Yo, this is the Fugees, refugees about to you on a journey Into the 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 they know me I a wrap about me while I'm driving daddy's Audi I pay the toll fighting for my own 'Cause the bourgeoisie type of mental sucks a flat comb
But I be baitin' the base to bass distort the EQ The wishin' they could send me back to Mogadishu Cause I've been since I was a juvenile Afro-centric profile, back when righteous rap was style
Now kids are whylin' so I ask the bad Boogie bandit, the damage, gimme the estimate then Pray tell me when's the revolution begin? I turn on my TV, I check out on CNN see
I'm like the phantom that's flyin' like the do And things you never heard I come from the suburbs Word to God, I heard acting kind of hard And you got your skin scarred they was shootin' on the boulevard
(You got the vocab) I got the (Underground got the vocab) You know we got the (All my got the vocab) Yeah, we got the Aiyyo Praz, the mic and show you got the gift of gab
Then 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 very And if you believe me ask Freres Jacques Freres Jacques, Jacques A dorme vous? A dorme
out now when I choose to speak I'm forming the fly East to the Five Percenter is born, to all beginners Cast the first stone, if you feel you a sinner, ah
Say, our Father, who art in Forgive the foolish rapper for he not how Fugee be steppin' Correct and, stopped and in, nuff respect to the DJ, be selectin', the type of record ah
(You got the vocab) I got the (The got the vocab) You know got vocab (Brooklyn got the vocab) We got the Aiyyo Clef grab the mic and you got the gift of gab
Check it out, we go in Eighty-three, no one wanted to be nappy I turn on my TV, it's a dreadlock for Kill the it's nonsense, it's no sense or value
A rapper, disaster, nobody ever 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 when before guns gats and
used to ask Mary was she buggin'? I loved P.E., they kept me conscious of what I was Afrika Bambaata, Poor Righteous Got within so it made me a Five Percenter
Say La-di-da-di, we like to but My jam was BDP, with My Say Grandmaster Flash, MC Mel LL Cool J came with Rock the Bells
See I'm the one for the crew, a Jew is a Jew Apollo got the moon, like the men who got the blue Like the Fu got the Manchu, Chaka got the got the Honolulu
I got the rap lieu, so you don't stop You do the rock-rock from through be-bop From be-bop to
(You got the vocab) I got the (Boogie got the vocab) You they got the vocab (Black got the vocab) Word, we got the peeps, grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab
(You got the vocab) Yeah, we got the (Queens got the vocab) You know got the vocab (Uptown got the vocab) Yeah, they got the Aiyyo, bros the mic and show you got the gift of gab
(DC got the vocab) Word, y'all got the (Virginia got the vocab) Aiyy, I know got the vocab (Oakland got the vocab) Word, they got the Aiyyo, sisters grab the mic and show you got the of gab