[CLEF]
 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 hooters.
 Don't play macho, while you got the gun
 Cause if you got to reload . . .

 [CLEF]
 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.

 [PRAZ]
 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 fuckk 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

 [LAURYN]
 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 shit
 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

 [DIAMOND-D]
 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