The Mix Show Lyrics - Masquerade - Wyclef Jean

We gon send this out for every street D J 

This is somethin' for the mix shows mix shows 

You don't wanna go outside 

Because the thugs are outside 

They bustin' slugs outside 

So you don't wanna go outside 

Let's go 

Uh, I'm outside lookin' in 

I could feel it through the wind 

From the streets' shore 

I could see the shark's fin 

They ain't eat nuttin' in a week 

And they hunger is the reason why 

The blood drips on the concrete 

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So run your juice Pit bulls drew 

They gon shoot you in the head so 

What good is your bullet proof 

Unless your bullet proof-la what's your affiliation 

You just a rat handin' out information 

You wanna run and said Clef took my paper 

Clef ain't take your paper 

Clef is just a narrator think I'm a singer 

I'ma have you call a operator 

911 now you breavin' through a respiration 

All dat gun-clappin' yappin' meet me outside 

You never seen a ghost until you seen the other side 

So think before you speak or blood is go leak 

You shouldn't have no problems understandin' 

I ain't speakin' Greek I need a hundred grand 

Photos 

And I ain't talkin' 'bout no candy bar 

Take over your strip like it's Candahar 

You gonna see so much red you think your man on Mars 

That concrete that's under your feet gon land on hard 

I got gooms that stand on guard 

Post up waitin' wit the toaster 

Hit you from close up Bare face 

No black mask no silencers 

On the burners everybody hear da get blast 

Bodies found chopped up in black bags inside incinerators 

I got power like generators 

Slugs wit names on it 

The message I send to haters 

In my hood I'm know as a menace to neighbors 

Me and my men for paper 

We don't fear the morgue 

Only thing we afraid of is we scared to starve 

You can't stop the shine 

Play a black cloud in my dollar signs 

And be a victim of a violent crime for real 

The flows is death defyin' 

Act real and ya neck be flyin' 

Brains and guts like I was savin' private Ryan 

Test the iron 

And I show you a wall, cat 

That's filled wit bodies 

See where your balls at, if you all dat 

And I show a wall, cat, that's filled wit bodies 

And yours could be the next 

Number 19, erased out the projects 

I progress everyday I'm livin' this life 

I won't stop till I'm buried, dog 

I'm livin' it right 

Just gimme the price and I'm willin' to take a chance 

I keep it ass hard 

Cause this sh- in my pants 

And if you wanna dance you need to jump to these levels 

You feelin' the physical form as well as the spirit 

Don't try to compare it 

Just listen and love to hear it 

And if it's fire you know not to come near it 

I keep it flame broil enough to make your brains boil 

Put you in a stash where nobody could say they saw you 

Check, G O D. put it down like it's burnin' hot 

Execute you on the spot no warnin' shot 

Comin' Timothy McVay I burn down your block 

First I kick in your door cause in war we don't knock 

I got no competition 

Only man that could see me is the man in the mirror 

Keep wishin' Keep fishin' 

Get a hundred and fifty stitches 

Your last rights last meal last wishes 

This is summin' for the mix shows 

They call me most honorable, most knowledgeable 

Toast bottles in blue the hydropronic goose 

I spit ten words blow you to molecules 

I'm under your skin cells and your hair follicles 

It's the jewel 

Whatever I could see I could be 

I saw hip-hop became a M C 

Then I saw the streets became a O G 

Then I learn to see myself became G O D 

We get them packs off often 

I'm on da block where it's scorchin' 

The life that I live'll make you nauseous 

Most of our niggs see a coffin 

Most of our ish see abortions 

Of course we are lost in the circle of Karma 

Where you and your mama, grand mama 

And great-grand mama live out the same drama 

Where you and your father, father's fathers 

Great and fore fathers felt horror like no tomorrow 

I'm from United Snakes, the country of crime 

The city lookish they changed the skyline 

And it's us against swine and it loosin' they mind 

In the van with my grind 

And thirst to gimme time 

I'ma ball or get signed or bang and take mine 

My design's undefined 

I'm clearly one of a kind 

It's best you realize only the fittest survive 

For cowards it's suicide so don't come outside 

You don't wanna come outside Masquerade 

Its Blaques outside 

Fam and Prolific, we all outside 

So you don't wanna come outside Refugee 

Ay, yo we gon send this out for every street D J 

That ain't getting no real radio airplay 

You know I mean 

That's comin' on the radio at one o'clock in da mornin' 

That got da streets on lock 

This generation!