Wyclef Jean - The Mix Show Lyrics
We gon send this out for every street djThis is somethin for the mix showsMix showsYou dont wanna go outsideBecause the thugs are outsideThey bustin slugs outsideSo you dont wanna go outsideLets goUh, Im outside lookin inI could feel it through the windFrom the streets shoreI could see the sharks finThey aint eat nuttin in a weekAnd they hunger is the reason why the blood drips on the concreteSo run your juicePit bulls drewThey gon shoot you in the head so what good is your bullet proofUnless your bullet proof-la whats your affiliationYou just a rat handin out informationYou wanna run and said clef took my paperClef aint take your paperClef is just a narratorThink Im a singerIma have you call a operator911 now you breavin through a respiratiorAll dat gun-clappin yappin meet me outsideYou never seen a ghost until you seen the other sideSo think before you speak or blood is go leakYou shouldnt have no problems understandinI aint speakin greekI need a hundred grandAnd I aint talkin bout no candy barTake over your strip like its candaharYou gonna see so much red you think your man on marsThat concrete thats under your feet gon land on hardI got gooms that stand on guardPost up waitin wit the toasterHit you from close upBare faceNo black maskNo silencersOn the burners everybody hear da gat blastBodies found chopped up in black bags inside inceneratorsI got power like generatorsSlugs wit names on itThe message I send to hatersIn my hood Im know as a menace to neighborsMe and my men for paperWe dont fear the morgueOnly thing we afraid of is we scared to starveYou cant stop the shinePlay a black cloud in my dollar signs and be a victim of a violent crimeFor realThe flows is death defyinAct real and ya neck be flyinBrains and guts like I was savin private ryanTest the ironAnd I show you a wall, catThats filled wit bodiesSee where your balls at, if you all datAnd I show a wall, cat, thats filled wit bodiesAnd yours could be the nextNumber 19, erased out the projectsI progress everyday Im livin this lifeI wont stop till Im buried, dogIm livin it rightJust gimme the price and Im willin to take a chanceI keep it ass hardCause this sh in my pantsAnd if you wanna dance you need to jump to these lyricsYou feelin the physical form as well as the spiritDont try to compare itJust listen and love to hear itAnd if its fire you know not to come near itI keep it flame broil enough to make your brains boilPut you in a stash where nobody could say they saw youCheck, g.o.d. put it down like its burnin hotExecute you on the spot no warnin shotComin timothy mcvay I burn down your blockFirst I kick in your door cause in war we dont knockI got no competitionOnly man that could see me is the man in the mirrorKeep wishinKeep fishinGet a hundred and fifty stitchesYour last rightsLast mealLast wishesThis is summin for the mix showsThey call me most honorable, most knowledgeableToast bottles in blueThe hydropronic gooseI spit ten words blow you to moleculesIm under your skin cells and your hair folliclesIts the jewelWhatever I could see I could beI saw hip-hop became a mcThen I saw the streets became a ogThen I learn to see myself became g.o.d.We get them packs off oftenIm on da block where its scorchinThe life that I livell make you nauseousMost of our ngs see a coffinMost of our cish see abortionsOf course we are lost in the circle of karmaThis is summin for the mix showsWhere you and your mama, grandmama, and great-grandmama live out the same dramaWhere you and your father, fathers fathers, great and fore fathers felt horror like no tomorrowIm from united snakes, the country of crimeThe city look cish they changed the skylineAnd its us against swine and they loosin they mindIn the van with my grindAnd thirst to gimme timeIma ball or get signed or bang and take mineMy designs undefinedIm clearly one of a kindIts best you realize only the fittest surviveFor cowards its suicide so dont come outsideYou dont wanna come outsideMasqueradeIts blaques outsideFam and prolific, we all outsideSo you dont wanna come outsideRefugeeAy, yo we gon send this out for every street dj that aint getting no real radio airplayYou know I meanThats comin on the radio at one oclock in da morninThat got da streets on lockThis generation!
