LYRICS
作曲 : N. Jean/S. Michel/L. Hill
Vocab (Refugees Hip Hop Remix) - Fugees
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 grab 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 grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab
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 PE 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 grab 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 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
Aiyy I know y' all got the vocab
Oakland got the vocab
Word they got the vocab
Aiyyo sisters grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab