"Temple" lyrics - 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 baptist but what she forgot to mention
Was just what baptist meant, the story goes god sent
His only begotten son who gave his life
To make sure that I would have one
As I learned in Sunday School
Is God took care of fools, and ready to disrespect
My mother and father would be Taboo
But as I grew, I met a Jew, a Catholic
And a protestant and couldn't figure out where baptist fit
Hastily ya paid me that'cha make me see
Brother has confronted me with such ambiguity
Are you Jehovah, or Buddha, or shall I call you Allah
All the words for heavenly father
I just like to be a scholar on the subject called theology
So that time I figure
While they call themselves Christians, ya still call me nigga
And off a store a black hole leaves no control over thought
I leave my body to see why the physical habit, the physical takes control
No communications with the inner self
The prize is the up the wise, wise who has the spiritual health
Now to explain to the average brother, visions of gettin' along with herself
Cheap on the corner, cornered herself and becomes a mourner
Logic brothers...
(Ah, 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 turntable
My dad was a preacher, so rap music was your devilism
And if it wasn't sayin': 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 'em 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!