Vocab (LP Version)

[Chorus: Pras]

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

[Verse 1: Wyclef Jean]

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 Fuji

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

[Chorus: Pras]

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

[Verse 2: Pras]

Hoboes above leave the boat for the Pope (?)

Hoboes above leave the boat for the Pope (?)

Hoboes above leave the boat for the Pope (?)

Boat people here we go Hi De Hi De Hi De 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 brutalise

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 worse than phillies, I'm just straight up blunt, 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

[Verse 3: Lauryn Hill]

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 deferred 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 stunted

'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 sheet

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 dis her

For 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

[Hook: Lauryn Hill + Pras]

What's the matter with the black man (Black man)

All original gunman dem original good (Bahahahahahahaha)

All original gunman dem original good (Bahahahahahahaha)

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

An I'll [?] an me runnin' [?] as a matter a fact

Cause I trappin' a back like a cool six pack now bring it back. Woah!

United we stand, divided we crumble

What's the flavour? More Babylon, more Babylon, more Babylon fall

What's the flavour? 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 I used up all my dust I got [?]

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