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Vocab
Uh-huh, uh-huh...
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)
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 its my brother, I gotta get revenge
Action brings reaction, provoked by the street gem
Thats 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, dont turn your back, youll get pussy-smacked!
I dont matter the year, tears for fears, I rule the world
And in my vision, the world is science fiction
Roxanne!!! you dont have to work for money no more!!!!
And... im 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, hes a nobody
Nobodys a somebody
This nobodys a spy, kid
Hes the rap trader, Im the battle fulfiller
And if I was magilla gorilla, the mics 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!
add 'vocab baby, vocab!' -lauryn
Then cast off from here to mexico!
You see my 4-5-6-a-be my cee-lo!
And when I rest my head its 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 dont 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
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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
Im forming the cipher fly east to the five percenter
Knowledge is born, to all beginners
Cast the first stone if you feel you aint a sinner
After eight stays, we resorted to rebell
Im packin up my nine
To remedy my stale (?)
Ask your local mechanic, hell tell you my esophagus is very profane!
Im 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!
Ahh, look at the youths, sick of the violence
The gorey got you hot cause you coop what you are!
But Ive 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 sandels jist to my control
Youre swole cause you couldnt cross the burnin sands
You never had no mercy when my people was in egypts 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
Well take all your bounty, then well eat your vittles
Im 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!
Its from the soul! I aint 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!
Im rollin with them hoodies from the h-a-i!
It takes awhile for them average niggas to get it
But once they understand they wont want to freak with this, see...
Im like the phantom
Thats 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, baby' 14x (lauryn)
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