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The return of the hip hop
Wyclef Toussaint St. drama

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

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

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

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

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

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

Streets pronounce me
Streets pronounce me
pronounce me dead
Streets me dead
pronounce 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 die, all I do is ride

I mean the streets say been a while since they heard me spit
I spit so hard, my ghostwriter must 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 from food stamps to the black a mac's
Eight track cassettes, the CD's, the
Bmx bixes, the hoopdies, the hot
And my swag come from

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

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

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

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

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

And Christmas toy guns 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 ain't gangsta talk, I don't talk the talk
I suggest you walk or get outlined in
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 could on you
Like a pit bull givin' him food
Or the girl that you bought all the and the jewels
Only to find out on dey fuckin' in the swimmin' pool
(I dead)

pronounce me dead
Streets me dead
Streets pronounce me
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 never get
And if I die, all I do is ride

Yea
music

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

Wyclef aka St Jean