[{"id":9770793,"name":"Vocab (remix)","trackName":"Vocab (remix)","artistName":"Fugees","albumName":"Vocab","duration":363.8666666666667,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Lauryn Hill\n\nYo, this is the Fugees\nRefugees\nAbout to take you on a journey\nInto the dimensions of the Booka basement\nThe basement, word\nUhh\n\nHey yo, one two three! The crew is called Re-Fu-Ge-ee-es\nAn if yu come fa tes the rap stylee\nStop the violence and just bring it on, willld\n\nOne: Lauryn Hill\n\nHey yo I, feel kind of melancholy people think they really know me\nI keep a wrap about me while I'm driving daddy's Audi\nI pay the toll fighting for my own soul\nCause the bourgeoise type of mental sucks like a flat comb\nBut I be baitin the rebel base to bass distort the EQ\nThe devil's wishin they could send me back to Mogadishu\nCause I've been wild since I was a juvenile\nAfro-centric profile, back when righteous rap was your style\nNow kids are whylin so I ask the bad black\nBoogie bandit, what's the damage, gimme the estimate then\npray tell me when's the revolution will begin?\nI turn on my TV I check out Farrakhan on CNN see\nI'm like the phantom that's flying like the bird do\nAnd things you never heard plus I come from the suburbs\nWord to God, I heard you're acting kind of hard\nAnd you got your skin scarred when they was shootin on the boulevard\n\n(You got the vocab) I got the vocab\n(On the real got the vocab) You know we got the vocab\n(All my peeps got the vocab) Yeah, we got the vocab\nAiyyo Praz, grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab\n\nTwo: Prazwell\n\nThen cast off from here to Mexico\nYou see my four-five-six a-be my Celo\nAnd when I rest my head is on a pillow\nBe-ba-dee-be, be-dee-be, be-dee-be-bo\nYou see the skills I manifest is very tho-rough\nAnd if you don't believe me ask Freres Ja-cques\nMmmm, Freres Jacques, Freres Jacques\nA dorme vous? A dorme vous?\nWATCH OUT NOW! When I choose to speak\nI'm forming the cipher fly East to the Five Percenter\nKnowledge is born, to all beginners\nCast the first stone, if you feel you ain't a sinner, ahh\nSay o-ur father, who art in heaven\nForgive the foolish rapper for he not know how Fugee be steppin\nCorrect and, stopped and kept in, nuff respect to the\nDJ, that be selectin, the type of record ahhh\n\n(You got the vocab) I got the vocab\n(The click's got the vocab) You know they got vocab\n(Brooklyn got the vocab) We got the vocab\nAiyyo Clef grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab\n\nThree: Wyclef\n\nCheck it out, here we go\nBack in Eighty-TREE, no one wanted to be NAPPY\nI turn on my TV, it's a dreadlock for FREE\nKill the gimmick\nIt's nonsense, it's no sense or value\na rapper, disaster, nobody ever told me that\n\"Roxanne, you don't got to work for money no more!\"... and...\nBack in the days I used to listen to Kool G Rap\nWay back when before guns became gats and\nRun-D.M.C. used to ask Mary was she buggin?\nI loved P.E., they kept me concious of what I was saying\nAfrika Bambaata, Poor Righteous Teacher\nGot within myself so it made me a Five Percenter\nSay La-Di-Da-Di, UHH! we like to party but\nmy jam was BDP, with My Philosophy\nSay Grandmaster Flash, MC Melle Mel\nThen LL Cool J came with Rock the Bells!\nSee I'm the one for the crew, like a Jew is a Jew\nLike Apollo got the moon, like the men who got the blue\nLike the Fu got the Manchu, Chaka got the Zulu\nHawaii got the Honolulu\nI got the rap lieu, so skippedy-de-bop-bop you don't stop\nYou do the rock-rock from hip-hop through be-bop\nfrom be-bop to bee-bee\n\n(You got the vocab) I got the vocab\n(Boogie Down got the vocab) You know they got the vocab\n(Black people got the vocab) Word, we got the vocab\nAiyyo peeps, grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab\n\n(You got the vocab) Yeahh, we got the vocab\n(Queens got the vocab) You know y'all got the vocab\n(Uptown got the vocab) Yeahh, they got the vocab\nAiyyo, bros grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab\n\n(DC got the vocab) Word, y'all got the vocab\n(Virginia got the vocab) Aiyy, I know y'all got the vocab\n(Oakland got the vocab) Word, they got the vocab\nAiyyo, sisters grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Vocab (remix)\n artist: Fugees\n album: Vocab\n duration_ms: 363867\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Lauryn Hill\n\n Yo, this is the Fugees\n Refugees\n About to take you on a journey\n Into the dimensions of the Booka basement\n The basement, word\n Uhh\n\n Hey yo, one two three! The crew is called Re-Fu-Ge-ee-es\n An if yu come fa tes the rap stylee\n Stop the violence and just bring it on, willld\n\n One: Lauryn Hill\n\n Hey yo I, feel kind of melancholy people think they really know me\n I keep a wrap about me while I'm driving daddy's Audi\n I pay the toll fighting for my own soul\n Cause the bourgeoise type of mental sucks like a flat comb\n But I be baitin the rebel base to bass distort the EQ\n The devil's wishin they could send me back to Mogadishu\n Cause I've been wild since I was a juvenile\n Afro-centric profile, back when righteous rap was your style\n Now kids are whylin so I ask the bad black\n Boogie bandit, what's the damage, gimme the estimate then\n pray tell me when's the revolution will begin?\n I turn on my TV I check out Farrakhan on CNN see\n I'm like the phantom that's flying like the bird do\n And things you never heard plus I come from the suburbs\n Word to God, I heard you're acting kind of hard\n And you got your skin scarred when they was shootin on the boulevard\n\n (You got the vocab) I got the vocab\n (On the real got the vocab) You know we got the vocab\n (All my peeps got the vocab) Yeah, we got the vocab\n Aiyyo Praz, grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab\n\n Two: Prazwell\n\n Then cast off from here to Mexico\n You see my four-five-six a-be my Celo\n And when I rest my head is on a pillow\n Be-ba-dee-be, be-dee-be, be-dee-be-bo\n You see the skills I manifest is very tho-rough\n And if you don't believe me ask Freres Ja-cques\n Mmmm, Freres Jacques, Freres Jacques\n A dorme vous? A dorme vous?\n WATCH OUT NOW! When I choose to speak\n I'm forming the cipher fly East to the Five Percenter\n Knowledge is born, to all beginners\n Cast the first stone, if you feel you ain't a sinner, ahh\n Say o-ur father, who art in heaven\n Forgive the foolish rapper for he not know how Fugee be steppin\n Correct and, stopped and kept in, nuff respect to the\n DJ, that be selectin, the type of record ahhh\n\n (You got the vocab) I got the vocab\n (The click's got the vocab) You know they got vocab\n (Brooklyn got the vocab) We got the vocab\n Aiyyo Clef grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab\n\n Three: Wyclef\n\n Check it out, here we go\n Back in Eighty-TREE, no one wanted to be NAPPY\n I turn on my TV, it's a dreadlock for FREE\n Kill the gimmick\n It's nonsense, it's no sense or value\n a rapper, disaster, nobody ever told me that\n \"Roxanne, you don't got to work for money no more!\"... and...\n Back in the days I used to listen to Kool G Rap\n Way back when before guns became gats and\n Run-D.M.C. used to ask Mary was she buggin?\n I loved P.E., they kept me concious of what I was saying\n Afrika Bambaata, Poor Righteous Teacher\n Got within myself so it made me a Five Percenter\n Say La-Di-Da-Di, UHH! we like to party but\n my jam was BDP, with My Philosophy\n Say Grandmaster Flash, MC Melle Mel\n Then LL Cool J came with Rock the Bells!\n See I'm the one for the crew, like a Jew is a Jew\n Like Apollo got the moon, like the men who got the blue\n Like the Fu got the Manchu, Chaka got the Zulu\n Hawaii got the Honolulu\n I got the rap lieu, so skippedy-de-bop-bop you don't stop\n You do the rock-rock from hip-hop through be-bop\n from be-bop to bee-bee\n\n (You got the vocab) I got the vocab\n (Boogie Down got the vocab) You know they got the vocab\n (Black people got the vocab) Word, we got the vocab\n Aiyyo peeps, grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab\n\n (You got the vocab) Yeahh, we got the vocab\n (Queens got the vocab) You know y'all got the vocab\n (Uptown got the vocab) Yeahh, they got the vocab\n Aiyyo, bros grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab\n\n (DC got the vocab) Word, y'all got the vocab\n (Virginia got the vocab) Aiyy, I know y'all got the vocab\n (Oakland got the vocab) Word, they got the vocab\n Aiyyo, sisters grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab\n"},{"id":22135838,"name":"Vocab (Vibey remix)","trackName":"Vocab (Vibey remix)","artistName":"Fugees","albumName":"Vocab","duration":363.933333,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Lauryn Hill\n\nYo, this is the Fugees\nRefugees\nAbout to take you on a journey\nInto the dimensions of the Booka basement\nThe basement, word\nUhh\n\nHey yo, one two three! The crew is called Re-Fu-Ge-ee-es\nAn if yu come fa tes the rap stylee\nStop the violence and just bring it on, willld\n\nOne: Lauryn Hill\n\nHey yo I, feel kind of melancholy people think they really know me\nI keep a wrap about me while I'm driving daddy's Audi\nI pay the toll fighting for my own soul\nCause the bourgeoise type of mental sucks like a flat comb\nBut I be baitin the rebel base to bass distort the EQ\nThe devil's wishin they could send me back to Mogadishu\nCause I've been wild since I was a juvenile\nAfro-centric profile, back when righteous rap was your style\nNow kids are whylin so I ask the bad black\nBoogie bandit, what's the damage, gimme the estimate then\npray tell me when's the revolution will begin?\nI turn on my TV I check out Farrakhan on CNN see\nI'm like the phantom that's flying like the bird do\nAnd things you never heard plus I come from the suburbs\nWord to God, I heard you're acting kind of hard\nAnd you got your skin scarred when they was shootin on the boulevard\n\n(You got the vocab) I got the vocab\n(On the real got the vocab) You know we got the vocab\n(All my peeps got the vocab) Yeah, we got the vocab\nAiyyo Praz, grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab\n\nTwo: Prazwell\n\nThen cast off from here to Mexico\nYou see my four-five-six a-be my Celo\nAnd when I rest my head is on a pillow\nBe-ba-dee-be, be-dee-be, be-dee-be-bo\nYou see the skills I manifest is very tho-rough\nAnd if you don't believe me ask Freres Ja-cques\nMmmm, Freres Jacques, Freres Jacques\nA dorme vous? A dorme vous?\nWATCH OUT NOW! When I choose to speak\nI'm forming the cipher fly East to the Five Percenter\nKnowledge is born, to all beginners\nCast the first stone, if you feel you ain't a sinner, ahh\nSay o-ur father, who art in heaven\nForgive the foolish rapper for he not know how Fugee be steppin\nCorrect and, stopped and kept in, nuff respect to the\nDJ, that be selectin, the type of record ahhh\n\n(You got the vocab) I got the vocab\n(The click's got the vocab) You know they got vocab\n(Brooklyn got the vocab) We got the vocab\nAiyyo Clef grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab\n\nThree: Wyclef\n\nCheck it out, here we go\nBack in Eighty-TREE, no one wanted to be NAPPY\nI turn on my TV, it's a dreadlock for FREE\nKill the gimmick\nIt's nonsense, it's no sense or value\na rapper, disaster, nobody ever told me that\n\"Roxanne, you don't got to work for money no more!\"... and...\nBack in the days I used to listen to Kool G Rap\nWay back when before guns became gats and\nRun-D.M.C. used to ask Mary was she buggin?\nI loved P.E., they kept me concious of what I was saying\nAfrika Bambaata, Poor Righteous Teacher\nGot within myself so it made me a Five Percenter\nSay La-Di-Da-Di, UHH! we like to party but\nmy jam was BDP, with My Philosophy\nSay Grandmaster Flash, MC Melle Mel\nThen LL Cool J came with Rock the Bells!\nSee I'm the one for the crew, like a Jew is a Jew\nLike Apollo got the moon, like the men who got the blue\nLike the Fu got the Manchu, Chaka got the Zulu\nHawaii got the Honolulu\nI got the rap lieu, so skippedy-de-bop-bop you don't stop\nYou do the rock-rock from hip-hop through be-bop\nfrom be-bop to bee-bee\n\n(You got the vocab) I got the vocab\n(Boogie Down got the vocab) You know they got the vocab\n(Black people got the vocab) Word, we got the vocab\nAiyyo peeps, grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab\n\n(You got the vocab) Yeahh, we got the vocab\n(Queens got the vocab) You know y'all got the vocab\n(Uptown got the vocab) Yeahh, they got the vocab\nAiyyo, bros grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab\n\n(DC got the vocab) Word, y'all got the vocab\n(Virginia got the vocab) Aiyy, I know y'all got the vocab\n(Oakland got the vocab) Word, they got the vocab\nAiyyo, sisters grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Vocab (Vibey remix)\n artist: Fugees\n album: Vocab\n duration_ms: 363933\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Lauryn Hill\n\n Yo, this is the Fugees\n Refugees\n About to take you on a journey\n Into the dimensions of the Booka basement\n The basement, word\n Uhh\n\n Hey yo, one two three! The crew is called Re-Fu-Ge-ee-es\n An if yu come fa tes the rap stylee\n Stop the violence and just bring it on, willld\n\n One: Lauryn Hill\n\n Hey yo I, feel kind of melancholy people think they really know me\n I keep a wrap about me while I'm driving daddy's Audi\n I pay the toll fighting for my own soul\n Cause the bourgeoise type of mental sucks like a flat comb\n But I be baitin the rebel base to bass distort the EQ\n The devil's wishin they could send me back to Mogadishu\n Cause I've been wild since I was a juvenile\n Afro-centric profile, back when righteous rap was your style\n Now kids are whylin so I ask the bad black\n Boogie bandit, what's the damage, gimme the estimate then\n pray tell me when's the revolution will begin?\n I turn on my TV I check out Farrakhan on CNN see\n I'm like the phantom that's flying like the bird do\n And things you never heard plus I come from the suburbs\n Word to God, I heard you're acting kind of hard\n And you got your skin scarred when they was shootin on the boulevard\n\n (You got the vocab) I got the vocab\n (On the real got the vocab) You know we got the vocab\n (All my peeps got the vocab) Yeah, we got the vocab\n Aiyyo Praz, grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab\n\n Two: Prazwell\n\n Then cast off from here to Mexico\n You see my four-five-six a-be my Celo\n And when I rest my head is on a pillow\n Be-ba-dee-be, be-dee-be, be-dee-be-bo\n You see the skills I manifest is very tho-rough\n And if you don't believe me ask Freres Ja-cques\n Mmmm, Freres Jacques, Freres Jacques\n A dorme vous? A dorme vous?\n WATCH OUT NOW! When I choose to speak\n I'm forming the cipher fly East to the Five Percenter\n Knowledge is born, to all beginners\n Cast the first stone, if you feel you ain't a sinner, ahh\n Say o-ur father, who art in heaven\n Forgive the foolish rapper for he not know how Fugee be steppin\n Correct and, stopped and kept in, nuff respect to the\n DJ, that be selectin, the type of record ahhh\n\n (You got the vocab) I got the vocab\n (The click's got the vocab) You know they got vocab\n (Brooklyn got the vocab) We got the vocab\n Aiyyo Clef grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab\n\n Three: Wyclef\n\n Check it out, here we go\n Back in Eighty-TREE, no one wanted to be NAPPY\n I turn on my TV, it's a dreadlock for FREE\n Kill the gimmick\n It's nonsense, it's no sense or value\n a rapper, disaster, nobody ever told me that\n \"Roxanne, you don't got to work for money no more!\"... and...\n Back in the days I used to listen to Kool G Rap\n Way back when before guns became gats and\n Run-D.M.C. used to ask Mary was she buggin?\n I loved P.E., they kept me concious of what I was saying\n Afrika Bambaata, Poor Righteous Teacher\n Got within myself so it made me a Five Percenter\n Say La-Di-Da-Di, UHH! we like to party but\n my jam was BDP, with My Philosophy\n Say Grandmaster Flash, MC Melle Mel\n Then LL Cool J came with Rock the Bells!\n See I'm the one for the crew, like a Jew is a Jew\n Like Apollo got the moon, like the men who got the blue\n Like the Fu got the Manchu, Chaka got the Zulu\n Hawaii got the Honolulu\n I got the rap lieu, so skippedy-de-bop-bop you don't stop\n You do the rock-rock from hip-hop through be-bop\n from be-bop to bee-bee\n\n (You got the vocab) I got the vocab\n (Boogie Down got the vocab) You know they got the vocab\n (Black people got the vocab) Word, we got the vocab\n Aiyyo peeps, grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab\n\n (You got the vocab) Yeahh, we got the vocab\n (Queens got the vocab) You know y'all got the vocab\n (Uptown got the vocab) Yeahh, they got the vocab\n Aiyyo, bros grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab\n\n (DC got the vocab) Word, y'all got the vocab\n (Virginia got the vocab) Aiyy, I know y'all got the vocab\n (Oakland got the vocab) Word, they got the vocab\n Aiyyo, sisters grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab\n"},{"id":23067071,"name":"Vocab (Remix)","trackName":"Vocab (Remix)","artistName":"Fugees Tranzlator Crew","albumName":"Vocab","duration":363.866667,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Lauryn Hill\n\nYo, this is the Fugees\nRefugees\nAbout to take you on a journey\nInto the dimensions of the Booka basement\nThe basement, word\nUhh\n\nHey yo, one two three! The crew is called Re-Fu-Ge-ee-es\nAn if yu come fa tes the rap stylee\nStop the violence and just bring it on, willld\n\nOne: Lauryn Hill\n\nHey yo I, feel kind of melancholy people think they really know me\nI keep a wrap about me while I'm driving daddy's Audi\nI pay the toll fighting for my own soul\nCause the bourgeoise type of mental sucks like a flat comb\nBut I be baitin the rebel base to bass distort the EQ\nThe devil's wishin they could send me back to Mogadishu\nCause I've been wild since I was a juvenile\nAfro-centric profile, back when righteous rap was your style\nNow kids are whylin so I ask the bad black\nBoogie bandit, what's the damage, gimme the estimate then\npray tell me when's the revolution will begin?\nI turn on my TV I check out Farrakhan on CNN see\nI'm like the phantom that's flying like the bird do\nAnd things you never heard plus I come from the suburbs\nWord to God, I heard you're acting kind of hard\nAnd you got your skin scarred when they was shootin on the boulevard\n\n(You got the vocab) I got the vocab\n(On the real got the vocab) You know we got the vocab\n(All my peeps got the vocab) Yeah, we got the vocab\nAiyyo Praz, grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab\n\nTwo: Prazwell\n\nThen cast off from here to Mexico\nYou see my four-five-six a-be my Celo\nAnd when I rest my head is on a pillow\nBe-ba-dee-be, be-dee-be, be-dee-be-bo\nYou see the skills I manifest is very tho-rough\nAnd if you don't believe me ask Freres Ja-cques\nMmmm, Freres Jacques, Freres Jacques\nA dorme vous? A dorme vous?\nWATCH OUT NOW! When I choose to speak\nI'm forming the cipher fly East to the Five Percenter\nKnowledge is born, to all beginners\nCast the first stone, if you feel you ain't a sinner, ahh\nSay o-ur father, who art in heaven\nForgive the foolish rapper for he not know how Fugee be steppin\nCorrect and, stopped and kept in, nuff respect to the\nDJ, that be selectin, the type of record ahhh\n\n(You got the vocab) I got the vocab\n(The click's got the vocab) You know they got vocab\n(Brooklyn got the vocab) We got the vocab\nAiyyo Clef grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab\n\nThree: Wyclef\n\nCheck it out, here we go\nBack in Eighty-TREE, no one wanted to be NAPPY\nI turn on my TV, it's a dreadlock for FREE\nKill the gimmick\nIt's nonsense, it's no sense or value\na rapper, disaster, nobody ever told me that\n\"Roxanne, you don't got to work for money no more!\"... and...\nBack in the days I used to listen to Kool G Rap\nWay back when before guns became gats and\nRun-D.M.C. used to ask Mary was she buggin?\nI loved P.E., they kept me concious of what I was saying\nAfrika Bambaata, Poor Righteous Teacher\nGot within myself so it made me a Five Percenter\nSay La-Di-Da-Di, UHH! we like to party but\nmy jam was BDP, with My Philosophy\nSay Grandmaster Flash, MC Melle Mel\nThen LL Cool J came with Rock the Bells!\nSee I'm the one for the crew, like a Jew is a Jew\nLike Apollo got the moon, like the men who got the blue\nLike the Fu got the Manchu, Chaka got the Zulu\nHawaii got the Honolulu\nI got the rap lieu, so skippedy-de-bop-bop you don't stop\nYou do the rock-rock from hip-hop through be-bop\nfrom be-bop to bee-bee\n\n(You got the vocab) I got the vocab\n(Boogie Down got the vocab) You know they got the vocab\n(Black people got the vocab) Word, we got the vocab\nAiyyo peeps, grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab\n\n(You got the vocab) Yeahh, we got the vocab\n(Queens got the vocab) You know y'all got the vocab\n(Uptown got the vocab) Yeahh, they got the vocab\nAiyyo, bros grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab\n\n(DC got the vocab) Word, y'all got the vocab\n(Virginia got the vocab) Aiyy, I know y'all got the vocab\n(Oakland got the vocab) Word, they got the vocab\nAiyyo, sisters grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Vocab (Remix)\n artist: Fugees Tranzlator Crew\n album: Vocab\n duration_ms: 363867\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Lauryn Hill\n\n Yo, this is the Fugees\n Refugees\n About to take you on a journey\n Into the dimensions of the Booka basement\n The basement, word\n Uhh\n\n Hey yo, one two three! The crew is called Re-Fu-Ge-ee-es\n An if yu come fa tes the rap stylee\n Stop the violence and just bring it on, willld\n\n One: Lauryn Hill\n\n Hey yo I, feel kind of melancholy people think they really know me\n I keep a wrap about me while I'm driving daddy's Audi\n I pay the toll fighting for my own soul\n Cause the bourgeoise type of mental sucks like a flat comb\n But I be baitin the rebel base to bass distort the EQ\n The devil's wishin they could send me back to Mogadishu\n Cause I've been wild since I was a juvenile\n Afro-centric profile, back when righteous rap was your style\n Now kids are whylin so I ask the bad black\n Boogie bandit, what's the damage, gimme the estimate then\n pray tell me when's the revolution will begin?\n I turn on my TV I check out Farrakhan on CNN see\n I'm like the phantom that's flying like the bird do\n And things you never heard plus I come from the suburbs\n Word to God, I heard you're acting kind of hard\n And you got your skin scarred when they was shootin on the boulevard\n\n (You got the vocab) I got the vocab\n (On the real got the vocab) You know we got the vocab\n (All my peeps got the vocab) Yeah, we got the vocab\n Aiyyo Praz, grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab\n\n Two: Prazwell\n\n Then cast off from here to Mexico\n You see my four-five-six a-be my Celo\n And when I rest my head is on a pillow\n Be-ba-dee-be, be-dee-be, be-dee-be-bo\n You see the skills I manifest is very tho-rough\n And if you don't believe me ask Freres Ja-cques\n Mmmm, Freres Jacques, Freres Jacques\n A dorme vous? A dorme vous?\n WATCH OUT NOW! When I choose to speak\n I'm forming the cipher fly East to the Five Percenter\n Knowledge is born, to all beginners\n Cast the first stone, if you feel you ain't a sinner, ahh\n Say o-ur father, who art in heaven\n Forgive the foolish rapper for he not know how Fugee be steppin\n Correct and, stopped and kept in, nuff respect to the\n DJ, that be selectin, the type of record ahhh\n\n (You got the vocab) I got the vocab\n (The click's got the vocab) You know they got vocab\n (Brooklyn got the vocab) We got the vocab\n Aiyyo Clef grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab\n\n Three: Wyclef\n\n Check it out, here we go\n Back in Eighty-TREE, no one wanted to be NAPPY\n I turn on my TV, it's a dreadlock for FREE\n Kill the gimmick\n It's nonsense, it's no sense or value\n a rapper, disaster, nobody ever told me that\n \"Roxanne, you don't got to work for money no more!\"... and...\n Back in the days I used to listen to Kool G Rap\n Way back when before guns became gats and\n Run-D.M.C. used to ask Mary was she buggin?\n I loved P.E., they kept me concious of what I was saying\n Afrika Bambaata, Poor Righteous Teacher\n Got within myself so it made me a Five Percenter\n Say La-Di-Da-Di, UHH! we like to party but\n my jam was BDP, with My Philosophy\n Say Grandmaster Flash, MC Melle Mel\n Then LL Cool J came with Rock the Bells!\n See I'm the one for the crew, like a Jew is a Jew\n Like Apollo got the moon, like the men who got the blue\n Like the Fu got the Manchu, Chaka got the Zulu\n Hawaii got the Honolulu\n I got the rap lieu, so skippedy-de-bop-bop you don't stop\n You do the rock-rock from hip-hop through be-bop\n from be-bop to bee-bee\n\n (You got the vocab) I got the vocab\n (Boogie Down got the vocab) You know they got the vocab\n (Black people got the vocab) Word, we got the vocab\n Aiyyo peeps, grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab\n\n (You got the vocab) Yeahh, we got the vocab\n (Queens got the vocab) You know y'all got the vocab\n (Uptown got the vocab) Yeahh, they got the vocab\n Aiyyo, bros grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab\n\n (DC got the vocab) Word, y'all got the vocab\n (Virginia got the vocab) Aiyy, I know y'all got the vocab\n (Oakland got the vocab) Word, they got the vocab\n Aiyyo, sisters grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab\n"},{"id":9862240,"name":"Vocab (Refugees Hip Hop remix)","trackName":"Vocab (Refugees Hip Hop remix)","artistName":"Fugees","albumName":"Vocab","duration":246.