[{"id":23538671,"name":"Yall Ain't Good Enough","trackName":"Yall Ain't Good Enough","artistName":"Apathy","albumName":"Meet the Monster Vol 1","duration":243.724625,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(*Prod. by Curt Cazal)\n[** feat. Celph Titled:]\n[** Disc 1:]\n\n[Intro: ~Apathy~ {Celph Titled}]\nYa see...(What's cracka-latin'?)*\nThere's one thing you need to understand (And what's that?)\nDemigodz (Uh-huh)...are the most prestigious (Oh, no question)\nWhen Apathy approaches the throne (Word up, yeah)\nAll hail Caesar (You heard?)\n(Curt Cazal on the motherfuckin' track)\n(Apathetic and Celph Titled, we gon' do it like this)\n\n[Chorus: ~Celph Titled~]\nY'all niggaz wanna be thugs with nothin' to say?\n(Y'all ain't good enough)\nWe takin' ya pay\n(Y'all ain't good enough)\nGet outta my way\n(Y'all ain't good enough)\nY'all niggaz wanna be pimps, can't get no ass?\n(Y'all ain't good enough)\nYour trick and your cash\n(Y'all ain't good enough)\nWe movin' in fast\n(Y'all ain't good enough)\n\n[Verse 1: ~Apathy~]\nI'm liver than Thai weed for freaks, drive high speed through streets\nI could freestyle for weeks if they bangin' the beats\nI never sweat the opposition, my position is locked\nDifferent chickens are switchin' positions when lickin' the cock\nWhen hittin' skirts, I don't even need to drop a written verse\nFreestyle and have her legs open wide like givin' birth\nDon't let me start, 'cause I'll finish 'em off\nLike you tried to play Tiger Woods in miniature golf\nAdmit it, you lost, the minute you crossed the first tee\nVerse me? Rappers, the strength of Hercules couldn't hurt me\nY'all better dress in a Kevlar suit\n'Cause my clips make more hits than Neptunes' group\nAnd I spit gasoline, so the booth'll get doused\nThen ignited from the flames in the roof of my mouth\nWhen I write, it's like the brainwaves shoot to get out\nWhen you bite, I take aim like you're lootin' my house\n\n[Repeat Chorus:]\n\n[Verse 2: ~Celph Titled~]\nIt ain't a motherfucka rappin' like this, clappin' the fifth\nThey'll put your back in a twist and only empty half of the clip\nI spit but really never got nothin' to say\nEvery verse consist of curse words and plenty of gun spray\nBut I don't give a fuck, this is how I write rap flows\nYou probably listen to Common and rock them tight-ass clothes\nTry to change your image, you dudes be followin' hard shit\nWhile we bring more funk than Bootsy Collins' armpits\nWe on some shit, throwin' banquets at $10, 000 a plate\nYour girl's been over for hours, it's late\nTime to... take her home, so we skate from the Chrome... Depot\nIn high school, they used to call me Chico\nBack in '93, I was shakin' parties up\nLickin' off uzi clips in the air\nPuttin' holes in the ozone layer - playa\nGangsta you're not, let me discuss\nI think with my dick, so I'm always ready to bust\n\n[Repeat Chorus:]\n\n[Verse 3: ~Apathy~]\nYou're a waste of air; the kick, the bass, the snare, your face, your hair\nI'ma tear apart whatever God placed you there\nPrepare to have your domepiece spinnin' around\nI'm pinnin' you down, face first, chin to the ground\nI'm the reason why the cops walk the blocks with Glocks\nWhy the sun's hot and why your tongue locks when beats drop\nThe reason for the season change, the breezes, the rain\nHurricanes tearin' brains outta radar's range\nStrange, eerie sounds under beds at night\nMake heads spread with mics like the legs of dykes\nI'm the prototype for Kawasaki motorbikes\nNagasaki blowin' mics, kamikaze sippin' saki\nNobody can stop me on my path of destruction\nYou rappers get sucked in and crushed in a massive abduction\nYou said you're large but you couldn't get a small part\nIn a commercial for Wal-Mart pushin' mall carts\n\n[Repeat Chorus:]","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.21] (*Prod. by Curt Cazal)\n[00:01.26] [** feat. Celph Titled:]\n[00:01.68] [** Disc 1:]\n[00:02.27] [Intro: ~Apathy~ {Celph Titled}]\n[00:02.75] Ya see...(What's cracka-latin'?)*\n[00:05.03] There's one thing you need to understand (And what's that?)