Wyclef Jean: The Mix Show

We gon send this out for every street DJ

This is somethin for the mix shows

Mix shows


You don't wanna go outside

Because the thugs are outside

They bustin slugs outside

So you don't wanna go outside

Let's go

Uh, I'm outside lookin in

I could feel it through the wind

From the streets' shore

I could see the shark's fin

They ain't eat nuttin in a week

And they hunger is the reason why the blood drips on the concrete

So run your juice

Pit bulls drew

They gon shoot you in the head so what good is your bullet proof

Unless your bullet proof-la what's your affiliation

You just a rat handin out information

You wanna run and said Clef took my paper

Clef ain't take your paper

Clef is just a narrator

Think I'm a singer

I'ma have you call a operator

911 now you breavin through a respiratior

All dat gun-clappin yappin meet me outside

You never seen a ghost until you seen the other side

So think before you speak or blood is go leak

You shouldn't have no problems understandin

I ain't speakin Greek

I need a hundred grand

And I ain't talkin bout no candy bar

Take over your strip like it's Candahar

You gonna see so much red you think your man on Mars

That concrete that's under your feet gon land on hard

I got gooms that stand on guard

Post up waitin wit the toaster

Hit you from close up

Bare face

No black mask

No silencers

On the burners everybody hear da gat blast

Bodies found chopped up in black bags inside incenerators

I got power like generators

Slugs wit names on it

The message I send to haters

In my hood I'm know as a menace to neighbors

Me and my men for paper

We don't fear the morgue

Only thing we afraid of is we scared to starve

You can't stop the shine

Play a black cloud in my dollar signs and be a victim of a violent crime

For real

The flows is death defyin

Act real and ya neck be flyin

Brains and guts like I was savin private Ryan

Test the iron

And I show you a wall, cat

That's filled wit bodies

See where your balls at, if you all dat

And I show a wall, cat, that's filled wit bodies

And yours could be the next

Number 19, erased out the projects

I progress everyday I'm livin this life

I won't stop till I'm buried, dog

I'm livin it right

Just gimme the price and I'm willin to take a chance

I keep it ass hard

Cause this sh- in my pants

And if you wanna dance you need to jump to these lyrics

You feelin the physical form as well as the spirit

Don't try to compare it

Just listen and love to hear it

And if it's fire you know not to come near it

I keep it flame broil enough to make your brains boil

Put you in a stash where nobody could say they saw you

Check, G.O.D. put it down like it's burnin hot

Execute you on the spot no warnin shot

Comin Timothy McVay I burn down your block

First I kick in your door cause in war we don't knock

I got no competition

Only man that could see me is the man in the mirror

Keep wishin

Keep fishin

Get a hundred and fifty stitches

Your last rights

Last meal

Last wishes

This is summin for the mix shows

They call me most honorable, most knowledgeable

Toast bottles in blue

The hydropronic goose

I spit ten words blow you to molecules

I'm under your skin cells and your hair follicles

It's the jewel

Whatever I could see I could be

I saw hip-hop became a MC

Then I saw the streets became a OG

Then I learn to see myself became G.O.D.

We get them packs off often

I'm on da block where it's scorchin

The life that I live'll make you nauseous

Most of our n-ggs see a coffin

Most of our -ish see abortions

Of course we are lost in the circle of Karma

This is summin for the mix shows

Where you and your mama, grandmama

and great-grandmama live out the same drama

Where you and your father, father's fathers

great and fore fathers felt horror like no tomorrow

I'm from United Snakes, the country of crime

The city look -ish they changed the skyline

And it's us against swine and they loosin they mind

In the van with my grind

And thirst to gimme time

I'ma ball or get signed or bang and take mine

My design's undefined

I'm clearly one of a kind

It's best you realize only the fittest survive

For cowards it's suicide so don't come outside

You don't wanna come outside

Masquerade

Its Blaques outside

Fam and Prolific, we all outside

So you don't wanna come outside

Refugee

Ay, yo we gon send this out for every street DJ

that ain't getting no real radio airplay

You know I mean

That's comin on the radio at one o'clock in da mornin

That got da streets on lock

This generation!