[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)



[Verse One: Wyclef]

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 it's my brother, I gotta get revenge

Action brings reaction, provoked by the street gem

That's 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, don't turn your back, you'll get pussy-smacked!

I don't matter the year, tears for fears, I rule the world

And in my vision, the world is science fiction

Roxanne!!!  You don't have to work for money no more!!!!

And...I'm 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, he's a nobody

Nobody's a somebody

This nobody's a spy, kid

He's the rap trader, I'm the battle fulfiller

And if I was Magilla Gorilla, the mic's 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 x1: Lauryn add "Vocab baby, vocab!"]



[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 it's 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 don't 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

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

After eight stays, we resorted to rebell

I'm packin' up my Nine

To remedy my stale (?)

Ask your local mechanic, he'll tell you my esophagus is very profane!

I'm 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 x1]



[Lauryn "L-Boogie" Hill]

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

But I've been rockin' mic's 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

You're swole 'cause you couldn't cross the burnin' sands

You never had no mercy when my people was in Egypt's 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

We'll take all your bounty, then we'll eat your vittles

I'm 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!

It's from the soul!  I ain't 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!

I'm rollin' with them hoodies from the H-A-I!

It takes awhile for them average niggas to get it

But once they understand they won't want to freak with this, see...

I'm like the phantom

That's 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 x2]



[Lauryn] "Vocab, baby" [x14]