[{"id":23086996,"name":"I Keep On ft. Pharoahe Monch & Pete Rock","trackName":"I Keep On ft. Pharoahe Monch & Pete Rock","artistName":"Apathy","albumName":"Lossless 2010s Singles","duration":210.04,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Pete Rock, this one's for the crew (yeah)\nPete Rock, this one's for the crew\nPete Rock, this one's for the crew (yeah)\nPe- Pete Rock, this one- Rock, this one's for the crew\n\nThe verbal illustrator, nobody's skill is greater\nI'll kill a hater, rip 'em up in a gorilla nature (uh)\nStill a major threat suicide facilitator\nNobody iller or greater of the vanilla flavor (aw yea)\nResurrection of rap, the rehabilitator\nI'll spit a verse that'll hit the earth and drill a crater (come on)\nMiles deep, styles seep into the core\nCompetition want me dead, so I'm sleepin' on the floor (uh)\nThis is deeper than before, creature feature with gore\nDefeat ya like you invited the Grim Reaper to war\nI'm more than vicious (that's right)\nSwear the fuck to god, I be warnin' bitches\nYou get mornin' sickness, you leavin' with abortion stitches\nIt'll take a forklift to lift this organ\nIf this whore could fit it deeper\nin her butt than in the porno business\nWhether you powder sniffers or got a mouth full of Guinness (uh)\nYou better bow to this like I'm livin' on Mount Olympus (yo)\n\nI keep on for the fans of the realness\nThrow up your hands in the air if you feel this\nI keep on to maintain tradition\nThe same, never change as long as they stay listenin'\n\nPete Rock, this one's for the crew (Yeah)\nPete Rock, this one's for the crew (It's like that)\nPete Rock, this one's for the crew\nPete Rock, this one's for the crew\n\nLet me be totally honest\nYou wanna know what made me demonic?\nI made it through Reaganomics for delf... glistenin' (uh)\nWith a pistol to my head listenin' to the Delfonics\nGiuliani shipped men to the pen, felt infinite\nBut I embrace the ballpoint pen to write sentences (yea)\nYou smell me, you understand the scent this is?\nPeep the pen... (uh) man... shhhhip... life sentences (come on)\nPharoahe and Apathy's like a virus, McAfee\nAttackin' your faculty, back to back, decapitatin' you gradually\n(uh huh)\nActually I'm a rappin' fanatic slash mathematician\nWith a chronic lung condition, when I breathe\nYou would never believe he's asthmatic (yea)\nFuck it, I'm stuck inside the 90s, still got Pirelli's\nRocked with 2Pac in the bay, not a lot you can tell me\nCock the snub nose put it in your mouth like Akinyele (yo)\n\nI keep on for the fans of the realness\nThrow up your hands in the air if you feel this\nI keep on to maintain tradition\nThe same never change as long as they stay listenin'\n\nPete Rock, this one's for the crew (uh)\nPete Rock, this one's for the crew (yeah)\nPete Rock, this one's for the crew\nPete Rock, this- Rock- Rock- Rock, this one's for the\n\nFor them bitches backstage pullin' boobs from bras\nThe applause from the fans and the oohs and ahhs (uh)\nFor the morons who think I won't bruise their jaws\nWe got machetes on deck and Freddy Krueger claws (come one, come on)\nBombs strapped and attached to your fuselage\nWe used to rob before this little music job\nFor the Pharaoh fanatics from Philly to France\nFemales with fat asses who fill up their pants (uh, yea)\n\nFrom Philly to France we feelin' it, they fill up their pants\nB-boy stance and chill in it, I'm still in advance\nLyricist that seal it with syllables that kill with a glance (uh)\nWith the Magilla Gorilla glue and the pen when I chant (whoo)\nMilitant... Muhammad, The Thrilla In Manila when I vomit\nA jagged little pill, isn't it ironic? (come on)\nYou little maggot, I'm ill, the Protagonist\nThe bionic Pharoahe Monch - the iconic (yo)\n\nI keep on for the fans of the realness\nThrow up your hands in the air if you feel this\nI keep on to maintain tradition\nThe same never change as long as they stay listenin'\n\nPete Rock, this one's for the crew (yeah)\nPete Rock, this one's for the crew\nPete Rock, this one's for the crew (yeah)\nPete