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
©
Wyclef Jean 1997 Extrait de l'album "The Ecleftic".
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