No Airplay Lyrics - Wyclef Jean

(Wyclef) 

Yo the Brooklyn Bridge is gonna collapse y'know? 

Yo this Wyclef Jean and the ReFugee All-Stars up in here 

Yo what's this I hear about the police in Brooklyn? 

Turn this jam up, yo, yo 

This the type of jam that be getting no airplay 

I want the whole world to hear this joint right here, yo 

This the type of jam that be getting no airplay 

You asked for it buddy, here it comes 

One two, watch out for the man in blue 

Three four, I keep it raw and hardcore 

Five six, you're beating us with nightsticks 

Seven eight, I'm forced to pack a thirty-eight 

Nine ten, you put me in a pen; if I could 

do it all again, I'd probably bust your chin 

*repeat 2X: first time "ah"; second time "once I leave the pen"* 

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I'm from a land of black bats, alley rats and cats 

Scratch up my car, set me up for the carjack 

Under pressure, I gotta leave the gat 

Two straps, a total of sixteen caps 

Say something positive? No positivity 

More positivity, more positivity brutality 

Thugs get angry, the violence increase 

You want peace, make Wyclef chief of police 

Riding through the hood, it's the same ol story 

It's either you play ball or you drug dealy dealy 

Standin on the block when the spot get hot 

Guaranteed to get set up, by a crooked cop 

So I'm sittin back, rhymin on instrumentals 

Anything I touch, it turns monumental 

Me and Jerry Wonder, we keep it credible 

for the streets, at the same time, we gotta eat 

When we commercialize it's to enterprise 

We guarantee to sell a hundred mil before we die 

But Jerry is broke, that's the situation 

Nine-seven, it's like no more eviction 

No more war milk, no more government cheese 

Police keep on shootin at our bulletproof Bentley 

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Yo this the type of jam that be getting no airplay 

The Brooklyn Bridge about to collapse, apocalypse 

This the type of jam that be getting no airplay 

The ghettoes are fed up, we got the arms in the air 

One two, watch out for the man in blue 

Three four, I keep it raw and hardcore 

Five six, you're beating us with nightsticks 

Seven eight, I'm forced to pack a thirty-eight 

Nine ten, you put me in a pen; if I could 

do it all again, I'd probably bust your chin 

(Manhunt) 

Yo bust this 

Forty caliber, seventeen through your character 

Waterworld's world, underwater, Sub Mariner 

Derringer, twenty-two one in the challenger 

Seven, four-eight, 23rd on the calender 

My word verses, burst raps you rap nervous 

It's worthless, you get smashed up, on the surface 

Projectile, my forty-four style, blood on silver 

The red ripper, fill up the resevoir nigga 

Armageddeon, you smack dead on, a world crisis 

The nicest, for sixteen bars, of preciseness 

(Wyclef) 

One two, watch out for the man in blue 

Three four, I keep it raw and hardcore 

Five six, you're sticking me with nightsticks 

Seven eight, I'm forced to call Canibus 

Nine ten, you put me in a pen; if I could 

do it all again, I'd probably bust your whole chin 

(Canibus) 

You got a gat nigga, use it, go 'head pull it 

Scientists got raw footage of me dodgin bullets 

I walk the streets with heat, three biscuits 

Outnumberin niggaz twin glocks with triplets 

When I spit shit I lace it, you get punched in face with 

puncutations of five-knuckle phrases 

I assure you the vocalist standin before you 

will destroy you with temperatures hot enough to flamebroil you 

My tongue moves much faster than yours do 

Every three thousand styles I change my voiceboxes oil 

Embarass you in front of your crew to annoy you 

If you know some chicks that suck a good dick, then I'll employ you 

To this hip-hop shit, Canibus stays loyal 

That's why every Killuminati I battle somebody for you 

I'm warnin you, me versus you, I hurt you 

My balance enables me to squaredance in a circle 

Your head'll spin so fast you'll catch whiplash 

I practice lyrical witchcraft on your bitch ass 

Make your hard drive crash to C colon backslash (C:/) 

Go back to the roots and reprogram your wack ass, nigga 

(Wyclef) 

One two, watch out for the man in blue 

Three four, I keep it raw and hardcore 

Five six, you're sticking us with nightsticks 

Seven eight, I'm forced to pack a thirty-eight 

Nine ten, you put me in a pen; if I could 

do it all again, I'd probably bust your whole chin 

Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at? (right here, right here) 

A-ight? New Jersey in the house... 

The people versus gestapo, what what 

Yo, there'll be no sequel to this revolution 

There will be no sequel to this revolution 

The people versus gestapo 

There'll be no sequel to this revolution, what what