Wyclef Jean - Streets Pronounce Me Dead lyrics

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 ca**ettes, 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 k**a, 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 j**els Only to find out on memorial dey f**in' 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