Fugees - Vocab текст песни

[wyclef]

Uh-huh, uh-huh...

[(wyclef - singing) {wyclef in brackets} lauryn singing in parentheses]

Vocab, on your mind! {we used to rock the mics in the park!} (vocab)

Vocab, in your mind! {we used to rock the mic after dark} (vocab)

The vocab we bring is blunted on reality! {we used to rock the mics in the

Park!}

(vocab)

So kick back, relax, with a crew called refugees {we used to rock the mic

After dark} (vocab)

[wyclef - verse one]

Uh to my, people who pass

I pass gas, to light my incense

I do a sundance, for those who died in the ambulance

A simple stick-up, cause affects on the wrong lad

Wrong vocab, he fell into the gap, no coming back

Your hurry is he gets buried, the streets are empty

Mom cry "misery"

Little bill waits for the adversary

cause if its my brother, I gotta get revenge

Action brings reaction, provoked by the street gem

Thats when, oh help me, please zsa zsa

My niggas come to the dance, gun salute, with the revolver! (blaow!!)

Out of respect, you catch wreck, they blast the tech!

If your shit is wack, dont turn your back, youll get pussy-smacked!

I dont matter the year, tears for fears, I rule the world

And in my vision, the world is science fiction

Roxanne!!! you dont have to work for money no more!!!!

And...im not smiling at no fake m.c.s

cause is it me, or do you work for the k.g.b. ?

A-schiscka bob, he drives a dodge, hes a nobody

Nobodys a somebody

This nobodys a spy, kid

Hes the rap trader, Im the battle fulfiller

And if I was magilla gorilla, the mics my ban-ana

So coca-cabana, who anna on my scanner?

My grandma slam-a-any crews

Ban, or surrender, anna!

Refugee camp, grab him! bag him!

Throw him in the swamp, and let the swamp monsters have him!

[chorus 1x] add "vocab baby, vocab!" -lauryn

[prakazrel "pras"]

Then cast off from here to mexico!

You see my 4-5-6-a-be my cee-lo!

And when I rest my head its on a peee-low!

B-d-b-d-b-d-b-b-d-b-bo!

You see the skills I manifest, is very thorough!

And if you dont believe me ask freres jacques, hunhh!

A-freres jacques! a-freres jacques! a dorme vous? a dorme vous?

Say our father, who art in heaven

Forgive the foolish rapper

For he not know how which he be steppin

Correctin

Stopped and kept and, nuff respect to the d.j.

That be selecting, that type of record

Watch out now!!! when I choose to speak

Im forming the cipher fly east to the five percenter

Knowledge is born, to all beginners

Cast the first stone if you feel you aint a sinner

After eight stays, we resorted to rebell

Im packin up my nine

To remedy my stale (? )

Ask your local mechanic, hell tell you my esophagus is very profane!

Im even locking stephen king in his own ending!

God damn it! you got static? ! drop your automatic!!!

Niggas fabricating lyrics with cheap fabrics!

All originale damn man is originale, oh! bah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah!

[wyclef]

Ahh, look at the youths, sick of the violence

[chorus 1x]

[lauryn "l-boogie" hill]

The gorey got you hot cause you coop what you are!

But Ive been rockin mics since the days of babylon!

My pen was eucalyptus, and my rappin was the scroll

I walked for many moons, and let the sandels jist to my control

Youre swole cause you couldnt cross the burnin sands

You never had no mercy when my people was in egypts land

Say, "yes I can!" with the force of elijah

Steppin to you, they get irrigated like the niger

So hide the cattle

Fugees come to battle

Well take all your bounty, then well eat your vittles

Im used to the type of poetics that mesmerize

I caught you checkin with them bette davis eyes!

Surprise, surprise! you never knew a girl could stylize!

Its from the soul! I aint freakin with white lies

Yo, hey guys! remember the summer of 92?

Battle after battle! crew after crew!

So, hachoo! fugees coming with a brand new style!

Im rollin with them hoodies from the h-a-i!

It takes awhile for them average niggas to get it

But once they understand they wont want to freak with this, see...

Im like the phantom

Thats flying like the bird

Doin shit you never heard

Plus I come from the suburbs

Word to god!

I heard ya had it kinda hard

And you got your skin scarred when they was shootin on the boulevard!

[chorus 2x]

"vocab, baby" 14x (lauryn)