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The return of the hip hop
Wyclef Toussaint St. drama

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

I 'em I'm alive but rumor says I'm dead
The resurrection of the dead, I could get
And if I ever die, all I do is

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

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

Then the fans stood up and said y'all forgot the
million records sold straight from the basement
How y'all gon' tell me Wyclef is
A rapper stood up and said, yup I got
Last I remember him was Gone 'til November

He I don't spit no more, all I do is sing songs
Last time he felt me was when I rhymed 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
Streets me dead
Streets pronounce me
pronounce me dead
Streets me dead

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

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

I went from food stamps to the a mac's
Eight 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 talkin' voodoo
We do spears like the Zulu's
So watch your mouth boy, I ain't

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

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

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

They all got when I rose from the coffin
my self off then headed out to new Jerusalem
Destroyed and rebuilt, my voice sound like
Audio tune like milk, I used to shop lift with no

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

And this ain't gangsta talk, I talk 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 you bought all the cars and the jewels
Only to find out on memorial dey in the swimmin' pool
(I dead)

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

I tell 'em I'm alive but rumor I'm dead
The resurrection of the dead, I could get
And if I ever die, all I do is

Yea
music

From the hut, to the projects, to the
So y'all know you, y'all got no excuses
I'm

Wyclef aka St Jean