80 Bars Lyrics by Wyclef Jean

80 Bars Lyrics

    [Intro: Wyclef]
    80 bars, 80 scars
    Yo, engineer turn me up, yo

    [Wyclef]
    I started off in the underground
    From mono to stereo, now I'm surround sound
    Blowing through your tubes, leaving holes through your speakers
    Cracking through your tweeters, my frequency's off the meter
    Jam packed arenas from here to Bangkok
    I'm ahead of my time like Jimi Hendrix playing Woodstock
    Me, I'm playing Hoodstock before I had the dreadlocks
    I use to reminisce "Should I do music or sell rocks?"
    Wrote my own props, living in the PJ's
    That's when the Angel came to you and said "It's all a Masquerade"
    Eyes with no faces, speakers with no lace
    I feel that Earth's spinnin, but I'm standin in the same space
    With no trace of what happened last night
    I seen two fiends fighting over a crack pipe
    Now I'm watching TV, my antennae was a close hanger
    Blurry vision, Mister McGee Hunn, David Banner
    Flip the data, the kids was wearin bandanas
    Totin hammers aimin at your medulla oblongata
    Blaow blaow, a young thug with a slim figure
    The romantic type like the movie "Castle Blanca"
    Herbs, sell 'em once, got busted by undercover
    Buyer, my supplier was a Gypsy cab driver
    That's when I realize I need to find a new hustle
    Living in the jungle to get taught became my muscle
    I strive through snake eyes who wanted me crucified
    I thought that I was drowning but I was getting baptized
    Now behold, I heard you sold 20 mill'
    But with no street credibility, your overkill
    You ain't real, talkin bout keep it gangsta
    Phony, if you knew the gangstas sent me to shank you
    Gank you, gank you, tie up your ankles
    And if that ain't enought, I call Henchman's to linch you
    Now, at the funeral, I can see the Priest bless you
    But in the after life, I'ma still touch you
    Knockin on heavens door, your beggin to get in
    That's when the center man greets you with the face of Satan
    Now you look frightened in the belly of the whale
    That's when the warden say "I wanna welcome you to hell"
    Fools, is 5 bucks, get off the phone, times up
    I seen him cut from his head to his nuts
    You wish you wouldn't, wish you couldn't, wish it got to me
    Cause you screamin so loud that a deaf man can hear
    Back to the silence, no more droppin science
    Er'body rappin about diamonds and violence
    And they ain't are's, all they do is charge credit cards
    And when the bill comes, they blame it on the rap stars
    Now how you figure? I ain't rent a car
    I wasn't at the spa, I ain't by the bar
    Now here's a jewel when you get your first record deal
    Don't subject yourself to the mass appeal
    First Class, caviar in the vel'
    In the new S Class with the Jordan wheels
    Remember, the music in the streets like the streets
    You know the cold of the streets, er'body tryin to eat
    The evidence is concrete, I'm tired of the same song
    You take me how, you must be high off heroin
    Sharper than I ever been, this one gon get a 10
    Rappers, I'ma murder y'all with your own medicine
    I move with faith, I never have doubt
    I'm so hungry you will think I'm just coming out
    But I been here before, from "Blun" to "The Score"
    To "The Carnival", Ecleftic World Tour
    I'm causin whores, waitin in the back doors
    They want me to rock they boat and shift they more short
    That's when the Father said "Take me to this lesson"
    They wanna cut your hair like Deliala did Sampson
    I felt that, so I went back to my format
    Raps and backpack, gats for carjacks
    Hats for pussycats, cause Aids, I don't want that
    And for the DJ's, here's something y'all can scratch
    Technique 12, Benito hits the watts
    Hypnotize the crowd, the dance floor is jam packed
    Now sing along like a negro spiritual
    No one got shot tonight, it's a miracle
    What's this I hear, y'all wanna take my spot?
    You got a better chance putting a gorilla in a headlock
    I'm too focused, I can see through your lens
    You ain't a G, just a wanna be, Kingpin said...
    "The next time, y'all wanna pay for protection
    I suggest that you hit up the Haitian Sicilians"

    [Outro]
    80 bars, 80 scars
    80 bars, 80 scars
    80 bars, 80 scars
    80 bars

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