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Fugees (/ˈfuːdʒiːz/) (formerly Tranzlator Crew) were an American hip hop group who rose to fame in the mid-1990s. Their repertoire included elements of hip hop, soul and Caribbean music, particularly reggae. The members of the group were rapper/singer/producer Wyclef Jean, rapper/singer/producer Lauryn Hill and rapper Pras Michel. Deriving their name from the term refugee, Jean and Pras are Haitian, while Hill is American. The group recorded two albums—one of which, The Score (1996), was a multi-platinum and Grammy-winning success—before disbanding in 1997. Hill and Jean each went on to successful solo recording careers; Michel focused on soundtrack recordings and acting, though he found commercial success with his song "Ghetto Supastar". In 2007, MTV ranked … more »

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1994

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"And when you feeling down, recharge!"

[Wyclef]
Now and, forever's, them emperors, are nova
The loving, the hugging, will never be over

[Pras]
Back up back up boy, don't get me started
Still the MC, hit the target, you get bombarded yeah
Affect the minds, let the blind evaporate
Let me elaborate, oh no (it's too late)
Push the button, cause I'ma get ?
Pass me a SCUD missile, so I can bomb the land

[Wyclef]
Yo Pras (what?) Yo Pras (what?) Some start to wonder
Some see lightning, some hear thunder
Shades of a black man, maybe the black panther
Making MC's run when it come to rapping I'm the Darth Vader
I'm not regular, consider me irregular
From the regular rapper ones that lumber
But I come from a slum where many bum
Sometimes I cooled out, while my boys were in prison
I always told them that right, overrules wrong
Cause ever since a boy mama told me judgment they will come son
So I watch what I do, what I say, how I PLAY
And hope that I make it through the next day
Cause the streets are like a jungle, they got me say
Cause Tarzan's a black man
So I'm waiting for a break in the record company
So I could take you MC's, back to camp I mean
Cause with a flick of my wrist, I come rewind another rhyme
I got more rhymes than a church got wines 
Ever since middle school, I used to, rule
The ? mule, people called my talent beautiful
Never lost a battle, they thought I was buck wild
?
They didn't know that a ReFugee could rock so well
So here's the resurrection, of Pras, Wyclef, and L

Check me or my team as I recharge your body [Repeat: x4]

[Pras]
Living to be given, chilling like Bob Dylan
Like Michael I'm Thrilling, I'm not dealing to be illing
Running a mask ?, like the task force
The cause is laws, the laws that broke your jaw
Now I'm, getting raw on a thing like a mean machine
(Why you running around with the same old thing?
You know what I mean, yeah)
I search and search, I start to faint
But never never never fall in entertain
Don't beam me up Scotty, I'm Audi like John Gotti
Driving in black Caddy

[Lauryn Hill]
Success for the next man is success for myself
Vanity's vanity yet I still wanted wealth
I know there's a true God, but it still makes me think
Of Yusef, now is the notty dread dead?
Believe in the Bible because it promise eternity
Six six six, that makes you, my adversary
So I, watch my back and hopin I don't get taxed
I used to, rip the rapper cause they said we'd been said wack
I know what the critics they say, keep it commercial
I used to freestyle, but everything now is rehearsal
I miss the old school, so tell me what will I do?
I guess I'll start a revolution with the Translator Crew, so

[Wyclef]
Check me or my team as I recharge your body [Repeat: x8]

Check it out all MC's I'm about to pull out my slingshot
Here it comes!

Me lick me one, me lick me one one
Me lick me one, me lick me one one
Me lick me one
Me come for them all
Me lick me one one one, lick bumba rum
Follow me follow me follow me follow me
Me lick me one, me lick me one one
Me lick me one, me lick me one one
Me lick me one
Me come for them all
Me lick me one one one, lick bumba rum
Follow me follow me follow me follow me
(Me lick me one one)

[Wyclef]
They label me (What?) the MC psycho
Prim' you up, but don't mistake me for Sunoco
Cuss to get loose, now you got the micro' Joe
Who talking about hope? Poquito dinero
Means I work hard, but got no money, and that ain't funny
Hey honey when you work for free see it's hard to get a lady baby
But they say good things come to those wait
So I wait, no ego trip, and on the mic I penetrate
Elevate as I battle for high stakes
Many gamble, I eat you like an animal
Cause he gambled for the dime that he didn't have
He woke up in a dream and found his body in a body bag
Wyclef pissed cause, oh what I really said is
Is I'm that funky, big up def in pig Latin man, 
A lot of rappers try to out rap, but miss me yo
But I'm asking every teachers everything he know
There's always one trick, to make em slip
So let me predict in pure trick I'm sure the rap form will recharge

Me lick me one, me lick me one one
Me lick me one, me lick me one one
Me lick me one
Me come for them all
Me lick me one one one, lick bumba rum
Follow me follow me follow me follow me

Check them style out of Wy and Prazwell
Bad man fire M-16
Police man fire AK-47
Soldier man, them a fire ?
And them gun shoot for, woy!
Bad man fire M-16
Police man fire AK-47
Soldier man, them a fire ?
And them gun shoot for

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