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Yo, is the Fugees, refugees about to take you on a journey
Into the dimensions of The Booga Basement, The Basement,
Hey yo, one two three, the crew is ReFugees
And if you come fa tes the rap
Stop the and just bring it on, wild

Hey yo I, kind of melancholy people think they really know me
I keep a about me while I'm driving daddy's Audi
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' could send me back to Mogadishu
Cause I've wild since I was a juvenile
profile, back when righteous rap was your style

Now are whylin' so I ask the bad black
Boogie bandit, what's the damage, gimme the estimate
Pray tell me when's the revolution begin?
I turn on my TV, I check out on CNN see

I'm the phantom that's flyin' like the bird do
And things you never heard I come from the suburbs
Word to God, I heard you're acting of hard
And you got your skin when they was shootin' on the boulevard

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cast off from here to Mexico
You see my four-five-six 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 Freres
Freres Jacques, Jacques
A vous? A dorme vous?

Watch out now when I choose to
I'm forming the cipher fly East to the Five
Knowledge is born, to all
Cast the first stone, if you you ain't a sinner, ah

Say, our Father, who art in
Forgive the foolish for he not know how Fugee be steppin'
Correct and, stopped and kept in, respect to the
DJ, that be selectin', the of record ah

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it out, here we go
Back in Eighty-three, no one to be nappy
I turn on my TV, it's a dreadlock for
Kill the gimmick it's nonsense, it's no sense or

A rapper, disaster, nobody told me that
"Roxanne, you don't got to for money no more!" and
Back in the days I used to to Kool G Rap
Way back before guns became gats and

Run-DMC used to ask Mary was she
I loved P.E., they kept me conscious of I was sayin'
Afrika Bambaata, Righteous Teacher
Got within so it made me a Five Percenter

Say La-di-da-di, we to party but
My jam was BDP, with My
Say Flash, MC Melle Mel
LL Cool J came with Rock the Bells

See I'm the one for the crew, a Jew is a Jew
Like Apollo got the moon, the men who got the blue
Like the Fu got the Manchu, got the Zulu
got the Honolulu

I got the rap lieu, so you don't stop
You do the rock-rock hip-hop through be-bop
From be-bop to

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