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Lauryn Hill\n\nYo, this is the Fugees\nRefugees\nAbout to take you on a journey\nInto the dimensions of the Booka basement\nThe basement, word\nUhh\n\nHey yo, one two three! The crew is called Re-Fu-Ge-ee-es\nAn if yu come fa tes the rap stylee\nStop the violence and just bring it on, willld\n\nOne: Lauryn Hill\n\nHey yo I, feel kind of melancholy people think they really know me\nI keep a wrap about me while I'm driving daddy's Audi\nI pay the toll fighting for my own soul\nCause the bourgeoise type of mental sucks like a flat comb\nBut I be baitin the rebel base to bass distort the EQ\nThe devil's wishin they could send me back to Mogadishu\nCause I've been wild since I was a juvenile\nAfro-centric profile, back when righteous rap was your style\nNow kids are whylin so I ask the bad black\nBoogie bandit, what's the damage, gimme the estimate then\npray tell me when's the revolution will begin?\nI turn on my TV I check out Farrakhan on CNN see\nI'm like the phantom that's flying like the bird do\nAnd things you never heard plus I come from the suburbs\nWord to God, I heard you're acting kind of hard\nAnd you got your skin scarred when they was shootin on the boulevard\n\n(You got the vocab) I got the vocab\n(On the real got the vocab) You know we got the vocab\n(All my peeps got the vocab) Yeah, we got the vocab\nAiyyo Praz, grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab\n\nTwo: Prazwell\n\nThen cast off from here to Mexico\nYou see my four-five-six a-be my Celo\nAnd when I rest my head is on a pillow\nBe-ba-dee-be, be-dee-be, be-dee-be-bo\nYou see the skills I manifest is very tho-rough\nAnd if you don't believe me ask Freres Ja-cques\nMmmm, Freres Jacques, Freres Jacques\nA dorme vous? A dorme vous?\nWATCH OUT NOW! When I choose to speak\nI'm forming the cipher fly East to the Five Percenter\nKnowledge is born, to all beginners\nCast the first stone, if you feel you ain't a sinner, ahh\nSay o-ur father, who art in heaven\nForgive the foolish rapper for he not know how Fugee be steppin\nCorrect and, stopped and kept in, nuff respect to the\nDJ, that be selectin, the type of record ahhh\n\n(You got the vocab) I got the vocab\n(The click's got the vocab) You know they got vocab\n(Brooklyn got the vocab) We got the vocab\nAiyyo Clef grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab\n\nThree: Wyclef\n\nCheck it out, here we go\nBack in Eighty-TREE, no one wanted to be NAPPY\nI turn on my TV, it's a dreadlock for FREE\nKill the gimmick\nIt's nonsense, it's no sense or value\na rapper, disaster, nobody ever told me that\n\"Roxanne, you don't got to work for money no more!\"... and...\nBack in the days I used to listen to Kool G Rap\nWay back when before guns became gats and\nRun-D.M.C. used to ask Mary was she buggin?\nI loved P.E., they kept me concious of what I was saying\nAfrika Bambaata, Poor Righteous Teacher\nGot within myself so it made me a Five Percenter\nSay La-Di-Da-Di, UHH! we like to party but\nmy jam was BDP, with My Philosophy\nSay Grandmaster Flash, MC Melle Mel\nThen LL Cool J came with Rock the Bells!\nSee I'm the one for the crew, like a Jew is a Jew\nLike Apollo got the moon, like the men who got the blue\nLike the Fu got the Manchu, Chaka got the Zulu\nHawaii got the Honolulu\nI got the rap lieu, so skippedy-de-bop-bop you don't stop\nYou do the rock-rock from hip-hop through be-bop\nfrom be-bop to bee-bee\n\n(You got the vocab) I got the vocab\n(Boogie Down got the vocab) You know they got the vocab\n(Black people got the vocab) Word, we got the vocab\nAiyyo peeps, grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab\n\n(You got the vocab) Yeahh, we got the vocab\n(Queens got the vocab) You know y'all got the vocab\n(Uptown got the vocab) Yeahh, they got the vocab\nAiyyo, bros grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab\n\n(DC got the vocab) Word, y'all got the vocab\n(Virginia got the vocab) Aiyy, I know y'all got the vocab\n(Oakland got the vocab) Word, they got the vocab\nAiyyo, sisters grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.75] Lauryn Hill\n[00:04.94] Yo, this is the Fugees\n[00:05.81] Refugees\n[00:07.13] About to take you on a journey\n[00:09.16] Into the dimensions of the Booka basement\n[00:11.85] The basement, word\n[00:14.95] Uhh\n[00:16.20] Hey yo, one two three! 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A dorme vous?\n[01:45.52] WATCH OUT NOW! 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The crew is called Re-Fu-Ge-ee-es\n An if yu come fa tes the rap stylee\n Stop the violence and just bring it on, willld\n\n One: Lauryn Hill\n\n Hey yo I, feel kind of melancholy people think they really know me\n I keep a wrap about me while I'm driving daddy's Audi\n I pay the toll fighting for my own soul\n Cause the bourgeoise type of mental sucks like a flat comb\n But I be baitin the rebel base to bass distort the EQ\n The devil's wishin they could send me back to Mogadishu\n Cause I've been wild since I was a juvenile\n Afro-centric profile, back when righteous rap was your style\n Now kids are whylin so I ask the bad black\n Boogie bandit, what's the damage, gimme the estimate then\n pray tell me when's the revolution will begin?\n I turn on my TV I check out Farrakhan on CNN see\n I'm like the phantom that's flying like the bird do\n And things you never heard plus I come from the suburbs\n Word to God, I heard you're acting kind of hard\n And you got your skin scarred when they was shootin on the boulevard\n\n (You got the vocab) I got the vocab\n (On the real got the vocab) You know we got the vocab\n (All my peeps got the vocab) Yeah, we got the vocab\n Aiyyo Praz, grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab\n\n Two: Prazwell\n\n Then cast off from here to Mexico\n You see my four-five-six a-be my Celo\n And when I rest my head is on a pillow\n Be-ba-dee-be, be-dee-be, be-dee-be-bo\n You see the skills I manifest is very tho-rough\n And if you don't believe me ask Freres Ja-cques\n Mmmm, Freres Jacques, Freres Jacques\n A dorme vous? A dorme vous?\n WATCH OUT NOW! When I choose to speak\n I'm forming the cipher fly East to the Five Percenter\n Knowledge is born, to all beginners\n Cast the first stone, if you feel you ain't a sinner, ahh\n Say o-ur father, who art in heaven\n Forgive the foolish rapper for he not know how Fugee be steppin\n Correct and, stopped and kept in, nuff respect to the\n DJ, that be selectin, the type of record ahhh\n\n (You got the vocab) I got the vocab\n (The click's got the vocab) You know they got vocab\n (Brooklyn got the vocab) We got the vocab\n Aiyyo Clef grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab\n\n Three: Wyclef\n\n Check it out, here we go\n Back in Eighty-TREE, no one wanted to be NAPPY\n I turn on my TV, it's a dreadlock for FREE\n Kill the gimmick\n It's nonsense, it's no sense or value\n a rapper, disaster, nobody ever told me that\n \"Roxanne, you don't got to work for money no more!\"... and...\n Back in the days I used to listen to Kool G Rap\n Way back when before guns became gats and\n Run-D.M.C. used to ask Mary was she buggin?\n I loved P.E., they kept me concious of what I was saying\n Afrika Bambaata, Poor Righteous Teacher\n Got within myself so it made me a Five Percenter\n Say La-Di-Da-Di, UHH! we like to party but\n my jam was BDP, with My Philosophy\n Say Grandmaster Flash, MC Melle Mel\n Then LL Cool J came with Rock the Bells!\n See I'm the one for the crew, like a Jew is a Jew\n Like Apollo got the moon, like the men who got the blue\n Like the Fu got the Manchu, Chaka got the Zulu\n Hawaii got the Honolulu\n I got the rap lieu, so skippedy-de-bop-bop you don't stop\n You do the rock-rock from hip-hop through be-bop\n from be-bop to bee-bee\n\n (You got the vocab) I got the vocab\n (Boogie Down got the vocab) You know they got the vocab\n (Black people got the vocab) Word, we got the vocab\n Aiyyo peeps, grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab\n\n (You got the vocab) Yeahh, we got the vocab\n (Queens got the vocab) You know y'all got the vocab\n (Uptown got the vocab) Yeahh, they got the vocab\n Aiyyo, bros grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab\n\n (DC got the vocab) Word, y'all got the vocab\n (Virginia got the vocab) Aiyy, I know y'all got the vocab\n (Oakland got the vocab) Word, they got the vocab\n Aiyyo, sisters grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab\n"},{"id":19872834,"name":"Vocab (Vibey Remix)","trackName":"Vocab (Vibey Remix)","artistName":"Fugees Tranzlator Crew","albumName":"Vocab","duration":363.933333,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Lauryn Hill\n\nYo, this is the Fugees\nRefugees\nAbout to take you on a journey\nInto the dimensions of the Booka basement\nThe basement, word\nUhh\n\nHey yo, one two three! The crew is called Re-Fu-Ge-ee-es\nAn if yu come fa tes the rap stylee\nStop the violence and just bring it on, willld\n\nOne: Lauryn Hill\n\nHey yo I, feel kind of melancholy people think they really know me\nI keep a wrap about me while I'm driving daddy's Audi\nI pay the toll fighting for my own soul\nCause the bourgeoise type of mental sucks like a flat comb\nBut I be baitin the rebel base to bass distort the EQ\nThe devil's wishin they could send me back to Mogadishu\nCause I've been wild since I was a juvenile\nAfro-centric profile, back when righteous rap was your style\nNow kids are whylin so I ask the bad black\nBoogie bandit, what's the damage, gimme the estimate then\npray tell me when's the revolution will begin?\nI turn on my TV I check out Farrakhan on CNN see\nI'm like the phantom that's flying like the bird do\nAnd things you never heard plus I come from the suburbs\nWord to God, I heard you're acting kind of hard\nAnd you got your skin scarred when they was shootin on the boulevard\n\n(You got the vocab) I got the vocab\n(On the real got the vocab) You know we got the vocab\n(All my peeps got the vocab) Yeah, we got the vocab\nAiyyo Praz, grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab\n\nTwo: Prazwell\n\nThen cast off from here to Mexico\nYou see my four-five-six a-be my Celo\nAnd when I rest my head is on a pillow\nBe-ba-dee-be, be-dee-be, be-dee-be-bo\nYou see the skills I manifest is very tho-rough\nAnd if you don't believe me ask Freres Ja-cques\nMmmm, Freres Jacques, Freres Jacques\nA dorme vous? A dorme vous?\nWATCH OUT NOW! When I choose to speak\nI'm forming the cipher fly East to the Five Percenter\nKnowledge is born, to all beginners\nCast the first stone, if you feel you ain't a sinner, ahh\nSay o-ur father, who art in heaven\nForgive the foolish rapper for he not know how Fugee be steppin\nCorrect and, stopped and kept in, nuff respect to the\nDJ, that be selectin, the type of record ahhh\n\n(You got the vocab) I got the vocab\n(The click's got the vocab) You know they got vocab\n(Brooklyn got the vocab) We got the vocab\nAiyyo Clef grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab\n\nThree: Wyclef\n\nCheck it out, here we go\nBack in Eighty-TREE, no one wanted to be NAPPY\nI turn on my TV, it's a dreadlock for FREE\nKill the gimmick\nIt's nonsense, it's no sense or value\na rapper, disaster, nobody ever told me that\n\"Roxanne, you don't got to work for money no more!\"... and...\nBack in the days I used to listen to Kool G Rap\nWay back when before guns became gats and\nRun-D.M.C. used to ask Mary was she buggin?\nI loved P.E., they kept me concious of what I was saying\nAfrika Bambaata, Poor Righteous Teacher\nGot within myself so it made me a Five Percenter\nSay La-Di-Da-Di, UHH! we like to party but\nmy jam was BDP, with My Philosophy\nSay Grandmaster Flash, MC Melle Mel\nThen LL Cool J came with Rock the Bells!\nSee I'm the one for the crew, like a Jew is a Jew\nLike Apollo got the moon, like the men who got the blue\nLike the Fu got the Manchu, Chaka got the Zulu\nHawaii got the Honolulu\nI got the rap lieu, so skippedy-de-bop-bop you don't stop\nYou do the rock-rock from hip-hop through be-bop\nfrom be-bop to bee-bee\n\n(You got the vocab) I got the vocab\n(Boogie Down got the vocab) You know they got the vocab\n(Black people got the vocab) Word, we got the vocab\nAiyyo peeps, grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab\n\n(You got the vocab) Yeahh, we got the vocab\n(Queens got the vocab) You know y'all got the vocab\n(Uptown got the vocab) Yeahh, they got the vocab\nAiyyo, bros grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab\n\n(DC got the vocab) Word, y'all got the vocab\n(Virginia got the vocab) Aiyy, I know y'all got the vocab\n(Oakland got the vocab) Word, they got the vocab\nAiyyo, sisters grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Vocab (Vibey Remix)\n artist: Fugees Tranzlator Crew\n album: Vocab\n duration_ms: 363933\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Lauryn Hill\n\n Yo, this is the Fugees\n Refugees\n About to take you on a journey\n Into the dimensions of the Booka basement\n The basement, word\n Uhh\n\n Hey yo, one two three! The crew is called Re-Fu-Ge-ee-es\n An if yu come fa tes the rap stylee\n Stop the violence and just bring it on, willld\n\n One: Lauryn Hill\n\n Hey yo I, feel kind of melancholy people think they really know me\n I keep a wrap about me while I'm driving daddy's Audi\n I pay the toll fighting for my own soul\n Cause the bourgeoise type of mental sucks like a flat comb\n But I be baitin the rebel base to bass distort the EQ\n The devil's wishin they could send me back to Mogadishu\n Cause I've been wild since I was a juvenile\n Afro-centric profile, back when righteous rap was your style\n Now kids are whylin so I ask the bad black\n Boogie bandit, what's the damage, gimme the estimate then\n pray tell me when's the revolution will begin?\n I turn on my TV I check out Farrakhan on CNN see\n I'm like the phantom that's flying like the bird do\n And things you never heard plus I come from the suburbs\n Word to God, I heard you're acting kind of hard\n And you got your skin scarred when they was shootin on the boulevard\n\n (You got the vocab) I got the vocab\n (On the real got the vocab) You know we got the vocab\n (All my peeps got the vocab) Yeah, we got the vocab\n Aiyyo Praz, grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab\n\n Two: Prazwell\n\n Then cast off from here to Mexico\n You see my four-five-six a-be my Celo\n And when I rest my head is on a pillow\n Be-ba-dee-be, be-dee-be, be-dee-be-bo\n You see the skills I manifest is very tho-rough\n And if you don't believe me ask Freres Ja-cques\n Mmmm, Freres Jacques, Freres Jacques\n A dorme vous? A dorme vous?\n WATCH OUT NOW! When I choose to speak\n I'm forming the cipher fly East to the Five Percenter\n Knowledge is born, to all beginners\n Cast the first stone, if you feel you ain't a sinner, ahh\n Say o-ur father, who art in heaven\n Forgive the foolish rapper for he not know how Fugee be steppin\n Correct and, stopped and kept in, nuff respect to the\n DJ, that be selectin, the type of record ahhh\n\n (You got the vocab) I got the vocab\n (The click's got the vocab) You know they got vocab\n (Brooklyn got the vocab) We got the vocab\n Aiyyo Clef grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab\n\n Three: Wyclef\n\n Check it out, here we go\n Back in Eighty-TREE, no one wanted to be NAPPY\n I turn on my TV, it's a dreadlock for FREE\n Kill the gimmick\n It's nonsense, it's no sense or value\n a rapper, disaster, nobody ever told me that\n \"Roxanne, you don't got to work for money no more!\"... and...\n Back in the days I used to listen to Kool G Rap\n Way back when before guns became gats and\n Run-D.M.C. used to ask Mary was she buggin?\n I loved P.E., they kept me concious of what I was saying\n Afrika Bambaata, Poor Righteous Teacher\n Got within myself so it made me a Five Percenter\n Say La-Di-Da-Di, UHH! we like to party but\n my jam was BDP, with My Philosophy\n Say Grandmaster Flash, MC Melle Mel\n Then LL Cool J came with Rock the Bells!\n See I'm the one for the crew, like a Jew is a Jew\n Like Apollo got the moon, like the men who got the blue\n Like the Fu got the Manchu, Chaka got the Zulu\n Hawaii got the Honolulu\n I got the rap lieu, so skippedy-de-bop-bop you don't stop\n You do the rock-rock from hip-hop through be-bop\n from be-bop to bee-bee\n\n (You got the vocab) I got the vocab\n (Boogie Down got the vocab) You know they got the vocab\n (Black people got the vocab) Word, we got the vocab\n Aiyyo peeps, grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab\n\n (You got the vocab) Yeahh, we got the vocab\n (Queens got the vocab) You know y'all got the vocab\n (Uptown got the vocab) Yeahh, they got the vocab\n Aiyyo, bros grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab\n\n (DC got the vocab) Word, y'all got the vocab\n (Virginia got the vocab) Aiyy, I know y'all got the vocab\n (Oakland got the vocab) Word, they got the vocab\n Aiyyo, sisters grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab\n"},{"id":39711502,"name":"Vocab (Refugees Hip Hop remix)","trackName":"Vocab (Refugees Hip Hop remix)","artistName":"Fugees (Refugee Camp)","albumName":"Vocab (Refugees Hip Hop remix)","duration":277.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Lauryn Hill\n\nYo, this is the Fugees\nRefugees\nAbout to take you on a journey\nInto the dimensions of the Booka basement\nThe basement, word\nUhh\n\nHey yo, one two three! The crew is called Re-Fu-Ge-ee-es\nAn if yu come fa tes the rap stylee\nStop the violence and just bring it on, willld\n\nOne: Lauryn Hill\n\nHey yo I, feel kind of melancholy people think they really know me\nI keep a wrap about me while I'm driving daddy's Audi\nI pay the toll fighting for my own soul\nCause the bourgeoise type of mental sucks like a flat comb\nBut I be baitin the rebel base to bass distort the EQ\nThe devil's wishin they could send me back to Mogadishu\nCause I've been wild since I was a juvenile\nAfro-centric profile, back when righteous rap was your style\nNow kids are whylin so I ask the bad black\nBoogie bandit, what's the damage, gimme the estimate then\npray tell me when's the revolution will begin?\nI turn on my TV I check out Farrakhan on CNN see\nI'm like the phantom that's flying like the bird do\nAnd things you never heard plus I come from the suburbs\nWord to God, I heard you're acting kind of hard\nAnd you got your skin scarred when they was shootin on the boulevard\n\n(You got the vocab) I got the vocab\n(On the real got the vocab) You know we got the vocab\n(All my peeps got the vocab) Yeah, we got the vocab\nAiyyo Praz, grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab\n\nTwo: Prazwell\n\nThen cast off from here to Mexico\nYou see my four-five-six a-be my Celo\nAnd when I rest my head is on a pillow\nBe-ba-dee-be, be-dee-be, be-dee-be-bo\nYou see the skills I manifest is very tho-rough\nAnd if you don't believe me ask Freres Ja-cques\nMmmm, Freres Jacques, Freres Jacques\nA dorme vous? A dorme vous?\nWATCH OUT NOW! When I choose to speak\nI'm forming the cipher fly East to the Five Percenter\nKnowledge is born, to all beginners\nCast the first stone, if you feel you ain't a sinner, ahh\nSay o-ur father, who art in heaven\nForgive the foolish rapper for he not know how Fugee be steppin\nCorrect and, stopped and kept in, nuff respect to the\nDJ, that be selectin, the type of record ahhh\n\n(You got the vocab) I got the vocab\n(The click's got the vocab) You know they got vocab\n(Brooklyn got the vocab) We got the vocab\nAiyyo Clef grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab\n\nThree: Wyclef\n\nCheck it out, here we go\nBack in Eighty-TREE, no one wanted to be NAPPY\nI turn on my TV, it's a dreadlock for FREE\nKill the gimmick\nIt's nonsense, it's no sense or value\na rapper, disaster, nobody ever told me that\n\"Roxanne, you don't got to work for money no more!\"... and...\nBack in the days I used to listen to Kool G Rap\nWay back when before guns became gats and\nRun-D.M.C. used to ask Mary was she buggin?\nI loved P.E., they kept me concious of what I was saying\nAfrika Bambaata, Poor Righteous Teacher\nGot within myself so it made me a Five Percenter\nSay La-Di-Da-Di, UHH! we like to party but\nmy jam was BDP, with My Philosophy\nSay Grandmaster Flash, MC Melle Mel\nThen LL Cool J came with Rock the Bells!\nSee I'm the one for the crew, like a Jew is a Jew\nLike Apollo got the moon, like the men who got the blue\nLike the Fu got the Manchu, Chaka got the Zulu\nHawaii got the Honolulu\nI got the rap lieu, so skippedy-de-bop-bop you don't stop\nYou do the rock-rock from hip-hop through be-bop\nfrom be-bop to bee-bee\n\n(You got the vocab) I got the vocab\n(Boogie Down got the vocab) You know they got the vocab\n(Black people got the vocab) Word, we got the vocab\nAiyyo peeps, grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab\n\n(You got the vocab) Yeahh, we got the vocab\n(Queens got the vocab) You know y'all got the vocab\n(Uptown got the vocab) Yeahh, they got the vocab\nAiyyo, bros grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab\n\n(DC got the vocab) Word, y'all got the vocab\n(Virginia got the vocab) Aiyy, I know y'all got the vocab\n(Oakland got the vocab) Word, they got the vocab\nAiyyo, sisters grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.84]Lauryn Hill\n[00:02.93]Yo, this is the Fugees\n[00:04.99]Refugees\n[00:06.79]About to take you on a journey\n[00:08.60]Into the dimensions of the Booka basement\n[00:11.26]The basement, word\n[00:14.86]Uhh\n[00:15.73]Hey yo, one two three! The crew is called Re-Fu-Ge-ee-es\n[00:20.35]An if yu come fa tes the rap stylee\n[00:23.04]Stop the violence and just bring it on, willld\n[00:26.72]One: Lauryn Hill\n[00:27.67]Hey yo I, feel kind of melancholy people think they really know me\n[00:30.38]I keep a wrap about me while I'm driving daddy's Audi\n[00:33.00]I pay the toll fighting for my own soul\n[00:35.74]Cause the bourgeoise type of mental sucks like a flat comb\n[00:38.50]But I be baitin the rebel base to bass distort the EQ\n[00:41.27]The devil's wishin they could send me back to Mogadishu\n[00:43.96]Cause I've been wild since I was a juvenile\n[00:46.77]Afro-centric profile, back when righteous rap was your style\n[00:49.47]Now kids are whylin so I ask the bad black\n[00:52.13]Boogie bandit, what's the damage, gimme the estimate then\n[00:55.70]pray tell me when's the revolution will begin?\n[00:57.53]I turn on my TV I check out Farrakhan on CNN see\n[01:01.10]I'm like the phantom that's flying like the bird do\n[01:03.02]And things you never heard plus I come from the suburbs\n[01:05.73]Word to God, I heard you're acting kind of hard\n[01:09.44]And you got your skin scarred when they was shootin on the boulevard\n[01:11.24](You got the vocab) I got the vocab\n[01:13.01](On the real got the vocab) You know we got the vocab\n[01:16.66](All my peeps got the vocab) Yeah, we got the vocab\n[01:19.48]Aiyyo Praz, grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab\n[01:22.16]Two: Prazwell\n[01:23.09]Then cast off from here to Mexico\n[01:24.87]You see my four-five-six a-be my Celo\n[01:28.55]And when I rest my head is on a pillow\n[01:31.28]Be-ba-dee-be, be-dee-be, be-dee-be-bo\n[01:33.94]You see the skills I manifest is very tho-rough\n[01:36.62]And if you don't believe me ask Freres Ja-cques\n[01:39.32]Mmmm, Freres Jacques, Freres Jacques\n[01:43.08]A dorme vous? A dorme vous?\n[01:44.87]WATCH OUT NOW! When I choose to speak\n[01:47.54]I'm forming the cipher fly East to the Five Percenter\n[01:51.26]Knowledge is born, to all beginners\n[01:53.95]Cast the first stone, if you feel you ain't a sinner, ahh\n[01:56.64]Say o-ur father, who art in heaven\n[01:59.40]Forgive the foolish rapper for he not know how Fugee be steppin\n[02:02.16]Correct and, stopped and kept in, nuff respect to the\n[02:04.81]DJ, that be selectin, the type of record ahhh\n[02:07.57](You got the vocab) I got the vocab\n[02:10.33](The click's got the vocab) You know they got vocab\n[02:13.08](Brooklyn got the vocab) We got the vocab\n[02:15.71]Aiyyo Clef grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab\n[02:17.54]Three: Wyclef\n[02:18.42]Check it out, here we go\n[02:21.11]Back in Eighty-TREE, no one wanted to be NAPPY\n[02:22.06]I turn on my TV, it's a dreadlock for FREE\n[02:23.06]Kill the gimmick\n[02:25.75]It's nonsense, it's no sense or value\n[02:27.51]a rapper, disaster, nobody ever told me that\n[02:30.27]\"Roxanne, you don't got to work for money no more!\"... and...\n[02:35.62]Back in the days I used to listen to Kool G Rap\n[02:38.50]Way back when before guns became gats and\n[02:41.13]Run-D.M.C. used to ask Mary was she buggin?\n[02:43.82]I loved P.E., they kept me concious of what I was saying\n[02:46.57]Afrika Bambaata, Poor Righteous Teacher\n[02:49.29]Got within myself so it made me a Five Percenter\n[02:52.90]Say La-Di-Da-Di, UHH! we like to party but\n[02:55.61]my jam was BDP, with My Philosophy\n[02:57.42]Say Grandmaster Flash, MC Melle Mel\n[03:01.02]Then LL Cool J came with Rock the Bells!\n[03:03.70]See I'm the one for the crew, like a Jew is a Jew\n[03:06.59]Like Apollo got the moon, like the men who got the blue\n[03:09.26]Like the Fu got the Manchu, Chaka got the Zulu\n[03:12.86]Hawaii got the Honolulu\n[03:14.64]I got the rap lieu, so skippedy-de-bop-bop you don't stop\n[03:17.41]You do the rock-rock from hip-hop through be-bop\n[03:20.17]from be-bop to bee-bee\n[03:21.01](You got the vocab) I got the vocab\n[03:22.82](Boogie Down got the vocab) You know they got the vocab\n[03:24.64](Black people got the vocab) Word, we got the vocab\n[03:28.34]Aiyyo peeps, grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab\n[03:31.11](You got the vocab) Yeahh, we got the vocab\n[03:33.85](Queens got the vocab) You know y'all got the vocab\n[03:36.58](Uptown got the vocab) Yeahh, they got the vocab\n[03:40.13]Aiyyo, bros grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab\n[03:41.96](DC got the vocab) Word, y'all got the vocab\n[03:44.75](Virginia got the vocab) Aiyy, I know y'all got the vocab\n[03:47.49](Oakland got the vocab) Word, they got the vocab\n[03:51.02]Aiyyo, sisters grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab\n[03:52.96]","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Vocab (Refugees Hip Hop remix)\n artist: Fugees (Refugee Camp)\n album: Vocab (Refugees Hip Hop remix)\n duration_ms: 277000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Lauryn Hill\n start_ms: 1840\n end_ms: 2930\n- text: Yo, this is the Fugees\n start_ms: 2930\n end_ms: 4990\n- text: Refugees\n start_ms: 4990\n end_ms: 6790\n- text: About to take you on a journey\n start_ms: 6790\n end_ms: 8600\n- text: Into the dimensions of the Booka basement\n start_ms: 8600\n end_ms: 11260\n- text: The basement, word\n start_ms: 11260\n end_ms: 14860\n- text: Uhh\n start_ms: 14860\n end_ms: 15730\n- text: Hey yo, one two three! 