* originally avail. on the Vocab 12"
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Intro: Lauryn Hill
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Yo, this is the Fugees
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Refugees
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About to take you on a journey
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Into the dimensions of The Booga Basement
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The Basement, word
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Uhh
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Hey yo, one two three! The crew is called Re-Fu-Ge-ee-es
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An if yu come fa tes the rap stylee
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Stop the violence and just bring it on, wiiild
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Verse One: Lauryn Hill
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Hey yo I, feel kind of melancholy people think they really know me
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I keep a wrap about me while I'm driving daddy's Audi
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I pay the toll fighting for my own soul
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Cause the bourgeoise type of mental sucks like a flat comb
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But I be baitin the rebel base to bass distort the EQ
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The devil's wishin they could send me back to Mogadishu
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Cause I've been wild since I was a juvenile
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Afro-centric profile, back when righteous rap was your style
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Now kids are whylin so I ask the bad black
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Boogie bandit, what's the damage, gimme the estimate then
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pray tell me when's the revolution will begin?
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I turn on my TV I check out Farrakhan on CNN see
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I'm like the phantom that's flying like the bird do
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And things you never heard plus I come from the suburbs
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Word to God, I heard you're acting kind of hard
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And you got your skin scarred when they was shootin on the boulevard
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[Lauryn Hill]
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(You got the vocab) I got the vocab
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(Underground got the vocab) You know we got the vocab
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(All my peeps got the vocab) Yeah, we got the vocab
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[Lauryn] Aiyyo Praz, grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab
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Verse Two: Prazwell
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Then cast off from here to Mexico
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You see my four-five-six a-be my Celo
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And when I rest my head is on a pillow
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Be-ba-dee-be, be-dee-be, be-dee-be-bo
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You see the skills I manifest is very tho-rough
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And if you don't believe me ask Freres Ja-cques
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Mmmm, Freres Jacques, Freres Jacques
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A dorme vous? A dorme vous?
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WATCH OUT NOW! When I choose to speak
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I'm forming the cipher fly East to the Five Percenter
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Knowledge is born, to all beginners
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Cast the first stone, if you feel you ain't a sinner, ahh
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Say o-ur father, who art in heaven
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Forgive the foolish rapper for he not know how Fugee be steppin
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Correct and, stopped and kept in, nuff respect to the
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DJ, that be selectin, the type of record ahhh
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[Prazwell]
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(You got the vocab) I got the vocab
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(The click's got the vocab) You know they got vocab
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(Brooklyn got the vocab) We got the vocab
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[Lauryn] Aiyyo Clef grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab
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Verse Three: Wyclef
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Check it out, here we go
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Back in Eighty-TREE, no one wanted to be NAPPY
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I turn on my TV, it's a dreadlock for FREE
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Kill the gimmick
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It's nonsense, it's no sense or value
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a rapper, disaster, nobody ever told me that
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"Roxanne, you don't got to work for money no more!!"... and...
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Back in the days I used to listen to Kool G Rap
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Way back when before guns became gats and
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Run-D.M.C. used to ask Mary was she buggin?
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I loved P.E., they kept me concious of what I was saying
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Afrika Bambaata, Poor Righteous Teacher
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Got within myself so it made me a Five Percenter
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Say La-Di-Da-Di, UHH! we like to party but
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my jam was BDP, with My Philosophy
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Say Grandmaster Flash, MC Melle Mel
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Then LL Cool J came with Rock the Bells!
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See I'm the one for the crew, like a Jew is a Jew
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Like Apollo got the moon, like the men who got the blue
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Like the Fu got the Manchu, Chaka got the Zulu
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Hawaii got the Honolulu
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I got the rap lieu, so skippedy-de-bop-bop you don't stop
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You do the rock-rock from hip-hop through be-bop
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from be-bop to bee-bee
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[Lauryn Hill]
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(You got the vocab) I got the vocab
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(Boogie Down got the vocab) You know they got the vocab
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(Black people got the vocab) Word, we got the vocab
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[Lauryn] Aiyyo peeps, grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab
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(You got the vocab) Yeahh, we got the vocab
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(Queens got the vocab) You know y'all got the vocab
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(Uptown got the vocab) Yeahh, they got the vocab
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