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

Hey yo I, feel kind of melancholy people think really know me
I keep a about me while I'm driving daddy's Audi
I pay the toll fighting for my own
'Cause the bourgeoisie type of mental sucks like a comb

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

Now kids are so I ask the bad black
Boogie bandit, what's the damage, gimme the then
Pray tell me when's the revolution 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 plus I come 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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You we got the vocab
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Aiyyo Praz, grab the mic and show you got the of gab

Then cast off from here to
You see my four-five-six a-be my
And when I rest my 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 me ask Freres Jacques
Freres Jacques, Jacques
A dorme vous? A vous?

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

Say, our Father, who art in
Forgive the foolish rapper for he not know how Fugee be
and, stopped and kept in, nuff 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 nonsense, it's no sense or value

A rapper, disaster, nobody ever me that
"Roxanne, you got to work 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., they kept me conscious of what I was
Afrika Bambaata, Righteous Teacher
Got myself so it made me a Five Percenter

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
Like the Fu got the Manchu, Chaka got the
got the Honolulu

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

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peeps, grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab

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