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

Hey yo I, feel kind of melancholy people think really know me
I keep a wrap about me while I'm 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 base to bass distort the EQ
The wishin' they could send me back to Mogadishu
I've been wild since I was a juvenile
Afro-centric profile, back when righteous rap was your

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

I'm like the phantom that's like the bird do
And things you heard plus I come from the suburbs
Word to God, I you're acting kind of hard
And you got skin scarred when they 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 is very tho-rough
And if you believe me ask Freres Jacques
Freres Jacques, Freres
A dorme vous? A dorme

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 foolish rapper for he not how Fugee be steppin'
Correct and, stopped and kept in, nuff to the
DJ, be selectin', the type of record ah

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

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 listen to G Rap
Way when 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, 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 got the moon, like the men who got the blue
Like the Fu got the Manchu, got the Zulu
Hawaii got the

I got the rap lieu, so skippedy-de-bop-bop you stop
You do the from hip-hop through be-bop
From be-bop to

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Aiyyo, sisters grab the mic and you got the gift of gab