[Wyclef] 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...
[Wyclef - Hook - 2x] 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
[Wyclef - Verse One] 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
[Pre-chorus] 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
[Hook - 1x]
[Wyclef - Verse Two]
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?' 'B.S.!, 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!
[Pre-Chorus] 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!!!
[Hook]
I'm out! Wyclef Jean, CNN...CNN...CNN! (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...
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