The Streets Pronounce Me Dead - Wyclef Jean

The return of the hip hop ammadeus

Wyclef Toussaint St. Jean drama

Streets pronounce me dead

Streets pronounce me dead

Streets pronounce me dead

Streets pronounce me dead

Streets pronounce me dead

Streets pronounce me dead

I tell 'em I’m alive but rumor says I’m dead

The resurrection of the dead, I could never get

And if I ever die, all I do is ride

The streets pronounce me dead

Puttin' two holes in my head

At the funeral, I had more friends than the grateful dead

Haters started talkin' sayin' I went left

Akon took my spot, will.i.am took my vest

Started beatin' on the coffin 'cause I could hear the crowd

But they can’t hear me 'cause Lil' Jon’s preachin' too loud

That’s when the bishop said last words for friends and family

Then the fans stood up and said y’all forgot the Fugees

Fifty million records sold straight from the basement

How y’all gon' tell me Wyclef is irrelevant

A rapper stood up and said, yup I got amnesia

Last time I remember him was Gone 'til November

He said I don’t spit no more, all I do is sing songs

Last time he felt me was when I rhymed with Big Pun

That’s right get the hate off ya chest

You a rap con artist, not a Kanye West

(I ain’t dead)

Streets pronounce me dead

Streets pronounce me dead

Streets pronounce me dead

Streets pronounce me dead

Streets pronounce me dead

Streets pronounce me dead

I tell 'em I’m alive but rumor says I’m dead

The resurrection of the dead, I could never get

And if I ever die, all I do is ride

I mean the streets say it’s been a while since they heard me spit

That I spit so hard, my ghostwriter must be cannabis

But far permit, this is how I started

But my battle raps couldn’t get me groceries from the super market

So I found another target to aim at

I went from food stamps to the black a mac’s

Eight track cassettes, the CD’s, the iPod’s

Bmx bixes, the hoopdies, the hot rods

And my swag come from Nazareth

How you gon' say I’m dead when I rose like Lazareth

And this ain’t mystic, I ain’t talkin' voodoo

We do carry spears like the Zulu’s

So watch your mouth boy, I ain’t dead

Fo' the city gon' turn red, blood will shed

So before you speak boy watch your tone

Fo' my chrome gon' turn you to a statue of stone

(I ain’t dead)

Streets pronounce me dead

Streets pronounce me dead

Streets pronounce me dead

Streets pronounce me dead

Streets pronounce me dead

Streets pronounce me dead

I tell 'em I’m alive but rumor says I’m dead

The resurrection of the dead, I could never get

And if I ever die, all I do is ride

They all got shocked when I rose from the coffin

Dust my self off then headed out to new Jerusalem

Destroyed and rebuilt, my voice sound like silk

Audio tune like milk, I used to shop lift with no guilt

And Christmas time toy guns the size of elves

I seen the ra-ta-ta-ta turn into the real shells

Yup killa, you press ya luck

Went to sleep in the pond, woke up with the ducks

And this ain’t gangsta talk, I don’t talk the talk

I suggest you walk or get outlined in chalk

And you ain’t from the street

But yet you walk the streets

You a C, O, P, a cop walkin' the beat

But the rule on the streets they could turn on you

Like a pit bull after givin' him food

Or the girl that you bought all the cars and the jewels

Only to find out on memorial dey fuckin' in the swimmin' pool

(I ain’t dead)

Streets pronounce me dead

Streets pronounce me dead

Streets pronounce me dead

Streets pronounce me dead

Streets pronounce me dead

Streets pronounce me dead

I tell 'em I’m alive but rumor says I’m dead

The resurrection of the dead, I could never get

And if I ever die, all I do is ride

Yea

Warriors music

Drama

From the hut, to the projects, to the mansions

So y’all know you, y’all ain’t got no excuses

I’m alive

Wyclef aka Toussaint St Jean