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The crew is called Re-Fu-Ge-ee-es\n An if yu come fa tes the rap stylee\n Stop the violence and just bring it on, willld\n\n One: Lauryn Hill\n\n Hey yo I, feel kind of melancholy people think they really know me\n I keep a wrap about me while I'm driving daddy's Audi\n I pay the toll fighting for my own soul\n Cause the bourgeoise type of mental sucks like a flat comb\n But I be baitin the rebel base to bass distort the EQ\n The devil's wishin they could send me back to Mogadishu\n Cause I've been wild since I was a juvenile\n Afro-centric profile, back when righteous rap was your style\n Now kids are whylin so I ask the bad black\n Boogie bandit, what's the damage, gimme the estimate then\n pray tell me when's the revolution will begin?\n I turn on my TV I check out Farrakhan on CNN see\n I'm like the phantom that's flying like the bird do\n And things you never heard plus I come from the suburbs\n Word to God, I heard you're acting kind of hard\n And you got your skin scarred when they was shootin on the boulevard\n\n (You got the vocab) I got the vocab\n (On the real got the vocab) You know we got the vocab\n (All my peeps got the vocab) Yeah, we got the vocab\n Aiyyo Praz, grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab\n\n Two: Prazwell\n\n Then cast off from here to Mexico\n You see my four-five-six a-be my Celo\n And when I rest my head is on a pillow\n Be-ba-dee-be, be-dee-be, be-dee-be-bo\n You see the skills I manifest is very tho-rough\n And if you don't believe me ask Freres Ja-cques\n Mmmm, Freres Jacques, Freres Jacques\n A dorme vous? A dorme vous?\n WATCH OUT NOW! When I choose to speak\n I'm forming the cipher fly East to the Five Percenter\n Knowledge is born, to all beginners\n Cast the first stone, if you feel you ain't a sinner, ahh\n Say o-ur father, who art in heaven\n Forgive the foolish rapper for he not know how Fugee be steppin\n Correct and, stopped and kept in, nuff respect to the\n DJ, that be selectin, the type of record ahhh\n\n (You got the vocab) I got the vocab\n (The click's got the vocab) You know they got vocab\n (Brooklyn got the vocab) We got the vocab\n Aiyyo Clef grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab\n\n Three: Wyclef\n\n Check it out, here we go\n Back in Eighty-TREE, no one wanted to be NAPPY\n I turn on my TV, it's a dreadlock for FREE\n Kill the gimmick\n It's nonsense, it's no sense or value\n a rapper, disaster, nobody ever told me that\n \"Roxanne, you don't got to work for money no more!\"... and...\n Back in the days I used to listen to Kool G Rap\n Way back when before guns became gats and\n Run-D.M.C. used to ask Mary was she buggin?\n I loved P.E., they kept me concious of what I was saying\n Afrika Bambaata, Poor Righteous Teacher\n Got within myself so it made me a Five Percenter\n Say La-Di-Da-Di, UHH! we like to party but\n my jam was BDP, with My Philosophy\n Say Grandmaster Flash, MC Melle Mel\n Then LL Cool J came with Rock the Bells!\n See I'm the one for the crew, like a Jew is a Jew\n Like Apollo got the moon, like the men who got the blue\n Like the Fu got the Manchu, Chaka got the Zulu\n Hawaii got the Honolulu\n I got the rap lieu, so skippedy-de-bop-bop you don't stop\n You do the rock-rock from hip-hop through be-bop\n from be-bop to bee-bee\n\n (You got the vocab) I got the vocab\n (Boogie Down got the vocab) You know they got the vocab\n (Black people got the vocab) Word, we got the vocab\n Aiyyo peeps, grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab\n\n (You got the vocab) Yeahh, we got the vocab\n (Queens got the vocab) You know y'all got the vocab\n (Uptown got the vocab) Yeahh, they got the vocab\n Aiyyo, bros grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab\n\n (DC got the vocab) Word, y'all got the vocab\n (Virginia got the vocab) Aiyy, I know y'all got the vocab\n (Oakland got the vocab) Word, they got the vocab\n Aiyyo, sisters grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab\n"},{"id":30606059,"name":"Vocab (Salaam's Remix)","trackName":"Vocab (Salaam's Remix)","artistName":"Fugees","albumName":"Fugees (Refugee Camp) Bootleg Version","duration":421.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Uh-Huh, Uh-Huh...\n\n((Wyclef - Singing) {Wyclef in brackets} Lauryn Singing in parentheses)\nVocab, on your mind! {We used to rock the mics in the park!} (Vocab)\nVocab, in your mind! {We used to rock the mic after dark} (Vocab)\nThe Vocab we bring is Blunted On Reality! {We used to rock the mics in the\nPark!}\n(Vocab)\nSo kick back, relax, with a crew called Refugees {We used to rock the mic\nAfter dark} (Vocab)\n\n(Wyclef - One)\nUh to my, people who pass\nI pass gas, to light my incense\nI do a sundance, for those who died in the ambulance\nA simple stick-up, 'cause affects on the wrong lad\nWrong vocab, he fell into the gap, no coming back\nYour hurry is he gets buried, the streets are empty\nMom cry \"misery\"\nLittle Bill waits for the adversary\n'Cause if it's my brother, I gotta get revenge\nAction brings reaction, provoked by the street gem\nThat's when, oh help me, please Zsa Zsa\nMy niggas come to the dance, gun salute, with the revolver! (BLAOW!)\nOut of respect, you catch wreck, they blast the tech!\nIf your shit is wack, don't turn your back, you'll get pussy-smacked!\nI don't matter the year, tears for fears, I rule the world\nAnd in my vision, the world is science fiction\nRoxanne! You don't have to work for money no more!\nAnd... I'm not smiling at no fake M.C.'s\n'Cause is it me, or do you work for the K.G.B.?\nA-Schiscka Bob, he drives a Dodge, he's a nobody\nNobody's a somebody\nThis nobody's a spy, kid\nHe's the rap trader, I'm the battle fulfiller\nAnd if I was Magilla Gorilla, the mic's my Ban-ana\nSo Coca-Cabana, who Anna on my scanner?\nMy Grandma slam-a-any crews\nBan, or surrender, Anna!\nRefugee Camp, grab him! Bag him!\nThrow him in the swamp, and let the swamp monsters have him!\n\nAdd \"Vocab baby, vocab!\" -Lauryn\n\n(Prakazrel \"Pras\")\nThen cast off from here to Mexico!\nYou see my 4-5-6-a-be my cee-lo!\nAnd when I rest my head it's on a peee-low!\nB-D-B-D-B-D-B-B-D-B-BO!\nYou see the skills I manifest, is very thorough!\nAnd if you don't believe me ask Freres Jacques, hunhh!\nA-Freres Jacques! A-Freres Jacques! A dorme vous? A dorme vous?\nSay our father, who art in Heaven\nForgive the foolish rapper\nFor he not know how which he be steppin'\nCorrectin'\nStopped and kept and, nuff respect to the D.J.\nThat be selecting, that type of record\nWatch out now! When I choose to speak\nI'm forming the cipher fly east to the five percenter\nKnowledge is born, to all beginners\nCast the first stone if you feel you ain't a sinner\nAfter eight stays, we resorted to rebell\nI'm packin' up my Nine\nTo remedy my stale (?)\nAsk your local mechanic, he'll tell you my esophagus is very profane!\nI'm even locking Stephen King in his own ending!\nGod damn it! You got static?! Drop your automatic!\nNiggas fabricating lyrics with cheap fabrics!\nAll originale damn man is originale, oh! Bah-Ah-Ah-Ah-Ah-Ah-Ah-Ah!\n\n(Wyclef)\nAhh, look at the youths, sick of the violence\n\n(Lauryn \"L-Boogie\" Hill)\nThe gorey got you hot 'cause you coop what you are!\nBut I've been rockin' mic's since the days of Babylon!\nMy pen was eucalyptus, and my rappin' was the scroll\nI walked for many moons, and let the sandels jist to my control\nYou're swole 'cause you couldn't cross the burnin' sands\nYou never had no mercy when my people was in Egypt's land\nSay, \"Yes I can!\" With the force of Elijah\nSteppin' to you, they get irrigated like the Niger\nSo hide the cattle\nFugees come to battle\nWe'll take all your bounty, then we'll eat your vittles\nI'm used to the type of poetics that mesmerize\nI caught you checkin' with them Bette Davis eyes!\nSurprise, surprise! You never knew a girl could stylize!\nIt's from the soul! I ain't freakin' with white lies\nYo, hey guys! Remember the summer of '92?\nBattle after battle! Crew after crew!\nSo, hachoo! Fugees coming with a brand new style!\nI'm rollin' with them hoodies from the H-A-I!\nIt takes awhile for them average niggas to get it\nBut once they understand they won't want to freak with this, see...\nI'm like the phantom\nThat's flying like the bird\nDoin' shit you never heard\nPlus I come from the suburbs\nWord to God!\nI heard ya had it kinda hard\nAnd you got your skin scarred when they was shootin' on the boulevard!\n\n\"Vocab, baby\" 14x (Lauryn)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Vocab (Salaam's Remix)\n artist: Fugees\n album: Fugees (Refugee Camp) Bootleg Version\n duration_ms: 421000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Uh-Huh, Uh-Huh...\n\n ((Wyclef - Singing) {Wyclef in brackets} Lauryn Singing in parentheses)\n Vocab, on your mind! {We used to rock the mics in the park!} (Vocab)\n Vocab, in your mind! {We used to rock the mic after dark} (Vocab)\n The Vocab we bring is Blunted On Reality! {We used to rock the mics in the\n Park!}\n (Vocab)\n So kick back, relax, with a crew called Refugees {We used to rock the mic\n After dark} (Vocab)\n\n (Wyclef - One)\n Uh to my, people who pass\n I pass gas, to light my incense\n I do a sundance, for those who died in the ambulance\n A simple stick-up, 'cause affects on the wrong lad\n Wrong vocab, he fell into the gap, no coming back\n Your hurry is he gets buried, the streets are empty\n Mom cry \"misery\"\n Little Bill waits for the adversary\n 'Cause if it's my brother, I gotta get revenge\n Action brings reaction, provoked by the street gem\n That's when, oh help me, please Zsa Zsa\n My niggas come to the dance, gun salute, with the revolver! (BLAOW!)\n Out of respect, you catch wreck, they blast the tech!\n If your shit is wack, don't turn your back, you'll get pussy-smacked!\n I don't matter the year, tears for fears, I rule the world\n And in my vision, the world is science fiction\n Roxanne! You don't have to work for money no more!\n And... I'm not smiling at no fake M.C.'s\n 'Cause is it me, or do you work for the K.G.B.?\n A-Schiscka Bob, he drives a Dodge, he's a nobody\n Nobody's a somebody\n This nobody's a spy, kid\n He's the rap trader, I'm the battle fulfiller\n And if I was Magilla Gorilla, the mic's my Ban-ana\n So Coca-Cabana, who Anna on my scanner?\n My Grandma slam-a-any crews\n Ban, or surrender, Anna!\n Refugee Camp, grab him! Bag him!\n Throw him in the swamp, and let the swamp monsters have him!\n\n Add \"Vocab baby, vocab!\" -Lauryn\n\n (Prakazrel \"Pras\")\n Then cast off from here to Mexico!\n You see my 4-5-6-a-be my cee-lo!\n And when I rest my head it's on a peee-low!\n B-D-B-D-B-D-B-B-D-B-BO!\n You see the skills I manifest, is very thorough!\n And if you don't believe me ask Freres Jacques, hunhh!\n A-Freres Jacques! A-Freres Jacques! A dorme vous? A dorme vous?\n Say our father, who art in Heaven\n Forgive the foolish rapper\n For he not know how which he be steppin'\n Correctin'\n Stopped and kept and, nuff respect to the D.J.\n That be selecting, that type of record\n Watch out now! When I choose to speak\n I'm forming the cipher fly east to the five percenter\n Knowledge is born, to all beginners\n Cast the first stone if you feel you ain't a sinner\n After eight stays, we resorted to rebell\n I'm packin' up my Nine\n To remedy my stale (?)\n Ask your local mechanic, he'll tell you my esophagus is very profane!\n I'm even locking Stephen King in his own ending!\n God damn it! You got static?! Drop your automatic!\n Niggas fabricating lyrics with cheap fabrics!\n All originale damn man is originale, oh! Bah-Ah-Ah-Ah-Ah-Ah-Ah-Ah!\n\n (Wyclef)\n Ahh, look at the youths, sick of the violence\n\n (Lauryn \"L-Boogie\" Hill)\n The gorey got you hot 'cause you coop what you are!\n But I've been rockin' mic's since the days of Babylon!\n My pen was eucalyptus, and my rappin' was the scroll\n I walked for many moons, and let the sandels jist to my control\n You're swole 'cause you couldn't cross the burnin' sands\n You never had no mercy when my people was in Egypt's land\n Say, \"Yes I can!\" With the force of Elijah\n Steppin' to you, they get irrigated like the Niger\n So hide the cattle\n Fugees come to battle\n We'll take all your bounty, then we'll eat your vittles\n I'm used to the type of poetics that mesmerize\n I caught you checkin' with them Bette Davis eyes!\n Surprise, surprise! You never knew a girl could stylize!\n It's from the soul! I ain't freakin' with white lies\n Yo, hey guys! Remember the summer of '92?\n Battle after battle! Crew after crew!\n So, hachoo! Fugees coming with a brand new style!\n I'm rollin' with them hoodies from the H-A-I!\n It takes awhile for them average niggas to get it\n But once they understand they won't want to freak with this, see...\n I'm like the phantom\n That's flying like the bird\n Doin' shit you never heard\n Plus I come from the suburbs\n Word to God!\n I heard ya had it kinda hard\n And you got your skin scarred when they was shootin' on the boulevard!\n\n \"Vocab, baby\" 14x (Lauryn)\n"},{"id":32839915,"name":"Vocab (Refugee Hip Hop Remix)","trackName":"Vocab (Refugee Hip Hop Remix)","artistName":"Fugees","albumName":"Fugees - Greatest Hits","duration":242.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Lauryn Hill\n\nYo, this is the Fugees\nRefugees\nAbout to take you on a journey\nInto the dimensions of the Booka basement\nThe basement, word\nUhh\n\nHey yo, one two three! The crew is called Re-Fu-Ge-ee-es\nAn if yu come fa tes the rap stylee\nStop the violence and just bring it on, willld\n\nOne: Lauryn Hill\n\nHey yo I, feel kind of melancholy people think they really know me\nI keep a wrap about me while I'm driving daddy's Audi\nI pay the toll fighting for my own soul\nCause the bourgeoise type of mental sucks like a flat comb\nBut I be baitin the rebel base to bass distort the EQ\nThe devil's wishin they could send me back to Mogadishu\nCause I've been wild since I was a juvenile\nAfro-centric profile, back when righteous rap was your style\nNow kids are whylin so I ask the bad black\nBoogie bandit, what's the damage, gimme the estimate then\npray tell me when's the revolution will begin?\nI turn on my TV I check out Farrakhan on CNN see\nI'm like the phantom that's flying like the bird do\nAnd things you never heard plus I come from the suburbs\nWord to God, I heard you're acting kind of hard\nAnd you got your skin scarred when they was shootin on the boulevard\n\n(You got the vocab) I got the vocab\n(On the real got the vocab) You know we got the vocab\n(All my peeps got the vocab) Yeah, we got the vocab\nAiyyo Praz, grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab\n\nTwo: Prazwell\n\nThen cast off from here to Mexico\nYou see my four-five-six a-be my Celo\nAnd when I rest my head is on a pillow\nBe-ba-dee-be, be-dee-be, be-dee-be-bo\nYou see the skills I manifest is very tho-rough\nAnd if you don't believe me ask Freres Ja-cques\nMmmm, Freres Jacques, Freres Jacques\nA dorme vous? A dorme vous?\nWATCH OUT NOW! When I choose to speak\nI'm forming the cipher fly East to the Five Percenter\nKnowledge is born, to all beginners\nCast the first stone, if you feel you ain't a sinner, ahh\nSay o-ur father, who art in heaven\nForgive the foolish rapper for he not know how Fugee be steppin\nCorrect and, stopped and kept in, nuff respect to the\nDJ, that be selectin, the type of record ahhh\n\n(You got the vocab) I got the vocab\n(The click's got the vocab) You know they got vocab\n(Brooklyn got the vocab) We got the vocab\nAiyyo Clef grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab\n\nThree: Wyclef\n\nCheck it out, here we go\nBack in Eighty-TREE, no one wanted to be NAPPY\nI turn on my TV, it's a dreadlock for FREE\nKill the gimmick\nIt's nonsense, it's no sense or value\na rapper, disaster, nobody ever told me that\n\"Roxanne, you don't got to work for money no more!\"... and...\nBack in the days I used to listen to Kool G Rap\nWay back when before guns became gats and\nRun-D.M.C. used to ask Mary was she buggin?\nI loved P.E., they kept me concious of what I was saying\nAfrika Bambaata, Poor Righteous Teacher\nGot within myself so it made me a Five Percenter\nSay La-Di-Da-Di, UHH! we like to party but\nmy jam was BDP, with My Philosophy\nSay Grandmaster Flash, MC Melle Mel\nThen LL Cool J came with Rock the Bells!\nSee I'm the one for the crew, like a Jew is a Jew\nLike Apollo got the moon, like the men who got the blue\nLike the Fu got the Manchu, Chaka got the Zulu\nHawaii got the Honolulu\nI got the rap lieu, so skippedy-de-bop-bop you don't stop\nYou do the rock-rock from hip-hop through be-bop\nfrom be-bop to bee-bee\n\n(You got the vocab) I got the vocab\n(Boogie Down got the vocab) You know they got the vocab\n(Black people got the vocab) Word, we got the vocab\nAiyyo peeps, grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab\n\n(You got the vocab) Yeahh, we got the vocab\n(Queens got the vocab) You know y'all got the vocab\n(Uptown got the vocab) Yeahh, they got the vocab\nAiyyo, bros grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab\n\n(DC got the vocab) Word, y'all got the vocab\n(Virginia got the vocab) Aiyy, I know y'all got the vocab\n(Oakland got the vocab) Word, they got the vocab\nAiyyo, sisters grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.70] Lauryn Hill\n[00:02.37] Yo, this is the Fugees\n[00:04.86] Refugees\n[00:07.17] About to take you on a journey\n[00:09.28] Into the dimensions of the Booka basement\n[00:11.53] The basement, word\n[00:15.40] Uhh\n[00:16.83] Hey yo, one two three! The crew is called Re-Fu-Ge-ee-es\n[00:22.00] An if yu come fa tes the rap stylee\n[00:24.32] Stop the violence and just bring it on, willld\n[00:27.73] One: Lauryn Hill\n[00:28.44] Hey yo I, feel kind of melancholy people think they really know me\n[00:31.24] I keep a wrap about me while I'm driving daddy's Audi\n[00:34.01] I pay the toll fighting for my own soul\n[00:36.46] Cause the bourgeoise type of mental sucks like a flat comb\n[00:39.68] But I be baitin the rebel base to bass distort the EQ\n[00:42.56] The devil's wishin they could send me back to Mogadishu\n[00:45.49] Cause I've been wild since I was a juvenile\n[00:47.67] Afro-centric profile, back when righteous rap was your style\n[00:50.75] Now kids are whylin so I ask the bad black\n[00:53.28] Boogie bandit, what's the damage, gimme the estimate then\n[00:56.44] pray tell me when's the revolution will begin?\n[00:58.72] I turn on my TV I check out Farrakhan on CNN see\n[01:01.92] I'm like the phantom that's flying like the bird do\n[01:04.68] And things you never heard plus I come from the suburbs\n[01:07.57] Word to God, I heard you're acting kind of hard\n[01:10.04] And you got your skin scarred when they was shootin on the boulevard\n[01:13.26] (You got the vocab) I got the vocab\n[01:15.45] (On the real got the vocab) You know we got the vocab\n[01:17.94] (All my peeps got the vocab) Yeah, we got the vocab\n[01:21.10] Aiyyo Praz, grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab\n[01:23.86] Two: Prazwell\n[01:24.21] Then cast off from here to Mexico\n[01:26.67] You see my four-five-six a-be my Celo\n[01:29.43] And when I rest my head is on a pillow\n[01:32.08] Be-ba-dee-be, be-dee-be, be-dee-be-bo\n[01:34.71] You see the skills I manifest is very tho-rough\n[01:37.64] And if you don't believe me ask Freres Ja-cques\n[01:40.52] Mmmm, Freres Jacques, Freres Jacques\n[01:43.71] A dorme vous? A dorme vous?\n[01:46.66] WATCH OUT NOW! When I choose to speak\n[01:48.86] I'm forming the cipher fly East to the Five Percenter\n[01:52.15] Knowledge is born, to all beginners\n[01:54.71] Cast the first stone, if you feel you ain't a sinner, ahh\n[01:57.77] Say o-ur father, who art in heaven\n[02:00.02] Forgive the foolish rapper for he not know how Fugee be steppin\n[02:03.29] Correct and, stopped and kept in, nuff respect to the\n[02:06.13] DJ, that be selectin, the type of record ahhh\n[02:08.92] (You got the vocab) I got the vocab\n[02:11.07] (The click's got the vocab) You know they got vocab\n[02:14.09] (Brooklyn got the vocab) We got the vocab\n[02:16.60] Aiyyo Clef grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab\n[02:18.31] Three: Wyclef\n[02:18.62] Check it out, here we go\n[02:19.72] Back in Eighty-TREE, no one wanted to be NAPPY\n[02:22.40] I turn on my TV, it's a dreadlock for FREE\n[02:25.19] Kill the gimmick\n[02:26.06] It's nonsense, it's no sense or value\n[02:28.06] a rapper, disaster, nobody ever told me that\n[02:31.14] \"Roxanne, you don't got to work for money no more!\"... and...\n[02:36.61] Back in the days I used to listen to Kool G Rap\n[02:39.67] Way back when before guns became gats and\n[02:42.71] Run-D.M.C. used to ask Mary was she buggin?\n[02:45.12] I loved P.E., they kept me concious of what I was saying\n[02:48.14] Afrika Bambaata, Poor Righteous Teacher\n[02:50.64] Got within myself so it made me a Five Percenter\n[02:53.71] Say La-Di-Da-Di, UHH! we like to party but\n[02:56.35] my jam was BDP, with My Philosophy\n[02:58.78] Say Grandmaster Flash, MC Melle Mel\n[03:01.63] Then LL Cool J came with Rock the Bells!\n[03:04.66] See I'm the one for the crew, like a Jew is a Jew\n[03:07.65] Like Apollo got the moon, like the men who got the blue\n[03:10.59] Like the Fu got the Manchu, Chaka got the Zulu\n[03:13.32] Hawaii got the Honolulu\n[03:15.76] I got the rap lieu, so skippedy-de-bop-bop you don't stop\n[03:18.47] You do the rock-rock from hip-hop through be-bop\n[03:21.25] from be-bop to bee-bee\n[03:21.96] (You got the vocab) I got the vocab\n[03:23.60] (Boogie Down got the vocab) You know they got the vocab\n[03:26.47] (Black people got the vocab) Word, we got the vocab\n[03:29.03] Aiyyo peeps, grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab\n[03:32.50] (You got the vocab) Yeahh, we got the vocab\n[03:34.77] (Queens got the vocab) You know y'all got the vocab\n[03:37.35] (Uptown got the vocab) Yeahh, they got the vocab\n[03:40.12] Aiyyo, bros grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab\n[03:43.50] (DC got the vocab) Word, y'all got the vocab\n[03:46.25] (Virginia got the vocab) Aiyy, I know y'all got the vocab\n[03:48.81] (Oakland got the vocab) Word, they got the vocab\n[03:51.27] Aiyyo, sisters grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab\n[03:55.51] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Vocab (Refugee Hip Hop Remix)\n artist: Fugees\n album: Fugees - Greatest Hits\n duration_ms: 242000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Lauryn Hill\n start_ms: 700\n end_ms: 2370\n- text: Yo, this is the Fugees\n start_ms: 2370\n end_ms: 4860\n- text: Refugees\n start_ms: 4860\n end_ms: 7170\n- text: About to take you on a journey\n start_ms: 7170\n end_ms: 9280\n- text: Into the dimensions of the Booka basement\n start_ms: 9280\n end_ms: 11530\n- text: The basement, word\n start_ms: 11530\n end_ms: 15400\n- text: Uhh\n start_ms: 15400\n end_ms: 16830\n- text: Hey yo, one two three! 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The crew is called Re-Fu-Ge-ee-es\n An if yu come fa tes the rap stylee\n Stop the violence and just bring it on, willld\n\n One: Lauryn Hill\n\n Hey yo I, feel kind of melancholy people think they really know me\n I keep a wrap about me while I'm driving daddy's Audi\n I pay the toll fighting for my own soul\n Cause the bourgeoise type of mental sucks like a flat comb\n But I be baitin the rebel base to bass distort the EQ\n The devil's wishin they could send me back to Mogadishu\n Cause I've been wild since I was a juvenile\n Afro-centric profile, back when righteous rap was your style\n Now kids are whylin so I ask the bad black\n Boogie bandit, what's the damage, gimme the estimate then\n pray tell me when's the revolution will begin?\n I turn on my TV I check out Farrakhan on CNN see\n I'm like the phantom that's flying like the bird do\n And things you never heard plus I come from the suburbs\n Word to God, I heard you're acting kind of hard\n And you got your skin scarred when they was shootin on the boulevard\n\n (You got the vocab) I got the vocab\n (On the real got the vocab) You know we got the vocab\n (All my peeps got the vocab) Yeah, we got the vocab\n Aiyyo Praz, grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab\n\n Two: Prazwell\n\n Then cast off from here to Mexico\n You see my four-five-six a-be my Celo\n And when I rest my head is on a pillow\n Be-ba-dee-be, be-dee-be, be-dee-be-bo\n You see the skills I manifest is very tho-rough\n And if you don't believe me ask Freres Ja-cques\n Mmmm, Freres Jacques, Freres Jacques\n A dorme vous? A dorme vous?\n WATCH OUT NOW! When I choose to speak\n I'm forming the cipher fly East to the Five Percenter\n Knowledge is born, to all beginners\n Cast the first stone, if you feel you ain't a sinner, ahh\n Say o-ur father, who art in heaven\n Forgive the foolish rapper for he not know how Fugee be steppin\n Correct and, stopped and kept in, nuff respect to the\n DJ, that be selectin, the type of record ahhh\n\n (You got the vocab) I got the vocab\n (The click's got the vocab) You know they got vocab\n (Brooklyn got the vocab) We got the vocab\n Aiyyo Clef grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab\n\n Three: Wyclef\n\n Check it out, here we go\n Back in Eighty-TREE, no one wanted to be NAPPY\n I turn on my TV, it's a dreadlock for FREE\n Kill the gimmick\n It's nonsense, it's no sense or value\n a rapper, disaster, nobody ever told me that\n \"Roxanne, you don't got to work for money no more!