Intro: Wyclef]

80 bars, 80 scars

Yo, engineer turn me up, yo



[Wyclef]

I started off in the underground

From mono to stereo, now I'm surround sound

Blowing through your tubes, leaving holes through your speakers

Cracking through your tweeters, my frequency's off the meter

Jam packed arenas from here to Bangkok

I'm ahead of my time like Jimi Hendrix playing Woodstock

Me, I'm playing Hoodstock before I had the dreadlocks

I use to reminisce "Should I do music or sell rocks?"

Wrote my own props, living in the PJ's

That's when the Angel came to you and said "It's all a Masquerade"

Eyes with no faces, speakers with no lace

I feel that Earth's spinnin, but I'm standin in the same space

With no trace of what happened last night

I seen two fiends fighting over a crack pipe

Now I'm watching TV, my antennae was a close hanger

Blurry vision, Mister McGee Hunn, David Banner

Flip the data, the kids was wearin bandanas

Totin hammers aimin at your medulla oblongata

Blaow blaow, a young thug with a slim figure

The romantic type like the movie "Castle Blanca"

Herbs, sell 'em once, got busted by undercover

Buyer, my supplier was a Gypsy cab driver

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

Living in the jungle to get taught became my muscle

I strive through snake eyes who wanted me crucified

I thought that I was drowning but I was getting baptized

Now behold, I heard you sold 20 mill'

But with no street credibility, your overkill

You ain't real, talkin bout keep it gangsta

Phony, if you knew the gangstas sent me to shank you

Gank you, gank you, tie up your ankles

And if that ain't enought, I call Henchman's to linch you

Now, at the funeral, I can see the Priest bless you

But in the after life, I'ma still touch you

Knockin on heavens door, your beggin to get in

That's when the center man greets you with 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"

Fools, is 5 bucks, get off the phone, times up

I seen him cut from his head to his nuts

You wish you wouldn't, wish you couldn't, wish it got to me

Cause you screamin so loud that a deaf man can hear

Back to the silence, no more droppin science

Er'body rappin about diamonds and violence

And they ain't are'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 by the bar

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

Don't subject yourself to the mass appeal

First Class, caviar in the vel'

In the new S Class with the Jordan wheels

Remember, the music in the streets like the streets

You know the cold of the streets, er'body tryin to eat

The evidence is concrete, I'm tired of the same song

You take me how, you must be high off heroin

Sharper than I ever been, this one gon get a 10

Rappers, I'ma murder y'all with your own medicine

I move with faith, I never have doubt

I'm so hungry you will think I'm just coming out

But I been here before, from "Blun" to "The Score"

To "The Carnival", Ecleftic World Tour

I'm causin whores, waitin in the back doors

They want me to rock they boat and shift they more short

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

They wanna cut your hair like Deliala did Sampson

I felt that, so I went back to my format

Raps and backpack, gats for carjacks

Hats for pussycats, cause Aids, I don't want that

And for the DJ's, here's something y'all can scratch

Technique 12, Benito hits the watts

Hypnotize the crowd, the dance floor is jam packed

Now sing along like a negro spiritual

No one got shot tonight, it's a miracle

What's this I hear, y'all wanna take my spot?

You got a better chance putting a gorilla in a headlock

I'm too focused, I can see through your lens

You ain't a G, just a wanna be, Kingpin said...

"The next time, y'all wanna pay for protection

I suggest that you hit up the Haitian Sicilians"



[Outro]

80 bars, 80 scars

80 bars, 80 scars

80 bars, 80 scars

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