The Mix Show Lyrics
| Song | The Mix Show |
| Artist | Wyclef Jean |
| Album | Masquerade |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Alfonso, Duplesses, Jean ... | |
| 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, G.O.D. 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 G.O.D. | |
| 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″gs see a coffin | |
| Most of our 每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 每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! |
| zuo ci : Alfonso, Duplesses, Jean ... | |
| 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 proofla 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 gunclappin 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, G. O. D. 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 hiphop became a MC | |
| Then I saw the streets became a OG | |
| Then I learn to see myself became G. O. D. | |
| 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 gs see a coffin | |
| Most of our mei 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 greatgrandmama 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 mei 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! |
| zuò cí : Alfonso, Duplesses, Jean ... | |
| 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 proofla 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 gunclappin 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, G. O. D. 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 hiphop became a MC | |
| Then I saw the streets became a OG | |
| Then I learn to see myself became G. O. D. | |
| 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 gs see a coffin | |
| Most of our měi 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 greatgrandmama 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 měi 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! |
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