\n[00:07.44] Demigodz (Uh-huh)...are the most prestigious (Oh, no question)\n[00:12.10] When Apathy approaches the throne (Word up, yeah)\n[00:14.68] All hail Caesar (You heard?)\n[00:17.44] (Curt Cazal on the motherfuckin' track)\n[00:20.29] (Apathetic and Celph Titled, we gon' do it like this)\n[00:22.73] [Chorus: ~Celph Titled~]\n[00:23.58] Y'all niggaz wanna be thugs with nothin' to say?\n[00:25.31] (Y'all ain't good enough)\n[00:27.06] We takin' ya pay\n[00:28.15] (Y'all ain't good enough)\n[00:29.56] Get outta my way\n[00:30.72] (Y'all ain't good enough)\n[00:33.15] Y'all niggaz wanna be pimps, can't get no ass?\n[00:36.03] (Y'all ain't good enough)\n[00:37.62] Your trick and your cash\n[00:39.14] (Y'all ain't good enough)\n[00:40.20] We movin' in fast\n[00:41.60] (Y'all ain't good enough)\n[00:42.71] [Verse 1: ~Apathy~]\n[00:43.72] I'm liver than Thai weed for freaks, drive high speed through streets\n[00:46.73] I could freestyle for weeks if they bangin' the beats\n[00:48.49] I never sweat the opposition, my position is locked\n[00:52.08] Different chickens are switchin' positions when lickin' the cock\n[00:54.57] When hittin' skirts, I don't even need to drop a written verse\n[00:57.45] Freestyle and have her legs open wide like givin' birth\n[01:00.00] Don't let me start, 'cause I'll finish 'em off\n[01:02.93] Like you tried to play Tiger Woods in miniature golf\n[01:05.54] Admit it, you lost, the minute you crossed the first tee\n[01:08.36] Verse me? Rappers, the strength of Hercules couldn't hurt me\n[01:11.19] Y'all better dress in a Kevlar suit\n[01:13.78] 'Cause my clips make more hits than Neptunes' group\n[01:16.60] And I spit gasoline, so the booth'll get doused\n[01:19.19] Then ignited from the flames in the roof of my mouth\n[01:21.76] When I write, it's like the brainwaves shoot to get out\n[01:24.44] When you bite, I take aim like you're lootin' my house\n[01:26.79] [Repeat Chorus:]\n[01:46.79] [Verse 2: ~Celph Titled~]\n[01:48.33] It ain't a motherfucka rappin' like this, clappin' the fifth\n[01:51.20] They'll put your back in a twist and only empty half of the clip\n[01:54.16] I spit but really never got nothin' to say\n[01:56.59] Every verse consist of curse words and plenty of gun spray\n[01:59.27] But I don't give a fuck, this is how I write rap flows\n[02:02.09] You probably listen to Common and rock them tight-ass clothes\n[02:04.74] Try to change your image, you dudes be followin' hard shit\n[02:07.60] While we bring more funk than Bootsy Collins' armpits\n[02:10.01] We on some shit, throwin' banquets at $10, 000 a plate\n[02:13.49] Your girl's been over for hours, it's late\n[02:15.41] Time to... take her home, so we skate from the Chrome... Depot\n[02:18.13] In high school, they used to call me Chico\n[02:20.41] Back in '93, I was shakin' parties up\n[02:22.93] Lickin' off uzi clips in the air\n[02:24.65] Puttin' holes in the ozone layer - playa\n[02:26.70] Gangsta you're not, let me discuss\n[02:28.72] I think with my dick, so I'm always ready to bust\n[02:31.22] [Repeat Chorus:]\n[02:51.25] [Verse 3: ~Apathy~]\n[02:52.42] You're a waste of air; the kick, the bass, the snare, your face, your hair\n[02:55.96] I'ma tear apart whatever God placed you there\n[02:59.20] Prepare to have your domepiece spinnin' around\n[03:01.09] I'm pinnin' you down, face first, chin to the ground\n[03:03.15] I'm the reason why the cops walk the blocks with Glocks\n[03:06.08] Why the sun's hot and why your tongue locks when beats drop\n[03:08.89] The reason for the season change, the breezes, the rain\n[03:11.55] Hurricanes tearin' brains outta radar's range\n[03:14.44] Strange, eerie sounds under beds at night\n[03:16.64] Make heads spread with mics like the legs of dykes\n[03:19.34] I'm the prototype for Kawasaki motorbikes\n[03:21.94] Nagasaki blowin' mics, kamikaze sippin' saki\n[03:24.18] Nobody can stop me on my path of destruction\n[03:26.64] You rappers get sucked in and crushed in a massive abduction\n[03:30.21] You said you're large but you couldn't get a small part\n[03:32.77] In a commercial for Wal-Mart pushin' mall carts\n[03:35.82] [Repeat Chorus:]\n[03:54.32] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Yall Ain't Good Enough\n  artist: Apathy\n  album: Meet the Monster Vol 1\n  duration_ms: 243725\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: (*Prod. by Curt Cazal)\n  start_ms: 210\n  end_ms: 1260\n- text: '[** feat. 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Celph Titled:]\n  [** Disc 1:]\n\n  [Intro: ~Apathy~ {Celph Titled}]\n  Ya see...(What's cracka-latin'?)*\n  There's one thing you need to understand (And what's that?)\n  Demigodz (Uh-huh)...are the most prestigious (Oh, no question)\n  When Apathy approaches the throne (Word up, yeah)\n  All hail Caesar (You heard?)\n  (Curt Cazal on the motherfuckin' track)\n  (Apathetic and Celph Titled, we gon' do it like this)\n\n  [Chorus: ~Celph Titled~]\n  Y'all niggaz wanna be thugs with nothin' to say?\n  (Y'all ain't good enough)\n  We takin' ya pay\n  (Y'all ain't good enough)\n  Get outta my way\n  (Y'all ain't good enough)\n  Y'all niggaz wanna be pimps, can't get no ass?\n  (Y'all ain't good enough)\n  Your trick and your cash\n  (Y'all ain't good enough)\n  We movin' in fast\n  (Y'all ain't good enough)\n\n  [Verse 1: ~Apathy~]\n  I'm liver than Thai weed for freaks, drive high speed through streets\n  I could freestyle for weeks if they bangin' the beats\n  I never sweat the opposition, my position is locked\n  Different chickens are switchin' positions when lickin' the cock\n  When hittin' skirts, I don't even need to drop a written verse\n  Freestyle and have her legs open wide like givin' birth\n  Don't let me start, 'cause I'll finish 'em off\n  Like you tried to play Tiger Woods in miniature golf\n  Admit it, you lost, the minute you crossed the first tee\n  Verse me? Rappers, the strength of Hercules couldn't hurt me\n  Y'all better dress in a Kevlar suit\n  'Cause my clips make more hits than Neptunes' group\n  And I spit gasoline, so the booth'll get doused\n  Then ignited from the flames in the roof of my mouth\n  When I write, it's like the brainwaves shoot to get out\n  When you bite, I take aim like you're lootin' my house\n\n  [Repeat Chorus:]\n\n  [Verse 2: ~Celph Titled~]\n  It ain't a motherfucka rappin' like this, clappin' the fifth\n  They'll put your back in a twist and only empty half of the clip\n  I spit but really never got nothin' to say\n  Every verse consist of curse words and plenty of gun spray\n  But I don't give a fuck, this is how I write rap flows\n  You probably listen to Common and rock them tight-ass clothes\n  Try to change your image, you dudes be followin' hard shit\n  While we bring more funk than Bootsy Collins' armpits\n  We on some shit, throwin' banquets at $10, 000 a plate\n  Your girl's been over for hours, it's late\n  Time to... take her home, so we skate from the Chrome... Depot\n  In high school, they used to call me Chico\n  Back in '93, I was shakin' parties up\n  Lickin' off uzi clips in the air\n  Puttin' holes in the ozone layer - playa\n  Gangsta you're not, let me discuss\n  I think with my dick, so I'm always ready to bust\n\n  [Repeat Chorus:]\n\n  [Verse 3: ~Apathy~]\n  You're a waste of air; the kick, the bass, the snare, your face, your hair\n  I'ma tear apart whatever God placed you there\n  Prepare to have your domepiece spinnin' around\n  I'm pinnin' you down, face first, chin to the ground\n  I'm the reason why the cops walk the blocks with Glocks\n  Why the sun's hot and why your tongue locks when beats drop\n  The reason for the season change, the breezes, the rain\n  Hurricanes tearin' brains outta radar's range\n  Strange, eerie sounds under beds at night\n  Make heads spread with mics like the legs of dykes\n  I'm the prototype for Kawasaki motorbikes\n  Nagasaki blowin' mics, kamikaze sippin' saki\n  Nobody can stop me on my path of destruction\n  You rappers get sucked in and crushed in a massive abduction\n  You said you're large but you couldn't get a small part\n  In a commercial for Wal-Mart pushin' mall carts\n\n  [Repeat Chorus:]\n"},{"id":10518192,"name":"Y'all Ain't Good Enough","trackName":"Y'all Ain't Good Enough","artistName":"Apathy","albumName":"It's the Bootleg, Muthafuckas! Volume 1","duration":243.