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Yo, this is the Fugees, refugees about to you on a journey
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 it on, wild

Hey yo I, feel kind of melancholy people think they know me
I keep a wrap about me while I'm driving Audi
I pay the toll for my own soul
'Cause the type of mental sucks like a flat comb

But I be baitin' the rebel to bass distort the EQ
The devil's wishin' they could send me to Mogadishu
I've been wild since I was a juvenile
Afro-centric profile, back when righteous rap was style

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

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

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cast off from here to Mexico
You see my four-five-six a-be my
And when I rest my head is on a
Be-ba-dee-be, be-dee-be,

You see the skills I manifest is tho-rough
And if you don't me ask Freres Jacques
Freres Jacques, Freres
A vous? A dorme vous?

Watch out now when I to speak
I'm forming the fly East to the Five Percenter
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 rapper for he not know how Fugee be steppin'
Correct and, stopped and kept in, nuff to the
DJ, that be selectin', the of record ah

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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, no sense or value

A rapper, disaster, ever told me that
"Roxanne, you don't got to for money no more!" and
Back in the days I to listen to Kool G Rap
Way back when before guns became and

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

Say La-di-da-di, we like to but
My jam was BDP, My Philosophy
Say Grandmaster Flash, MC 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
the Fu got the Manchu, Chaka 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 through
From be-bop to

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