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The return of the hip hop
Wyclef St. Jean drama

Streets pronounce me
Streets pronounce me
Streets pronounce me
pronounce me dead
Streets pronounce me
Streets pronounce me

I tell 'em I'm alive but rumor says I'm
The resurrection of the dead, I never get
And if I die, all I do is ride

The streets pronounce me
Puttin' two in my head
At the funeral, I had friends than the grateful dead
Haters started sayin' I went left

Akon took my spot, will.i.am my vest
beatin' on the coffin 'cause I could hear the crowd
But they can't me 'cause Lil' Jon's preachin' too loud
That's when the bishop said last for friends and family

the fans stood up and said y'all forgot the Fugees
Fifty million records sold from the basement
How y'all tell me Wyclef is irrelevant
A rapper up and said, yup I got amnesia
Last time I remember him was Gone November

He I don't spit no more, all I do is sing songs
time he felt me was when I rhymed with Big Pun
That's get the hate off ya chest
You a rap con artist, not a West
(I dead)

Streets me dead
Streets me dead
pronounce me dead
Streets me dead
Streets me dead
pronounce me dead

I tell 'em I'm but rumor says I'm dead
The resurrection of the dead, I never get
And if I ever die, all I do is

I mean the streets say been a while since they heard me spit
That I spit so hard, my ghostwriter must be
But far permit, this is how I
But my raps couldn't get me groceries from the super market
So I another target to aim at

I went from food stamps to the black a
track cassettes, the CD's, the iPod's
Bmx bixes, the hoopdies, the hot
And my come from Nazareth

How you gon' say I'm dead when I rose Lazareth
And this ain't mystic, I ain't voodoo
We do carry spears like the
So watch your boy, I ain't dead

Fo' the city gon' turn red, will shed
So you speak boy watch your tone
Fo' my chrome gon' turn you to a statue of
(I dead)

Streets me dead
pronounce me dead
Streets pronounce me
Streets pronounce me
Streets me dead
Streets me dead

I tell 'em I'm alive but rumor says I'm
The resurrection of the dead, I never get
And if I ever die, all I do is

They all got shocked when I from the coffin
Dust my off then headed out to new Jerusalem
Destroyed and rebuilt, my sound like silk
Audio tune like milk, I used to shop with no guilt

And Christmas time toy the size of elves
I seen the ra-ta-ta-ta turn into the real
Yup killa, you ya luck
Went to sleep in the pond, up with the ducks

And this ain't gangsta talk, I don't the talk
I you walk or get outlined in chalk
And you ain't from the
But yet you the streets
You a C, O, P, a cop the beat

But the rule on the streets they could on you
Like a pit bull after him food
Or the girl that you all the cars and the jewels
Only to find out on dey fuckin' in the swimmin' pool
(I dead)

pronounce me dead
Streets pronounce me
Streets pronounce me
pronounce me dead
Streets me dead
Streets pronounce me

I 'em I'm alive but rumor says I'm dead
The resurrection of the dead, I never get
And if I ever die, all I do is

Yea
Warriors

From the hut, to the projects, to the
So know you, y'all ain't got no excuses
I'm

aka Toussaint St Jean