The Fugees Lyrics: Vocab (hip-hop Remix) * Lyrics

The Fugees - Vocab (hip-hop Remix) *

* originally avail. on the Vocab 12"

Intro: Lauryn Hill

Yo, this is the Fugees

Refugees

About to take you on a journey

Into the dimensions of the Booka basement

The basement, word

Uhh

Hey yo, one two three! The crew is called Re-Fu-Ge-ee-es

An if yu come fa tes the rap stylee

Stop the violence and just bring it on, willld

Verse One: Lauryn Hill

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 bourgeoise type of mental sucks like a flat comb

But I be baitin the rebel base to bass distort the EQ

The devil's wishin 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 whylin 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 shootin on the boulevard

[Lauryn Hill]

(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

[Lauryn] Aiyyo Praz, grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab

Verse Two: 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

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