Texty: Wyclef Jean. Masquerade.

The streets is mad right now
Tell 'em why we mad
Rappers whatever you call yourself
Pack your bags and get out of town

'Cause I'm a strike down on thee with
Great vengeance and furious anger
Those who attempt to poison the hood
I'm a let y'all know the preacher's son is back

Refugee, one time, one time
MOP two time, two time, one time
Bumpy knuckles now the world is in trouble
Come on

Yo, you're number one on the charts
You're a masquerade
Paid for your billboard slots
You're a masquerade
Because the block knows hot
You're a masquerade
You're livin' in a, you're livin' in a
Masquerade

I'm on first, so this ain't a rap verse
It's more like a voodoo curse
So when you die the kids'll throw rocks at ya hearse
'Cause you lie too much, you don't got no gut

At your arm reach is ink
At your headpiece now you pissin' in your briefs
Hold up, we just saw you on your bet and MTV
A public access channel talkin' bout I'm a thug

You're an animal, a cannibal, you even scare hannibal
But when the blackout came no light for your candle
So welcome to the real world where a spade is a spade
And I'm a call it like I see it, you all living in a masquerade

Even though Jacob iced you out wit the baguettes
Money wit no respect that makes you a suspect
So you can't ride through Brownsville
You want peace you better call Churchill
If not, feel Clef when he connects wit M.O.P family
And plays guitar at your eulogy

You wanna claim you run the block
You're a masquerade
Givin' information to the cops
You're a masquerade
I mean you never seen a rock
You're livin' in a, you're livin' in a masquerade
Masquerade

Now the grimy lil' bastards line up
Time's up, I'm up
They say we dem dance to show you how to get it crunk
I'm still plottin' wit Fox today I do it with Clef whoever
We throw mack and that's to the death bless royalty
You youngster's better get back before
You get a set back and get clapped
That's it and that's that Clef

Hold that take all that and fall back
I kick too much ass kick ass
To rock jewels, rock Prada
Fuck Gucci shoes, Timbs mo hotta

We still grip arms Brook norm bound shit
The streets don't want that watered down shit
Fam, we clear the whole stage
You don't wanna ride wit us we got road rage

Now I'm a let my hood tell you
You're a masquerade
I bet you feedin' the dogs
You're a masquerade
I thought we still and we rob
You're a masquerade
You're livin' in a
You're livin' in a masquerade

I'm hittin' sixteen bars
A murder, real murder, baby
This ain't a facade
Niggas pumpin' they fist like they punchin' at God
Over ten years rippin' MC I bring it hard
Don't make me split yo chest and pull yo card

R and B singer the greatest and now barred
'Cause he been feelin' on booties of too young cuties
Got mo bombs left
You punk niggas, we used to shake your pumpy hands
You'll have no arms left, you ain't a pimp
You ain't a mack, you keep bitches in the house all day

I keep em on the track
Drinkin' cocoa and wearin' long mink coats black
Hit 'em twelve inch stilettos, tappin' through the ghetto
I can see it in your eyes

Little niggas you ain't a part of shakin' niggas hand
Shakin' niggas heart, I keep the underground in shape
It never be soft, you wanna make it like them
Fat naked bitches turnin' me off

Now I'm a let my hood tell you
You're a masquerade
I bet you feedin' the dogs
You're a masquerade
I thought we still and we rob
You're a masquerade
You're livin' in a, you're livin' in a
Masquerade

Neary paneary won't you take 'em to the Middle East