The Beast Lyrics - Fugees

Fugees The Score cover art
publisher: ©Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
writers: Lauryn Hill, Pras Michel, Wyclef Jean
release date: 1996-2-12
genres: Hip Hop Funk / Soul
styles: Pop Rap/Bounce/Conscious
length: 5:38
producer: Lauryn Hill and Wyclef Jean
lead vocals: Pras Michel, Lauryn Hill and Wyclef Jean
mixer: Bassy Bob Brockmann
engineer: Warren Riker
recording engineer: Wyclef Jean and Warren Riker
co-producer: Pras Michel and Jerry Duplessis
turntable: The Vibe Chemist Backspin
composer: Pras Michel, Lauryn Hill, Wyclef Jean
Warn the town the beast is loose

Conflicts with night sticks
Illegal sales districts
Hand-picked lunatics, keep poli-TRICK-cians rich
Heretics push narcotics amidst its risks and frisks
Cool cliques throw bricks but seldom hit targets
Private-DIC sell hits, like porno-flicks do chicks
The 666 cut W.I.C. like Newt Gingrich SUCKS ****

Meanwhile the government brings Star Wars from Glocks to glockers
C.O.P. has an APB out on Chewbacca
Mista Mayor, can I say something in yo honor
Yesterday in Central Park they got the Jogger
Okay, okay
Let's get the confusion straight in ghetto Gotham
The man behind the mask you thought was Batman is Bill Clinton
Who soon retire, the roof is on fire
Connie Chung brung the bomb as it comes from Oklahoma
Things are getting serious, Kuumbaya
On a mountain Satan offered me, Manhattan help me Jah Jah
You can't search me without probable cause
Or that proper ammunition they call reasonable suspicion
Listen I bring friction to your whole jurisdiction
You planted seeds in my seat when I wasn't lookin
Now you ask me for my license registration
"WHERE THE ****" do I work
"WHAT THE ****" is my occupation
Well I'm an MC, I'm down with the Fugees
Mother Mary caught a flashback like Rodney now the cops got Lolly

The subconscious psychology that you use against me
If I lose control will send me to the penitentiary
Such as Alcatraz, or shot up like al Hajj Malik Shabazz
High class get bypassed while my *** gets harassed
And the fuzz treat bruh's like they manhood never was
And if you too powerful, you get bugged like Peter Tosh and Marley was
And my word does nothing against the feds
So my eyes stay red as I chase crazy bald heads, word up!

Warn the town the beast is loose

The chase is on I feel like the bad guy
Fifth gear 125 like New Jersey drive
Looked in my rear view mirror
Police was getting closer
Heard a roar in the sky
Looked up and saw the Blue Thunder
My inner conscious says throw your handkerchief and surrender
But to who
The star spangled banner ooh
Say can't you see cops more crooked than we
By the dawn's early night robbin' *****s for keys
Easy low key crooked military
Pay taxes out my *** but they still harass me

The streets of corruption got me bustin and cussin' in the Concrete Jungle
Thoughts being dribbled like that tall kid Mutumbo
Handled by Hannibal
Suitable to be a fugitive like Dr. Kimble
(Ay yo should I slow down?)
Nah kid go faster
Just cause they got a badge, they could still be impostors
Probable cause, got flaws like dirty draws
Meet me at the corner store so we can start the street wars

Warn the town the beast is loose

Lyrics licensed by
CD 1
  • 1 Red Intro
  • 2 How Many Mics
  • 3 Ready or Not
  • 4 Zealots
  • 5 The Beast
  • 6 Fu‐Gee‐La
  • 7 Family Business
  • 8 Killing Me Softly
  • 9 The Score
  • 10 The Mask
  • 11 Cowboys
  • 12 No Woman, No Cry
  • 13 Manifest/Outro
  • 14 Fu‐Gee‐La (Refugee Camp remix)
  • 15 Fu‐Gee‐La (Sly & Robbie mix)
  • 16 Mista Mista
  • 17 Fu‐Gee‐La (Refugee Camp Global mix)