Yo, this is the Fugees, refugees to take you on a journey Into the dimensions of The Basement, The Basement, word Hey yo, one two three, the crew is ReFugees And if you come fa tes the rap Stop the violence and just it on, wild
Hey yo I, feel kind of melancholy people think really know me I keep a wrap about me while I'm daddy's Audi I pay the toll for my own soul 'Cause the bourgeoisie type of mental sucks like a flat
But I be baitin' the rebel to bass distort the EQ The wishin' they could send me back to Mogadishu Cause I've been since I was a juvenile profile, back when righteous rap was your style
Now kids are so I ask the bad black Boogie bandit, what's the damage, the estimate then tell me when's the revolution will begin? I turn on my TV, I out Farrakhan on CNN see
I'm the phantom that's flyin' like the bird do And things you never heard I come from the suburbs Word to God, I heard you're acting kind of And you got your skin scarred when they was shootin' on the
(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 off from here to Mexico You see my four-five-six my Celo And I rest 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 Freres Jacques, Freres 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 for he not know how Fugee be steppin' Correct and, stopped and kept in, nuff to the DJ, that be selectin', the of record ah
(You got the vocab) I got the (The got the vocab) You know they got (Brooklyn got the vocab) We got the Aiyyo Clef the mic and show you got the gift of gab
Check it out, 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 told me that "Roxanne, you don't got to for money no more!" and Back in the days I to listen to Kool G Rap Way back when guns became gats and
used to ask Mary was she buggin'? I loved P.E., they 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 to party 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 Apollo got the moon, the men who got the blue Like the Fu got the Manchu, got the Zulu got the Honolulu
I got the rap lieu, so you don't stop You do the rock-rock from hip-hop through From be-bop to
(You got the vocab) I got the (Boogie got the vocab) You know they got the (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 y'all got the (Uptown got the vocab) Yeah, got the vocab 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