I recently revisited The Score (via iPod) and by and large, it still holds up.
Will mainstream hip-hop ever again see a potent trio as The Fugees? Listening to Wyclef, Pras and the inimitable Lauryn Hill effortlessly drop lyrical missives and “capture your bounty like Eliot Ness," it makes one realize that there will likely never ever be a hip hop crew of two dudes and a hot chick to bring the commercial fire like New Jersey’s finest did in 1996.
The Funky Snob was no doubt down with the "Fu-Gee-La," appreciated the Roberta Flack jack of “Killin’ Me Softly” and feened off the ill Enya sample in “Ready or Not” – but really dug underrated joints like “The Mask” and especially "How Many Mics"...
Fugees - How Many Mics
...where Lauryn serves up perhaps one of the best hip-hop verses of all time (just a taste):
I get controversial
Freak your style with no rehearsal
Ooo, contraire mon frere
Don't you even go there
Me without a mic is like a beat without a snare
I dare to tear into your ego,
We go, way back like some ganja and pelequo
Or Coleco-Vision
My mind makes incisions in your anatomy
And I'll back this with Deuteronomy
Or Leviticus, God made this word
You can't get with this
Sweet like licorice,
Dangerous like syphillis, yeah.
Nuts. Speaking of nuts…
Um...
Ms. Hill, please come back. Get your act together.
The rap game needs you.
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