.(Refugee, Refugee, uh)
We used to be number ten
Now we permanent one
In the battle lost my finger, mic became my arm
Pistol nozzle hits your nasal, blood becomes lukewarm
Tell the woman be easy naah squeeze the charmin'
Test Wyclef, see death flesh get scorned
Beat y.
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