[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