The Score

Look into the rhyme

Rum to the ripple

Single

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 you're 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

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 R MC'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

It’s time to settle the score!

Imma 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

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

I creep like a theif, no doubt the man's swift

I'm more magnificent than Lee Van Cleef

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

Born to write, analytical conceptions

With precision and leave lyrical incisions