Artist: Wyclef Jean
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Album: Masquerade
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Song: 80 Bars
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[Intro: Wyclef]
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80 bars, 80 scars
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Yo, engineer turn me up, yo
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[Wyclef]
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I started off in the underground
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From mono to stereo, now I'm surround sound
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Blowing through your tubes, leaving holes through your speakers
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Cracking through your tweeters, my frequency's off the meter
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Jam packed arenas from here to Bangkok
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I'm ahead of my time like Jimi Hendrix playing Woodstock
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Me, I'm playing Hoodstock before I had the dreadlocks
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I use to reminisce "Should I do music or sell rocks?"
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Wrote my own props, living in the PJ's
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That's when the Angel came to you and said "It's all a Masquerade"
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Eyes with no faces, speakers with no lace
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I feel that Earth's spinnin, but I'm standin in the same space
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With no trace of what happened last night
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I seen two fiends fighting over a crack pipe
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Now I'm watching TV, my antennae was a close hanger
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Blurry vision, Mister McGee Hunn, David Banner
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Flip the data, the kids was wearin bandanas
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Totin hammers aimin at your medulla oblongata
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Blaow blaow, a young thug with a slim figure
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The romantic type like the movie "Castle Blanca"
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Herbs, sell 'em once, got busted by undercover
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Buyer, my supplier was a Gypsy cab driver
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That's when I realize I need to find a new hustle
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Living in the jungle to get taught became my muscle
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I strive through snake eyes who wanted me crucified
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I thought that I was drowning but I was getting baptized
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Now behold, I heard you sold 20 mill'
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But with no street credibility, your overkill
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You ain't real, talkin bout keep it gangsta
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Phony, if you knew the gangstas sent me to shank you
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Gank you, gank you, tie up your ankles
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And if that ain't enought, I call Henchman's to linch you
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Now, at the funeral, I can see the Priest bless you
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But in the after life, I'ma still touch you
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Knockin on heavens door, your beggin to get in
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That's when the center man greets you with the face of Satan
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Now you look frightened in the belly of the whale
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That's when the warden say "I wanna welcome you to hell"
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Fools, is 5 bucks, get off the phone, times up
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I seen him cut from his head to his nuts
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You wish you wouldn't, wish you couldn't, wish it got to me
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Cause you screamin so loud that a deaf man can hear
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Back to the silence, no more droppin science
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Er'body rappin about diamonds and violence
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And they ain't are's, all they do is charge credit cards
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And when the bill comes, they blame it on the rap stars
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Now how you figure? I ain't rent a car
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I wasn't at the spa, I ain't by the bar
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Now here's a jewel when you get your first record deal
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Don't subject yourself to the mass appeal
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First Class, caviar in the vel'
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In the new S Class with the Jordan wheels
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Remember, the music in the streets like the streets
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You know the cold of the streets, er'body tryin to eat
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The evidence is concrete, I'm tired of the same song
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You take me how, you must be high off heroin
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Sharper than I ever been, this one gon get a 10
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Rappers, I'ma murder y'all with your own medicine
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I move with faith, I never have doubt
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I'm so hungry you will think I'm just coming out
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But I been here before, from "Blun" to "The Score"
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To "The Carnival", Ecleftic World Tour
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I'm causin whores, waitin in the back doors
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They want me to rock they boat and shift they more short
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That's when the Father said "Take me to this lesson"
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They wanna cut your hair like Deliala did Sampson
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I felt that, so I went back to my format
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Raps and backpack, gats for carjacks
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Hats for pussycats, cause Aids, I don't want that
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And for the DJ's, here's something y'all can scratch
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Technique 12, Benito hits the watts
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Hypnotize the crowd, the dance floor is jam packed
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Now sing along like a negro spiritual
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No one got shot tonight, it's a miracle
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What's this I hear, y'all wanna take my spot?
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You got a better chance putting a gorilla in a headlock
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I'm too focused, I can see through your lens
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You ain't a G, just a wanna be, Kingpin said...
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"The next time, y'all wanna pay for protection
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I suggest that you hit up the Haitian Sicilians"
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[Outro]
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80 bars, 80 scars
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80 b |