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Yo, is the Fugees, refugees 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
the violence and just bring 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
the bourgeoisie type of mental sucks like a flat comb

But I be baitin' the base to bass distort the EQ
The devil's wishin' could send me back to Mogadishu
Cause been 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, the estimate then
Pray tell me when's the will begin?
I on my TV, I check out Farrakhan on CNN see

I'm the phantom that's flyin' like the bird do
And things you never heard plus I come 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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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 my head is on a pillow
Be-ba-dee-be, be-dee-be,

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

out now when I choose to speak
I'm forming the cipher fly East to the Five
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 rapper for he not know how Fugee be steppin'
and, stopped and kept in, nuff respect 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 wanted to be
I turn on my TV, it's a dreadlock for
the gimmick it's nonsense, it's no sense or value

A rapper, disaster, ever told me that
"Roxanne, you got to work for money no more!" and
Back in the days I used to listen to G Rap
Way back before guns became gats and

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

Say La-di-da-di, we like to but
My jam was BDP, My Philosophy
Say Flash, MC Melle Mel
Then LL J came with 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
Hawaii got the

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

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

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