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Intro: Wyclef Jean <br />Pick up your microphones <br />Pick up your microphones <br />Chorus: Wyclef/Pras <br />How many mics do we rip on the daily <br />Say, me say many money say me say many many many <br />How many mics do we rip on the daily <br />Many money say me say many many many <br />Verse One: Lauryn Hill <br />I get mad frustrated when I rhyme <br />Thinkin of all them kids <br />that try to do this for all the wrong reasons <br />Season change mad things rearrange <br />But it all stays the same like the love doctor strange <br />I'm tame like the rapper get red like a snapper, <br />when they do that <br />Got your whole block saying true dat <br />If only they knew that, it was you who was irregular <br />Soldier soul for some secular muzac that's whack <br />Plus you use that, loop, over and over <br />Claiming that you got a new style, <br />your atempts are futile, oooh child <br />Your puerile, brain waves are sterile <br />You can't create you just wait to take, my take <br />Laced with malice, hands get callous, <br />from ripping microphones <br />From here to Dallas go ask Alice if you don't believe me <br />I get innovisions like Stevie <br />See me, a sin from the chalice, like the weed be <br />Indeed we like Kalid Mohammed MC's make me vomit <br />I get controversial, freaky style with no rehearsal <br />Au contraire mon frere, don't you even go there <br />Me without a mike is like a beat without a snare <br />I dare to tear into your ego, we go, way back <br />Like some ganja and palequo or ColecoVision <br />My minds make incisions in your anatomy <br />And I back this with Deuteronomy or Leviticus <br />God made this word, you can't get with this <br />Sweet like licorice, dangerous like syphillis, yeah <br />Chorus <br />Verse Two: Wyclef Jean <br />I used to be underrated, <br />now I take iron, makes my shit constipated <br />I'm more concentrated, <br />so on my day off with David Sanonburg I play golf <br />Run through Crown Heights screaming out "Mazeltoff!" <br />Problem with noman before black I'm first hu-man <br />Appetite to write, like Frederick Douglass with a slave hand <br />Street pressure, word to papa I ain't going under <br />One day I have a label and make deals with Tommy Mottola <br />Mama always told me, "Your one in a million, <br />Always watch our back, never tango with haitian-sicilians" <br />Now I got a record deal, how does it feel? <br />I'm never gonna survive unless I get crazy like Seal <br />Cause the whole worlds' out a order <br />So at night the feins dance on grease with John Travolta <br />One got slaughtered as he caught blood from his mouth <br />The other tried to duck <br />and caught a left with my Guinness stout <br />Brother, brother can't you get this through your head <br />It's a setup by the feds, their scoping us with their infrareds <br />Chorus <br />Verse Three: Prazwell <br />Too many MC's not enough mikes, <br />exit your show like I exit the turnpike <br />Dice and dynomite like Dolomite, <br />double do's been like I don't Dick Van Dyke <br />Starlight to starbrite the freaks come out at night <br />Like my man Wyclef-"I wear my sunglasses at night" <br />And my ponage with martial encourage <br />Squash the squad and hide their bodies under my garage <br />And when the cops come lookin, I be bookin to Brooklyn <br />Beat the trails broken flipping tokens to Hoboken <br />A clean Getaway like Alec Baldwin <br />Driving in my fast car playing Tracy Chapman <br />Chorus <br />Many, many money many many many <br />Many, many money, ha, ha, ha
Letra nueva de la canción
Intro: Wyclef Jean <br />Pick up your microphones <br />Pick up your microphones <br />Chorus: Wyclef/Pras <br />How many mics do we rip on the daily <br />Say, me say many money say me say many many many <br />How many mics do we rip on the daily <br />Many money say me say many many many <br />Verse One: Lauryn Hill <br />I get mad frustrated when I rhyme <br />Thinkin of all them kids <br />that try to do this for all the wrong reasons <br />Season change mad things rearrange <br />But it all stays the same like the love doctor strange <br />I'm tame like the rapper get red like a snapper, <br />when they do that <br />Got your whole block saying true dat <br />If only they knew that, it was you who was irregular <br />Soldier soul for some secular muzac that's whack <br />Plus you use that, loop, over and over <br />Claiming that you got a new style, <br />your atempts are futile, oooh child <br />Your puerile, brain waves are sterile <br />You can't create you just wait to take, my take <br />Laced with malice, hands get callous, <br />from ripping microphones <br />From here to Dallas go ask Alice if you don't believe me <br />I get innovisions like Stevie <br />See me, a sin from the chalice, like the weed be <br />Indeed we like Kalid Mohammed MC's make me vomit <br />I get controversial, freaky style with no rehearsal <br />Au contraire mon frere, don't you even go there <br />Me without a mike is like a beat without a snare <br />I dare to tear into your ego, we go, way back <br />Like some ganja and palequo or ColecoVision <br />My minds make incisions in your anatomy <br />And I back this with Deuteronomy or Leviticus <br />God made this word, you can't get with this <br />Sweet like licorice, dangerous like syphillis, yeah <br />Chorus <br />Verse Two: Wyclef Jean <br />I used to be underrated, <br />now I take iron, makes my shit constipated <br />I'm more concentrated, <br />so on my day off with David Sanonburg I play golf <br />Run through Crown Heights screaming out "Mazeltoff!" <br />Problem with noman before black I'm first hu-man <br />Appetite to write, like Frederick Douglass with a slave hand <br />Street pressure, word to papa I ain't going under <br />One day I have a label and make deals with Tommy Mottola <br />Mama always told me, "Your one in a million, <br />Always watch our back, never tango with haitian-sicilians" <br />Now I got a record deal, how does it feel? <br />I'm never gonna survive unless I get crazy like Seal <br />Cause the whole worlds' out a order <br />So at night the feins dance on grease with John Travolta <br />One got slaughtered as he caught blood from his mouth <br />The other tried to duck <br />and caught a left with my Guinness stout <br />Brother, brother can't you get this through your head <br />It's a setup by the feds, their scoping us with their infrareds <br />Chorus <br />Verse Three: Prazwell <br />Too many MC's not enough mikes, <br />exit your show like I exit the turnpike <br />Dice and dynomite like Dolomite, <br />double do's been like I don't Dick Van Dyke <br />Starlight to starbrite the freaks come out at night <br />Like my man Wyclef-"I wear my sunglasses at night" <br />And my ponage with martial encourage <br />Squash the squad and hide their bodies under my garage <br />And when the cops come lookin, I be bookin to Brooklyn <br />Beat the trails broken flipping tokens to Hoboken <br />A clean Getaway like Alec Baldwin <br />Driving in my fast car playing Tracy Chapman <br />Chorus <br />Many, many money many many many <br />Many, many money, ha, ha, ha
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