Boof Baf
Fugees Lyrics


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I'm Chill-Master-Nell of a thousand MC's
But how are you gonna tell the real rappers from these phonies?
'Cause these days, everyone wanna deal with a record company
They go home, they write a rhyme
They think they ready to battle Wyclef
Some write forward, some write backward
I wait for them to get jiggy then catch 'em in reverse, yo
With a verse that's worse than the last one
Some say boof, Even though you used to diss Jamaicans
And Haitians 'cause you thought I was American
Ay, Pras, remember that song they sang? (Yeah)
(Go back to Jamaica, what's good is what's new)
But now we boof baf the knuckles with the Tranzlator Crew lawd

I'm from the Island, the island I'm from is the Strong Island
Mc's must be wacked when I syke from lack of freestylin'
Mind must be sharp until my holler girl, I get all in
Black stylin', wildin', Boof'll be trappin'
When they come to Battery Sound, see they shoes flappin'
Huh! Coolin' while I'm rappin'

(Boof baf) Another son gonna die
(Boof baf) If a boy just come try
(Boof baf) Another son gonna die
(Boof baf) If a boy just come try

Said if you write with pencil, you must write with (pen)
If you have a rooster, you must have a (hen)
Five plus five, you know that equals to (ten)
Then spite the yellow man, check it two, one-two, one, syke

(One, two) I throw a flow, go catch it
(Three, four) Back she throw before the track miss
(How far?) Can our style go to wreck this static?
(Will the sister grab the mic and do damage?)

Ayo, I used to drive a hooptie, check me now, Snoopy
Rollin' With The Jones' but I prefer Home Alone
See, life's got no value if I ain't got no statue
Hannibal heads, I be the kid from Timbuktu
(One, two) Simply means, yo, check the mic, I'm ready!
(Three, four!) Means the armies of God with Uzi's
So, what came first, man? The chicken or the hoodie?
If the hoodie came first, then mans' name would be Nancy
So kill the Jesse James, rough, step back, check your stance
I'll let you feel me like the chi-chi-woo-woo-boogie-man
You say non-violence, but you're Silence of The Lambs
And when I call your name, I say Candyman, Candyman, Candyman

(Boof baf) Another son gonna die
(Boof baf) If a boy just come try
(Boof baf) Another son gonna die
(Boof baf) If a boy just come try

Well, I'm on fire (fire), fire (fire), fire (fire)
So let me re-light your Viacom
And let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (coof)
And let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (coof)
And let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (coof)
And let you enter the-the-elec-tronic
All that movin', I call my nozzle you see I was an electronic
You listen to your lyrics in chime, your Panasonic
Ly-ly-ly-lyricaler, the di-di-di-digital
Pras, take the mic, man, you know you're really critical

Stall MC's soft, put 'em up for-ah Death Row (yeah)
Rhyme and cultural, style and never old
Slap a priest fool, ooh, you're filth-swolled

I say no to spliff, but my friends still smoke jumbo coolin' it coolin' it coolin' it
Somebody chuck me a hold the mic, hold the mic, hold the mic
I shoot 'em down with my last one, last one, last one, last one
(Boo-shoo-coo-coo, smoke)
I got my bulletproof and now to send my bozack

(Boof baf) Another son gonna die
(Boof baf) If a boy just come try
(Boof baf) Another son gonna die
(Boof baf) If a boy just come try

This rap goes for the brothers in the neighborhood
Who used to rap on a Polaroid here comes Father Joe
Let me clock the block as I pull fo'-five
Boof baf! I cut the block but got stopped
I used to play hookie just to see how good an MC was
He said I bust a battle aight, I still took a gun
No cheeba, cheeba, just a Libra on a natural high
I waited so long to come out, I died and came back to life
So, hear the spirits, many fear us, a new style, son
This the new thing under the sun, when I come, I come
Bam-bam, alakazam, he grabbed the pocket book, they ran
I came back with the bag 'cause that's my momma, man
I'm just patrollin', boof baf on the block
But the spot that I clock, you get shot if your numbers' are bad
So, don't get caught in the fast lane, the fast lane
And just remain yourself and be the same
'Cause many rappers these days say nuttin' for nuttin'
So, here's somethin', um, to take you from the AM to the PM

'Cause an imitator could never be greater
Than the creator whose the originator, step up perpetrator
See you later, alligator, back-stabbin' traitor
Tape recorder, duplicator
Roughly ridin' with the head Tranzlator, huh!
And leave the 40 to be naughty in the 'frigerator

(Boof baf) Another son gonna die
(Boof baf) If a boy just come try
(Boof baf) Another son gonna die
(Boof baf) If a boy just come try
(Boof baf) Another son gonna die
(Boof baf) If a boy just come try
(Boof baf) Another son gonna die
(Boof baf) If a boy just come try

Say, gun-man (boof baf)
Say, tell me where you get your damn gun from? (Boof baf)
You musta get it from the foreign land (boof baf)
We want to shoot up the whole of Babylon (boof baf)
Pay the man to rhyme onto it
Say, gun-man (boof baf)
Say, tell me where you get your damn gun from? (Boof baf)
You musta get it from the foreign land (boof baf)
You want to kill your own brother, man (boof baf)
Ay, ay, ay (boof baf) what'cha

Cah bad bwoy
Mi ah tell ya, bad bwoy dem a buss shot (boof baf)
An all dem a talk an all dem ah chat (boof baf)
Grab the 9mm an wi arm up di Glock (boof baf)
An all dem a talk, cah trust mi dem cyaa stop (boof baf)
Gi mi di mic becah mi got lyrics to di max (boof baf)
Tell di wul ah dem mi ah di cream ah di crop (boof baf)
Pull up an nuh mek mi a hgo nice up di spot (boof baf)
Massive and crew comin' wicked an hot (boof baf)




Bwoy come try test mi an put on some 'Pac (boof baf)
9mm, got di gun, got di Glock (boof baf)

Overall Meaning

The song "Boof Baf" by The Fugees is a rap track that displays the group's lyricism as well as their political activism. The lyrics start with challenges faced by MCs in differentiating between true rappers and mere phonies. The song then transitions to address the issues of violence and gun culture prevalent in the streets. The group's Haitian roots and their personal experiences with gun violence are evident in the language and themes of the song. The song's title 'Boof Baf' is a term used in Caribbean culture to refer to the sound of a gunshot.


It also appears that the song is heavily influenced by Jamaican patois - a dialect spoken in Jamaica. A lot of the phrases and lyrics are in Jamaican patois which suggests a nod to the influence of Jamaican culture on the Fugees as well as a sign of solidarity with the Caribbean community. The track incorporates several transitions between flows and rhymes, showcasing the group's versatility and ingenuity in writing and performing.


The song serves as a commentary on social and political issues affecting the black community in America, particularly gun violence and the glorification of violent culture. It also demonstrates the group's propensity for conscious lyricism and distinct flow.


Line by Line Meaning

I'm Chill-Master-Nell of a thousand MC's
I am a skilled and experienced rapper among many others


But how are you gonna tell the real rappers from these phonies?
It's difficult to distinguish genuine rappers from those who are fake


'Cause these days, everyone wanna deal with a record company
In today's music industry, everyone wants to sign with a record label


They go home, they write a rhyme
They go back home and write lyrics for a song


They think they ready to battle Wyclef
They believe they are prepared to compete against Wyclef in a rap battle


Some write forward, some write backward
Some write their lyrics in a regular manner, while others write them in reverse


I wait for them to get jiggy then catch 'em in reverse, yo
I patiently wait for them to get confident and then confront them in reverse, exposing their weaknesses


With a verse that's worse than the last one
I respond with a verse that is even more powerful and impactful than their previous one


Some say boof, Even though you used to diss Jamaicans
Some people criticize me, even though I used to insult Jamaicans


And Haitians 'cause you thought I was American
And Haitians because they believed I was American


Ay, Pras, remember that song they sang? (Yeah)
Hey Pras, do you remember that song they sang? (Yeah)


(Go back to Jamaica, what's good is what's new)
(Go back to Jamaica, only new things matter)


But now we boof baf the knuckles with the Tranzlator Crew lawd
But now we confront and defeat our rivals, the Tranzlator Crew


I'm from the Island, the island I'm from is the Strong Island
I come from the Strong Island, a place known for its strength and resilience


Mc's must be wacked when I syke from lack of freestylin'
Other rappers must be inferior if I am unimpressed by their freestyle skills


Mind must be sharp until my holler girl, I get all in
I must stay mentally focused until I conquer my opponents


Black stylin', wildin', Boof'll be trappin'
I embrace my African heritage and express myself freely through my music


When they come to Battery Sound, see they shoes flappin'
When they come to my neighborhood, I notice their lack of confidence


Huh! Coolin' while I'm rappin'
I remain calm and composed while delivering my rhymes


(Boof baf) Another son gonna die
(Boof baf) Another person will face defeat or consequences


(Boof baf) If a boy just come try
(Boof baf) If someone dares to challenge


Said if you write with pencil, you must write with (pen)
If you choose one option, you must stick with it


If you have a rooster, you must have a (hen)
If you have one thing, you must have its complement


Five plus five, you know that equals to (ten)
Basic arithmetic knowledge, five plus five equals ten


Then spite the yellow man, check it two, one-two, one, syke
Then challenge or confront the person of Asian descent, count it out


(One, two) I throw a flow, go catch it
(One, two) I deliver my rap flow, try to keep up with it


(Three, four) Back she throw before the track miss
(Three, four) She responds rapidly before missing a beat


(How far?) Can our style go to wreck this static?
(How far?) Can our unique style disrupt the current status quo?


(Will the sister grab the mic and do damage?)
(Will the female rapper take the microphone and impress with her skills?)


Ayo, I used to drive a hooptie, check me now, Snoopy
I used to drive an old and unreliable car, but now I've upgraded, like Snoopy


Rollin' With The Jones' but I prefer Home Alone
I associate with successful people, but I prefer to be alone


See, life's got no value if I ain't got no statue
My life holds no worth if I don't have recognition or success


Hannibal heads, I be the kid from Timbuktu
I am a talented and daring artist from a distant and mysterious place


(One, two) Simply means, yo, check the mic, I'm ready!
(One, two) It simply means that I'm prepared to perform, check the microphone


(Three, four!) Means the armies of God with Uzi's
(Three, four!) Refers to the powerful and influential forces supporting me


So, what came first, man? The chicken or the hoodie?
So, what came first, the person or the image they portray?


If the hoodie came first, then mans' name would be Nancy
If the image or representation came first, then people's identities would be different


So kill the Jesse James, rough, step back, check your stance
Destroy the rebellious and notorious figures, re-evaluate your position


I'll let you feel me like the chi-chi-woo-woo-boogie-man
I'll make my presence and influence known to you


You say non-violence, but you're Silence of The Lambs
You claim to be peaceful, but your actions speak otherwise


And when I call your name, I say Candyman, Candyman, Candyman
When I mention your name, it brings about negative consequences or memories


Well, I'm on fire (fire), fire (fire), fire (fire)
I am highly energetic, passionate, and skilled


So let me re-light your Viacom
Let me reignite your enthusiasm or excitement


And let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (coof)
And let you fully immerse yourself in the world of electronic music


All that movin', I call my nozzle you see I was an electronic
My energetic movements and actions resemble that of a spray nozzle, symbolizing my connection to electronic music


You listen to your lyrics in chime, your Panasonic
You carefully listen to your own lyrics, entranced by the sound, just like a Panasonic


Ly-ly-ly-lyricaler, the di-di-di-digital
I am more skilled and creative with my lyrics, embracing the digital age


