WYCLEF JEAN - Amadeus lyrics

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[Intro]

In the hood they used to tell me,

You ain’t gonna go far man

I used to be like what?

They said Wyclef Jean you ain’t gonna go far

Rappers don’t rap in, play it the guitar

I started off a battle emc, but a wise man told me

If you gonna make money, you gotta learn to write your sheet music

Yeah, like Amadeus gotta write like Amadeus boy,

Amadeus gotta write like Amadeus boy,

Amadeus gotta write like Amadeus

Write my own sheet music like Amadeus

You thought I was a ballerina cause you seen me shake my hips with Shakira, Shakira

Started off in the underground, from mind on the stereo, now I’m surround sound

From here to Bangkok, ahead of my time like Jimi Hendrix playing Woodstock

Playing hoodstock before I had the dreadlocks

Used to reminisce ...out the music and sell crops

Grow my own crops, living in the pj

When angel Gabriel said it’s all a masquerade

Eyes with no face, sneakers with no lace

Feel the earth spinning but I’m standing in the same space

Started off, as a battle emc, yeah, but a teacher once told me

Man if you gonna make money, you gotta learn to write your sheet music

Yeah, like Amadeus gotta write like Amadeus boy,

Amadeus gotta write like Amadeus boy,

Amadeus gotta write like Amadeus

Write my own sheet music, yeah, yeah

That’s what I’m talking bout yeah

Let me take you all back, yeah

Let me take you back to when I broke full

My first battle, in high-school

I mean I barely spoke English, so I flipped it in Spanish

Bita amiga, Buenos dias senorita

Como estas us he is su familia?

Foes and enemies meaning the same in dictionary

This ain’t Pictionary

All you see is a cemetery

But the girls man they still ain’t convinced

They got convinced when I flipped it in French

Quand je mas de la valeur de la monde,

Je ne crai on peu mal … avec moi

Quand je fel amour… de ma vie, toujour a le…

Me and …in the hood, worked in a beauty saloon

For ek he was a courion, like na na na na …

Yeah, every day in the hood I wrote a verse

I used to battle in front of my daddy church

I got a brother that rap, sister that sing

Cousin that sling, uncle upstate, time on the bank

Beef on the block, war with the crops, farmers with crops

Shovels in they hands, screaming legalize the peter tuck

Even got hip hop cops follow me red dot

Keep a camcorder, just in case they wanna frame the author

Freedom of speech keep teach good times

Keep an iron … under the seat, just in case your hoodie’s a white sheep

They used to burn crosses, but now they can’t approach me

Cause my mansion’s haunted with Malcolm X’s ghost

I used to be a battle emc, but a wise man told me

If you gonna make money, you gotta learn to write your sheet music

Yeah, like Amadeus gotta write like Amadeus boy,

Amadeus gotta write like Amadeus boy,

Amadeus gotta write like Amadeus

Write my own sheet music like Amadeus.