Wyclef Jean Lyrics

Album: Unknown

No Airplay Lyrics

(feat. Canibus, Manhunt)

 [Wyclef]

 Yo the Brooklyn Bridge is gonna collapse y'know?

 Yo this Wyclef Jean and the ReFugee All-Stars up in here

 Yo what's this I hear about the police in Brooklyn?

 Turn this jam up, yo, yo

 This the type of jam that be getting no airplay

 I want the whole world to hear this joint right here, yo

 This the type of jam that be getting no airplay

 You asked for it buddy, here it comes

 

 One two, watch out for the man in blue

 Three four, I keep it raw and hardcore

 Five six, you're beating us with nightsticks

 Seven eight, I'm forced to pack a thirty-eight

 Nine ten, you put me in a pen; if I could

 do it all again, I'd probably bust your chin

 [repeat 2X:] first time "ah"; second time "once I leave the pen"

 

 I'm from a land of black bats, alley rats and cats

 Scratch up my car, set me up for the carjack

 Under pressure, I gotta leave the gat

 Two straps, a total of sixteen caps

 Say something positive? No positivity

 More positivity, more positivity brutality

 Thugs get angry, the violence increase

 You want peace, make Wyclef chief of police

 Riding through the hood, it's the same ol story

 It's either you play ball or you drug dealy dealy

 Standin on the block when the spot get hot

 Guaranteed to get set up, by a crooked cop

 So I'm sittin back, rhymin on instrumentals

 Anything I touch, it turns monumental

 Me and Jerry Wonder, we keep it credible

 for the streets, at the same time, we gotta eat

 When we commercialize it's to enterprise

 We guarantee to sell a hundred mil before we die

 But Jerry is broke, that's the situation

 Nine-seven, it's like no more eviction

 No more war milk, no more government cheese

 Police keep on shootin at our bulletproof Bentley

 

 Yo this the type of jam that be getting no airplay

 The Brooklyn Bridge about to collapse, apocalypse

 This the type of jam that be getting no airplay

 The ghettoes are fed up, we got the arms in the air

 

 One two, watch out for the man in blue

 Three four, I keep it raw and hardcore

 Five six, you're beating us with nightsticks

 Seven eight, I'm forced to pack a thirty-eight

 Nine ten, you put me in a pen; if I could

 do it all again, I'd probably bust your chin

 

 [Manhunt]

 Yo bust this

 Forty caliber, seventeen through your character

 Waterworld's world, underwater, Sub Mariner

 Derringer, twenty-two one in the challenger

 Seven, four-eight, 23rd on the calender

 My word verses, burst raps you rap nervous

 It's worthless, you get smashed up, on the surface

 Projectile, my forty-four style, blood on silver

 The red ripper, fill up the resevoir nigga

 Armageddeon, you smack dead on, a world crisis

 The nicest, for sixteen bars, of preciseness

 

 [Wyclef]

 One two, watch out for the man in blue

 Three four, I keep it raw and hardcore

 Five six, you're sticking me with nightsticks

 Seven eight, I'm forced to call Canibus

 Nine ten, you put me in a pen; if I could

 do it all again, I'd probably bust your whole chin

 

 [Canibus]

 You got a gat nigga, use it, go 'head pull it

 Scientists got raw footage of me dodgin bullets

 I walk the streets with heat, three biscuits

 Outnumberin niggaz twin glocks with triplets

 When I spit shit I lace it, you get punched in face with

 puncutations of five-knuckle phrases

 I assure you the vocalist standin before you

 will destroy you with temperatures hot enough to flamebroil you

 My tongue moves much faster than yours do

 Every three thousand styles I change my voiceboxes oil

 Embarass you in front of your crew to annoy you

 If you know some chicks that suck a good dick, then I'll employ you

 To this hip-hop shit, Canibus stays loyal

 That's why every Killuminati I battle somebody for you

 I'm warnin you, me versus you, I hurt you

 My balance enables me to squaredance in a circle

 Your head'll spin so fast you'll catch whiplash

 I practice lyrical witchcraft on your bitch ass

 Make your hard drive crash to C colon backslash (C:/)

 Go back to the roots and reprogram your wack ass, nigga

 

 [Wyclef]

 One two, watch out for the man in blue

 Three four, I keep it raw and hardcore

 Five six, you're sticking us with nightsticks

 Seven eight, I'm forced to pack a thirty-eight

 Nine ten, you put me in a pen; if I could

 do it all again, I'd probably bust your whole chin

 Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at? (right here, right here)

 A-ight? New Jersey in the house...

 

 The people versus gestapo, what what

 Yo, there'll be no sequel to this revolution

 There will be no sequel to this revolution

 The people versus gestapo

 There'll be no sequel to this revolution, what what