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The Carnival, 1997
1. Intro
2. Apocalypse
3. Guantanamera
4. Pablo Diablo (Interlude)
5. Bubblegoose
6. Prelude (To All The Girls)
7. To All The Girls
8. Down Lo Ho
9. Anything Can Happen
10. Gone 'Til November
11. Words Of Wisdom (Interlude)
12. Year Of The Dragon
13. Sang Fezi
14. Fresh (Interlude)
15. Mona Lisa
16. Street Jeopardy
17. Killer M.C. (Interlude)
18. Tryin' To Stay Alive
19. Gunpowder
20. Closing Arguments (Skit)
21. Enter The Carnival (Interlude)
22. Jaspora
23. Yele
24. Carnival
The Ecleftic: II Sides To A Book, 2000
1. Columbia Records
2. Where Fugees At?
3. Kenny Rogers - Pharoahe Monch Dub Plate
4. Thug Angels
5. It Doesn't Matter
6. 911
7. Pullin Me In
8. Da Cypha
9. Runaway
10. Red Light District
11. Perfect Gentlemen
12. Low Income
13. Whitney Houston Dub Plate
14. However You Want It
15. Hollyhood To Hollywood
16. Diallo
17. Something About Mary
18. Bus Search
19. Wish You Were Here
1. Intro
Lyrics to Intro :
[Guitar...]
I tell yas
this is my last album Carnival
Gone Till November
[Guitar...]
A Lot Of Things Changed Man
The Whole World's In Panic Mode [little Girl Crying]
Come On Chill Out Angie
Let Daddy finish Writin'
[Guitar...] [Pencil Writing]
[Guitar...]
I tell yas
this is my last album Carnival
Gone Till November
[Guitar...]
A Lot Of Things Changed Man
The Whole World's In Panic Mode [little Girl Crying]
Come On Chill Out Angie
Let Daddy finish Writin'
[Guitar...] [Pencil Writing]
2. Apocalypse
Lyrics to Apocalypse :
[Intro:]
Yeah, I was looking out my window
when I heard this sound
look up into the sky
saw the moon turned to blood
looked at my little brother
said, "you high as hell maaan"
[Chorus:]
Apocalypse..
1,2 the headlines youths just rolled through
Apocalypse..
3,4 solder, 100 horsemen at your door
Apocalypse..
5,6 you wanted dead or alive, hit or miss
We we y'all, yeah, we we y'all
[Verse One:]
Arrival of the Carnival
New beats, I never recycle
While your looking for samples
You might get trampled
Surprise, hey
I'm back with lightning and thunder
I heard you over saying that I was a one year wonder
You dumb or some, I went to refugees
Silly felony, when I'm done
Collect royalty from record company's
Clouds getting darker
Suns getting nearer
I'll turn a atheist into a god fearing believer
The back of a building
Your body's found by children
Playin' hide go seek
All we found was his skeleton
In the back of a car
You spawned with the wrong guard
You know my empire strikes back hard
Listen hard, war
This is the day after action
Projects, cannons
Being launched at the palace
Vision, revelation
Sky know apocalypse
Enemy pilots kamikaze into the abyss
[Chorus:]
Apocalypse..
1,2 the headlines youths just rolled through
Apocalypse..
3,4 solder, 100 horsemen at your door
Apocalypse..
5,6 you wanted dead or alive, hit or miss
We we y'all, yeah, we we y'all, yeah, we we y'all
[Verse Two:]
Aiyyo, Back on earth
The party is in the tunnel
On the west side of the river
Went mad quiver
Rats get fed to the alligator
Gun blast equivalent to the bombs in pearl harbor
Rescue choppers broke the turn to hiroshima
I'm driving to jersey to escape the terror
I was on the highway pushing a black viper
A car pulls up, is he a jack or a sniper (sniper)
A blue range rover, he says pull over
I didn't know he was a DT undercover
I screamed out my lungs
This is discrimination!
He tried, he said you just robbed a gas station
Who me? not me! it couldn't be
I was in the Grammys with Brandy
Didn't you see me on tv?
Bullshit, y'all all in the same game
He tried to run me off the road
Like he was Roscoe P. Coltrane
I stayed calm, gave him a hell of a show
Cause when its time to go
All i gotta press is turbo
Heard it on his walkie, road block on 280 west
Things got serious, that's when i bust a left
U-Turn, my eyes burned
My concern was a truck coming
Head on collision within a chase position
Close one, i almost went up in a blaze
Running from what appears to be a masquerade
Least that what i thought, it was all in my mind
Reality stuck when i got to the borderline
The headline reads every ghettos sad story
A rookie shoots a boy over mistaken identity...
(crash)
[Chorus repeat (2X)]
[Intro:]
Yeah, I was looking out my window
when I heard this sound
look up into the sky
saw the moon turned to blood
looked at my little brother
said, "you high as hell maaan"
[Chorus:]
Apocalypse..
1,2 the headlines youths just rolled through
Apocalypse..
3,4 solder, 100 horsemen at your door
Apocalypse..
5,6 you wanted dead or alive, hit or miss
We we y'all, yeah, we we y'all
[Verse One:]
Arrival of the Carnival
New beats, I never recycle
While your looking for samples
You might get trampled
Surprise, hey
I'm back with lightning and thunder
I heard you over saying that I was a one year wonder
You dumb or some, I went to refugees
Silly felony, when I'm done
Collect royalty from record company's
Clouds getting darker
Suns getting nearer
I'll turn a atheist into a god fearing believer
The back of a building
Your body's found by children
Playin' hide go seek
All we found was his skeleton
In the back of a car
You spawned with the wrong guard
You know my empire strikes back hard
Listen hard, war
This is the day after action
Projects, cannons
Being launched at the palace
Vision, revelation
Sky know apocalypse
Enemy pilots kamikaze into the abyss
[Chorus:]
Apocalypse..
1,2 the headlines youths just rolled through
Apocalypse..
3,4 solder, 100 horsemen at your door
Apocalypse..
5,6 you wanted dead or alive, hit or miss
We we y'all, yeah, we we y'all, yeah, we we y'all
[Verse Two:]
Aiyyo, Back on earth
The party is in the tunnel
On the west side of the river
Went mad quiver
Rats get fed to the alligator
Gun blast equivalent to the bombs in pearl harbor
Rescue choppers broke the turn to hiroshima
I'm driving to jersey to escape the terror
I was on the highway pushing a black viper
A car pulls up, is he a jack or a sniper (sniper)
A blue range rover, he says pull over
I didn't know he was a DT undercover
I screamed out my lungs
This is discrimination!
He tried, he said you just robbed a gas station
Who me? not me! it couldn't be
I was in the Grammys with Brandy
Didn't you see me on tv?
Bullshit, y'all all in the same game
He tried to run me off the road
Like he was Roscoe P. Coltrane
I stayed calm, gave him a hell of a show
Cause when its time to go
All i gotta press is turbo
Heard it on his walkie, road block on 280 west
Things got serious, that's when i bust a left
U-Turn, my eyes burned
My concern was a truck coming
Head on collision within a chase position
Close one, i almost went up in a blaze
Running from what appears to be a masquerade
Least that what i thought, it was all in my mind
Reality stuck when i got to the borderline
The headline reads every ghettos sad story
A rookie shoots a boy over mistaken identity...
(crash)
[Chorus repeat (2X)]
3. Guantanamera
Lyrics to Guantanamera :
(feat. Lauryn Hill)
Hola! Soy Celia Cruz
(Hi! I am Celia Cruz)
Y estoy aqui con Wyclef, celebrando Carnival; Azucar!!)
(And I'm here with Wyclef celebrating Carnival; Azucar!!)
[singing] Guantanamera
[Wyclef] We out here in Miami just shining
[singing] Guajila, Guantanamera
[Wyclef] Worldwide
[singing] Guan-tana-mera
[Wyclef] Bout to bring it to you in stereo
[singing] Guajila voy, de na meda
Yo soy un hombre sincero
[Wyclef] That was then, this is now
Welcome to the Carnival, the arrival... c'mon!
[singing] De donde crecen las palmas
[Wyclef Jean]
Spanish Harlem!
Oahh-eee-ohh!
Boogie Down Bronx!
Oahh-eee-ohh!
Manhattan!
Oahh-eee-ohh!
Back to Staten!
Oahh-eee-ohh!
[Wyclef sings, then raps]
Guantanamera
Hey yo I'm standing at the bar with a, Cuban cigar
Guajila, Guantanamera
Hey, yo, I think she's eyeing me from afar
Guan-tana-mera...
Guajila Guan-tana-mera...
[Verse One: Wyclef Jean]
Yo, I wrote this in Haiti, overlooking Cuba
I asked her what's her name, she said, 'Guantanamera'
Remind me of an old latin song, my uncle used to play
On his old forty-five when he used to be alive
She went from a young girl, to a grown woman
Like a Virgin, so she sex with no average mahn
Peep the figure, move like a caterpillar
Fly like a butterfly, let your soul feel her glide
Pac Woman better yet Space Invader
If your name was Chun-Li, we'd be playin Street Fighter
Penny for your thoughts, a nickel for your kiss
A dime if you tell me that you love me
[Chorus:]
Guantanamera
Hey yo, I'm standin at the bar with a, Cuban cigar
Guajila, Guantanamera
Yo, I think she's eyeing me from afar
Guan-tana-mera...
Guajila Guan-tana-mera...
[singing in Spanish, with Wyclef responses]
Soy una mujer, sincera
(I am a sincere woman)
Do you speak English?
De donde crecen las palmas
(From where the palm tree grows)
Can I buy you a drink?
Soy una mujer, sincera
(I am a sincere woman)
Uh-huh uh-huh uh-huh
De donde creeeeeeecen las palmas
(From where the palm tree grows)
You killin me
Y antes de morir, yo quiero
(And before I die, I want to)
..
cantar mis versos del alma
(sing the verses in my heart)
Te quiero mama, te quiero!!
Guantanamera
Aiyyo I'm standing at the bar with a, Cuban cigar
Guajila, Guantanamera
Hey yo John Forte, she's eyeing me from far
Guan-tana-mera...
Guajila Guan-tana-mera
[Verse Two: Lauryn Hill]
Yo, she was a rose in Spanish Harlem, mamacita beg your pardon
Make stakes at a faster rate then she fornicates
Pure traits of genius, Goddess of Black Venus
Crab niggaz angry cause they can't get between us
to no sele-xion, smooth complex-ion
The lexicon of Lexington, parents came from Cuba
Part Mexican, pure sweet, dimes fell to her feet
She like Movado, and shook her hips like Delgado
And broke niggaz down from the Grounds to Apollo
and then some, she took her act sent it to dim sum
And waited patiently while the businessmen come
Call late on purpose, got even politicians nervous
And made plans to infiltrate the street secret service
This gentle flower, fertility was her power
Sweet persona, Venus Flytrap primadonna
Que sera que sera she turned dinero to dinera
[Wyclef responds to singing again]
Guantanamera
Hey yo I'm standing at the bar with a, Cuban cigar
Guajila Guantanamera
Hey yo... I think she's eyein me from afar
Guan-tana-mera...
Guajila Guan-tana-mera...
(feat. Lauryn Hill)
Hola! Soy Celia Cruz
(Hi! I am Celia Cruz)
Y estoy aqui con Wyclef, celebrando Carnival; Azucar!!)
(And I'm here with Wyclef celebrating Carnival; Azucar!!)
[singing] Guantanamera
[Wyclef] We out here in Miami just shining
[singing] Guajila, Guantanamera
[Wyclef] Worldwide
[singing] Guan-tana-mera
[Wyclef] Bout to bring it to you in stereo
[singing] Guajila voy, de na meda
Yo soy un hombre sincero
[Wyclef] That was then, this is now
Welcome to the Carnival, the arrival... c'mon!
[singing] De donde crecen las palmas
[Wyclef Jean]
Spanish Harlem!
Oahh-eee-ohh!
Boogie Down Bronx!
Oahh-eee-ohh!
Manhattan!
Oahh-eee-ohh!
Back to Staten!
Oahh-eee-ohh!
[Wyclef sings, then raps]
Guantanamera
Hey yo I'm standing at the bar with a, Cuban cigar
Guajila, Guantanamera
Hey, yo, I think she's eyeing me from afar
Guan-tana-mera...
Guajila Guan-tana-mera...
[Verse One: Wyclef Jean]
Yo, I wrote this in Haiti, overlooking Cuba
I asked her what's her name, she said, 'Guantanamera'
Remind me of an old latin song, my uncle used to play
On his old forty-five when he used to be alive
She went from a young girl, to a grown woman
Like a Virgin, so she sex with no average mahn
Peep the figure, move like a caterpillar
Fly like a butterfly, let your soul feel her glide
Pac Woman better yet Space Invader
If your name was Chun-Li, we'd be playin Street Fighter
Penny for your thoughts, a nickel for your kiss
A dime if you tell me that you love me
[Chorus:]
Guantanamera
Hey yo, I'm standin at the bar with a, Cuban cigar
Guajila, Guantanamera
Yo, I think she's eyeing me from afar
Guan-tana-mera...
Guajila Guan-tana-mera...
[singing in Spanish, with Wyclef responses]
Soy una mujer, sincera
(I am a sincere woman)
Do you speak English?
De donde crecen las palmas
(From where the palm tree grows)
Can I buy you a drink?
Soy una mujer, sincera
(I am a sincere woman)
Uh-huh uh-huh uh-huh
De donde creeeeeeecen las palmas
(From where the palm tree grows)
You killin me
Y antes de morir, yo quiero
(And before I die, I want to)
..
cantar mis versos del alma
(sing the verses in my heart)
Te quiero mama, te quiero!!
Guantanamera
Aiyyo I'm standing at the bar with a, Cuban cigar
Guajila, Guantanamera
Hey yo John Forte, she's eyeing me from far
Guan-tana-mera...
Guajila Guan-tana-mera
[Verse Two: Lauryn Hill]
Yo, she was a rose in Spanish Harlem, mamacita beg your pardon
Make stakes at a faster rate then she fornicates
Pure traits of genius, Goddess of Black Venus
Crab niggaz angry cause they can't get between us
to no sele-xion, smooth complex-ion
The lexicon of Lexington, parents came from Cuba
Part Mexican, pure sweet, dimes fell to her feet
She like Movado, and shook her hips like Delgado
And broke niggaz down from the Grounds to Apollo
and then some, she took her act sent it to dim sum
And waited patiently while the businessmen come
Call late on purpose, got even politicians nervous
And made plans to infiltrate the street secret service
This gentle flower, fertility was her power
Sweet persona, Venus Flytrap primadonna
Que sera que sera she turned dinero to dinera
[Wyclef responds to singing again]
Guantanamera
Hey yo I'm standing at the bar with a, Cuban cigar
Guajila Guantanamera
Hey yo... I think she's eyein me from afar
Guan-tana-mera...
Guajila Guan-tana-mera...
4. Pablo Diablo (Interlude)
Lyrics to Pablo Diablo (Interlude) :
[Lawyer:] Your honor, I would like to call my first witness
to the stand. All the way from East L.A., your honor,
Pablo Diablo.
[Pablo:] Hey! Guantana mira. Hey, my lovin' is for everyone, man.
Do you know it reminds me of the summertime in the
bungalows of Spain, all night in the park.
Eh, you would hear your music. It would be on the eighth
floor, but the pongos they reach up there, man!
We used to keep the whole neighborhood up.
[Singing] Guantanamara!
[Lawyer:] Thank you, Pablo, for nothing. Jesus Christ,
what a moron. No further questions, your honor
[Lawyer:] Your honor, I would like to call my first witness
to the stand. All the way from East L.A., your honor,
Pablo Diablo.
[Pablo:] Hey! Guantana mira. Hey, my lovin' is for everyone, man.
Do you know it reminds me of the summertime in the
bungalows of Spain, all night in the park.
Eh, you would hear your music. It would be on the eighth
floor, but the pongos they reach up there, man!
We used to keep the whole neighborhood up.
[Singing] Guantanamara!
[Lawyer:] Thank you, Pablo, for nothing. Jesus Christ,
what a moron. No further questions, your honor
5. Bubblegoose
Lyrics to Bubblegoose :
[Intro: (1st half sung, 2nd half spoken)]
When I was young, Mama played a guitar
A microphone and she said I'd go far
She said, "Just keep all the lyrics hardcore"
Listen to my talk and get up, I'm on the corner with my...
Hey kids, gather around, it's Wyclef and Melky Sedeck
I got a story to tell, heeeeeeere we go
[Chorus: (sung)]
Sit right back and hear a tale of a hustler 'round my way
He used to clock around the block from where my grandma stayed
Black BMW with rims to match, windows bulletproof
One night, he jumped out the car
and caught a bullet in his bubblegoose
He caught a bullet in his bubblegoose
He caught a bullet in his bubblegoose
You can be at the party gettin' loose
But you can catch a bullet in your bubblegoose
[Verse 1:]
Hey yo, hey yo, my pen's in my hand, what should I write next?
Oh yeah, and if you don't know, success brings stress
I'm vexed, my phone rings, collect call from Jeff
The operator say, "If you accept, say yes"
"Yes, what's the deal, son?"
"Yo, I got bad news"
Yo, by the tone of his voice, I heard the ill street blues
"The friends will make you, then too can break you
They plan an execution like Fu Man Chu"
"Who?"
"You know the character from channel 5 kung-fu (wahoo)"
"Slow down, man, Jeff, I'm losin' you"
"Hey yo, your cousin Rohann..."
"Uh-huh"
"Who used to sell bang"
"Uh-huh"
"DT's found his hand in the back of Binnigans..."
"What?"
"In a plastic bag with a note attached"
"Saying what?"
"A million and a half or he won't be back"
"So meet me by the Brooklyn Bridge, 12:00 sharp"
"If not, at the funeral, you gotta play the harp"
Yo, why they wanna start and make me play my part?
Don't they know like Sting, I can turn this murder into art?
I jumped into my car, there's gotta be a joke
Traffic's backed up, who's in town, the Pope?
S-s-s-s-someone blew the horn, I turned and looked left
To my surprise, it was my sis, Melky Sedeck
[Repeat chorus]
[Verse 2:]
You're shootin' in the opposite position
I'm thiniin', "Should I fire or hold back on ammunition
On your wig transition?"
My mission, like Take 6, is to spread love
But all you screwed mugs got me wearin' black gloves
You up in my face, I see the fear in your eyes
You wanna feel the pain like a grown man gettin' circumcised
Shalom, shalom, pardon my left
But my right hand's on your throat, massaging you to death
You provoke the cycle, call Michael
You're lookin' in the mirror, well, I'm in your window, oh oh
You hear me Urkel, your blood will turn purple
Like the colour, you holler, ballin' for your mother
No-one hears you even though you knock
You used to walk around the block with the daily rock
Things done changed since your spark got hot
Now you got your knot wocked with your very own glock
[Chorus 2:]
Sit right back and hear a tale of a hustler 'round my way
He used to clock around the block from where my grandma stayed
Black BMW with rims to match, windows bulletproof
One night, he jumped out the car
and caught a bullet in his bubblegoose
He caught a bullet in his bubblegoose
He caught a bullet in his bubblegoose
You can be witcha girl gettin' loose
But you can catch a bullet in your goose
He caught a bullet in his bubblegoose
He caught a bullet in his bubblegoose
You can be at the party gettin' loose
But you can catch a bullet in your goose
[Intro: (1st half sung, 2nd half spoken)]
When I was young, Mama played a guitar
A microphone and she said I'd go far
She said, "Just keep all the lyrics hardcore"
Listen to my talk and get up, I'm on the corner with my...
Hey kids, gather around, it's Wyclef and Melky Sedeck
I got a story to tell, heeeeeeere we go
[Chorus: (sung)]
Sit right back and hear a tale of a hustler 'round my way
He used to clock around the block from where my grandma stayed
Black BMW with rims to match, windows bulletproof
One night, he jumped out the car
and caught a bullet in his bubblegoose
He caught a bullet in his bubblegoose
He caught a bullet in his bubblegoose
You can be at the party gettin' loose
But you can catch a bullet in your bubblegoose
[Verse 1:]
Hey yo, hey yo, my pen's in my hand, what should I write next?
Oh yeah, and if you don't know, success brings stress
I'm vexed, my phone rings, collect call from Jeff
The operator say, "If you accept, say yes"
"Yes, what's the deal, son?"
"Yo, I got bad news"
Yo, by the tone of his voice, I heard the ill street blues
"The friends will make you, then too can break you
They plan an execution like Fu Man Chu"
"Who?"
"You know the character from channel 5 kung-fu (wahoo)"
"Slow down, man, Jeff, I'm losin' you"
"Hey yo, your cousin Rohann..."
"Uh-huh"
"Who used to sell bang"
"Uh-huh"
"DT's found his hand in the back of Binnigans..."
"What?"
"In a plastic bag with a note attached"
"Saying what?"
"A million and a half or he won't be back"
"So meet me by the Brooklyn Bridge, 12:00 sharp"
"If not, at the funeral, you gotta play the harp"
Yo, why they wanna start and make me play my part?
Don't they know like Sting, I can turn this murder into art?
I jumped into my car, there's gotta be a joke
Traffic's backed up, who's in town, the Pope?
S-s-s-s-someone blew the horn, I turned and looked left
To my surprise, it was my sis, Melky Sedeck
[Repeat chorus]
[Verse 2:]
You're shootin' in the opposite position
I'm thiniin', "Should I fire or hold back on ammunition
On your wig transition?"
My mission, like Take 6, is to spread love
But all you screwed mugs got me wearin' black gloves
You up in my face, I see the fear in your eyes
You wanna feel the pain like a grown man gettin' circumcised
Shalom, shalom, pardon my left
But my right hand's on your throat, massaging you to death
You provoke the cycle, call Michael
You're lookin' in the mirror, well, I'm in your window, oh oh
You hear me Urkel, your blood will turn purple
Like the colour, you holler, ballin' for your mother
No-one hears you even though you knock
You used to walk around the block with the daily rock
Things done changed since your spark got hot
Now you got your knot wocked with your very own glock
[Chorus 2:]
Sit right back and hear a tale of a hustler 'round my way
He used to clock around the block from where my grandma stayed
Black BMW with rims to match, windows bulletproof
One night, he jumped out the car
and caught a bullet in his bubblegoose
He caught a bullet in his bubblegoose
He caught a bullet in his bubblegoose
You can be witcha girl gettin' loose
But you can catch a bullet in your goose
He caught a bullet in his bubblegoose
He caught a bullet in his bubblegoose
You can be at the party gettin' loose
But you can catch a bullet in your goose
6. Prelude (To All The Girls)
Lyrics to Prelude (To All The Girls) :
(Instrumental)
(Instrumental)
7. To All The Girls
Lyrics to To All The Girls :
[Intro:]
Yo, Wyclef, It's time that I confess (Refugee Camp) to all the girls
(Don't do it, don't do it)
[singing] To all the girls I loved before
[rapping] To all the girls I cheated on before
[singing] To all the girls I loved before
[Verse 1]
To all the girls I cheated on before, I tip my hat like Willie Nelson
You got pressure, take a sip of this Molson
Here's what happened, it wasn't my intentions
To fall into seduction while playing a temptation
I thought I had it figured out, but games don't last
The hourglass ran out, I got sprayed with the tear gas
Big men don't cry, hold my feelings inside
Stress brings me ?, I gotta hold my pride
When I see you with another guy, jealous thoughts of homicide
Call me selfish when I say Abraham has many wives
You say this is the 90's, either it's gonna be me or her
I found myself in a blur
Lookin' into the clouds thinkin' out loud
"I'm in love with two women, who is it gonna be now?"
[Chorus:]
To all the girls I cheated on before, it's a new year
I got a new change of gear, I swear
I can see clear now the clouds disappeared
You forgive but never forget, so the past reappears, uh huh
To all the girls I cheated on before, it's a new year
I got a new change of gear, I swear
I can see clear now the clouds disappeared
You forgive, but you still think that I'm a ho
[Verse 2:]
Second verse is gonna hurt, based on a true life story
I got married at 24 in New Jersey
You know the feelings start nature take it's course
Two years later 'Clef gets a divorce
When I had the cold feet, I shouldn't've walked the altar
With Dionne Warwick, she could predict my future
Went with my feelings even though it wasn't right
Creepin' with my secret lover in the middle of the night
Back home, break of dawn, dinner's at the table
Thin Line Between Love And Hate is on cable
I'm lookin' at myself thinkin' out loud
"I'm in love with two women, who is it gonna be now?"
[Repeat chorus]
[Break: (includes elements from Rapper's Delight)]
Hotel, (I'm not a) motel, Holiday Inn (you don't believe me though)
And if your girl acts up at the carnival, then you take her friend
Hotel, (I'm not a) motel, Holiday Inn (you don't believe me though)
And if your girl acts up at the carnival, then you snatch her friend
[Break it down right here]
[Verse 3:]
One love, you're lucky to have one love
It sounds bugged, drinking wine from the same jug
One heart, one mind, one soul
She ain't a gold digger, she don't care about your bank-roll
Keep your money, she make her own cheddar
All she want from me is respect like Aretha
Cooked me lasagne, stayed in for the winter
Chilled to the summer, now I'm gone 'til November
Have you seen her?
I think I did
But what I did wrong was take a love for granted
Cause first comes trust, don't rush into lust
Easier said than done, I lust and I must
Passion is a must, but then we start to cuss
We was just makin' love, now we tearing up each other's guts
Like species, she called me an animal
So feel the tongue of the warm-blooded mammal
[Repeat chorus]
[Outro:]
I'm not a ho [repeat and dimminuendo at the same time]
(You don't believe me though)
I know you're diggin' this
Is it OK if I play my guitar right about now, is it alright?
(You don't believe me though)
Alright (you don't believe me though), alright
People in the back, is it OK if I play my guitar right about now?
Alright, alright, alright, alright
People on the side, is it OK if I play my guitar right about now?
[Intro:]
Yo, Wyclef, It's time that I confess (Refugee Camp) to all the girls
(Don't do it, don't do it)
[singing] To all the girls I loved before
[rapping] To all the girls I cheated on before
[singing] To all the girls I loved before
[Verse 1]
To all the girls I cheated on before, I tip my hat like Willie Nelson
You got pressure, take a sip of this Molson
Here's what happened, it wasn't my intentions
To fall into seduction while playing a temptation
I thought I had it figured out, but games don't last
The hourglass ran out, I got sprayed with the tear gas
Big men don't cry, hold my feelings inside
Stress brings me ?, I gotta hold my pride
When I see you with another guy, jealous thoughts of homicide
Call me selfish when I say Abraham has many wives
You say this is the 90's, either it's gonna be me or her
I found myself in a blur
Lookin' into the clouds thinkin' out loud
"I'm in love with two women, who is it gonna be now?"
[Chorus:]
To all the girls I cheated on before, it's a new year
I got a new change of gear, I swear
I can see clear now the clouds disappeared
You forgive but never forget, so the past reappears, uh huh
To all the girls I cheated on before, it's a new year
I got a new change of gear, I swear
I can see clear now the clouds disappeared
You forgive, but you still think that I'm a ho
[Verse 2:]
Second verse is gonna hurt, based on a true life story
I got married at 24 in New Jersey
You know the feelings start nature take it's course
Two years later 'Clef gets a divorce
When I had the cold feet, I shouldn't've walked the altar
With Dionne Warwick, she could predict my future
Went with my feelings even though it wasn't right
Creepin' with my secret lover in the middle of the night
Back home, break of dawn, dinner's at the table
Thin Line Between Love And Hate is on cable
I'm lookin' at myself thinkin' out loud
"I'm in love with two women, who is it gonna be now?"
[Repeat chorus]
[Break: (includes elements from Rapper's Delight)]
Hotel, (I'm not a) motel, Holiday Inn (you don't believe me though)
And if your girl acts up at the carnival, then you take her friend
Hotel, (I'm not a) motel, Holiday Inn (you don't believe me though)
And if your girl acts up at the carnival, then you snatch her friend
[Break it down right here]
[Verse 3:]
One love, you're lucky to have one love
It sounds bugged, drinking wine from the same jug
One heart, one mind, one soul
She ain't a gold digger, she don't care about your bank-roll
Keep your money, she make her own cheddar
All she want from me is respect like Aretha
Cooked me lasagne, stayed in for the winter
Chilled to the summer, now I'm gone 'til November
Have you seen her?
I think I did
But what I did wrong was take a love for granted
Cause first comes trust, don't rush into lust
Easier said than done, I lust and I must
Passion is a must, but then we start to cuss
We was just makin' love, now we tearing up each other's guts
Like species, she called me an animal
So feel the tongue of the warm-blooded mammal
[Repeat chorus]
[Outro:]
I'm not a ho [repeat and dimminuendo at the same time]
(You don't believe me though)
I know you're diggin' this
Is it OK if I play my guitar right about now, is it alright?
(You don't believe me though)
Alright (you don't believe me though), alright
People in the back, is it OK if I play my guitar right about now?
Alright, alright, alright, alright
People on the side, is it OK if I play my guitar right about now?
8. Down Lo Ho
Lyrics to Down Lo Ho :
(Instrumental)
(Instrumental)
9. Anything Can Happen
Lyrics to Anything Can Happen :
[Intro:]
I got the skully to my face (hardcore)
I got the skully to my face (hardcore)
cause anything can happen at the Carnival
(Yo make room, make room, make room, MAKE ROOM, make room)
You can't stop the shining
Yo, don't slip Mike
You don't want to go there is all, trust me
I know your girl wit you, but you don't want to get embarassed
Trust me
[Chorus:]
Yo, when you're rolling to the Carnival, anything can happen
What, what, say what, say what, anything can happen
Making love to your girlfriend, anything can happen
What? Say what, say what, anything can happen
She's sleepin wit your best friend cause anything can happen
Wh-a-at? Say what, say what, anything can happen
You roll down the block, come back with your gat
and POW, cause anything can happen
[Verse One:]
Feel this composition, it's a brand new dub
First thing I did, was went to the pub
Tequila with worm, lemon, salt, and no rocks
Cause when it hits my chest -- it gots to be hot
Uh haha, stop, 'Clef can I rock, yo
Get out the bathroom, let me go again from the top
Feel this composition, I wrote it in the tub
First thing I did, was went to the pub
Tequila with worm, lemon, salt, and no rocks
Cause when it hits my chest -- it gots to be hot
Ahhh, stop, 'Clef can I rock
I'd like to give a shout out to my people on the block
For you Silly Willy playin thug cartoon
My infrared scope got your movements on zoom
Boom new toon, write songs in my room
Sleeping with the bride, even though I ain't the groom
Your husband assume, come back with his goons
Put me in the trunk on your way to your honeymoon
Radio my platoon, Wyclef to Sev'
'I hear them playing Elvis, they on they way to Graceland
But they don't scare me, I'm in the trunk, I ain't sorry
Natural born killer, who slept with the enemy'
Think quick, what should I do, what did double-oh-seven do?
I pulled a bomb from my shoe (hahahahaha)
And exploded the trunk (blaooww) I woke up half drunk
Over looked by a bunch of gypsies wit a bag of skunk
[Chorus:]
You got the skully to your face, star, anything can happen
What, what, say what, say what, anything can happen
Sellin crack in the corner, man, anything can happen
What? Say what, say what anything can happen
I just got laid off, anything can happen
What, what, say what, say what, anything can happen
You don't wanna go there, cause anything can happen
What, what, say what, say what, anything can happen
[Verse Two:]
Aiyyo, anything can happen, you can't stop the shining
You lookin at my watch, but my mind's really the diamond
Nine to the Seven, you better off steppin
When I'm writin with my pen, it turns into a lethal weapon (Ding!)
Take this lesson, to your next session
I suggest, you practice with the freshman
Sophomore, junior, then come check the senior
By then I would have graduated from the school of ruckus
Wyclef and Jerry Wonder, last of the producers
If the royalty ain't right, I put a call to Donny Eina
But always stay humble went from bummy to neat
Cause money break groups up like the Five Heartbeats
Don't get souped cause you, pushin a Coupe
Next year you on foot, runnin from a lawsuit
For example, I know I'm nice, I don't front it
Least anticipated, to the most wanted
Yeah, that's me in the spotlight
With a mic and a guitar, like M.O.P., I like it raw
[Chorus:]
Yo, when you're rollin to the Carnival, anything can happen
What, what, say what, say what, anything can happen
Every man got disciples, anything can happen
What, what, say what, say what, anything can happen
Its all about survival man, anything can happen
Hah, say what, say what, anything can happen
You lookin at me wrong, man, anything can happen
What, what, say what, say what, anything can happen
Will the Knicks win the championship this year?
Say what, say what, anything can happen
Will we find some peace of mind this year?
Say what, say what, anything can happen
You ready for the revolution this year?
Say what, say what, anything can happen
Will you make love with no condom this year?
No no, no no, that will never happen
The record is not over yet
The record is not over yet
The record is not over yet
Where the ladies at? Put yo' hands in the air!
And for the ladies, we won't play you
If you proud, shake what yo mama gave you, hey!
Whether your fat or slim, bubble your ting
Fellas if you need help, use ginseng
And for the ladies, we won't play you
If you fat, shake what yo mama gave you, hey!
Whether your fat or slim, bubble your ting
ReFugee thugs hang at the roller rink
Roller skatin baby
Carnival (Make room, for the Carnival, make room)
And it don't, nine-seven to infinity
Rest in Peace, Rest in Peace
And the record is not over yet, the record is not over yet
It is not, the record [fades out]
[Intro:]
I got the skully to my face (hardcore)
I got the skully to my face (hardcore)
cause anything can happen at the Carnival
(Yo make room, make room, make room, MAKE ROOM, make room)
You can't stop the shining
Yo, don't slip Mike
You don't want to go there is all, trust me
I know your girl wit you, but you don't want to get embarassed
Trust me
[Chorus:]
Yo, when you're rolling to the Carnival, anything can happen
What, what, say what, say what, anything can happen
Making love to your girlfriend, anything can happen
What? Say what, say what, anything can happen
She's sleepin wit your best friend cause anything can happen
Wh-a-at? Say what, say what, anything can happen
You roll down the block, come back with your gat
and POW, cause anything can happen
[Verse One:]
Feel this composition, it's a brand new dub
First thing I did, was went to the pub
Tequila with worm, lemon, salt, and no rocks
Cause when it hits my chest -- it gots to be hot
Uh haha, stop, 'Clef can I rock, yo
Get out the bathroom, let me go again from the top
Feel this composition, I wrote it in the tub
First thing I did, was went to the pub
Tequila with worm, lemon, salt, and no rocks
Cause when it hits my chest -- it gots to be hot
Ahhh, stop, 'Clef can I rock
I'd like to give a shout out to my people on the block
For you Silly Willy playin thug cartoon
My infrared scope got your movements on zoom
Boom new toon, write songs in my room
Sleeping with the bride, even though I ain't the groom
Your husband assume, come back with his goons
Put me in the trunk on your way to your honeymoon
Radio my platoon, Wyclef to Sev'
'I hear them playing Elvis, they on they way to Graceland
But they don't scare me, I'm in the trunk, I ain't sorry
Natural born killer, who slept with the enemy'
Think quick, what should I do, what did double-oh-seven do?
I pulled a bomb from my shoe (hahahahaha)
And exploded the trunk (blaooww) I woke up half drunk
Over looked by a bunch of gypsies wit a bag of skunk
[Chorus:]
You got the skully to your face, star, anything can happen
What, what, say what, say what, anything can happen
Sellin crack in the corner, man, anything can happen
What? Say what, say what anything can happen
I just got laid off, anything can happen
What, what, say what, say what, anything can happen
You don't wanna go there, cause anything can happen
What, what, say what, say what, anything can happen
[Verse Two:]
Aiyyo, anything can happen, you can't stop the shining
You lookin at my watch, but my mind's really the diamond
Nine to the Seven, you better off steppin
When I'm writin with my pen, it turns into a lethal weapon (Ding!)
Take this lesson, to your next session
I suggest, you practice with the freshman
Sophomore, junior, then come check the senior
By then I would have graduated from the school of ruckus
Wyclef and Jerry Wonder, last of the producers
If the royalty ain't right, I put a call to Donny Eina
But always stay humble went from bummy to neat
Cause money break groups up like the Five Heartbeats
Don't get souped cause you, pushin a Coupe
Next year you on foot, runnin from a lawsuit
For example, I know I'm nice, I don't front it
Least anticipated, to the most wanted
Yeah, that's me in the spotlight
With a mic and a guitar, like M.O.P., I like it raw
[Chorus:]
Yo, when you're rollin to the Carnival, anything can happen
What, what, say what, say what, anything can happen
Every man got disciples, anything can happen
What, what, say what, say what, anything can happen
Its all about survival man, anything can happen
Hah, say what, say what, anything can happen
You lookin at me wrong, man, anything can happen
What, what, say what, say what, anything can happen
Will the Knicks win the championship this year?
Say what, say what, anything can happen
Will we find some peace of mind this year?
Say what, say what, anything can happen
You ready for the revolution this year?
Say what, say what, anything can happen
Will you make love with no condom this year?
No no, no no, that will never happen
The record is not over yet
The record is not over yet
The record is not over yet
Where the ladies at? Put yo' hands in the air!
And for the ladies, we won't play you
If you proud, shake what yo mama gave you, hey!
Whether your fat or slim, bubble your ting
Fellas if you need help, use ginseng
And for the ladies, we won't play you
If you fat, shake what yo mama gave you, hey!
Whether your fat or slim, bubble your ting
ReFugee thugs hang at the roller rink
Roller skatin baby
Carnival (Make room, for the Carnival, make room)
And it don't, nine-seven to infinity
Rest in Peace, Rest in Peace
And the record is not over yet, the record is not over yet
It is not, the record [fades out]
10. Gone 'Til November
Lyrics to Gone 'Til November :
[Intro: (spoken)]
I dedicate this record, "The Carnival" to all you brothers takin' long
trips down south, Virginia, Baltimore, all around the world, and your
girl gets this message that you ain't comin' back. She's sittin' back
in the room, the lights are off, she's cryin', and then my voice comes in
POW!, in the middle of the night, and this is what I told her for you
[Chorus: (sung)]
Every time I make a run, girl, you turn around and cry
I ask myself why, oh why
See, you must understand, I can't work a 9 to 5
So I'll be gone 'til November
Said I'll be gone 'til November, I'll be gone 'til November
Yo, tell my girl, yo, I'll be gone 'til November
I'll be gone 'til November, I'll be gone 'til November
Yo, tell my girl, yo, I'll be gone 'til November
January, February, March, April, May
I see you cryin', but girl, I can't stay
I'll be gone 'til November, I'll be gone 'til November
And give a kiss to my mother
[Verse 1: (sung)]
When I come back, there'll be no need to clock
I'll have enough money to buy out blocks
Tell my brother, "Go to school in September"
So he won't mess up in summer school in the summer
Tell my cousin, Jerry, wear his condom
If you don't wear condom, you'll see a red lump
Woh oh oh oh
You sucker MC's, you got no flow
I heard your style, you're s-o s-o
[Repeat chorus]
[Verse 2: (rap)]
I had to flip nuttin' and turn it into somethin'
Hip-hop turns to the future rock when I smash a punk (BING!)
Commit treason, then I'll have a reason to hunt you down
It's only right, it's rappin' season
Yeah, you with the loud voice, posin' like you're top choice
Your voice, I'll make a hearse out of your Rolls Royce
Besides, I got my girl to remember
And I'll commit it that I'll be back in November
[Repeat chorus]
I know the hustle's hard, but we gotta enterprise, the carnival
[Intro: (spoken)]
I dedicate this record, "The Carnival" to all you brothers takin' long
trips down south, Virginia, Baltimore, all around the world, and your
girl gets this message that you ain't comin' back. She's sittin' back
in the room, the lights are off, she's cryin', and then my voice comes in
POW!, in the middle of the night, and this is what I told her for you
[Chorus: (sung)]
Every time I make a run, girl, you turn around and cry
I ask myself why, oh why
See, you must understand, I can't work a 9 to 5
So I'll be gone 'til November
Said I'll be gone 'til November, I'll be gone 'til November
Yo, tell my girl, yo, I'll be gone 'til November
I'll be gone 'til November, I'll be gone 'til November
Yo, tell my girl, yo, I'll be gone 'til November
January, February, March, April, May
I see you cryin', but girl, I can't stay
I'll be gone 'til November, I'll be gone 'til November
And give a kiss to my mother
[Verse 1: (sung)]
When I come back, there'll be no need to clock
I'll have enough money to buy out blocks
Tell my brother, "Go to school in September"
So he won't mess up in summer school in the summer
Tell my cousin, Jerry, wear his condom
If you don't wear condom, you'll see a red lump
Woh oh oh oh
You sucker MC's, you got no flow
I heard your style, you're s-o s-o
[Repeat chorus]
[Verse 2: (rap)]
I had to flip nuttin' and turn it into somethin'
Hip-hop turns to the future rock when I smash a punk (BING!)
Commit treason, then I'll have a reason to hunt you down
It's only right, it's rappin' season
Yeah, you with the loud voice, posin' like you're top choice
Your voice, I'll make a hearse out of your Rolls Royce
Besides, I got my girl to remember
And I'll commit it that I'll be back in November
[Repeat chorus]
I know the hustle's hard, but we gotta enterprise, the carnival
11. Words Of Wisdom (Interlude)
Lyrics to Words Of Wisdom (Interlude) :
[Wyclef:]
Hello, boys and girls.
Welcome, to Wyclef Words of Wisdom.
Have you ever been sitting in your
house at two o'clock in the morning
and you get a mysterious phone
call from a girl that you don't know?
(A female begins talking sexy)
Now, hold on, think with your mind
and not with your pistol.
Cause if you invite her over
this is what might happen:
Rape! Rape!
Rape! Rape!
Rape! Rape!
(What the... Yo, yo, yo...shit!)
Rape! Rape!
Rape! Rape!
Rape! Rape!
[Cop:] Freeze! Put your hands in the air!
[Wyclef:] Officer, you don't understand.
She called me. I was sleeping.
I was minding my business.
[Cop:] I don't give a flying f**k
about two bits about a piss.
You're fuckin' guilty.
(Yes, yes)
[Wyclef:] Nobody's protected
[Wyclef:]
Hello, boys and girls.
Welcome, to Wyclef Words of Wisdom.
Have you ever been sitting in your
house at two o'clock in the morning
and you get a mysterious phone
call from a girl that you don't know?
(A female begins talking sexy)
Now, hold on, think with your mind
and not with your pistol.
Cause if you invite her over
this is what might happen:
Rape! Rape!
Rape! Rape!
Rape! Rape!
(What the... Yo, yo, yo...shit!)
Rape! Rape!
Rape! Rape!
Rape! Rape!
[Cop:] Freeze! Put your hands in the air!
[Wyclef:] Officer, you don't understand.
She called me. I was sleeping.
I was minding my business.
[Cop:] I don't give a flying f**k
about two bits about a piss.
You're fuckin' guilty.
(Yes, yes)
[Wyclef:] Nobody's protected
12. Year Of The Dragon
Lyrics to Year Of The Dragon :
(feat. Lauryn Hill)
[Intro:]
[sirens] Yo yes yes yo. Lock your door. Die die die [x6]
[Wyclef:]
I remember comin' from Hati growin' up in Brooklyn
One Flat Bush got my first sneakers tooken
Learn the game quick so I got my first device
Mom move to Jersey so we could get a better life
But little did she know a ghetto is a ghetto
Good time found myself like Jimmy Walker sayin' "Cello"
[Lauryn:]
Yellow cheese bus gettin' beatings if I cuss
Lay away another day in stripped Lees and letegrays
But the lyrical bomber momma tried to stop
Paranoid cause this boy around my neighborhood got shot
Name plate hair straight metal braces on my teeth
Fat laces on my feet when crack first hits the streets
[Wyclef:]
I use to push up on a girl Salt 'N' Peppa Push It Push It
D's in school cause the music was my focus
Jokes in class but when I learned I didn't pass
I knew it was it was I disagree with my mothers leather lash
Belt buckle said Nelly Nel similar to Melle Mel
Hits the third rail Beat Street made Gazzels sells
[Lauryn:]
As the tale gets poetic watch the streets turn magnetic
To wind up all these rapists alleged
Hang out in hooky places watch streets corners turn to oasis
Young men aspire to be Scarfaces
[Hook:]
In the year of the dragon lots of men disappear
Quiet as it's kept they won't be around next year
[Wyclef talking:]
Yo yo watch out for the black van. Yo yo (last days last days) planes
exploding yo close your door yo nobody's safe. Halloween. October 31. Yo
close your
door yo kids are disappearing. Yo
[Wyclef:]
Late at night the light was bright on the ave
I went to pick up cash from my cousin little Kev
He told me Joe had a dream in jail he got steamed
His wife became a fiend fuckin' little Raheim
Damn, drugs will make you do terrible things
He told me when he get out he's murdering by any means
The day came I saw him on the train
He pulled his gun and aimed and started firing like the son of Kane
I saw civilians runnin' for their life
Like the devil on judgement night running from Christ
Ice and Armarretto please as I fell to my knees
Being shot by Ferguson the vigilante
[Hook]
[Wyclef talking:]
So CNN know what I'm sayin? Ferguson is at court and he's his own lawyer
you know mean what's goin' on. Talk to me. These are definitely the last days.
Jewish calendar has already arrived the year 2000. Watch ya back watch ya
back watch ya back DIE DIE DIE DIE
[Lauryn:]
Clef it kind of remind me of this chick I once knew
Use to be a dime now she's strung out in Bellevue
See the serpent played tricks run game like the Knicks
Build you up just to lose the championship.
I seen her reminisce over Wu-Tang could It Be that Simple
She lost her Prince cause there were Thieves In the Temple
Tragic depression made her lose all her teeth
Lost and turned out gave her body to the streets
Sweet Mary don't you weep
Still water runs deep
So be careful of the company you keep
[Hook]
[Wyclef talking:]
Yo I'm frustrated you kno what I'mean? Use to work at McDonalds just got
fired.
If I get in I'm sprayin' everybody the boss the manager yo these are
definitely the last days. Yo here he comes with his gun yo duck duck. Black
Panther yo nobody's protected. Yo 6-6-6 watch your back don't get caught in
the rapture yo AIDS, Moses the plaque watch your back. Pharoah let my people
go.
Yo watch your back. Last days. Last days. Nobody's protected. Yo my little
sister is Rosey Sharen. Yo yo nobody's protected. Not even Rosey Sharen.
Nobody's protected. Yo you come try to get my sister I'm a get you first.
I'm a be driving a hearse. Cause nobody's protected
(feat. Lauryn Hill)
[Intro:]
[sirens] Yo yes yes yo. Lock your door. Die die die [x6]
[Wyclef:]
I remember comin' from Hati growin' up in Brooklyn
One Flat Bush got my first sneakers tooken
Learn the game quick so I got my first device
Mom move to Jersey so we could get a better life
But little did she know a ghetto is a ghetto
Good time found myself like Jimmy Walker sayin' "Cello"
[Lauryn:]
Yellow cheese bus gettin' beatings if I cuss
Lay away another day in stripped Lees and letegrays
But the lyrical bomber momma tried to stop
Paranoid cause this boy around my neighborhood got shot
Name plate hair straight metal braces on my teeth
Fat laces on my feet when crack first hits the streets
[Wyclef:]
I use to push up on a girl Salt 'N' Peppa Push It Push It
D's in school cause the music was my focus
Jokes in class but when I learned I didn't pass
I knew it was it was I disagree with my mothers leather lash
Belt buckle said Nelly Nel similar to Melle Mel
Hits the third rail Beat Street made Gazzels sells
[Lauryn:]
As the tale gets poetic watch the streets turn magnetic
To wind up all these rapists alleged
Hang out in hooky places watch streets corners turn to oasis
Young men aspire to be Scarfaces
[Hook:]
In the year of the dragon lots of men disappear
Quiet as it's kept they won't be around next year
[Wyclef talking:]
Yo yo watch out for the black van. Yo yo (last days last days) planes
exploding yo close your door yo nobody's safe. Halloween. October 31. Yo
close your
door yo kids are disappearing. Yo
[Wyclef:]
Late at night the light was bright on the ave
I went to pick up cash from my cousin little Kev
He told me Joe had a dream in jail he got steamed
His wife became a fiend fuckin' little Raheim
Damn, drugs will make you do terrible things
He told me when he get out he's murdering by any means
The day came I saw him on the train
He pulled his gun and aimed and started firing like the son of Kane
I saw civilians runnin' for their life
Like the devil on judgement night running from Christ
Ice and Armarretto please as I fell to my knees
Being shot by Ferguson the vigilante
[Hook]
[Wyclef talking:]
So CNN know what I'm sayin? Ferguson is at court and he's his own lawyer
you know mean what's goin' on. Talk to me. These are definitely the last days.
Jewish calendar has already arrived the year 2000. Watch ya back watch ya
back watch ya back DIE DIE DIE DIE
[Lauryn:]
Clef it kind of remind me of this chick I once knew
Use to be a dime now she's strung out in Bellevue
See the serpent played tricks run game like the Knicks
Build you up just to lose the championship.
I seen her reminisce over Wu-Tang could It Be that Simple
She lost her Prince cause there were Thieves In the Temple
Tragic depression made her lose all her teeth
Lost and turned out gave her body to the streets
Sweet Mary don't you weep
Still water runs deep
So be careful of the company you keep
[Hook]
[Wyclef talking:]
Yo I'm frustrated you kno what I'mean? Use to work at McDonalds just got
fired.
If I get in I'm sprayin' everybody the boss the manager yo these are
definitely the last days. Yo here he comes with his gun yo duck duck. Black
Panther yo nobody's protected. Yo 6-6-6 watch your back don't get caught in
the rapture yo AIDS, Moses the plaque watch your back. Pharoah let my people
go.
Yo watch your back. Last days. Last days. Nobody's protected. Yo my little
sister is Rosey Sharen. Yo yo nobody's protected. Not even Rosey Sharen.
Nobody's protected. Yo you come try to get my sister I'm a get you first.
I'm a be driving a hearse. Cause nobody's protected
13. Sang Fezi
Lyrics to Sang Fezi :
(feat. Lauryn Hill)
[Chorus]
Ki ayisien kap di'm map mache New-York san fezi
(Which haitian says i walk in New-York without a gun)
Mwen di ou messie nou menti
(I tell you man y'all lying)
Le bum yo ginbe ou yo devore ou se le ou mouri police vini
(When the bum catches you they eat you up it's when you die the police comes)
Mwen di ou messie nou menti
(I tell you man y'all lying)
Penden'm kanpe sou flatbush mwen woue on police ap vini
(While standing on flatbush i saw the a cop comin')
Li di mwen map vann drog
(He said i'm selling drug)
mwen di mon che ou menti
(I told man you're lying)
Li vin pou'l vin cheke'm mwen di mwen pa gen anyen
(He came to check me out i told him i had nothing)
Se nan yon ti bal mwen tapwal la pou' cheke on ti zen
(I was going to a party to check the 411)
Big up big up phantom mwen renmen tabou combo
(Big up big up phantom (haitian band) i like tabou combo (another band)
Se sak fe depwim nan bal la mwen mande kote moun yo
(That's if i'm in the bal i ask where's the poeple)
Timtim bwa sek mwen couri lem ouvri pot
(Timtim bwa sek (creole salute) i ran to open the door)
Nan yon cimitie pase mwen woue on tet san kok
(In a cemetery cause i saw i head without a rooster)
A b c d f g si`ou vle batay se danje
(A b c d f g) if you wanna fight it's danger
Mem si ou kon jwe foutbol denie gol lan se pou pele
(Even if could play soccer the last goal if for pele (brazilian soccer player)
Pa joure manmam, manmam se kreol
(Don't diss my mom, my mom is creole)
Fesi'm se bousol
(My gun guides me)
Kompa'm se lakol
(My direction sticks)
Original ayisieeennnn kwa de boukeeee
(Original haitian Croix-des-Bouquets (Wyclef's town)
Gen neg ki pense brooklyn'm fet ayiti'm fet kwa de bouke kwa de bouke
(Some niggers thinks i was born in brooklyn, i was in Haiti in Croix-des-Bouquets)
Tande
(Listen)
[Chorus]
Prezidan mwen pa vle prezidan ou
(President, i don't wanna be your president)
Wase mikrofon nan mwen se gouveman ou
(Give me the microphone i become your goverment)
Bon nom'm se Wyclef yo rele'm fanfan
(My real name's wyclef they call me fanfan)
Mwen gen on ti se yo rele roz salon
(I have a little sister that is called roz salon)
Mwen yon cheval ki vole chak swa
(I got a horse who flys every night)
Mwen gen cheve pwav mwen pa vle cheve soi
(I got a nappy head i don't have silky hair)
Bad boy ayisien ki soti en ayiti
(Haitian bad boy straight from Haiti)
Depui mwen gen pwoblem mwen rale ouzi
(If got a problem i pull a uzi)
Le mal lekol ameriken te kon joure'm
(When i went to school american's used to diss me)
Yo relem neg nwe yo relem ti refijie
(They called black black person they called a little refugee)
Jan yo pale mwen woue yo pa civilise
(The way they talked i saw they where not civilised)
Jan yo pale mwen woue yo pa kon bon djie
(The way they talked i saw they didn't know god)
45 bo kotem plis mwen gen de pie kole
(45 by my side plus i got bot feet together)
si on neg teste'm mape pete de gren zie'l
(If a black person test me i'm gonna stab his eyes)
Orijinal ayitien ki soti jerizalem
(Original haitian straight from jerusalem)
Si on neg teste'm ane sa a ou pap oue nwel
(If a black person tests me you wont see christmas this year)
[Chorus]
Tande
(Listen)
[man's voice]
Kote moun yo mwen pa woue moun yo
(Where's the poeple i don't see the poeple)
[Lauryn]
Then you should know
That one day we are gone
So keep your head to the sky
See the path we refuse is the path we should choose
They wont take the world when you die
Ayitien tiree
(Haitian fire)
Leve le men leve le men chante chante
(Hands up hands up sing sing)
Yon bagay yo di'm fi petyon vil pa vle neg ki gen cheve pwav mwen gen cheve pwav
(They told me something girls from Petion-Ville don't want nigga's
with nappy heads well i've got a nappy head)
(feat. Lauryn Hill)
[Chorus]
Ki ayisien kap di'm map mache New-York san fezi
(Which haitian says i walk in New-York without a gun)
Mwen di ou messie nou menti
(I tell you man y'all lying)
Le bum yo ginbe ou yo devore ou se le ou mouri police vini
(When the bum catches you they eat you up it's when you die the police comes)
Mwen di ou messie nou menti
(I tell you man y'all lying)
Penden'm kanpe sou flatbush mwen woue on police ap vini
(While standing on flatbush i saw the a cop comin')
Li di mwen map vann drog
(He said i'm selling drug)
mwen di mon che ou menti
(I told man you're lying)
Li vin pou'l vin cheke'm mwen di mwen pa gen anyen
(He came to check me out i told him i had nothing)
Se nan yon ti bal mwen tapwal la pou' cheke on ti zen
(I was going to a party to check the 411)
Big up big up phantom mwen renmen tabou combo
(Big up big up phantom (haitian band) i like tabou combo (another band)
Se sak fe depwim nan bal la mwen mande kote moun yo
(That's if i'm in the bal i ask where's the poeple)
Timtim bwa sek mwen couri lem ouvri pot
(Timtim bwa sek (creole salute) i ran to open the door)
Nan yon cimitie pase mwen woue on tet san kok
(In a cemetery cause i saw i head without a rooster)
A b c d f g si`ou vle batay se danje
(A b c d f g) if you wanna fight it's danger
Mem si ou kon jwe foutbol denie gol lan se pou pele
(Even if could play soccer the last goal if for pele (brazilian soccer player)
Pa joure manmam, manmam se kreol
(Don't diss my mom, my mom is creole)
Fesi'm se bousol
(My gun guides me)
Kompa'm se lakol
(My direction sticks)
Original ayisieeennnn kwa de boukeeee
(Original haitian Croix-des-Bouquets (Wyclef's town)
Gen neg ki pense brooklyn'm fet ayiti'm fet kwa de bouke kwa de bouke
(Some niggers thinks i was born in brooklyn, i was in Haiti in Croix-des-Bouquets)
Tande
(Listen)
[Chorus]
Prezidan mwen pa vle prezidan ou
(President, i don't wanna be your president)
Wase mikrofon nan mwen se gouveman ou
(Give me the microphone i become your goverment)
Bon nom'm se Wyclef yo rele'm fanfan
(My real name's wyclef they call me fanfan)
Mwen gen on ti se yo rele roz salon
(I have a little sister that is called roz salon)
Mwen yon cheval ki vole chak swa
(I got a horse who flys every night)
Mwen gen cheve pwav mwen pa vle cheve soi
(I got a nappy head i don't have silky hair)
Bad boy ayisien ki soti en ayiti
(Haitian bad boy straight from Haiti)
Depui mwen gen pwoblem mwen rale ouzi
(If got a problem i pull a uzi)
Le mal lekol ameriken te kon joure'm
(When i went to school american's used to diss me)
Yo relem neg nwe yo relem ti refijie
(They called black black person they called a little refugee)
Jan yo pale mwen woue yo pa civilise
(The way they talked i saw they where not civilised)
Jan yo pale mwen woue yo pa kon bon djie
(The way they talked i saw they didn't know god)
45 bo kotem plis mwen gen de pie kole
(45 by my side plus i got bot feet together)
si on neg teste'm mape pete de gren zie'l
(If a black person test me i'm gonna stab his eyes)
Orijinal ayitien ki soti jerizalem
(Original haitian straight from jerusalem)
Si on neg teste'm ane sa a ou pap oue nwel
(If a black person tests me you wont see christmas this year)
[Chorus]
Tande
(Listen)
[man's voice]
Kote moun yo mwen pa woue moun yo
(Where's the poeple i don't see the poeple)
[Lauryn]
Then you should know
That one day we are gone
So keep your head to the sky
See the path we refuse is the path we should choose
They wont take the world when you die
Ayitien tiree
(Haitian fire)
Leve le men leve le men chante chante
(Hands up hands up sing sing)
Yon bagay yo di'm fi petyon vil pa vle neg ki gen cheve pwav mwen gen cheve pwav
(They told me something girls from Petion-Ville don't want nigga's
with nappy heads well i've got a nappy head)
14. Fresh (Interlude)
Lyrics to Fresh Interlude :
Yo yo, this Wyclef, alongside DJ Skribble (for the ladies)
Yo Skribble I have one question
Could you please answer this for me?
I gotta know this yo
What makes a DJ [cut and scratched] "fresh"
What makes an MC [cut and scratch] "fresh"
What makes the ReFugees [scratch] "fresh"
Why are kids getting jealous?
Cause we F, R, E, S, H
Fresh, fresh, fresh, that's, fresh!
F, R, E, S, H
Fresh, fresh, fresh, that's, fresh!
Hey you, player, with the dibble and the dabble
You wanna battle who? Wyclef or DJ Skribble
Hold the stickup it's a freestyle session
Skribble where you from man [scratched] "Long Island"
Well I'm from Haiti, then Brooklyn, then Jersey
with a universal tag, plus I got [scratched] "money in the bag"
You slept on this musician, plus the hip-hop art
Bring your best MC's [scratched] "What?"
Cause every man got disciples if you ever want a rival
Show up, with a mic, and a rifle
Wyclef stuck the bank at mid-day
and took all of Sony money, in a black van he got away
I just got a call from Tommy Mottola
He said forget about it "oh my word"
So I held John Agrassia, at gunpoint
He's shook, callin Donny Aiena, while smokin a joint
I said, 'Who's the informer?' They say, 'Michael Malden'
I had to take him out "Three the hard way!"
The moral of this story don't blame the record company
If your record ain't selling you lack creativity
But what you want me to say? What what you want me to say huh?
Yo I've been trying to get a deal for, years and it ain't
What you want me to say?
[cut and scratched] "hehehehehehe"
[cut and scratched] "ju-ju-just shut up"
[cut and scratched] "Bite it!"
[mix the above three]
"And I'll kill anyone, who dares to go against me!"
Yo yo, this Wyclef, alongside DJ Skribble (for the ladies)
Yo Skribble I have one question
Could you please answer this for me?
I gotta know this yo
What makes a DJ [cut and scratched] "fresh"
What makes an MC [cut and scratch] "fresh"
What makes the ReFugees [scratch] "fresh"
Why are kids getting jealous?
Cause we F, R, E, S, H
Fresh, fresh, fresh, that's, fresh!
F, R, E, S, H
Fresh, fresh, fresh, that's, fresh!
Hey you, player, with the dibble and the dabble
You wanna battle who? Wyclef or DJ Skribble
Hold the stickup it's a freestyle session
Skribble where you from man [scratched] "Long Island"
Well I'm from Haiti, then Brooklyn, then Jersey
with a universal tag, plus I got [scratched] "money in the bag"
You slept on this musician, plus the hip-hop art
Bring your best MC's [scratched] "What?"
Cause every man got disciples if you ever want a rival
Show up, with a mic, and a rifle
Wyclef stuck the bank at mid-day
and took all of Sony money, in a black van he got away
I just got a call from Tommy Mottola
He said forget about it "oh my word"
So I held John Agrassia, at gunpoint
He's shook, callin Donny Aiena, while smokin a joint
I said, 'Who's the informer?' They say, 'Michael Malden'
I had to take him out "Three the hard way!"
The moral of this story don't blame the record company
If your record ain't selling you lack creativity
But what you want me to say? What what you want me to say huh?
Yo I've been trying to get a deal for, years and it ain't
What you want me to say?
[cut and scratched] "hehehehehehe"
[cut and scratched] "ju-ju-just shut up"
[cut and scratched] "Bite it!"
[mix the above three]
"And I'll kill anyone, who dares to go against me!"
15. Mona Lisa
Lyrics to Mona Lisa :
(feat. Neville Brothers)
[Introduction]
Yo Mona Lisa, could I get a date on Friday and if your busy, I
wouldn't mind taking Saturday.
[Wyclef Talking]
Right about now, if you are in your jeep. Please turn up your radio.
If you don't have a Jeep, and you have a little hooptie I still want
you to crank up your volume.
We want all the ladies to sit back, relax, let your hair out.
Wyclef presents the Neville Brothers in the house tonight.
[Neville's Singing]
I know a girl, she ruled my world.
Whatever I need, she supplied.
Living in paradise.
She ruled my heart, till death do we part.
(Her love was like esctasy)
[Chorus]
Atleast thats how I thought it would be.
(So Neville brothers what you telling me)
Atleast that how I thought it would be
(One question, what was her name)
Mona Lisa, you called my name.
Laid it apart but I did not respond
And you ask me what I am thinking of
In the morning I'll be gone, no more loving after dawn.
No longer we can share the love that was never there.
When the moon has lost its light.
And the stars no longer bright
And no longer can we share, the love that was never there.
(Ain't no need to cry girl. Its gonna be alright)
Girl don't you cry.
(Girl don't you cry)
Please dry your eyes
All you ever been was faithful in my life.
So I apologize
I hope the future brings us back together.
Atleast that's how I thought it would be.
Atleast that's how I thought it would be.
(Yo, neville brothers. What was her name)
[Repeat Chorus]
[Wyclef speaking]
Right about now if you are in dance, I want you to hold your girl
real tight. We got the neville brothers in the house tonight. Along
side Wyclef, you know how we do it. I want to apologize to you. I
never wrote a love song. This is my first one
(feat. Neville Brothers)
[Introduction]
Yo Mona Lisa, could I get a date on Friday and if your busy, I
wouldn't mind taking Saturday.
[Wyclef Talking]
Right about now, if you are in your jeep. Please turn up your radio.
If you don't have a Jeep, and you have a little hooptie I still want
you to crank up your volume.
We want all the ladies to sit back, relax, let your hair out.
Wyclef presents the Neville Brothers in the house tonight.
[Neville's Singing]
I know a girl, she ruled my world.
Whatever I need, she supplied.
Living in paradise.
She ruled my heart, till death do we part.
(Her love was like esctasy)
[Chorus]
Atleast thats how I thought it would be.
(So Neville brothers what you telling me)
Atleast that how I thought it would be
(One question, what was her name)
Mona Lisa, you called my name.
Laid it apart but I did not respond
And you ask me what I am thinking of
In the morning I'll be gone, no more loving after dawn.
No longer we can share the love that was never there.
When the moon has lost its light.
And the stars no longer bright
And no longer can we share, the love that was never there.
(Ain't no need to cry girl. Its gonna be alright)
Girl don't you cry.
(Girl don't you cry)
Please dry your eyes
All you ever been was faithful in my life.
So I apologize
I hope the future brings us back together.
Atleast that's how I thought it would be.
Atleast that's how I thought it would be.
(Yo, neville brothers. What was her name)
[Repeat Chorus]
[Wyclef speaking]
Right about now if you are in dance, I want you to hold your girl
real tight. We got the neville brothers in the house tonight. Along
side Wyclef, you know how we do it. I want to apologize to you. I
never wrote a love song. This is my first one
16. Street Jeopardy
Lyrics to Street Jeopardy :
(feat. Jean Forte, R.O.C.)
[Wyclef (speaking):]
Guys, you have to be more gangster, more blood
more gun talk, more people dying, more hardcore
Enough, come on, I'm not feeling it man
More, more, man (I got you)
Alright, come with it [gunshot]
[Man:]
The million dollar question is, the million dollar question is...
S.. s.. street corner...
[Wyclef (singing):]
(this is what he said)
Have you ever heard the sound of a .44, at your door?
(this is what I said)
You got guns (you got guns), I got guns (uh-huh)
Meet me at the corner store
(this is what he said) (what does it all mean?)
After school, wild wild west
Even the teacher got a vest (this is what I said)
You can ask, on the block, ? (what does it all mean?)
Street Jeopardy... (here we go yo, here we go yo, here we go yo)
Have you ever played Jeopardy...
(here we go yo, here we go yo, here we go yo, here we go yo)
[Wyclef]
Not me, it could never happen to me
Professor says what you wanna do? Sell drugs or get a degree?
Looked at him and smiled with 32 gold teeth
And said what you make in a year, I make it in a week
Elementary at the time, I don't think of gettin caught
Sellin with degrees, pickups at the seaport (come on)
Once caught, you know the drill, it's military
I can't lie, it gets scary, you screamin' for your mommy (come on)
Truth or dare, beware, the game is never fair
I'm fallin and I can't get up, like a dead hare
You stare like you seen me before
Yup, you put the gat to my gut, stuck me up in the truck
And said, "Don't nothin move but the goods"
Caught an arrow in your back fuckin wit Robin Hood
[John Forte]
This street life'll get you if the hustle don't fit you
Paranoid crews don't choose, nigga stick you
Arms and foldin macks to ya back tryin'a vick you
Belief in my crew wishin' foes never get through
And if so, Shalom, bless my soul, I'm home
I lived my life to the fullest, neighborhoods now known
A stone face is outta place when discussin B.I.
If I have a second thought, you ought not reply
I fought hot and sticky summers when the game started heatin
Competition, mega jail, and the well, who was eatin (oh well)
And every cell in the bang had a tenant
With each of them regrettin they was in it
[Wyclef (singing):]
Have you ever heard the sound of a .44, at your door?
You got guns, I got guns
Meet me at the corner store (what does it all mean?)
After school, wild wild west
Even the teacher got a vest
You can ask, on the block, ?(what does it all mean?)
Street Jeopardy... (here we go yo, here we go yo, here we go yo)
(it's a shame in the game when you lose, son, they probably stoned ya today)
Have you ever played Jeopardy...
(here we go yo, here we go yo, here we go yo, here we go yo)
(money doubles for your troubles though you lose some
in the end it's all pain)
[R.O.C.]
Yeah, yeah
I got up, sunny day, hood callin my name
Strange, I feel nauseous, memories of a pine cauffin
Seemed to me that I was dreamin
I'd been struck by a crazed fan after the concert, damn
Slugs form and I hurt, hopped up, checked my physical
But the pain was all mental, I slipped into
The shower, hopped out, got dressed, hit the blocks
Swarmed with cops, mad shots, hot shells dropped
You ever heard the sound of a .44 at your door?
Before, many times, I answered back with a milli
Now what? Now give me mine
It ain't no games like B.D.P.
My 9-meter go da-da-da-da-dang-hey hey
[Wyclef (singing):]
Have you ever heard the sound of a .44, at your door?
You got guns, I got guns
Meet me at the corner store (what does it all mean?)
After school, wild wild west
Even the teacher got a vest
You can ask, on the block, ? (what does it all mean?)
Street Jeopardy... (here we go yo, here we go yo, here we go yo)
(it's a shame in the game when you lose, son, they probably stoned ya today)
Have you ever played Jeopardy...
(here we go yo, here we go yo, here we go yo, here we go yo)
(money doubles for your troubles though you lose some
in the end it's all pain)
(feat. Jean Forte, R.O.C.)
[Wyclef (speaking):]
Guys, you have to be more gangster, more blood
more gun talk, more people dying, more hardcore
Enough, come on, I'm not feeling it man
More, more, man (I got you)
Alright, come with it [gunshot]
[Man:]
The million dollar question is, the million dollar question is...
S.. s.. street corner...
[Wyclef (singing):]
(this is what he said)
Have you ever heard the sound of a .44, at your door?
(this is what I said)
You got guns (you got guns), I got guns (uh-huh)
Meet me at the corner store
(this is what he said) (what does it all mean?)
After school, wild wild west
Even the teacher got a vest (this is what I said)
You can ask, on the block, ? (what does it all mean?)
Street Jeopardy... (here we go yo, here we go yo, here we go yo)
Have you ever played Jeopardy...
(here we go yo, here we go yo, here we go yo, here we go yo)
[Wyclef]
Not me, it could never happen to me
Professor says what you wanna do? Sell drugs or get a degree?
Looked at him and smiled with 32 gold teeth
And said what you make in a year, I make it in a week
Elementary at the time, I don't think of gettin caught
Sellin with degrees, pickups at the seaport (come on)
Once caught, you know the drill, it's military
I can't lie, it gets scary, you screamin' for your mommy (come on)
Truth or dare, beware, the game is never fair
I'm fallin and I can't get up, like a dead hare
You stare like you seen me before
Yup, you put the gat to my gut, stuck me up in the truck
And said, "Don't nothin move but the goods"
Caught an arrow in your back fuckin wit Robin Hood
[John Forte]
This street life'll get you if the hustle don't fit you
Paranoid crews don't choose, nigga stick you
Arms and foldin macks to ya back tryin'a vick you
Belief in my crew wishin' foes never get through
And if so, Shalom, bless my soul, I'm home
I lived my life to the fullest, neighborhoods now known
A stone face is outta place when discussin B.I.
If I have a second thought, you ought not reply
I fought hot and sticky summers when the game started heatin
Competition, mega jail, and the well, who was eatin (oh well)
And every cell in the bang had a tenant
With each of them regrettin they was in it
[Wyclef (singing):]
Have you ever heard the sound of a .44, at your door?
You got guns, I got guns
Meet me at the corner store (what does it all mean?)
After school, wild wild west
Even the teacher got a vest
You can ask, on the block, ?(what does it all mean?)
Street Jeopardy... (here we go yo, here we go yo, here we go yo)
(it's a shame in the game when you lose, son, they probably stoned ya today)
Have you ever played Jeopardy...
(here we go yo, here we go yo, here we go yo, here we go yo)
(money doubles for your troubles though you lose some
in the end it's all pain)
[R.O.C.]
Yeah, yeah
I got up, sunny day, hood callin my name
Strange, I feel nauseous, memories of a pine cauffin
Seemed to me that I was dreamin
I'd been struck by a crazed fan after the concert, damn
Slugs form and I hurt, hopped up, checked my physical
But the pain was all mental, I slipped into
The shower, hopped out, got dressed, hit the blocks
Swarmed with cops, mad shots, hot shells dropped
You ever heard the sound of a .44 at your door?
Before, many times, I answered back with a milli
Now what? Now give me mine
It ain't no games like B.D.P.
My 9-meter go da-da-da-da-dang-hey hey
[Wyclef (singing):]
Have you ever heard the sound of a .44, at your door?
You got guns, I got guns
Meet me at the corner store (what does it all mean?)
After school, wild wild west
Even the teacher got a vest
You can ask, on the block, ? (what does it all mean?)
Street Jeopardy... (here we go yo, here we go yo, here we go yo)
(it's a shame in the game when you lose, son, they probably stoned ya today)
Have you ever played Jeopardy...
(here we go yo, here we go yo, here we go yo, here we go yo)
(money doubles for your troubles though you lose some
in the end it's all pain)
17. Killer M.C. (Interlude)
Lyrics to Killer M.C. (Interlude) :
[Wyclef:]
Hello, boys and girls.
Welcome to Wyclef Words of Wisdom.
I am here with an m.c. that
everyone is scared of.
He has killed over a million
people on record and he's still
not locked up.
Am, what is your name sir?
[Killer M.C.:] Nuhmsayin? Am...
[Wyclef:] Yeah. Basically, if you have
killed so many people why ain't
you locked up?
[Killer M.C.:] I'm sayin' though like,
nuhmsayin?
[Wyclef:] Yeah, exactly my point.
Don't believe the hype
[Wyclef:]
Hello, boys and girls.
Welcome to Wyclef Words of Wisdom.
I am here with an m.c. that
everyone is scared of.
He has killed over a million
people on record and he's still
not locked up.
Am, what is your name sir?
[Killer M.C.:] Nuhmsayin? Am...
[Wyclef:] Yeah. Basically, if you have
killed so many people why ain't
you locked up?
[Killer M.C.:] I'm sayin' though like,
nuhmsayin?
[Wyclef:] Yeah, exactly my point.
Don't believe the hype
18. Tryin' To Stay Alive
Lyrics to Tryin' To Stay Alive :
(feat. John Forte)
[Wy-Clef Jean]
We got the Refugees All-Stars rubba dubbin' in the club
Wyclef Jean, John Forte, Prizewell.
Nah mean the streets are gettin a little crazy..
Looka looka looka looka looka
looka looka looka here looka shorty got back
should I ask her for a dance hold on theres too many in a wolf pack
and besides Dirtycash talkin to her
buyin' her fake furs and takin' her to the fever
quite as his kept that ain't even his Benz
she spends his franklins at the malls with her friends
material girl, livin' in a material world
but it's alright cause its Saturday night
so mista funkmaster pump the Bee-Gees
and all you college students bring your ouijas'
check the spellin, R E--F U G E--E get the cd from Sam Goody he he
You ain't even close wit the rhymes that you wrote
Don't be mad cause you broke
let me clear my throat ah huh ah huh
John Forte grab the mic roots sway it this way
[John Forte]
I more than just a rhymer you still a small timer
hopin that the game treat that ass a little kinda
every step tango'd
your beat dont concern me
I'm eatin mangos in Trinadad wit attorneys (oh yea)
my crews slang flow worldwide like a current
wit da every spot where nobody get insurance
brotha do the math you aint half near exotic
my man's claim true - you - forget about it
pope hoe just a new stance like my influence
well recognize you a lie tryin do it
got juice told your lady oops
we nuts baby
smooth and charizmatic automatic
you gonna save me
godbless the day that my sons survive
we strive to teach the youth baby and stay alive
[Wy-Clef]
Refugee camp
nuts baby
John Forte
Yo watch your lady
[Prizewell (Dirtycash)]
yo watch your lady
eh ah
special ill rhyme dirtycash
[Wy-Clef]
yo if you got more than
dollar in your pocket right now put your hands up
[Prizewell (Dirtycash)]
yo yo
you can tell by the way I roll shorty that I'm a ladies man
a business man
condos down the shore
multi million pension plans
but it aint in my plan to make move without the fam
I keep it intact
you Clef do the track
John play da mack while I pay the tax
business as usuall
watchin suspects
steal my assetts
get cut with gillettes
we built this concept
connect like nynex
drinks at the bar
my american express
[Wy-Clef]
yo I cook up cook up
the cop a pull up pull up
then I cuff up cuff up
you whos callin bluff
now you shook up shook up
cause you lock up lock up
when I love up love up
you who's callin bluff
[Wy-Clef]
hey yo John is chillin
Dirtycash chillin
what more can I say we livin
thats what we got we got it good
and since you understood
we be.......
[Prizewell (Dirtycash)]
yeah
live at the carnival
97 till infinite
ha
Refugee All-Stars
cant stop the shining, cant stop the shining [2x]
you wanna stop the shining, you wanna stop the shining [2x]
cant stop the shining, cant stop the shining
(feat. John Forte)
[Wy-Clef Jean]
We got the Refugees All-Stars rubba dubbin' in the club
Wyclef Jean, John Forte, Prizewell.
Nah mean the streets are gettin a little crazy..
Looka looka looka looka looka
looka looka looka here looka shorty got back
should I ask her for a dance hold on theres too many in a wolf pack
and besides Dirtycash talkin to her
buyin' her fake furs and takin' her to the fever
quite as his kept that ain't even his Benz
she spends his franklins at the malls with her friends
material girl, livin' in a material world
but it's alright cause its Saturday night
so mista funkmaster pump the Bee-Gees
and all you college students bring your ouijas'
check the spellin, R E--F U G E--E get the cd from Sam Goody he he
You ain't even close wit the rhymes that you wrote
Don't be mad cause you broke
let me clear my throat ah huh ah huh
John Forte grab the mic roots sway it this way
[John Forte]
I more than just a rhymer you still a small timer
hopin that the game treat that ass a little kinda
every step tango'd
your beat dont concern me
I'm eatin mangos in Trinadad wit attorneys (oh yea)
my crews slang flow worldwide like a current
wit da every spot where nobody get insurance
brotha do the math you aint half near exotic
my man's claim true - you - forget about it
pope hoe just a new stance like my influence
well recognize you a lie tryin do it
got juice told your lady oops
we nuts baby
smooth and charizmatic automatic
you gonna save me
godbless the day that my sons survive
we strive to teach the youth baby and stay alive
[Wy-Clef]
Refugee camp
nuts baby
John Forte
Yo watch your lady
[Prizewell (Dirtycash)]
yo watch your lady
eh ah
special ill rhyme dirtycash
[Wy-Clef]
yo if you got more than
dollar in your pocket right now put your hands up
[Prizewell (Dirtycash)]
yo yo
you can tell by the way I roll shorty that I'm a ladies man
a business man
condos down the shore
multi million pension plans
but it aint in my plan to make move without the fam
I keep it intact
you Clef do the track
John play da mack while I pay the tax
business as usuall
watchin suspects
steal my assetts
get cut with gillettes
we built this concept
connect like nynex
drinks at the bar
my american express
[Wy-Clef]
yo I cook up cook up
the cop a pull up pull up
then I cuff up cuff up
you whos callin bluff
now you shook up shook up
cause you lock up lock up
when I love up love up
you who's callin bluff
[Wy-Clef]
hey yo John is chillin
Dirtycash chillin
what more can I say we livin
thats what we got we got it good
and since you understood
we be.......
[Prizewell (Dirtycash)]
yeah
live at the carnival
97 till infinite
ha
Refugee All-Stars
cant stop the shining, cant stop the shining [2x]
you wanna stop the shining, you wanna stop the shining [2x]
cant stop the shining, cant stop the shining
19. Gunpowder
Lyrics to Gunpowder :
I asked my mother why do you cry
she said your brother had... he just died
Well I told him not to go outside
he said he had to fight for his country's right
But don't you know that mo-mother
don't you know that we can't stop the violence, no
Because the war is not over
until you can feel love, peace, and hear silence
But I smell gunpowder (pow)
my brother's been dead ever since
I didn't beleive it, but when I saw him I was convinced
Two shots to the head he was already dead Lord,
I headed for revenge in the city of Port Au Prince
Screaming bro-brother
don't you know that we can't stop the violence, no
Because the war is not over
until you can feel love, peace, and hear silence
But I smell gunpowder (Pow)
Zion's gunpowder (pow)
L.A.'s gunpowder (pow)
I wanna know why
Christians pray for a new day
we don't need no, we don't need no, we don't need no
But its still the same way
I wanna know why
ghetto people pray for a new day
hey, hey, heeey
and its still the same way
But the preacher man told me
good things come to those who wait
do good things come to those who wait?
I wanna know tell me
good things come to those who wait
do good things come to those who wait?
we wanna know, we wanna know, we wanna know [pause]
Pe-people
don't you know that we can't stop the violence, no
because the war is not over
until you can feel love, peace, and hear the silence
but I smell gunpowder (gunpowder)
Brooklyn's gunpowder (gunpowder)
Shaolin's gunpowder (gunpowder)
Uptown's gunpowder (gunpowder)
Jersey's gunpowder (gunpowder)
even New Zealand's gunpowder (gunpowder)
Australia's gunpowder (gunpowder)
Brixton's gunpowder (gunpowder)
even New Haven's gunpowder
I asked my mother why do you cry
she said your brother had... he just died
Well I told him not to go outside
he said he had to fight for his country's right
But don't you know that mo-mother
don't you know that we can't stop the violence, no
Because the war is not over
until you can feel love, peace, and hear silence
But I smell gunpowder (pow)
my brother's been dead ever since
I didn't beleive it, but when I saw him I was convinced
Two shots to the head he was already dead Lord,
I headed for revenge in the city of Port Au Prince
Screaming bro-brother
don't you know that we can't stop the violence, no
Because the war is not over
until you can feel love, peace, and hear silence
But I smell gunpowder (Pow)
Zion's gunpowder (pow)
L.A.'s gunpowder (pow)
I wanna know why
Christians pray for a new day
we don't need no, we don't need no, we don't need no
But its still the same way
I wanna know why
ghetto people pray for a new day
hey, hey, heeey
and its still the same way
But the preacher man told me
good things come to those who wait
do good things come to those who wait?
I wanna know tell me
good things come to those who wait
do good things come to those who wait?
we wanna know, we wanna know, we wanna know [pause]
Pe-people
don't you know that we can't stop the violence, no
because the war is not over
until you can feel love, peace, and hear the silence
but I smell gunpowder (gunpowder)
Brooklyn's gunpowder (gunpowder)
Shaolin's gunpowder (gunpowder)
Uptown's gunpowder (gunpowder)
Jersey's gunpowder (gunpowder)
even New Zealand's gunpowder (gunpowder)
Australia's gunpowder (gunpowder)
Brixton's gunpowder (gunpowder)
even New Haven's gunpowder
20. Closing Arguments (Skit)
Lyrics to Closing Arguments (Skit) :
In closing, ladies and gentlemen of the jury
I'm not gonna sit here and bore you with a long, drawn out story
or excuse, of why I think Wyclef is guilty
I'm gonna stand by the exhibits as well as the tapes
And songs such as Jeapordy, Til Novemeber, All the Girls,
and Bubblegoose, which stand side by side with my allegations
I rest my case
OK, uhh, ladiessss, and gentle-men, of the juwy
As you can see nuttin has been proven here today
DEEZ witnesses dey brought ere don't not have evidence
to incriminate my client eh?
If he's not guilty he's innocent
If he's not detrimental to the society therefore he positive!
As I say before, dis case is pure bishop
Your honor see, this, this is exactly what I'm talkin about
I mean I've been meaning to ask this the whole time
Who the hell is Bishop?
Eh?
And and why the hell hasn't he been brought on the stand?
Bishop, bishop, not true, false, bishop
Ohh, bullshit!
Oui
In closing, ladies and gentlemen of the jury
I'm not gonna sit here and bore you with a long, drawn out story
or excuse, of why I think Wyclef is guilty
I'm gonna stand by the exhibits as well as the tapes
And songs such as Jeapordy, Til Novemeber, All the Girls,
and Bubblegoose, which stand side by side with my allegations
I rest my case
OK, uhh, ladiessss, and gentle-men, of the juwy
As you can see nuttin has been proven here today
DEEZ witnesses dey brought ere don't not have evidence
to incriminate my client eh?
If he's not guilty he's innocent
If he's not detrimental to the society therefore he positive!
As I say before, dis case is pure bishop
Your honor see, this, this is exactly what I'm talkin about
I mean I've been meaning to ask this the whole time
Who the hell is Bishop?
Eh?
And and why the hell hasn't he been brought on the stand?
Bishop, bishop, not true, false, bishop
Ohh, bullshit!
Oui
21. Enter The Carnival (Interlude)
Lyrics to Enter The Carnival (Interlude) :
[Tropical music playing in background]
Yo yo I wanna give a shoutout to the world this is Wyclef
Cold chillin out here with my pina colada yeah baby
I'm in the islands, cold relaxin
Right about now The Carnival's gon change phases
If you got your ticket, man, you're allowed to come with me
Yo, for right now I'm gon chill at the beach
Check out the pretty girls layin back, you know how we do playa yo
I'm out here in the sun baby it's all good!
[Tropical music playing in background]
Yo yo I wanna give a shoutout to the world this is Wyclef
Cold chillin out here with my pina colada yeah baby
I'm in the islands, cold relaxin
Right about now The Carnival's gon change phases
If you got your ticket, man, you're allowed to come with me
Yo, for right now I'm gon chill at the beach
Check out the pretty girls layin back, you know how we do playa yo
I'm out here in the sun baby it's all good!
22. Jaspora
Lyrics to Jaspora :
Men sa le monde antye tap tann
Wyclef ki sot nan Fugee.
Jeremi! Ayiti! Potoprins! Flatbush!
Sou'w fy¨¨ desko'w se ayisyen mache
Dyaspora n'pa respekte dyaspora (4 fwa)
Depwi mwen piti mwen te kite Ayiti
Gen sa ki al Brooklyn gen sa ki al Miami
Poukisa Jamariken toujou di se Jamariken?
Men ayisyen p¨¨ di li se ayisyen
Poukisa ou p¨¨ di non'w se Samy¨¨l?
Poukisa ou p¨¦ di'w ave'k Izray¨¨l?
Poukisa chak swa wap domi ak Jezab¨¨l?
Ou p¨¨ di fanm ayisyen ke yo b¨¨l?
Pa'm nan b¨¨l
Mwen respekte non'w tankou mwen
respekte zanj Gabriy¨¨l
Men n¨¨g dyaspora vle Mennen nou nan ot¨¨l
Tonben pale angl¨¨ vire "playboy channel"
Yo pa respekte Izray¨¨l
Dyaspora n'pa respekte dyaspora
Si se dyaspora li ye mape voye' l bay reken
Dyaspora n'pa respekte dyaspora
Si se dyaspora li ye asw¨¨ a nap dezame'l
Dyaspora ha ha o le men
Mape pran li jete'l nan prizon
Map f¨¨'l konnen kiy¨¨s ki Tousen
Map f¨¨'l konnen kiy¨¨s ki Desalin
Apr¨¨ sa nou m¨¨t lage'l voye'l back Brooklyn
Pou la'l jwenn manman'n kap fe manje nan kwizin
Mannan'n gade li di gason ou chanje
Li di mwen chanje paske se ayisyen mwen ye
Yo te ban mwen yon leson, yo te mete'm nan prison
Mwen w¨¨ dyaspora fi, dyaspora gason
Gen sa ki pap tounen yape domi a pwason
Yo pedi konesans kankou yo f¨¨t san relijyon
Dyaspora n'pa respekte dyaspora
Si se dyaspora ou ye mape voye'w bay reken
Dyaspora n'pa respekte dyaspora
Si se dyaspora ou ye asw¨¨ a nap dezame'w
N¨¨g Potoprins pa respekte dyspora Ank¨°
N¨¨g Flatbush pa respekte dyspora
N¨¨g Canada pa respekte dyspora
N¨¨g Miami pa respekte dyaspora
Depwi mwen piti mwen te kite ayiti
Gen sa ki al Brooklyn gen sa ki al Miami
Poukisa jamariken toujou di se jamariken?
Men ayisyen p¨¨ di li se ayisyen
Poukisa ou p¨¨ di non'w se Samy¨¨l?
Poukisa ou p¨¨ di'w ave'k Isray¨¨l?
Poukisa chak swa wap domi ak Jezab¨¨l?
Ou p¨¨ di fanm ayisyen ke yo b¨¨l?
Pa'm nan b¨¨l
Mwen respekete nou tankou mwen
respekte zanj gabriy¨¨l
Men n¨¨g dyaspora vle Mennen noun nan ot¨¨l
Tonben pale angle vire "playboy channel"
Yo pa respekte Izray¨¨l
Dyaspora n'pa respekte dyaspora
Si se dyaspora ou ye mape voyo'w bay reken
Dyaspora n'pa respekte dyaspora
Si se dyaspora ou ye asw¨¨ a nap dezame'w
Pa Kayos pa respekte dyaspora
Papa Djoume pa respekte dyaspora
Refugees pa respekte dyaspora
N¨¨g Florida pa respekte dyaspora
Malfini bagay yo pral fini mal,
sou'w derespekte natif natal
Malfini bagay yo pral fini mal
Derespekte ayisyen ou pral kout fistibal
Dyaspora n'pa respekte dyaspora
Si se dyaspora ou ye mape voyo'w bay reken
Dyaspora n'pa respekte dyaspora
Si se dyaspora ou ye asw¨¨ a nap dezame'w
Men sa le monde antye tap tann
Wyclef ki sot nan Fugee.
Jeremi! Ayiti! Potoprins! Flatbush!
Sou'w fy¨¨ desko'w se ayisyen mache
Dyaspora n'pa respekte dyaspora (4 fwa)
Depwi mwen piti mwen te kite Ayiti
Gen sa ki al Brooklyn gen sa ki al Miami
Poukisa Jamariken toujou di se Jamariken?
Men ayisyen p¨¨ di li se ayisyen
Poukisa ou p¨¨ di non'w se Samy¨¨l?
Poukisa ou p¨¦ di'w ave'k Izray¨¨l?
Poukisa chak swa wap domi ak Jezab¨¨l?
Ou p¨¨ di fanm ayisyen ke yo b¨¨l?
Pa'm nan b¨¨l
Mwen respekte non'w tankou mwen
respekte zanj Gabriy¨¨l
Men n¨¨g dyaspora vle Mennen nou nan ot¨¨l
Tonben pale angl¨¨ vire "playboy channel"
Yo pa respekte Izray¨¨l
Dyaspora n'pa respekte dyaspora
Si se dyaspora li ye mape voye' l bay reken
Dyaspora n'pa respekte dyaspora
Si se dyaspora li ye asw¨¨ a nap dezame'l
Dyaspora ha ha o le men
Mape pran li jete'l nan prizon
Map f¨¨'l konnen kiy¨¨s ki Tousen
Map f¨¨'l konnen kiy¨¨s ki Desalin
Apr¨¨ sa nou m¨¨t lage'l voye'l back Brooklyn
Pou la'l jwenn manman'n kap fe manje nan kwizin
Mannan'n gade li di gason ou chanje
Li di mwen chanje paske se ayisyen mwen ye
Yo te ban mwen yon leson, yo te mete'm nan prison
Mwen w¨¨ dyaspora fi, dyaspora gason
Gen sa ki pap tounen yape domi a pwason
Yo pedi konesans kankou yo f¨¨t san relijyon
Dyaspora n'pa respekte dyaspora
Si se dyaspora ou ye mape voye'w bay reken
Dyaspora n'pa respekte dyaspora
Si se dyaspora ou ye asw¨¨ a nap dezame'w
N¨¨g Potoprins pa respekte dyspora Ank¨°
N¨¨g Flatbush pa respekte dyspora
N¨¨g Canada pa respekte dyspora
N¨¨g Miami pa respekte dyaspora
Depwi mwen piti mwen te kite ayiti
Gen sa ki al Brooklyn gen sa ki al Miami
Poukisa jamariken toujou di se jamariken?
Men ayisyen p¨¨ di li se ayisyen
Poukisa ou p¨¨ di non'w se Samy¨¨l?
Poukisa ou p¨¨ di'w ave'k Isray¨¨l?
Poukisa chak swa wap domi ak Jezab¨¨l?
Ou p¨¨ di fanm ayisyen ke yo b¨¨l?
Pa'm nan b¨¨l
Mwen respekete nou tankou mwen
respekte zanj gabriy¨¨l
Men n¨¨g dyaspora vle Mennen noun nan ot¨¨l
Tonben pale angle vire "playboy channel"
Yo pa respekte Izray¨¨l
Dyaspora n'pa respekte dyaspora
Si se dyaspora ou ye mape voyo'w bay reken
Dyaspora n'pa respekte dyaspora
Si se dyaspora ou ye asw¨¨ a nap dezame'w
Pa Kayos pa respekte dyaspora
Papa Djoume pa respekte dyaspora
Refugees pa respekte dyaspora
N¨¨g Florida pa respekte dyaspora
Malfini bagay yo pral fini mal,
sou'w derespekte natif natal
Malfini bagay yo pral fini mal
Derespekte ayisyen ou pral kout fistibal
Dyaspora n'pa respekte dyaspora
Si se dyaspora ou ye mape voyo'w bay reken
Dyaspora n'pa respekte dyaspora
Si se dyaspora ou ye asw¨¨ a nap dezame'w
23. Yele
Lyrics to Yele :
[Tropical music playing in background]
[Wyclef (echo):]
Yo, yo, I wanna give a shout-out
to the world.
This is Wyclef, cold-chillin'
out here with my pina-colada.
Yeah, baby.
I'm in the islands, cold relaxin'.
Right about now the carnival's
gonna change phases.
If you got your ticket, man,
you're allowed to come with me.
Yo, for right now I'm gonna
chill in the beach,
check out the pretty girls
layin' back.
You know how we do, playa yo.
I'm out here in the sun, baby,
it's all good!
Si ou gin zorey, tande,
Si ou gin bouche, pale.
Si e pas ca, pays en li va coule.
Quand qu'ou yon bateau qui plein refijies,
Si nou pas cheche bon djie, encore !
Si ou gin zorey, tande,
Si ou gin bouche, pale.
Si e pas ca, pays nou libral coule.
Quand qu'ou yon bateau qui plein refijies,
Izrael cheche bon djie, tande !
Dix milles cercueils, gade toutes c'est ti-mounes.
Pe ap crie, mais yo pap resucite.
Manman rele, mais cadav, pas ka tande !
Zinglin dou passe, mwen tande (Blo ! Blo ! Blo! Blo !)
[Lord:]
Si ou gin zorey, tande,
Si ou gin bouche, pale.
Si e pas ca, pays nou li val coule.
Quand qu'ou yon bateau qui plein refijies,
Haitiens ! cheche bon djie, encore!
Si ou gin zorey, tande,
Si ou gin bouche, pale.
Si e pas ca, pays nou libral coule.
Quand qu'ou yon bateau qui plein refijies,
Izrael cheche bon djie.
Mwen con yon Haitien.
Qui tap vend Marijuana.
Police te quinbel,
Li dit c'est poutet manman te gin cance ( li pas gin l'agent!)
Counya li nan prison, (pou combien temps?)
Lap palem de revolution (sans solutions!)
Mais police yo te passe,
Mwen te tande ( Blo! Blo! Blo! Blo! )
[Lord:]
Si ou gin zorey, tande,
Si ou gin bouche, pale.
Si e pas ca, pays nou lipral coule.
Quand qu'ou yon bateau qui plein refijies,
Mysie! Suspend tire! Encore:
Si ou gin zorey, tande,
Si ou gin bouche, pale.
Si e pas ca, pays nou libral coule.
Quand qu'ou yon bateau qui plein refijies,
Haitiens cheche bon djie.
Depuis mwen petit mwen te con lit Genese,
Mwen boxe avec Satan quand coum boxe ak Djialese.
Mais gin de le! L'esprit mwen faible.
Mwen dit pouki ca politiciens yo fumin zebes?
Tande, map attake nom ou quand cou yon dette, pouki ca?
Pace ou pas con fait bons ?uvres.
Mwen con yon politicien yo rele maleb,
Male avec ou si ou teste caleb.
Loup-garou yo va mange ou cancou yo mange de leb.
Rigoise nan bouda ou cancou cheval kap prend fret.
Tande, mem nan l'eglise ou prend fret, pouki ca?
Politiciens pas vle tande prete:
Yele, yele, yele:
Crie, crie, crie:
Peuple la yappe mande
Qui l'heu, ca bral change !
Yele, yele, yele:
Crie, crie, crie:
Peuple la yappe mande,
Qui l'heu ca bral change!
Si ou gin zorey, tande,
Si ou gin bouche, pale.
Si e pas ca, pays nou lipral coule.
Quand qu'ou yon bateau qui plein refijies,
Si nou pas cheche bon djie, encore:
Si ou gin zorey, tande,
Si ou gin bouche, pale.
Si e pas ca, pays nou libral coule.
Quand qu'ou yon bateau qui plein refijies,
Izrael, cheche bon djie. Encore:
Yele, yele, yele:
Crie, crie, crie:
Peuple la yappe mande,
Qui l'heu ca bral change!
[Tropical music playing in background]
[Wyclef (echo):]
Yo, yo, I wanna give a shout-out
to the world.
This is Wyclef, cold-chillin'
out here with my pina-colada.
Yeah, baby.
I'm in the islands, cold relaxin'.
Right about now the carnival's
gonna change phases.
If you got your ticket, man,
you're allowed to come with me.
Yo, for right now I'm gonna
chill in the beach,
check out the pretty girls
layin' back.
You know how we do, playa yo.
I'm out here in the sun, baby,
it's all good!
Si ou gin zorey, tande,
Si ou gin bouche, pale.
Si e pas ca, pays en li va coule.
Quand qu'ou yon bateau qui plein refijies,
Si nou pas cheche bon djie, encore !
Si ou gin zorey, tande,
Si ou gin bouche, pale.
Si e pas ca, pays nou libral coule.
Quand qu'ou yon bateau qui plein refijies,
Izrael cheche bon djie, tande !
Dix milles cercueils, gade toutes c'est ti-mounes.
Pe ap crie, mais yo pap resucite.
Manman rele, mais cadav, pas ka tande !
Zinglin dou passe, mwen tande (Blo ! Blo ! Blo! Blo !)
[Lord:]
Si ou gin zorey, tande,
Si ou gin bouche, pale.
Si e pas ca, pays nou li val coule.
Quand qu'ou yon bateau qui plein refijies,
Haitiens ! cheche bon djie, encore!
Si ou gin zorey, tande,
Si ou gin bouche, pale.
Si e pas ca, pays nou libral coule.
Quand qu'ou yon bateau qui plein refijies,
Izrael cheche bon djie.
Mwen con yon Haitien.
Qui tap vend Marijuana.
Police te quinbel,
Li dit c'est poutet manman te gin cance ( li pas gin l'agent!)
Counya li nan prison, (pou combien temps?)
Lap palem de revolution (sans solutions!)
Mais police yo te passe,
Mwen te tande ( Blo! Blo! Blo! Blo! )
[Lord:]
Si ou gin zorey, tande,
Si ou gin bouche, pale.
Si e pas ca, pays nou lipral coule.
Quand qu'ou yon bateau qui plein refijies,
Mysie! Suspend tire! Encore:
Si ou gin zorey, tande,
Si ou gin bouche, pale.
Si e pas ca, pays nou libral coule.
Quand qu'ou yon bateau qui plein refijies,
Haitiens cheche bon djie.
Depuis mwen petit mwen te con lit Genese,
Mwen boxe avec Satan quand coum boxe ak Djialese.
Mais gin de le! L'esprit mwen faible.
Mwen dit pouki ca politiciens yo fumin zebes?
Tande, map attake nom ou quand cou yon dette, pouki ca?
Pace ou pas con fait bons ?uvres.
Mwen con yon politicien yo rele maleb,
Male avec ou si ou teste caleb.
Loup-garou yo va mange ou cancou yo mange de leb.
Rigoise nan bouda ou cancou cheval kap prend fret.
Tande, mem nan l'eglise ou prend fret, pouki ca?
Politiciens pas vle tande prete:
Yele, yele, yele:
Crie, crie, crie:
Peuple la yappe mande
Qui l'heu, ca bral change !
Yele, yele, yele:
Crie, crie, crie:
Peuple la yappe mande,
Qui l'heu ca bral change!
Si ou gin zorey, tande,
Si ou gin bouche, pale.
Si e pas ca, pays nou lipral coule.
Quand qu'ou yon bateau qui plein refijies,
Si nou pas cheche bon djie, encore:
Si ou gin zorey, tande,
Si ou gin bouche, pale.
Si e pas ca, pays nou libral coule.
Quand qu'ou yon bateau qui plein refijies,
Izrael, cheche bon djie. Encore:
Yele, yele, yele:
Crie, crie, crie:
Peuple la yappe mande,
Qui l'heu ca bral change!
24. Carnival
Lyrics to Carnival :
(Instrumental)
(Instrumental)
The Ecleftic: II Sides To A Book, 2000
1. Columbia Records
Lyrics to Columbia Records :
(Instrumental)
(Instrumental)
2. Where Fugees At?
Lyrics to Where Fugees At? :
[INTRO:]
Uh huh, uh huh
Feels good to be back at the essence where it all started you know
Uh huh, uh huh
What up
Uh huh, uh huh
Turn up my headphones man, uh huh uh huh
I got a few things I wanna tell the people out there
Yo, yo, yo
[HOOK:]
All I hear is Fugee this, Fugee that
Where Fugee At? I need Fugees to spit up on this track
Lauryn if you're listenin, Pras if you're listenin
Gimme a call I'm in the lab in the Booga Basement
Y'all know my style, I'm still *mini, money, mini, mini,
It aint all about the money*
[Verse 1]
When I was hustla, two dogs by my side plus a black pistola
Loud MCs, feel the silencer
Y'all still rhymin, y'all cuckoo, I send cycles to Belvue
This aint a sequel son, but I have you "Scream 2" [AHHH!]
Real live cinema of the streets produced a junkie
Put back on your shirt man you lookin like ET
You're cracked out, for dough, some blow on saxophone
You're rhymin off beat even with help from my metronomes
See, y'all aint MCs, you a CM
Common m*th*rf**k*r rhymin about Lexus and Benz
The same Benz you got jacked in, drunk off of Gin
You woke up in hell gettin sexed by Marilyn Manson
You lie, you deny, pass me the microphone
I guess like Eddie Murphy you was givin 'em a ride home
Yeah right, 25 mics, material in The Source
While your rap crew's on steroids lookin like Full Force
Your girl she's buffed, puffed, in daytime don't play rough
The freaks come out at night so that's when I bring out the cuffs
Grandma yell, CD player number two
Shadae's in my bedroom singin "sweetest taboo"
[HOOK]
[Verse 2]
We used to rap, now y'all wanna come and get me with a bat?
Y'all must be smokin crack, with Pookie from New Jack
How could y'all forget, I'm the reason y'all MC
But y'all flip like Pharisees and charge me for blasphemy
You know who you are, eight bar superstar
Karate cars, buy up the bars with the credit cards
You wanna impress, I'm young chick, you just met
First thing she say, "I used to run with Wyclef"
Look surprised, see your flesh outside your vest
Yeah you could fight, in the WWF
Cuz in this arena aint nothin but gladiators and haters
Hopin they kill me and roll and feed me to the tigers
Oh Lord, protect me from the devil
They open the book of life, y'all readin like the anti christ
Your weak kid, stop lyin to the public
You wanted it so bad that you took all the production credits
Some MCs in the underground, mad at me cuz I'm above ground
Counting English pounds
I tell ya what, success don't come overnight
I was in Noah's Ark for Forty days and Forty nights
Contemplatin what should I write, what should I recite
Cuz aint nobody here but thugs and chicks wit ice
That's when I daydream into the twilight
Girls wit they man, screamin "I hate life"
Baby girl look in the opposite direction
Cuz my class is the *Misedu...*
[HOOK]
[INTRO:]
Uh huh, uh huh
Feels good to be back at the essence where it all started you know
Uh huh, uh huh
What up
Uh huh, uh huh
Turn up my headphones man, uh huh uh huh
I got a few things I wanna tell the people out there
Yo, yo, yo
[HOOK:]
All I hear is Fugee this, Fugee that
Where Fugee At? I need Fugees to spit up on this track
Lauryn if you're listenin, Pras if you're listenin
Gimme a call I'm in the lab in the Booga Basement
Y'all know my style, I'm still *mini, money, mini, mini,
It aint all about the money*
[Verse 1]
When I was hustla, two dogs by my side plus a black pistola
Loud MCs, feel the silencer
Y'all still rhymin, y'all cuckoo, I send cycles to Belvue
This aint a sequel son, but I have you "Scream 2" [AHHH!]
Real live cinema of the streets produced a junkie
Put back on your shirt man you lookin like ET
You're cracked out, for dough, some blow on saxophone
You're rhymin off beat even with help from my metronomes
See, y'all aint MCs, you a CM
Common m*th*rf**k*r rhymin about Lexus and Benz
The same Benz you got jacked in, drunk off of Gin
You woke up in hell gettin sexed by Marilyn Manson
You lie, you deny, pass me the microphone
I guess like Eddie Murphy you was givin 'em a ride home
Yeah right, 25 mics, material in The Source
While your rap crew's on steroids lookin like Full Force
Your girl she's buffed, puffed, in daytime don't play rough
The freaks come out at night so that's when I bring out the cuffs
Grandma yell, CD player number two
Shadae's in my bedroom singin "sweetest taboo"
[HOOK]
[Verse 2]
We used to rap, now y'all wanna come and get me with a bat?
Y'all must be smokin crack, with Pookie from New Jack
How could y'all forget, I'm the reason y'all MC
But y'all flip like Pharisees and charge me for blasphemy
You know who you are, eight bar superstar
Karate cars, buy up the bars with the credit cards
You wanna impress, I'm young chick, you just met
First thing she say, "I used to run with Wyclef"
Look surprised, see your flesh outside your vest
Yeah you could fight, in the WWF
Cuz in this arena aint nothin but gladiators and haters
Hopin they kill me and roll and feed me to the tigers
Oh Lord, protect me from the devil
They open the book of life, y'all readin like the anti christ
Your weak kid, stop lyin to the public
You wanted it so bad that you took all the production credits
Some MCs in the underground, mad at me cuz I'm above ground
Counting English pounds
I tell ya what, success don't come overnight
I was in Noah's Ark for Forty days and Forty nights
Contemplatin what should I write, what should I recite
Cuz aint nobody here but thugs and chicks wit ice
That's when I daydream into the twilight
Girls wit they man, screamin "I hate life"
Baby girl look in the opposite direction
Cuz my class is the *Misedu...*
[HOOK]
3. Kenny Rogers - Pharoahe Monch Dub Plate
Lyrics to Kenny Rogers - Pharoahe Monch Dub Plate :
(feat. Kenny Rogers, Pharoahe Monch)
[Wyclef Jean]
Yo I'm happy to be in the South
to set off my tour in the countryside
But who better to set it off for me than this man right here
[Kenny Rogers]
Yo this Kenny Rogers chillin on the country side
with men like Wyclef (uh-huh) Jerry Wonder (uh-huh)
Big Jack (mm-hmm) Big Beast (mm-hmm)
And we gon' do something like this for you
You got to know when to hold 'em (YEAH, YEAH!)
Know when to fold 'em (DJ's, DJ's!)
Know when to walk away (HIP-HOP, HIP-HOP!)
Know when to run.. (YEAH, YEAH!)
You got to count your dub-plates (GHETTO, GHETTO, GHETTO)
before you touch the turntables (ALL HOODS!)
Cause if you run out of big tunes
that means your sound is done (Y'ALL READY?)
[Chorus: Kenny Rogers]
You got to know when to hold 'em
Know when to fold 'em (soundbwoys)
Know when to walk away
Know when to run.. (hey, hey, hey, hey..)
You got to count your dub-plates
before you touch the turntables (DJ's)
Cause if you run out of big tunes
that means your sound is done
[Pharoahe Monch]
Get the hell up!
'Clef said, get the hell up!
Now throw your hands in the sky (BO! BO! BO! BO!)
Brooklyn in the back shootin craps y'all whassup?
Ladies; lookin hot and pretty
Doin your thing in the club high saditty
WORLDWIDE - the gritty committee pity the fool that
act {crappy} in the midst of the calm, the witty
(You got to know when to hold 'em..)
Y'all know the name!
Same assassin from before, but the beat just changed a little
(??) who flip flows
that got women in they thongs gettin on but not Sisqo
Select your squad team and your itch
Bey know my flow muy caliente, fuego
No disrespect to soundbwoy, but you better step away from me
Easily defeat measley MC's and tease you
Ease back squeeze two in your wig and breeze through
[Chorus]
[Wyclef Jean]
C'mon, c'mon
(Get the hell up!)
Soundbwoys ('Clef said, get the hell up!)
(Now throw your hands in the sky) Yo
This combination gon' bust from Brooklyn to Shanghai
Feel the boogie boogie Henny got me tipsy tipsy
Kenny Rogers and Pharoahe Monch? No way, this can't be
48 tracks, country meets rap
Put this on full blast, I'm about to break all formats
My destiny is to lead while y'all follow
This is +Showtime+ and I'm +Live at the Apollo+
[Chorus Two: Kenny Rogers + Wyclef]
You got to know when to hold 'em (soundbwoys)
Know when to fold 'em (emcees)
Know when to walk away (yeah, yeah, yeah..)
Know when to run
You got to count your dub-plates
before you touch the turntables (DJ's)
Cause if you run out of big tunes
that means your sound is done
[Chorus]
(feat. Kenny Rogers, Pharoahe Monch)
[Wyclef Jean]
Yo I'm happy to be in the South
to set off my tour in the countryside
But who better to set it off for me than this man right here
[Kenny Rogers]
Yo this Kenny Rogers chillin on the country side
with men like Wyclef (uh-huh) Jerry Wonder (uh-huh)
Big Jack (mm-hmm) Big Beast (mm-hmm)
And we gon' do something like this for you
You got to know when to hold 'em (YEAH, YEAH!)
Know when to fold 'em (DJ's, DJ's!)
Know when to walk away (HIP-HOP, HIP-HOP!)
Know when to run.. (YEAH, YEAH!)
You got to count your dub-plates (GHETTO, GHETTO, GHETTO)
before you touch the turntables (ALL HOODS!)
Cause if you run out of big tunes
that means your sound is done (Y'ALL READY?)
[Chorus: Kenny Rogers]
You got to know when to hold 'em
Know when to fold 'em (soundbwoys)
Know when to walk away
Know when to run.. (hey, hey, hey, hey..)
You got to count your dub-plates
before you touch the turntables (DJ's)
Cause if you run out of big tunes
that means your sound is done
[Pharoahe Monch]
Get the hell up!
'Clef said, get the hell up!
Now throw your hands in the sky (BO! BO! BO! BO!)
Brooklyn in the back shootin craps y'all whassup?
Ladies; lookin hot and pretty
Doin your thing in the club high saditty
WORLDWIDE - the gritty committee pity the fool that
act {crappy} in the midst of the calm, the witty
(You got to know when to hold 'em..)
Y'all know the name!
Same assassin from before, but the beat just changed a little
(??) who flip flows
that got women in they thongs gettin on but not Sisqo
Select your squad team and your itch
Bey know my flow muy caliente, fuego
No disrespect to soundbwoy, but you better step away from me
Easily defeat measley MC's and tease you
Ease back squeeze two in your wig and breeze through
[Chorus]
[Wyclef Jean]
C'mon, c'mon
(Get the hell up!)
Soundbwoys ('Clef said, get the hell up!)
(Now throw your hands in the sky) Yo
This combination gon' bust from Brooklyn to Shanghai
Feel the boogie boogie Henny got me tipsy tipsy
Kenny Rogers and Pharoahe Monch? No way, this can't be
48 tracks, country meets rap
Put this on full blast, I'm about to break all formats
My destiny is to lead while y'all follow
This is +Showtime+ and I'm +Live at the Apollo+
[Chorus Two: Kenny Rogers + Wyclef]
You got to know when to hold 'em (soundbwoys)
Know when to fold 'em (emcees)
Know when to walk away (yeah, yeah, yeah..)
Know when to run
You got to count your dub-plates
before you touch the turntables (DJ's)
Cause if you run out of big tunes
that means your sound is done
[Chorus]
4. Thug Angels
Lyrics to Thug Angels :
Refugees yo.. all you say
[Wyclef Jean]
Dirty Dirty Dirty South
I used to play while at the YMCA, in L.A.
Sold my first A-K
I saw her man get murdered on Sunday, Bloody Sunday
(What about Texas?) They need to chill with the gun play
(New York city y'all) Police are at the door
the Magnum was by the ashtray
(Look at shorty y'all) He bout to go out like Scarface
He woke up in a cardboard box with no space
with Thug Angels singin, sayin
[background harmonizing - repeat 2X]
{uh-huhhh uh-huhhh, ahh-ahh-ahh-ahhhh-ahhh-ahhh-
-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh..}
[Wyclef Jean - (over harmonizing)]
So you wanna be a thug?
To all my thugs in Houston, you wan' push drugs?
To all my thugs in Memphis, you want the cars in the videos?
To the Jacksonville Thug Angels, let me tell you how it really goes
[Wyclef Jean]
I'm on the highway with a black bandana, headed to Atlanta
Until I heard WOOP WOOP, that "Sound of Da Police", should I pull over?
He had the dark shades on, but he ain't look like Stevie Wonder
His face was, pale and long - he looked like cold day in December
Now let me ask the truth or somethin -
should I slow down and be a good camper?
I heard a young thug scream,
"It depends what you got in the beamer!!"
Now I got two choices I could blast and become Most Wanted in America
Or I could slow down like the man in the Bronco
and get Johnny Cochran to be my lawyer
Ohh Sonya, hit her on the Motorola
If I get locked up I ain't getting out 'til Tuesday
Cause this is Saturday, and it's a holiday
Now I got to spend a week hangin in the South in jail
but you told me that crime pay
[Wyclef Jean]
The Dirty Dirty Dirty South
I used to play while at the YMCA, in L.A.
Sold my first A-K
I saw her man get murdered on Sunday, Bloody Sunday
(What about Brooklyn?) They need to chill with the gun play
(Hey) Police are at the door
the Magnum was by the ashtray
(New Jersey) He bout to go out like Scarface
He woke up in a cardboard box with no space
with Thug Angels singin, sayin
[background harmonizing - repeat 2X]
{uh-huhhh uh-huhhh, ahh-ahh-ahh-ahhhh-ahhh-ahhh-
-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh..}
[Wyclef Jean] - (over harmonizing)
So you wanna be a thug?
My thugs in Chicago, you wan' push drugs?
My thugs in Orlando, you want the cars in the videos?
To V-A and D.C., St. Louis, Miami
[Wyclef Jean]
So you a killer, how many people did you kill?
You a dealer, how many drugs did you deal-a?
For'realla, used to sell crack on the hill-a
Yeah right! My name is Elvis and your wife is Pricilla
You're an ACTOR, you need a part in this thrilla
Hold up, ain't no nead to bust your four-fifth-a
It's two of use, one of use is bound to leave in a coma
So say your prayers, and give my regards to the undertaker
[Wyclef Jean]
At the Dirty Dirty Dirty South
I used to play while at the YMCA, in L.A.
Sold my first A-K
I saw her man get murdered on Sunday, Bloody Sunday
(What about New Orleans?) They need to chill with the gun play
(New York City y'all) Police are at the door
the Magnum was by the ashtray
(Look at shorty y'all) He bout to go out like Scarface
He woke up in a cardboard box with no space
with Thug Angels singin, sayin
[background harmonizing - repeat 4X]
{uh-huhhh uh-huhhh, ahh-ahh-ahh-ahhhh-ahhh-ahhh-
-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh..}
[Wyclef Jean - (over harmonizing)]
So you wanna be a thug?
To my thugs in Tampa, you wan' push drugs?
To my thugs in Detroit, you want the cars in the videos?
To the North, to the South, to the whole Carolina-lina
Let me tell you how it really goes
So you wanna be a thug?
To my thugs in A-T-L, you wan' push drugs?
To my thugs livin in Dallas, you want the cars in the videos?
Thug Angels in the Birmingham
Let me tell you how it really goes, let's go!
[Wyclef - with voice box effect]
Watch out, for the beasts
Watch out, if you got a seed homie
cause you don't want your kids growin up
thinkin they never had no daddy
Big Pun, rest in peace forever
Bronx, pour some liqour, AHHH
Slang Tom, rest in peace
Police is in the news, watch yourself
Y'all saw what they did to Diallo
[some man complaining]
Yeah you betta turn music down! I call 911!
[Wyclef Jean]
You gon' do WHAT?
WAIT! Yo turn up your musics louder
WAIT! All my people in the system Jeep
WAIT! All my people goin to school early in the mornin
WAIT! Eastern Parkway
[Haitian singing to end]
Refugees yo.. all you say
[Wyclef Jean]
Dirty Dirty Dirty South
I used to play while at the YMCA, in L.A.
Sold my first A-K
I saw her man get murdered on Sunday, Bloody Sunday
(What about Texas?) They need to chill with the gun play
(New York city y'all) Police are at the door
the Magnum was by the ashtray
(Look at shorty y'all) He bout to go out like Scarface
He woke up in a cardboard box with no space
with Thug Angels singin, sayin
[background harmonizing - repeat 2X]
{uh-huhhh uh-huhhh, ahh-ahh-ahh-ahhhh-ahhh-ahhh-
-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh..}
[Wyclef Jean - (over harmonizing)]
So you wanna be a thug?
To all my thugs in Houston, you wan' push drugs?
To all my thugs in Memphis, you want the cars in the videos?
To the Jacksonville Thug Angels, let me tell you how it really goes
[Wyclef Jean]
I'm on the highway with a black bandana, headed to Atlanta
Until I heard WOOP WOOP, that "Sound of Da Police", should I pull over?
He had the dark shades on, but he ain't look like Stevie Wonder
His face was, pale and long - he looked like cold day in December
Now let me ask the truth or somethin -
should I slow down and be a good camper?
I heard a young thug scream,
"It depends what you got in the beamer!!"
Now I got two choices I could blast and become Most Wanted in America
Or I could slow down like the man in the Bronco
and get Johnny Cochran to be my lawyer
Ohh Sonya, hit her on the Motorola
If I get locked up I ain't getting out 'til Tuesday
Cause this is Saturday, and it's a holiday
Now I got to spend a week hangin in the South in jail
but you told me that crime pay
[Wyclef Jean]
The Dirty Dirty Dirty South
I used to play while at the YMCA, in L.A.
Sold my first A-K
I saw her man get murdered on Sunday, Bloody Sunday
(What about Brooklyn?) They need to chill with the gun play
(Hey) Police are at the door
the Magnum was by the ashtray
(New Jersey) He bout to go out like Scarface
He woke up in a cardboard box with no space
with Thug Angels singin, sayin
[background harmonizing - repeat 2X]
{uh-huhhh uh-huhhh, ahh-ahh-ahh-ahhhh-ahhh-ahhh-
-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh..}
[Wyclef Jean] - (over harmonizing)
So you wanna be a thug?
My thugs in Chicago, you wan' push drugs?
My thugs in Orlando, you want the cars in the videos?
To V-A and D.C., St. Louis, Miami
[Wyclef Jean]
So you a killer, how many people did you kill?
You a dealer, how many drugs did you deal-a?
For'realla, used to sell crack on the hill-a
Yeah right! My name is Elvis and your wife is Pricilla
You're an ACTOR, you need a part in this thrilla
Hold up, ain't no nead to bust your four-fifth-a
It's two of use, one of use is bound to leave in a coma
So say your prayers, and give my regards to the undertaker
[Wyclef Jean]
At the Dirty Dirty Dirty South
I used to play while at the YMCA, in L.A.
Sold my first A-K
I saw her man get murdered on Sunday, Bloody Sunday
(What about New Orleans?) They need to chill with the gun play
(New York City y'all) Police are at the door
the Magnum was by the ashtray
(Look at shorty y'all) He bout to go out like Scarface
He woke up in a cardboard box with no space
with Thug Angels singin, sayin
[background harmonizing - repeat 4X]
{uh-huhhh uh-huhhh, ahh-ahh-ahh-ahhhh-ahhh-ahhh-
-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh..}
[Wyclef Jean - (over harmonizing)]
So you wanna be a thug?
To my thugs in Tampa, you wan' push drugs?
To my thugs in Detroit, you want the cars in the videos?
To the North, to the South, to the whole Carolina-lina
Let me tell you how it really goes
So you wanna be a thug?
To my thugs in A-T-L, you wan' push drugs?
To my thugs livin in Dallas, you want the cars in the videos?
Thug Angels in the Birmingham
Let me tell you how it really goes, let's go!
[Wyclef - with voice box effect]
Watch out, for the beasts
Watch out, if you got a seed homie
cause you don't want your kids growin up
thinkin they never had no daddy
Big Pun, rest in peace forever
Bronx, pour some liqour, AHHH
Slang Tom, rest in peace
Police is in the news, watch yourself
Y'all saw what they did to Diallo
[some man complaining]
Yeah you betta turn music down! I call 911!
[Wyclef Jean]
You gon' do WHAT?
WAIT! Yo turn up your musics louder
WAIT! All my people in the system Jeep
WAIT! All my people goin to school early in the mornin
WAIT! Eastern Parkway
[Haitian singing to end]
5. It Doesn't Matter
Lyrics to It Doesn't Matter :
(feat. Melky Sedeck, The Rock)
[The Rock]
Yo this is the Rock kicking it with the Refugee camp
And you're bout to smell what the Rock is cookin'
[Wyclef Jean (The Rock)]
Yo this is strictly a club record
Dedicated to everybody who used to stand outside in the cold
When the F-L-E-X was spinnin at the Red Zone, hooded down
And these tired bouncers would not let me in
YouknowwhatI'msayin?
Yo, yo, yo
I got fifty Bentley's in the West Indies
(It doesn't matter!)
I got a pocket full of cheese and a garden full of trees
(It doesn't matter!)
I just won the bingo bought a crib in Rio
(It doesn't matter!)
Cause if you ain't sharin, people ain't carin
Come up in the hood and they take everything you wearin
Back in the days it was all about the clubs
And the so-called thugs used to dance the break for love
The girls, they wouldn't say HEY!
Unless you bought 'em champagne like it was they birthday
Me, I used to stand outside
Hustlin my way in I'm on the guest list plus five!
Who's performin tonight? He said Shabba
Mister Lover Daddy he be the selector
(Someone jump the Rock's up in here)
Disrespect emcees and catch a smack in your left ear
Light up like Vegas when it's time to gamble
Girls scream for me like I was part of the Beatles
But I'm not honey, but I could be your Paul McCartney
and "Ebony or Ivory" into my Jacuzzi
Foundation like Kool Herc, or DJ Red Alert goes bezerk
The needle ain't skip the record jerked
Cause y'all jumpin' too hard
(Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!)
[Wyclef (The Rock)]
I got fifty Bentley's in the West Indies
(It doesn't matter!)
I got a pocket full of cheese and a garden full of trees
(It doesn't matter!)
What? I just won the bingo bought a crib in Rio
(It doesn't matter!)
Yo cause if you ain't sharin, people ain't carin
Come up in the hood and they take everything you wearin
Yo Rock I just bought a fresh Bentley
(It doesn't matter you just bought a fresh Bentley!)
[Wyclef (Melky Sedeck)]
How many of y'all ever been to a barbecue
And you always got an aunt or uncle
wanna show you how the old dances go
And they start it off like this
Electric slide on the dance floor
Freaky-deaky like Studio 54
GIRLS!! Until the IRS raids it
Drug money get converted into music
The dope man becomes an entertainer
Leave that crack alone! I told the customers
I'm into bigger and better things Mr. Fiend
You want a hit? Give me a guitar and a drum machine
And the crowd will scream loud when the bass thump
I can smell it in the air, the smell is funk
{*cough cough*} Excuse me I gotta cough
Girl you in so much ice you could freeze New York
You're man must really love you, what does he do for a living?
(He works on Wall Street he's only home two nights a week)
That's when she said a little too much conversation
Think she want to indulge in lyrical masturbation
So I proceeded with the conversation, I said
Can I offer you a glass of Merlot Mrs. No Name?
(Let's get it straight huh, my name's Veronica)
She had the ass the size of South America
She said ain't you that kid that sing Guantanamera
way before Ricky Martin sung "Livin' La Vida Loca"
What hood you come from?
I was raised in Brooklyn, but did my studies in Jerusalem
The New Jerusalem yup, that's short for New Jersey
Checked my watch it was a quarter to three
Slid to her crib when we opened the door
Her man was on the bottle waiting for her with the 44
[Wyclef (The Rock)]
Now what it look like, it ain't really that
(It doesn't matter!)
So he cocked the gat at my top hat
(It doesn't matter!)
Are you crazy? You was married!
(It doesn't matter!)
Cause if you ain't sharin, people ain't carin
Come up in your hood and they take everything you wearin
Yeah that's when shorty walked up to her man
And she said I gotta go I can't be here no more
And she said this
[Melky Sedeck]
Take me home, to the place
I belong at the Refugee Camp
And the Booga basement
That's where I live, oh
Come on
Yo Rock I sold like seventeen million records
(It doesn't matter how many records you've sold!)
Alright I'm with you, yo check it out
You wanna go get diamond rings?
(It doesn't matter if the Rock wants to go get diamond rings or not!)
Man listen, listen
I just got two new Grammy's man
(It doesn't matter about your Grammy's!)
It doesn't matter
(feat. Melky Sedeck, The Rock)
[The Rock]
Yo this is the Rock kicking it with the Refugee camp
And you're bout to smell what the Rock is cookin'
[Wyclef Jean (The Rock)]
Yo this is strictly a club record
Dedicated to everybody who used to stand outside in the cold
When the F-L-E-X was spinnin at the Red Zone, hooded down
And these tired bouncers would not let me in
YouknowwhatI'msayin?
Yo, yo, yo
I got fifty Bentley's in the West Indies
(It doesn't matter!)
I got a pocket full of cheese and a garden full of trees
(It doesn't matter!)
I just won the bingo bought a crib in Rio
(It doesn't matter!)
Cause if you ain't sharin, people ain't carin
Come up in the hood and they take everything you wearin
Back in the days it was all about the clubs
And the so-called thugs used to dance the break for love
The girls, they wouldn't say HEY!
Unless you bought 'em champagne like it was they birthday
Me, I used to stand outside
Hustlin my way in I'm on the guest list plus five!
Who's performin tonight? He said Shabba
Mister Lover Daddy he be the selector
(Someone jump the Rock's up in here)
Disrespect emcees and catch a smack in your left ear
Light up like Vegas when it's time to gamble
Girls scream for me like I was part of the Beatles
But I'm not honey, but I could be your Paul McCartney
and "Ebony or Ivory" into my Jacuzzi
Foundation like Kool Herc, or DJ Red Alert goes bezerk
The needle ain't skip the record jerked
Cause y'all jumpin' too hard
(Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!)
[Wyclef (The Rock)]
I got fifty Bentley's in the West Indies
(It doesn't matter!)
I got a pocket full of cheese and a garden full of trees
(It doesn't matter!)
What? I just won the bingo bought a crib in Rio
(It doesn't matter!)
Yo cause if you ain't sharin, people ain't carin
Come up in the hood and they take everything you wearin
Yo Rock I just bought a fresh Bentley
(It doesn't matter you just bought a fresh Bentley!)
[Wyclef (Melky Sedeck)]
How many of y'all ever been to a barbecue
And you always got an aunt or uncle
wanna show you how the old dances go
And they start it off like this
Electric slide on the dance floor
Freaky-deaky like Studio 54
GIRLS!! Until the IRS raids it
Drug money get converted into music
The dope man becomes an entertainer
Leave that crack alone! I told the customers
I'm into bigger and better things Mr. Fiend
You want a hit? Give me a guitar and a drum machine
And the crowd will scream loud when the bass thump
I can smell it in the air, the smell is funk
{*cough cough*} Excuse me I gotta cough
Girl you in so much ice you could freeze New York
You're man must really love you, what does he do for a living?
(He works on Wall Street he's only home two nights a week)
That's when she said a little too much conversation
Think she want to indulge in lyrical masturbation
So I proceeded with the conversation, I said
Can I offer you a glass of Merlot Mrs. No Name?
(Let's get it straight huh, my name's Veronica)
She had the ass the size of South America
She said ain't you that kid that sing Guantanamera
way before Ricky Martin sung "Livin' La Vida Loca"
What hood you come from?
I was raised in Brooklyn, but did my studies in Jerusalem
The New Jerusalem yup, that's short for New Jersey
Checked my watch it was a quarter to three
Slid to her crib when we opened the door
Her man was on the bottle waiting for her with the 44
[Wyclef (The Rock)]
Now what it look like, it ain't really that
(It doesn't matter!)
So he cocked the gat at my top hat
(It doesn't matter!)
Are you crazy? You was married!
(It doesn't matter!)
Cause if you ain't sharin, people ain't carin
Come up in your hood and they take everything you wearin
Yeah that's when shorty walked up to her man
And she said I gotta go I can't be here no more
And she said this
[Melky Sedeck]
Take me home, to the place
I belong at the Refugee Camp
And the Booga basement
That's where I live, oh
Come on
Yo Rock I sold like seventeen million records
(It doesn't matter how many records you've sold!)
Alright I'm with you, yo check it out
You wanna go get diamond rings?
(It doesn't matter if the Rock wants to go get diamond rings or not!)
Man listen, listen
I just got two new Grammy's man
(It doesn't matter about your Grammy's!)
It doesn't matter
6. 911
Lyrics to 911 :
(feat. Mary J. Blige)
[Wyclef]
Yo, what up, this Wyclef with Mary J.
I serenade the girls with my accoustic guitar
You know what I'm sayin'?
Yo, fellas havin' problems with the chicks?
I want you right now to turn the lights down low
Pull your girl up next to you
I want you to sing this to her
If death comes for me tonight, girl
I want you to know that I love you
And no matter how tough I wouldn't dare
Only to you I would reveal my tears
So tell the police I ain't home tonight
Messin' around with you is gonna get me life
But when I look into your eyes
You're worth that sacrafice
If this is the kind of love that my mom used to warn me about
Man, I'm in trouble
I'm in real big trouble
If this is the kind of love that the old folks used to warn me about
Man, I'm in trouble
I'm in real big trouble
I need y'all to do me a favor
Someone please call 911 (pick up the phone yo)
Tell them I just been shot down
and the bullet's, in my heart
And it's piercin through my soul (I'm losin blood yo)
Feel my body gettin cold
Somone please call 911 (pick up the phone yo)
The alleged assailaint, is five foot one
and she shot me through my soul
Feel my body gettin cold
[Mary J. Blige]
So cold
Sometimes I feel like I'm a prisoner
I think I'm trapped here for a while
(but I'm always right here with you girl)
And every breath I fight to take
Is as hard as these four walls I wanna break
I told the cops you wasn't here tonight
Messin' around with me is gonna get you life
Oh yeah, yeah
But everytime I look into your eyes
Then it's worth the sacrifice
[Wyclef]
If this is the kind of love that your mom used to warn you about
Man, we are in trouble
You're in real big trouble
If this is the kind of love that the old folks used to warn me about
I'm in trouble
I'm in real big trouble
You got anything to say, girl?
[Mary J. Blige]
Someone please call 911, yeah yeah (pick up the phone yo)
Tell them I just got shot down
And it's piercin through my soul (I'm losin blood yo)
Feel my body gettin cold
[Wyclef]
Someone please call 911 (can you do that for me)
The alleged assailaint, was five foot one
And she shot me through my soul (and he shot me through my heart)
Feel my body gettin cold
(He didn't care, he didn't worry, he didn't wonder..)
[Wyclef and Mary J. Blige]
I'm feelin you girl
I understand
[Mary J. Blige]
And you're doin, what you're doin, would you do it
and do it and do it and do it for me..
(feat. Mary J. Blige)
[Wyclef]
Yo, what up, this Wyclef with Mary J.
I serenade the girls with my accoustic guitar
You know what I'm sayin'?
Yo, fellas havin' problems with the chicks?
I want you right now to turn the lights down low
Pull your girl up next to you
I want you to sing this to her
If death comes for me tonight, girl
I want you to know that I love you
And no matter how tough I wouldn't dare
Only to you I would reveal my tears
So tell the police I ain't home tonight
Messin' around with you is gonna get me life
But when I look into your eyes
You're worth that sacrafice
If this is the kind of love that my mom used to warn me about
Man, I'm in trouble
I'm in real big trouble
If this is the kind of love that the old folks used to warn me about
Man, I'm in trouble
I'm in real big trouble
I need y'all to do me a favor
Someone please call 911 (pick up the phone yo)
Tell them I just been shot down
and the bullet's, in my heart
And it's piercin through my soul (I'm losin blood yo)
Feel my body gettin cold
Somone please call 911 (pick up the phone yo)
The alleged assailaint, is five foot one
and she shot me through my soul
Feel my body gettin cold
[Mary J. Blige]
So cold
Sometimes I feel like I'm a prisoner
I think I'm trapped here for a while
(but I'm always right here with you girl)
And every breath I fight to take
Is as hard as these four walls I wanna break
I told the cops you wasn't here tonight
Messin' around with me is gonna get you life
Oh yeah, yeah
But everytime I look into your eyes
Then it's worth the sacrifice
[Wyclef]
If this is the kind of love that your mom used to warn you about
Man, we are in trouble
You're in real big trouble
If this is the kind of love that the old folks used to warn me about
I'm in trouble
I'm in real big trouble
You got anything to say, girl?
[Mary J. Blige]
Someone please call 911, yeah yeah (pick up the phone yo)
Tell them I just got shot down
And it's piercin through my soul (I'm losin blood yo)
Feel my body gettin cold
[Wyclef]
Someone please call 911 (can you do that for me)
The alleged assailaint, was five foot one
And she shot me through my soul (and he shot me through my heart)
Feel my body gettin cold
(He didn't care, he didn't worry, he didn't wonder..)
[Wyclef and Mary J. Blige]
I'm feelin you girl
I understand
[Mary J. Blige]
And you're doin, what you're doin, would you do it
and do it and do it and do it for me..
7. Pullin Me In
Lyrics to Pullin Me In :
[Intro:]
Y'all know y'all done messed up now right?
Mmmm mmmm, fo' real
[opera singing]
You know, you messed up, I'm not laughing
All y'all beats is soundin the same, y'all rhymin the same
Some of y'all even wearing the same jewelry
And y'all doin the same videos
Shut up, you know you messed up right?
That's why they brought me back in this game
To bring it right back to the essence, mmm hmmm
Oh yeah, and all this kill this, kill that, kill this
Lemme tell you somethin, (what, what)
The real killers, they're standin right over there
Waitin for you to act like a killer, so they can kill you
Yo Sedeck, do me a favor yo
Yo tell everybody on this side of the stage
To just move back a little cuz it's about to get real rowdy
in the front yo, they comin yo
I could never forget the underground hip hop
I'ma dedicate this to everybody that knew me when I was broke
Workin at Burger King, hustlin dime bags on a twelve speed bicycle
All the projects man, youknowwhatimsayin?
Yo
[HOOK:]
Every time I keep pullin out, y'all keep pullin me in, sin
Kick a little somethin for the New Jerusalem
Let people know you aint forget where you came from, where you came from
Every time I keep pullin out, y'all keep pullin me in, sin
Kick a little somethin for the street DJs
Let people know you aint forget where you came from, where you came from
[Verse 1]
Yo, yo this probably the hardest verse that I ever recite
I'm in the studio with a gun in my neck it's all right
Surrounded by gangsters, I don't know how they got here
But I feel like the Haitian Frank Sinatra, in his young years
New York, on my way to Kennedy airport
L.A., I was told wear colors wherever you walk
Dirt, dirty south, I heard they run up in your house
Shakespeare, no time to jive blast your girl through the blouse
What? MCs, y'all aint nothing but assassins
Every two lines is killin, or incarceration
Murderation, closed casket cremation
Closest you got to prison was seein barson television
But I'ma go long as this thug phenomenon
Pass me a bandanna, two shots from my Mag-num
All of that, to get your attention
Here's a few things I been dyin to mention
Anyone talk about guns, I'ma buy the cartel
Any more beats soundin the same, I'ma put your MPC to cell
Listen, reminiscing on Nas, *It Aint Hard To Tell*
Still feel like somebody's watching me like Rockwell
Talk about diamonds, I'ma kidnap Jacob
Talk about the Fugees, I'ma break up the make up
Put your stake up, I'm about to work my way back to the streets
And y'all wanna bootleg cuz y'all will get Jay-Z
[HOOK (variations)]
Kick a little something for the projects Clef
Kick a little something for the hip hop fans
[Verse 2]
Hip hop fans, y'all like the woman in my house
No matter how faithful I am, y'all still have your doubts
Talkin bout, is he real in this relationship
Or did he go pop, and on the side get a mistress
My mistress is a guitar, classical like Mozart
Paint murder on the wall just to show y'all some art
And y'all wanna start, and lose body parts
I suggest you start walkin, tell your man stop talking
You know the scenario, the innocent is always the first to go
And Dorothy sings somewhere over the rainbow
Kum Ba Ya, got you trapped in barbed wire
Dope delivery, but I'm the ghost writer
Tall tribes of Juda, deeper than books
Watch what you cook cuz you might get hooked
Man... I miss real MCs
Like Kool G Rap, written in graffiti
Before the plane, I used to take the train
Watch fiends puttin up they vein, moms raisin caine
Able's on the roof, cook like a goose
To calm my nerve, I drink Vodka 180 proof
I'm back in the shack, lay flat on my back
Two choices, sell rap or sell crack
Chose sell rap, but watch my back like I'm sellin crack
Cuz the music industry is the same street format
I sold y'all Nappy Heads, to The Score, to The Carnival
But yet y'all still wanted more
Since Sedeck went back, came off wit a break
I blend so perfect, that you would want it for your mixtape
[beatbox]
[HOOK (variations)]
Kick a little something for the brothers up north
[Intro:]
Y'all know y'all done messed up now right?
Mmmm mmmm, fo' real
[opera singing]
You know, you messed up, I'm not laughing
All y'all beats is soundin the same, y'all rhymin the same
Some of y'all even wearing the same jewelry
And y'all doin the same videos
Shut up, you know you messed up right?
That's why they brought me back in this game
To bring it right back to the essence, mmm hmmm
Oh yeah, and all this kill this, kill that, kill this
Lemme tell you somethin, (what, what)
The real killers, they're standin right over there
Waitin for you to act like a killer, so they can kill you
Yo Sedeck, do me a favor yo
Yo tell everybody on this side of the stage
To just move back a little cuz it's about to get real rowdy
in the front yo, they comin yo
I could never forget the underground hip hop
I'ma dedicate this to everybody that knew me when I was broke
Workin at Burger King, hustlin dime bags on a twelve speed bicycle
All the projects man, youknowwhatimsayin?
Yo
[HOOK:]
Every time I keep pullin out, y'all keep pullin me in, sin
Kick a little somethin for the New Jerusalem
Let people know you aint forget where you came from, where you came from
Every time I keep pullin out, y'all keep pullin me in, sin
Kick a little somethin for the street DJs
Let people know you aint forget where you came from, where you came from
[Verse 1]
Yo, yo this probably the hardest verse that I ever recite
I'm in the studio with a gun in my neck it's all right
Surrounded by gangsters, I don't know how they got here
But I feel like the Haitian Frank Sinatra, in his young years
New York, on my way to Kennedy airport
L.A., I was told wear colors wherever you walk
Dirt, dirty south, I heard they run up in your house
Shakespeare, no time to jive blast your girl through the blouse
What? MCs, y'all aint nothing but assassins
Every two lines is killin, or incarceration
Murderation, closed casket cremation
Closest you got to prison was seein barson television
But I'ma go long as this thug phenomenon
Pass me a bandanna, two shots from my Mag-num
All of that, to get your attention
Here's a few things I been dyin to mention
Anyone talk about guns, I'ma buy the cartel
Any more beats soundin the same, I'ma put your MPC to cell
Listen, reminiscing on Nas, *It Aint Hard To Tell*
Still feel like somebody's watching me like Rockwell
Talk about diamonds, I'ma kidnap Jacob
Talk about the Fugees, I'ma break up the make up
Put your stake up, I'm about to work my way back to the streets
And y'all wanna bootleg cuz y'all will get Jay-Z
[HOOK (variations)]
Kick a little something for the projects Clef
Kick a little something for the hip hop fans
[Verse 2]
Hip hop fans, y'all like the woman in my house
No matter how faithful I am, y'all still have your doubts
Talkin bout, is he real in this relationship
Or did he go pop, and on the side get a mistress
My mistress is a guitar, classical like Mozart
Paint murder on the wall just to show y'all some art
And y'all wanna start, and lose body parts
I suggest you start walkin, tell your man stop talking
You know the scenario, the innocent is always the first to go
And Dorothy sings somewhere over the rainbow
Kum Ba Ya, got you trapped in barbed wire
Dope delivery, but I'm the ghost writer
Tall tribes of Juda, deeper than books
Watch what you cook cuz you might get hooked
Man... I miss real MCs
Like Kool G Rap, written in graffiti
Before the plane, I used to take the train
Watch fiends puttin up they vein, moms raisin caine
Able's on the roof, cook like a goose
To calm my nerve, I drink Vodka 180 proof
I'm back in the shack, lay flat on my back
Two choices, sell rap or sell crack
Chose sell rap, but watch my back like I'm sellin crack
Cuz the music industry is the same street format
I sold y'all Nappy Heads, to The Score, to The Carnival
But yet y'all still wanted more
Since Sedeck went back, came off wit a break
I blend so perfect, that you would want it for your mixtape
[beatbox]
[HOOK (variations)]
Kick a little something for the brothers up north
8. Da Cypha
Lyrics to Da Cypha :
(feat. Supreme C, Marie Antoinette, Hope)
[INTRO:]
Yo 1, 2, 1, 2
The Clef is back with some adjustments
Refugee camp
(Turn it up! Turn it up! Turn it up!)
Yo, you see them Refugees right there, they goin in the car
[HOOK:]
WooWooWooWooWoo
Keys they goin in the trunk
WooWooWooWooWoo
Fiends they don't give a uh
[Marie Antoinette]
And Flex couldn't save you even if he dropped a bomb in this
You still gon be found in a ditch
My name should be Robin Banks the way I be robbin banks
I'm a fiend for the S-500 I want it
Used to stay high and blunted, but all that had to stop
Chick like me be chasin after cops
And they don't stop at my block after the Diallo shootin
Soldiers in waitin, marksmen recruitin
Salutin, thug confederates, rhyme and reason
Time and treatin, Air Force One we leavin
Panama red, holdin 52 hands for ransom
My man Johnny Handsome, itchin to cancel 'em
I'm like hold up, wait a minute, let's get down to buisness
We could shoot up everything soon as the deal is finished
Blah, blah, I got two hours to kill
We want like 5 mil in a private jet so peel
[Supreme C]
Supreme C been after mean figures, ask my lil nigga
Since back in the days, before he was raised
Aint nobody puttin fear in my heart, who need a jumpstart
My art sharp, shoot your posse apart
Nigga take you on one by one, gun by gun
Son by son, done by done
Whoever come murder fest, one of the best
I'm gettin assets, collect ass bets, squat by your address
I come to kick it wit you, walk beans stickin wit you
Why try to hide from accomplice vibe
Yo we break bread, break heads, my people shake feds
Gamble and scramble, F what your man do
It's all about this husltin game, muscle and fame
Tussels in rain, take aim, blush you with game
My language is unexplainable, switch, changeable
And I stay remaindable, with bigger guns aimed at you
[HOOK]
[Hope]
I run up in Da Cypha heavily armed with endless bars of metaphoric harm
A python with poisonous charm, extending my arm
Pushing figures way to the back
Out of your reach, excessive like Fatal Attract
Freeze, a renegade bar stroke, an ace of spades
I'll kiss you wit a blade when I think I'm gettin played
Made woman, you never in bed with the same woman
You say you want it, you don't wanna see the omen
When my sixth sense start flowin I bless like holy water
I don't wanna die cuz I'm my daddy's only daughter
But yo, sometimes I see the writin on the wall
You know the ghetto testaments, the shootouts, the brawls
Close frames in the hall, will you stand or will you fall
Your whole click is on the run now would you tell it all
About the night shifters, me, I'ma cypher drifter
My sixteen bars is up so peace to the mixes
[HOOK 2X]
[Wyclef]
October 31st I was standing by the sour
These thugs don't wanna talk they want these Pumas I just bought
Fresh outta school, picked on cuz I'm bilingual
I barely spoke English but the gun language was universal
Ran in the grocery store, spoke to Gabriel
He said, you have problems, here's a feezy from Israel
Ran back outside, just before I could say... another homicide
Threw the biscuit in the bushes runnin like Jesse Owens
Police showed up, but I was nowhere in existence
Back in the crib thinkin bout what I just did
I'ma police of defense but I'm bound to catch this bid
My hypothesis was right, they knocked the door, homie
Like a super in the projects wantin rent money
Just when I thought I get my life straight in the states
Is when I found myself climbin down the fire escape
Bodies found in Virginia under the dumpsters, no
18 shell cases in front of the grocery sto'
Flee the scene of the crime before y'all kick the door
No your honor that must be some old rhyme that I wrote
And lyrics sometime man they misinterpretate it
For example when I say gun I mean my pen and paper
And everytime I wave and spit the crowd jump
Cuz I'm still Digital Underground like "humpty hump"
Feel the funk comin through your elephant trunks
I aint even *Kriss Kross* my clothes yet
And yet y'all wanna "Jump, Jump" in Da Cypha, "Jump, Jump"
You in Da Cypha
[HOOK]
[OUTRO:]
Stay in the house when you hear
WooWooWooWooWoo
It means the murder's outside you hear
WooWooWooWooWoo
Where the real killers at you hear
WooWooWooWooWoo
Honey who chill with the gats you hear
WooWooWooWooWoo
Yo don't talk crap man
WooWooWooWooWoo
Just cuz your girl's wit you man
WooWooWooWooWoo
Cuz both o y'all gon go man
WooWooWooWooWoo
To a place where no man knows man
WooWooWooWooWoo
Femme fatale, Hope
WooWooWooWooWoo
Supreme C, kinda dope
WooWooWooWooWoo
Marie Antoinette in the back with the techs
WooWooWooWooWoo
Y'all know the flavor Refugee Camp...
WooWooWooWooWoo...
(feat. Supreme C, Marie Antoinette, Hope)
[INTRO:]
Yo 1, 2, 1, 2
The Clef is back with some adjustments
Refugee camp
(Turn it up! Turn it up! Turn it up!)
Yo, you see them Refugees right there, they goin in the car
[HOOK:]
WooWooWooWooWoo
Keys they goin in the trunk
WooWooWooWooWoo
Fiends they don't give a uh
[Marie Antoinette]
And Flex couldn't save you even if he dropped a bomb in this
You still gon be found in a ditch
My name should be Robin Banks the way I be robbin banks
I'm a fiend for the S-500 I want it
Used to stay high and blunted, but all that had to stop
Chick like me be chasin after cops
And they don't stop at my block after the Diallo shootin
Soldiers in waitin, marksmen recruitin
Salutin, thug confederates, rhyme and reason
Time and treatin, Air Force One we leavin
Panama red, holdin 52 hands for ransom
My man Johnny Handsome, itchin to cancel 'em
I'm like hold up, wait a minute, let's get down to buisness
We could shoot up everything soon as the deal is finished
Blah, blah, I got two hours to kill
We want like 5 mil in a private jet so peel
[Supreme C]
Supreme C been after mean figures, ask my lil nigga
Since back in the days, before he was raised
Aint nobody puttin fear in my heart, who need a jumpstart
My art sharp, shoot your posse apart
Nigga take you on one by one, gun by gun
Son by son, done by done
Whoever come murder fest, one of the best
I'm gettin assets, collect ass bets, squat by your address
I come to kick it wit you, walk beans stickin wit you
Why try to hide from accomplice vibe
Yo we break bread, break heads, my people shake feds
Gamble and scramble, F what your man do
It's all about this husltin game, muscle and fame
Tussels in rain, take aim, blush you with game
My language is unexplainable, switch, changeable
And I stay remaindable, with bigger guns aimed at you
[HOOK]
[Hope]
I run up in Da Cypha heavily armed with endless bars of metaphoric harm
A python with poisonous charm, extending my arm
Pushing figures way to the back
Out of your reach, excessive like Fatal Attract
Freeze, a renegade bar stroke, an ace of spades
I'll kiss you wit a blade when I think I'm gettin played
Made woman, you never in bed with the same woman
You say you want it, you don't wanna see the omen
When my sixth sense start flowin I bless like holy water
I don't wanna die cuz I'm my daddy's only daughter
But yo, sometimes I see the writin on the wall
You know the ghetto testaments, the shootouts, the brawls
Close frames in the hall, will you stand or will you fall
Your whole click is on the run now would you tell it all
About the night shifters, me, I'ma cypher drifter
My sixteen bars is up so peace to the mixes
[HOOK 2X]
[Wyclef]
October 31st I was standing by the sour
These thugs don't wanna talk they want these Pumas I just bought
Fresh outta school, picked on cuz I'm bilingual
I barely spoke English but the gun language was universal
Ran in the grocery store, spoke to Gabriel
He said, you have problems, here's a feezy from Israel
Ran back outside, just before I could say... another homicide
Threw the biscuit in the bushes runnin like Jesse Owens
Police showed up, but I was nowhere in existence
Back in the crib thinkin bout what I just did
I'ma police of defense but I'm bound to catch this bid
My hypothesis was right, they knocked the door, homie
Like a super in the projects wantin rent money
Just when I thought I get my life straight in the states
Is when I found myself climbin down the fire escape
Bodies found in Virginia under the dumpsters, no
18 shell cases in front of the grocery sto'
Flee the scene of the crime before y'all kick the door
No your honor that must be some old rhyme that I wrote
And lyrics sometime man they misinterpretate it
For example when I say gun I mean my pen and paper
And everytime I wave and spit the crowd jump
Cuz I'm still Digital Underground like "humpty hump"
Feel the funk comin through your elephant trunks
I aint even *Kriss Kross* my clothes yet
And yet y'all wanna "Jump, Jump" in Da Cypha, "Jump, Jump"
You in Da Cypha
[HOOK]
[OUTRO:]
Stay in the house when you hear
WooWooWooWooWoo
It means the murder's outside you hear
WooWooWooWooWoo
Where the real killers at you hear
WooWooWooWooWoo
Honey who chill with the gats you hear
WooWooWooWooWoo
Yo don't talk crap man
WooWooWooWooWoo
Just cuz your girl's wit you man
WooWooWooWooWoo
Cuz both o y'all gon go man
WooWooWooWooWoo
To a place where no man knows man
WooWooWooWooWoo
Femme fatale, Hope
WooWooWooWooWoo
Supreme C, kinda dope
WooWooWooWooWoo
Marie Antoinette in the back with the techs
WooWooWooWooWoo
Y'all know the flavor Refugee Camp...
WooWooWooWooWoo...
9. Runaway
Lyrics to Runaway :
(feat. Earth, Wind & Fire, The Product G&B)
[Wyclef]
To my people doing time
To my people rest in peace (y'all ready for the refugee camp?)
Introducing Earth, Wind & Fire
Yah yah yah
Come on come on come on
No money in my pocket
Gotta get a no limit
So I became America's most wanted
All I ever wanted was a fancy car
A crib for my mom and a mastercard
Baby you know it's in Hollywood
New cop flicks with Clint Eastwood
Went from a teen to a young adult
No excuses aint't my fault
[Bridge]
Runaway
We living like runaways
Wake up
Stretching in the morning
Trying to make it through the day
Brush my teeth
Hit the streets
Where there's heat
We afford to beef
Hoping one day
We don't have to run away
(Gotta Escape)
[Chorus]
I didn't want to runaway
But I had to get a way yo (gotta get away)
We didn't want to runaway
But we had to get away yo (gotta get away)
I didn't want to leave astray
But sometimes I gotta get away yo (gotta get away)
I didn't want to go away
But I had to go away yo
Yo G&B where you at?
[Product G&B]
Momma came home from a hard days work
At day time a maid at night time a nurse
Work so hard to make sure we survived
Living a ghetto paradise
Sometimes I wake up screaming in the middle of the night
Hoping that darkness brings me light
Praying for that better day where we won't have to runaway
[Bridge]
Runaway
We living like runaways
Wake up
Stretching in the morning
Trying to make it through the day
Brush my teeth
Hit the streets
Where there's heat
We afford to beef
Hoping one day
We don't have to run away
[Chorus]
I didn't want to runaway
But I had to get a way yo (gotta get away)
We didn't want to runaway
But we had to get away yo (gotta get away)
I didn't want to leave astray
But sometimes I gotta get away yo (gotta get away)
I didn't want to go away
But I had to go away yo
Ladies and gentleman Earth, Wind & Fire
[Earth, Wind & Fire]
Ba dow bo ba dow bo ba dow bo ba dow bo ba dow bo ba dow bo
(da da da da da da ) (Feeling melly y'all)
Ba dow bo Ba dow bo
(More peace y'all)
Ba dow bo Baw dow bo
Ba dow bo Baw dow bo
Bow da da da da
[Bridge]
Runaway
We living like runaways
Wake up
Stretching in the morning
Trying to make it through the day
Brush my teeth
Hit the streets
Where there's heat
We afford to beef
Hoping one day
We don't have to run away
[ChorusX2]
I didn't want to runaway
But I had to get a way yo (gotta get away)
We didn't want to runaway
But we had to get away yo (gotta get away)
I didn't want to leave astray
But sometimes I gotta get away yo (gotta get away)
I didn't want to go away
But I had to go away yo
Yo y'all gonna make me do it I don't want to do it but here we go
[Earth, Wind & Fire]
ba y ya bay y ya bay y ay y ay y ay y ay y ya
ba da ba ba ba
(Ain't no samples this is original baby)
ba y ya bay y ya bay y ay y ay y ay y ay y ya
(Put em up y'all)
ba da ba ba ba
(Refugees)
Ba da ba ba ba ba ba
Ba da ba ba ba ba ba da
Ba da ba ba ba ba ba
(I want to see everybody's hand in the air right now)
y ay y ay y ay y ay y ya y ya (recognize the legends up in here)
Uh!
(feat. Earth, Wind & Fire, The Product G&B)
[Wyclef]
To my people doing time
To my people rest in peace (y'all ready for the refugee camp?)
Introducing Earth, Wind & Fire
Yah yah yah
Come on come on come on
No money in my pocket
Gotta get a no limit
So I became America's most wanted
All I ever wanted was a fancy car
A crib for my mom and a mastercard
Baby you know it's in Hollywood
New cop flicks with Clint Eastwood
Went from a teen to a young adult
No excuses aint't my fault
[Bridge]
Runaway
We living like runaways
Wake up
Stretching in the morning
Trying to make it through the day
Brush my teeth
Hit the streets
Where there's heat
We afford to beef
Hoping one day
We don't have to run away
(Gotta Escape)
[Chorus]
I didn't want to runaway
But I had to get a way yo (gotta get away)
We didn't want to runaway
But we had to get away yo (gotta get away)
I didn't want to leave astray
But sometimes I gotta get away yo (gotta get away)
I didn't want to go away
But I had to go away yo
Yo G&B where you at?
[Product G&B]
Momma came home from a hard days work
At day time a maid at night time a nurse
Work so hard to make sure we survived
Living a ghetto paradise
Sometimes I wake up screaming in the middle of the night
Hoping that darkness brings me light
Praying for that better day where we won't have to runaway
[Bridge]
Runaway
We living like runaways
Wake up
Stretching in the morning
Trying to make it through the day
Brush my teeth
Hit the streets
Where there's heat
We afford to beef
Hoping one day
We don't have to run away
[Chorus]
I didn't want to runaway
But I had to get a way yo (gotta get away)
We didn't want to runaway
But we had to get away yo (gotta get away)
I didn't want to leave astray
But sometimes I gotta get away yo (gotta get away)
I didn't want to go away
But I had to go away yo
Ladies and gentleman Earth, Wind & Fire
[Earth, Wind & Fire]
Ba dow bo ba dow bo ba dow bo ba dow bo ba dow bo ba dow bo
(da da da da da da ) (Feeling melly y'all)
Ba dow bo Ba dow bo
(More peace y'all)
Ba dow bo Baw dow bo
Ba dow bo Baw dow bo
Bow da da da da
[Bridge]
Runaway
We living like runaways
Wake up
Stretching in the morning
Trying to make it through the day
Brush my teeth
Hit the streets
Where there's heat
We afford to beef
Hoping one day
We don't have to run away
[ChorusX2]
I didn't want to runaway
But I had to get a way yo (gotta get away)
We didn't want to runaway
But we had to get away yo (gotta get away)
I didn't want to leave astray
But sometimes I gotta get away yo (gotta get away)
I didn't want to go away
But I had to go away yo
Yo y'all gonna make me do it I don't want to do it but here we go
[Earth, Wind & Fire]
ba y ya bay y ya bay y ay y ay y ay y ay y ya
ba da ba ba ba
(Ain't no samples this is original baby)
ba y ya bay y ya bay y ay y ay y ay y ay y ya
(Put em up y'all)
ba da ba ba ba
(Refugees)
Ba da ba ba ba ba ba
Ba da ba ba ba ba ba da
Ba da ba ba ba ba ba
(I want to see everybody's hand in the air right now)
y ay y ay y ay y ay y ya y ya (recognize the legends up in here)
Uh!
10. Red Light District
Lyrics to Red Light District :
(Instrumental)
(Instrumental)
11. Perfect Gentlemen
Lyrics to Perfect Gentleman :
(This one's goin' out to the strip joints
Yo, meet me at Suzy's Rendez-vous
For every Go-Go Bar
I'ma send this one out to the gentlemen's clubs
Magic City, New York dogs, Rolex
I be seeing y'all up in there late at night
I understand when your girl is stressing you out
(Crazy girls) Know what I'm saying?
Don't let the ladies fool y'all now, fellas
They be doin' the same thing y'all be doin'
Turn up my symphony, man.
Turn up my symphony!
Drop a BEAT!)
[Chorus]
Just 'cuz she dances go-go
It don't make her a ho, no
Maxine, put your dance shoes on
We going to the disco
We gonna eeeelope to Meeeexico
Called up my mama, said I'm in love with a stripper, yo
[Verse 1]
Ten grand, let me see you shake it like you got no
bones in your body and you was made to be a celebrity
Twenty grand, know it's a sin, but before me you show
me a little more skin it would fulfill my fantasy
Thirty grand, to the highest bidder but Chris Rock
said, 'There's no sex in the champaigne room'
Forty grand, looked into her eyes, I saw tears falling
down, type of tears that money couldn't buy
[Chorus 2X]
[Verse 2]
[Wyclef]
Excuse me, what is your name?
[Hope]
Uh, my name is Hope, yo
I was blessed with the body of the Goddesses
Have you any idea how hard this is?
I could flex in 25 positions
But I only work here to pay my tuition
Yo, tantalizing teaser
Table-top pleaser
Give me what I need a
Mastercard a Visa
Lap dance fantasy
Picture us on and on white canopy
Wyclef extended his hand to me
Like Billy D. said he's feelin me
Take me away from here, so far
Where they ride horses, no cars
No more stripping in bars
Me and you 'Clef, against the odds
[Chorus 2X]
(Yo a lot of y'all sitting with y'all girls
fronting like the budweiser commercial
Talking bout, 'IIIIIII, I don't be going to the strip joints'
You lying man! You'd be surprised who you see up in there man.
I got one question for you liars, man)
Shot callers, Wasn't you a preacher?
You calling her a hooker? He without sin cast the first stone.
I met her on the subway, she gave me that VIP card
And told me if I ever have problems,
Don't hesitate to come by, yeah, yeah, yeah
[Chorus 2X]
Call up my mama said I'm in love with a stripper yo!
(Yo baby, can I get another lap dance? I tell you I
got nothing but funny money, man. New York Dogs.)
(This one's goin' out to the strip joints
Yo, meet me at Suzy's Rendez-vous
For every Go-Go Bar
I'ma send this one out to the gentlemen's clubs
Magic City, New York dogs, Rolex
I be seeing y'all up in there late at night
I understand when your girl is stressing you out
(Crazy girls) Know what I'm saying?
Don't let the ladies fool y'all now, fellas
They be doin' the same thing y'all be doin'
Turn up my symphony, man.
Turn up my symphony!
Drop a BEAT!)
[Chorus]
Just 'cuz she dances go-go
It don't make her a ho, no
Maxine, put your dance shoes on
We going to the disco
We gonna eeeelope to Meeeexico
Called up my mama, said I'm in love with a stripper, yo
[Verse 1]
Ten grand, let me see you shake it like you got no
bones in your body and you was made to be a celebrity
Twenty grand, know it's a sin, but before me you show
me a little more skin it would fulfill my fantasy
Thirty grand, to the highest bidder but Chris Rock
said, 'There's no sex in the champaigne room'
Forty grand, looked into her eyes, I saw tears falling
down, type of tears that money couldn't buy
[Chorus 2X]
[Verse 2]
[Wyclef]
Excuse me, what is your name?
[Hope]
Uh, my name is Hope, yo
I was blessed with the body of the Goddesses
Have you any idea how hard this is?
I could flex in 25 positions
But I only work here to pay my tuition
Yo, tantalizing teaser
Table-top pleaser
Give me what I need a
Mastercard a Visa
Lap dance fantasy
Picture us on and on white canopy
Wyclef extended his hand to me
Like Billy D. said he's feelin me
Take me away from here, so far
Where they ride horses, no cars
No more stripping in bars
Me and you 'Clef, against the odds
[Chorus 2X]
(Yo a lot of y'all sitting with y'all girls
fronting like the budweiser commercial
Talking bout, 'IIIIIII, I don't be going to the strip joints'
You lying man! You'd be surprised who you see up in there man.
I got one question for you liars, man)
Shot callers, Wasn't you a preacher?
You calling her a hooker? He without sin cast the first stone.
I met her on the subway, she gave me that VIP card
And told me if I ever have problems,
Don't hesitate to come by, yeah, yeah, yeah
[Chorus 2X]
Call up my mama said I'm in love with a stripper yo!
(Yo baby, can I get another lap dance? I tell you I
got nothing but funny money, man. New York Dogs.)
12. Low Income
Lyrics to Low Income :
[Intro]
Let um feel the beat first
I'm bout to come through your stereo
Should I rhyme or start with the hook?
Start with the hook
To my people who don't wanna go to work
Thank God it's Friday
Cover me she bout to put up her skirt
Thank God it's Friday
Do Your mom now you act so berserk
Thank God it's Friday
What's the track, what's the track girl?
She don't wanna, she don't wanna work on Monday
(I wanna thank my hood)
[Verse 1]
For makin me a star before I had fast cars
And couldn't tell the difference between Whoppers and caviar
Before the fame
Way before things changed
All I wanted to do was freestyle and get a name
I used to work at the fast food restaurant
For minimum wage
Dreamin I'm on stage
At 17 I left the house
Cause my father was a minister
And I didn't want the Marvin route
What's goin on?
Today to sell a song you need a video with soft porn
MC's in the industry
You wanna tip?
Don't let them pimp you like Goldy
And tell Sony they better have my money
Cause I play wit the Comodores and be like Lionel Richie
Low Income, I stay so hungry that if 50 Cent came to rob me
He'd be part of my charity
(I wanna thank my hood)
[Chorus]
To my people cuttin hair in the shops
Thank God it's Friday
To the thugs sweatin up in the chop shops
Yo, it's Friday
To my people that don't got no job
Everyday it's Friday
What's the track, what's the track yo?
She don't wanna, she don't wanna work on Monday
All the Ladies sing
[Ladies]
I don't feel
Like cookin you no breakfast
This mornin
(Wyclef: All my hoodlums say)
[Guys]
Well, you don't have
to cook me breakfast
Cause your girlfriend will
After you leave
(I wanna thank my hood)
[Verse 2]
For the love of money
I know kids who'll slit your throat
Friday the 13th
Jason wit a trench coat
But you can't scare Suzie
Cause her man got so many uzi's you'd think he was Cadivi
Meanwhile, she's getting her nails done
Crystal clear so they could shine like wit diamonds
It's such a shame what happened last week
Man they found her under the sheets with a letter from the Son of Sam
It said to tell New York I ain't sleepin
You want to be clubbin then you better pack your heat in
And to my man G Swar Rest in Piece
I still poor liquor
1 draw on the cocoa leaf
Inhale, exhale smoke grasses
Polices in the area, but ain't no need to panic
You wit Wyclef you getting in
If not, then we gonna make CNN
(I wanna thank my hood)
To my people who don't wanna go to work
Thank God it's Friday
Cover me she bout to put up her skirt
Thank God it's Friday
Do your mom know you act so berserk?
Thank God it's Friday
What's the track, what's the track girl?
She don't wanna she don't wanna work on Monday
Yo, to my people cuttin here in the shops
Thank God it's Friday
To the thugs sweatin up in the chop shops
Yo, it's Friday
To my people who don't got no job
Everyday it's Friday
What's the track, what's the track yo?
She don't wanna she don't wanna work on Monday
All the Ladies sing
[Ladies]
I don't feel
Like cookin you no breakfast
This mornin
(Wyclef: All my hoodlums say)
[Guys]
Well, you don't have
to cook me breakfast
Cause your girlfriend will
After you leave
[Guitar Solo]
(Daddy, play that guitar)
[Intro]
Let um feel the beat first
I'm bout to come through your stereo
Should I rhyme or start with the hook?
Start with the hook
To my people who don't wanna go to work
Thank God it's Friday
Cover me she bout to put up her skirt
Thank God it's Friday
Do Your mom now you act so berserk
Thank God it's Friday
What's the track, what's the track girl?
She don't wanna, she don't wanna work on Monday
(I wanna thank my hood)
[Verse 1]
For makin me a star before I had fast cars
And couldn't tell the difference between Whoppers and caviar
Before the fame
Way before things changed
All I wanted to do was freestyle and get a name
I used to work at the fast food restaurant
For minimum wage
Dreamin I'm on stage
At 17 I left the house
Cause my father was a minister
And I didn't want the Marvin route
What's goin on?
Today to sell a song you need a video with soft porn
MC's in the industry
You wanna tip?
Don't let them pimp you like Goldy
And tell Sony they better have my money
Cause I play wit the Comodores and be like Lionel Richie
Low Income, I stay so hungry that if 50 Cent came to rob me
He'd be part of my charity
(I wanna thank my hood)
[Chorus]
To my people cuttin hair in the shops
Thank God it's Friday
To the thugs sweatin up in the chop shops
Yo, it's Friday
To my people that don't got no job
Everyday it's Friday
What's the track, what's the track yo?
She don't wanna, she don't wanna work on Monday
All the Ladies sing
[Ladies]
I don't feel
Like cookin you no breakfast
This mornin
(Wyclef: All my hoodlums say)
[Guys]
Well, you don't have
to cook me breakfast
Cause your girlfriend will
After you leave
(I wanna thank my hood)
[Verse 2]
For the love of money
I know kids who'll slit your throat
Friday the 13th
Jason wit a trench coat
But you can't scare Suzie
Cause her man got so many uzi's you'd think he was Cadivi
Meanwhile, she's getting her nails done
Crystal clear so they could shine like wit diamonds
It's such a shame what happened last week
Man they found her under the sheets with a letter from the Son of Sam
It said to tell New York I ain't sleepin
You want to be clubbin then you better pack your heat in
And to my man G Swar Rest in Piece
I still poor liquor
1 draw on the cocoa leaf
Inhale, exhale smoke grasses
Polices in the area, but ain't no need to panic
You wit Wyclef you getting in
If not, then we gonna make CNN
(I wanna thank my hood)
To my people who don't wanna go to work
Thank God it's Friday
Cover me she bout to put up her skirt
Thank God it's Friday
Do your mom know you act so berserk?
Thank God it's Friday
What's the track, what's the track girl?
She don't wanna she don't wanna work on Monday
Yo, to my people cuttin here in the shops
Thank God it's Friday
To the thugs sweatin up in the chop shops
Yo, it's Friday
To my people who don't got no job
Everyday it's Friday
What's the track, what's the track yo?
She don't wanna she don't wanna work on Monday
All the Ladies sing
[Ladies]
I don't feel
Like cookin you no breakfast
This mornin
(Wyclef: All my hoodlums say)
[Guys]
Well, you don't have
to cook me breakfast
Cause your girlfriend will
After you leave
[Guitar Solo]
(Daddy, play that guitar)
13. Whitney Houston Dub Plate
Lyrics to Whitney Houston Dub Plate :
(feat. Whitney Houston)
[Wyclef Jean]
Y'all wanna thank y'all for coming out tonight to see me
Right now put your hands together
for original, original diva, original dub plate
No one can play this but Refugee's on the number 1 tour
Now listen to Miss Whitney Houston (COME WITH IT!)
[Whitney Houston]
Yo, this is Whitney Houston
Yes massive this is the original vocalist
I'd like to say rest in peace to Dennis Brown
If tomorrow is Judgement Day (light is in the air)
And I'm standing on the front line (AIYYO!)
Um, and the Lord asks me what I did with my life
I would say: "Wyclef murdered a sound boy" (YO, HUH!)
If I wake up in World War III
(IF YOU BELIEVE IN THE MOST HIGH
HANDS IN THE AIR!)
I see the destruction in poverty
(EAST COAST, WEST COAST, HEY, HEY!)
And I feel like I wanna go home (SOUTH SIDE!)
It's okay, as long as Wyclef is with me
(North Side, Jamaican, Caribbeanon, Haitian
hands in the air, everybody, hey!)
My love is your dubbing, my dub is your dub
It will take eternity to break us
And the change of our start: (LISTEN TO ME!)
:as myself is yourself
Cause the Refugee sound is the only sound
It will take eternity to break us
And a million sound boys will die before us
[Wyclef Jean]
This for the hardcore, before I had the record deal youknowhatI'msayin?
I'ma take y'all back when I was walking down the street
My little girl saying: Yo Clef, that nigga trying to stick with something
Walk over to him and said: Yo..
(feat. Whitney Houston)
[Wyclef Jean]
Y'all wanna thank y'all for coming out tonight to see me
Right now put your hands together
for original, original diva, original dub plate
No one can play this but Refugee's on the number 1 tour
Now listen to Miss Whitney Houston (COME WITH IT!)
[Whitney Houston]
Yo, this is Whitney Houston
Yes massive this is the original vocalist
I'd like to say rest in peace to Dennis Brown
If tomorrow is Judgement Day (light is in the air)
And I'm standing on the front line (AIYYO!)
Um, and the Lord asks me what I did with my life
I would say: "Wyclef murdered a sound boy" (YO, HUH!)
If I wake up in World War III
(IF YOU BELIEVE IN THE MOST HIGH
HANDS IN THE AIR!)
I see the destruction in poverty
(EAST COAST, WEST COAST, HEY, HEY!)
And I feel like I wanna go home (SOUTH SIDE!)
It's okay, as long as Wyclef is with me
(North Side, Jamaican, Caribbeanon, Haitian
hands in the air, everybody, hey!)
My love is your dubbing, my dub is your dub
It will take eternity to break us
And the change of our start: (LISTEN TO ME!)
:as myself is yourself
Cause the Refugee sound is the only sound
It will take eternity to break us
And a million sound boys will die before us
[Wyclef Jean]
This for the hardcore, before I had the record deal youknowhatI'msayin?
I'ma take y'all back when I was walking down the street
My little girl saying: Yo Clef, that nigga trying to stick with something
Walk over to him and said: Yo..
14. However You Want It
Lyrics to However You Want It :
[HOOK:]
However you want it, you don't want it, cuz when you get it it hurts
Your body carried out the church
Mom, she be cryin holdin on to her purse sayin... (oh my baby!)
They shoulda took me first
However you want it, you don't want it, cuz when you get it it hurts
Your body carried out the church
Mom, she be cryin holdin on to her purse sayin... (oh...)
[Verse 1]
Aiyyo
What y'all thought I was too busy writin songs with Whitney Houston
Cuz ''My Love's your Love'' will be my slugs wit blood
For any thug that wanna bang and play orangutang
Find yourself in the river with the rest of them
Wake up, wake up, I'm in a nightmare dream
Where I found myself loadin magazines after magazines
Ski mask on my face, gun on my waist
Fine pens shakin in my hand as I write this next line
You look strange, shootin victims at close range
And saw his vein burst from his neck, as I snatched his chain
Is this a Bible, I used to read the Gospel
Until I got betrayed by one of my twelve disciples
Which one, look through the crowd son
You could spot the traitor wit a tatto on his arm
The symbol is a microphone, an intellectual
A wannabe Rakim, but too extraterrestrial
I heard he's lethal and I'm too rusty to battle him
Me being rusty is like Biggie not being *Born Again*
It never happen, watch who you call fam
On MTV, he painted himself as the tin man
Predicted platinum, way before it happened
So that's why when you ship gold, you only sold aluminum
And now you wanna tell everybody I messed up your record?
C'mon!
[HOOK]
[Verse 2]
You a thug? You aint a murderer, just an undercover caligula
Cuz when you saw the luger became silent like Caesar
Enough of this rap stuff, Sedeck take his watch
If I wasn't rappin, I'd take that stash in your left socks
Don't make me raise my voice cuz I'm masterin a coo
So, and besides when they find you you'll be bones
Mom say watch my peers, hangin like chandeliers
Orderin Don P, you couldn't pay for one beer
Perpetratin, a fraud, oh god, you aint hard
Take thirty of y'all to murder one kid on the boulevard
You want Wyclef Jean, bring your same thug guys
Here's my advice, leave the ring with your bride
Cuz you aint comin back no more
We gon send you to a vacation for two, with crabs on the seashore
You freeze up, hold up I really thought you was psychotic
Is that tears in your eyes? You cryin for your life
Kid you tellin me what you did, you didn't wanna do
Watch what you say on record cuz it might come true
[HOOK]
[Outro:]
Should I take them? Should I wait?
Should I take them? Should I wait?
Should I take them? Should I wait?
I say ''No Woman, No Cry'' like I should own a piece of the estate
But at the tribute they didn't invite me
So I put in a call to Halis Alassi
He said be easy, aint no need to bust a shot (BLOW! BLOW! BLOW! BLOW!)
Like Supercat said, yo the ghetto's red hot
Before bling, bling, bling it was BLING, BLING, BLING!
[HOOK:]
However you want it, you don't want it, cuz when you get it it hurts
Your body carried out the church
Mom, she be cryin holdin on to her purse sayin... (oh my baby!)
They shoulda took me first
However you want it, you don't want it, cuz when you get it it hurts
Your body carried out the church
Mom, she be cryin holdin on to her purse sayin... (oh...)
[Verse 1]
Aiyyo
What y'all thought I was too busy writin songs with Whitney Houston
Cuz ''My Love's your Love'' will be my slugs wit blood
For any thug that wanna bang and play orangutang
Find yourself in the river with the rest of them
Wake up, wake up, I'm in a nightmare dream
Where I found myself loadin magazines after magazines
Ski mask on my face, gun on my waist
Fine pens shakin in my hand as I write this next line
You look strange, shootin victims at close range
And saw his vein burst from his neck, as I snatched his chain
Is this a Bible, I used to read the Gospel
Until I got betrayed by one of my twelve disciples
Which one, look through the crowd son
You could spot the traitor wit a tatto on his arm
The symbol is a microphone, an intellectual
A wannabe Rakim, but too extraterrestrial
I heard he's lethal and I'm too rusty to battle him
Me being rusty is like Biggie not being *Born Again*
It never happen, watch who you call fam
On MTV, he painted himself as the tin man
Predicted platinum, way before it happened
So that's why when you ship gold, you only sold aluminum
And now you wanna tell everybody I messed up your record?
C'mon!
[HOOK]
[Verse 2]
You a thug? You aint a murderer, just an undercover caligula
Cuz when you saw the luger became silent like Caesar
Enough of this rap stuff, Sedeck take his watch
If I wasn't rappin, I'd take that stash in your left socks
Don't make me raise my voice cuz I'm masterin a coo
So, and besides when they find you you'll be bones
Mom say watch my peers, hangin like chandeliers
Orderin Don P, you couldn't pay for one beer
Perpetratin, a fraud, oh god, you aint hard
Take thirty of y'all to murder one kid on the boulevard
You want Wyclef Jean, bring your same thug guys
Here's my advice, leave the ring with your bride
Cuz you aint comin back no more
We gon send you to a vacation for two, with crabs on the seashore
You freeze up, hold up I really thought you was psychotic
Is that tears in your eyes? You cryin for your life
Kid you tellin me what you did, you didn't wanna do
Watch what you say on record cuz it might come true
[HOOK]
[Outro:]
Should I take them? Should I wait?
Should I take them? Should I wait?
Should I take them? Should I wait?
I say ''No Woman, No Cry'' like I should own a piece of the estate
But at the tribute they didn't invite me
So I put in a call to Halis Alassi
He said be easy, aint no need to bust a shot (BLOW! BLOW! BLOW! BLOW!)
Like Supercat said, yo the ghetto's red hot
Before bling, bling, bling it was BLING, BLING, BLING!
15. Hollyhood To Hollywood
Lyrics to Hollyhood To Hollywood :
(feat. Small World)
[Small World]
Blame, blame, whose dat with you again?
(The ride, the ride)
Yes black, where's my jewels at?
(Uptown, uptown, uptown, uptown...)
[Wyclef Jean]
Yo, let's get back to the hardcore right now
Underground hip-hop yo (*foreign singing*)
This one's a gangsta tune, whassup Fosha?
I'ma send this one out to all the refugee gangs around the world
Signal, signal, y'all need to chill with the driveby's
It was the Fourth of July I heard the cherry bomb bang
Stay in the house that's the sound of the gangs, Clef
By the time we figured out what happened
I was in an ambulance tellin my cousin keep breathing
[Chorus: Wyclef Jean]
Don't wear your colours here, that cemetery gear
I got my gun and nine, killing's my appetite
(but that ain't right y'all)
DON'T WEAR YOUR COLOURS HERE!
That cemetery gear (California, California)
I got my gun and nine from Hollywood, to your neck of the hood
[Wyclef Jean]
True, true, yo Hollywood got a lot of kids twisted
Jumpin in and out of limo's thinkin is his ass really gifted
The only gift y'all possess is workin with the triple six's
Y'all disguise yourself with bandanas and diamond necklaces
Mosta y'all can't even go back to the hood where y'all grew up
Actin like y'all drink alcohol and all y'all do is throw up
Talk about when y'all blow up y'all gonna visit the project floors
But the last time they saw y'all was 1984
Now y'all wonder, why they got all hoodies screamin "freeze"
Get out the navigator, Godfather III's in the DVD
They hoppin, they take your car for a spin
It's cold outside so all you feel is the wind
There's no celly phone, so you can't phone home
Oh lord, here come those criminals Maleeg & Jerome
("Yo, who you know here, you got family over here?")
He a rap artist
("I don't care, he got the wrong colours over here, no fear")
Now you look shook like that Mobb Deep song
I'm surprised, cause on all y'all records you was Al Capone
And come to find out that you never held a chrome
And you escaped the draft and never bust a shot in Vietnam
Now you standin in the form amongst the children of the corn
Like the Sun of Man stood with a crown made of thorns
The only difference is for you there'll be no resurrection
Cause it's a traffic jam, they got you locked up in a intersection
[Chorus: Wyclef Jean]
Don't wear your colours here, that cemetery gear
I got my gun and nine, killing's my appetite
(but that ain't right y'all)
DON'T WEAR YOUR COLOURS HERE! (Colours)
That cemetery gear (Chicago, Chicago)
I got my gun and nine from Hollywood, to your neck of the hood
[Small World]
Yo, Hollywood has half-man be hollow to you
How could you have slipped through
while I was detecting the trick that's in you
Pretending you pitbull, when really your candy-ass is poodle
We wouldn't of hit you, hammers have already been
cocked and cleaned, yo, it was who?
It's click-up, click-up, north cackus, commence to stick up
That's what's within us, cack and lack, clap, buck killers quicker
Stick up the forest misters then head up to chickens with 'em
Adrenaline's givin, when I riff with the fifth to your chin-in
You never knew bout how we play these innings
But you about to play the commission
Waves are spinning, I'm out the glaze I'm sh...ing
The real is missing but the fraud is evident
ever so clear, but you got the nerd to come around here with pounds of fear
Your colours wrong you must rock edible dons with that huh?
Damn Paul, what's that huh?
Let me get that, with the quick snatch
If it's a little man in you then I better put the trick back
And if it's anything killers is fearing, I know my clit stacked for realer
[Chorus: Wyclef Jean]
Don't wear your colours here, that cemetery gear
I got my gun and nine, killing's my appetite
(but that ain't right y'all)
DON'T WEAR YOUR COLOURS HERE! (Colours)
That cemetery gear (Detroit, Detroit)
I got my gun and nine from Hollywood, to your neck of the hood
[Outro: Wyclef Jean]
Tell the FBI that I won't be home tonight
Tell the Secret Service I won't be home tonight
Colours, put away your colours whoa, colours...
(feat. Small World)
[Small World]
Blame, blame, whose dat with you again?
(The ride, the ride)
Yes black, where's my jewels at?
(Uptown, uptown, uptown, uptown...)
[Wyclef Jean]
Yo, let's get back to the hardcore right now
Underground hip-hop yo (*foreign singing*)
This one's a gangsta tune, whassup Fosha?
I'ma send this one out to all the refugee gangs around the world
Signal, signal, y'all need to chill with the driveby's
It was the Fourth of July I heard the cherry bomb bang
Stay in the house that's the sound of the gangs, Clef
By the time we figured out what happened
I was in an ambulance tellin my cousin keep breathing
[Chorus: Wyclef Jean]
Don't wear your colours here, that cemetery gear
I got my gun and nine, killing's my appetite
(but that ain't right y'all)
DON'T WEAR YOUR COLOURS HERE!
That cemetery gear (California, California)
I got my gun and nine from Hollywood, to your neck of the hood
[Wyclef Jean]
True, true, yo Hollywood got a lot of kids twisted
Jumpin in and out of limo's thinkin is his ass really gifted
The only gift y'all possess is workin with the triple six's
Y'all disguise yourself with bandanas and diamond necklaces
Mosta y'all can't even go back to the hood where y'all grew up
Actin like y'all drink alcohol and all y'all do is throw up
Talk about when y'all blow up y'all gonna visit the project floors
But the last time they saw y'all was 1984
Now y'all wonder, why they got all hoodies screamin "freeze"
Get out the navigator, Godfather III's in the DVD
They hoppin, they take your car for a spin
It's cold outside so all you feel is the wind
There's no celly phone, so you can't phone home
Oh lord, here come those criminals Maleeg & Jerome
("Yo, who you know here, you got family over here?")
He a rap artist
("I don't care, he got the wrong colours over here, no fear")
Now you look shook like that Mobb Deep song
I'm surprised, cause on all y'all records you was Al Capone
And come to find out that you never held a chrome
And you escaped the draft and never bust a shot in Vietnam
Now you standin in the form amongst the children of the corn
Like the Sun of Man stood with a crown made of thorns
The only difference is for you there'll be no resurrection
Cause it's a traffic jam, they got you locked up in a intersection
[Chorus: Wyclef Jean]
Don't wear your colours here, that cemetery gear
I got my gun and nine, killing's my appetite
(but that ain't right y'all)
DON'T WEAR YOUR COLOURS HERE! (Colours)
That cemetery gear (Chicago, Chicago)
I got my gun and nine from Hollywood, to your neck of the hood
[Small World]
Yo, Hollywood has half-man be hollow to you
How could you have slipped through
while I was detecting the trick that's in you
Pretending you pitbull, when really your candy-ass is poodle
We wouldn't of hit you, hammers have already been
cocked and cleaned, yo, it was who?
It's click-up, click-up, north cackus, commence to stick up
That's what's within us, cack and lack, clap, buck killers quicker
Stick up the forest misters then head up to chickens with 'em
Adrenaline's givin, when I riff with the fifth to your chin-in
You never knew bout how we play these innings
But you about to play the commission
Waves are spinning, I'm out the glaze I'm sh...ing
The real is missing but the fraud is evident
ever so clear, but you got the nerd to come around here with pounds of fear
Your colours wrong you must rock edible dons with that huh?
Damn Paul, what's that huh?
Let me get that, with the quick snatch
If it's a little man in you then I better put the trick back
And if it's anything killers is fearing, I know my clit stacked for realer
[Chorus: Wyclef Jean]
Don't wear your colours here, that cemetery gear
I got my gun and nine, killing's my appetite
(but that ain't right y'all)
DON'T WEAR YOUR COLOURS HERE! (Colours)
That cemetery gear (Detroit, Detroit)
I got my gun and nine from Hollywood, to your neck of the hood
[Outro: Wyclef Jean]
Tell the FBI that I won't be home tonight
Tell the Secret Service I won't be home tonight
Colours, put away your colours whoa, colours...
16. Diallo
Lyrics to Diallo :
(feat. MB^2, Yossou N'Dour)
[Wyclef as Amadou]
Boy I am so tired
I'll be glad when I get inside the house
Oh, I dropped my keys
Oh what tis bright light?
My God they must gonna rob me
Who these people with them all at they gonna rob me
I'm gonna take out my wallet to make sure they just get the money
Nothing else.. (??)
Oh it's the police (whew)
I feel so much better
I will show them, I have my ID
so they know I am good people
[followed by a rapid flurry of gunshots]
[Wyclef Jean]
Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
I fear no evil for thou art with me thou ride with me
J-J-Jah! Ras-tafari
I can't forget you knotty dreads, y'all up in here
I gotta respect that, youknowhatI'msayin?
Night is in the air
Enemy.. on the borderline
Who'll be the next to fire
forty-one shots by Diallo's side?
You said he reached sir
but he didn't have no piece sir
But now he rest in peace sir
in the belly of the beast sir
You guys are vampires
in the middle of the night
Suckin on human blood
Is that your appetite?
You said he reached sir
but he didn't have no piece sir
But now he rest in peace sir
in the belly of the beast sir
Have you ever been shot
forty-one times?
Have you ever screamed
and no one heard you cry?
Have you ever died
only so you can live?
Have you ever lived
only so you can die again, then be born again
from these enemies, on the borderline
Who'll be the next to fire
forty-one shots by Diallo's side?
You said he reached sir
but he didn't have no piece sir
But now he rest in peace sir
in the belly of the beast sir
You guys are vampires
in the middle of the night
Suckin on human blood
Is that your appetite sir?
You said he reached sir
but he didn't have no piece sir
But now he rest in peace sir
in the belly of the beast sir
Diallo, Diallo - similar to Steven Biko
Diallo, Diallo - you told me the murder was an error
Diallo, Diallo - but every man will be judged
Diallo, Diallo - according to his words
Have you ever been held
against your will?
Taken to a dark place
where not even scientists can reveal?
So what is for Ceasar
let it be for Ceasar
Cause we don't want no peace
We want equal rights and justice.. for
Diallo, Diallo - similar to Steven Biko
Diallo, Diallo - you tell me that the murder was an error
Diallo, Diallo - but every man will be judged
Diallo, Diallo - according to his words
You know what?
You told me - that I wouldn't understand man
Tonight some cry - in the streets a burial
Survival of the fittest - only the strong will survive
How can I survive - with forty-one shots by my side?
You guys are murderers
in the middle of the night
Killin innocent people
is that your appetite? Ohhh
You said he reached sir
but he didn't have no piece sir
But now he rest in peace sir
in the belly of the beast sir
You guys are vampires
in the middle of the night
Suckin on human blood
Is that your appetite?
You said he reached sir
but he didn't have no piece sir
But now he rest in peace sir
in the belly of the beast sir - lick a shot for
Diallo, Diallo - similar to Steven Biko
Diallo, Diallo - I can hear your spirit callin, I can hear it
Diallo, Diallo - Ten thousand chariots with no riders
Diallo, Diallo - They on they way to America, I hear the tribe singin
They're sayin -
Diallo Diallo, tuye' Diallo [14X]
Se menm jen yo te tuye Matim Luther King
Amadou Diallo..
[samples]
Now there ain't but 20,000 police in the whole town
Can you dig it? Can you dig it? CAN YOU DIG IT?!?!
(feat. MB^2, Yossou N'Dour)
[Wyclef as Amadou]
Boy I am so tired
I'll be glad when I get inside the house
Oh, I dropped my keys
Oh what tis bright light?
My God they must gonna rob me
Who these people with them all at they gonna rob me
I'm gonna take out my wallet to make sure they just get the money
Nothing else.. (??)
Oh it's the police (whew)
I feel so much better
I will show them, I have my ID
so they know I am good people
[followed by a rapid flurry of gunshots]
[Wyclef Jean]
Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
I fear no evil for thou art with me thou ride with me
J-J-Jah! Ras-tafari
I can't forget you knotty dreads, y'all up in here
I gotta respect that, youknowhatI'msayin?
Night is in the air
Enemy.. on the borderline
Who'll be the next to fire
forty-one shots by Diallo's side?
You said he reached sir
but he didn't have no piece sir
But now he rest in peace sir
in the belly of the beast sir
You guys are vampires
in the middle of the night
Suckin on human blood
Is that your appetite?
You said he reached sir
but he didn't have no piece sir
But now he rest in peace sir
in the belly of the beast sir
Have you ever been shot
forty-one times?
Have you ever screamed
and no one heard you cry?
Have you ever died
only so you can live?
Have you ever lived
only so you can die again, then be born again
from these enemies, on the borderline
Who'll be the next to fire
forty-one shots by Diallo's side?
You said he reached sir
but he didn't have no piece sir
But now he rest in peace sir
in the belly of the beast sir
You guys are vampires
in the middle of the night
Suckin on human blood
Is that your appetite sir?
You said he reached sir
but he didn't have no piece sir
But now he rest in peace sir
in the belly of the beast sir
Diallo, Diallo - similar to Steven Biko
Diallo, Diallo - you told me the murder was an error
Diallo, Diallo - but every man will be judged
Diallo, Diallo - according to his words
Have you ever been held
against your will?
Taken to a dark place
where not even scientists can reveal?
So what is for Ceasar
let it be for Ceasar
Cause we don't want no peace
We want equal rights and justice.. for
Diallo, Diallo - similar to Steven Biko
Diallo, Diallo - you tell me that the murder was an error
Diallo, Diallo - but every man will be judged
Diallo, Diallo - according to his words
You know what?
You told me - that I wouldn't understand man
Tonight some cry - in the streets a burial
Survival of the fittest - only the strong will survive
How can I survive - with forty-one shots by my side?
You guys are murderers
in the middle of the night
Killin innocent people
is that your appetite? Ohhh
You said he reached sir
but he didn't have no piece sir
But now he rest in peace sir
in the belly of the beast sir
You guys are vampires
in the middle of the night
Suckin on human blood
Is that your appetite?
You said he reached sir
but he didn't have no piece sir
But now he rest in peace sir
in the belly of the beast sir - lick a shot for
Diallo, Diallo - similar to Steven Biko
Diallo, Diallo - I can hear your spirit callin, I can hear it
Diallo, Diallo - Ten thousand chariots with no riders
Diallo, Diallo - They on they way to America, I hear the tribe singin
They're sayin -
Diallo Diallo, tuye' Diallo [14X]
Se menm jen yo te tuye Matim Luther King
Amadou Diallo..
[samples]
Now there ain't but 20,000 police in the whole town
Can you dig it? Can you dig it? CAN YOU DIG IT?!?!
17. Something About Mary
Lyrics to Something About Mary :
Yo, I'm a dedicate this to everybody that was at Woodstock '99
DMX, Limp Bizkit, Sheryl Crow amongst many
Yo, just before I got on stage this chick came on to me
She offered me sumthin
It looked kinda strange, it was in a bag
I said "Yo, girl let me talk to you real quick"
Yo
I don't sniff cocaine 'cause it mess up my brain
For sexual stimulation I never did no ecstasy
I don't pop pills, I never did no LSD
but I wouldn't mind a kiss from Ms. Mary
'Cause
She's homegrown and you can hold her in her backyard
She's homegrown and you can get a kiss in her backyard
I remember when I was a young boy
I waited for my grandad, "So daddy can I get a puff?"
He looked at me, he says "Son, man, you're too young kid"
"When you get older now and you understand that"
"I let you get one kiss from Ms. Mary"
'Cause
She's homegrown and you can grow her in her backyard
She's homegrown and you can hold her in her backyard
If she allows you to you can roll her up
She's homegrown and you can kiss her in her backyard
She's homegrown - I like to be with you Ms. Mary - in your backyard
That's when she looked at me and she said
"Wyclef this' what I want you to do son"
Come on
Inhale - exhale
Exhale - inhale
Inhale - exhale
Now hold it now
Inhale - exhale
Inhale - exhale
Exhale - inhale
Now breath in my face
Marijuan' Marijuan'
She said that
She's homegrown and you can grow her in her backyard
She's homegrown, she said "'Clef, I'll kiss you in my backyard"
And my daddy don't need to know
She said that
I'm homegrown and you can grow me in your backyard
I'm homegrown and you don't need to worry for my backyard
That's when I said, "I'ma get in trouble, I gotta go girl"
This' what she said
Laa la-laa laa laa, strictly la-la, to take me higher, and higher [2X]
Laa la-laa laa laa, strictly la-la, to take me higher
I'm about to take it higher [4X - in the background]
Come on y'all, come on y'all, come on
Yo, I want for everybody sleeping on my guitar skills
It's about to beat on right about now
Turn my guitar up yo!
What up Jimi Hendrix, I'll see you baby
Yo, Carlos Santana, thanks for the lessons baby
Yo, Steve Rod, I ain't forgettin you man
To the godfather B.B. King
and to my man Eric Clapton
I think I'm forgettin somebody, man
The Artist, ha-haaaaa
Yo, Jerry Wonder, man,
you're playin that bass like Bootsie Collins, man
Don't hurt 'em baby boy
Uh, Wyclef, Jerry Wonder man, new Millenium man, I told ya
Yo, I'm a dedicate this to everybody that was at Woodstock '99
DMX, Limp Bizkit, Sheryl Crow amongst many
Yo, just before I got on stage this chick came on to me
She offered me sumthin
It looked kinda strange, it was in a bag
I said "Yo, girl let me talk to you real quick"
Yo
I don't sniff cocaine 'cause it mess up my brain
For sexual stimulation I never did no ecstasy
I don't pop pills, I never did no LSD
but I wouldn't mind a kiss from Ms. Mary
'Cause
She's homegrown and you can hold her in her backyard
She's homegrown and you can get a kiss in her backyard
I remember when I was a young boy
I waited for my grandad, "So daddy can I get a puff?"
He looked at me, he says "Son, man, you're too young kid"
"When you get older now and you understand that"
"I let you get one kiss from Ms. Mary"
'Cause
She's homegrown and you can grow her in her backyard
She's homegrown and you can hold her in her backyard
If she allows you to you can roll her up
She's homegrown and you can kiss her in her backyard
She's homegrown - I like to be with you Ms. Mary - in your backyard
That's when she looked at me and she said
"Wyclef this' what I want you to do son"
Come on
Inhale - exhale
Exhale - inhale
Inhale - exhale
Now hold it now
Inhale - exhale
Inhale - exhale
Exhale - inhale
Now breath in my face
Marijuan' Marijuan'
She said that
She's homegrown and you can grow her in her backyard
She's homegrown, she said "'Clef, I'll kiss you in my backyard"
And my daddy don't need to know
She said that
I'm homegrown and you can grow me in your backyard
I'm homegrown and you don't need to worry for my backyard
That's when I said, "I'ma get in trouble, I gotta go girl"
This' what she said
Laa la-laa laa laa, strictly la-la, to take me higher, and higher [2X]
Laa la-laa laa laa, strictly la-la, to take me higher
I'm about to take it higher [4X - in the background]
Come on y'all, come on y'all, come on
Yo, I want for everybody sleeping on my guitar skills
It's about to beat on right about now
Turn my guitar up yo!
What up Jimi Hendrix, I'll see you baby
Yo, Carlos Santana, thanks for the lessons baby
Yo, Steve Rod, I ain't forgettin you man
To the godfather B.B. King
and to my man Eric Clapton
I think I'm forgettin somebody, man
The Artist, ha-haaaaa
Yo, Jerry Wonder, man,
you're playin that bass like Bootsie Collins, man
Don't hurt 'em baby boy
Uh, Wyclef, Jerry Wonder man, new Millenium man, I told ya
18. Bus Search
Lyrics to Bus Search :
(Instrumental)
(Instrumental)
19. Wish You Were Here
Lyrics to Wish You Were Here :
[Wyclef Jean]
Lets go
So so you think you can tell
heaven from hell
Blue skies from pain
Can you tell a green field
from a cold steel rail
A smile from a fair
do you think you can tell
Did they get you to trade
your heros for goals
Hot ashes for trees
Hot air for a cool breeze
Cold comfort for change
Did you exchange
A walk on part in the war
for a lead role in the game
whether you listenin to hip hip-hop
or you tuning to rock
refugees on your box
we gonna take over ya blocks
lets go
How I wish, how I wish you were here
We're jus two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl year after year
Runnin over the same old ground
But have we found the same old fears
Wish you were here
whether you listenin to rock
or pumpin the hip hip hop
refugees on your box
Critics don't mistake this for just any cover tune
I'ma take y'all to the dark side of the moon
Kickin in my moms room this song was just a thought
A young refugee labeled, jus come with a passport
Dad used to tell me about the American dream
My dream was waking up the projects
a young teen listening to hip hop
my brother tune me into rock
put me up on pink floyd and banned from the british blocks
whether you pumpin the hip hip hop
or you tuning to rock
refugees on your box
we gonna take over the blocks
from n.j to bk to the u.k
[Wyclef Jean]
Lets go
So so you think you can tell
heaven from hell
Blue skies from pain
Can you tell a green field
from a cold steel rail
A smile from a fair
do you think you can tell
Did they get you to trade
your heros for goals
Hot ashes for trees
Hot air for a cool breeze
Cold comfort for change
Did you exchange
A walk on part in the war
for a lead role in the game
whether you listenin to hip hip-hop
or you tuning to rock
refugees on your box
we gonna take over ya blocks
lets go
How I wish, how I wish you were here
We're jus two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl year after year
Runnin over the same old ground
But have we found the same old fears
Wish you were here
whether you listenin to rock
or pumpin the hip hip hop
refugees on your box
Critics don't mistake this for just any cover tune
I'ma take y'all to the dark side of the moon
Kickin in my moms room this song was just a thought
A young refugee labeled, jus come with a passport
Dad used to tell me about the American dream
My dream was waking up the projects
a young teen listening to hip hop
my brother tune me into rock
put me up on pink floyd and banned from the british blocks
whether you pumpin the hip hip hop
or you tuning to rock
refugees on your box
we gonna take over the blocks
from n.j to bk to the u.k