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Yo, this is the Fugees Refugees About to take you on a journey Into the dimensions of The Booga Basement The Basement, word Uhh Hey yo, one two three! The crew is called Re-Fu-Ge-ee-es An if yu come fa tes the rap stylee Stop the violence and just bring it on, wiiild 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 bourgeoise 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 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 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 [Lauryn] 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 Ja-cques Mmmm, 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, ahh Say o-ur father, who ar
