Intro: wyclef jean   Pick up your microphones   Pick up your microphones   Chorus: wyclef/pras   How many mics do we rip on the daily   Say, me say many money say me say many many many   How many mics do we rip on the daily   Many money say me say many many many   Verse one: lauryn hill   I get mad frustrated when I rhyme   Thinkin of all them kids that try to do this for all the wrong reasons   Season change mad things rearrange   But it all stays the same like the love doctor strange   I'm tame like the rapper get red like a snapper, when they do that   Got your whole block saying true dat   If only they knew that, it was you who was irregular   Soldier soul for some secular muzac that's whack   Plus you use that, loop, over and over   Claiming that you got a new style, your atempts are futile, oooh child   Your puerile, brain waves are sterile   You can't create you just wait to take, my take   Laced with malice, hands get callous, from ripping microphones   From here to dallas go ask alice if you don't believe me   I get innovisions like stevie   See me, a sin from the chalice, like the weed be   Indeed we like kalid mohammed mc's make me vomit   I get controversial, freaky style with no rehearsal   Au contraire mon frere, don't you even go there   Me without a mike is like a beat without a snare   I dare to tear into your ego, we go, way back   Like some ganja and palequo or colecovision   My minds make incisions in your anatomy   And I back this with deuteronomy or leviticus   God made this word, you can't get with this   Sweet like licorice, dangerous like syphillis, yeah   Chorus   Verse two: wyclef jean   I used to be underrated, now I take iron, makes my shit constipated   I'm more concentrated, so on my day off with david sanonburg I play   Golf   Run through crown heights screaming out "mazeltoff!"   Problem with noman before black I'm first hu-man   Appetite to write, like frederick douglass with a slave hand   Street pressure, word to papa I ain't going under   One day I have a label and make deals with tommy mottola   Mama always told me, "your one in a million,   Always watch our back, never tango with haitian-sicilians"   Now I got a record deal, how does it feel?    I'm never gonna survive unless I get crazy like seal   Cause the whole worlds' out a order   So at night the feins dance on grease with john travolta   One got slaughtered as he caught blood from his mouth   The other tried to duck and caught a left with my guinness stout   Brother, brother can't you get this through your head   It's a setup by the feds, their scoping us with their infrareds   Chorus   Verse three: prazwell   Too many mc's not enough mikes, exit your show like I exit the   Turnpike   Dice and dynomite like dolomite, double do's been like I don't dick   Van dyke   Starlight to starbrite the freaks come out at night   Like my man wyclef-"i wear my sunglasses at night"   And my ponage with martial encourage   Squash the squad and hide their bodies under my garage   And when the cops come lookin, I be bookin to brooklyn   Beat the trails broken flipping tokens to hoboken   A clean getaway like alec baldwin   Driving in my fast car playing tracy chapman   Chorus   Many, many money many many many   Many, many money, ha, ha, ha