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(*Prod. by Curt Cazal)\n[** feat. Celph Titled:]\n[** Disc 1:]\n\n[Intro: ~Apathy~ {Celph Titled}]\nYa see...(What's cracka-latin'?)*\nThere's one thing you need to understand (And what's that?)\nDemigodz (Uh-huh)...are the most prestigious (Oh, no question)\nWhen Apathy approaches the throne (Word up, yeah)\nAll hail Caesar (You heard?)\n(Curt Cazal on the motherfuckin' track)\n(Apathetic and Celph Titled, we gon' do it like this)\n\n[Chorus: ~Celph Titled~]\nY'all niggaz wanna be thugs with nothin' to say?\n(Y'all ain't good enough)\nWe takin' ya pay\n(Y'all ain't good enough)\nGet outta my way\n(Y'all ain't good enough)\nY'all niggaz wanna be pimps, can't get no ass?\n(Y'all ain't good enough)\nYour trick and your cash\n(Y'all ain't good enough)\nWe movin' in fast\n(Y'all ain't good enough)\n\n[Verse 1: ~Apathy~]\nI'm liver than Thai weed for freaks, drive high speed through streets\nI could freestyle for weeks if they bangin' the beats\nI never sweat the opposition, my position is locked\nDifferent chickens are switchin' positions when lickin' the cock\nWhen hittin' skirts, I don't even need to drop a written verse\nFreestyle and have her legs open wide like givin' birth\nDon't let me start, 'cause I'll finish 'em off\nLike you tried to play Tiger Woods in miniature golf\nAdmit it, you lost, the minute you crossed the first tee\nVerse me? Rappers, the strength of Hercules couldn't hurt me\nY'all better dress in a Kevlar suit\n'Cause my clips make more hits than Neptunes' group\nAnd I spit gasoline, so the booth'll get doused\nThen ignited from the flames in the roof of my mouth\nWhen I write, it's like the brainwaves shoot to get out\nWhen you bite, I take aim like you're lootin' my house\n\n[Repeat Chorus:]\n\n[Verse 2: ~Celph Titled~]\nIt ain't a motherfucka rappin' like this, clappin' the fifth\nThey'll put your back in a twist and only empty half of the clip\nI spit but really never got nothin' to say\nEvery verse consist of curse words and plenty of gun spray\nBut I don't give a fuck, this is how I write rap flows\nYou probably listen to Common and rock them tight-ass clothes\nTry to change your image, you dudes be followin' hard shit\nWhile we bring more funk than Bootsy Collins' armpits\nWe on some shit, throwin' banquets at $10, 000 a plate\nYour girl's been over for hours, it's late\nTime to... take her home, so we skate from the Chrome... Depot\nIn high school, they used to call me Chico\nBack in '93, I was shakin' parties up\nLickin' off uzi clips in the air\nPuttin' holes in the ozone layer - playa\nGangsta you're not, let me discuss\nI think with my dick, so I'm always ready to bust\n\n[Repeat Chorus:]\n\n[Verse 3: ~Apathy~]\nYou're a waste of air; the kick, the bass, the snare, your face, your hair\nI'ma tear apart whatever God placed you there\nPrepare to have your domepiece spinnin' around\nI'm pinnin' you down, face first, chin to the ground\nI'm the reason why the cops walk the blocks with Glocks\nWhy the sun's hot and why your tongue locks when beats drop\nThe reason for the season change, the breezes, the rain\nHurricanes tearin' brains outta radar's range\nStrange, eerie sounds under beds at night\nMake heads spread with mics like the legs of dykes\nI'm the prototype for Kawasaki motorbikes\nNagasaki blowin' mics, kamikaze sippin' saki\nNobody can stop me on my path of destruction\nYou rappers get sucked in and crushed in a massive abduction\nYou said you're large but you couldn't get a small part\nIn a commercial for Wal-Mart pushin' mall carts\n\n[Repeat Chorus:]","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.21] (*Prod. by Curt Cazal)\n[00:01.26] [** feat. Celph Titled:]\n[00:01.68] [** Disc 1:]\n[00:02.27] [Intro: ~Apathy~ {Celph Titled}]\n[00:02.75] Ya see...