\"... and...\n Back in the days I used to listen to Kool G Rap\n Way back when before guns became gats and\n Run-D.M.C. used to ask Mary was she buggin?\n I loved P.E., they kept me concious of what I was saying\n Afrika Bambaata, Poor Righteous Teacher\n Got within myself so it made me a Five Percenter\n Say La-Di-Da-Di, UHH! we like to party but\n my jam was BDP, with My Philosophy\n Say Grandmaster Flash, MC Melle Mel\n Then LL Cool J came with Rock the Bells!\n See I'm the one for the crew, like a Jew is a Jew\n Like Apollo got the moon, like the men who got the blue\n Like the Fu got the Manchu, Chaka got the Zulu\n Hawaii got the Honolulu\n I got the rap lieu, so skippedy-de-bop-bop you don't stop\n You do the rock-rock from hip-hop through be-bop\n from be-bop to bee-bee\n\n (You got the vocab) I got the vocab\n (Boogie Down got the vocab) You know they got the vocab\n (Black people got the vocab) Word, we got the vocab\n Aiyyo peeps, grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab\n\n (You got the vocab) Yeahh, we got the vocab\n (Queens got the vocab) You know y'all got the vocab\n (Uptown got the vocab) Yeahh, they got the vocab\n Aiyyo, bros grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab\n\n (DC got the vocab) Word, y'all got the vocab\n (Virginia got the vocab) Aiyy, I know y'all got the vocab\n (Oakland got the vocab) Word, they got the vocab\n Aiyyo, sisters grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab\n"},{"id":16466069,"name":"Vocab (Refugees Hip Hop Remix)","trackName":"Vocab (Refugees Hip Hop Remix)","artistName":"Fugees","albumName":"Fugees Greatest Hits","duration":240.36,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Lauryn Hill\n\nYo, this is the Fugees\nRefugees\nAbout to take you on a journey\nInto the dimensions of the Booka basement\nThe basement, word\nUhh\n\nHey yo, one two three! The crew is called Re-Fu-Ge-ee-es\nAn if yu come fa tes the rap stylee\nStop the violence and just bring it on, willld\n\nOne: Lauryn Hill\n\nHey yo I, feel kind of melancholy people think they really know me\nI keep a wrap about me while I'm driving daddy's Audi\nI pay the toll fighting for my own soul\nCause the bourgeoise type of mental sucks like a flat comb\nBut I be baitin the rebel base to bass distort the EQ\nThe devil's wishin they could send me back to Mogadishu\nCause I've been wild since I was a juvenile\nAfro-centric profile, back when righteous rap was your style\nNow kids are whylin so I ask the bad black\nBoogie bandit, what's the damage, gimme the estimate then\npray tell me when's the revolution will begin?\nI turn on my TV I check out Farrakhan on CNN see\nI'm like the phantom that's flying like the bird do\nAnd things you never heard plus I come from the suburbs\nWord to God, I heard you're acting kind of hard\nAnd you got your skin scarred when they was shootin on the boulevard\n\n(You got the vocab) I got the vocab\n(On the real got the vocab) You know we got the vocab\n(All my peeps got the vocab) Yeah, we got the vocab\nAiyyo Praz, grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab\n\nTwo: Prazwell\n\nThen cast off from here to Mexico\nYou see my four-five-six a-be my Celo\nAnd when I rest my head is on a pillow\nBe-ba-dee-be, be-dee-be, be-dee-be-bo\nYou see the skills I manifest is very tho-rough\nAnd if you don't believe me ask Freres Ja-cques\nMmmm, Freres Jacques, Freres Jacques\nA dorme vous? A dorme vous?\nWATCH OUT NOW! When I choose to speak\nI'm forming the cipher fly East to the Five Percenter\nKnowledge is born, to all beginners\nCast the first stone, if you feel you ain't a sinner, ahh\nSay o-ur father, who art in heaven\nForgive the foolish rapper for he not know how Fugee be steppin\nCorrect and, stopped and kept in, nuff respect to the\nDJ, that be selectin, the type of record ahhh\n\n(You got the vocab) I got the vocab\n(The click's got the vocab) You know they got vocab\n(Brooklyn got the vocab) We got the vocab\nAiyyo Clef grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab\n\nThree: Wyclef\n\nCheck it out, here we go\nBack in Eighty-TREE, no one wanted to be NAPPY\nI turn on my TV, it's a dreadlock for FREE\nKill the gimmick\nIt's nonsense, it's no sense or value\na rapper, disaster, nobody ever told me that\n\"Roxanne, you don't got to work for money no more!\"... and...\nBack in the days I used to listen to Kool G Rap\nWay back when before guns became gats and\nRun-D.M.C. used to ask Mary was she buggin?\nI loved P.E., they kept me concious of what I was saying\nAfrika Bambaata, Poor Righteous Teacher\nGot within myself so it made me a Five Percenter\nSay La-Di-Da-Di, UHH! we like to party but\nmy jam was BDP, with My Philosophy\nSay Grandmaster Flash, MC Melle Mel\nThen LL Cool J came with Rock the Bells!\nSee I'm the one for the crew, like a Jew is a Jew\nLike Apollo got the moon, like the men who got the blue\nLike the Fu got the Manchu, Chaka got the Zulu\nHawaii got the Honolulu\nI got the rap lieu, so skippedy-de-bop-bop you don't stop\nYou do the rock-rock from hip-hop through be-bop\nfrom be-bop to bee-bee\n\n(You got the vocab) I got the vocab\n(Boogie Down got the vocab) You know they got the vocab\n(Black people got the vocab) Word, we got the vocab\nAiyyo peeps, grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab\n\n(You got the vocab) Yeahh, we got the vocab\n(Queens got the vocab) You know y'all got the vocab\n(Uptown got the vocab) Yeahh, they got the vocab\nAiyyo, bros grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab\n\n(DC got the vocab) Word, y'all got the vocab\n(Virginia got the vocab) Aiyy, I know y'all got the vocab\n(Oakland got the vocab) Word, they got the vocab\nAiyyo, sisters grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.03] Lauryn Hill\n[00:03.91] Yo, this is the Fugees\n[00:04.97] Refugees\n[00:06.92] About to take you on a journey\n[00:08.93] Into the dimensions of the Booka basement\n[00:11.03] The basement, word\n[00:15.18] Uhh\n[00:16.25] Hey yo, one two three! 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A dorme vous?\n[01:46.13] WATCH OUT NOW! When I choose to speak\n[01:48.15] I'm forming the cipher fly East to the Five Percenter\n[01:51.20] Knowledge is born, to all beginners\n[01:54.31] Cast the first stone, if you feel you ain't a sinner, ahh\n[01:56.24] Say o-ur father, who art in heaven\n[01:59.30] Forgive the foolish rapper for he not know how Fugee be steppin\n[02:01.34] Correct and, stopped and kept in, nuff respect to the\n[02:05.42] DJ, that be selectin, the type of record ahhh\n[02:08.57] (You got the vocab) I got the vocab\n[02:09.51] (The click's got the vocab) You know they got vocab\n[02:12.63] (Brooklyn got the vocab) We got the vocab\n[02:15.63] Aiyyo Clef grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab\n[02:18.73] Three: Wyclef\n[02:19.71] Check it out, here we go\n[02:20.84] Back in Eighty-TREE, no one wanted to be NAPPY\n[02:21.98] I turn on my TV, it's a dreadlock for FREE\n[02:25.00] Kill the gimmick\n[02:26.08] It's nonsense, it's no sense or value\n[02:27.19] a rapper, disaster, nobody ever told me that\n[02:30.35] \"Roxanne, you don't got to work for money no more!\"... and...\n[02:35.35] Back in the days I used to listen to Kool G Rap\n[02:39.39] Way back when before guns became gats and\n[02:41.44] Run-D.M.C. used to ask Mary was she buggin?\n[02:44.51] I loved P.E., they kept me concious of what I was saying\n[02:47.49] Afrika Bambaata, Poor Righteous Teacher\n[02:49.55] Got within myself so it made me a Five Percenter\n[02:52.52] Say La-Di-Da-Di, UHH! we like to party but\n[02:55.62] my jam was BDP, with My Philosophy\n[02:57.74] Say Grandmaster Flash, MC Melle Mel\n[03:00.88] Then LL Cool J came with Rock the Bells!\n[03:02.94] See I'm the one for the crew, like a Jew is a Jew\n[03:06.98] Like Apollo got the moon, like the men who got the blue\n[03:10.04] Like the Fu got the Manchu, Chaka got the Zulu\n[03:13.04] Hawaii got the Honolulu\n[03:14.09] I got the rap lieu, so skippedy-de-bop-bop you don't stop\n[03:17.19] You do the rock-rock from hip-hop through be-bop\n[03:20.15] from be-bop to bee-bee\n[03:21.14] (You got the vocab) I got the vocab\n[03:23.11] (Boogie Down got the vocab) You know they got the vocab\n[03:25.13] (Black people got the vocab) Word, we got the vocab\n[03:28.36] Aiyyo peeps, grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab\n[03:31.35] (You got the vocab) Yeahh, we got the vocab\n[03:33.35] (Queens got the vocab) You know y'all got the vocab\n[03:36.50] (Uptown got the vocab) Yeahh, they got the vocab\n[03:38.56] Aiyyo, bros grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab\n[03:42.60] (DC got the vocab) Word, y'all got the vocab\n[03:44.69] (Virginia got the vocab) Aiyy, I know y'all got the vocab\n[03:47.66] (Oakland got the vocab) Word, they got the vocab\n[03:49.78] Aiyyo, sisters grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab\n[03:54.87] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Vocab (Refugees Hip Hop Remix)\n artist: Fugees\n album: Fugees Greatest Hits\n duration_ms: 240360\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Lauryn Hill\n start_ms: 3030\n end_ms: 3910\n- text: Yo, this is the Fugees\n start_ms: 3910\n end_ms: 4970\n- text: Refugees\n start_ms: 4970\n end_ms: 6920\n- text: About to take you on a journey\n start_ms: 6920\n end_ms: 8930\n- text: Into the dimensions of the Booka basement\n start_ms: 8930\n end_ms: 11030\n- text: The basement, word\n start_ms: 11030\n end_ms: 15180\n- text: Uhh\n start_ms: 15180\n end_ms: 16250\n- text: Hey yo, one two three! 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A dorme vous?\n WATCH OUT NOW! When I choose to speak\n I'm forming the cipher fly East to the Five Percenter\n Knowledge is born, to all beginners\n Cast the first stone, if you feel you ain't a sinner, ahh\n Say o-ur father, who art in heaven\n Forgive the foolish rapper for he not know how Fugee be steppin\n Correct and, stopped and kept in, nuff respect to the\n DJ, that be selectin, the type of record ahhh\n\n (You got the vocab) I got the vocab\n (The click's got the vocab) You know they got vocab\n (Brooklyn got the vocab) We got the vocab\n Aiyyo Clef grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab\n\n Three: Wyclef\n\n Check it out, here we go\n Back in Eighty-TREE, no one wanted to be NAPPY\n I turn on my TV, it's a dreadlock for FREE\n Kill the gimmick\n It's nonsense, it's no sense or value\n a rapper, disaster, nobody ever told me that\n \"Roxanne, you don't got to work for money no more!\"... and...\n Back in the days I used to listen to Kool G Rap\n Way back when before guns became gats and\n Run-D.M.C. used to ask Mary was she buggin?\n I loved P.E., they kept me concious of what I was saying\n Afrika Bambaata, Poor Righteous Teacher\n Got within myself so it made me a Five Percenter\n Say La-Di-Da-Di, UHH! we like to party but\n my jam was BDP, with My Philosophy\n Say Grandmaster Flash, MC Melle Mel\n Then LL Cool J came with Rock the Bells!\n See I'm the one for the crew, like a Jew is a Jew\n Like Apollo got the moon, like the men who got the blue\n Like the Fu got the Manchu, Chaka got the Zulu\n Hawaii got the Honolulu\n I got the rap lieu, so skippedy-de-bop-bop you don't stop\n You do the rock-rock from hip-hop through be-bop\n from be-bop to bee-bee\n\n (You got the vocab) I got the vocab\n (Boogie Down got the vocab) You know they got the vocab\n (Black people got the vocab) Word, we got the vocab\n Aiyyo peeps, grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab\n\n (You got the vocab) Yeahh, we got the vocab\n (Queens got the vocab) You know y'all got the vocab\n (Uptown got the vocab) Yeahh, they got the vocab\n Aiyyo, bros grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab\n\n (DC got the vocab) Word, y'all got the vocab\n (Virginia got the vocab) Aiyy, I know y'all got the vocab\n (Oakland got the vocab) Word, they got the vocab\n Aiyyo, sisters grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab\n"},{"id":25256959,"name":"Vocab (Refugee Hip Hop Remix)","trackName":"Vocab (Refugee Hip Hop Remix)","artistName":"Fugees","albumName":"Greatest Hits - Fugees","duration":242.319812,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Lauryn Hill\n\nYo, this is the Fugees\nRefugees\nAbout to take you on a journey\nInto the dimensions of the Booka basement\nThe basement, word\nUhh\n\nHey yo, one two three! The crew is called Re-Fu-Ge-ee-es\nAn if yu come fa tes the rap stylee\nStop the violence and just bring it on, willld\n\nOne: Lauryn Hill\n\nHey yo I, feel kind of melancholy people think they really know me\nI keep a wrap about me while I'm driving daddy's Audi\nI pay the toll fighting for my own soul\nCause the bourgeoise type of mental sucks like a flat comb\nBut I be baitin the rebel base to bass distort the EQ\nThe devil's wishin they could send me back to Mogadishu\nCause I've been wild since I was a juvenile\nAfro-centric profile, back when righteous rap was your style\nNow kids are whylin so I ask the bad black\nBoogie bandit, what's the damage, gimme the estimate then\npray tell me when's the revolution will begin?\nI turn on my TV I check out Farrakhan on CNN see\nI'm like the phantom that's flying like the bird do\nAnd things you never heard plus I come from the suburbs\nWord to God, I heard you're acting kind of hard\nAnd you got your skin scarred when they was shootin on the boulevard\n\n(You got the vocab) I got the vocab\n(On the real got the vocab) You know we got the vocab\n(All my peeps got the vocab) Yeah, we got the vocab\nAiyyo Praz, grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab\n\nTwo: Prazwell\n\nThen cast off from here to Mexico\nYou see my four-five-six a-be my Celo\nAnd when I rest my head is on a pillow\nBe-ba-dee-be, be-dee-be, be-dee-be-bo\nYou see the skills I manifest is very tho-rough\nAnd if you don't believe me ask Freres Ja-cques\nMmmm, Freres Jacques, Freres Jacques\nA dorme vous? A dorme vous?\nWATCH OUT NOW! When I choose to speak\nI'm forming the cipher fly East to the Five Percenter\nKnowledge is born, to all beginners\nCast the first stone, if you feel you ain't a sinner, ahh\nSay o-ur father, who art in heaven\nForgive the foolish rapper for he not know how Fugee be steppin\nCorrect and, stopped and kept in, nuff respect to the\nDJ, that be selectin, the type of record ahhh\n\n(You got the vocab) I got the vocab\n(The click's got the vocab) You know they got vocab\n(Brooklyn got the vocab) We got the vocab\nAiyyo Clef grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab\n\nThree: Wyclef\n\nCheck it out, here we go\nBack in Eighty-TREE, no one wanted to be NAPPY\nI turn on my TV, it's a dreadlock for FREE\nKill the gimmick\nIt's nonsense, it's no sense or value\na rapper, disaster, nobody ever told me that\n\"Roxanne, you don't got to work for money no more!\"... and...\nBack in the days I used to listen to Kool G Rap\nWay back when before guns became gats and\nRun-D.M.C. used to ask Mary was she buggin?\nI loved P.E., they kept me concious of what I was saying\nAfrika Bambaata, Poor Righteous Teacher\nGot within myself so it made me a Five Percenter\nSay La-Di-Da-Di, UHH! we like to party but\nmy jam was BDP, with My Philosophy\nSay Grandmaster Flash, MC Melle Mel\nThen LL Cool J came with Rock the Bells!\nSee I'm the one for the crew, like a Jew is a Jew\nLike Apollo got the moon, like the men who got the blue\nLike the Fu got the Manchu, Chaka got the Zulu\nHawaii got the Honolulu\nI got the rap lieu, so skippedy-de-bop-bop you don't stop\nYou do the rock-rock from hip-hop through be-bop\nfrom be-bop to bee-bee\n\n(You got the vocab) I got the vocab\n(Boogie Down got the vocab) You know they got the vocab\n(Black people got the vocab) Word, we got the vocab\nAiyyo peeps, grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab\n\n(You got the vocab) Yeahh, we got the vocab\n(Queens got the vocab) You know y'all got the vocab\n(Uptown got the vocab) Yeahh, they got the vocab\nAiyyo, bros grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab\n\n(DC got the vocab) Word, y'all got the vocab\n(Virginia got the vocab) Aiyy, I know y'all got the vocab\n(Oakland got the vocab) Word, they got the vocab\nAiyyo, sisters grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.70] Lauryn Hill\n[00:02.37] Yo, this is the Fugees\n[00:04.86] Refugees\n[00:07.17] About to take you on a journey\n[00:09.28] Into the dimensions of the Booka basement\n[00:11.53] The basement, word\n[00:15.40] Uhh\n[00:16.83] Hey yo, one two three! The crew is called Re-Fu-Ge-ee-es\n[00:22.00] An if yu come fa tes the rap stylee\n[00:24.32] Stop the violence and just bring it on, willld\n[00:27.73] One: Lauryn Hill\n[00:28.44] Hey yo I, feel kind of melancholy people think they really know me\n[00:31.24] I keep a wrap about me while I'm driving daddy's Audi\n[00:34.01] I pay the toll fighting for my own soul\n[00:36.46] Cause the bourgeoise type of mental sucks like a flat comb\n[00:39.68] But I be baitin the rebel base to bass distort the EQ\n[00:42.56] The devil's wishin they could send me back to Mogadishu\n[00:45.49] Cause I've been wild since I was a juvenile\n[00:47.67] Afro-centric profile, back when righteous rap was your style\n[00:50.75] Now kids are whylin so I ask the bad black\n[00:53.28] Boogie bandit, what's the damage, gimme the estimate then\n[00:56.44] pray tell me when's the revolution will begin?\n[00:58.72] I turn on my TV I check out Farrakhan on CNN see\n[01:01.92] I'm like the phantom that's flying like the bird do\n[01:04.68] And things you never heard plus I come from the suburbs\n[01:07.57] Word to God, I heard you're acting kind of hard\n[01:10.04] And you got your skin scarred when they was shootin on the boulevard\n[01:13.26] (You got the vocab) I got the vocab\n[01:15.45] (On the real got the vocab) You know we got the vocab\n[01:17.94] (All my peeps got the vocab) Yeah, we got the vocab\n[01:21.10] Aiyyo Praz, grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab\n[01:23.86] Two: Prazwell\n[01:24.21] Then cast off from here to Mexico\n[01:26.67] You see my four-five-six a-be my Celo\n[01:29.43] And when I rest my head is on a pillow\n[01:32.08] Be-ba-dee-be, be-dee-be, be-dee-be-bo\n[01:34.71] You see the skills I manifest is very tho-rough\n[01:37.64] And if you don't believe me ask Freres Ja-cques\n[01:40.52] Mmmm, Freres Jacques, Freres Jacques\n[01:43.71] A dorme vous? A dorme vous?\n[01:46.66] WATCH OUT NOW! When I choose to speak\n[01:48.86] I'm forming the cipher fly East to the Five Percenter\n[01:52.15] Knowledge is born, to all beginners\n[01:54.71] Cast the first stone, if you feel you ain't a sinner, ahh\n[01:57.77] Say o-ur father, who art in heaven\n[02:00.02] Forgive the foolish rapper for he not know how Fugee be steppin\n[02:03.29] Correct and, stopped and kept in, nuff respect to the\n[02:06.13] DJ, that be selectin, the type of record ahhh\n[02:08.92] (You got the vocab) I got the vocab\n[02:11.07] (The click's got the vocab) You know they got vocab\n[02:14.09] (Brooklyn got the vocab) We got the vocab\n[02:16.60] Aiyyo Clef grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab\n[02:18.31] Three: Wyclef\n[02:18.62] Check it out, here we go\n[02:19.72] Back in Eighty-TREE, no one wanted to be NAPPY\n[02:22.40] I turn on my TV, it's a dreadlock for FREE\n[02:25.19] Kill the gimmick\n[02:26.06] It's nonsense, it's no sense or value\n[02:28.06] a rapper, disaster, nobody ever told me that\n[02:31.14] \"Roxanne, you don't got to work for money no more!\"... and...\n[02:36.61] Back in the days I used to listen to Kool G Rap\n[02:39.67] Way back when before guns became gats and\n[02:42.71] Run-D.M.C. used to ask Mary was she buggin?\n[02:45.12] I loved P.E., they kept me concious of what I was saying\n[02:48.14] Afrika Bambaata, Poor Righteous Teacher\n[02:50.64] Got within myself so it made me a Five Percenter\n[02:53.71] Say La-Di-Da-Di, UHH! we like to party but\n[02:56.35] my jam was BDP, with My Philosophy\n[02:58.78] Say Grandmaster Flash, MC Melle Mel\n[03:01.63] Then LL Cool J came with Rock the Bells!\n[03:04.66] See I'm the one for the crew, like a Jew is a Jew\n[03:07.65] Like Apollo got the moon, like the men who got the blue\n[03:10.59] Like the Fu got the Manchu, Chaka got the Zulu\n[03:13.32] Hawaii got the Honolulu\n[03:15.76] I got the rap lieu, so skippedy-de-bop-bop you don't stop\n[03:18.47] You do the rock-rock from hip-hop through be-bop\n[03:21.25] from be-bop to bee-bee\n[03:21.96] (You got the vocab) I got the vocab\n[03:23.60] (Boogie Down got the vocab) You know they got the vocab\n[03:26.47] (Black people got the vocab) Word, we got the vocab\n[03:29.03] Aiyyo peeps, grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab\n[03:32.50] (You got the vocab) Yeahh, we got the vocab\n[03:34.77] (Queens got the vocab) You know y'all got the vocab\n[03:37.35] (Uptown got the vocab) Yeahh, they got the vocab\n[03:40.12] Aiyyo, bros grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab\n[03:43.50] (DC got the vocab) Word, y'all got the vocab\n[03:46.25] (Virginia got the vocab) Aiyy, I know y'all got the vocab\n[03:48.81] (Oakland got the vocab) Word, they got the vocab\n[03:51.27] Aiyyo, sisters grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab\n[03:55.51] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Vocab (Refugee Hip Hop Remix)\n artist: Fugees\n album: Greatest Hits - Fugees\n duration_ms: 242320\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Lauryn Hill\n start_ms: 700\n end_ms: 2370\n- text: Yo, this is the Fugees\n start_ms: 2370\n end_ms: 4860\n- text: Refugees\n start_ms: 4860\n end_ms: 7170\n- text: About to take you on a journey\n start_ms: 7170\n end_ms: 9280\n- text: Into the dimensions of the Booka basement\n start_ms: 9280\n end_ms: 11530\n- text: The basement, word\n start_ms: 11530\n end_ms: 15400\n- text: Uhh\n start_ms: 15400\n end_ms: 16830\n- text: Hey yo, one two three! 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The crew is called Re-Fu-Ge-ee-es\n An if yu come fa tes the rap stylee\n Stop the violence and just bring it on, willld\n\n One: Lauryn Hill\n\n Hey yo I, feel kind of melancholy people think they really know me\n I keep a wrap about me while I'm driving daddy's Audi\n I pay the toll fighting for my own soul\n Cause the bourgeoise type of mental sucks like a flat comb\n But I be baitin the rebel base to bass distort the EQ\n The devil's wishin they could send me back to Mogadishu\n Cause I've been wild since I was a juvenile\n Afro-centric profile, back when righteous rap was your style\n Now kids are whylin so I ask the bad black\n Boogie bandit, what's the damage, gimme the estimate then\n pray tell me when's the revolution will begin?\n I turn on my TV I check out Farrakhan on CNN see\n I'm like the phantom that's flying like the bird do\n And things you never heard plus I come from the suburbs\n Word to God, I heard you're acting kind of hard\n And you got your skin scarred when they was shootin on the boulevard\n\n (You got the vocab) I got the vocab\n (On the real got the vocab) You know we got the vocab\n (All my peeps got the vocab) Yeah, we got the vocab\n Aiyyo Praz, grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab\n\n Two: Prazwell\n\n Then cast off from here to Mexico\n You see my four-five-six a-be my Celo\n And when I rest my head is on a pillow\n Be-ba-dee-be, be-dee-be, be-dee-be-bo\n You see the skills I manifest is very tho-rough\n And if you don't believe me ask Freres Ja-cques\n Mmmm, Freres Jacques, Freres Jacques\n A dorme vous? A dorme vous?\n WATCH OUT NOW! When I choose to speak\n I'm forming the cipher fly East to the Five Percenter\n Knowledge is born, to all beginners\n Cast the first stone, if you feel you ain't a sinner, ahh\n Say o-ur father, who art in heaven\n Forgive the foolish rapper for he not know how Fugee be steppin\n Correct and, stopped and kept in, nuff respect to the\n DJ, that be selectin, the type of record ahhh\n\n (You got the vocab) I got the vocab\n (The click's got the vocab) You know they got vocab\n (Brooklyn got the vocab) We got the vocab\n Aiyyo Clef grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab\n\n Three: Wyclef\n\n Check it out, here we go\n Back in Eighty-TREE, no one wanted to be NAPPY\n I turn on my TV, it's a dreadlock for FREE\n Kill the gimmick\n It's nonsense, it's no sense or value\n a rapper, disaster, nobody ever told me that\n \"Roxanne, you don't got to work for money no more!\"... and...\n Back in the days I used to listen to Kool G Rap\n Way back when before guns became gats and\n Run-D.M.C. used to ask Mary was she buggin?\n I loved P.E., they kept me concious of what I was saying\n Afrika Bambaata, Poor Righteous Teacher\n Got within myself so it made me a Five Percenter\n Say La-Di-Da-Di, UHH! we like to party but\n my jam was BDP, with My Philosophy\n Say Grandmaster Flash, MC Melle Mel\n Then LL Cool J came with Rock the Bells!\n See I'm the one for the crew, like a Jew is a Jew\n Like Apollo got the moon, like the men who got the blue\n Like the Fu got the Manchu, Chaka got the Zulu\n Hawaii got the Honolulu\n I got the rap lieu, so skippedy-de-bop-bop you don't stop\n You do the rock-rock from hip-hop through be-bop\n from be-bop to bee-bee\n\n (You got the vocab) I got the vocab\n (Boogie Down got the vocab) You know they got the vocab\n (Black people got the vocab) Word, we got the vocab\n Aiyyo peeps, grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab\n\n (You got the vocab) Yeahh, we got the vocab\n (Queens got the vocab) You know y'all got the vocab\n (Uptown got the vocab) Yeahh, they got the vocab\n Aiyyo, bros grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab\n\n (DC got the vocab) Word, y'all got the vocab\n (Virginia got the vocab) Aiyy, I know y'all got the vocab\n (Oakland got the vocab) Word, they got the vocab\n Aiyyo, sisters grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab\n"},{"id":32203,"name":"Vocab [Salaam's Remix]","trackName":"Vocab [Salaam's Remix]","artistName":"The Fugees","albumName":"Fugees (Refugee Camp) Bootleg Version","duration":421.