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Jean Wyclef Masquerade The Mix Show We gon send this out for every street DJ This is somethin for the mix shows Mix shows You don't wanna go outside Because the thugs are outside They bustin slugs outside So you don't wanna go outside Let's go Uh, I'm outside lookin in I could feel it through the wind From the streets' shore I could see the shark's fin They ain't eat nuttin in a week And they hunger is the reason why the blood drips on the concrete So run your juice Pit bulls drew They gon shoot you in the head so what good is your bullet proof Unless your bullet proof-la what's your affiliation You just a rat handin out information You wanna run and said Clef took my paper Clef ain't take your paper Clef is just a narrator Think I'm a singer I'ma have you call a operator 911 now you breavin through a respiratior All dat gun-clappin yappin meet me outside You never seen a ghost until you seen the other side So think before you speak or blood is go leak You shouldn't have no problems understandin I ain't speakin Greek I need a hundred grand And I ain't talkin bout no candy bar Take over your strip like it's Candahar You gonna see so much red you think your man on Mars That concrete that's under your feet gon land on hard I got gooms that stand on guard Post up waitin wit the toaster Hit you from close up Bare face No black mask No silencers On the burners everybody hear da gat blast Bodies found chopped up in black bags inside incenerators I got power like generators Slugs wit names on it The message I send to haTers In my hood I'm know as a menace to neighbors Me and my men for paper We don't fear the morgue Only thing we afraid of is we scared to starve You can't stop the shine Play a black cloud in my dollar signs and be a victim of a violent crime For real The flows is death defyin Act real and ya neck be flyin Brains and guts like I was savin private Ryan Test the iron And I show you a wall, cat That's filled wit bodies See where your balls at, if you all dat And I show a wall, cat, that's filled wit bodies And yours could be the next Number 19, erased out the projects I progress everyday I'm livin this life I won't stop till I'm buried, dog I'm livin it right Just gimme the price and I'm willin to take a chance I keep it ass hard Cause this sh in my pants And if you wanna dance you need to jump to these lyrics You feelin the physical form as well as the spirit Don't try to compare it Just listen and love to hear it And if it's fire you know not to come near it I keep it flame broil enough to make your brains boil Put you in a stash where nobody could say they saw you Check, G.O.D. put it down like it's burnin hot Execute you on the spot no warnin shot Comin Timothy McVay I burn down your block First I kick in your door cause in war we don't knock I got no competition Only man that could see me is the man in the mirror Keep wishin Keep fishin Get a hundred and fifty stitches Your last rights Last meal Last wishes This is summin for the mix shows They call me most honorable, most knowledgeable Toast bottles in blue The hydropronic goose I spit ten words blow you to molecules I'm under your skin cells and your hair follicles It's the jewel Whatever I could see I could be I saw hip-hop became a MC Then I saw the streets became a OG Then I learn to see myself became G.O.D. We get them packs off often I'm on da block where it's scorchin The life that I live'll make you nauseous Most of our ngs see a coffin Most of our Cish see abortions Of course we are lost in the circle of Karma This is summin for the mix shows Where you and your mama, grandmama, and great-grandmama live out the same drama Where you and your father, father's fathers, great and fore fathers felt horror like no tomorrow I'm from United Snakes, the country of crime The city look Cish they changed the skyline And it's us against swine and they loosin they mind In the van with my grind And thirst to gimme time I'ma ball or get signed or bang and take mine My design's undefined I'm clearly one of a kind It's best you realize only the fittest survive For cowards it's suicide so don't come outside You don't wanna come outside Masquerade Its Blaques outside Fam and Prolific, we all outside So you don't wanna come outside Refugee Ay, yo we gon send this out for every street DJ that ain't getting no real radio airplay You know I mean That's comin on the radio at one o'clock in da mornin That got da streets on lock This generation! |
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