[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 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! Ba