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The return of the hip hop
Wyclef St. Jean drama

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And this gangsta 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 the beat

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

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

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

Yea
Warriors

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

aka Toussaint St Jean