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 ni**as 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 ni**as 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