WYCLEF JEAN - The Mix Show lyrics

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We gon send this out for every street dj<br>This is somethin for the mix shows<br>Mix shows<br><br>You don't wanna go outside<br>Because the thugs are outside<br>They bustin slugs outside<br>So you don't wanna go outside<br><br>Let's go<br>Uh, I'm outside lookin in<br>I could feel it through the wind<br>From the streets' shore<br>I could see the shark's fin<br>They ain't eat nuttin in a week<br>And they hunger is the reason why the blood drips on the concrete<br>So run your juice<br>Pit bulls drew<br>They gon shoot you in the head so what good is your bullet proof<br>Unless your bullet proof-la what's your affiliation<br>You just a rat handin out information<br>You wanna run and said clef took my paper<br>Clef ain't take your paper<br>Clef is just a narrator<br>Think I'm a singer<br>I'ma have you call a operator<br>911 now you breavin through a respiratior<br>All dat gun-clappin yappin meet me outside<br>You never seen a ghost until you seen the other side<br>So think before you speak or blood is go leak<br>You shouldn't have no problems understandin<br>I ain't speakin greek<br><br>I need a hundred grand<br>And I ain't talkin bout no candy bar<br>Take over your strip like it's candahar<br>You gonna see so much red you think your man on mars<br>That concrete that's under your feet gon land on hard<br>I got gooms that stand on guard<br>Post up waitin wit the toaster<br>Hit you from close up<br>Bare face<br>No black mask<br>No silencers<br>On the burners everybody hear da gat blast<br>Bodies found chopped up in black bags inside incenerators<br>I got power like generators<br>Slugs wit names on it<br>The message I send to haters<br>In my hood I'm know as a menace to neighbors<br>Me and my men for paper<br>We don't fear the morgue<br>Only thing we afraid of is we scared to starve<br>You can't stop the shine<br>Play a black cloud in my dollar signs and be a victim of a violent crime<br>For real<br><br>The flows is death defyin<br>Act real and ya neck be flyin<br>Brains and guts like I was savin private ryan<br>Test the iron<br>And I show you a wall, cat<br>That's filled wit bodies<br>See where your balls at, if you all dat<br>And I show a wall, cat, that's filled wit bodies<br>And yours could be the next<br>Number 19, erased out the projects<br>I progress everyday I'm livin this life<br>I won't stop till I'm buried, dog<br>I'm livin it right<br>Just gimme the price and I'm willin to take a chance<br>I keep it ass hard<br>Cause this sh¡ª in my pants<br>And if you wanna dance you need to jump to these lyrics<br>You feelin the physical form as well as the spirit<br>Don't try to compare it<br>Just listen and love to hear it<br>And if it's fire you know not to come near it<br>I keep it flame broil enough to make your brains boil<br>Put you in a stash where nobody could say they saw you<br><br>Check, g.o.d. put it down like it's burnin hot<br>Execute you on the spot no warnin shot<br>Comin timothy mcvay I burn down your block<br>First I kick in your door cause in war we don't knock<br>I got no competition<br>Only man that could see me is the man in the mirror<br>Keep wishin<br>Keep fishin<br>Get a hundred and fifty stitches<br>Your last rights<br>Last meal<br>Last wishes<br>This is summin for the mix shows<br>They call me most honorable, most knowledgeable<br>Toast bottles in blue<br>The hydropronic goose<br>I spit ten words blow you to molecules<br>I'm under your skin cells and your hair follicles<br>It's the jewel<br>Whatever I could see I could be<br>I saw hip-hop became a mc<br>Then I saw the streets became a og<br>Then I learn to see myself became g.o.d.<br><br>We get them packs off often<br>I'm on da block where it's scorchin<br>The life that I live'll make you nauseous<br>Most of our n¡ªgs see a coffin<br>Most of our ¨cish see abortions<br>Of course we are lost in the circle of karma<br>This is summin for the mix shows<br>Where you and your mama, grandmama, and great-grandmama live out the same drama<br>Where you and your father, father's fathers, great and fore fathers felt horror like no tomorrow<br>I'm from united snakes, the country of crime<br>The city look ¨cish they changed the skyline<br>And it's us against swine and they loosin they mind<br>In the van with my grind<br>And thirst to gimme time<br>I'ma ball or get signed or bang and take mine<br>My design's undefined<br>I'm clearly one of a kind<br>It's best you realize only the fittest survive<br>For cowards it's suicide so don't come outside<br><br>You don't wanna come outside<br>Masquerade<br>Its blaques outside<br>Fam and prolific, we all outside<br>So you don't wanna come outside<br>Refugee<br><br>Ay, yo we gon send this out for every street dj that ain't getting no real radio airplay<br>You know I mean<br>That's comin on the radio at one o'clock in da mornin<br>That got da streets on lock<br><br>This generation!