Yo, this is the Fugees, about to take 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 come fa tes the rap Stop the and just bring it on, wild
Hey yo I, kind of melancholy people think they really 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 like a comb
But I be the rebel base to bass distort the EQ The devil's they could send me back to Mogadishu Cause I've wild since I was a juvenile Afro-centric profile, back when rap was your style
Now kids are whylin' so I ask the bad Boogie bandit, what's the damage, gimme the 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' the bird do And things you never heard plus I come from the to God, I heard you're acting kind of hard And you got skin scarred 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 here to Mexico You see my a-be my Celo And I rest my head 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 believe me ask Freres Freres Jacques, Jacques A vous? A dorme 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 first stone, if you feel you a sinner, ah
Say, our Father, who art in Forgive the foolish for he not know how Fugee be steppin' Correct and, and kept 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 know got vocab (Brooklyn got the vocab) We got the Aiyyo Clef grab the mic and show you got the of gab
it out, here we go Back in Eighty-three, no one wanted to be I turn on my TV, it's a for free the gimmick it's nonsense, it's no sense or value
A rapper, disaster, nobody ever told me "Roxanne, you got to work for money no more!" and Back in the I used to listen to Kool G Rap Way back before guns became gats and
Run-DMC used to ask Mary was she I P.E., they kept me conscious of what I was sayin' Afrika Bambaata, Poor Righteous Got within myself so it made me a 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 with Rock the
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 Hawaii got the
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 they got the (Black got the vocab) Word, we got the Aiyyo peeps, grab the mic and 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 grab the mic and 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, grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab