Yo, this is the Fugees Refugees About to take you on a journey Into the dimensions of the Booka basement The basement, word Hey yo, one two three! The crew is called Re-Fu-Ge-ee-es An if you come fa tes the rap style Stop the violence and just bring it on, wild Hey yo I, feel kind of melancholy people think they really know me I keep a wrap about me while I'm driving daddy's Audi I pay the toll fighting for my own soul Cause the bourgeois type of mental sucks like a flat comb But I be baiting the rebel base to bass distort the EQ The devil's wishing they could send me back to Mogadishu Cause I've been wild since I was a juvenile Afro-centric profile, back when righteous rap was your style Now kids are whyling so I ask the bad black Boogie bandit, what's the damage, gimme the estimate then Pray tell me when's the revolution will begin? I turn on my TV I check out Farrakhan on CNN see I'm like the phantom that's flying like the bird do And things you never heard plus I come from the suburbs Word to God, I heard you're acting kind of hard And you got your skin scarred when they was shooting on the boulevard (You got the vocab) I got the vocab (On the real got the vocab) You know we got the vocab (All my peeps got the vocab) Yeah, we got the vocab Hey yo Praz, grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab [Prazwell] Then cast off from here to Mexico You see my four-five-six a-be my Celo And when I rest my head is on a pillow You see the skills I manifest is very tho-rough And if you don't believe me ask Freres Ja-cques Freres Jacques, Freres Jacques A dorme vous? A dorme vous? Watch out now! When I choose to speak I'm forming the cipher fly East to the Five Percenter Knowledge is born, to all beginners Cast the first stone, if you feel you ain't a sinner, Say o-you're father, who art in heaven Forgive the foolish rapper for he not know how Fugee be stepping Correct and, stopped and kept in, 'nough respect to the DJ, that be selecting, the type of record (You got the vocab) I got the vocab (On the real got the vocab) You know we got the vocab (All my peeps got the vocab) Yeah, we got the vocab Hey yo Clef grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab Check it out, here we go Back in Eighty-tree, no one wanted to be nappy! I turn on my TV, it's a dreadlock for free! Kill the gimmick It's nonsense, it's no sense or value A rapper, disaster, nobody ever told me that "Roxanne, you don't got to work for money no more!" and Back in the days I used to listen to cool G Rap Way back when before guns became gats and Run-D.M.C. used to ask Mary was she bugging? I loved P.E., they kept me conscious of what I was saying Afrika Bambaata, Poor Righteous Teacher Got within myself so it made me a Five Percenter Say La-Di-Da-Di, UHH! we like to party but My jam was BDP, with My Philosophy Say Grandmaster Flash, MC Melle Mel Then LL Cool J came with Rock the Bells! See I'm the one for the crew, like a Jew is a Jew Like Apollo got the moon, like the men who got the blue Like the Fu got the Manchu, Chaka got the Zulu Hawaii got the Honolulu I got the rap lieu, so skippedy-de-bop-bop you don't stop You do the rock-rock from hip-hop through be-bop From be-bop to bee-bee (You got the vocab) I got the vocab (On the real got the vocab) You know we got the vocab (All my peeps got the vocab) Yeah, we got the vocab Hey yo peeps, grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab (You got the vocab) I got the vocab (On the real got the vocab) You know we got the vocab (All my peeps got the vocab) Yeah, we got the vocab Aiyyo, bros grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab (DC got the vocab) Word, y'all got the vocab (Virginia got the vocab) hey, I know y'all got the vocab (Oakland got the vocab) Word, they got the vocab Hey yo, sisters grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab