[Intro: Wyclef] 
80 bars, 80 scars 
Yo, engineer turn me up, yo 
 
[Wyclef] 
I started off in the underground			  
From mono to stereo, now I'm surround sound 
Blowing through your tubes, leaving holes through your speakers 
Cracking through your tweeters, my frequency's off the meter 
Jam packed arenas from here to Bangkok 
I'm ahead of my time like Jimi Hendrix playing Woodstock 
Me, I'm playing Hoodstock before I had the dreadlocks 
I use to reminisce "Should I do music or sell rocks?" 
Wrote my own props, living in the PJ's 
That's when the Angel came to you and said "It's all a Masquerade"  
Eyes with no faces, speakers with no lace 
I feel that Earth's spinnin, but I'm standin in the same space 
With no trace of what happened last night 
I seen two fiends fighting over a crack pipe 
Now I'm watching TV, my antennae was a close hanger 
Blurry vision, Mister McGee Hunn, David Banner 
Flip the data, the kids was wearin bandanas 
Totin hammers aimin at your medulla oblongata 
Blaow blaow, a young thug with a slim figure 
The romantic type like the movie "Castle Blanca" 
Herbs, sell 'em once, got busted by undercover 
Buyer, my supplier was a Gypsy cab driver 
That's when I realize I need to find a new hustle 
Living in the jungle to get taught became my muscle  
I strive through snake eyes who wanted me crucified 
I thought that I was drowning but I was getting baptized 
Now behold, I heard you sold 20 mill' 
But with no street credibility, your overkill 
You ain't real, talkin bout keep it gangsta 
Phony, if you knew the gangstas sent me to shank you		 
Gank you, gank you, tie up your ankles 
And if that ain't enought, I call Henchman's to linch you 
Now, at the funeral, I can see the Priest bless you 
But in the after life, I'ma still touch you 
Knockin on heavens door, your beggin to get in 
That's when the center man greets you with the face of Satan 
Now you look frightened in the belly of the whale 
That's when the warden say "I wanna welcome you to hell" 
Fools, is 5 bucks, get off the phone, times up 
I seen him cut from his head to his nuts 
You wish you wouldn't, wish you couldn't, wish it got to me 
Cause you screamin so loud that a deaf man can hear 
Back to the silence, no more droppin science 
Er'body rappin about diamonds and violence 
And they ain't are's, all they do is charge credit cards 
And when the bill comes, they blame it on the rap stars 
Now how you figure?  I ain't rent a car  
I wasn't at the spa, I ain't by the bar 
Now here's a jewel when you get your first record deal 
Don't subject yourself to the mass appeal 
First Class, caviar in the vel' 
In the new S Class with the Jordan wheels 
Remember, the music in the streets like the streets 
You know the cold of the streets, er'body tryin to eat 
The evidence is concrete, I'm tired of the same song 
You take me how, you must be high off heroin 
Sharper than I ever been, this one gon get a 10 
Rappers, I'ma murder y'all with your own medicine 
I move with faith, I never have doubt 
I'm so hungry you will think I'm just coming out 
But I been here before, from "Blun" to "The Score"  
To "The Carnival", Ecleftic World Tour 
I'm causin whores, waitin in the back doors 
They want me to rock they boat and shift they more short 
That's when the Father said "Take me to this lesson" 
They wanna cut your hair like Deliala did Sampson 
I felt that, so I went back to my format 
Raps and backpack, gats for carjacks 
Hats for pussycats, cause Aids, I don't want that 
And for the DJ's, here's something y'all can scratch 
Technique 12, Benito hits the watts 
Hypnotize the crowd, the dance floor is jam packed 
Now sing along like a negro spiritual 
No one got shot tonight, it's a miracle 
What's this I hear, y'all wanna take my spot? 
You got a better chance putting a gorilla in a headlock 
I'm too focused, I can see through your lens 
You ain't a G, just a wanna be, Kingpin said...  
"The next time, y'all wanna pay for protection 
I suggest that you hit up the Haitian Sicilians" 
 
[Outro] 
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