Masquerade
Wyclef Jean feat M.O.P. Bumpy Knuckles and Miri Lyrics
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Tell em why we mad
Rappers whatever you call yourself
Pack ya bags and get out of town
Cause I'ma strike down on thee wit great vengeance and furious anger
Those who attempt to poison da hood
I'ma let why'all know da preacher's son is back
Uh, Refugee, one time, one time
Bumpy knuckles now the world is in trouble
Come on
Yo, you're number one on the charts
You're a masquerade
Paid for your billboard slots
You're a masquerade
Because the block knows hot
You're a masquerade
You're livin in a uh
You're livin in a masquerade
I'm on first
So, this ain't a rap verse
It's more like a voodoo curse
So when you die the kids'll throw rocks at ya hearse
Cause you lie too much
You don't got no gat
At your arm reach is ink
At your headpiece now you pissin in your briefs
Hold up
We just saw you on your BET and MTV, a public access channel
Talkin bout I'ma thug
You're an animal, a canibal, you even scare hannibal
But when the blackout came no light for your candle
So welcome to the real world where a spade is a spade
And I'ma call it like I see it
Ay, why'all living in a masquerade
Even though Jacob iced you out wit the baguettes
Money wit no respect ? that makes you a suspect
So you can't ride through Brownsville
You want peace you better call Churchill
If not, feel Clef when he connects wit M.O.P. family and plays guitar at your eulogy
You want to claim you run da block
You're a masquerade
Givin information to the cops
You're a masquerade
I mean you never seen a rock
You're livin in a uh
You're livin in a masquerade
Masquerade
Now the grimy lil bastards line up
Time's up
I'm up
They say we dem dans to show you how to get it crunk
I'm still plottin wit Fox
Today
I do it wit Clef
Whoever
We throw mack and that's to the death bless royalty
You youngstas better get back before you get a set back and get clapped
That's it and that's that
Clef
Hold that
Take all dat and fall back
I kick too much ass
Kick ass
To rock jewels, rock Prada
F-ck Gucci shoes, Timbs mo hotta
We still grip arms Brook norm bound sh-t
The streets don't want that watered down sh-t
Fam, we clear the whole stage
You don't wannaa ride wit us
We got road rage
Now I'ma let my hood tell you
You're a masquerade
I bet you feedin the dogs
You're a masquerade
I thought we still and we rob
You're a masquerade
You're livin in a uh
You're livin in a masquerade
I'm hittin sixteen bars
A murder, real murder, baby
This ain't a façade
N?gas pumpin they fist like they punchin at gods
Over ten years rippin MC
I bring it hard
Don't make me split yo chest and pull yo card
R&B singer the greatest and now barred
Cause he been feelin on booties of too young cuties
Got mo bombs left
You punk n?gas, we used to shake your pumpy hands
You'll have no arms left
You ain't a pimp
You ain't a mack
You keep be ?ches in the house all day
I keep em on the track
Drinkin cocoa and wearin long mink coats black
Hit em twelve-inch stilettos
Tappin through the ghetto
I can see it in your eyes
Little n?gas you ain't a part of shakin n?gas hand, shakin n?gas heart
I keep the underground in shape
It never be soft
You want to make it like them fat naked be ?ches turnin me off
Now I'ma let my hood tell you
You're a masquerade
I bet you feedin the dogs
You're a masquerade
I thought we still and we rob
You're a masquerade
You're livin in a uh
You're livin in a masquerade
Neary Paneary won't you take em to the Middle East
The song "Masquerade" by Wyclef Jean featuring M.O.P, Bumpy Knuckles, and Miri is a scathing critique of the current state of rap music and the tendency of some artists to put on a façade in order to appeal to mainstream audiences. The lyrics contain a series of lyrics expressing anger and frustration towards many rappers who put out music that does not reflect the reality of their lives while also exploiting African-American culture. Wyclef takes on the role of a preacher's son who vows to strike back against the artists who try to poison the hood with their fake personas.
The song starts with a call to action, asking all rappers who do not represent their communities to pack their bags and leave. Wyclef's lyrics then go on to condemn those who pretend to be something they are not, including those who make it to the top of the charts through paid promotion rather than musical talent. The verses also touch on the idea that artists who claim to be tough and gangster-like, but in reality, are simply masquerading as something they are not.
Overall, "Masquerade" serves as a powerful voice against the disingenuousness of mainstream rap music and a call to action for true artists to stay authentic and rooted to their communities.
Lyrics Β© EMI Music Publishing, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: WYCLEF JEAN, FAREL JEAN, JERRY DUPLESSIS, JERRY LORDAN, JAMEAL GRINNAGE, ERIC MURRAY, JAMES CAMPBELL
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@beexize
Who's still here for this in 2023
@harisparwaiz735
Back in high school. I bought this album just for this track.
@sambanelly4219
Wyclef Jean and Jerry Wonda Production. ππΉπ―
@rodneychassagne7243
This joint is so fire
@sambanelly4219
2020 anyone?!πββοΈπ₯π―ππΉ
@nikkibenson243
this is the real deal.... i am loving it , even in 2017
@NoahLoftier
Even 2019
@mastamenace
Even 2021
@bomborombo48
Even 2022π
@7brickcity
this was tht fire its a shame it only has 5836 views but it shows who utilizes youtube the most