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



[Lauryn]

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

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



[Lauryn]

(You got the vocab)

I got the vocab

(On the real got the vocab)

You know we got the vocab

(All my peeps got the vocab)

Yeah, we got the vocab

Aiyyo Praz, grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab



[Pras]

Then cast off from here to Mexico

You see my four-five-six a-be my Celo

And when I rest my head is on a pillow

Be-ba-dee-be, be-dee-be, be-dee-be-bo

You see the skills I manifest is very tho-rough

And if you don't believe me ask Freres Ja-cques

Mmmm, Freres Jacques, Freres Jacques