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Uh-Huh, Uh-Huh...\n\n((Wyclef - Singing) {Wyclef in brackets} Lauryn Singing in parentheses)\nVocab, on your mind! {We used to rock the mics in the park!} (Vocab)\nVocab, in your mind! {We used to rock the mic after dark} (Vocab)\nThe Vocab we bring is Blunted On Reality! {We used to rock the mics in the\nPark!}\n(Vocab)\nSo kick back, relax, with a crew called Refugees {We used to rock the mic\nAfter dark} (Vocab)\n\n(Wyclef - One)\nUh to my, people who pass\nI pass gas, to light my incense\nI do a sundance, for those who died in the ambulance\nA simple stick-up, 'cause affects on the wrong lad\nWrong vocab, he fell into the gap, no coming back\nYour hurry is he gets buried, the streets are empty\nMom cry \"misery\"\nLittle Bill waits for the adversary\n'Cause if it's my brother, I gotta get revenge\nAction brings reaction, provoked by the street gem\nThat's when, oh help me, please Zsa Zsa\nMy niggas come to the dance, gun salute, with the revolver! (BLAOW!)\nOut of respect, you catch wreck, they blast the tech!\nIf your shit is wack, don't turn your back, you'll get pussy-smacked!\nI don't matter the year, tears for fears, I rule the world\nAnd in my vision, the world is science fiction\nRoxanne! You don't have to work for money no more!\nAnd... I'm not smiling at no fake M.C.'s\n'Cause is it me, or do you work for the K.G.B.?\nA-Schiscka Bob, he drives a Dodge, he's a nobody\nNobody's a somebody\nThis nobody's a spy, kid\nHe's the rap trader, I'm the battle fulfiller\nAnd if I was Magilla Gorilla, the mic's my Ban-ana\nSo Coca-Cabana, who Anna on my scanner?\nMy Grandma slam-a-any crews\nBan, or surrender, Anna!\nRefugee Camp, grab him! Bag him!\nThrow him in the swamp, and let the swamp monsters have him!\n\nAdd \"Vocab baby, vocab!\" -Lauryn\n\n(Prakazrel \"Pras\")\nThen cast off from here to Mexico!\nYou see my 4-5-6-a-be my cee-lo!\nAnd when I rest my head it's on a peee-low!\nB-D-B-D-B-D-B-B-D-B-BO!\nYou see the skills I manifest, is very thorough!\nAnd if you don't believe me ask Freres Jacques, hunhh!\nA-Freres Jacques! A-Freres Jacques! A dorme vous? A dorme vous?\nSay our father, who art in Heaven\nForgive the foolish rapper\nFor he not know how which he be steppin'\nCorrectin'\nStopped and kept and, nuff respect to the D.J.\nThat be selecting, that type of record\nWatch out now! When I choose to speak\nI'm forming the cipher fly east to the five percenter\nKnowledge is born, to all beginners\nCast the first stone if you feel you ain't a sinner\nAfter eight stays, we resorted to rebell\nI'm packin' up my Nine\nTo remedy my stale (?)\nAsk your local mechanic, he'll tell you my esophagus is very profane!\nI'm even locking Stephen King in his own ending!\nGod damn it! You got static?! Drop your automatic!\nNiggas fabricating lyrics with cheap fabrics!\nAll originale damn man is originale, oh! Bah-Ah-Ah-Ah-Ah-Ah-Ah-Ah!\n\n(Wyclef)\nAhh, look at the youths, sick of the violence\n\n(Lauryn \"L-Boogie\" Hill)\nThe gorey got you hot 'cause you coop what you are!\nBut I've been rockin' mic's since the days of Babylon!\nMy pen was eucalyptus, and my rappin' was the scroll\nI walked for many moons, and let the sandels jist to my control\nYou're swole 'cause you couldn't cross the burnin' sands\nYou never had no mercy when my people was in Egypt's land\nSay, \"Yes I can!\" With the force of Elijah\nSteppin' to you, they get irrigated like the Niger\nSo hide the cattle\nFugees come to battle\nWe'll take all your bounty, then we'll eat your vittles\nI'm used to the type of poetics that mesmerize\nI caught you checkin' with them Bette Davis eyes!\nSurprise, surprise! You never knew a girl could stylize!\nIt's from the soul! I ain't freakin' with white lies\nYo, hey guys! Remember the summer of '92?\nBattle after battle! Crew after crew!\nSo, hachoo! Fugees coming with a brand new style!\nI'm rollin' with them hoodies from the H-A-I!\nIt takes awhile for them average niggas to get it\nBut once they understand they won't want to freak with this, see...\nI'm like the phantom\nThat's flying like the bird\nDoin' shit you never heard\nPlus I come from the suburbs\nWord to God!\nI heard ya had it kinda hard\nAnd you got your skin scarred when they was shootin' on the boulevard!\n\n\"Vocab, baby\" 14x (Lauryn)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Vocab [Salaam's Remix]\n artist: The Fugees\n album: Fugees (Refugee Camp) Bootleg Version\n duration_ms: 421000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Uh-Huh, Uh-Huh...\n\n ((Wyclef - Singing) {Wyclef in brackets} Lauryn Singing in parentheses)\n Vocab, on your mind! {We used to rock the mics in the park!} (Vocab)\n Vocab, in your mind! {We used to rock the mic after dark} (Vocab)\n The Vocab we bring is Blunted On Reality! {We used to rock the mics in the\n Park!}\n (Vocab)\n So kick back, relax, with a crew called Refugees {We used to rock the mic\n After dark} (Vocab)\n\n (Wyclef - One)\n Uh to my, people who pass\n I pass gas, to light my incense\n I do a sundance, for those who died in the ambulance\n A simple stick-up, 'cause affects on the wrong lad\n Wrong vocab, he fell into the gap, no coming back\n Your hurry is he gets buried, the streets are empty\n Mom cry \"misery\"\n Little Bill waits for the adversary\n 'Cause if it's my brother, I gotta get revenge\n Action brings reaction, provoked by the street gem\n That's when, oh help me, please Zsa Zsa\n My niggas come to the dance, gun salute, with the revolver! (BLAOW!)\n Out of respect, you catch wreck, they blast the tech!\n If your shit is wack, don't turn your back, you'll get pussy-smacked!\n I don't matter the year, tears for fears, I rule the world\n And in my vision, the world is science fiction\n Roxanne! You don't have to work for money no more!\n And... I'm not smiling at no fake M.C.'s\n 'Cause is it me, or do you work for the K.G.B.?\n A-Schiscka Bob, he drives a Dodge, he's a nobody\n Nobody's a somebody\n This nobody's a spy, kid\n He's the rap trader, I'm the battle fulfiller\n And if I was Magilla Gorilla, the mic's my Ban-ana\n So Coca-Cabana, who Anna on my scanner?\n My Grandma slam-a-any crews\n Ban, or surrender, Anna!\n Refugee Camp, grab him! Bag him!\n Throw him in the swamp, and let the swamp monsters have him!\n\n Add \"Vocab baby, vocab!\" -Lauryn\n\n (Prakazrel \"Pras\")\n Then cast off from here to Mexico!\n You see my 4-5-6-a-be my cee-lo!\n And when I rest my head it's on a peee-low!\n B-D-B-D-B-D-B-B-D-B-BO!\n You see the skills I manifest, is very thorough!\n And if you don't believe me ask Freres Jacques, hunhh!\n A-Freres Jacques! A-Freres Jacques! A dorme vous? A dorme vous?\n Say our father, who art in Heaven\n Forgive the foolish rapper\n For he not know how which he be steppin'\n Correctin'\n Stopped and kept and, nuff respect to the D.J.\n That be selecting, that type of record\n Watch out now! When I choose to speak\n I'm forming the cipher fly east to the five percenter\n Knowledge is born, to all beginners\n Cast the first stone if you feel you ain't a sinner\n After eight stays, we resorted to rebell\n I'm packin' up my Nine\n To remedy my stale (?)\n Ask your local mechanic, he'll tell you my esophagus is very profane!\n I'm even locking Stephen King in his own ending!\n God damn it! You got static?! Drop your automatic!\n Niggas fabricating lyrics with cheap fabrics!\n All originale damn man is originale, oh! Bah-Ah-Ah-Ah-Ah-Ah-Ah-Ah!\n\n (Wyclef)\n Ahh, look at the youths, sick of the violence\n\n (Lauryn \"L-Boogie\" Hill)\n The gorey got you hot 'cause you coop what you are!\n But I've been rockin' mic's since the days of Babylon!\n My pen was eucalyptus, and my rappin' was the scroll\n I walked for many moons, and let the sandels jist to my control\n You're swole 'cause you couldn't cross the burnin' sands\n You never had no mercy when my people was in Egypt's land\n Say, \"Yes I can!\" With the force of Elijah\n Steppin' to you, they get irrigated like the Niger\n So hide the cattle\n Fugees come to battle\n We'll take all your bounty, then we'll eat your vittles\n I'm used to the type of poetics that mesmerize\n I caught you checkin' with them Bette Davis eyes!\n Surprise, surprise! You never knew a girl could stylize!\n It's from the soul! I ain't freakin' with white lies\n Yo, hey guys! Remember the summer of '92?\n Battle after battle! Crew after crew!\n So, hachoo! Fugees coming with a brand new style!\n I'm rollin' with them hoodies from the H-A-I!\n It takes awhile for them average niggas to get it\n But once they understand they won't want to freak with this, see...\n I'm like the phantom\n That's flying like the bird\n Doin' shit you never heard\n Plus I come from the suburbs\n Word to God!\n I heard ya had it kinda hard\n And you got your skin scarred when they was shootin' on the boulevard!\n\n \"Vocab, baby\" 14x (Lauryn)\n"},{"id":9770796,"name":"Refugees on the Mic (remix)","trackName":"Refugees on the Mic (remix)","artistName":"Fugees","albumName":"Vocab","duration":277.6,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Intro: Wyclef Jean)\nYo', check it out, I want all the refugees out there\nto just put up your motherfuckin' hands, you know you're a fuckin' immigrant\nPut up your hands youknowhatI'msayin'?\nI'ma start this shit off like this, this time around\n\n(Chorus: Wyclef Jean)\nH-to-the-A-to-the-I-to-the-T-to-the-I\nLive or die, it's nothin' but a dark side\nFugees on the mic, yeah, yeah\nYo', refugees on the mic, oh yeah, oh yeah\nH-to-the-A-to-the-I-to-the-T-to-the-I\nLive or die, it's nothin' but a dark side\nFugees on the mic, yeah, yeah\nYo', refugees on the mic, oh yeah, oh yeah\n\n(Wyclef Jean)\nIf you wanna snap (SNAP), if you wanna crack (CRACK)\nIf you wanna shoot, give me a second so I can lay flat\nCause this, some the cemetary's, the reality\nWhere the tough guys get buried in their property\nWord to Sampson, the tone will get you hung\nI had a friend, they murdered his father and his three-year-old son\nI heard him cursin' the essence of the, the (PAUSE) committed the crime\nBut ah, murder got no time\nThe country has no law, it's either rich or poor\nI'm out the back door, I got nuttin' to fight for\nI'm sailin' on a boat like a goat - I clear my throat\nWhen I got to Brooklyn, I was broke, so I selled coke\nI look in through microscope, for my country and the hurt\nMy eyes bleed, I see Aaron Steed, the Haitian Pope\nFigure or Dundee, the-riginal Malcom X\nSwing like the ki's, so should I put on David Tomerfest\nThough I'm humberlicious strugglin' to jump\nlet me blow her upper-her bubble in your face - that'cha ego!\nAiyyo, freeze-funk, you got to stay stable\nWatch out for the devil, he comes after you after the revival\nWhen will he come, what will he do, what will he say?\nThat's all a mystery, but have your hand grenade\nso you can blow the motherfucker away\nBeep, beep, I gotta make a sale so I can eat\nSo Praswell, grab the mic and be complete\n\n(Pras)\nHuh, lovin' the wreck in effect, will be all in checkmate\nAnother style for Praswell to translate\nFor those who can't relate to stay down my - no-man wait\nNo mistake, when I tell you, your prophet is a fake\n\n(Wyclef Jean)\nYou said a contract on a Haitian, three-hundred g's\nYour sharpshooters are lousy, we mend to-high-be-high hoodies\nSo show your face-a when you waste, I know who's smokin'\nThe bigger that you try to put out yours just makes me Mr. Nobody\nTake high wit'cha just right, it'll be like Michael get ordered, a viper you know!\nYeah, a viper cause you might lose a life to the side by like\nwhat did I have to in the line of the barkin' of the bright side\nYou tried to scare me but I won't mover-a\nThe bully of the block becomes the hour of the glock\nSo cuckoo! The sounds I run are rollin' with the bodyguard\nBut don't forget the day it's sunny but it'll be foggy\n\nAnd in the funeral, you'll be singin' a new tune\nMay your soul rest on the moon (? Jack in wood spoon!?)\nIn Channel Seven, you said: \"Death before Cut\"\nYou killed so many that your conscience ended up - whattup? (WHAT!)\nAiyyo black men, you're dyin' by a dozen cousin\nSo all I do is walk away yo' Prince as if nothin' happened\nYou call me a punk, I gotta step cause all you did was flex\nBut don't get closer cause the kid still gotta keep his rep\nSee I'm known for the crew like the jewel was the jewel\nLike the follow got the boo, like the miller got the boo\nLet the fool cop the man-jewel, suck up, up the? cool-lew?\nOh why you got the ha-ha-lew-lew?\nI got the rap loose, so sci-bi-dee-bob-bob, you don't stop\nYou do the rap-rap, from hip-hop to be-bop, from be-bop\nto beep-beep, the Haitian kid, beeper's goin' off beep-beep\nI gotta make a sale so I can eat, beep, beep\nThe Haitian kid, beeper's goin' off, you know I got no time to sleep, so beep-beep\n\n(Chorus: Wyclef Jean)\nH-to-the-A-to-the-I-to-the-T-to-the-I\nLive or die, it's nothin' but a dark side\nFugees on the mic, YEAH!\nYo', refugees on the mic, oh yeah, oh yeah\n\n(Pras)\nMan, I went to cops the other day to plead for my innocence\nThey brought me in another charges of a legal residents\nAnd L-E-N, on a foreign land, a?\nWatch me go back to my land and then there will be a thing\nGorillas in the mist, where everything, and the light becomes a priest\nThey put up they guard, they pump up they fists\nNow I'm number one on they motherfuckin' hit-list...\nGoin' down for first degree of manslaughter\nMakin' change out of emcee's makin' them outta quarters\nThat's they value, that's what they worth\nCause the first shall be last and the last shall be first, yeah\nWhat we learned was to burn, now cause you c-came\nwith that machette, it's your turn\nIt's not funny, but twenty a month is what you earn baby\n(We on to the Yankee, pass the mic to the \"Yankee\")\n\n(Lauryn Hill)\nWell I'm as cool to ya the mic I'm checkin' comin' from my temple\nWith a message, to deliver, but the back is very simple\nI'm the girl \"Yankee\" rollin' wit' the kids from Haiti\ncoolin' as a mighty grab who gets the last laugh hahaha...\nYou bite size with my Haitian from they stinks as my \"Yankee\"\nwonderin' who was the first to pull over girl as soon as it came out son\nMy history - a hypocrite, so what we gonna do?\nThe dope is dope is only get the man since that is true\nSo hip-hip with my lip as I rip with a felt tip\nwith a righteous situation, interpretation, a graduation\nYour ventilation, and education, segregation, emancipation\na capitalization, it's agration, not separation, ya breath the Haitians...\n\nH-to-the-A-to-the-I-to-the-T-to-the-I...","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Refugees on the Mic (remix)\n artist: Fugees\n album: Vocab\n duration_ms: 277600\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n (Intro: Wyclef Jean)\n Yo', check it out, I want all the refugees out there\n to just put up your motherfuckin' hands, you know you're a fuckin' immigrant\n Put up your hands youknowhatI'msayin'?\n I'ma start this shit off like this, this time around\n\n (Chorus: Wyclef Jean)\n H-to-the-A-to-the-I-to-the-T-to-the-I\n Live or die, it's nothin' but a dark side\n Fugees on the mic, yeah, yeah\n Yo', refugees on the mic, oh yeah, oh yeah\n H-to-the-A-to-the-I-to-the-T-to-the-I\n Live or die, it's nothin' but a dark side\n Fugees on the mic, yeah, yeah\n Yo', refugees on the mic, oh yeah, oh yeah\n\n (Wyclef Jean)\n If you wanna snap (SNAP), if you wanna crack (CRACK)\n If you wanna shoot, give me a second so I can lay flat\n Cause this, some the cemetary's, the reality\n Where the tough guys get buried in their property\n Word to Sampson, the tone will get you hung\n I had a friend, they murdered his father and his three-year-old son\n I heard him cursin' the essence of the, the (PAUSE) committed the crime\n But ah, murder got no time\n The country has no law, it's either rich or poor\n I'm out the back door, I got nuttin' to fight for\n I'm sailin' on a boat like a goat - I clear my throat\n When I got to Brooklyn, I was broke, so I selled coke\n I look in through microscope, for my country and the hurt\n My eyes bleed, I see Aaron Steed, the Haitian Pope\n Figure or Dundee, the-riginal Malcom X\n Swing like the ki's, so should I put on David Tomerfest\n Though I'm humberlicious strugglin' to jump\n let me blow her upper-her bubble in your face - that'cha ego!\n Aiyyo, freeze-funk, you got to stay stable\n Watch out for the devil, he comes after you after the revival\n When will he come, what will he do, what will he say?\n That's all a mystery, but have your hand grenade\n so you can blow the motherfucker away\n Beep, beep, I gotta make a sale so I can eat\n So Praswell, grab the mic and be complete\n\n (Pras)\n Huh, lovin' the wreck in effect, will be all in checkmate\n Another style for Praswell to translate\n For those who can't relate to stay down my - no-man wait\n No mistake, when I tell you, your prophet is a fake\n\n (Wyclef Jean)\n You said a contract on a Haitian, three-hundred g's\n Your sharpshooters are lousy, we mend to-high-be-high hoodies\n So show your face-a when you waste, I know who's smokin'\n The bigger that you try to put out yours just makes me Mr. Nobody\n Take high wit'cha just right, it'll be like Michael get ordered, a viper you know!\n Yeah, a viper cause you might lose a life to the side by like\n what did I have to in the line of the barkin' of the bright side\n You tried to scare me but I won't mover-a\n The bully of the block becomes the hour of the glock\n So cuckoo! The sounds I run are rollin' with the bodyguard\n But don't forget the day it's sunny but it'll be foggy\n\n And in the funeral, you'll be singin' a new tune\n May your soul rest on the moon (? Jack in wood spoon!?)\n In Channel Seven, you said: \"Death before Cut\"\n You killed so many that your conscience ended up - whattup? (WHAT!)\n Aiyyo black men, you're dyin' by a dozen cousin\n So all I do is walk away yo' Prince as if nothin' happened\n You call me a punk, I gotta step cause all you did was flex\n But don't get closer cause the kid still gotta keep his rep\n See I'm known for the crew like the jewel was the jewel\n Like the follow got the boo, like the miller got the boo\n Let the fool cop the man-jewel, suck up, up the? cool-lew?\n Oh why you got the ha-ha-lew-lew?\n I got the rap loose, so sci-bi-dee-bob-bob, you don't stop\n You do the rap-rap, from hip-hop to be-bop, from be-bop\n to beep-beep, the Haitian kid, beeper's goin' off beep-beep\n I gotta make a sale so I can eat, beep, beep\n The Haitian kid, beeper's goin' off, you know I got no time to sleep, so beep-beep\n\n (Chorus: Wyclef Jean)\n H-to-the-A-to-the-I-to-the-T-to-the-I\n Live or die, it's nothin' but a dark side\n Fugees on the mic, YEAH!\n Yo', refugees on the mic, oh yeah, oh yeah\n\n (Pras)\n Man, I went to cops the other day to plead for my innocence\n They brought me in another charges of a legal residents\n And L-E-N, on a foreign land, a?\n Watch me go back to my land and then there will be a thing\n Gorillas in the mist, where everything, and the light becomes a priest\n They put up they guard, they pump up they fists\n Now I'm number one on they motherfuckin' hit-list...\n Goin' down for first degree of manslaughter\n Makin' change out of emcee's makin' them outta quarters\n That's they value, that's what they worth\n Cause the first shall be last and the last shall be first, yeah\n What we learned was to burn, now cause you c-came\n with that machette, it's your turn\n It's not funny, but twenty a month is what you earn baby\n (We on to the Yankee, pass the mic to the \"Yankee\")\n\n (Lauryn Hill)\n Well I'm as cool to ya the mic I'm checkin' comin' from my temple\n With a message, to deliver, but the back is very simple\n I'm the girl \"Yankee\" rollin' wit' the kids from Haiti\n coolin' as a mighty grab who gets the last laugh hahaha...\n You bite size with my Haitian from they stinks as my \"Yankee\"\n wonderin' who was the first to pull over girl as soon as it came out son\n My history - a hypocrite, so what we gonna do?\n The dope is dope is only get the man since that is true\n So hip-hip with my lip as I rip with a felt tip\n with a righteous situation, interpretation, a graduation\n Your ventilation, and education, segregation, emancipation\n a capitalization, it's agration, not separation, ya breath the Haitians...\n\n H-to-the-A-to-the-I-to-the-T-to-the-I...\n"},{"id":7157330,"name":"Vocab (Refugees Hip Hop Remix)","trackName":"Vocab (Refugees Hip Hop Remix)","artistName":"Fugees","albumName":"The Very Best Of Fugees","duration":240.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Lauryn Hill\n\nYo, this is the Fugees\nRefugees\nAbout to take you on a journey\nInto the dimensions of the Booka basement\nThe basement, word\nUhh\n\nHey yo, one two three! The crew is called Re-Fu-Ge-ee-es\nAn if yu come fa tes the rap stylee\nStop the violence and just bring it on, willld\n\nOne: Lauryn Hill\n\nHey yo I, feel kind of melancholy people think they really know me\nI keep a wrap about me while I'm driving daddy's Audi\nI pay the toll fighting for my own soul\nCause the bourgeoise type of mental sucks like a flat comb\nBut I be baitin the rebel base to bass distort the EQ\nThe devil's wishin they could send me back to Mogadishu\nCause I've been wild since I was a juvenile\nAfro-centric profile, back when righteous rap was your style\nNow kids are whylin so I ask the bad black\nBoogie bandit, what's the damage, gimme the estimate then\nPray tell me when's the revolution will begin?\nI turn on my TV I check out Farrakhan on CNN see\nI'm like the phantom that's flying like the bird do\nAnd things you never heard plus I come from the suburbs\nWord to God, I heard you're acting kind of hard\nAnd you got your skin scarred when they was shootin on the boulevard\n\n(You got the vocab) I got the vocab\n(On the real got the vocab) You know we got the vocab\n(All my peeps got the vocab) Yeah, we got the vocab\nAiyyo Praz, grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab\n\nTwo: Prazwell\n\nThen cast off from here to Mexico\nYou see my four-five-six a-be my Celo\nAnd when I rest my head is on a pillow\nBe-ba-dee-be, be-dee-be, be-dee-be-bo\nYou see the skills I manifest is very tho-rough\nAnd if you don't believe me ask Freres Ja-cques\nMmmm, Freres Jacques, Freres Jacques\nA dorme vous? A dorme vous?\nWATCH OUT NOW! When I choose to speak\nI'm forming the cipher fly East to the Five Percenter\nKnowledge is born, to all beginners\nCast the first stone, if you feel you ain't a sinner, ahh\nSay o-ur father, who art in heaven\nForgive the foolish rapper for he not know how Fugee be steppin\nCorrect and, stopped and kept in, nuff respect to the\nDJ, that be selectin, the type of record ahhh\n\n(You got the vocab) I got the vocab\n(The click's got the vocab) You know they got vocab\n(Brooklyn got the vocab) We got the vocab\nAiyyo Clef grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab\n\nThree: Wyclef\n\nCheck it out, here we go\nBack in Eighty-TREE, no one wanted to be NAPPY\nI turn on my TV, it's a dreadlock for FREE\nKill the gimmick\nIt's nonsense, it's no sense or value\nA rapper, disaster, nobody ever told me that\n\"Roxanne, you don't got to work for money no more!\"... and...\nBack in the days I used to listen to Kool G Rap\nWay back when before guns became gats and\nRun-D.M.C. used to ask Mary was she buggin?\nI loved P.E., they kept me concious of what I was saying\nAfrika Bambaata, Poor Righteous Teacher\nGot within myself so it made me a Five Percenter\nSay La-Di-Da-Di, UHH! we like to party but\nMy jam was BDP, with My Philosophy\nSay Grandmaster Flash, MC Melle Mel\nThen LL Cool J came with Rock the Bells!\nSee I'm the one for the crew, like a Jew is a Jew\nLike Apollo got the moon, like the men who got the blue\nLike the Fu got the Manchu, Chaka got the Zulu\nHawaii got the Honolulu\nI got the rap lieu, so skippedy-de-bop-bop you don't stop\nYou do the rock-rock from hip-hop through be-bop\nFrom be-bop to bee-bee\n\n(You got the vocab) I got the vocab\n(Boogie Down got the vocab) You know they got the vocab\n(Black people got the vocab) Word, we got the vocab\nAiyyo peeps, grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab\n\n(You got the vocab) Yeahh, we got the vocab\n(Queens got the vocab) You know y'all got the vocab\n(Uptown got the vocab) Yeahh, they got the vocab\nAiyyo, bros grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab\n\n(DC got the vocab) Word, y'all got the vocab\n(Virginia got the vocab) Aiyy, I know y'all got the vocab\n(Oakland got the vocab) Word, they got the vocab\nAiyyo, sisters grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.03] Lauryn Hill\n[00:03.91] Yo, this is the Fugees\n[00:04.97] Refugees\n[00:06.92] About to take you on a journey\n[00:08.93] Into the dimensions of the Booka basement\n[00:11.03] The basement, word\n[00:15.18] Uhh\n[00:16.25] Hey yo, one two three! The crew is called Re-Fu-Ge-ee-es\n[00:20.29] An if yu come fa tes the rap stylee\n[00:23.34] Stop the violence and just bring it on, willld\n[00:27.59] One: Lauryn Hill\n[00:28.57] Hey yo I, feel kind of melancholy people think they really know me\n[00:30.48] I keep a wrap about me while I'm driving daddy's Audi\n[00:33.58] I pay the toll fighting for my own soul\n[00:35.60] Cause the bourgeoise type of mental sucks like a flat comb\n[00:37.63] But I be baitin the rebel base to bass distort the EQ\n[00:41.77] The devil's wishin they could send me back to Mogadishu\n[00:44.86] Cause I've been wild since I was a juvenile\n[00:46.96] Afro-centric profile, back when righteous rap was your style\n[00:50.01] Now kids are whylin so I ask the bad black\n[00:52.04] Boogie bandit, what's the damage, gimme the estimate then\n[00:56.02] Pray tell me when's the revolution will begin?