Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song No Airplay, artist - Wyclef Jean. Date of issue: 23.06.1997
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
No Airplay |
| Yo the brooklyn bridge is gonna collapse yknow? |
| Yo this wyclef jean and the refugee all-stars up in here |
| Yo whats 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, youre beating us with nightsticks |
| Seven eight, Im forced to pack a thirty-eight |
| Nine ten, you put me in a pen; |
| if I could |
| Do it all again, Id probably bust your chin |
| Im 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, its the same ol story |
| Its 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 Im 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 its to enterprise |
| We guarantee to sell a hundred mil before we die |
| But jerry is broke, thats the situation |
| Nine-seven, its 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, youre beating us with nightsticks |
| Seven eight, Im forced to pack a thirty-eight |
| Nine ten, you put me in a pen; |
| if I could |
| Do it all again, Id probably bust your chin |
| Yo bust this |
| Forty caliber, seventeen through your character |
| Waterworlds 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 |
| Its 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 |
| One two, watch out for the man in blue |
| Three four, I keep it raw and hardcore |
| Five six, youre sticking me with nightsticks |
| Seven eight, Im forced to call canibus |
| Nine ten, you put me in a pen; |
| if I could |
| Do it all again, Id probably bust your whole chin |
| 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 Ill employ you |
| To this hip-hop shit, canibus stays loyal |
| Thats why every killuminati I battle somebody for you |
| Im warnin you, me versus you, I hurt you |
| My balance enables me to squaredance in a circle |
| Your headll spin so fast youll 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 |
| One two, watch out for the man in blue |
| Three four, I keep it raw and hardcore |
| Five six, youre sticking us with nightsticks |
| Seven eight, Im forced to pack a thirty-eight |
| Nine ten, you put me in a pen; |
| if I could |
| Do it all again, Id 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, therell be no sequel to this revolution |
| There will be no sequel to this revolution |
| The people versus gestapo |
| Therell be no sequel to this revolution, what what |