Look into the rhyme   Rum to the ripple   Sing boo   But at times I come in triple   Blaow, blaow put the heater to your head   Now your dead   Wyclef don't give a *beep* if your dead   Raaaaah, raaaah   Let me attack just like the black cat   You in the wrong neighborhood, check the map   Hooo, you've got to go for backup   To do what you gotta do   So you'll be back with France CU   Traitor in your crew is mafo heat   Put the poison in your tea   And kill the toad, But I'll be back with the centipede   I'm on some new technique, drunken bamboo   Awoo hoo a hoo, I'm taking all crews what   Competition, stimulation for the rap man   Losers check your tooters   While I'm suckin' on your girls h******   Don't play macho, while you got the gun   Cause if you got to reload      Wyclef the multi-talented   Average heads can't handle it   I'll bring it to you live   Only if you want it   Me and my guitar go back like the days of the RMC's   (C'mon check out my melody)   The W-Y-C-L-E-F, Wyclef   Through any contest   I'm victorious   Still keep it real, if you will and manifest   Through your skills, not by how many shells you peel      I'm a bring down the ruckus   Play the nutcracker   Rough-neck rednecks make me no bother   Time after time, ask Cyndi Lauper   Boss, you don't want to f**k with my partners   Motion, commotion, what's your proposal   Uphold two-fold, the crew is disposal   Like utensil, false idental   I autograph my lyrics with a number 2 pencil      I'm the L, Won't you pull it   Straight to the head   With the speed of a bullet   Cuttin' jokers off at the meeky-freeky gullet   Lyrical sedative, keep niggas medative   Head rushers I give to creative kids and fiends   Dreams of euphoria   Aurora   To another galaxy   Phallic-sy   Be this microphone, but get lifted   Lyrically I'm gifted   Burn on in without the roach clip (it)   Henders, mind-bender   Pleasure sender   So frequently your nerve endings belong to me   Wrongfully you put me down not receiving the full capacity of my smoke   Wack niggas choke   From the fumes that I emote   Or emit s***   See even I feel the mahogany L   Natural hallucinogen   Turning boys to men again   With estrogen dreams   Release blues, yellows and greens   From Brownsville to Queens      I creep like a theif, no doubt the man's swift   I'm more magnificent than Lee Van Cliff   You stand stiff and got the nerve to let your man riff   (We know where to run)   And start flakin' like dandruff   C'mon son my steelo's tight   Cause by far I'm the best producer on the mic   On the right, analytical conceptions   With precision and leave lyrical incisions