Rock, this one- Rock, this one's for the\n\nApathy, Pharoahe Monch, P-R\nPeace and we out","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: I Keep On ft. Pharoahe Monch & Pete Rock\n  artist: Apathy\n  album: Lossless 2010s Singles\n  duration_ms: 210040\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Pete Rock, this one's for the crew (yeah)\n  Pete Rock, this one's for the crew\n  Pete Rock, this one's for the crew (yeah)\n  Pe- Pete Rock, this one- Rock, this one's for the crew\n\n  The verbal illustrator, nobody's skill is greater\n  I'll kill a hater, rip 'em up in a gorilla nature (uh)\n  Still a major threat suicide facilitator\n  Nobody iller or greater of the vanilla flavor (aw yea)\n  Resurrection of rap, the rehabilitator\n  I'll spit a verse that'll hit the earth and drill a crater (come on)\n  Miles deep, styles seep into the core\n  Competition want me dead, so I'm sleepin' on the floor (uh)\n  This is deeper than before, creature feature with gore\n  Defeat ya like you invited the Grim Reaper to war\n  I'm more than vicious (that's right)\n  Swear the fuck to god, I be warnin' bitches\n  You get mornin' sickness, you leavin' with abortion stitches\n  It'll take a forklift to lift this organ\n  If this whore could fit it deeper\n  in her butt than in the porno business\n  Whether you powder sniffers or got a mouth full of Guinness (uh)\n  You better bow to this like I'm livin' on Mount Olympus (yo)\n\n  I keep on for the fans of the realness\n  Throw up your hands in the air if you feel this\n  I keep on to maintain tradition\n  The same, never change as long as they stay listenin'\n\n  Pete Rock, this one's for the crew (Yeah)\n  Pete Rock, this one's for the crew (It's like that)\n  Pete Rock, this one's for the crew\n  Pete Rock, this one's for the crew\n\n  Let me be totally honest\n  You wanna know what made me demonic?\n  I made it through Reaganomics for delf... glistenin' (uh)\n  With a pistol to my head listenin' to the Delfonics\n  Giuliani shipped men to the pen, felt infinite\n  But I embrace the ballpoint pen to write sentences (yea)\n  You smell me, you understand the scent this is?\n  Peep the pen... (uh) man... shhhhip... life sentences (come on)\n  Pharoahe and Apathy's like a virus, McAfee\n  Attackin' your faculty, back to back, decapitatin' you gradually\n  (uh huh)\n  Actually I'm a rappin' fanatic slash mathematician\n  With a chronic lung condition, when I breathe\n  You would never believe he's asthmatic (yea)\n  Fuck it, I'm stuck inside the 90s, still got Pirelli's\n  Rocked with 2Pac in the bay, not a lot you can tell me\n  Cock the snub nose put it in your mouth like Akinyele (yo)\n\n  I keep on for the fans of the realness\n  Throw up your hands in the air if you feel this\n  I keep on to maintain tradition\n  The same never change as long as they stay listenin'\n\n  Pete Rock, this one's for the crew (uh)\n  Pete Rock, this one's for the crew (yeah)\n  Pete Rock, this one's for the crew\n  Pete Rock, this- Rock- Rock- Rock, this one's for the\n\n  For them bitches backstage pullin' boobs from bras\n  The applause from the fans and the oohs and ahhs (uh)\n  For the morons who think I won't bruise their jaws\n  We got machetes on deck and Freddy Krueger claws (come one, come on)\n  Bombs strapped and attached to your fuselage\n  We used to rob before this little music job\n  For the Pharaoh fanatics from Philly to France\n  Females with fat asses who fill up their pants (uh, yea)\n\n  From Philly to France we feelin' it, they fill up their pants\n  B-boy stance and chill in it, I'm still in advance\n  Lyricist that seal it with syllables that kill with a glance (uh)\n  With the Magilla Gorilla glue and the pen when I chant (whoo)\n  Militant... Muhammad, The Thrilla In Manila when I vomit\n  A jagged little pill, isn't it ironic? (come on)\n  You little maggot, I'm ill, the Protagonist\n  The bionic Pharoahe Monch - the iconic (yo)\n\n  I keep on for the fans of the realness\n  Throw up your hands in the air if you feel this\n  I keep on to maintain tradition\n  The same never change as long as they stay listenin'\n\n  Pete Rock, this one's for the crew (yeah)\n  Pete Rock, this one's for the crew\n  Pete Rock, this one's for the crew (yeah)\n  Pete Rock, this one- Rock, this one's for the\n\n  Apathy, Pharoahe Monch, P-R\n  Peace and we out\n"},{"id":12002555,"name":"I Keep On (feat. Pharoahe Monch & Pete Rock)","trackName":"I Keep On (feat. 