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 fa tes the rap stylee the violence and just bring it on, wild
Hey yo I, feel kind of melancholy think they really know me I keep a wrap me while I'm driving daddy's Audi I pay the toll for my own soul 'Cause the bourgeoisie type of mental like a flat comb
But I be baitin' the rebel base to distort the EQ The devil's wishin' they could send me to Mogadishu Cause I've been 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, the damage, gimme the estimate then Pray tell me the revolution will 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 your 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 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 me ask Freres Jacques Freres Jacques, Freres A dorme vous? A dorme
Watch out now I choose 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 rapper for he not how Fugee be steppin' Correct and, and kept in, nuff respect to the DJ, that be selectin', the type of 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 grab the mic and 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 told me "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 became gats and
used to ask Mary was she buggin'? I loved P.E., they kept me conscious of what I was Afrika Bambaata, Poor Teacher 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 Then LL 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 the Fu got the Manchu, Chaka got the Zulu Hawaii got the
I got the rap lieu, so skippedy-de-bop-bop you stop You do the rock-rock hip-hop through 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 y'all 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 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