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Wyclef Jean - 80 Bars Lyrics

Wyclef Jean 80 Bars lyrics is the 4th song on the album "Masquerade" by Wyclef Jean. Don't miss the latest news and gossip about the artist: "Wyclef Jean Accused of Embezzlement with Charity Money".
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Yo engineer turn me up yo

 

I started off in the underground

From mono to stereo now I'm surround sound

Blowin' through your tubes leavin' holes through your speakers

Crackin' through your tweeters my frequency's off the meters

 

Jam pack arenas from here to Bangkok

I'm ahead of my time like Jimmy Hendrix played Woodstock

Me I'm playin' Hoodstock before I had the dreadlocks

I used to reminisce should I do music or sell rocks

 

Grow my own crops livin' in the PJs

That's when an Angel Gabriel said

"It's all a masquerade eyes wit no face sneakers wit no lace

I feel the earth spinnin' but I'm standin' in the same space"

 

Wit no trace of what happened last night

I seen two fiends fightin' over a crack pipe

Now I'm watchin' TV my antenna was a clothes hanger

Blurry vision Mista Mondehan David Banner

 

Flip the data the kids are wearin' bandannas

Totin' hammers aimin' at your medulla oblongata

Blow blow a young thug wit a slim figure

Romantic type like the movie Casablanca

 

Herb seller once got busted by a undercover buyer

My supplier was a Gypsie cab driver

That's when I realized I need to find a new hustle

Livin' in the jungle the guitar became my muscle

 

I scribe through snake eyes that wanted my crucified

Y'all thought that I was drownin' but I was getting baptized

Now behold I heard you sold twenty mill

But wit no street credibility you overkill

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Y'all ain't real talkin' 'bout keep it gangsta

Only if you knew the gangsta sent me to shank you

Gank you gank you tie up your ankles

And if that ain't enough I call hinchmens to lynch you

 

Now at the funeral I could see the priest bless you

But in the after life I'ma still touch you

Knockin' on Heaven's door you beggin' to get in

That's when the Son of Man greets you wit the face of Satan

 

Now you look frightened in the belly of the whale

That's when the warden say I wanna welcome you to hell

Bones is five bucks get off the phone time's up

I seen him cut from his head to his you wish you would wish you could

 

Wishin' got you here you screamin' so loud that a deaf man could hear

Back to the silence no more droppin' science

Everybody rappin' 'bout diamonds and violence

And A&R's all they do is charge credit cards

 

And when the bill comes

They blame it on the rap stars

Now how you figure I ain't rent a car

I wasn't at the spa I ain't buy the bar

 

Now here's a Jew when you get your first record deal

Don't subject yourself to the mass appeal

First class caviar in the Anneville

In the new S class wit the Jordan wheels

 

Remember the music in the streets like the streets

You know the code of the streets

Everybody tryin' to eat yhe evidence is concrete

I'm tired of the same song you take me out

You must be high off of heroine

 

Sharper than I ever been this one gon' get a ten

Rappers I'ma murder y'all wit your own medicine

I move with faith I never have doubt

I'm so hungry you would think I'm just comin' out

 

But I been here before from Blunted to The Score

To the Carnival Ecleftic World Tour

I'm poison whores waitin' in the back door

They want me to rock they boat and shift them on shore

 

That's when the Father said "Take heed to this lesson

They wanna cut your hair like Delilah did Samson"

I felt that so I went back to my format

Raps in backpack gats for car jacks

 

Hats for pussy cats 'cause AIDS I don't want that

And for the DJ's here's somethin' y'all can scratch

Technique twelve the needle hits the wax

Hypnotize the crowd the dance floor's jam packed

 

Now sing along like a Negro spiritual

No one got shot tonight it's a miracle

But what's this I hear y'all wanna take my spot

You got a better chance puttin' a gorilla in a headlock

 

I'm too focused I can see through your lens

You ain't a G just a wannabe kingpin

So the next time y'all wanna pay for protection

I suggest that you hit up the Haitian Sicilian

 

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