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(uh) man... shhhhip... life sentences (come on)\nPharoahe and Apathy's like a virus, McAfee\nAttackin' your faculty, back to back, decapitatin' you gradually\n(uh huh)\nActually I'm a rappin' fanatic slash mathematician\nWith a chronic lung condition, when I breathe\nYou would never believe he's asthmatic (yea)\nFuck it, I'm stuck inside the 90s, still got Pirelli's\nRocked with 2Pac in the bay, not a lot you can tell me\nCock the snub nose put it in your mouth like Akinyele (yo)\n\nI keep on for the fans of the realness\nThrow up your hands in the air if you feel this\nI keep on to maintain tradition\nThe same never change as long as they stay listenin'\n\nPete Rock, this one's for the crew (uh)\nPete Rock, this one's for the crew (yeah)\nPete Rock, this one's for the crew\nPete Rock, this- Rock- Rock- Rock, this one's for the\n\nFor them bitches backstage pullin' boobs from bras\nThe applause from the fans and the oohs and ahhs (uh)\nFor the morons who think I won't bruise their jaws\nWe got machetes on deck and Freddy Krueger claws (come one, come on)\nBombs strapped and attached to your fuselage\nWe used to rob before this little music job\nFor the Pharaoh fanatics from Philly to France\nFemales with fat asses who fill up their pants (uh, yea)\n\nFrom Philly to France we feelin' it, they fill up their pants\nB-boy stance and chill in it, I'm still in advance\nLyricist that seal it with syllables that kill with a glance (uh)\nWith the Magilla Gorilla glue and the pen when I chant (whoo)\nMilitant... Muhammad, The Thrilla In Manila when I vomit\nA jagged little pill, isn't it ironic? (come on)\nYou little maggot, I'm ill, the Protagonist\nThe bionic Pharoahe Monch - the iconic (yo)\n\nI keep on for the fans of the realness\nThrow up your hands in the air if you feel this\nI keep on to maintain tradition\nThe same never change as long as they stay listenin'\n\nPete Rock, this one's for the crew (yeah)\nPete Rock, this one's for the crew\nPete Rock, this one's for the crew (yeah)\nPete Rock, this one- Rock, this one's for the\n\nApathy, Pharoahe Monch, P-R\nPeace and we out","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: I Keep On (feat. 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(uh) man... shhhhip... life sentences (come on)\n  Pharoahe and Apathy's like a virus, McAfee\n  Attackin' your faculty, back to back, decapitatin' you gradually\n  (uh huh)\n  Actually I'm a rappin' fanatic slash mathematician\n  With a chronic lung condition, when I breathe\n  You would never believe he's asthmatic (yea)\n  Fuck it, I'm stuck inside the 90s, still got Pirelli's\n  Rocked with 2Pac in the bay, not a lot you can tell me\n  Cock the snub nose put it in your mouth like Akinyele (yo)\n\n  I keep on for the fans of the realness\n  Throw up your hands in the air if you feel this\n  I keep on to maintain tradition\n  The same never change as long as they stay listenin'\n\n  Pete Rock, this one's for the crew (uh)\n  Pete Rock, this one's for the crew (yeah)\n  Pete Rock, this one's for the crew\n  Pete Rock, this- Rock- Rock- Rock, this one's for the\n\n  For them bitches backstage pullin' boobs from bras\n  The applause from the fans and the oohs and ahhs (uh)\n  For the morons who think I won't bruise their jaws\n  We got machetes on deck and Freddy Krueger claws (come one, come on)\n  Bombs strapped and attached to your fuselage\n  We used to rob before this little music job\n  For the Pharaoh fanatics from Philly to France\n  Females with fat asses who fill up their pants (uh, yea)\n\n  From Philly to France we feelin' it, they fill