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 come fa tes the rap Stop the violence and just bring it on,
Hey yo I, feel kind of people think they really know me I keep a wrap about me while I'm driving daddy's I pay the fighting for my own soul 'Cause the bourgeoisie type of mental sucks like a comb
But I be baitin' the rebel to bass distort the EQ The devil's wishin' could send me back to Mogadishu I've been wild since I was a juvenile Afro-centric profile, back when righteous rap was your
Now kids are whylin' so I ask the bad Boogie bandit, the damage, gimme the estimate then Pray tell me the revolution will begin? I turn on my TV, I out Farrakhan on CNN see
I'm like the phantom that's like the bird do And things you heard plus I come from the suburbs Word to God, I heard 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 you got the gift of gab
Then cast off from 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 I manifest is very tho-rough And if you don't believe me ask Freres Freres Jacques, Jacques A dorme vous? A vous?
out now when I choose to speak I'm the cipher fly East to the Five Percenter Knowledge is born, to all Cast the stone, if you feel 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 kept in, nuff to the DJ, be selectin', the type 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 Clef grab the mic and show you got the of gab
Check it out, we go in Eighty-three, no one wanted to be nappy I turn on my TV, it's a for free Kill the gimmick it's nonsense, no sense or value
A rapper, disaster, nobody ever told me "Roxanne, you don't got to for money no more!" and in the days I used to listen to Kool G Rap Way back when before guns gats and
Run-DMC used to ask Mary was she I loved P.E., they kept me conscious of what I was Afrika Bambaata, Poor 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 Grandmaster Flash, MC Mel Then LL Cool J 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, got the Zulu got the Honolulu
I got the rap lieu, so skippedy-de-bop-bop you don't You do the from hip-hop through be-bop be-bop 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, 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 y'all got the vocab (Oakland got the vocab) Word, got the vocab Aiyyo, sisters grab the mic and you got the gift of gab