Vocab (Salaam’s Remix) Fugees

[Hook: Wyclef Jean]
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!
So kick back, relax, with a crew called Refugees {We used to rock the mic after dark} (Vocab)

[Verse One: Wyclef Jean]
Uh to my, people who pass, I pass gas, to light my incense
I do a sundance, for those who died in the ambulance
A simple stick-up, cause affects on the wrong lad
Wrong vocab, he fell into the gap, no coming back
Your hurry is he gets buried, the streets are empty
Mom cry "misery", Little Bill waits for the adversary
Cause if it's my brother, I gotta get revenge
Action brings reaction, provoked by the street gem
That's when, oh help me, please Zsa Zsa
My niggas come to the dance, gun salute, with the revolver! (BLAOW!!)
Out of respect, you catch wreck, they blast the tech!
If your shit is wack, don't turn your back, you'll get pussy-smacked!
I don't matter the year, tears for fears, I rule the world
And in my vision, the world is science fiction
Roxanne!!! You don't have to work for money no more!!!!
And... I'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 nobody
Nobody's a somebody; this nobody's a spy, kid
He's the rap trader, I'm the battle fulfiller
And if I was Magilla Gorilla, the mic's my Ban-ana
So Coca-Cabana, who Anna on my scanner?
My Grandma slam-a-any crews -Ban, or surrender, Anna!
Refugee Camp, grab him! Bag him!
Throw him in the swamp, and let the swamp monsters have him!