Pras, take the mic, man, you know you're really critical
Pras, it's your turn to grab the microphone, you possess vital skills


Stall MC's soft, put 'em up for-ah Death Row
I expose weak and inferior rappers, condemning them to a state of failure


Rhyme and cultural, style and never old
I incorporate rhyme and cultural references into my rap style, ensuring it never becomes outdated


Slap a priest fool, ooh, you're filth-swolled
I metaphorically chastise and expose hypocritical individuals, revealing their true nature


I say no to spliff, but my friends still smoke jumbo coolin' it coolin' it coolin' it
I personally refuse to smoke cannabis, but my friends continue to do so, enjoying themselves


Somebody chuck me a hold the mic, hold the mic, hold the mic
Pass me the microphone, hold it for me


I shoot 'em down with my last one, last one, last one, last one
I defeat my opponents with my final lyrical assault


(Boo-shoo-coo-coo, smoke)
(Boo-shoo-coo-coo, smoke)


I got my bulletproof and now to send my bozack
I am prepared and protected, ready to assert myself


This rap goes for the brothers in the neighborhood
This rap is dedicated to the people in the local community


Who used to rap on a Polaroid here comes Father Joe
The individuals who used to rap and capture moments on a Polaroid camera, here comes Father Joe


Let me clock the block as I pull fo'-five
Let me survey the neighborhood while carrying a .45 caliber gun


Boof baf! I cut the block but got stopped
I made a sudden movement, but I encountered an obstacle


I used to play hookie just to see how good an MC was
I used to skip school just to witness the skills of other rappers


He said I bust a battle aight, I still took a gun
He claimed to have won a rap battle, but I still resorted to using a weapon


No cheeba, cheeba, just a Libra on a natural high
I don't need marijuana, I am naturally exhilarated due to my zodiac sign as a Libra


I waited so long to come out, I died and came back to life
I waited patiently for the right moment to showcase my talent, as if I experienced a rebirth


So, hear the spirits, many fear us, a new style, son
So, listen to the voices of the ancestors and those who are afraid of us, we bring a fresh and innovative style


This the new thing under the sun, when I come, I come
This represents the latest trend or innovation, and when I arrive, I make a grand entrance


Bam-bam, alakazam, he grabbed the pocket book, they ran
A sudden and forceful action occurred, causing someone to hastily retreat


I came back with the bag 'cause that's my momma, man
I returned successfully with the desired item because it belongs to my mother figure


I'm just patrollin', boof baf on the block
I'm simply surveying the area, asserting my presence in the neighborhood


But the spot that I clock, you get shot if your numbers' are bad
But in the area where I observe, you face consequences if you engage in illegal or negative activities


So, don't get caught in the fast lane, the fast lane
Therefore, avoid involvement in risky or dangerous activities


And just remain yourself and be the same
Instead, stay true to who you are and maintain your authenticity


'Cause many rappers these days say nuttin' for nuttin'
Because nowadays, many rappers say or express nothing of value


So, here's somethin', um, to take you from the AM to the PM
Therefore, here's something meaningful and engaging to entertain you from morning until night


'Cause an imitator could never be greater
Because an imitation can never surpass the greatness of the original


Than the creator whose the originator, step up perpetrator
The individual who created and originated something is superior, so challengers will face consequences


See you later, alligator, back-stabbin' traitor
I bid you farewell, untrustworthy individual who betrays others


Tape recorder, duplicator
You are nothing but a machine that copies or imitates


Roughly ridin' with the head Tranzlator, huh!
Taking control and leading with the powerful Tranzlator Crew


And leave the 40 to be naughty in the 'frigerator
And let the 40 ounce bottle of alcohol remain chilled in the refrigerator, waiting to be consumed


Say, gun-man (boof baf)
Say, gunman (sound of guns being fired)


Say, tell me where you get your damn gun from? (Boof baf)
Say, inform me about the origin of your weapon (sound of guns being fired)


You musta get it from the foreign land (boof baf)
You probably obtained it from another country (sound of guns being fired)


