Boof Baf Fugees (Ft. Christopher "Spida" Boswell)

[Verse 1: Wyclef Jean]
I'm Chill-Master-Nell of a thousand MC's
But how are you gonna tell the real rappers from these phonies?
'Cause these days, everyone wanna deal with a record company
They go home, they write a rhyme
They think they ready to battle Wyclef
Some write forward, some write backward
I wait for them to get jiggy then catch 'em in reverse, yo
With a verse that's worse than the last one
Some say BOOF! Even though you used to diss Jamaicans
And Haitians 'cause you thought I was American
Ay, Pras, remember that song they sang? (Yeah)
(Go back to Jamaica, what's good is what's new)
But now we Boof Baf the knuckles with the Tranzlator Crew laaaaa

[Verse 2: Pras]
I'm from the Island, the island I'm from is the Strong Island
MC's must be wacked when I syke from lack of freestylin'
Mind must be sharp until my holler girl, I get all in
Black stylin', wildin', Boof'll be trappin'
When they come to Battery Sound, see they shoes flappin'
Huh! Coolin' while I'm rappin'

[Refrain: Wyclef Jean]
(Boof Baf) Another son gonna die
(Boof Baf) If a boy just come try
(Boof Baf) Another son gonna die
(Boof Baf) If a boy just come try