Yo, the Bridge is going to collapse yo Yo, this is Wyclef Jean the Refugee Allstars up in The CNN for the Yo what's this I here about the in Brooklyn? this jam up yo Yo this is the type of jam that be getting No I want the whole world to hear this right here (apocalypse baby) Yo this is the type of jam that be No Airplay You for it buddy, here it comes...
[Wyclef - - 2x One, two ; watch out for the man in Three, four; I it raw and hardcore Five, six; you're 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
[Wyclef - Verse I'm from a land of black bats, rats and cats up my car, set me up for the carjack Under pressure, I've got a gat Two straps, a of sixteen caps Say positive? More positivity More positivity, police brutality get angry, the violence increase You want peace, Wyclef chief of police Riding through the hood it's the old story It's either you play or you drug dealy-dealy Standing on the block when the gets hot Guaranteed to get set up, by a cop So I'm sittin back, rhyming on Anything I touch, it turns Me and Wonder, we keep it credible for the streets At the time we've gotta eat When we commercialize it's to We're to sell a hundred mil before we die But Jerry is broke, the situation Nine-seven, it's no more eviction No more war milk, no more 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 the type of jam that be getting No Airplay The ghetto is fed up, we got the in the air
- 1x
[Wyclef - Two]
Hey yo, back on Earth, the still at the Tunnel on the West side of the river, man quiver get fed to the alligator Gun equivalent to the bombs in Pearl Harbor choppers, Brooklyn turned to Hiroshima I'm driving to Jersey to escape the I was on the highway pushing a Viper A car pulls up, is he a jack or a A blue Range Rover, he says pull I didn't know he was a DT I out my lungs, 'This is discrimination! What's the He said, just robbed a gas station' me? Not me! It couldn't be, I was at the Grammy's with L-Boogie, didn't you see me on 'B.S.!, you're all in the gang' He ran me off the road, like he was Roscoe I stayed calm, gave him a hell of a Cause if it's time to go, all I gotta press is turbo Heard him on his walkie, block on 280 West Things got serious, that's when I a left U-Turn, my tires burn, my concern, was the comin head-on waited a second, changed position Close one heh, I almost went up in a Running what appeared to be a masquerade You know the story, it's the old math In Brooklyn, put a plunger up a man's ass!
This is the type of jam that be No Airplay The Brooklyn will collapse son! This is the type of kam that be getting No brutality needs to stop!!!
I'm out! Wyclef Jean, CNN...CNN...CNN! (Where Brooklyn at?! Where at?) Can't Jersey though baby! brutality is all around the whole world, we really need to chill all of out...