We want to shoot up the whole of Babylon (boof baf)
We want to cause chaos or destruction in the oppressive system (sound of guns being fired)


Pay the man to rhyme onto it
Compensate the rapper for his lyrical performance


Say, gun-man (boof baf)
Say, gunman (sound of guns being fired)


Say, tell me where you get your damn gun from? (Boof baf)
Say, inform me about the origin of your weapon (sound of guns being fired)


You musta get it from the foreign land (boof baf)
You probably obtained it from another country (sound of guns being fired)


You want to kill your own brother, man (boof baf)
You desire to harm or eliminate your own community member (sound of guns being fired)


Ay, ay, ay (boof baf) what'cha
Hey, hey, hey (sound of guns being fired), what are you doing


Cah bad bwoy
Because I am a bad boy


Mi ah tell ya, bad bwoy dem a buss shot (boof baf)
I'm telling you, bad boys are firing shots (sound of guns being fired)


An all dem a talk an all dem ah chat (boof baf)
And they are all talking and emptying their ammunition (sound of guns being fired)


Grab the 9mm an wi arm up di Glock (boof baf)
Grab the 9mm handgun and prepare the Glock (sound of guns being fired)


An all dem a talk, cah trust mi dem cyaa stop (boof baf)
And they keep talking, but believe me, they can't be stopped (sound of guns being fired)


Gi mi di mic becah mi got lyrics to di max (boof baf)
Give me the microphone because I have powerful lyrics (sound of guns being fired)


Tell di wul ah dem mi ah di cream ah di crop (boof baf)
Tell everyone that I am the best (sound of guns being fired)


Pull up an nuh mek mi a hgo nice up di spot (boof baf)
Drive up and let me make the place lively (sound of guns being fired)


Massive and crew comin' wicked an hot (boof baf)
Massive and the crew are coming fiercely and energetically (sound of guns being fired)


Bwoy come try test mi an put on some 'Pac (boof baf)
Someone attempts to challenge me and imitate Tupac (sound of guns being fired)


9mm, got di gun, got di Glock (boof baf)
9mm, I have the gun, I have the Glock (sound of guns being fired)


(Boof baf) Another son gonna die
(Boof baf) Another person will face defeat or consequences


(Boof baf) If a boy just come try
(Boof baf) If someone dares to challenge


(Boof baf) Another son gonna die
(Boof baf) Another person will face defeat or consequences


(Boof baf) If a boy just come try
(Boof baf) If someone dares to challenge




Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: Khalis Bayyan, Pras Michel, Wyclef Jean

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Akuma Motos

Golden era of rap. Many excellent albuns:
1990 first a tribe called quest
1991 second first a tribe called quest and first cypress hill; best public enemy (Apocalypse 91... The Enemy Strikes Black )
1992 first house of pain; first and best Dr. Dr. (The chronic)
1993 third first a tribe called quest and second cypress hill; buloone mindstate (de la soul); first funkdoobiest; best album of ice-t (home invasion)
1994 sangue misto (excellent italian rap); first fugess; second house of pain
1995 third cypress Hill (for be the best); second funkdoobiest
1996 second and best album of bugees, first westside connection; third house of pain.

What more did I forgot?



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Ludwig Vonn

Imagine them in the studio recording this... crazy stuff man

Anthony Smith

Da sheeeezzeeeee!!!☺

OUSMANE ZEDANE

I swearrrrrrrrrrrrr

Miguel Valenzuela

Crazy

Jean Dormil

😎

Proglove85

I love how much time Pras gets in this song. He was almost totally faded out on The Score... His flow on 'Cowboys' and 'Fugee-La' is effing amazing!

Hart Scm

Lauryn Hill was so powerful on the mic, probably there hasn't been any female mc that can be as good as her

Robert binou

@Kenyouth Archibald word

Raoul Duke

@Rose Miller 😂

Rose Miller

**There isn’t ANY MC who could be as good as her

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