you mean the Fugees and Pink Floyd, right?
@heavenill4617
For you maybe,
To me Family Business is much better,
Cuz it's never guaranteed that you see the next day !!!!!!!!!!!!
@tonybennett5214
I forgot how amazing this album is. Top 50 all time
@originterran
top 3
@CheeriosBox_
Easily top 50 of all genres. Top 10 hip-hop album.