up their pants\n  B-boy stance and chill in it, I'm still in advance\n  Lyricist that seal it with syllables that kill with a glance (uh)\n  With the Magilla Gorilla glue and the pen when I chant (whoo)\n  Militant... Muhammad, The Thrilla In Manila when I vomit\n  A jagged little pill, isn't it ironic? (come on)\n  You little maggot, I'm ill, the Protagonist\n  The bionic Pharoahe Monch - the iconic (yo)\n\n  I keep on for the fans of the realness\n  Throw up your hands in the air if you feel this\n  I keep on to maintain tradition\n  The same never change as long as they stay listenin'\n\n  Pete Rock, this one's for the crew (yeah)\n  Pete Rock, this one's for the crew\n  Pete Rock, this one's for the crew (yeah)\n  Pete Rock, this one- Rock, this one's for the\n\n  Apathy, Pharoahe Monch, P-R\n  Peace and we out\n"},{"id":36942637,"name":"I Keep On","trackName":"I Keep On","artistName":"Apathy Pharoahe Monch Pete Rock","albumName":"The Widow’s Son","duration":210.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Pete Rock, this one's for the crew (yeah)\nPete Rock, this one's for the crew\nPete Rock, this one's for the crew (yeah)\nPe- Pete Rock, this one- Rock, this one's for the crew\n\nThe verbal illustrator, nobody's skill is greater\nI'll kill a hater, rip 'em up in a gorilla nature (uh)\nStill a major threat suicide facilitator\nNobody iller or greater of the vanilla flavor (aw yea)\nResurrection of rap, the rehabilitator\nI'll spit a verse that'll hit the earth and drill a crater (come on)\nMiles deep, styles seep into the core\nCompetition want me dead, so I'm sleepin' on the floor (uh)\nThis is deeper than before, creature feature with gore\nDefeat ya like you invited the Grim Reaper to war\nI'm more than vicious (that's right)\nSwear the fuck to god, I be warnin' bitches\nYou get mornin' sickness, you leavin' with abortion stitches\nIt'll take a forklift to lift this organ\nIf this whore could fit it deeper\nin her butt than in the porno business\nWhether you powder sniffers or got a mouth full of Guinness (uh)\nYou better bow to this like I'm livin' on Mount Olympus (yo)\n\nI keep on for the fans of the realness\nThrow up your hands in the air if you feel this\nI keep on to maintain tradition\nThe same, never change as long as they stay listenin'\n\nPete Rock, this one's for the crew (Yeah)\nPete Rock, this one's for the crew (It's like that)\nPete Rock, this one's for the crew\nPete Rock, this one's for the crew\n\nLet me be totally honest\nYou wanna know what made me demonic?\nI made it through Reaganomics for delf... glistenin' (uh)\nWith a pistol to my head listenin' to the Delfonics\nGiuliani shipped men to the pen, felt infinite\nBut I embrace the ballpoint pen to write sentences (yea)\nYou smell me, you understand the scent this is?\nPeep the pen... (uh) man... shhhhip... life sentences (come on)\nPharoahe and Apathy's like a virus, McAfee\nAttackin' your faculty, back to back, decapitatin' you gradually\n(uh huh)\nActually I'm a rappin' fanatic slash mathematician\nWith a chronic lung condition, when I breathe\nYou would never believe he's asthmatic (yea)\nFuck it, I'm stuck inside the 90s, still got Pirelli's\nRocked with 2Pac in the bay, not a lot you can tell me\nCock the snub nose put it in your mouth like Akinyele (yo)\n\nI keep on for the fans of the realness\nThrow up your hands in the air if you feel this\nI keep on to maintain tradition\nThe same never change as long as they stay listenin'\n\nPete Rock, this one's for the crew (uh)\nPete Rock, this one's for the crew (yeah)\nPete Rock, this one's for the crew\nPete Rock, this- Rock- Rock- Rock, this one's for the\n\nFor them bitches backstage pullin' boobs from bras\nThe applause from the fans and the oohs and ahhs (uh)\nFor the morons who think I won't bruise their jaws\nWe got machetes on deck and Freddy Krueger claws (come one, come on)\nBombs strapped and attached to your fuselage\nWe used to rob before this little music job\nFor the Pharaoh fanatics from Philly to France\nFemales with fat asses who fill up their pants (uh, yea)\n\nFrom Philly to France we feelin' it, they fill up their pants\nB-boy stance and chill in it, I'm still in advance\nLyricist that seal it with syllables that kill with a glance (uh)\nWith the Magilla Gorilla glue and the pen when I chant (whoo)\nMilitant... Muhammad, The Thrilla In Manila when I vomit\nA jagged little pill, isn't it ironic? (come on)\nYou little maggot, I'm ill, the Protagonist\nThe bionic Pharoahe Monch - the iconic (yo)\n\nI keep on for the fans of the realness\nThrow up your hands in the air if you feel this\nI keep on to maintain tradition\nThe same never change as long as they stay listenin'\n\nPete Rock, this one's for the crew (yeah)\nPete Rock, this one's for the crew\nPete Rock, this one's for the crew (yeah)\nPete Rock, this one- Rock, this one's for the\n\nApathy, Pharoahe Monch, P-R\nPeace and we out","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: I Keep On\n  artist: Apathy Pharoahe Monch Pete Rock\n  album: The Widow’s Son\n  duration_ms: 210000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Pete Rock, this one's for the crew (yeah)\n  Pete Rock, this one's for the crew\n  Pete Rock, this one's for the crew (yeah)\n  Pe- Pete Rock, this one- Rock, this one's for the crew\n\n  The verbal illustrator, nobody's skill is greater\n  I'll kill a hater, rip 'em up in a gorilla nature (uh)\n  Still a major threat suicide facilitator\n  Nobody iller or greater of the vanilla flavor (aw yea)\n  Resurrection of rap, the rehabilitator\n  I'll spit a verse that'll hit the earth and drill a crater (come on)\n  Miles deep, styles seep into the core\n  Competition want me dead, so I'm sleepin' on the floor (uh)\n  This is deeper than before, creature feature with gore\n  Defeat ya like you invited the Grim Reaper to war\n  I'm more than vicious (that's right)\n  Swear the fuck to god, I be warnin' bitches\n  You get mornin' sickness, you leavin' with abortion stitches\n  It'll take a forklift to lift this organ\n  If this whore could fit it deeper\n  in her butt than in the porno business\n  Whether you powder sniffers or got a mouth full of Guinness (uh)\n  You better bow to this like I'm livin' on Mount Olympus (yo)\n\n  I keep on for the fans of the realness\n  Throw up your hands in the air if you feel this\n  I keep on to maintain tradition\n  The same, never change as long as they stay listenin'\n\n  Pete Rock, this one's for the crew (Yeah)\n  Pete Rock, this one's for the crew (It's like that)\n  Pete Rock, this one's for the crew\n  Pete Rock, this one's for the crew\n\n  Let me be totally honest\n  You wanna know what made me demonic?\n  I made it through Reaganomics for delf... glistenin' (uh)\n  With a pistol to my head listenin' to the Delfonics\n  Giuliani shipped men to the pen, felt infinite\n  But I embrace the ballpoint pen to write sentences (yea)\n  You smell me, you understand the scent this is?\n  Peep the pen... (uh) man... shhhhip... life sentences (come on)\n  Pharoahe and Apathy's like a virus, McAfee\n  Attackin' your faculty, back to back, decapitatin' you gradually\n  (uh huh)\n  Actually I'm a rappin' fanatic slash mathematician\n  With a chronic lung condition, when I breathe\n  You would never believe he's asthmatic (yea)\n  Fuck it, I'm stuck inside the 90s, still got Pirelli's\n  Rocked with 2Pac in the bay, not a lot you can tell me\n  Cock the snub nose put it in your mouth like Akinyele (yo)\n\n  I keep on for the fans of the realness\n  Throw up your hands in the air if you feel this\n  I keep on to maintain tradition\n  The same never change as long as they stay listenin'\n\n  Pete Rock, this one's for the crew (uh)\n  Pete Rock, this one's for the crew (yeah)\n  Pete Rock, this one's for the crew\n  Pete Rock, this- Rock- Rock- Rock, this one's for the\n\n  For them bitches backstage pullin' boobs from bras\n  The applause from the fans and the oohs and ahhs (uh)\n  For the morons who think I won't bruise their jaws\n  We got machetes on deck and Freddy Krueger claws (come one, come on)\n  Bombs strapped and attached to your fuselage\n  We used to rob before this little music job\n  For the Pharaoh fanatics from Philly to France\n  Females with fat asses who fill up their pants (uh, yea)\n\n  From Philly to France we feelin' it, they fill up their pants\n  B-boy stance and chill in it, I'm still in advance\n  Lyricist that seal it with syllables that kill with a glance (uh)\n  With the Magilla Gorilla glue and the pen when I chant (whoo)\n  Militant... Muhammad, The Thrilla In Manila when I vomit\n  A jagged little pill, isn't it ironic? (come on)\n  You little maggot, I'm ill, the Protagonist\n  The bionic Pharoahe Monch - the iconic (yo)\n\n  I keep on for the fans of the realness\n  Throw up your hands in the air if you feel this\n  I keep on to maintain tradition\n  The same never change as long as they stay listenin'\n\n  Pete Rock, this one's for the crew (yeah)\n  Pete Rock, this one's for the crew\n  Pete Rock, this one's for the crew (yeah)\n  Pete Rock, this one- Rock, this one's for the\n\n  Apathy, Pharoahe Monch, P-R\n  Peace and we out\n"},{"id":11109219,"name":"I Keep On","trackName":"I Keep On","artistName":"Apathy feat. 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(uh) man... shhhhip... life sentences (come on)\nPharoahe and Apathy's like a virus, McAfee\nAttackin' your faculty, back to back, decapitatin' you gradually\n(uh huh)\nActually I'm a rappin' fanatic slash mathematician\nWith a chronic lung condition, when I breathe\nYou would never believe he's asthmatic (yea)\nFuck it, I'm stuck inside the 90s, still got Pirelli's\nRocked with 2Pac in the bay, not a lot you can tell me\nCock the snub nose put it in your mouth like Akinyele (yo)\n\nI keep on for the fans of the realness\nThrow up your hands in the air if you feel this\nI keep on to maintain tradition\nThe same never change as long as they stay listenin'\n\nPete Rock, this one's for the crew (uh)\nPete Rock, this one's for the crew (yeah)\nPete Rock, this one's for the crew\nPete Rock, this- Rock- Rock- Rock, this one's for the\n\nFor them bitches backstage pullin' boobs from bras\nThe applause from the fans and the oohs and ahhs (uh)\nFor the morons who think I won't bruise their jaws\nWe got machetes on deck and Freddy Krueger claws (come one, come on)\nBombs strapped and attached to your fuselage\nWe used to rob before this little music job\nFor the Pharaoh fanatics from Philly to France\nFemales with fat asses who fill up their pants (uh, yea)\n\nFrom Philly to France we feelin' it, they fill up their pants\nB-boy stance and chill in it, I'm still in advance\nLyricist that seal it with syllables that kill with a glance (uh)\nWith the Magilla Gorilla glue and the pen when I chant (whoo)\nMilitant... Muhammad, The Thrilla In Manila when I vomit\nA jagged little pill, isn't it ironic? (come on)\nYou little maggot, I'm ill, the Protagonist\nThe bionic Pharoahe Monch - the iconic (yo)\n\nI keep on for the fans of the realness\nThrow up your hands in the air if you feel this\nI keep on to maintain tradition\nThe same never change as long as they stay listenin'\n\nPete Rock, this one's for the crew (yeah)\nPete Rock, this one's for the crew\nPete Rock, this one's for the crew (yeah)\nPete Rock, this one- Rock, this one's for the\n\nApathy, Pharoahe Monch, P-R\nPeace and we out","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: I Keep On\n  artist: Apathy feat. 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(uh) man... shhhhip... life sentences (come on)\n  Pharoahe and Apathy's like a virus, McAfee\n  Attackin' your faculty, back to back, decapitatin' you gradually\n  (uh huh)\n  Actually I'm a rappin' fanatic slash mathematician\n  With a chronic lung condition, when I breathe\n  You would never believe he's asthmatic (yea)\n  Fuck it, I'm stuck inside the 90s, still got Pirelli's\n  Rocked with 2Pac in the bay, not a lot you can tell me\n  Cock the snub nose put it in your mouth like Akinyele (yo)\n\n  I keep on for the fans of the realness\n  Throw up your hands in the air if you feel this\n  I keep on to maintain tradition\n  The same never change as long as they stay listenin'\n\n  Pete Rock, this one's for the crew (uh)\n  Pete Rock, this one's for the crew (yeah)\n  Pete Rock, this one's for the crew\n  Pete Rock, this- Rock- Rock- Rock, this one's for the\n\n  For them bitches backstage pullin' boobs from bras\n  The applause from the fans and the oohs and ahhs (uh)\n  For the morons who think I won't bruise their jaws\n  We got machetes on deck and Freddy Krueger claws (come one, come on)\n  Bombs strapped and attached to your fuselage\n  We used to rob before this little music job\n  For the Pharaoh fanatics from Philly to France\n  Females with fat asses who fill up their pants (uh, yea)\n\n  From Philly to France we feelin' it, they fill up their pants\n  B-boy stance and chill in it, I'm still in advance\n  Lyricist that seal it with syllables that kill with a glance (uh)\n  With the Magilla Gorilla glue and the pen when I chant (whoo)\n  Militant... Muhammad, The Thrilla In Manila when I vomit\n  A jagged little pill, isn't it ironic? (come on)\n  You little maggot, I'm ill, the Protagonist\n  The bionic Pharoahe Monch - the iconic (yo)\n\n  I keep on for the fans of the realness\n  Throw up your hands in the air if you feel this\n  I keep on to maintain tradition\n  The same never change as long as they stay listenin'\n\n  Pete Rock, this one's for the crew (yeah)\n  Pete Rock, this one's for the crew\n  Pete Rock, this one's for the crew (yeah)\n  Pete Rock, this one- Rock, this one's for the\n\n  Apathy, Pharoahe Monch, P-R\n  Peace and we out\n"},{"id":10137901,"name":"I Keep On","trackName":"I Keep On","artistName":"Apathy feat. 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(uh) man... shhhhip... life sentences (come on)\nPharoahe and Apathy's like a virus, McAfee\nAttackin' your faculty, back to back, decapitatin' you gradually\n(uh huh)\nActually I'm a rappin' fanatic slash mathematician\nWith a chronic lung condition, when I breathe\nYou would never believe he's asthmatic (yea)\nFuck it, I'm stuck inside the 90s, still got Pirelli's\nRocked with 2Pac in the bay, not a lot you can tell me\nCock the snub nose put it in your mouth like Akinyele (yo)\n\nI keep on for the fans of the realness\nThrow up your hands in the air if you feel this\nI keep on to maintain tradition\nThe same never change as long as they stay listenin'\n\nPete Rock, this one's for the crew (uh)\nPete Rock, this one's for the crew (yeah)\nPete Rock, this one's for the crew\nPete Rock, this- Rock- Rock- Rock, this one's for the\n\nFor them bitches backstage pullin' boobs from bras\nThe applause from the fans and the oohs and ahhs (uh)\nFor the morons who think I won't bruise their jaws\nWe got machetes on deck and Freddy Krueger claws (come one, come on)\nBombs strapped and attached to your fuselage\nWe used to rob before this little music job\nFor the Pharaoh fanatics from Philly to France\nFemales with fat asses who fill up their pants (uh, yea)\n\nFrom Philly to France we feelin' it, they fill up their pants\nB-boy stance and chill in it, I'm still in advance\nLyricist that seal it with syllables that kill with a glance (uh)\nWith the Magilla Gorilla glue and the pen when I chant (whoo)\nMilitant... Muhammad, The Thrilla In Manila when I vomit\nA jagged little pill, isn't it ironic? (come on)\nYou little maggot, I'm ill, the Protagonist\nThe bionic Pharoahe Monch - the iconic (yo)\n\nI keep on for the fans of the realness\nThrow up your hands in the air if you feel this\nI keep on to maintain tradition\nThe same never change as long as they stay listenin'\n\nPete Rock, this one's for the crew (yeah)\nPete Rock, this one's for the crew\nPete Rock, this one's for the crew (yeah)\nPete Rock, this one- Rock, this one's for the\n\nApathy, Pharoahe Monch, P-R\nPeace and we out","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: I Keep On\n  artist: Apathy feat. Pharoahe Monch & Pete Rock\n  album: The Widow’s Son\n  duration_ms: 210000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Pete Rock, this one's for the crew (yeah)\n  Pete Rock, this one's for the crew\n  Pete Rock, this one's for the crew (yeah)\n  Pe- Pete Rock, this one- Rock, this one's for the crew\n\n  The verbal illustrator, nobody's skill is greater\n  I'll kill a hater, rip 'em up in a gorilla nature (uh)\n  Still a major threat suicide facilitator\n  Nobody iller or greater of the vanilla flavor (aw yea)\n  Resurrection of rap, the rehabilitator\n  I'll spit a verse that'll hit the earth and drill a crater (come on)\n  Miles deep, styles seep into the core\n  Competition want me dead, so I'm sleepin' on the floor (uh)\n  This is deeper than before, creature feature with gore\n  Defeat ya like you invited the Grim Reaper to war\n  I'm more than vicious (that's right)\n  Swear the fuck to god, I be warnin' bitches\n  You get mornin' sickness, you leavin' with abortion stitches\n  It'll take a forklift to lift this organ\n  If this whore could fit it deeper\n  in her butt than in the porno business\n  Whether you powder sniffers or got a mouth full of Guinness (uh)\n  You better bow to this like I'm livin' on Mount Olympus (yo)\n\n  I keep on for the fans of the realness\n  Throw up your hands in the air if you feel this\n  I keep on to maintain tradition\n  The same, never change as long as they stay listenin'\n\n  Pete Rock, this one's for the crew (Yeah)\n  Pete Rock, this one's for the crew (It's like that)\n  Pete Rock, this one's for the crew\n  Pete Rock, this one's for the crew\n\n  Let me be totally honest\n  You wanna know what made me demonic?\n  I made it through Reaganomics for delf... glistenin' (uh)\n  With a pistol to my head listenin' to the Delfonics\n  Giuliani shipped men to the pen, felt infinite\n  But I embrace the ballpoint pen to write sentences (yea)\n  You smell me, you understand the scent this is?\n  Peep the pen... (uh) man... shhhhip... life sentences (come on)\n  Pharoahe and Apathy's like a virus, McAfee\n  Attackin' your faculty, back to back, decapitatin' you gradually\n  (uh huh)\n  Actually I'm a rappin' fanatic slash mathematician\n  With a chronic lung condition, when I breathe\n  You would never believe he's asthmatic (yea)\n  Fuck it, I'm stuck inside the 90s, still got Pirelli's\n  Rocked with 2Pac in the bay, not a lot you can tell me\n  Cock the snub nose put it in your mouth like Akinyele (yo)\n\n  I keep on for the fans of the realness\n  Throw up your hands in the air if you feel this\n  I keep on to maintain tradition\n  The same never change as long as they stay listenin'\n\n  Pete Rock, this one's for the crew (uh)\n  Pete Rock, this one's for the crew (yeah)\n  Pete Rock, this one's for the crew\n  Pete Rock, this- Rock- Rock- Rock, this one's for the\n\n  For them bitches backstage pullin' boobs from bras\n  The applause from the fans and the oohs and ahhs (uh)\n  For the morons who think I won't bruise their jaws\n  We got machetes on deck and Freddy Krueger claws (come one, come on)\n  Bombs strapped and attached to your fuselage\n  We used to rob before this little music job\n  For the Pharaoh fanatics from Philly to France\n  Females with fat asses who fill up their pants (uh, yea)\n\n  From Philly to France we feelin' it, they fill up their pants\n  B-boy stance and chill in it, I'm still in advance\n  Lyricist that seal it with syllables that kill with a glance (uh)\n  With the Magilla Gorilla glue and the pen when I chant (whoo)\n  Militant... Muhammad, The Thrilla In Manila when I vomit\n  A jagged little pill, isn't it ironic? (come on)\n  You little maggot, I'm ill, the Protagonist\n  The bionic Pharoahe Monch - the iconic (yo)\n\n  I keep on for the fans of the realness\n  Throw up your hands in the air if you feel this\n  I keep on to maintain tradition\n  The same never change as long as they stay listenin'\n\n  Pete Rock, this one's for the crew (yeah)\n  Pete Rock, this one's for the crew\n  Pete Rock, this one's for the crew (yeah)\n  Pete Rock, this one- Rock, this one's for the\n\n  Apathy, Pharoahe Monch, P-R\n  Peace and we out\n"}]