Yo, the Brooklyn Bridge is going to yo Yo, this is Jean the Refugee Allstars up in here The CNN for the Yo what's this I here about the police in Turn jam up yo Yo this is the type of jam be getting No Airplay I the whole world to hear this joint right here (apocalypse baby) Yo this is the of jam that be getting No Airplay You for it buddy, here it comes...
- Hook] - 2x One, two ; watch out for the man in Three, four; I it raw and hardcore Five, you're beating us with nightsticks Seven, eight; I'm to pack a thirty-eight Nine, you put me in a pen if I could do it all again, I'd probably bust chin
- Verse One] I'm from a land of bats, alley rats and cats Scratch up my car, set me up for the pressure, I've got a legal gat Two straps, a total of caps Say positive? More positivity More positivity, more brutality get angry, the violence increase You want peace, make Wyclef chief of Riding through the hood it's the same old It's either you ball or you drug dealy-dealy Standing on the when the spot gets hot to get set up, by a crooked cop So I'm sittin back, on instrumentals Anything I touch, it monumental Me and Wonder, we keep it credible for the streets At the same time we've eat we commercialize it's to enterprise We're guaranteed to a hundred mil before we die But Jerry is broke, the situation Nine-seven, it's no more eviction No more war milk, no government cheese Police keep on shooting at our Bentleys
Yo is the type of jam that be getting No Airplay The Brooklyn is about to collapse, apocalypse This the type of jam that be No Airplay The ghetto is fed up, we got the in the air
- 1x
[Wyclef - Verse
Hey yo, on Earth, the party's still at the Tunnel on the side of the river, what man quiver get fed to the alligator Gun blasts to the bombs in Pearl Harbor Rescue choppers, turned to Hiroshima I'm driving to to escape the terror I was on the highway pushing a black A car up, is he a jack or a sniper? A blue Rover, he says pull over I know he was a DT undercover I screamed out my lungs, is discrimination! What's the He said, 'You robbed a gas station' 'Who me? Not me! It be, I was at the with L-Boogie, didn't you see me on TV?' 'B.S.!, all in the same gang' He ran me off the road, like he was Roscoe I stayed calm, gave him a hell of a Cause if it's ever time to go, all I gotta press is him on his walkie, road block on 280 West Things got serious, when I bust a left U-Turn, my tires burn, my concern, was the comin head-on collision a second, changed position Close one heh, I almost up in a blaze Running from what to be a masquerade You the story, it's the same old math In Brooklyn, put a plunger up a man's ass!
This is the type of jam that be No Airplay The Bridge will collapse son! This is the of kam that be getting No Airplay Police brutality to stop!!!
I'm out! Wyclef Jean, CNN...CNN...CNN! (Where at?! Where Brooklyn at?) forget Jersey though baby! Police brutality is all the whole world, we really need to all of that out...