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The return of the hip hop
Wyclef St. Jean drama

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I mean the streets say it's been a while since heard me spit
That I so hard, my ghostwriter must be cannabis
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 to the black a mac's
Eight track cassettes, the CD's, the
Bmx bixes, the hoopdies, the hot
And my swag from Nazareth

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

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

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

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

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

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

And this ain't talk, I don't talk the talk
I suggest you or get outlined in chalk
And you ain't the street
But yet you the streets
You a C, O, P, a cop walkin' the

But the rule on the streets they could on you
Like a pit bull after him food
Or the that 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 me dead
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

Yea
music

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

aka Toussaint St Jean