The return of the hip hop ammadeus
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Wyclef Toussaint St. Jean drama
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Streets prounounce me dead [x6]
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I tell em I'm alive but rumor says I'm dead
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The reserucction of the dead... I could never get
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And if I ever die, all I do is ride
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The streets prounounce me dead
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Puttin 2 holes in my head
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At the funeral, I had more friends than the grateful dead
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Haters started talkin sayin I went left
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Akon took my spot will I am took my vest
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Started beatin on the coffin cause I could hear the crowd
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But they can't hear me cause lil' jon's preachin too loud
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That's when the bishop said last words for friends and family
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Then the fans stood up and said y'all forgot the fugees
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50 million records sold straight from the basement
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How y'all gon tell me wyclef is irrelevant
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A rapper stood up and said yup I got amnesia
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Last time I remember him was gone til novemeber
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He said I don't spit no more all I do is sing songs
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Last time he felt me was when I rhymed with Big Pun
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That's ightt get the hate off ya chest
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You a rap con artist not a Kanye West (I AINT DEAD!)
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Streets prounounce me dead [x6]
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I tell em I'm alive but rumor says I'm dead
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The reserruction of the dead... I could never get
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And if I ever die, all I do is ride
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I mean the streets say it's been a while since they heard me spit
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That I spit so hard my ghostwriter must be cannubis
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But far permit, this is how I started
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But my battle raps couldn't get me groceries from the super market
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So I found another target to aim at
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I went from food stamps to the black a mac's
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8 track cassettes the cd's the ipod's
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Bmx bixes the hoopdies the hot rods
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And my swag come from nazareth
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How you gone say I'm dead when I rose like lazareth
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And this ain't mystic I ain't talkin voodoo
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We do carry spears like the zulu's
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So watch your mouth boy I ain't dead
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Fo' the city gon turn red, blood will shed
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So before you speak boy watch your tone
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Fo' my chrome gon turn you to a statue of stone (I AINT DEAD!)
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Streets prounounce me dead [x6]
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I tell em I'm alive but rumor says I'm dead
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The reserruction of the dead... I could never get
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And if I ever die, all I do is ride
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They all got shocked when I rose from the coffin
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Dust my self off then headed out to new jerusalem
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Destroyed and rebuilt
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My voice sound like silk
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Audio tune like milk
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I used to shop lift with no guilt
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And christimas time toy guns the size of elves
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I seen the ra-ta-ta-ta turn into the real shells
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Yup killa you press ya luck
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Went to sleep in the pond, woke up with the ducks
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And this ain't gangsta talk, I don't talk the talk
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I suggest you walk or get outlined in chalk
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And you ain't from the street
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But yet you walk the streets, you a C.O.P. a cop walkin the beat
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But the rule on the streets they could turn on you
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Like a pitbull after givin him food
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Or the girl that you bought all the cars and the jewels
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Only to find out on memorial dey fuckin in the swimmin pool (I AINT DEAD!)
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Streets prounounce me dead [x6]
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I tell em I'm alive but rumor says I'm dead
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The reserruction of the dead... I could never get
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And if I ever die, all I do is ride
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Yea
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Warriors music
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Drama
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From the hut, to the projects, to the mansions
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So ya'll know you ya'll ain't got no excuses
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I'm aliveeee
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Wyclef AKA Toussaint St. Jean
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The Streets Pronounce Me Dead
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| Wyclef Jean |
