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Track: How Many Mics
Artist: Fugees
Album: The Score (Expanded Edition)

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Name: Fugees
Spotify Genres: east coast hip hop
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The Fugees () are an American hip hop group formed in South Orange, New Jersey, in 1990. The trio of Wyclef Jean, Pras Michel, and Lauryn Hill was known for their fusion of hip hop, reggae, R&B, and funk; their socially conscious lyrics; and use of live instrumentation during their performances. Their sound stood apart during the gangsta rap-dominated era, as they became one of the most significant alternative hip hop acts. Their name, derived from "refugees", referenced Jean's immigrant background, Michel's Haitian heritage, and themes of resilience in their music, which occasionally incorporated Haitian Creole. After signing with Ruffhouse Records, an imprint of Columbia Records, in 1993, the Fugees released their debut album Blunted on Reality (1994). Initially met with modest sales, it gained traction as they built a reputation in local clubs and talent shows. Producer Salaam Remi remixed their songs "Nappy Heads" and "Vocab", with the former charting on the Billboard Hot 100, helping them gain underground recognition. Their second album, The Score (1996), was a massive commercial success, spawning the hit singles "Fu-Gee-La", "Ready or Not", and their reimagined version of "Killing Me Softly", which topped the charts in over 20 countries worldwide. The album peaked at number one on the Billboard 200, was certified 7× Platinum by the Recording Industry Association of America (RIAA), and was nominated for Album of the Year at the Grammy Awards, making it only the second rap album to receive the honor. According to The New York Times, its success placed the Fugees "at the forefront of pop music". At their peak, the Fugees collaborated with various artists, appearing on Simply Red's "Angel", and releasing "Rumble in the Jungle", which featured Busta Rhymes, A Tribe Called Quest and John Forté, both of which reached the top five on the UK Singles Chart. They also collaborated with Bounty Killer on the rap opera single "Hip-Hopera". In 1997, they performed what was the largest staged concert in Haitian history, becoming one of the country's most significant musical events. However, internal conflicts led to their disbandment later that year, with each member pursuing solo careers. They have reunited periodically, including for tours and live performances, such as their appearance in Dave Chappelle's Block Party (2005). The Fugees have won two Grammy Awards, a Brit Award for International Group, and the Medal of Honor from Haitian President René Préval. They are frequently ranked among the greatest rap groups, with Billboard stating that they "contributed to the diversification of Black identity in popular culture through potent rhymes that were equal parts conscious and commercially relevant". VH1 named them among the 50 Greatest Hip-Hop Artists (2003). The Score was included in Rolling Stone's 500 Greatest Albums, while "Ready or Not" was recognized as one of the Songs That Shaped Rock and Roll by the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame.

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LYRICS

Intro: Wyclef Jean
Pick up your microphones
Pick up your microphones
Chorus: Wyclef/Pras

How many mics do we rip on the daily
Say, me say many money say me say many many many
How many mics do we rip on the daily
Many money say me say many many many

Verse One: Lauryn Hill

I get mad frustrated when I rhyme
Thinkin of all them kids that try to do this for
all the wrong reasons Season change mad things
rearrange But it all stays the same like the love
doctor strange
I'm tame like the rapper get red like a snapper,
when they do that Got your whole block saying
true dat
If only they knew that, it was you who was
irregular Soldier soul for some secular muzac
that's whack
Plus you use that, loop, over and over
Claiming that you got a new style, your atempts
are futile, oooh child Your puerile, brain waves
are sterile You can't create you just wait to
take, my take Laced with malice, hands get
callous, from ripping microphones From here to
Dallas go ask Alice if you don't believe me I get
innovisions like Stevie
See me, a sin from the chalice, like the weed be
Indeed we like Kalid Mohammed MC's make me vomit
I get controversial, freaky style with no
rehearsal
Au contraire mon frere, don't you even go there
Me without a mike is like a beat without a snare
I dare to tear into your ego, we go, way back
Like some ganja and palequo or ColecoVision
My minds make incisions in your anatomy
And I back this with Deuteronomy or Leviticus
God made this word, you can't get with this
Sweet like licorice, dangerous like syphillis,
yeah

Chorus

Verse Two: Wyclef Jean

I used to be underrated, now I take iron, makes
my shit constipated I'm more concentrated, so on
my day off with David Sanonburg I play golf Run
through Crown Heights screaming out "Mazeltoff!"
Problem with noman before black I'm first hu-man
Appetite to write, like Frederick Douglass with a
slave hand Street pressure, word to papa I ain't
going under One day I have a label and make deals
with Tommy Mottola Mama always told me, "Your one
in a million, Always watch our back, never tango
with haitian-sicilians" Now I got a record deal,
how does it feel? I'm never gonna survive unless
I get crazy like Seal Cause the whole worlds' out
a order So at night the feins dance on grease
with John Travolta One got slaughtered as he
caught blood from his mouth The other tried to
duck and caught a left with my Guinness stout
Brother, brother can't you get this through your
head It's a setup by the feds, their scoping us
with their infrareds

Chorus

Verse Three: Prazwell

Too many MC's not enough mikes, exit your show
like I exit the turnpike Dice and dynomite like
Dolomite, double do's been like I don't Dick Van
Dyke Starlight to starbrite the freaks come out
at night Like my man Wyclef-"I wear my sunglasses
at night" And my ponage with martial encourage
Squash the squad and hide their bodies under my
garage And when the cops come lookin, I be bookin
to Brooklyn Beat the trails broken flipping
tokens to Hoboken A clean Getaway like Alec
Baldwin Driving in my fast car playing Tracy
Chapman

Chorus
Many, many money many many many
Many, many money, ha, ha, ha