Lauryn Hill
Yo, this is the Fugees
Refugees
About to take you on a journey
Into the dimensions of the Booka basement
The basement, word
Uhh
Hey yo, one two three! The crew is called Re-Fu-Ge-ee-es
An if yu come fa tes the rap stylee
Stop the violence and just bring it on, willld
One Lauryn Hill
Hey yo I, feel kind of melancholy people think they really know me
I keep a wrap about me while Im driving daddys Audi
I pay the toll fighting for my own soul
Cause the bourgeoise type of mental sucks like a flat comb
But I be baitin the rebel base to bass distort the EQ
The devils wishin they could send me back to Mogadishu
Cause Ive been wild since I was a juvenile
Afro-centric profile, back when righteous rap was your style
Now kids are whylin so I ask the bad black
Boogie bandit, whats the damage, gimme the estimate then
Pray tell me whens the revolution will begin?
I turn on my TV I check out Farrakhan on CNN see
Im like the phantom thats flying like the bird do
And things you never heard plus I come from the suburbs
Word to God, I heard youre acting kind of hard
And you got your skin scarred when they was shootin on the boulevard
You got the vocab I got the vocab
On the real got the vocab You know we got the vocab
All my peeps got the vocab Yeah, we got the vocab
Aiyyo Praz, grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab
Two Prazwell
Then cast off from here to Mexico
You see my four-five-six a-be my Celo
And when I rest my head is on a pillow
Be-ba-dee-be, be-dee-be, be-dee-be-bo
You see the skills I manifest is very tho-rough
And if you dont believe me ask Freres Ja-cques
Mmmm, Freres Jacques, Freres Jacques
A dorme vous? A dorme vous?
WATCH OUT NOW! When I choose to speak
Im forming the cipher fly East to the Five Percenter
Knowledge is born, to all beginners
Cast the first stone, if you feel you aint a sinner, ahh
Say o-ur father, who art in heaven
Forgive the foolish rapper for he not know how Fugee be steppin
Correct and, stopped and kept in, nuff respect to the
DJ, that be selectin, the type of record ahhh
You got the vocab I got the vocab
The clicks got the vocab You know they got vocab
Brooklyn got the vocab We got the vocab
Aiyyo Clef grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab
Three Wyclef
Check it out, here we go
Back in Eighty-TREE, no one wanted to be NAPPY
I turn on my TV, its a dreadlock for FREE
Kill the gimmick
Its nonsense, its no sense or value
A rapper, disaster, nobody ever told me that
Roxanne, you dont got to work for money no more!… and…
Back in the days I used to listen to Kool G Rap
Way back when before guns became gats and
Run-D.M.C. used to ask Mary was she buggin?
I loved P.E., they kept me concious of what I was saying
Afrika Bambaata, Poor Righteous Teacher
Got within myself so it made me a Five Percenter
Say La-Di-Da-Di, UHH! we like to party but
My jam was BDP, with My Philosophy
Say Grandmaster Flash, MC Melle Mel
Then LL Cool J came with Rock the Bells!
See Im the one for the crew, like a Jew is a Jew
Like Apollo got the moon, like the men who got the blue
Like the Fu got the Manchu, Chaka got the Zulu
Hawaii got the Honolulu
I got the rap lieu, so skippedy-de-bop-bop you dont stop
You do the rock-rock from hip-hop through be-bop
From be-bop to bee-bee
You got the vocab I got the vocab
Boogie Down got the vocab You know they got the vocab
Black people got the vocab Word, we got the vocab
Aiyyo peeps, grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab
You got the vocab Yeahh, we got the vocab
Queens got the vocab You know yall got the vocab
Uptown got the vocab Yeahh, they got the vocab
Aiyyo, bros grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab
DC got the vocab Word, yall got the vocab
Virginia got the vocab Aiyy, I know yall got the vocab
Oakland got the vocab Word, they got the vocab
Aiyyo, sisters grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab