Yo, this is the Fugees, refugees to take you on a journey Into the dimensions of The Booga Basement, The Basement, 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 for my own soul 'Cause the bourgeoisie type of sucks like a flat comb
But I be baitin' the rebel to bass distort the EQ The devil's wishin' they could me back to Mogadishu Cause I've been wild I was a juvenile Afro-centric profile, back righteous rap was your style
Now are whylin' so I ask the bad black Boogie bandit, what's the damage, gimme the estimate Pray tell me when's the revolution will 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 never heard plus I from the suburbs Word to God, I heard you're acting of hard And you got your skin when 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, grab the mic and show you got the of gab
Then cast off from to Mexico You see my four-five-six my Celo And when I my head is on a pillow Be-ba-dee-be, be-dee-be,
You see the skills I is very tho-rough And if you don't believe me ask Jacques Jacques, Freres Jacques A dorme vous? A vous?
Watch out now I choose to speak I'm forming the cipher fly East to the Five Knowledge is born, to all Cast the first stone, if you you ain't a sinner, ah
Say, our Father, who art in the foolish rapper for he not know how Fugee be steppin' Correct and, stopped and in, nuff respect to the DJ, that be selectin', the of record ah
(You got the vocab) I got the (The got the vocab) You they got vocab (Brooklyn got the vocab) We got the Aiyyo grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab
it out, here we go Back in Eighty-three, no one to be nappy I on my TV, it's a dreadlock for free Kill the gimmick it's nonsense, it's no or value
A rapper, disaster, nobody ever me that "Roxanne, you don't got to for money no more!" and Back in the I used to listen to Kool G Rap Way when before guns became gats and
Run-DMC to ask Mary was she buggin'? I P.E., they kept me conscious of what I was sayin' Bambaata, Poor Righteous Teacher Got within myself so it me a Five Percenter
Say La-di-da-di, we like to but My jam was BDP, with My Say Flash, MC Melle Mel LL Cool J came with 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, Chaka got the got the Honolulu
I got the rap lieu, so skippedy-de-bop-bop you stop You do the rock-rock from hip-hop be-bop From to bee-bee
(You got the vocab) I got the (Boogie got the vocab) You know got the vocab (Black got the vocab) Word, we got the Aiyyo peeps, the mic and show you got the gift of gab
(You got the vocab) Yeah, we got the (Queens got the vocab) You know y'all got the (Uptown got the vocab) Yeah, got the vocab Aiyyo, bros grab the mic and show you got the of gab
(DC got the vocab) Word, got the vocab (Virginia got the vocab) Aiyy, I know y'all got the (Oakland got the vocab) Word, got the vocab Aiyyo, grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab