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 Motherfucker
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...*
© Wyclef Jean 2ooo Extrait de l'album "The Ecleftic".