Yo, this is the Fugees, refugees about to take you on a journey

Into the dimensions of The Booga Basement, The Basement, word

Hey yo, one two three, the crew is called ReFugees

And if you come fa tes the rap stylee

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 bourgeoisie 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 flyin' 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 (You got the vocab)

I got the vocab

(Underground got the vocab)

You know we got the vocab

(All my peeps got the vocab)

Yeah, we got the vocab

Aiyyo Praz, *** the mic and show you got the gift of gab 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

Be-ba-dee-be, be-dee-be, be-dee-be-bo You see the skills I manifest is very tho-rough

And if you don't believe me ask Freres Jacques

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, ah Say, our Father, who art in Heaven

Forgive the foolish rapper for he not know how Fugee be steppin'

Correct and, stopped and kept in, nuff respect to the

DJ, that be selectin', the type of record ah (You got the vocab)

I got the vocab

(The click's got the vocab)

You know they got vocab

(Brooklyn got the vocab)

We got the vocab

Aiyyo Clef *** the mic and show you got the gift of gab Check it out, here we go

Back in Eighty-three, 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 Kool G Rap

Way back when before guns became gats and Run-DMC used to ask Mary was she buggin'?

I loved P.E., they kept me conscious of what I was sayin'

Afrika Bambaata, Poor Righteous Teacher

Got within myself so it made me a Five Percenter Say La-di-da-di, 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

(Boogie Down got the vocab)

You know they got the vocab

(Black people got the vocab)

Word, we got the vocab

Aiyyo peeps, *** the mic and show you got the gift of gab (You got the vocab)

Yeah, we got the vocab

(Queens got the vocab)

You know y'all got the vocab

(Uptown got the vocab)

Yeah, they got the vocab

Aiyyo, bros *** the mic and show you got the gift of gab (DC got the vocab)

Word, y'all got the vocab

(Virginia got the vocab)

Aiyy, I know y'all got the vocab

(Oakland got the vocab)

Word, they got the vocab

Aiyyo, sisters *** the mic and show you got the gift of gab