Wyclef Jean - The Mix Show lyrics

We gon send this out for every street DJ
This is somethin for the mix shows mix shows
You don't wanna go outside
Because the thugs are outside
They bustin slugs outside
So you don't wanna go outside let's go
Uh, I'm outside lookin in
I could feel it through the wind
From the streets' shore
I could see the shark's fin
They ain't eat nuttin in a week
And they hunger is the reason why
The blood drips on the concrete
So run your juice pit bulls drew
They gon shoot you in the head so
What good is your bullet proof
Unless your bullet proof la
What's your affiliation
You just a rat handin out information
You wanna run and said Clef took my paper
Clef ain't take your paper


Clef is just a narrator think I'm a singer
I'ma have you call a operator
911 now you breavin through a respiratior
All dat gun-clappin yappin meet me outside
You never seen a ghost until
You seen the other side

So think before you speak or blood is go leak
You shouldn't have no problems understandin
I ain't speakin Greek i need a hundred grand
And I ain't talkin bout no candy bar
Take over your strip like it's Candahar
You gonna see so much red you
Think your man on Mars
That concrete that's under your feet
Gon land on hard
I got gooms that stand on guard
Post up waitin wit the toaster
Hit you from close up bare face
No black mask no silencers
On the burners everybody hear da gat blast
Bodies found chopped up in
Black bags inside incenerators
I got power like generators
Slugs wit names on it
The message I send to haters
In my hood I'm know as a menace to neighbors
Me and my men for paper
We don't fear the morgue
Only thing we afraid of is
We scared to starve you can't stop the shine
Play a black cloud in my dollar signs and
Be a victim of a violent crime for real
The flows is death defyin
Act real and ya neck be flyin

Brains and guts like I was savin private Ryan
Test the iron and I show you a wall, cat
That's filled wit bodies
See where your balls at, if you all dat
And I show a wall, cat
That's filled wit bodies
And yours could be the next
Number 19, erased out the projects
I progress everyday I'm livin this life
I won't stop till I'm buried, dog
I'm livin it right
Just gimme the price and I'm
Willin to take a chance i keep it ass hard
Cause this sh- in my pants
And if you wanna dance you need
To jump to these lyrics
You feelin the physical form as
Well as the spirit don't try to compare it
Just listen and love to hear it
And if it's fire you know not to come near it
I keep it flame broil enough
To make your brains boil
Put you in a stash where nobody
Could say they saw you
Check, GOD put it down like it's burnin hot
Execute you on the spot no warnin shot
Comin Timothy McVay I burn down your block
First I kick in your door cause
In war we don't knock i got no competition
Only man that could see me is
The man in the mirror keep wishin
Keep fishin get a hundred and fifty stitches
Your last rights last meal
Last wishes this is summin for the mix shows
They call me most honorable
Most knowledgeable toast bottles in blue
The hydropronic goose

I spit ten words blow you to molecules
I'm under your skin cells
And your hair follicles it's the jewel
Whatever I could see I could be
I saw Hip-Hop became a MC
Then I saw the streets became a OG
Then I learn to see myself became GOD
We get them packs off often
I'm on da block where it's scorchin
The life that I live'll make you nauseous
Most of our n-ggs see a coffin
Most of our -ish see abortions
Of course we are lost in the circle of Karma
This is summin for the mix shows
Where you and your mama, grandmama
And great-grandmama live out the same drama
Where you and your father, father's fathers
Great and fore fathers felt
Horror like no tomorrow
I'm from United Snakes, the country of crime
The city look -ish they changed the skyline
And it's us against swine and
They loosin they mind
In the van with my grind
And thirst to gimme time

I'ma ball or get signed or bang and take mine
My design's undefined
I'm clearly one of a kind
It's best you realize only
The fittest survive
For cowards it's suicide so
Don't come outside
You don't wanna come outside masquerade
Its Blaques outside
Fam and Prolific, we all outside
So you don't wanna come outside refugee
Ay, yo we gon send this
Out for every street DJ
That ain't getting no real radio airplay
You know I mean that's comin on the radio at
One o'clock in da mornin
That got da streets on lock this generation!