Wyclef Jean - 80 Bars Lyrics
[intro: wyclef]80 bars, 80 scarsYo, engineer turn me up, yo[wyclef]I started off in the undergroundFrom mono to stereo, now Im surround soundBlowing through your tubes, leaving holes through your speakersCracking through your tweeters, my frequencys off the meterJam packed arenas from here to bangkokIm ahead of my time like jimi hendrix playing woodstockMe, Im playing hoodstock before I had the dreadlocksI use to reminisce should I do music or sell rocks?Wrote my own props, living in the pjsThats when the angel came to you and said its all a masqueradeEyes with no faces, speakers with no laceI feel that earths spinnin, but Im standin in the same spaceWith no trace of what happened last nightI seen two fiends fighting over a crack pipeNow Im watching tv, my antennae was a close hangerBlurry vision, mister mcgee hunn, david bannerFlip the data, the kids was wearin bandanasTotin hammers aimin at your medulla oblongataBlaow blaow, a young thug with a slim figureThe romantic type like the movie castle blancaHerbs, sell em once, got busted by undercoverBuyer, my supplier was a gypsy cab driverThats when I realize I need to find a new hustleLiving in the jungle to get taught became my muscleI strive through snake eyes who wanted me crucifiedI thought that I was drowning but I was getting baptizedNow behold, I heard you sold 20 millBut with no street credibility, your overkillYou aint real, talkin bout keep it gangstaPhony, if you knew the gangstas sent me to shank youGank you, gank you, tie up your anklesAnd if that aint enought, I call henchmans to linch youNow, at the funeral, I can see the priest bless youBut in the after life, ima still touch youKnockin on heavens door, your beggin to get inThats when the center man greets you with the face of satanNow you look frightened in the belly of the whaleThats when the warden say I wanna welcome you to hellFools, is 5 bucks, get off the phone, times upI seen him cut from his head to his nutsYou wish you wouldnt, wish you couldnt, wish it got to meCause you screamin so loud that a deaf man can hearBack to the silence, no more droppin scienceErbody rappin about diamonds and violenceAnd they aint ares, all they do is charge credit cardsAnd when the bill comes, they blame it on the rap starsNow how you figure? I aint rent a carI wasnt at the spa, I aint by the barNow heres a jewel when you get your first record dealDont subject yourself to the mass appealFirst class, caviar in the velIn the new s class with the jordan wheelsRemember, the music in the streets like the streetsYou know the cold of the streets, erbody tryin to eatThe evidence is concrete, Im tired of the same songYou take me how, you must be high off heroinSharper than I ever been, this one gon get a 10Rappers, ima murder yall with your own medicineI move with faith, I never have doubtIm so hungry you will think Im just coming outBut I been here before, from blun to the scoreTo the carnival, ecleftic world tourIm causin whores, waitin in the back doorsThey want me to rock they boat and shift they more shortThats when the father said take me to this lessonThey wanna cut your hair like deliala did sampsonI felt that, so I went back to my formatRaps and backpack, gats for carjacksHats for *****cats, cause aids, I dont want thatAnd for the djs, heres something yall can scratchTechnique 12, benito hits the wattsHypnotize the crowd, the dance floor is jam packedNow sing along like a negro spiritualNo one got shot tonight, its a miracleWhats this I hear, yall wanna take my spot?You got a better chance putting a gorilla in a headlockIm too focused, I can see through your lensYou aint a g, just a wanna be, kingpin said...The next time, yall wanna pay for protectionI suggest that you hit up the haitian sicilians[outro]80 bars, 80 scars80 bars, 80 scars80 bars, 80 scars80 bars
