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The return of the hip hop
Wyclef St. Jean drama

pronounce me dead
Streets me dead
Streets me dead
pronounce 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 could get
And if I die, all I do is ride

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

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

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

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

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

I mean the streets say it's been a while since heard me spit
That I spit so hard, my ghostwriter be cannabis
But far permit, this is how I
But my battle raps get me groceries 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 swag come from

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

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

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

They all got shocked I rose from the coffin
Dust my self off then headed out to new
Destroyed and rebuilt, my voice sound like
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 into 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 suggest you walk or get in chalk
And you from the street
But yet you walk the
You a C, O, P, a cop the beat

But the rule on the streets they could on you
Like a pit after givin' 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)

Streets pronounce me
Streets pronounce me
Streets pronounce me
Streets pronounce me
Streets pronounce me
Streets pronounce me

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

Yea
Warriors

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

Wyclef aka St Jean