(What's cracka-latin'?)*\n[00:05.03] There's one thing you need to understand (And what's that?)\n[00:07.44] Demigodz (Uh-huh)...are the most prestigious (Oh, no question)\n[00:12.10] When Apathy approaches the throne (Word up, yeah)\n[00:14.68] All hail Caesar (You heard?)\n[00:17.44] (Curt Cazal on the motherfuckin' track)\n[00:20.29] (Apathetic and Celph Titled, we gon' do it like this)\n[00:22.73] [Chorus: ~Celph Titled~]\n[00:23.58] Y'all niggaz wanna be thugs with nothin' to say?\n[00:25.31] (Y'all ain't good enough)\n[00:27.06] We takin' ya pay\n[00:28.15] (Y'all ain't good enough)\n[00:29.56] Get outta my way\n[00:30.72] (Y'all ain't good enough)\n[00:33.15] Y'all niggaz wanna be pimps, can't get no ass?\n[00:36.03] (Y'all ain't good enough)\n[00:37.62] Your trick and your cash\n[00:39.14] (Y'all ain't good enough)\n[00:40.20] We movin' in fast\n[00:41.60] (Y'all ain't good enough)\n[00:42.71] [Verse 1: ~Apathy~]\n[00:43.72] I'm liver than Thai weed for freaks, drive high speed through streets\n[00:46.73] I could freestyle for weeks if they bangin' the beats\n[00:48.49] I never sweat the opposition, my position is locked\n[00:52.08] Different chickens are switchin' positions when lickin' the cock\n[00:54.57] When hittin' skirts, I don't even need to drop a written verse\n[00:57.45] Freestyle and have her legs open wide like givin' birth\n[01:00.00] Don't let me start, 'cause I'll finish 'em off\n[01:02.93] Like you tried to play Tiger Woods in miniature golf\n[01:05.54] Admit it, you lost, the minute you crossed the first tee\n[01:08.36] Verse me? Rappers, the strength of Hercules couldn't hurt me\n[01:11.19] Y'all better dress in a Kevlar suit\n[01:13.78] 'Cause my clips make more hits than Neptunes' group\n[01:16.60] And I spit gasoline, so the booth'll get doused\n[01:19.19] Then ignited from the flames in the roof of my mouth\n[01:21.76] When I write, it's like the brainwaves shoot to get out\n[01:24.44] When you bite, I take aim like you're lootin' my house\n[01:26.79] [Repeat Chorus:]\n[01:46.79] [Verse 2: ~Celph Titled~]\n[01:48.33] It ain't a motherfucka rappin' like this, clappin' the fifth\n[01:51.20] They'll put your back in a twist and only empty half of the clip\n[01:54.16] I spit but really never got nothin' to say\n[01:56.59] Every verse consist of curse words and plenty of gun spray\n[01:59.27] But I don't give a fuck, this is how I write rap flows\n[02:02.09] You probably listen to Common and rock them tight-ass clothes\n[02:04.74] Try to change your image, you dudes be followin' hard shit\n[02:07.60] While we bring more funk than Bootsy Collins' armpits\n[02:10.01] We on some shit, throwin' banquets at $10, 000 a plate\n[02:13.49] Your girl's been over for hours, it's late\n[02:15.41] Time to... take her home, so we skate from the Chrome... Depot\n[02:18.13] In high school, they used to call me Chico\n[02:20.41] Back in '93, I was shakin' parties up\n[02:22.93] Lickin' off uzi clips in the air\n[02:24.65] Puttin' holes in the ozone layer - playa\n[02:26.70] Gangsta you're not, let me discuss\n[02:28.72] I think with my dick, so I'm always ready to bust\n[02:31.22] [Repeat Chorus:]\n[02:51.25] [Verse 3: ~Apathy~]\n[02:52.42] You're a waste of air; the kick, the bass, the snare, your face, your hair\n[02:55.96] I'ma tear apart whatever God placed you there\n[02:59.20] Prepare to have your domepiece spinnin' around\n[03:01.09] I'm pinnin' you down, face first, chin to the ground\n[03:03.15] I'm the reason why the cops walk the blocks with Glocks\n[03:06.08] Why the sun's hot and why your tongue locks when beats drop\n[03:08.89] The reason for the season change, the breezes, the rain\n[03:11.55] Hurricanes tearin' brains outta radar's range\n[03:14.44] Strange, eerie sounds under beds at night\n[03:16.64] Make heads spread with mics like the legs of dykes\n[03:19.34] I'm the prototype for Kawasaki motorbikes\n[03:21.94] Nagasaki blowin' mics, kamikaze sippin' saki\n[03:24.18] Nobody can stop me on my path of destruction\n[03:26.64] You rappers get sucked in and crushed in a massive abduction\n[03:30.21] You said you're large but you couldn't get a small part\n[03:32.77] In a commercial for Wal-Mart pushin' mall carts\n[03:35.82] [Repeat Chorus:]\n[03:54.32] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Y'all Ain't Good Enough\n  artist: Apathy\n  album: It's the Bootleg, Muthafuckas! 