80 Bars Lyrics - Masquerade - Wyclef Jean

80 Bars 

80 Scars 

Yo, engineer, turn me up, yo 

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I started off in the underground 

From mono to stereo 

Now I'm surround sound 

Blowin through your tubes 

Leavin holes through your speakers 

Crackin through your tweeters 

My frequency's off the meters 

Jam pack arenas from here to Bangkok 

I'm ahead of my time like Jimmy Hendrix played Woodstock 

Me, I'm playin Hoodstock 

Before I had the dreadlocks I used to reminisce 

Should I do music or sell rocks 

Grow my own crops 

Livin in the PJs 

That's when an angel, Gabriel, said 

It's all a masquerade 

Eyes wit no face, sneakers wit no lace 

I feel the earth spinnin but I'm standing in the same space 

Wit no trace of what happened last night 

I seen two fiends fightin over a crack pipe 

Now I'm watchin tv 

My antenna was a clothes hanger 

Blurry vision Mista Mondehan David Banner 

Flip the data 

The kids are wearin bandanas 

Totin hammers 

Aimin at your medulla oblongata 

Blow Blow 

A young thug wit a slim figure 

Romantic type like the movie Casablanca 

Herb seller once got busted by a undercover buyer 

My supplier was a Gypsie cab driver 

That's when I realized I need to find a new hustle 

Livin in the jungle 

The guitar became my muscle 

I scribe through snake eyes that wanted my crucified 

Y'all thought that I was drownin but I was getting baptized 

Now behold I heard you sold twenty mill 

But wit no street credibility you overkill 

Y'all ain't real 

Talkin bout keep it gangsta 

Only if you knew the gangsta sent me to shank you 

Gank you, gank you, tie up your ankles 

And if that ain't enough I call hinchmens to lynch you 

Now at the funeral I could see the priest bless you 

But in the after life I'ma still touch you 

Knockin on heaven's door you beggin to get in 

That's when the Son of Man greets you wit the face of Satan 

Now you look frightened in the belly of the whale 

That's when the warden say I wanna welcome you to hell 

Bones is five bucks 

Get off the phone, time's up 

I seen him cut from his head to his (scratch $#@%) 

You wish you would wish you could 

Wishin got you here 

You screamin so loud that a deaf man could hear 

Back to the silence 

No more droppin science 

Everybody rappin bout diamonds and violence 

And A&R's all they do is charge credit cards 

And when the bill comes 

They blame it on the rap stars 

Now how you figure 

I ain't rent a car 

I wasn't at the spa 

I ain't buy the bar 

Now here's a Jew 

When you get your first record deal 

Don't subject yourself to the mass appeal 

First class, caviar in the? Ville 

In the new S class wit da Jordan wheels 

Remember the music in the streets like the streets 

You know the code of the streets 

Everybody tryin to eat 

The evidence is concrete 

I'm tired of the same song 

You take me out 

You must be high off of heroine 

Sharper than I ever been 

This one gon get a ten 

Rappers, I'ma murder y'all wit your own medicine 

I move with faith 

I never have doubt 

I'm so hungry you would think I'm just comin out 

But I been here before from Blunted to The Score 

To the Carnival, Ecleftic, World Tour 

I'm poison 

Whores waitin in the back door 

They want me to rock they boat and shift them on shore 

That's when the Father said, 

? Take heed to this lesson' 

They wanna cut your hair like Delilah did Samson 

I felt that 

So I went back to my format 

Raps in backpack 

Gats for car jacks 

Hats for pussy cats 

Cause AIDS I don't want that 

And for the DJ's here's somethin y'all can scratch 

Technique twelve 

The needle hits the wax 

Hypnotize the crowd 

The dance floor's jam packed 

Now sing along like a Negro spiritual 

No one got shot tonight 

It's a miracle 

But what's this I hear 

Y'all wanna take my spot 

You got a better chance puttin a gorilla in a headlock 

I'm too focused I can see through your lens 

You ain't a G, just a wannabe kingpin 

So, the next time y'all wanna pay for protection 

I suggest that you hit up the Hatian Sicilian 

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