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Vocab (Salaam`s Remix)

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[Wyclef]Uh-Huh, Uh-Huh...[(Wyclef - Singing) {Wyclef in brackets} Lauryn Singing in parentheses]Vocab, on your mind! {We used to rock the mics in the park!} (Vocab)Vocab, in your mind! {We used to rock the mic after dark} (Vocab)The Vocab we bring is Blunted On Reality! {We used to rock the mics in thepark!}(Vocab)So kick back, relax, with a crew called Refugees {We used to rock the micafter dark} (Vocab)[Wyclef - Verse One]Uh to my, people who pass I pass gas, to light my incenseI do a sundance, for those who died in the ambulanceA simple stick-up, `cause affects on the wrong ladWrong vocab, he fell into the gap, no coming backYour hurry is he gets buried, the streets are emptyMom cry "misery"Little Bill waits for the adversary`Cause if it`s my brother, I gotta get revengeAction brings reaction, provoked by the street gemThat`s when, oh help me, please Zsa ZsaMy niggas come to the dance, gun salute, with the revolver! (BLAOW!!)Out of respect, you catch wreck, they blast the tech!If your shit is wack, don`t turn your back, you`ll get pussy-smacked!I don`t matter the year, tears for fears, I rule the worldAnd in my vision, the world is science fictionRoxanne!!! You don`t have to work for money no more!!!!And...I`m not smiling at no fake M.C.`s`Cause is it me, or do you work for the K.G.B. ?A-Schiscka Bob, he drives a Dodge, he`s a nobodyNobody`s a somebodyThis nobody`s a spy, kidHe`s the rap trader, I`m the battle fulfillerAnd if I was Magilla Gorilla, the mic`s my Ban-anaSo Coca-Cabana, who Anna on my scanner?My Grandma slam-a-any crewsBan, or surrender, Anna!Refugee Camp, grab him! Bag him!Throw him in the swamp, and let the swamp monsters have him![Chorus 1x] add "Vocab baby, vocab!" -Lauryn[Prakazrel "Pras"]Then cast off from here to Mexico!You see my 4-5-6-a-be my cee-lo!And when I rest my head it`s on a peee-low!B-D-B-D-B-D-B-B-D-B-BO!You see the skills I manifest, is very thorough!And if you don`t believe me ask Freres Jacques, hunhh!A-Freres Jacques! A-Freres Jacques! A dorme vous? A dorme vous?Say our father, who art in HeavenForgive the foolish rapperFor he not know how which he be steppin`Correctin`Stopped and kept and, nuff respect to the D.J.That be selecting, that type of recordWatch out now!!! When I choose to speakI`m forming the cipher fly east to the five percenterKnowledge is born, to all beginnersCast the first stone if you feel you ain`t a sinnerAfter eight stays, we resorted to rebellI`m packin` up my NineTo remedy my stale (?)Ask your local mechanic, he`ll tell you my esophagus is very profane!I`m even locking Stephen King in his own ending!God damn it! You got static?! Drop your automatic!!!Niggas fabricating lyrics with cheap fabrics!All originale damn man is originale, oh! Bah-Ah-Ah-Ah-Ah-Ah-Ah-Ah![Wyclef]Ahh, look at the youths, sick of the violence[Chorus 1x][Lauryn "L-Boogie" Hill]The gorey got you hot `cause you coop what you are!But I`ve been rockin` mic`s since the days of Babylon! My pen was eucalyptus, and my rappin` was the scrollI walked for many moons, and let the sandels jist to my controlYou`re swole `cause you couldn`t cross the burnin` sandsYou never had no mercy when my people was in Egypt`s landSay, "Yes I can!" With the force of ElijahSteppin` to you, they get irrigated like the NigerSo hide the cattleFugees come to battleWe`ll take all your bounty, then we`ll eat your vittlesI`m used to the type of poetics that mesmerizeI caught you checkin` with them Bette Davis eyes!Surprise, surprise! You never knew a girl could stylize!It`s from the soul! I ain`t freakin` with white liesYo, hey guys! Remember the summer of `92?Battle after battle! Crew after crew!So, hachoo! Fugees coming with a brand new style!I`m rollin` with them hoodies from the H-A-I!It takes awhile for them average niggas to get itBut once they understand they won`t want to freak with this, see...I`m like the phantomThat`s flying like the birdDoin` shit you never heardPlus I come from the suburbsWord to God!I heard ya had it kinda hardand you got your skin scarred when they was shootin` on the boulevard![Chorus 2x]"Vocab, baby" 14x (Lauryn)

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