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Refugees up in here
Booga Basement style
On a John Fields show
Giving you a little reggae, a little R&B, a little hip hop
Stevie Wonder style
You know how we do
Buss it

Треклист:
01 - Introduction
02 - Nappy Heads
03 - Blunted (Interlude)
04 - Recharge
05 - Freestyle (Interlude)
06 - Vocab
07 - Special News Bulletin (Interlude)

Boof Baf

[Wyclef Jean]
I'm Chill-Master-Nell of a thousand emcees
But how are you gonna tell the real I bust from these fo' knees
Cause he sees everyone with a deal with a record company
They go home, they write a rhyme, they think they ready to battle better
Some write forward, some write backward

Now we're permanent one,
In the battle lost my finger, Mic became my arm
Pistol nozzle hits your nasal, blood becomes lukewarm
Tell the woman be easy Naah squeeze the Charmin
Test Wyclef, see death flesh get scorned.
Beat you so bad make you feel like you ain't wanna be born
And tell your friends stay the hell out of my lawn.
Chicken George became Dead George stealin' chickens from my farm.

Strumming my pain with his fingers,
Singing my life with his words,
Killing me softly with his song,
killing me softly,
With his song telling my whole life
With his words,
Killing me softly,
With his song

Strumming my pain with his fingers
Singing my life with his words
Killing me softly with his song
Killing me softly with his song
Telling my whole life with his words
Killing me softly with his song

I heard he sang a good song

(LAURYN:)
Strumming dub plates with our fingers,
Eliminate sounds with our song,
Killing a sound boy with this sound,
Killing a sound boy with this sound,
Taking sound boys' lives with this dub, killing him softly with this sound.
Strumming my pain with his fingers, singing my life with his words,
Killing me softly with his song, killing me softly with his song,

Strumming my pain with his fingers
singing my life with his words
killing me softly with his song
killing me softly with his song
telling my whole life with his words
killing me softly with his song
I heard he sang a good song
I heard he had a style

[Wyclef]
Yo Mona Lisa, could I get a date on Friday?
And if you're busy, I wouldn't mind taking
Saturday-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay
Round up de posse, Fugee comin around the way

[Wyclef] Yo, hey nappy head
[Lauryn] Yo whashup?

(оригинал Bob Marley)

I remember when we used to sit
In the government yard in Trenchtown,
Oba - obaserving the 'ypocrites
As they would mingle with the good people we meet.
Good friends we have, oh, good friends we've lost
Along the way.

Классический пример стиля Джамп-Ап (Jump-Up), достигшего расцвета в конце 90-х годов, после чего его популярность спала. Джамп-ап звучит более позитивно, чем другие субжанры драм-н-бейса. Он как бы заставляет публику танцевать, "подпрыгивать" (англ. jump up).

"The Mask"

[CHORUS:]
Have you ever worn the mask one-two one-two,
(M) to the (A) to the (S) to the (K)
Put the mask upon the face just to make the next day,
Feds be hawkin me
Jokers be stalking me,

"The Score"

[CLEF:]
Look into the rhyme
Rum to the ripple
Sing boo,
But at times I come in triple.
Blaow, blaow put the heater to your head

Strumming my pain with his fingers,
Singing my life with his words,

Killing me softly with his song,
Killing me softly with his song,
Telling my whole life with his words,

Killing me softly with his song ...