Vocab

You got the vocab I got the vocab You got the vocab You know I got the vocab You got the vocab I got the vocab Hey, yo pass the mic so I can tell 'em I got the gift o' gab Monkey see, monkey what? Monkey, monkey be yourself Monkey see, monkey what? Monkey, monkey be yourself Monkey see, monkey what? Monkey, monkey be yourself Hey yo catch me when I'm sober, but now I drink for the belt So pass the root straight to the right hand side Make no mistake that the buzz is a natural high I said it's big emergency mind your busy body He hit me, I broke his nose, the referee's Mr. Fugee So hey to the blue jay, mocking bird don't mock The last bird who mocked he got caught in my roughneck chicken pot So Mr. Rooster give me a crookedy croo at 6am He looked at me a laughin' said my music would make F.M Station, you're Haitian, you'll never get nowhere But I sweared on my grandmother grave we'd be here So now when I back track I back track far enough to make a nigga run and leave his tongue back You think I'm cool I think you're cruel so here's a shell cap On your gluteus maximus and leave ya handicapped Ratatatat You got the vocab I got the vocab You got the vocab You know I got the vocab You got the vocab I got the vocab Hey, yo pass the mic so I can tell 'em I got the gift o' gab Hoboes above leave the boat for the Pope ya Hoboes above leave the boat for the Pope yo Hoboes above leave the boat for the Pope Boat people here we go hi di hi di hi di ho yeah Some quest for the truth, some bust a loop And search for some knowledge that come runnin' in the woods And if I should to choose to be one Then I will be a thinkin' hoodlum with books and look to kill My proof is in my puddin' If I kill in the hood would you be say that I'm hoodin'? Now, let me exercise a new style that will brutalize MCs into a warpath genocide Nobody move, nobody get hurt, it's a homocide So jump jump punks ready to get stuck Evil Kenevil was my man, someone for the stunts I'm mostly fillies, I'm just straight up front, ha Meat ya tryin' to light up you get blast like nitrogen Runnin' for mercy, runnin' for oxygen Bad L.A. meat you're better off comittin' suicide I shoot the lip so high I strip you of your carbon dioxide Rock-a-bye the lullaby he be singin' 'Oh my' Boof Baff another son a go die What's the matter with the black man? (Black man) What's the matter with the black man? (Black man) Now a statistic, so dreams of her become realistic Poor bastard gets mystic I don't believe you checked the psychic Emancipate your mind, don't set the limit, reach the summit Free your spirit cause your blunted, from the lyrics I just stuttered Live off the streets says the brother with the machete Live off the lady says the brother with the Glock in patrol I live logically, no weak slave to poverty You see it's very easy to slip between the asphalt street Brothers from my way they used to get mad plays Till they caught us bustin' doughnuts 'til the break of day Brother, my brother, you played me undercover She wouldn't be your lover so now you tried to diss her The sister, you missed her but ask yourself a question Can I make a suggestion? I need a true confession Is she skivs cause the skin that she's in makes you sin? Does you hit her just to get her integrate another sister? Mister, I asked him for a hanky, he asked if he could spank me So why'd you disrespect me, sir? Were you thinking I'm misguided or were you tryin to hide it That you had no father figure Which? Check out your wackness, it won't distrust my blackness I would offer a smack, but don't think that it would help this What's the matter with the black man (black man) All original gunman dem original good ba ah ah ah ah ah ah All original gunman dem original good ba ah ah ah ah ah ah Come jackin' it up an' I bad an' me fell in ma booby trap With a rappin' up for the eight track play back laid back sit back And I'll trade it for rap come and runnin' as a matter a fact 'Cause I trappin' a back like a cool six pack now bring it back, woy United we stand, divided we crumble What's the flavor? More Babylon, more Babylon, more Babylon fall United we stand, divided we crumble What's the flavor? More Babylon, more Babylon, more Babylon fall These days every man want to be a god Lay down the gun every man on the floor But the real gunman him not play Hollywood role Because he pull out his gun and send another boy down Watch us bleed, another gunman go bleed Watch us bleed, if a youth a come ah test ah I got it Watch us bleed, me up an' comin' ready Watch us bleed, watch us for original Tranzlator Crew Oh, er, every time we come, we come correct, see We out --- Vocab - Fugees