Masquerade
Исполнитель: Wyclef Jean
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[Intro: Wyclef]<br>80 bars, 80 scars<br>Yo, engineer turn me up, yo<br><br>[Wyclef]<br>I started off in the underground <br>From mono to stereo, now I`m surround sound<br>Blowing through your tubes, leaving holes through your speakers<br>Cracking through your tweeters, my frequency`s off the meter<br>Jam packed arenas from here to Bangkok<br>I`m ahead of my time like Jimi Hendrix playing Woodstock<br>Me, I`m playing Hoodstock before I had the dreadlocks<br>I use to reminisce "Should I do music or sell rocks?"<br>Wrote my own props, living in the PJ`s<br>That`s when the Angel came to you and said "It`s all a Masquerade" <br>Eyes with no faces, speakers with no lace<br>I feel that Earth`s spinnin, but I`m standin in the same space<br>With no trace of what happened last night<br>I seen two fiends fighting over a crack pipe<br>Now I`m watching TV, my antennae was a close hanger<br>Blurry vision, Mister McGee Hunn, David Banner<br>Flip the data, the kids was wearin bandanas<br>Totin hammers aimin at your medulla oblongata<br>Blaow blaow, a young thug with a slim figure<br>The romantic type like the movie "Castle Blanca"<br>Herbs, sell `em once, got busted by undercover<br>Buyer, my supplier was a Gypsy cab driver<br>That`s when I realize I need to find a new hustle<br>Living in the jungle to get taught became my muscle <br>I strive through snake eyes who wanted me crucified<br>I thought that I was drowning but I was getting baptized<br>Now behold, I heard you sold 20 mill`<br>But with no street credibility, your overkill<br>You ain`t real, talkin bout keep it gangsta<br>Phony, if you knew the gangstas sent me to shank you <br>Gank you, gank you, tie up your ankles<br>And if that ain`t enought, I call Henchman`s to linch you<br>Now, at the funeral, I can see the Priest bless you<br>But in the after life, I`ma still touch you<br>Knockin on heavens door, your beggin to get in<br>That`s when the center man greets you with the face of Satan<br>Now you look frightened in the belly of the whale<br>That`s when the warden say "I wanna welcome you to hell"<br>Fools, is 5 bucks, get off the phone, times up<br>I seen him cut from his head to his nuts<br>You wish you wouldn`t, wish you couldn`t, wish it got to me<br>Cause you screamin so loud that a deaf man can hear<br>Back to the silence, no more droppin science<br>Er`body rappin about diamonds and violence<br>And they ain`t are`s, all they do is charge credit cards<br>And when the bill comes, they blame it on the rap stars<br>Now how you figure? I ain`t rent a car <br>I wasn`t at the spa, I ain`t by the bar<br>Now here`s a jewel when you get your first record deal<br>Don`t subject yourself to the mass appeal<br>First Class, caviar in the vel`<br>In the new S Class with the Jordan wheels<br>Remember, the music in the streets like the streets<br>You know the cold of the streets, er`body tryin to eat<br>The evidence is concrete, I`m tired of the same song<br>You take me how, you must be high off heroin<br>Sharper than I ever been, this one gon get a 10<br>Rappers, I`ma murder y`all with your own medicine<br>I move with faith, I never have doubt<br>I`m so hungry you will think I`m just coming out<br>But I been here before, from "Blun" to "The Score" <br>To "The Carnival", Ecleftic World Tour<br>I`m causin whores, waitin in the back doors<br>They want me to rock they boat and shift they more short<br>That`s when the Father said "Take me to this lesson"<br>They wanna cut your hair like Deliala did Sampson<br>I felt that, so I went back to my format<br>Raps and backpack, gats for carjacks<br>Hats for pussycats, cause Aids, I don`t want that<br>And for the DJ`s, here`s something y`all can scratch<br>Technique 12, Benito hits the watts<br>Hypnotize the crowd, the dance floor is jam packed<br>Now sing along like a negro spiritual<br>No one got shot tonight, it`s a miracle<br>What`s this I hear, y`all wanna take my spot?<br>You got a better chance putting a gorilla in a headlock<br>I`m too focused, I can see through your lens<br>You ain`t a G, just a wanna be, Kingpin said... <br>"The next time, y`all wanna pay for protection<br>I suggest that you hit up the Haitian Sicilians"<br><br>[Outro]<br>80 bars, 80 scars<br>80 bars, 80 scars<br>80 bars, 80 scars<br>80 bars