Wyclef Jean - Men In Blue (No Airplay) lyrics

Yo, the Brooklyn Bridge is
Going to collapse yo
Yo, this is Wyclef Jean the
Refugee Allstars up in here
The CNN for the world
Yo what's this I here about
The police in Brooklyn? Turn this jam up yo
Yo this is the type of jam
That be getting No Airplay
I want the whole world to
Hear this joint right here (apocalypse baby)
Yo this is the type of jam
That be getting No Airplay
You asked for it buddy, here it comes

One, two watch out for the man in blue
Three, four I keep it raw and hardcore
Five, six you're beating us with nightsticks
Seven, eight I'm forced to
Pack a thirty-eight
Nine, ten you put me in a pen
If I could do it all again
I'd probably bust your chin

I'm from a land of black bats
Alley rats and cats
Scratch up my car, set me up for the carjack
Under pressure, I've got a legal gat
Two straps, a total of sixteen caps
Say something positive? More positivity
More positivity, more police brutality
Thugs get angry, the violence increase
You want peace, make Wyclef chief of police
Riding through the hood it's
The same old story it's either you play ball
Or you drug dealy-dealy
Standing on the block when the spot gets hot
Guaranteed to get set up, by a crooked cop
So I'm sittin back, rhyming on instrumentals
Anything I touch, it turns monumental
Me and Jerry Wonder
We keep it credible for the streets
At the same time we've gotta eat
When we commercialize it's to enterprise
We're guaranteed to sell a hundred
Mil before we die
But Jerry is broke, that's the situation
Nine-seven, it's like no more eviction
No more war milk, no more government cheese
Police keep on shooting at
Our bulletproof Bentleys

Yo this is the type of jam
That be getting No Airplay
The Brooklyn Bridge is about to collapse
Apocalypse this the type of jam that
Be getting No Airplay the ghetto is fed up
We got the arms in the air

Hey yo, back on Earth
The party's still at the Tunnel
On the West side of the river
What man quiver
Rats get fed to the alligator
Gun blasts equivalent to the
Bombs in Pearl Harbor
Rescue choppers, Brooklyn turned to Hiroshima
I'm driving to Jersey to escape the terror
I was on the highway pushing a black Viper
A car pulls up, is he a jack or a sniper?
A blue Range Rover, he says pull over
I didn't know he was a DT undercover
I screamed out my lungs
'This is discrimination! What's the charge?'
He said, 'You just robbed a gas station'
'Who me? Not me! It couldn't be
I was at the Grammy's with L-Boogie
Didn't you see me on TV?'
'BS!, you're all in the same gang'
He ran me off the road
Like he was Roscoe Pe-col trane
I stayed calm, gave him a hell of a show
Cause if it's ever time to go
All I gotta press is turbo
Heard him on his walkie
Road block on 280 West
Things got serious, that's when I bust a left
U Turn, my tires burn, my concern
Was the truck
Comin head-on collision waited a second
Changed position
Close one heh, I almost went up in a blaze
Running from what appeared to be a masquerade
You know the story, it's the same old math
In Brooklyn
Police put a plunger up a man's ass!

This is the type of jam
That be getting No Airplay
The Brooklyn Bridge will collapse son!
This is the type of kam
That be getting No Airplay
Police brutality needs to stop!

I'm out! Wyclef Jean, CNNcnNcnN!
(Where Brooklyn at?! Where Brooklyn at?)
Can't forget Jersey though baby!
Police brutality is all around
The whole world
We really need to chill all of that out