Yo, this is the Fugees, refugees about to you on a journey Into the of The Booga Basement, The Basement, word Hey yo, one two three, the crew is called And if you fa tes the rap stylee Stop the violence and just it on, wild
Hey yo I, feel kind of melancholy people think they really me I keep a wrap about me while I'm driving daddy's I pay the fighting for my own soul 'Cause the bourgeoisie type of mental like a flat comb
But I be baitin' the rebel to bass distort the EQ The devil's wishin' they send me back to Mogadishu Cause I've been wild since I was a Afro-centric profile, back when righteous rap was style
Now kids are whylin' so I ask the bad Boogie bandit, the damage, gimme the estimate then Pray me when's the revolution will begin? I turn on my TV, I out Farrakhan on CNN see
I'm like the phantom that's like the bird do And things you never heard I come from the suburbs Word to God, I heard you're kind of hard And you got your scarred when they was shootin' 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 Aiyyo Praz, grab the mic and you got the gift of gab
Then cast off here to Mexico You see my a-be my Celo And when I rest my is on a pillow Be-ba-dee-be, be-dee-be,
You see the skills I manifest is very And if you don't believe me ask Jacques Freres Jacques, Freres A dorme A dorme vous?
out now when I choose to speak I'm forming the cipher fly East to the Percenter is born, to all beginners Cast the first stone, if you feel you a sinner, ah
Say, our Father, who art in Forgive the rapper for he not know how Fugee be steppin' Correct and, and kept in, nuff respect to the DJ, that be selectin', the of record ah
(You got the vocab) I got the (The got the vocab) You know got vocab (Brooklyn got the vocab) We got the Aiyyo Clef the mic and show you got the gift of gab
it out, here we go Back in Eighty-three, no one wanted to be I turn on my TV, a dreadlock for free Kill the gimmick nonsense, it's no sense or value
A rapper, disaster, nobody ever told me "Roxanne, you don't got to for money no more!" and in the days I used to listen to Kool G Rap Way when before guns became gats and
Run-DMC used to ask Mary was she I loved P.E., kept me conscious of what I was sayin' Afrika Bambaata, Poor Righteous Got within myself so it made me a Five
Say La-di-da-di, we like to but My jam was BDP, with My Say Flash, MC Melle Mel Then LL Cool J came Rock the Bells
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 through be-bop be-bop to bee-bee
(You got the vocab) I got the (Boogie got the vocab) You they got the vocab (Black got the vocab) Word, we got the Aiyyo peeps, the mic and show you got the gift of gab
(You got the vocab) Yeah, we got the (Queens got the vocab) You know y'all got the (Uptown got the vocab) Yeah, they got the Aiyyo, bros grab the mic and show you got the 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, grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab