[Intro: Wyclef Jean]
Have you ever worn the mask? Yeah
One-two, one-two
[Chorus: Wyclef Jean, Lauryn Hill & Both]
M to the A to the S to the K
Put the mask 'pon me face just to make the next day
Feds be hawking me, jokers be stalking me
I walk the streets and camouflage my identity
My posse in the Brooklyn wear the mask
My crew in the Jersey wear the mask
Stick up kids doing boogie woogie wear the mask
Yeah, everybody wear the mask, but how long will it last? (Yo, yo)
[Verse 1: Wyclef Jean]
I used to work at Burger King, a king taking orders
Punching my clock, now I'm wanted by the manager
Souping me up, saying, "You're a good worker
How would you like a quarter raise, move up to the register?
Large in charge, but ya gotta be a spy
Come back and tell me who's bagging my fries
Gettin' high on company time"
Hell no, siree, wrong MC (Wrong MC)
Why should I be a spy when you're spying me?
And you see what ya thought ya saw but never seen (Bing)
Ya missed ya last move, checkmate, crown me king
Pulled my .22, pistol-whipped him in his face
Hired, now I'm fired, sober, now I'm wired
Eyes pitch red but the beat bop my head
Hit the streets for relief, I bumped into feds (Oh my God)
I got kidnapped, they took me to D.C
Had me workin' underground, building missiles for World War III
Have you ever worn the mask? Yeah
One-two, one-two
[Chorus: Wyclef Jean, Lauryn Hill & Both]
M to the A to the S to the K
Put the mask 'pon me face just to make the next day
Feds be hawking me, jokers be stalking me
I walk the streets and camouflage my identity
My posse in the Brooklyn wear the mask
My crew in the Jersey wear the mask
Stick up kids doing boogie woogie wear the mask
Yeah, everybody wear the mask, but how long will it last? (Yo, yo)
[Verse 1: Wyclef Jean]
I used to work at Burger King, a king taking orders
Punching my clock, now I'm wanted by the manager
Souping me up, saying, "You're a good worker
How would you like a quarter raise, move up to the register?
Large in charge, but ya gotta be a spy
Come back and tell me who's bagging my fries
Gettin' high on company time"
Hell no, siree, wrong MC (Wrong MC)
Why should I be a spy when you're spying me?
And you see what ya thought ya saw but never seen (Bing)
Ya missed ya last move, checkmate, crown me king
Pulled my .22, pistol-whipped him in his face
Hired, now I'm fired, sober, now I'm wired
Eyes pitch red but the beat bop my head
Hit the streets for relief, I bumped into feds (Oh my God)
I got kidnapped, they took me to D.C
Had me workin' underground, building missiles for World War III
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