FUGEES - Vocab lyrics
rate me[wyclef]<br>Uh-huh, uh-huh...<br><br>[(wyclef - singing) {wyclef in brackets} lauryn singing in parentheses]<br>Vocab, on your mind! {we used to rock the mics in the park!} (vocab)<br>Vocab, in your mind! {we used to rock the mic after dark} (vocab)<br>The vocab we bring is blunted on reality! {we used to rock the mics in the<br>Park!}<br>(vocab)<br>So kick back, relax, with a crew called refugees {we used to rock the mic<br>After dark} (vocab)<br><br>[wyclef - verse one]<br>Uh to my, people who pass<br>I pass gas, to light my incense<br>I do a sundance, for those who died in the ambulance<br>A simple stick-up, 'cause affects on the wrong lad<br>Wrong vocab, he fell into the gap, no coming back<br>Your hurry is he gets buried, the streets are empty<br>Mom cry misery<br>Little bill waits for the adversary<br>'cause if it's my brother, I gotta get revenge<br>Action brings reaction, provoked by the street gem<br>That's when, oh help me, please zsa zsa<br>My niggas come to the dance, gun salute, with the revolver! (blaow!!)<br>Out of respect, you catch wreck, they blast the tech!<br>If your shit is wack, don't turn your back, you'll get pussy-smacked!<br>I don't matter the year, tears for fears, I rule the world<br>And in my vision, the world is science fiction<br>Roxanne!!! you don't have to work for money no more!!!!<br>And...I'm not smiling at no fake m.c.'s<br>'cause is it me, or do you work for the k.g.b. ? <br>A-schiscka bob, he drives a dodge, he's a nobody<br>Nobody's a somebody<br>This nobody's a spy, kid<br>He's the rap trader, I'm the battle fulfiller<br>And if I was magilla gorilla, the mic's my ban-ana<br>So coca-cabana, who anna on my scanner? <br>My grandma slam-a-any crews<br>Ban, or surrender, anna!<br>Refugee camp, grab him! bag him!<br>Throw him in the swamp, and let the swamp monsters have him!<br><br>[chorus 1x] add vocab baby, vocab! -lauryn<br><br>[prakazrel pras]<br>Then cast off from here to mexico!<br>You see my 4-5-6-a-be my cee-lo!<br>And when I rest my head it's on a peee-low!<br>B-d-b-d-b-d-b-b-d-b-bo!<br>You see the skills I manifest, is very thorough!<br>And if you don't believe me ask freres jacques, hunhh!<br>A-freres jacques! a-freres jacques! a dorme vous? a dorme vous? <br>Say our father, who art in heaven<br>Forgive the foolish rapper<br>For he not know how which he be steppin'<br>Correctin'<br>Stopped and kept and, nuff respect to the d.j.<br>That be selecting, that type of record<br>Watch out now!!! when I choose to speak<br>I'm forming the cipher fly east to the five percenter<br>Knowledge is born, to all beginners<br>Cast the first stone if you feel you ain't a sinner<br>After eight stays, we resorted to rebell<br>I'm packin' up my nine<br>To remedy my stale (? )<br>Ask your local mechanic, he'll tell you my esophagus is very profane!<br>I'm even locking stephen king in his own ending!<br>God damn it! you got static? ! drop your automatic!!!<br>Niggas fabricating lyrics with cheap fabrics!<br>All originale damn man is originale, oh! bah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah!<br><br>[wyclef]<br>Ahh, look at the youths, sick of the violence<br><br>[chorus 1x]<br><br>[lauryn l-boogie hill]<br>The gorey got you hot 'cause you coop what you are!<br>But I've been rockin' mic's since the days of babylon!<br>My pen was eucalyptus, and my rappin' was the scroll<br>I walked for many moons, and let the sandels jist to my control<br>You're swole 'cause you couldn't cross the burnin' sands<br>You never had no mercy when my people was in egypt's land<br>Say, yes I can! with the force of elijah<br>Steppin' to you, they get irrigated like the niger<br>So hide the cattle<br>Fugees come to battle<br>We'll take all your bounty, then we'll eat your vittles<br>I'm used to the type of poetics that mesmerize<br>I caught you checkin' with them bette davis eyes!<br>Surprise, surprise! you never knew a girl could stylize!<br>It's from the soul! I ain't freakin' with white lies<br>Yo, hey guys! remember the summer of '92? <br>Battle after battle! crew after crew!<br>So, hachoo! fugees coming with a brand new style!<br>I'm rollin' with them hoodies from the h-a-i!<br>It takes awhile for them average niggas to get it<br>But once they understand they won't want to freak with this, see...<br>I'm like the phantom<br>That's flying like the bird<br>Doin' shit you never heard<br>Plus I come from the suburbs<br>Word to god!<br>I heard ya had it kinda hard<br>And you got your skin scarred when they was shootin' on the boulevard!<br><br>[chorus 2x]<br><br>Vocab, baby 14x (lauryn)
