Yo, is the Fugees, refugees about to take you on a journey Into the dimensions of The Basement, The Basement, word Hey yo, one two three, the is called ReFugees And if you come fa tes the rap the violence and just bring it on, wild
Hey yo I, feel kind of melancholy people they really know me I keep a wrap about me while I'm driving Audi I pay the fighting for my own soul 'Cause the type of mental sucks like a flat comb
But I be baitin' the rebel base to 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, when righteous rap was your style
Now are whylin' so I ask the bad black bandit, what's the damage, gimme the estimate then Pray tell me when's the revolution begin? I turn on my TV, I out Farrakhan on CNN see
I'm like the phantom that's flyin' the bird do And things you never heard plus I come 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 we got the vocab (All my got the vocab) Yeah, we got the Praz, grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab
Then cast off from to Mexico You see my four-five-six a-be my And when I my head is on a pillow Be-ba-dee-be, be-dee-be,
You see the I manifest is very tho-rough And if you don't believe me ask Jacques Freres Jacques, Jacques A vous? A dorme vous?
Watch out now when I choose to I'm forming the fly East to the Five Percenter is born, to all beginners Cast the first stone, if you you ain't a sinner, ah
Say, our Father, who art in Forgive the foolish rapper for he not know how be steppin' Correct and, stopped and kept in, 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 told me that "Roxanne, you got to work for money no more!" and Back in the days I to listen to Kool G Rap Way back when before became gats and
Run-DMC to ask Mary was she buggin'? I loved P.E., kept me conscious of what I was sayin' Afrika Bambaata, Poor Teacher Got myself so it made me a Five Percenter
Say La-di-da-di, we to party but My jam was BDP, with My Say Grandmaster Flash, MC 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 Like the Fu got the Manchu, Chaka got the Hawaii got the
I got the rap lieu, so you don't stop You do the from 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 know y'all got the (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, got the vocab (Virginia got the vocab) Aiyy, I y'all got the vocab (Oakland got the vocab) Word, they got the Aiyyo, sisters the mic and show you got the gift of gab