\n[00:58.17] I turn on my TV I check out Farrakhan on CNN see\n[01:01.21] I'm like the phantom that's flying like the bird do\n[01:04.25] And things you never heard plus I come from the suburbs\n[01:06.28] Word to God, I heard you're acting kind of hard\n[01:09.34] And you got your skin scarred when they was shootin on the boulevard\n[01:12.49] (You got the vocab) I got the vocab\n[01:15.46] (On the real got the vocab) You know we got the vocab\n[01:17.47] (All my peeps got the vocab) Yeah, we got the vocab\n[01:20.41] Aiyyo Praz, grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab\n[01:22.58] Two: Prazwell\n[01:23.67] Then cast off from here to Mexico\n[01:25.69] You see my four-five-six a-be my Celo\n[01:28.71] And when I rest my head is on a pillow\n[01:30.70] Be-ba-dee-be, be-dee-be, be-dee-be-bo\n[01:33.82] You see the skills I manifest is very tho-rough\n[01:36.99] And if you don't believe me ask Freres Ja-cques\n[01:40.06] Mmmm, Freres Jacques, Freres Jacques\n[01:43.02] A dorme vous? A dorme vous?\n[01:46.13] WATCH OUT NOW! When I choose to speak\n[01:48.15] I'm forming the cipher fly East to the Five Percenter\n[01:51.20] Knowledge is born, to all beginners\n[01:54.31] Cast the first stone, if you feel you ain't a sinner, ahh\n[01:56.24] Say o-ur father, who art in heaven\n[01:59.30] Forgive the foolish rapper for he not know how Fugee be steppin\n[02:01.34] Correct and, stopped and kept in, nuff respect to the\n[02:05.42] DJ, that be selectin, the type of record ahhh\n[02:08.57] (You got the vocab) I got the vocab\n[02:09.51] (The click's got the vocab) You know they got vocab\n[02:12.63] (Brooklyn got the vocab) We got the vocab\n[02:15.63] Aiyyo Clef grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab\n[02:18.73] Three: Wyclef\n[02:19.71] Check it out, here we go\n[02:20.84] Back in Eighty-TREE, no one wanted to be NAPPY\n[02:21.98] I turn on my TV, it's a dreadlock for FREE\n[02:25.00] Kill the gimmick\n[02:26.08] It's nonsense, it's no sense or value\n[02:27.19] A rapper, disaster, nobody ever told me that\n[02:30.35] \"Roxanne, you don't got to work for money no more!\"... and...\n[02:35.35] Back in the days I used to listen to Kool G Rap\n[02:39.39] Way back when before guns became gats and\n[02:41.44] Run-D.M.C. used to ask Mary was she buggin?\n[02:44.51] I loved P.E., they kept me concious of what I was saying\n[02:47.49] Afrika Bambaata, Poor Righteous Teacher\n[02:49.55] Got within myself so it made me a Five Percenter\n[02:52.52] Say La-Di-Da-Di, UHH! we like to party but\n[02:55.62] My jam was BDP, with My Philosophy\n[02:57.74] Say Grandmaster Flash, MC Melle Mel\n[03:00.88] Then LL Cool J came with Rock the Bells!\n[03:02.94] See I'm the one for the crew, like a Jew is a Jew\n[03:06.98] Like Apollo got the moon, like the men who got the blue\n[03:10.04] Like the Fu got the Manchu, Chaka got the Zulu\n[03:13.04] Hawaii got the Honolulu\n[03:14.09] I got the rap lieu, so skippedy-de-bop-bop you don't stop\n[03:17.19] You do the rock-rock from hip-hop through be-bop\n[03:20.15] From be-bop to bee-bee\n[03:21.14] (You got the vocab) I got the vocab\n[03:23.11] (Boogie Down got the vocab) You know they got the vocab\n[03:25.13] (Black people got the vocab) Word, we got the vocab\n[03:28.36] Aiyyo peeps, grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab\n[03:31.35] (You got the vocab) Yeahh, we got the vocab\n[03:33.35] (Queens got the vocab) You know y'all got the vocab\n[03:36.50] (Uptown got the vocab) Yeahh, they got the vocab\n[03:38.56] Aiyyo, bros grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab\n[03:42.60] (DC got the vocab) Word, y'all got the vocab\n[03:44.69] (Virginia got the vocab) Aiyy, I know y'all got the vocab\n[03:47.66] (Oakland got the vocab) Word, they got the vocab\n[03:49.78] Aiyyo, sisters grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab\n[03:54.87] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Vocab (Refugees Hip Hop Remix)\n artist: Fugees\n album: The Very Best Of Fugees\n duration_ms: 240000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Lauryn Hill\n start_ms: 3030\n end_ms: 3910\n- text: Yo, this is the Fugees\n start_ms: 3910\n end_ms: 4970\n- text: Refugees\n start_ms: 4970\n end_ms: 6920\n- text: About to take you on a journey\n start_ms: 6920\n end_ms: 8930\n- text: Into the dimensions of the Booka basement\n start_ms: 8930\n end_ms: 11030\n- text: The basement, word\n start_ms: 11030\n end_ms: 15180\n- text: Uhh\n start_ms: 15180\n end_ms: 16250\n- text: Hey yo, one two three! 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A dorme vous?\n WATCH OUT NOW! When I choose to speak\n I'm forming the cipher fly East to the Five Percenter\n Knowledge is born, to all beginners\n Cast the first stone, if you feel you ain't a sinner, ahh\n Say o-ur father, who art in heaven\n Forgive the foolish rapper for he not know how Fugee be steppin\n Correct and, stopped and kept in, nuff respect to the\n DJ, that be selectin, the type of record ahhh\n\n (You got the vocab) I got the vocab\n (The click's got the vocab) You know they got vocab\n (Brooklyn got the vocab) We got the vocab\n Aiyyo Clef grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab\n\n Three: Wyclef\n\n Check it out, here we go\n Back in Eighty-TREE, no one wanted to be NAPPY\n I turn on my TV, it's a dreadlock for FREE\n Kill the gimmick\n It's nonsense, it's no sense or value\n A rapper, disaster, nobody ever told me that\n \"Roxanne, you don't got to work for money no more!\"... and...\n Back in the days I used to listen to Kool G Rap\n Way back when before guns became gats and\n Run-D.M.C. used to ask Mary was she buggin?\n I loved P.E., they kept me concious of what I was saying\n Afrika Bambaata, Poor Righteous Teacher\n Got within myself so it made me a Five Percenter\n Say La-Di-Da-Di, UHH! we like to party but\n My jam was BDP, with My Philosophy\n Say Grandmaster Flash, MC Melle Mel\n Then LL Cool J came with Rock the Bells!\n See I'm the one for the crew, like a Jew is a Jew\n Like Apollo got the moon, like the men who got the blue\n Like the Fu got the Manchu, Chaka got the Zulu\n Hawaii got the Honolulu\n I got the rap lieu, so skippedy-de-bop-bop you don't stop\n You do the rock-rock from hip-hop through be-bop\n From be-bop to bee-bee\n\n (You got the vocab) I got the vocab\n (Boogie Down got the vocab) You know they got the vocab\n (Black people got the vocab) Word, we got the vocab\n Aiyyo peeps, grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab\n\n (You got the vocab) Yeahh, we got the vocab\n (Queens got the vocab) You know y'all got the vocab\n (Uptown got the vocab) Yeahh, they got the vocab\n Aiyyo, bros grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab\n\n (DC got the vocab) Word, y'all got the vocab\n (Virginia got the vocab) Aiyy, I know y'all got the vocab\n (Oakland got the vocab) Word, they got the vocab\n Aiyyo, sisters grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab\n"},{"id":33690192,"name":"Vocab (Refugees Hip Hop Remix)","trackName":"Vocab (Refugees Hip Hop Remix)","artistName":"Fugees","albumName":"Fugees (Refugee Camp) Bootleg Version","duration":277.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Lauryn Hill\n\nYo, this is the Fugees\nRefugees\nAbout to take you on a journey\nInto the dimensions of the Booka basement\nThe basement, word\nUhh\n\nHey yo, one two three! The crew is called Re-Fu-Ge-ee-es\nAn if yu come fa tes the rap stylee\nStop the violence and just bring it on, willld\n\nOne: Lauryn Hill\n\nHey yo I, feel kind of melancholy people think they really know me\nI keep a wrap about me while I'm driving daddy's Audi\nI pay the toll fighting for my own soul\nCause the bourgeoise type of mental sucks like a flat comb\nBut I be baitin the rebel base to bass distort the EQ\nThe devil's wishin they could send me back to Mogadishu\nCause I've been wild since I was a juvenile\nAfro-centric profile, back when righteous rap was your style\nNow kids are whylin so I ask the bad black\nBoogie bandit, what's the damage, gimme the estimate then\nPray tell me when's the revolution will begin?\nI turn on my TV I check out Farrakhan on CNN see\nI'm like the phantom that's flying like the bird do\nAnd things you never heard plus I come from the suburbs\nWord to God, I heard you're acting kind of hard\nAnd you got your skin scarred when they was shootin on the boulevard\n\n(You got the vocab) I got the vocab\n(On the real got the vocab) You know we got the vocab\n(All my peeps got the vocab) Yeah, we got the vocab\nAiyyo Praz, grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab\n\nTwo: Prazwell\n\nThen cast off from here to Mexico\nYou see my four-five-six a-be my Celo\nAnd when I rest my head is on a pillow\nBe-ba-dee-be, be-dee-be, be-dee-be-bo\nYou see the skills I manifest is very tho-rough\nAnd if you don't believe me ask Freres Ja-cques\nMmmm, Freres Jacques, Freres Jacques\nA dorme vous? A dorme vous?\nWATCH OUT NOW! When I choose to speak\nI'm forming the cipher fly East to the Five Percenter\nKnowledge is born, to all beginners\nCast the first stone, if you feel you ain't a sinner, ahh\nSay o-ur father, who art in heaven\nForgive the foolish rapper for he not know how Fugee be steppin\nCorrect and, stopped and kept in, nuff respect to the\nDJ, that be selectin, the type of record ahhh\n\n(You got the vocab) I got the vocab\n(The click's got the vocab) You know they got vocab\n(Brooklyn got the vocab) We got the vocab\nAiyyo Clef grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab\n\nThree: Wyclef\n\nCheck it out, here we go\nBack in Eighty-TREE, no one wanted to be NAPPY\nI turn on my TV, it's a dreadlock for FREE\nKill the gimmick\nIt's nonsense, it's no sense or value\nA rapper, disaster, nobody ever told me that\n\"Roxanne, you don't got to work for money no more!\"... and...\nBack in the days I used to listen to Kool G Rap\nWay back when before guns became gats and\nRun-D.M.C. used to ask Mary was she buggin?\nI loved P.E., they kept me concious of what I was saying\nAfrika Bambaata, Poor Righteous Teacher\nGot within myself so it made me a Five Percenter\nSay La-Di-Da-Di, UHH! we like to party but\nMy jam was BDP, with My Philosophy\nSay Grandmaster Flash, MC Melle Mel\nThen LL Cool J came with Rock the Bells!\nSee I'm the one for the crew, like a Jew is a Jew\nLike Apollo got the moon, like the men who got the blue\nLike the Fu got the Manchu, Chaka got the Zulu\nHawaii got the Honolulu\nI got the rap lieu, so skippedy-de-bop-bop you don't stop\nYou do the rock-rock from hip-hop through be-bop\nFrom be-bop to bee-bee\n\n(You got the vocab) I got the vocab\n(Boogie Down got the vocab) You know they got the vocab\n(Black people got the vocab) Word, we got the vocab\nAiyyo peeps, grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab\n\n(You got the vocab) Yeahh, we got the vocab\n(Queens got the vocab) You know y'all got the vocab\n(Uptown got the vocab) Yeahh, they got the vocab\nAiyyo, bros grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab\n\n(DC got the vocab) Word, y'all got the vocab\n(Virginia got the vocab) Aiyy, I know y'all got the vocab\n(Oakland got the vocab) Word, they got the vocab\nAiyyo, sisters grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.95] Lauryn Hill\n[00:01.71] Yo, this is the Fugees\n[00:04.26] Refugees\n[00:06.35] About to take you on a journey\n[00:08.45] Into the dimensions of the Booka basement\n[00:11.16] The basement, word\n[00:14.80] Uhh\n[00:15.77] Hey yo, one two three! The crew is called Re-Fu-Ge-ee-es\n[00:20.90] An if yu come fa tes the rap stylee\n[00:23.58] Stop the violence and just bring it on, willld\n[00:27.05] One: Lauryn Hill\n[00:27.54] Hey yo I, feel kind of melancholy people think they really know me\n[00:30.71] I keep a wrap about me while I'm driving daddy's Audi\n[00:33.61] I pay the toll fighting for my own soul\n[00:35.75] Cause the bourgeoise type of mental sucks like a flat comb\n[00:38.95] But I be baitin the rebel base to bass distort the EQ\n[00:41.92] The devil's wishin they could send me back to Mogadishu\n[00:44.67] Cause I've been wild since I was a juvenile\n[00:47.11] Afro-centric profile, back when righteous rap was your style\n[00:50.14] Now kids are whylin so I ask the bad black\n[00:52.55] Boogie bandit, what's the damage, gimme the estimate then\n[00:55.81] Pray tell me when's the revolution will begin?\n[00:58.14] I turn on my TV I check out Farrakhan on CNN see\n[01:01.44] I'm like the phantom that's flying like the bird do\n[01:04.10] And things you never heard plus I come from the suburbs\n[01:06.65] Word to God, I heard you're acting kind of hard\n[01:09.40] And you got your skin scarred when they was shootin on the boulevard\n[01:12.25] (You got the vocab) I got the vocab\n[01:14.08] (On the real got the vocab) You know we got the vocab\n[01:17.00] (All my peeps got the vocab) Yeah, we got the vocab\n[01:19.93] Aiyyo Praz, grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab\n[01:22.66] Two: Prazwell\n[01:23.61] Then cast off from here to Mexico\n[01:25.93] You see my four-five-six a-be my Celo\n[01:28.62] And when I rest my head is on a pillow\n[01:31.19] Be-ba-dee-be, be-dee-be, be-dee-be-bo\n[01:34.20] You see the skills I manifest is very tho-rough\n[01:37.12] And if you don't believe me ask Freres Ja-cques\n[01:40.10] Mmmm, Freres Jacques, Freres Jacques\n[01:43.37] A dorme vous? A dorme vous?\n[01:45.84] WATCH OUT NOW! When I choose to speak\n[01:48.38] I'm forming the cipher fly East to the Five Percenter\n[01:51.55] Knowledge is born, to all beginners\n[01:54.10] Cast the first stone, if you feel you ain't a sinner, ahh\n[01:57.03] Say o-ur father, who art in heaven\n[01:59.30] Forgive the foolish rapper for he not know how Fugee be steppin\n[02:02.52] Correct and, stopped and kept in, nuff respect to the\n[02:05.49] DJ, that be selectin, the type of record ahhh\n[02:07.88] (You got the vocab) I got the vocab\n[02:10.21] (The click's got the vocab) You know they got vocab\n[02:12.83] (Brooklyn got the vocab) We got the vocab\n[02:15.96] Aiyyo Clef grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab\n[02:17.62] Three: Wyclef\n[02:18.01] Check it out, here we go\n[02:19.40] Back in Eighty-TREE, no one wanted to be NAPPY\n[02:21.90] I turn on my TV, it's a dreadlock for FREE\n[02:24.73] Kill the gimmick\n[02:25.64] It's nonsense, it's no sense or value\n[02:27.49] A rapper, disaster, nobody ever told me that\n[02:30.62] \"Roxanne, you don't got to work for money no more!\"... and...\n[02:35.82] Back in the days I used to listen to Kool G Rap\n[02:39.12] Way back when before guns became gats and\n[02:41.71] Run-D.M.C. used to ask Mary was she buggin?\n[02:44.56] I loved P.E., they kept me concious of what I was saying\n[02:47.56] Afrika Bambaata, Poor Righteous Teacher\n[02:50.11] Got within myself so it made me a Five Percenter\n[02:52.99] Say La-Di-Da-Di, UHH! we like to party but\n[02:55.76] My jam was BDP, with My Philosophy\n[02:58.36] Say Grandmaster Flash, MC Melle Mel\n[03:01.20] Then LL Cool J came with Rock the Bells!\n[03:03.94] See I'm the one for the crew, like a Jew is a Jew\n[03:07.11] Like Apollo got the moon, like the men who got the blue\n[03:10.12] Like the Fu got the Manchu, Chaka got the Zulu\n[03:12.89] Hawaii got the Honolulu\n[03:14.85] I got the rap lieu, so skippedy-de-bop-bop you don't stop\n[03:17.72] You do the rock-rock from hip-hop through be-bop\n[03:20.10] From be-bop to bee-bee\n[03:21.34] (You got the vocab) I got the vocab\n[03:22.85] (Boogie Down got the vocab) You know they got the vocab\n[03:25.51] (Black people got the vocab) Word, we got the vocab\n[03:28.65] Aiyyo peeps, grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab\n[03:31.79] (You got the vocab) Yeahh, we got the vocab\n[03:34.01] (Queens got the vocab) You know y'all got the vocab\n[03:36.75] (Uptown got the vocab) Yeahh, they got the vocab\n[03:40.07] Aiyyo, bros grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab\n[03:42.65] (DC got the vocab) Word, y'all got the vocab\n[03:45.23] (Virginia got the vocab) Aiyy, I know y'all got the vocab\n[03:47.82] (Oakland got the vocab) Word, they got the vocab\n[03:51.22] Aiyyo, sisters grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab\n[03:55.41] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Vocab (Refugees Hip Hop Remix)\n artist: Fugees\n album: Fugees (Refugee Camp) Bootleg Version\n duration_ms: 277000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Lauryn Hill\n start_ms: 950\n end_ms: 1710\n- text: Yo, this is the Fugees\n start_ms: 1710\n end_ms: 4260\n- text: Refugees\n start_ms: 4260\n end_ms: 6350\n- text: About to take you on a journey\n start_ms: 6350\n end_ms: 8450\n- text: Into the dimensions of the Booka basement\n start_ms: 8450\n end_ms: 11160\n- text: The basement, word\n start_ms: 11160\n end_ms: 14800\n- text: Uhh\n start_ms: 14800\n end_ms: 15770\n- text: Hey yo, one two three! 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The crew is called Re-Fu-Ge-ee-es\n An if yu come fa tes the rap stylee\n Stop the violence and just bring it on, willld\n\n One: Lauryn Hill\n\n Hey yo I, feel kind of melancholy people think they really know me\n I keep a wrap about me while I'm driving daddy's Audi\n I pay the toll fighting for my own soul\n Cause the bourgeoise type of mental sucks like a flat comb\n But I be baitin the rebel base to bass distort the EQ\n The devil's wishin they could send me back to Mogadishu\n Cause I've been wild since I was a juvenile\n Afro-centric profile, back when righteous rap was your style\n Now kids are whylin so I ask the bad black\n Boogie bandit, what's the damage, gimme the estimate then\n Pray tell me when's the revolution will begin?\n I turn on my TV I check out Farrakhan on CNN see\n I'm like the phantom that's flying like the bird do\n And things you never heard plus I come from the suburbs\n Word to God, I heard you're acting kind of hard\n And you got your skin scarred when they was shootin on the boulevard\n\n (You got the vocab) I got the vocab\n (On the real got the vocab) You know we got the vocab\n (All my peeps got the vocab) Yeah, we got the vocab\n Aiyyo Praz, grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab\n\n Two: Prazwell\n\n Then cast off from here to Mexico\n You see my four-five-six a-be my Celo\n And when I rest my head is on a pillow\n Be-ba-dee-be, be-dee-be, be-dee-be-bo\n You see the skills I manifest is very tho-rough\n And if you don't believe me ask Freres Ja-cques\n Mmmm, Freres Jacques, Freres Jacques\n A dorme vous? A dorme vous?\n WATCH OUT NOW! When I choose to speak\n I'm forming the cipher fly East to the Five Percenter\n Knowledge is born, to all beginners\n Cast the first stone, if you feel you ain't a sinner, ahh\n Say o-ur father, who art in heaven\n Forgive the foolish rapper for he not know how Fugee be steppin\n Correct and, stopped and kept in, nuff respect to the\n DJ, that be selectin, the type of record ahhh\n\n (You got the vocab) I got the vocab\n (The click's got the vocab) You know they got vocab\n (Brooklyn got the vocab) We got the vocab\n Aiyyo Clef grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab\n\n Three: Wyclef\n\n Check it out, here we go\n Back in Eighty-TREE, no one wanted to be NAPPY\n I turn on my TV, it's a dreadlock for FREE\n Kill the gimmick\n It's nonsense, it's no sense or value\n A rapper, disaster, nobody ever told me that\n \"Roxanne, you don't got to work for money no more!\"... and...\n Back in the days I used to listen to Kool G Rap\n Way back when before guns became gats and\n Run-D.M.C. used to ask Mary was she buggin?\n I loved P.E., they kept me concious of what I was saying\n Afrika Bambaata, Poor Righteous Teacher\n Got within myself so it made me a Five Percenter\n Say La-Di-Da-Di, UHH! we like to party but\n My jam was BDP, with My Philosophy\n Say Grandmaster Flash, MC Melle Mel\n Then LL Cool J came with Rock the Bells!\n See I'm the one for the crew, like a Jew is a Jew\n Like Apollo got the moon, like the men who got the blue\n Like the Fu got the Manchu, Chaka got the Zulu\n Hawaii got the Honolulu\n I got the rap lieu, so skippedy-de-bop-bop you don't stop\n You do the rock-rock from hip-hop through be-bop\n From be-bop to bee-bee\n\n (You got the vocab) I got the vocab\n (Boogie Down got the vocab) You know they got the vocab\n (Black people got the vocab) Word, we got the vocab\n Aiyyo peeps, grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab\n\n (You got the vocab) Yeahh, we got the vocab\n (Queens got the vocab) You know y'all got the vocab\n (Uptown got the vocab) Yeahh, they got the vocab\n Aiyyo, bros grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab\n\n (DC got the vocab) Word, y'all got the vocab\n (Virginia got the vocab) Aiyy, I know y'all got the vocab\n (Oakland got the vocab) Word, they got the vocab\n Aiyyo, sisters grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab\n"},{"id":9009537,"name":"Vocab (Refugees Hip Hop Remix)","trackName":"Vocab (Refugees Hip Hop Remix)","artistName":"Fugees","albumName":"Playlist: The Very Best of Fugees","duration":240.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Lauryn Hill\n\nYo, this is the Fugees\nRefugees\nAbout to take you on a journey\nInto the dimensions of the Booka basement\nThe basement, word\nUhh\n\nHey yo, one two three! The crew is called Re-Fu-Ge-ee-es\nAn if yu come fa tes the rap stylee\nStop the violence and just bring it on, willld\n\nOne: Lauryn Hill\n\nHey yo I, feel kind of melancholy people think they really know me\nI keep a wrap about me while I'm driving daddy's Audi\nI pay the toll fighting for my own soul\nCause the bourgeoise type of mental sucks like a flat comb\nBut I be baitin the rebel base to bass distort the EQ\nThe devil's wishin they could send me back to Mogadishu\nCause I've been wild since I was a juvenile\nAfro-centric profile, back when righteous rap was your style\nNow kids are whylin so I ask the bad black\nBoogie bandit, what's the damage, gimme the estimate then\npray tell me when's the revolution will begin?\nI turn on my TV I check out Farrakhan on CNN see\nI'm like the phantom that's flying like the bird do\nAnd things you never heard plus I come from the suburbs\nWord to God, I heard you're acting kind of hard\nAnd you got your skin scarred when they was shootin on the boulevard\n\n(You got the vocab) I got the vocab\n(On the real got the vocab) You know we got the vocab\n(All my peeps got the vocab) Yeah, we got the vocab\nAiyyo Praz, grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab\n\nTwo: Prazwell\n\nThen cast off from here to Mexico\nYou see my four-five-six a-be my Celo\nAnd when I rest my head is on a pillow\nBe-ba-dee-be, be-dee-be, be-dee-be-bo\nYou see the skills I manifest is very tho-rough\nAnd if you don't believe me ask Freres Ja-cques\nMmmm, Freres Jacques, Freres Jacques\nA dorme vous? A dorme vous?\nWATCH OUT NOW! 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A dorme vous?\n WATCH OUT NOW! 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The crew is called Re-Fu-Ge-ee-es\nAn if yu come fa tes the rap stylee\nStop the violence and just bring it on, willld\n\nOne: Lauryn Hill\n\nHey yo I, feel kind of melancholy people think they really know me\nI keep a wrap about me while I'm driving daddy's Audi\nI pay the toll fighting for my own soul\nCause the bourgeoise type of mental sucks like a flat comb\nBut I be baitin the rebel base to bass distort the EQ\nThe devil's wishin they could send me back to Mogadishu\nCause I've been wild since I was a juvenile\nAfro-centric profile, back when righteous rap was your style\nNow kids are whylin so I ask the bad black\nBoogie bandit, what's the damage, gimme the estimate then\npray tell me when's the revolution will begin?\nI turn on my TV I check out Farrakhan on CNN see\nI'm like the phantom that's flying like the bird do\nAnd things you never heard plus I come from the suburbs\nWord to God, I heard you're acting kind of hard\nAnd you got your skin scarred when they was shootin on the boulevard\n\n(You got the vocab) I got the vocab\n(On the real got the vocab) You know we got the vocab\n(All my peeps got the vocab) Yeah, we got the vocab\nAiyyo Praz, grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab\n\nTwo: Prazwell\n\nThen cast off from here to Mexico\nYou see my four-five-six a-be my Celo\nAnd when I rest my head is on a pillow\nBe-ba-dee-be, be-dee-be, be-dee-be-bo\nYou see the skills I manifest is very tho-rough\nAnd if you don't believe me ask Freres Ja-cques\nMmmm, Freres Jacques, Freres Jacques\nA dorme vous? A dorme vous?\nWATCH OUT NOW! When I choose to speak\nI'm forming the cipher fly East to the Five Percenter\nKnowledge is born, to all beginners\nCast the first stone, if you feel you ain't a sinner, ahh\nSay o-ur father, who art in heaven\nForgive the foolish rapper for he not know how Fugee be steppin\nCorrect and, stopped and kept in, nuff respect to the\nDJ, that be selectin, the type of record ahhh\n\n(You got the vocab) I got the vocab\n(The click's got the vocab) You know they got vocab\n(Brooklyn got the vocab) We got the vocab\nAiyyo Clef grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab\n\nThree: Wyclef\n\nCheck it out, here we go\nBack in Eighty-TREE, no one wanted to be NAPPY\nI turn on my TV, it's a dreadlock for FREE\nKill the gimmick\nIt's nonsense, it's no sense or value\na rapper, disaster, nobody ever told me that\n\"Roxanne, you don't got to work for money no more!\"... and...\nBack in the days I used to listen to Kool G Rap\nWay back when before guns became gats and\nRun-D.M.C. used to ask Mary was she buggin?