Vocab (Salaams Remix) Lyrics

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Vocab (Salaams Remix) Lyrics

Artist The Fugees

[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 am 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 am 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 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

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 am 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 am packin' up my Nine To remedy my stale (?) Ask your local mechanic,

he'll tell you my esophagus is very profane! I am 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 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 am 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 am 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 am 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 2x] "Vocab, baby" 14x (Lauryn)

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