* originally avail. on the Vocab 12″
Intro: Lauryn Hill
Yo, this is the Fugees
Refugees
About to take you on a journey
Into the dimensions of the Booka 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, willld
Verse One: Lauryn Hill
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