\nI loved P.E., they kept me concious of what I was saying\nAfrika Bambaata, Poor Righteous Teacher\nGot within myself so it made me a Five Percenter\nSay La-Di-Da-Di, UHH! we like to party but\nmy jam was BDP, with My Philosophy\nSay Grandmaster Flash, MC Melle Mel\nThen LL Cool J came with Rock the Bells!\nSee I'm the one for the crew, like a Jew is a Jew\nLike Apollo got the moon, like the men who got the blue\nLike the Fu got the Manchu, Chaka got the Zulu\nHawaii got the Honolulu\nI got the rap lieu, so skippedy-de-bop-bop you don't stop\nYou do the rock-rock from hip-hop through be-bop\nfrom be-bop to bee-bee\n\n(You got the vocab) I got the vocab\n(Boogie Down got the vocab) You know they got the vocab\n(Black people got the vocab) Word, we got the vocab\nAiyyo peeps, grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab\n\n(You got the vocab) Yeahh, we got the vocab\n(Queens got the vocab) You know y'all got the vocab\n(Uptown got the vocab) Yeahh, they got the vocab\nAiyyo, bros grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab\n\n(DC got the vocab) Word, y'all got the vocab\n(Virginia got the vocab) Aiyy, I know y'all got the vocab\n(Oakland got the vocab) Word, they got the vocab\nAiyyo, sisters grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.03] Lauryn Hill\n[00:03.91] Yo, this is the Fugees\n[00:04.97] Refugees\n[00:06.92] About to take you on a journey\n[00:08.93] Into the dimensions of the Booka basement\n[00:11.03] The basement, word\n[00:15.18] Uhh\n[00:16.25] Hey yo, one two three! 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A dorme vous?\n[01:46.13] WATCH OUT NOW! When I choose to speak\n[01:48.15] I'm forming the cipher fly East to the Five Percenter\n[01:51.20] Knowledge is born, to all beginners\n[01:54.31] Cast the first stone, if you feel you ain't a sinner, ahh\n[01:56.24] Say o-ur father, who art in heaven\n[01:59.30] Forgive the foolish rapper for he not know how Fugee be steppin\n[02:01.34] Correct and, stopped and kept in, nuff respect to the\n[02:05.42] DJ, that be selectin, the type of record ahhh\n[02:08.57] (You got the vocab) I got the vocab\n[02:09.51] (The click's got the vocab) You know they got vocab\n[02:12.63] (Brooklyn got the vocab) We got the vocab\n[02:15.63] Aiyyo Clef grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab\n[02:18.73] Three: Wyclef\n[02:19.71] Check it out, here we go\n[02:20.84] Back in Eighty-TREE, no one wanted to be NAPPY\n[02:21.98] I turn on my TV, it's a dreadlock for FREE\n[02:25.00] Kill the gimmick\n[02:26.08] It's nonsense, it's no sense or value\n[02:27.19] a rapper, disaster, nobody ever told me that\n[02:30.35] \"Roxanne, you don't got to work for money no more!\"... and...\n[02:35.35] Back in the days I used to listen to Kool G Rap\n[02:39.39] Way back when before guns became gats and\n[02:41.44] Run-D.M.C. used to ask Mary was she buggin?\n[02:44.51] I loved P.E., they kept me concious of what I was saying\n[02:47.49] Afrika Bambaata, Poor Righteous Teacher\n[02:49.55] Got within myself so it made me a Five Percenter\n[02:52.52] Say La-Di-Da-Di, UHH! we like to party but\n[02:55.62] my jam was BDP, with My Philosophy\n[02:57.74] Say Grandmaster Flash, MC Melle Mel\n[03:00.88] Then LL Cool J came with Rock the Bells!\n[03:02.94] See I'm the one for the crew, like a Jew is a Jew\n[03:06.98] Like Apollo got the moon, like the men who got the blue\n[03:10.04] Like the Fu got the Manchu, Chaka got the Zulu\n[03:13.04] Hawaii got the Honolulu\n[03:14.09] I got the rap lieu, so skippedy-de-bop-bop you don't stop\n[03:17.19] You do the rock-rock from hip-hop through be-bop\n[03:20.15] from be-bop to bee-bee\n[03:21.14] (You got the vocab) I got the vocab\n[03:23.11] (Boogie Down got the vocab) You know they got the vocab\n[03:25.13] (Black people got the vocab) Word, we got the vocab\n[03:28.36] Aiyyo peeps, grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab\n[03:31.35] (You got the vocab) Yeahh, we got the vocab\n[03:33.35] (Queens got the vocab) You know y'all got the vocab\n[03:36.50] (Uptown got the vocab) Yeahh, they got the vocab\n[03:38.56] Aiyyo, bros grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab\n[03:42.60] (DC got the vocab) Word, y'all got the vocab\n[03:44.69] (Virginia got the vocab) Aiyy, I know y'all got the vocab\n[03:47.66] (Oakland got the vocab) Word, they got the vocab\n[03:49.78] Aiyyo, sisters grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab\n[03:54.87] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Vocab (Refugees hip hop remix)\n artist: Fugees\n album: 'Playlist: The Very Best of the Fugees'\n duration_ms: 241000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Lauryn Hill\n start_ms: 3030\n end_ms: 3910\n- text: Yo, this is the Fugees\n start_ms: 3910\n end_ms: 4970\n- text: Refugees\n start_ms: 4970\n end_ms: 6920\n- text: About to take you on a journey\n start_ms: 6920\n end_ms: 8930\n- text: Into the dimensions of the Booka basement\n start_ms: 8930\n end_ms: 11030\n- text: The basement, word\n start_ms: 11030\n end_ms: 15180\n- text: Uhh\n start_ms: 15180\n end_ms: 16250\n- text: Hey yo, one two three! 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The crew is called Re-Fu-Ge-ee-es\n An if yu come fa tes the rap stylee\n Stop the violence and just bring it on, willld\n\n One: Lauryn Hill\n\n Hey yo I, feel kind of melancholy people think they really know me\n I keep a wrap about me while I'm driving daddy's Audi\n I pay the toll fighting for my own soul\n Cause the bourgeoise type of mental sucks like a flat comb\n But I be baitin the rebel base to bass distort the EQ\n The devil's wishin they could send me back to Mogadishu\n Cause I've been wild since I was a juvenile\n Afro-centric profile, back when righteous rap was your style\n Now kids are whylin so I ask the bad black\n Boogie bandit, what's the damage, gimme the estimate then\n pray tell me when's the revolution will begin?\n I turn on my TV I check out Farrakhan on CNN see\n I'm like the phantom that's flying like the bird do\n And things you never heard plus I come from the suburbs\n Word to God, I heard you're acting kind of hard\n And you got your skin scarred when they was shootin on the boulevard\n\n (You got the vocab) I got the vocab\n (On the real got the vocab) You know we got the vocab\n (All my peeps got the vocab) Yeah, we got the vocab\n Aiyyo Praz, grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab\n\n Two: Prazwell\n\n Then cast off from here to Mexico\n You see my four-five-six a-be my Celo\n And when I rest my head is on a pillow\n Be-ba-dee-be, be-dee-be, be-dee-be-bo\n You see the skills I manifest is very tho-rough\n And if you don't believe me ask Freres Ja-cques\n Mmmm, Freres Jacques, Freres Jacques\n A dorme vous? A dorme vous?\n WATCH OUT NOW! When I choose to speak\n I'm forming the cipher fly East to the Five Percenter\n Knowledge is born, to all beginners\n Cast the first stone, if you feel you ain't a sinner, ahh\n Say o-ur father, who art in heaven\n Forgive the foolish rapper for he not know how Fugee be steppin\n Correct and, stopped and kept in, nuff respect to the\n DJ, that be selectin, the type of record ahhh\n\n (You got the vocab) I got the vocab\n (The click's got the vocab) You know they got vocab\n (Brooklyn got the vocab) We got the vocab\n Aiyyo Clef grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab\n\n Three: Wyclef\n\n Check it out, here we go\n Back in Eighty-TREE, no one wanted to be NAPPY\n I turn on my TV, it's a dreadlock for FREE\n Kill the gimmick\n It's nonsense, it's no sense or value\n a rapper, disaster, nobody ever told me that\n \"Roxanne, you don't got to work for money no more!\"... and...\n Back in the days I used to listen to Kool G Rap\n Way back when before guns became gats and\n Run-D.M.C. used to ask Mary was she buggin?\n I loved P.E., they kept me concious of what I was saying\n Afrika Bambaata, Poor Righteous Teacher\n Got within myself so it made me a Five Percenter\n Say La-Di-Da-Di, UHH! we like to party but\n my jam was BDP, with My Philosophy\n Say Grandmaster Flash, MC Melle Mel\n Then LL Cool J came with Rock the Bells!\n See I'm the one for the crew, like a Jew is a Jew\n Like Apollo got the moon, like the men who got the blue\n Like the Fu got the Manchu, Chaka got the Zulu\n Hawaii got the Honolulu\n I got the rap lieu, so skippedy-de-bop-bop you don't stop\n You do the rock-rock from hip-hop through be-bop\n from be-bop to bee-bee\n\n (You got the vocab) I got the vocab\n (Boogie Down got the vocab) You know they got the vocab\n (Black people got the vocab) Word, we got the vocab\n Aiyyo peeps, grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab\n\n (You got the vocab) Yeahh, we got the vocab\n (Queens got the vocab) You know y'all got the vocab\n (Uptown got the vocab) Yeahh, they got the vocab\n Aiyyo, bros grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab\n\n (DC got the vocab) Word, y'all got the vocab\n (Virginia got the vocab) Aiyy, I know y'all got the vocab\n (Oakland got the vocab) Word, they got the vocab\n Aiyyo, sisters grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab\n"},{"id":28508624,"name":"Refugees on the mic (remix)","trackName":"Refugees on the mic (remix)","artistName":"Fugees","albumName":"Vocab Single","duration":278.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Intro: Wyclef Jean)\nYo', check it out, I want all the refugees out there\nTo just put up your motherfuckin' hands, you know you're a fuckin' immigrant\nPut up your hands youknowhatI'msayin'?\nI'ma start this shit off like this, this time around\n\n(Chorus: Wyclef Jean)\nH-to-the-A-to-the-I-to-the-T-to-the-I\nLive or die, it's nothin' but a dark side\nFugees on the mic, yeah, yeah\nYo', refugees on the mic, oh yeah, oh yeah\nH-to-the-A-to-the-I-to-the-T-to-the-I\nLive or die, it's nothin' but a dark side\nFugees on the mic, yeah, yeah\nYo', refugees on the mic, oh yeah, oh yeah\n\n(Wyclef Jean)\nIf you wanna snap (SNAP), if you wanna crack (CRACK)\nIf you wanna shoot, give me a second so I can lay flat\nCause this, some the cemetary's, the reality\nWhere the tough guys get buried in their property\nWord to Sampson, the tone will get you hung\nI had a friend, they murdered his father and his three-year-old son\nI heard him cursin' the essence of the, the (PAUSE) committed the crime\nBut ah, murder got no time\nThe country has no law, it's either rich or poor\nI'm out the back door, I got nuttin' to fight for\nI'm sailin' on a boat like a goat - I clear my throat\nWhen I got to Brooklyn, I was broke, so I selled coke\nI look in through microscope, for my country and the hurt\nMy eyes bleed, I see Aaron Steed, the Haitian Pope\nFigure or Dundee, the-riginal Malcom X\nSwing like the ki's, so should I put on David Tomerfest\nThough I'm humberlicious strugglin' to jump\nLet me blow her upper-her bubble in your face - that'cha ego!\nAiyyo, freeze-funk, you got to stay stable\nWatch out for the devil, he comes after you after the revival\nWhen will he come, what will he do, what will he say?\nThat's all a mystery, but have your hand grenade\nSo you can blow the motherfucker away\nBeep, beep, I gotta make a sale so I can eat\nSo Praswell, grab the mic and be complete\n\n(Pras)\nHuh, lovin' the wreck in effect, will be all in checkmate\nAnother style for Praswell to translate\nFor those who can't relate to stay down my - no-man wait\nNo mistake, when I tell you, your prophet is a fake\n\n(Wyclef Jean)\nYou said a contract on a Haitian, three-hundred g's\nYour sharpshooters are lousy, we mend to-high-be-high hoodies\nSo show your face-a when you waste, I know who's smokin'\nThe bigger that you try to put out yours just makes me Mr. Nobody\nTake high wit'cha just right, it'll be like Michael get ordered, a viper you know!\nYeah, a viper cause you might lose a life to the side by like\nWhat did I have to in the line of the barkin' of the bright side\nYou tried to scare me but I won't mover-a\nThe bully of the block becomes the hour of the glock\nSo cuckoo! The sounds I run are rollin' with the bodyguard\nBut don't forget the day it's sunny but it'll be foggy\n\nAnd in the funeral, you'll be singin' a new tune\nMay your soul rest on the moon (? Jack in wood spoon!?)\nIn Channel Seven, you said: \"Death before Cut\"\nYou killed so many that your conscience ended up - whattup? (WHAT!)\nAiyyo black men, you're dyin' by a dozen cousin\nSo all I do is walk away yo' Prince as if nothin' happened\nYou call me a punk, I gotta step cause all you did was flex\nBut don't get closer cause the kid still gotta keep his rep\nSee I'm known for the crew like the jewel was the jewel\nLike the follow got the boo, like the miller got the boo\nLet the fool cop the man-jewel, suck up, up the? cool-lew?\nOh why you got the ha-ha-lew-lew?\nI got the rap loose, so sci-bi-dee-bob-bob, you don't stop\nYou do the rap-rap, from hip-hop to be-bop, from be-bop\nTo beep-beep, the Haitian kid, beeper's goin' off beep-beep\nI gotta make a sale so I can eat, beep, beep\nThe Haitian kid, beeper's goin' off, you know I got no time to sleep, so beep-beep\n\n(Chorus: Wyclef Jean)\nH-to-the-A-to-the-I-to-the-T-to-the-I\nLive or die, it's nothin' but a dark side\nFugees on the mic, YEAH!\nYo', refugees on the mic, oh yeah, oh yeah\n\n(Pras)\nMan, I went to cops the other day to plead for my innocence\nThey brought me in another charges of a legal residents\nAnd L-E-N, on a foreign land, a?\nWatch me go back to my land and then there will be a thing\nGorillas in the mist, where everything, and the light becomes a priest\nThey put up they guard, they pump up they fists\nNow I'm number one on they motherfuckin' hit-list...\nGoin' down for first degree of manslaughter\nMakin' change out of emcee's makin' them outta quarters\nThat's they value, that's what they worth\nCause the first shall be last and the last shall be first, yeah\nWhat we learned was to burn, now cause you c-came\nWith that machette, it's your turn\nIt's not funny, but twenty a month is what you earn baby\n(We on to the Yankee, pass the mic to the \"Yankee\")\n\n(Lauryn Hill)\nWell I'm as cool to ya the mic I'm checkin' comin' from my temple\nWith a message, to deliver, but the back is very simple\nI'm the girl \"Yankee\" rollin' wit' the kids from Haiti\nCoolin' as a mighty grab who gets the last laugh hahaha...\nYou bite size with my Haitian from they stinks as my \"Yankee\"\nWonderin' who was the first to pull over girl as soon as it came out son\nMy history - a hypocrite, so what we gonna do?\nThe dope is dope is only get the man since that is true\nSo hip-hip with my lip as I rip with a felt tip\nWith a righteous situation, interpretation, a graduation\nYour ventilation, and education, segregation, emancipation\nA capitalization, it's agration, not separation, ya breath the Haitians...\n\nH-to-the-A-to-the-I-to-the-T-to-the-I...","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Refugees on the mic (remix)\n artist: Fugees\n album: Vocab Single\n duration_ms: 278000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n (Intro: Wyclef Jean)\n Yo', check it out, I want all the refugees out there\n To just put up your motherfuckin' hands, you know you're a fuckin' immigrant\n Put up your hands youknowhatI'msayin'?\n I'ma start this shit off like this, this time around\n\n (Chorus: Wyclef Jean)\n H-to-the-A-to-the-I-to-the-T-to-the-I\n Live or die, it's nothin' but a dark side\n Fugees on the mic, yeah, yeah\n Yo', refugees on the mic, oh yeah, oh yeah\n H-to-the-A-to-the-I-to-the-T-to-the-I\n Live or die, it's nothin' but a dark side\n Fugees on the mic, yeah, yeah\n Yo', refugees on the mic, oh yeah, oh yeah\n\n (Wyclef Jean)\n If you wanna snap (SNAP), if you wanna crack (CRACK)\n If you wanna shoot, give me a second so I can lay flat\n Cause this, some the cemetary's, the reality\n Where the tough guys get buried in their property\n Word to Sampson, the tone will get you hung\n I had a friend, they murdered his father and his three-year-old son\n I heard him cursin' the essence of the, the (PAUSE) committed the crime\n But ah, murder got no time\n The country has no law, it's either rich or poor\n I'm out the back door, I got nuttin' to fight for\n I'm sailin' on a boat like a goat - I clear my throat\n When I got to Brooklyn, I was broke, so I selled coke\n I look in through microscope, for my country and the hurt\n My eyes bleed, I see Aaron Steed, the Haitian Pope\n Figure or Dundee, the-riginal Malcom X\n Swing like the ki's, so should I put on David Tomerfest\n Though I'm humberlicious strugglin' to jump\n Let me blow her upper-her bubble in your face - that'cha ego!\n Aiyyo, freeze-funk, you got to stay stable\n Watch out for the devil, he comes after you after the revival\n When will he come, what will he do, what will he say?\n That's all a mystery, but have your hand grenade\n So you can blow the motherfucker away\n Beep, beep, I gotta make a sale so I can eat\n So Praswell, grab the mic and be complete\n\n (Pras)\n Huh, lovin' the wreck in effect, will be all in checkmate\n Another style for Praswell to translate\n For those who can't relate to stay down my - no-man wait\n No mistake, when I tell you, your prophet is a fake\n\n (Wyclef Jean)\n You said a contract on a Haitian, three-hundred g's\n Your sharpshooters are lousy, we mend to-high-be-high hoodies\n So show your face-a when you waste, I know who's smokin'\n The bigger that you try to put out yours just makes me Mr. Nobody\n Take high wit'cha just right, it'll be like Michael get ordered, a viper you know!\n Yeah, a viper cause you might lose a life to the side by like\n What did I have to in the line of the barkin' of the bright side\n You tried to scare me but I won't mover-a\n The bully of the block becomes the hour of the glock\n So cuckoo! The sounds I run are rollin' with the bodyguard\n But don't forget the day it's sunny but it'll be foggy\n\n And in the funeral, you'll be singin' a new tune\n May your soul rest on the moon (? Jack in wood spoon!?)\n In Channel Seven, you said: \"Death before Cut\"\n You killed so many that your conscience ended up - whattup? (WHAT!)\n Aiyyo black men, you're dyin' by a dozen cousin\n So all I do is walk away yo' Prince as if nothin' happened\n You call me a punk, I gotta step cause all you did was flex\n But don't get closer cause the kid still gotta keep his rep\n See I'm known for the crew like the jewel was the jewel\n Like the follow got the boo, like the miller got the boo\n Let the fool cop the man-jewel, suck up, up the? cool-lew?\n Oh why you got the ha-ha-lew-lew?\n I got the rap loose, so sci-bi-dee-bob-bob, you don't stop\n You do the rap-rap, from hip-hop to be-bop, from be-bop\n To beep-beep, the Haitian kid, beeper's goin' off beep-beep\n I gotta make a sale so I can eat, beep, beep\n The Haitian kid, beeper's goin' off, you know I got no time to sleep, so beep-beep\n\n (Chorus: Wyclef Jean)\n H-to-the-A-to-the-I-to-the-T-to-the-I\n Live or die, it's nothin' but a dark side\n Fugees on the mic, YEAH!\n Yo', refugees on the mic, oh yeah, oh yeah\n\n (Pras)\n Man, I went to cops the other day to plead for my innocence\n They brought me in another charges of a legal residents\n And L-E-N, on a foreign land, a?\n Watch me go back to my land and then there will be a thing\n Gorillas in the mist, where everything, and the light becomes a priest\n They put up they guard, they pump up they fists\n Now I'm number one on they motherfuckin' hit-list...\n Goin' down for first degree of manslaughter\n Makin' change out of emcee's makin' them outta quarters\n That's they value, that's what they worth\n Cause the first shall be last and the last shall be first, yeah\n What we learned was to burn, now cause you c-came\n With that machette, it's your turn\n It's not funny, but twenty a month is what you earn baby\n (We on to the Yankee, pass the mic to the \"Yankee\")\n\n (Lauryn Hill)\n Well I'm as cool to ya the mic I'm checkin' comin' from my temple\n With a message, to deliver, but the back is very simple\n I'm the girl \"Yankee\" rollin' wit' the kids from Haiti\n Coolin' as a mighty grab who gets the last laugh hahaha...\n You bite size with my Haitian from they stinks as my \"Yankee\"\n Wonderin' who was the first to pull over girl as soon as it came out son\n My history - a hypocrite, so what we gonna do?\n The dope is dope is only get the man since that is true\n So hip-hip with my lip as I rip with a felt tip\n With a righteous situation, interpretation, a graduation\n Your ventilation, and education, segregation, emancipation\n A capitalization, it's agration, not separation, ya breath the Haitians...\n\n H-to-the-A-to-the-I-to-the-T-to-the-I...\n"},{"id":32201,"name":"Vocab [Refugees Hip Hop Remix]","trackName":"Vocab [Refugees Hip Hop Remix]","artistName":"The Fugees","albumName":"Fugees (Refugee Camp) Bootleg Version","duration":277.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Lauryn Hill\n\nYo, this is the Fugees\nRefugees\nAbout to take you on a journey\nInto the dimensions of the Booka basement\nThe basement, word\nUhh\n\nHey yo, one two three! The crew is called Re-Fu-Ge-ee-es\nAn if yu come fa tes the rap stylee\nStop the violence and just bring it on, willld\n\nOne: Lauryn Hill\n\nHey yo I, feel kind of melancholy people think they really know me\nI keep a wrap about me while I'm driving daddy's Audi\nI pay the toll fighting for my own soul\nCause the bourgeoise type of mental sucks like a flat comb\nBut I be baitin the rebel base to bass distort the EQ\nThe devil's wishin they could send me back to Mogadishu\nCause I've been wild since I was a juvenile\nAfro-centric profile, back when righteous rap was your style\nNow kids are whylin so I ask the bad black\nBoogie bandit, what's the damage, gimme the estimate then\nPray tell me when's the revolution will begin?\nI turn on my TV I check out Farrakhan on CNN see\nI'm like the phantom that's flying like the bird do\nAnd things you never heard plus I come from the suburbs\nWord to God, I heard you're acting kind of hard\nAnd you got your skin scarred when they was shootin on the boulevard\n\n(You got the vocab) I got the vocab\n(On the real got the vocab) You know we got the vocab\n(All my peeps got the vocab) Yeah, we got the vocab\nAiyyo Praz, grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab\n\nTwo: Prazwell\n\nThen cast off from here to Mexico\nYou see my four-five-six a-be my Celo\nAnd when I rest my head is on a pillow\nBe-ba-dee-be, be-dee-be, be-dee-be-bo\nYou see the skills I manifest is very tho-rough\nAnd if you don't believe me ask Freres Ja-cques\nMmmm, Freres Jacques, Freres Jacques\nA dorme vous? A dorme vous?\nWATCH OUT NOW! When I choose to speak\nI'm forming the cipher fly East to the Five Percenter\nKnowledge is born, to all beginners\nCast the first stone, if you feel you ain't a sinner, ahh\nSay o-ur father, who art in heaven\nForgive the foolish rapper for he not know how Fugee be steppin\nCorrect and, stopped and kept in, nuff respect to the\nDJ, that be selectin, the type of record ahhh\n\n(You got the vocab) I got the vocab\n(The click's got the vocab) You know they got vocab\n(Brooklyn got the vocab) We got the vocab\nAiyyo Clef grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab\n\nThree: Wyclef\n\nCheck it out, here we go\nBack in Eighty-TREE, no one wanted to be NAPPY\nI turn on my TV, it's a dreadlock for FREE\nKill the gimmick\nIt's nonsense, it's no sense or value\nA rapper, disaster, nobody ever told me that\n\"Roxanne, you don't got to work for money no more!\"... and...\nBack in the days I used to listen to Kool G Rap\nWay back when before guns became gats and\nRun-D.M.C. used to ask Mary was she buggin?\nI loved P.E., they kept me concious of what I was saying\nAfrika Bambaata, Poor Righteous Teacher\nGot within myself so it made me a Five Percenter\nSay La-Di-Da-Di, UHH! we like to party but\nMy jam was BDP, with My Philosophy\nSay Grandmaster Flash, MC Melle Mel\nThen LL Cool J came with Rock the Bells!\nSee I'm the one for the crew, like a Jew is a Jew\nLike Apollo got the moon, like the men who got the blue\nLike the Fu got the Manchu, Chaka got the Zulu\nHawaii got the Honolulu\nI got the rap lieu, so skippedy-de-bop-bop you don't stop\nYou do the rock-rock from hip-hop through be-bop\nFrom be-bop to bee-bee\n\n(You got the vocab) I got the vocab\n(Boogie Down got the vocab) You know they got the vocab\n(Black people got the vocab) Word, we got the vocab\nAiyyo peeps, grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab\n\n(You got the vocab) Yeahh, we got the vocab\n(Queens got the vocab) You know y'all got the vocab\n(Uptown got the vocab) Yeahh, they got the vocab\nAiyyo, bros grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab\n\n(DC got the vocab) Word, y'all got the vocab\n(Virginia got the vocab) Aiyy, I know y'all got the vocab\n(Oakland got the vocab) Word, they got the vocab\nAiyyo, sisters grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.84] Lauryn Hill\n[00:02.93] Yo, this is the Fugees\n[00:04.99] Refugees\n[00:06.79] About to take you on a journey\n[00:08.60] Into the dimensions of the Booka basement\n[00:11.26] The basement, word\n[00:14.86] Uhh\n[00:15.73] Hey yo, one two three! The crew is called Re-Fu-Ge-ee-es\n[00:20.35] An if yu come fa tes the rap stylee\n[00:23.04] Stop the violence and just bring it on, willld\n[00:26.72] One: Lauryn Hill\n[00:27.67] Hey yo I, feel kind of melancholy people think they really know me\n[00:30.38] I keep a wrap about me while I'm driving daddy's Audi\n[00:33.00] I pay the toll fighting for my own soul\n[00:35.74] Cause the bourgeoise type of mental sucks like a flat comb\n[00:38.50] But I be baitin the rebel base to bass distort the EQ\n[00:41.27] The devil's wishin they could send me back to Mogadishu\n[00:43.96] Cause I've been wild since I was a juvenile\n[00:46.77] Afro-centric profile, back when righteous rap was your style\n[00:49.47] Now kids are whylin so I ask the bad black\n[00:52.13] Boogie bandit, what's the damage, gimme the estimate then\n[00:55.70] Pray tell me when's the revolution will begin?