[Wyclef]
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Uh-Huh, Uh-Huh...
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[(Wyclef - Singing) {Wyclef in brackets} Lauryn Singing in parentheses]
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Vocab, on your mind! {We used to rock the mics in the park!} (Vocab)
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Vocab, in your mind! {We used to rock the mic after dark} (Vocab)
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The Vocab we bring is Blunted On Reality! {We used to rock the mics in the
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park!}
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(Vocab)
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So kick back, relax, with a crew called Refugees {We used to rock the mic
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after dark} (Vocab)
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[Wyclef - Verse One]
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Uh to my, people who pass
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I pass gas, to light my incense
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I do a sundance, for those who died in the ambulance
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A simple stick-up, 'cause affects on the wrong lad
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Wrong vocab, he fell into the gap, no coming back
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Your hurry is he gets buried, the streets are empty
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Mom cry "misery"
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Little Bill waits for the adversary
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'Cause if it's my brother, I gotta get revenge
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Action brings reaction, provoked by the street gem
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That's when, oh help me, please Zsa Zsa
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My niggas come to the dance, gun salute, with the revolver! (BLAOW!!)
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Out of respect, you catch wreck, they blast the tech!
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If your shit is wack, don't turn your back, you'll get pussy-smacked!
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I don't matter the year, tears for fears, I rule the world
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And in my vision, the world is science fiction
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Roxanne!!! You don't have to work for money no more!!!!
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And...I'm not smiling at no fake M.C.'s
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'Cause is it me, or do you work for the K.G.B. ?
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A-Schiscka Bob, he drives a Dodge, he's a nobody
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Nobody's a somebody
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This nobody's a spy, kid
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He's the rap trader, I'm the battle fulfiller
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And if I was Magilla Gorilla, the mic's my Ban-ana
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So Coca-Cabana, who Anna on my scanner?
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My Grandma slam-a-any crews
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Ban, or surrender, Anna!
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Refugee Camp, grab him! Bag him!
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Throw him in the swamp, and let the swamp monsters have him!
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[Chorus 1x] add "Vocab baby, vocab!" -Lauryn
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[Prakazrel "Pras"]
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Then cast off from here to Mexico!
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You see my 4-5-6-a-be my cee-lo!
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And when I rest my head it's on a peee-low!
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B-D-B-D-B-D-B-B-D-B-BO!
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You see the skills I manifest, is very thorough!
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And if you don't believe me ask Freres Jacques, hunhh!
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A-Freres Jacques! A-Freres Jacques! A dorme vous? A dorme vous?
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Say our father, who art in Heaven
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Forgive the foolish rapper
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For he not know how which he be steppin'
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Correctin'
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Stopped and kept and, nuff respect to the D.J.
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That be selecting, that type of record
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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
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After eight stays, we resorted to rebell
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I'm packin' up my Nine
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To remedy my stale (?)
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Ask your local mechanic, he'll tell you my esophagus is very profane!
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I'm even locking Stephen King in his own ending!
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God damn it! You got static?! Drop your automatic!!!
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Niggas fabricating lyrics with cheap fabrics!
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All originale damn man is originale, oh! Bah-Ah-Ah-Ah-Ah-Ah-Ah-Ah!
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[Wyclef]
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Ahh, look at the youths, sick of the violence
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[Chorus 1x]
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[Lauryn "L-Boogie" Hill]
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The gorey got you hot 'cause you coop what you are!
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But I've been rockin' mic's since the days of Babylon!
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My pen was eucalyptus, and my rappin' was the scroll
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I walked for many moons, and let the sandels jist to my control
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You're swole 'cause you couldn't cross the burnin' sands
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You never had no mercy when my people was in Egypt's land
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Say, "Yes I can!" With the force of Elijah
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Steppin' to you, they get irrigated like the Niger
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So hide the cattle
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Fugees come to battle
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We'll take all your bounty, then we'll eat your vittles
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I'm used to the type of poetics that mesmerize
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I caught you checkin' with them Bette Davis eyes!
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Surprise, surprise! You never knew a girl could stylize!
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It's from the soul! I ain't freakin' with white lies
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Yo, hey guys! Remember the summer of '92?
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Battle after battle! Crew after crew!
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So, hachoo! Fugees coming with a brand new style!
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I'm rollin' with them hoodies from the H-A-I!
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It takes awhile for them average niggas to get it
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