• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Vocab - Fugees
• Fake - PUYA

[Chorus]
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. [x3]
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]
Hoboes above leave the boat for the Pope (?) [x3]
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 a choose to be one
Then I will be a ?? hoodin' with books and look to kill.
My proof is in my puddin'
If I chill 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 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) [x2]
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 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 wonder for 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 (Bahahahahahahaha) [x2]
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 [x2]
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.

[Un buen traje y tambien maquillaje
Una sonrisa de anuncio de colgate
Esa mirada que de el cine sacaste
Y en tu mente la cuenta de cuantos tipos tumbaste
Siempre con los que esten mas cool
Con ese grupito tan cinico como tu
Tacos altos y perfume de el caro
A ver quien cae hoy a quien le tumbas los chavos]
[Por el otro lao viene bien recorta'o
Bien a la moda y tambien entelao
Con una mirada de quien no quiere la cosa
Mirando po encima pa'ver como posa
Un pendejo con guille de Playboy
En su espejo dice que bueno estoy
Con su carro la encanta salir
Es el mamito tremendo figurin]
Another day to put up your act
One more break give me a break
Another day to put up your act
One more break to be a fake
[Lo tuyo es una cuestion de apariencia
Malditos esclavos de una enferma ciencia
Que nos quito la ultima gota de escencia
Sale el sol, sonrie y nos reta
Quien seras hoy, cual sera hoy tu careta
Intelectual, casual, formal o sensual
Oye, que clase de marioneta]
[En este teatro el bravito es el que miente
Un gran miedo a que no te accepten
Ironico si somos todos universo
Si olvidemos lo supestamente cierto
Una esquema dificil de romper
Felicidad a base de papel
Una tarjeta para pertenecer
Una vida sin poder ser]
Another day to put up your act
One more break give me a break
Another day to put up your act
One more break to be a fake
Another day to put up your act
One more break give me a break
Another day to put up your act
One more break to be a fake