\n[00:57.53] I turn on my TV I check out Farrakhan on CNN see\n[01:01.10] I'm like the phantom that's flying like the bird do\n[01:03.02] And things you never heard plus I come from the suburbs\n[01:05.73] Word to God, I heard you're acting kind of hard\n[01:09.44] And you got your skin scarred when they was shootin on the boulevard\n[01:11.24] (You got the vocab) I got the vocab\n[01:13.01] (On the real got the vocab) You know we got the vocab\n[01:16.66] (All my peeps got the vocab) Yeah, we got the vocab\n[01:19.48] Aiyyo Praz, grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab\n[01:22.16] Two: Prazwell\n[01:23.09] Then cast off from here to Mexico\n[01:24.87] You see my four-five-six a-be my Celo\n[01:28.55] And when I rest my head is on a pillow\n[01:31.28] Be-ba-dee-be, be-dee-be, be-dee-be-bo\n[01:33.94] You see the skills I manifest is very tho-rough\n[01:36.62] And if you don't believe me ask Freres Ja-cques\n[01:39.32] Mmmm, Freres Jacques, Freres Jacques\n[01:43.08] A dorme vous? A dorme vous?\n[01:44.87] WATCH OUT NOW! When I choose to speak\n[01:47.54] I'm forming the cipher fly East to the Five Percenter\n[01:51.26] Knowledge is born, to all beginners\n[01:53.95] Cast the first stone, if you feel you ain't a sinner, ahh\n[01:56.64] Say o-ur father, who art in heaven\n[01:59.40] Forgive the foolish rapper for he not know how Fugee be steppin\n[02:02.16] Correct and, stopped and kept in, nuff respect to the\n[02:04.81] DJ, that be selectin, the type of record ahhh\n[02:07.57] (You got the vocab) I got the vocab\n[02:10.33] (The click's got the vocab) You know they got vocab\n[02:13.08] (Brooklyn got the vocab) We got the vocab\n[02:15.71] Aiyyo Clef grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab\n[02:17.54] Three: Wyclef\n[02:18.42] Check it out, here we go\n[02:21.11] Back in Eighty-TREE, no one wanted to be NAPPY\n[02:22.06] I turn on my TV, it's a dreadlock for FREE\n[02:23.06] Kill the gimmick\n[02:25.75] It's nonsense, it's no sense or value\n[02:27.51] A rapper, disaster, nobody ever told me that\n[02:30.27] \"Roxanne, you don't got to work for money no more!\"... and...\n[02:35.62] Back in the days I used to listen to Kool G Rap\n[02:38.50] Way back when before guns became gats and\n[02:41.13] Run-D.M.C. used to ask Mary was she buggin?\n[02:43.82] I loved P.E., they kept me concious of what I was saying\n[02:46.57] Afrika Bambaata, Poor Righteous Teacher\n[02:49.29] Got within myself so it made me a Five Percenter\n[02:52.90] Say La-Di-Da-Di, UHH! we like to party but\n[02:55.61] My jam was BDP, with My Philosophy\n[02:57.42] Say Grandmaster Flash, MC Melle Mel\n[03:01.02] Then LL Cool J came with Rock the Bells!\n[03:03.70] See I'm the one for the crew, like a Jew is a Jew\n[03:06.59] Like Apollo got the moon, like the men who got the blue\n[03:09.26] Like the Fu got the Manchu, Chaka got the Zulu\n[03:12.86] Hawaii got the Honolulu\n[03:14.64] I got the rap lieu, so skippedy-de-bop-bop you don't stop\n[03:17.41] You do the rock-rock from hip-hop through be-bop\n[03:20.17] From be-bop to bee-bee\n[03:21.01] (You got the vocab) I got the vocab\n[03:22.82] (Boogie Down got the vocab) You know they got the vocab\n[03:24.64] (Black people got the vocab) Word, we got the vocab\n[03:28.34] Aiyyo peeps, grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab\n[03:31.11] (You got the vocab) Yeahh, we got the vocab\n[03:33.85] (Queens got the vocab) You know y'all got the vocab\n[03:36.58] (Uptown got the vocab) Yeahh, they got the vocab\n[03:40.13] Aiyyo, bros grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab\n[03:41.96] (DC got the vocab) Word, y'all got the vocab\n[03:44.75] (Virginia got the vocab) Aiyy, I know y'all got the vocab\n[03:47.49] (Oakland got the vocab) Word, they got the vocab\n[03:51.02] Aiyyo, sisters grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab\n[03:52.96] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Vocab [Refugees Hip Hop Remix]\n artist: The Fugees\n album: Fugees (Refugee Camp) Bootleg Version\n duration_ms: 277000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Lauryn Hill\n start_ms: 1840\n end_ms: 2930\n- text: Yo, this is the Fugees\n start_ms: 2930\n end_ms: 4990\n- text: Refugees\n start_ms: 4990\n end_ms: 6790\n- text: About to take you on a journey\n start_ms: 6790\n end_ms: 8600\n- text: Into the dimensions of the Booka basement\n start_ms: 8600\n end_ms: 11260\n- text: The basement, word\n start_ms: 11260\n end_ms: 14860\n- text: Uhh\n start_ms: 14860\n end_ms: 15730\n- text: Hey yo, one two three! 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The crew is called Re-Fu-Ge-ee-es\n An if yu come fa tes the rap stylee\n Stop the violence and just bring it on, willld\n\n One: Lauryn Hill\n\n Hey yo I, feel kind of melancholy people think they really know me\n I keep a wrap about me while I'm driving daddy's Audi\n I pay the toll fighting for my own soul\n Cause the bourgeoise type of mental sucks like a flat comb\n But I be baitin the rebel base to bass distort the EQ\n The devil's wishin they could send me back to Mogadishu\n Cause I've been wild since I was a juvenile\n Afro-centric profile, back when righteous rap was your style\n Now kids are whylin so I ask the bad black\n Boogie bandit, what's the damage, gimme the estimate then\n Pray tell me when's the revolution will begin?\n I turn on my TV I check out Farrakhan on CNN see\n I'm like the phantom that's flying like the bird do\n And things you never heard plus I come from the suburbs\n Word to God, I heard you're acting kind of hard\n And you got your skin scarred when they was shootin on the boulevard\n\n (You got the vocab) I got the vocab\n (On the real got the vocab) You know we got the vocab\n (All my peeps got the vocab) Yeah, we got the vocab\n Aiyyo Praz, grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab\n\n Two: Prazwell\n\n Then cast off from here to Mexico\n You see my four-five-six a-be my Celo\n And when I rest my head is on a pillow\n Be-ba-dee-be, be-dee-be, be-dee-be-bo\n You see the skills I manifest is very tho-rough\n And if you don't believe me ask Freres Ja-cques\n Mmmm, Freres Jacques, Freres Jacques\n A dorme vous? 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The crew is called Re-Fu-Ge-ee-es\nAn if yu come fa tes the rap stylee\nStop the violence and just bring it on, willld\n\nOne: Lauryn Hill\n\nHey yo I, feel kind of melancholy people think they really know me\nI keep a wrap about me while I'm driving daddy's Audi\nI pay the toll fighting for my own soul\nCause the bourgeoise type of mental sucks like a flat comb\nBut I be baitin the rebel base to bass distort the EQ\nThe devil's wishin they could send me back to Mogadishu\nCause I've been wild since I was a juvenile\nAfro-centric profile, back when righteous rap was your style\nNow kids are whylin so I ask the bad black\nBoogie bandit, what's the damage, gimme the estimate then\npray tell me when's the revolution will begin?\nI turn on my TV I check out Farrakhan on CNN see\nI'm like the phantom that's flying like the bird do\nAnd things you never heard plus I come from the suburbs\nWord to God, I heard you're acting kind of hard\nAnd you got your skin scarred when they was shootin on the boulevard\n\n(You got the vocab) I got the vocab\n(On the real got the vocab) You know we got the vocab\n(All my peeps got the vocab) Yeah, we got the vocab\nAiyyo Praz, grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab\n\nTwo: Prazwell\n\nThen cast off from here to Mexico\nYou see my four-five-six a-be my Celo\nAnd when I rest my head is on a pillow\nBe-ba-dee-be, be-dee-be, be-dee-be-bo\nYou see the skills I manifest is very tho-rough\nAnd if you don't believe me ask Freres Ja-cques\nMmmm, Freres Jacques, Freres Jacques\nA dorme vous? A dorme vous?\nWATCH OUT NOW! When I choose to speak\nI'm forming the cipher fly East to the Five Percenter\nKnowledge is born, to all beginners\nCast the first stone, if you feel you ain't a sinner, ahh\nSay o-ur father, who art in heaven\nForgive the foolish rapper for he not know how Fugee be steppin\nCorrect and, stopped and kept in, nuff respect to the\nDJ, that be selectin, the type of record ahhh\n\n(You got the vocab) I got the vocab\n(The click's got the vocab) You know they got vocab\n(Brooklyn got the vocab) We got the vocab\nAiyyo Clef grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab\n\nThree: Wyclef\n\nCheck it out, here we go\nBack in Eighty-TREE, no one wanted to be NAPPY\nI turn on my TV, it's a dreadlock for FREE\nKill the gimmick\nIt's nonsense, it's no sense or value\na rapper, disaster, nobody ever told me that\n\"Roxanne, you don't got to work for money no more!\"... and...\nBack in the days I used to listen to Kool G Rap\nWay back when before guns became gats and\nRun-D.M.C. used to ask Mary was she buggin?\nI loved P.E., they kept me concious of what I was saying\nAfrika Bambaata, Poor Righteous Teacher\nGot within myself so it made me a Five Percenter\nSay La-Di-Da-Di, UHH! we like to party but\nmy jam was BDP, with My Philosophy\nSay Grandmaster Flash, MC Melle Mel\nThen LL Cool J came with Rock the Bells!\nSee I'm the one for the crew, like a Jew is a Jew\nLike Apollo got the moon, like the men who got the blue\nLike the Fu got the Manchu, Chaka got the Zulu\nHawaii got the Honolulu\nI got the rap lieu, so skippedy-de-bop-bop you don't stop\nYou do the rock-rock from hip-hop through be-bop\nfrom be-bop to bee-bee\n\n(You got the vocab) I got the vocab\n(Boogie Down got the vocab) You know they got the vocab\n(Black people got the vocab) Word, we got the vocab\nAiyyo peeps, grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab\n\n(You got the vocab) Yeahh, we got the vocab\n(Queens got the vocab) You know y'all got the vocab\n(Uptown got the vocab) Yeahh, they got the vocab\nAiyyo, bros grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab\n\n(DC got the vocab) Word, y'all got the vocab\n(Virginia got the vocab) Aiyy, I know y'all got the vocab\n(Oakland got the vocab) Word, they got the vocab\nAiyyo, sisters grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Vocab (Vibey Remix)\n artist: Fugees\n album: Refugees on the Mic (Remix) CD\n duration_ms: 362000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Lauryn Hill\n\n Yo, this is the Fugees\n Refugees\n About to take you on a journey\n Into the dimensions of the Booka basement\n The basement, word\n Uhh\n\n Hey yo, one two three! The crew is called Re-Fu-Ge-ee-es\n An if yu come fa tes the rap stylee\n Stop the violence and just bring it on, willld\n\n One: Lauryn Hill\n\n Hey yo I, feel kind of melancholy people think they really know me\n I keep a wrap about me while I'm driving daddy's Audi\n I pay the toll fighting for my own soul\n Cause the bourgeoise type of mental sucks like a flat comb\n But I be baitin the rebel base to bass distort the EQ\n The devil's wishin they could send me back to Mogadishu\n Cause I've been wild since I was a juvenile\n Afro-centric profile, back when righteous rap was your style\n Now kids are whylin so I ask the bad black\n Boogie bandit, what's the damage, gimme the estimate then\n pray tell me when's the revolution will begin?\n I turn on my TV I check out Farrakhan on CNN see\n I'm like the phantom that's flying like the bird do\n And things you never heard plus I come from the suburbs\n Word to God, I heard you're acting kind of hard\n And you got your skin scarred when they was shootin on the boulevard\n\n (You got the vocab) I got the vocab\n (On the real got the vocab) You know we got the vocab\n (All my peeps got the vocab) Yeah, we got the vocab\n Aiyyo Praz, grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab\n\n Two: Prazwell\n\n Then cast off from here to Mexico\n You see my four-five-six a-be my Celo\n And when I rest my head is on a pillow\n Be-ba-dee-be, be-dee-be, be-dee-be-bo\n You see the skills I manifest is very tho-rough\n And if you don't believe me ask Freres Ja-cques\n Mmmm, Freres Jacques, Freres Jacques\n A dorme vous? A dorme vous?\n WATCH OUT NOW! When I choose to speak\n I'm forming the cipher fly East to the Five Percenter\n Knowledge is born, to all beginners\n Cast the first stone, if you feel you ain't a sinner, ahh\n Say o-ur father, who art in heaven\n Forgive the foolish rapper for he not know how Fugee be steppin\n Correct and, stopped and kept in, nuff respect to the\n DJ, that be selectin, the type of record ahhh\n\n (You got the vocab) I got the vocab\n (The click's got the vocab) You know they got vocab\n (Brooklyn got the vocab) We got the vocab\n Aiyyo Clef grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab\n\n Three: Wyclef\n\n Check it out, here we go\n Back in Eighty-TREE, no one wanted to be NAPPY\n I turn on my TV, it's a dreadlock for FREE\n Kill the gimmick\n It's nonsense, it's no sense or value\n a rapper, disaster, nobody ever told me that\n \"Roxanne, you don't got to work for money no more!\"... and...\n Back in the days I used to listen to Kool G Rap\n Way back when before guns became gats and\n Run-D.M.C. used to ask Mary was she buggin?\n I loved P.E., they kept me concious of what I was saying\n Afrika Bambaata, Poor Righteous Teacher\n Got within myself so it made me a Five Percenter\n Say La-Di-Da-Di, UHH! we like to party but\n my jam was BDP, with My Philosophy\n Say Grandmaster Flash, MC Melle Mel\n Then LL Cool J came with Rock the Bells!\n See I'm the one for the crew, like a Jew is a Jew\n Like Apollo got the moon, like the men who got the blue\n Like the Fu got the Manchu, Chaka got the Zulu\n Hawaii got the Honolulu\n I got the rap lieu, so skippedy-de-bop-bop you don't stop\n You do the rock-rock from hip-hop through be-bop\n from be-bop to bee-bee\n\n (You got the vocab) I got the vocab\n (Boogie Down got the vocab) You know they got the vocab\n (Black people got the vocab) Word, we got the vocab\n Aiyyo peeps, grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab\n\n (You got the vocab) Yeahh, we got the vocab\n (Queens got the vocab) You know y'all got the vocab\n (Uptown got the vocab) Yeahh, they got the vocab\n Aiyyo, bros grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab\n\n (DC got the vocab) Word, y'all got the vocab\n (Virginia got the vocab) Aiyy, I know y'all got the vocab\n (Oakland got the vocab) Word, they got the vocab\n Aiyyo, sisters grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab\n"},{"id":18257658,"name":"Refugees On The Mic (Remix)","trackName":"Refugees On The Mic (Remix)","artistName":"Fugees Tranzlator Crew","albumName":"Vocab","duration":277.6,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Intro: Wyclef Jean)\nYo', check it out, I want all the refugees out there\nto just put up your motherfuckin' hands, you know you're a fuckin' immigrant\nPut up your hands youknowhatI'msayin'?\nI'ma start this shit off like this, this time around\n\n(Chorus: Wyclef Jean)\nH-to-the-A-to-the-I-to-the-T-to-the-I\nLive or die, it's nothin' but a dark side\nFugees on the mic, yeah, yeah\nYo', refugees on the mic, oh yeah, oh yeah\nH-to-the-A-to-the-I-to-the-T-to-the-I\nLive or die, it's nothin' but a dark side\nFugees on the mic, yeah, yeah\nYo', refugees on the mic, oh yeah, oh yeah\n\n(Wyclef Jean)\nIf you wanna snap (SNAP), if you wanna crack (CRACK)\nIf you wanna shoot, give me a second so I can lay flat\nCause this, some the cemetary's, the reality\nWhere the tough guys get buried in their property\nWord to Sampson, the tone will get you hung\nI had a friend, they murdered his father and his three-year-old son\nI heard him cursin' the essence of the, the (PAUSE) committed the crime\nBut ah, murder got no time\nThe country has no law, it's either rich or poor\nI'm out the back door, I got nuttin' to fight for\nI'm sailin' on a boat like a goat - I clear my throat\nWhen I got to Brooklyn, I was broke, so I selled coke\nI look in through microscope, for my country and the hurt\nMy eyes bleed, I see Aaron Steed, the Haitian Pope\nFigure or Dundee, the-riginal Malcom X\nSwing like the ki's, so should I put on David Tomerfest\nThough I'm humberlicious strugglin' to jump\nlet me blow her upper-her bubble in your face - that'cha ego!\nAiyyo, freeze-funk, you got to stay stable\nWatch out for the devil, he comes after you after the revival\nWhen will he come, what will he do, what will he say?\nThat's all a mystery, but have your hand grenade\nso you can blow the motherfucker away\nBeep, beep, I gotta make a sale so I can eat\nSo Praswell, grab the mic and be complete\n\n(Pras)\nHuh, lovin' the wreck in effect, will be all in checkmate\nAnother style for Praswell to translate\nFor those who can't relate to stay down my - no-man wait\nNo mistake, when I tell you, your prophet is a fake\n\n(Wyclef Jean)\nYou said a contract on a Haitian, three-hundred g's\nYour sharpshooters are lousy, we mend to-high-be-high hoodies\nSo show your face-a when you waste, I know who's smokin'\nThe bigger that you try to put out yours just makes me Mr. Nobody\nTake high wit'cha just right, it'll be like Michael get ordered, a viper you know!\nYeah, a viper cause you might lose a life to the side by like\nwhat did I have to in the line of the barkin' of the bright side\nYou tried to scare me but I won't mover-a\nThe bully of the block becomes the hour of the glock\nSo cuckoo! The sounds I run are rollin' with the bodyguard\nBut don't forget the day it's sunny but it'll be foggy\n\nAnd in the funeral, you'll be singin' a new tune\nMay your soul rest on the moon (? Jack in wood spoon!?)\nIn Channel Seven, you said: \"Death before Cut\"\nYou killed so many that your conscience ended up - whattup? (WHAT!)\nAiyyo black men, you're dyin' by a dozen cousin\nSo all I do is walk away yo' Prince as if nothin' happened\nYou call me a punk, I gotta step cause all you did was flex\nBut don't get closer cause the kid still gotta keep his rep\nSee I'm known for the crew like the jewel was the jewel\nLike the follow got the boo, like the miller got the boo\nLet the fool cop the man-jewel, suck up, up the? cool-lew?\nOh why you got the ha-ha-lew-lew?\nI got the rap loose, so sci-bi-dee-bob-bob, you don't stop\nYou do the rap-rap, from hip-hop to be-bop, from be-bop\nto beep-beep, the Haitian kid, beeper's goin' off beep-beep\nI gotta make a sale so I can eat, beep, beep\nThe Haitian kid, beeper's goin' off, you know I got no time to sleep, so beep-beep\n\n(Chorus: Wyclef Jean)\nH-to-the-A-to-the-I-to-the-T-to-the-I\nLive or die, it's nothin' but a dark side\nFugees on the mic, YEAH!\nYo', refugees on the mic, oh yeah, oh yeah\n\n(Pras)\nMan, I went to cops the other day to plead for my innocence\nThey brought me in another charges of a legal residents\nAnd L-E-N, on a foreign land, a?\nWatch me go back to my land and then there will be a thing\nGorillas in the mist, where everything, and the light becomes a priest\nThey put up they guard, they pump up they fists\nNow I'm number one on they motherfuckin' hit-list...\nGoin' down for first degree of manslaughter\nMakin' change out of emcee's makin' them outta quarters\nThat's they value, that's what they worth\nCause the first shall be last and the last shall be first, yeah\nWhat we learned was to burn, now cause you c-came\nwith that machette, it's your turn\nIt's not funny, but twenty a month is what you earn baby\n(We on to the Yankee, pass the mic to the \"Yankee\")\n\n(Lauryn Hill)\nWell I'm as cool to ya the mic I'm checkin' comin' from my temple\nWith a message, to deliver, but the back is very simple\nI'm the girl \"Yankee\" rollin' wit' the kids from Haiti\ncoolin' as a mighty grab who gets the last laugh hahaha...\nYou bite size with my Haitian from they stinks as my \"Yankee\"\nwonderin' who was the first to pull over girl as soon as it came out son\nMy history - a hypocrite, so what we gonna do?\nThe dope is dope is only get the man since that is true\nSo hip-hip with my lip as I rip with a felt tip\nwith a righteous situation, interpretation, a graduation\nYour ventilation, and education, segregation, emancipation\na capitalization, it's agration, not separation, ya breath the Haitians...\n\nH-to-the-A-to-the-I-to-the-T-to-the-I...","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Refugees On The Mic (Remix)\n artist: Fugees Tranzlator Crew\n album: Vocab\n duration_ms: 277600\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n (Intro: Wyclef Jean)\n Yo', check it out, I want all the refugees out there\n to just put up your motherfuckin' hands, you know you're a fuckin' immigrant\n Put up your hands youknowhatI'msayin'?\n I'ma start this shit off like this, this time around\n\n (Chorus: Wyclef Jean)\n H-to-the-A-to-the-I-to-the-T-to-the-I\n Live or die, it's nothin' but a dark side\n Fugees on the mic, yeah, yeah\n Yo', refugees on the mic, oh yeah, oh yeah\n H-to-the-A-to-the-I-to-the-T-to-the-I\n Live or die, it's nothin' but a dark side\n Fugees on the mic, yeah, yeah\n Yo', refugees on the mic, oh yeah, oh yeah\n\n (Wyclef Jean)\n If you wanna snap (SNAP), if you wanna crack (CRACK)\n If you wanna shoot, give me a second so I can lay flat\n Cause this, some the cemetary's, the reality\n Where the tough guys get buried in their property\n Word to Sampson, the tone will get you hung\n I had a friend, they murdered his father and his three-year-old son\n I heard him cursin' the essence of the, the (PAUSE) committed the crime\n But ah, murder got no time\n The country has no law, it's either rich or poor\n I'm out the back door, I got nuttin' to fight for\n I'm sailin' on a boat like a goat - I clear my throat\n When I got to Brooklyn, I was broke, so I selled coke\n I look in through microscope, for my country and the hurt\n My eyes bleed, I see Aaron Steed, the Haitian Pope\n Figure or Dundee, the-riginal Malcom X\n Swing like the ki's, so should I put on David Tomerfest\n Though I'm humberlicious strugglin' to jump\n let me blow her upper-her bubble in your face - that'cha ego!\n Aiyyo, freeze-funk, you got to stay stable\n Watch out for the devil, he comes after you after the revival\n When will he come, what will he do, what will he say?\n That's all a mystery, but have your hand grenade\n so you can blow the motherfucker away\n Beep, beep, I gotta make a sale so I can eat\n So Praswell, grab the mic and be complete\n\n (Pras)\n Huh, lovin' the wreck in effect, will be all in checkmate\n Another style for Praswell to translate\n For those who can't relate to stay down my - no-man wait\n No mistake, when I tell you, your prophet is a fake\n\n (Wyclef Jean)\n You said a contract on a Haitian, three-hundred g's\n Your sharpshooters are lousy, we mend to-high-be-high hoodies\n So show your face-a when you waste, I know who's smokin'\n The bigger that you try to put out yours just makes me Mr. Nobody\n Take high wit'cha just right, it'll be like Michael get ordered, a viper you know!\n Yeah, a viper cause you might lose a life to the side by like\n what did I have to in the line of the barkin' of the bright side\n You tried to scare me but I won't mover-a\n The bully of the block becomes the hour of the glock\n So cuckoo! The sounds I run are rollin' with the bodyguard\n But don't forget the day it's sunny but it'll be foggy\n\n And in the funeral, you'll be singin' a new tune\n May your soul rest on the moon (? Jack in wood spoon!?)\n In Channel Seven, you said: \"Death before Cut\"\n You killed so many that your conscience ended up - whattup? (WHAT!)\n Aiyyo black men, you're dyin' by a dozen cousin\n So all I do is walk away yo' Prince as if nothin' happened\n You call me a punk, I gotta step cause all you did was flex\n But don't get closer cause the kid still gotta keep his rep\n See I'm known for the crew like the jewel was the jewel\n Like the follow got the boo, like the miller got the boo\n Let the fool cop the man-jewel, suck up, up the? cool-lew?\n Oh why you got the ha-ha-lew-lew?\n I got the rap loose, so sci-bi-dee-bob-bob, you don't stop\n You do the rap-rap, from hip-hop to be-bop, from be-bop\n to beep-beep, the Haitian kid, beeper's goin' off beep-beep\n I gotta make a sale so I can eat, beep, beep\n The Haitian kid, beeper's goin' off, you know I got no time to sleep, so beep-beep\n\n (Chorus: Wyclef Jean)\n H-to-the-A-to-the-I-to-the-T-to-the-I\n Live or die, it's nothin' but a dark side\n Fugees on the mic, YEAH!\n Yo', refugees on the mic, oh yeah, oh yeah\n\n (Pras)\n Man, I went to cops the other day to plead for my innocence\n They brought me in another charges of a legal residents\n And L-E-N, on a foreign land, a?\n Watch me go back to my land and then there will be a thing\n Gorillas in the mist, where everything, and the light becomes a priest\n They put up they guard, they pump up they fists\n Now I'm number one on they motherfuckin' hit-list...\n Goin' down for first degree of manslaughter\n Makin' change out of emcee's makin' them outta quarters\n That's they value, that's what they worth\n Cause the first shall be last and the last shall be first, yeah\n What we learned was to burn, now cause you c-came\n with that machette, it's your turn\n It's not funny, but twenty a month is what you earn baby\n (We on to the Yankee, pass the mic to the \"Yankee\")\n\n (Lauryn Hill)\n Well I'm as cool to ya the mic I'm checkin' comin' from my temple\n With a message, to deliver, but the back is very simple\n I'm the girl \"Yankee\" rollin' wit' the kids from Haiti\n coolin' as a mighty grab who gets the last laugh hahaha...\n You bite size with my Haitian from they stinks as my \"Yankee\"\n wonderin' who was the first to pull over girl as soon as it came out son\n My history - a hypocrite, so what we gonna do?\n The dope is dope is only get the man since that is true\n So hip-hip with my lip as I rip with a felt tip\n with a righteous situation, interpretation, a graduation\n Your ventilation, and education, segregation, emancipation\n a capitalization, it's agration, not separation, ya breath the Haitians...\n\n H-to-the-A-to-the-I-to-the-T-to-the-I...\n"}]