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Wyclef Jean

The Mix Show

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We gon send this out for every street DJThis is somethin for the mix showsMix showsYou don`t wanna go outsideBecause the thugs are outsideThey bustin slugs outsideSo you don`t wanna go outsideLet`s goUh, I`m outside lookin inI could feel it through the windFrom the streets` shoreI could see the shark`s finThey ain`t eat nuttin in a weekAnd they hunger is the reason why the blood drips on the concreteSo run your juicePit bulls drewThey gon shoot you in the head so what good is your bullet proofUnless your bullet proof-la what`s your affiliationYou just a rat handin out informationYou wanna run and said Clef took my paperClef ain`t take your paperClef is just a narratorThink I`m a singerI`ma have you call a operator911 now you breavin through a respiratiorAll dat gun-clappin yappin meet me outsideYou never seen a ghost until you seen the other sideSo think before you speak or blood is go leakYou shouldn`t have no problems understandinI ain`t speakin GreekI need a hundred grandAnd I ain`t talkin bout no candy barTake over your strip like it`s CandaharYou gonna see so much red you think your man on MarsThat concrete that`s under your feet gon land on hardI got gooms that stand on guardPost up waitin wit the toasterHit you from close upBare faceNo black maskNo silencersOn the burners everybody hear da gat blastBodies found chopped up in black bags inside inceneratorsI got power like generatorsSlugs wit names on itThe message I send to hatersIn my hood I`m know as a menace to neighborsMe and my men for paperWe don`t fear the morgueOnly thing we afraid of is we scared to starveYou can`t stop the shinePlay a black cloud in my dollar signs and be a victim of a violent crimeFor realThe flows is death defyinAct real and ya neck be flyinBrains and guts like I was savin private RyanTest the ironAnd I show you a wall, catThat`s filled wit bodiesSee where your balls at, if you all datAnd I show a wall, cat, that`s filled wit bodiesAnd yours could be the nextNumber 19, erased out the projectsI progress everyday I`m livin this lifeI won`t stop till I`m buried, dogI`m livin it rightJust gimme the price and I`m willin to take a chanceI keep it ass hardCause this sh- in my pantsAnd if you wanna dance you need to jump to these lyricsYou feelin the physical form as well as the spiritDon`t try to compare itJust listen and love to hear itAnd if it`s fire you know not to come near itI keep it flame broil enough to make your brains boilPut you in a stash where nobody could say they saw youCheck, G.O.D. put it down like it`s burnin hotExecute you on the spot no warnin shotComin Timothy McVay I burn down your blockFirst I kick in your door cause in war we don`t knockI got no competitionOnly man that could see me is the man in the mirrorKeep wishinKeep fishinGet a hundred and fifty stitchesYour last rightsLast mealLast wishesThis is summin for the mix showsThey call me most honorable, most knowledgeableToast bottles in blueThe hydropronic gooseI spit ten words blow you to moleculesI`m under your skin cells and your hair folliclesIt`s the jewelWhatever I could see I could beI saw hip-hop became a MCThen I saw the streets became a OGThen I learn to see myself became G.O.D.We get them packs off oftenI`m on da block where it`s scorchinThe life that I live`ll make you nauseousMost of our n-ggs see a coffinMost of our -ish see abortionsOf course we are lost in the circle of KarmaThis is summin for the mix showsWhere you and your mama, grandmamaand great-grandmama live out the same dramaWhere you and your father, father`s fathersgreat and fore fathers felt horror like no tomorrowI`m from United Snakes, the country of crimeThe city look -ish they changed the skylineAnd it`s us against swine and they loosin they mindIn the van with my grindAnd thirst to gimme timeI`ma ball or get signed or bang and take mineMy design`s undefinedI`m clearly one of a kindIt`s best you realize only the fittest surviveFor cowards it`s suicide so don`t come outsideYou don`t wanna come outsideMasqueradeIts Blaques outsideFam and Prolific, we all outsideSo you don`t wanna come outsideRefugeeAy, yo we gon send this out for every street DJthat ain`t getting no real radio airplayYou know I meanThat`s comin on the radio at one o`clock in da morninThat got da streets on lockThis generation!

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