Yo, this is the Fugees, refugees about to take you on a Into the dimensions of The Basement, The Basement, word Hey yo, one two three, the is called ReFugees And if you fa tes the rap stylee Stop the violence and just bring it on,
Hey yo I, feel kind of people think they really know me I keep a wrap me while I'm driving daddy's Audi I pay the toll for my own soul 'Cause the bourgeoisie type of sucks like a flat comb
But I be baitin' the rebel base to bass the EQ The devil's they could send me back to Mogadishu Cause I've been wild since I was a Afro-centric profile, back when rap was your style
Now kids are whylin' so I ask the bad Boogie bandit, what's the damage, the estimate then Pray tell me when's the will begin? I turn on my TV, I out Farrakhan on CNN see
I'm like the phantom that's flyin' like the do And you never heard plus I come from the suburbs Word to God, I heard acting kind of hard And you got your skin scarred when they was on the boulevard
(You got the vocab) I got the (Underground got the vocab) You know we got the (All my got the vocab) Yeah, we got the Praz, grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab
Then cast off from to Mexico You see my a-be my Celo And I rest my head is on a pillow Be-ba-dee-be, be-dee-be,
You see the skills I manifest is tho-rough And if you don't believe me ask Freres Freres Jacques, Jacques A vous? A dorme vous?
Watch out now when I to speak I'm forming the cipher fly East to the Five Knowledge is born, to all Cast the first stone, if you feel you a sinner, ah
Say, our Father, who art in Forgive the foolish rapper for he not how Fugee be steppin' and, stopped and kept in, nuff respect to the DJ, be selectin', the type of record ah
(You got the vocab) I got the (The got the vocab) You know they got (Brooklyn got the vocab) We got the Aiyyo Clef the mic and show you got the gift of gab
Check it out, we go in Eighty-three, no one wanted to be nappy I turn on my TV, it's a for free Kill the gimmick it's nonsense, it's no or value
A rapper, disaster, nobody ever me that "Roxanne, you don't got to work for no more!" and in the days I used to listen to Kool G Rap Way back when guns became gats and
used to ask Mary was she buggin'? I P.E., they kept me conscious of what I was sayin' Afrika Bambaata, Poor Teacher Got myself so it made me a Five Percenter
Say La-di-da-di, we to party but My jam was BDP, My Philosophy Say Grandmaster Flash, MC Mel Then LL Cool J came with Rock the
See I'm the one for the crew, a Jew is a Jew Like Apollo got the moon, like the men who got the Like the Fu got the Manchu, got the Zulu Hawaii got the
I got the rap lieu, so skippedy-de-bop-bop you don't You do the rock-rock from hip-hop be-bop be-bop to bee-bee
(You got the vocab) I got the (Boogie got the vocab) You know they got the (Black got the vocab) Word, we got the Aiyyo peeps, grab the mic and show you got the of gab
(You got the vocab) Yeah, we got the (Queens got the vocab) You know got the vocab (Uptown got the vocab) Yeah, got the vocab Aiyyo, bros the mic and show you got the gift of gab
(DC got the vocab) Word, got the vocab (Virginia got the vocab) Aiyy, I know got the vocab (Oakland got the vocab) Word, got the vocab Aiyyo, sisters grab the mic and show you got the of gab