Wyclef Jean feat. Canibus Manhunt. . [Wyclef]. Yo the Brooklyn Bridge is gonna collapse y'know?. Yo this Wyclef Jean and the ReFugee All-Stars up in here. Yo what's this I hear about the police in Brooklyn?. Turn this jam up yo yo. This the type of jam that be getting no airplay. I want the whole world to hear this joint right here yo. This the type of jam that be getting no airplay. You asked for it buddy here it comes. 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. [repeat 2X:] first time "ah"; second time "once I leave the pen". 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 gotta leave the gat. Two straps a total of sixteen caps. Say something positive? No positivity. More positivity more positivity brutality. Thugs get angry the violence increase. You want peace make Wyclef chief of police. Riding through the hood it's the same ol story. It's either you play ball or you drug dealy dealy. Standin on the block when the spot get hot. Guaranteed to get set up by a crooked cop. So I'm sittin back rhymin on instrumentals. Anything I touch it turns monumental. Me and Jerry Wonder we keep it credible. for the streets at the same time we gotta eat. When we commercialize it's to enterprise. We guarantee 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 shootin at our bulletproof Bentley. Yo this the type of jam that be getting no airplay. The Brooklyn Bridge about to collapse apocalypse. This the type of jam that be getting no airplay. The ghettoes are fed up we got the arms in the air. 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. [Manhunt]. Yo bust this. Forty caliber seventeen through your character. Waterworld's world underwater Sub Mariner. Derringer twenty-two one in the challenger. Seven four-eight 23rd on the calender. My word verses burst raps you rap nervous. It's worthless you get smashed up on the surface. Projectile my forty-four style blood on silver. The red ripper fill up the resevoir nigga. Armageddeon you smack dead on a world crisis. The nicest for sixteen bars of preciseness. [Wyclef]. One two watch out for the man in blue. Three four I keep it raw and hardcore. Five six you're sticking me with nightsticks. Seven eight I'm forced to call Canibus. Nine ten you put me in a pen; if I could. do it all again I'd probably bust your whole chin. [Canibus]. You got a gat nigga use it go 'head pull it. Scientists got raw footage of me dodgin bullets. I walk the streets with heat three biscuits. Outnumberin niggaz twin glocks with triplets. When I spit shit I lace it you get punched in face with. puncutations of five-knuckle phrases. I assure you the vocalist standin before you. will destroy you with temperatures hot enough to flamebroil you. My tongue moves much faster than yours do. Every three thousand styles I change my voiceboxes oil. Embarass you in front of your crew to annoy you. If you know some chicks that suck a good dick then I'll employ you. To this hip-hop shit Canibus stays loyal. That's why every Killuminati I battle somebody for you. I'm warnin you me versus you I hurt you. My balance enables me to squaredance in a circle. Your head'll spin so fast you'll catch whiplash. I practice lyrical witchcraft on your bitch ass. Make your hard drive crash to C colon backslash (C:/). Go back to the roots and reprogram your wack ass nigga. [Wyclef]. One two watch out for the man in blue. Three four I keep it raw and hardcore. Five six you're sticking 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 whole chin. Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at? (right here right here). A-ight? New Jersey in the house.... The people versus gestapo what what. Yo there'll be no sequel to this revolution. There will be no sequel to this revolution. The people versus gestapo. There'll be no sequel to this revolution what what