Fugees Vocab (Salaam's Remix) lyrics

Vocab on your mind
(We used to rock the mics in the park)
Vocab in your mind
(We used to rock the mic after dark)

The vocab we bring is Blunted On Reality
(We used to rock the mics in the park)
So kick back, relax, with a crew called Refugees
(We used to rock the mic after dark)

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 well then, oh help me, please Zsa Zsa
My niggas come to the dance, gun salute, with the revolver
Out of respect, you catch wreck, they blast the tech
But if your shit is wack, don't turn your back, you'll get pussy-smacked

It 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 MCs

'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

Vocab on your mind
(We used to rock the mics in the park)
Vocab in your mind
(We used to rock the mic after dark)

The vocab we bring is Blunted On Reality
(We used to rock the mics in the park)
So kick back, relax, with a crew called Refugees
(Vocab baby, vocab)

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 pee-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
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 my foot 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 rebel
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 end
God damn it, you got static? Drop your automatic
Niggas fabricating lyrics with cheap fabrics
All original [Incomprehensible] original
Ah, look at the youth sick of the violence


Vocab on your mind
(We used to rock the mics in the park)
Vocab in your mind
(We used to rock the mic after dark)

The vocab we bring is Blunted On Reality
(We used to rock the mics in the park)
So sit back, relax, with a crew called Refugees
(Vocab baby, vocab)

The gorey got you hot 'cause you coop what you are
But I've 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 sandals 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 river Niger

So hide the cattle, Fugees' come to battle
We 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! The 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

Vocab on your mind
(We used to rock the mics in the park)
Vocab in your mind
(We used to rock the mic after dark)

The vocab we bring is Blunted On Reality
(We used to rock the mics in the park)
So sit back, relax, with a crew called Refugees
(We used to rock the mic after dark)

Vocab on your mind
(We used to rock the mics in the park)
Vocab in your mind
(We used to rock the mic after dark)

The vocab we bring is Blunted On Reality
(We used to rock the mics in the park)
So sit back, relax, with a crew called Refugees
(We used to rock the mic after dark)

Vocab baby, vocab
(Vocab on your mind)
Vocab baby, vocab
Vocab baby, vocab
(Vocab on your mind)
Vocab baby, vocab

Vocab baby, vocab
Vocab baby, vocab
Vocab baby, vocab
Vocab baby, vocab

Vocab baby, vocab
Vocab baby, vocab
Vocab baby, vocab
Vocab baby, vocab

Vocab baby, vocab
Vocab baby, vocab