Vocab Lyrics - The Fugees

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