Wyclef Jean - Open Letter Freestyle Lyrics
(Intro)Action Chip told me finish that cheese first boyOkay!Turn up my guitarLadies and gentlemenFirst hip-hop guitaristOh yall gonna learnGoddamnI found my balance againWyclef the general, turn upHip-hop guitarist, stay on my Jimi Hendrix(Verse 1)If Tenor Saw was here he’d sayTicky ticky tock on my golden henShe layin next to this gentlemenSometimes Glock 9, sometimes mac-10Turn me upWhenever she lay, she sing a sweet songCoot coot coot, coot lay lowHey, it’s time to teach ‘em broHey, they got to learn broReal talk Jay, I was with Bill ClintonOn a Air Force One headed down to my islandI’m the one they boarded when they wanted to keep the peaceUnited nations know the gangs would listen to meBrad Pitt, Angelina Jolie brought them out to HaitiThis is before the earthquake’s on your TV’sUsed to go to DC, see Nancy PelosiI spoke in front of congress fighting for my countryBut once I decided that I’mma run for presidentMy whole life changed in a split secondNow I understand the hidden outlaw on the dollarThey never let a nigga that had a powerIn the final hour I’m with Wolf Blitzer on CNNThen felt my constitution got twisted with Sean’s pennEven my bandmate said I wasn’t fitBut I can see the future, NostradamusThey took me out the race said I had no residentBut I’m so powerful I made my man the presidentLost 20 mill when I decided to runBut I’mma make it all back with my next albumWho God bless man no man can curseHow worse can it get, man I used to eat dirt…Hip-hop guitaristHip-hop guitarist, stay on my Jimi HendrixYall gon learn(Verse 2)In the hood they used to call meThe baddest with a Venezuelan flow, Hugo ChavezEverything I say know gotta make senseCause I be gone with the windNow I understand the mathematics of the oneWhen they say there’s nothing new under the sunAin’t no illuminati here they just tryna scare you hereCause if we ever join forces we be nuclearI made the labels rich now it’s time to build an empireThen I’mma retire cause even the Pope gets tiredThey call me general, canons hit your wallsTwo kings can’t reign, one gotta fallAnd that’s Rom for you, that’s streets for youEverybody got a set of goons ready to get youAnd them same goons that’s ready to kill for youTwelve disciples, somebody JudasSomebody snitching, giving informationThen it’s immigration, then it’s deportation back on a islandThis is more then a run on sentenceMy raps are true life eventsThe general man I’m back with the infoDid you know a haitian was the founder of Chicago?Jean Baptiste if you wanna Google search up a haitian on the mapAll y’all do is Google earth(Verse)From Haiti landed on FlatbushFrom Flatbush walk to New JerseyNew Jerusalem, I’m talkin brick cityNot many like me in the semi treatyFrom movin brick in the Brick CityBrick City and the brick city(Outro)…HaitiansApril Showers, goAll hands on deck, refugee republicI stay on my Jimi Hendrix