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Celph Titled:]\n  [** Disc 1:]\n\n  [Intro: ~Apathy~ {Celph Titled}]\n  Ya see...(What's cracka-latin'?)*\n  There's one thing you need to understand (And what's that?)\n  Demigodz (Uh-huh)...are the most prestigious (Oh, no question)\n  When Apathy approaches the throne (Word up, yeah)\n  All hail Caesar (You heard?)\n  (Curt Cazal on the motherfuckin' track)\n  (Apathetic and Celph Titled, we gon' do it like this)\n\n  [Chorus: ~Celph Titled~]\n  Y'all niggaz wanna be thugs with nothin' to say?\n  (Y'all ain't good enough)\n  We takin' ya pay\n  (Y'all ain't good enough)\n  Get outta my way\n  (Y'all ain't good enough)\n  Y'all niggaz wanna be pimps, can't get no ass?\n  (Y'all ain't good enough)\n  Your trick and your cash\n  (Y'all ain't good enough)\n  We movin' in fast\n  (Y'all ain't good enough)\n\n  [Verse 1: ~Apathy~]\n  I'm liver than Thai weed for freaks, drive high speed through streets\n  I could freestyle for weeks if they bangin' the beats\n  I never sweat the opposition, my position is locked\n  Different chickens are switchin' positions when lickin' the cock\n  When hittin' skirts, I don't even need to drop a written verse\n  Freestyle and have her legs open wide like givin' birth\n  Don't let me start, 'cause I'll finish 'em off\n  Like you tried to play Tiger Woods in miniature golf\n  Admit it, you lost, the minute you crossed the first tee\n  Verse me? Rappers, the strength of Hercules couldn't hurt me\n  Y'all better dress in a Kevlar suit\n  'Cause my clips make more hits than Neptunes' group\n  And I spit gasoline, so the booth'll get doused\n  Then ignited from the flames in the roof of my mouth\n  When I write, it's like the brainwaves shoot to get out\n  When you bite, I take aim like you're lootin' my house\n\n  [Repeat Chorus:]\n\n  [Verse 2: ~Celph Titled~]\n  It ain't a motherfucka rappin' like this, clappin' the fifth\n  They'll put your back in a twist and only empty half of the clip\n  I spit but really never got nothin' to say\n  Every verse consist of curse words and plenty of gun spray\n  But I don't give a fuck, this is how I write rap flows\n  You probably listen to Common and rock them tight-ass clothes\n  Try to change your image, you dudes be followin' hard shit\n  While we bring more funk than Bootsy Collins' armpits\n  We on some shit, throwin' banquets at $10, 000 a plate\n  Your girl's been over for hours, it's late\n  Time to... take her home, so we skate from the Chrome... Depot\n  In high school, they used to call me Chico\n  Back in '93, I was shakin' parties up\n  Lickin' off uzi clips in the air\n  Puttin' holes in the ozone layer - playa\n  Gangsta you're not, let me discuss\n  I think with my dick, so I'm always ready to bust\n\n  [Repeat Chorus:]\n\n  [Verse 3: ~Apathy~]\n  You're a waste of air; the kick, the bass, the snare, your face, your hair\n  I'ma tear apart whatever God placed you there\n  Prepare to have your domepiece spinnin' around\n  I'm pinnin' you down, face first, chin to the ground\n  I'm the reason why the cops walk the blocks with Glocks\n  Why the sun's hot and why your tongue locks when beats drop\n  The reason for the season change, the breezes, the rain\n  Hurricanes tearin' brains outta radar's range\n  Strange, eerie sounds under beds at night\n  Make heads spread with mics like the legs of dykes\n  I'm the prototype for Kawasaki motorbikes\n  Nagasaki blowin' mics, kamikaze sippin' saki\n  Nobody can stop me on my path of destruction\n  You rappers get sucked in and crushed in a massive abduction\n  You said you're large but you couldn't get a small part\n  In a commercial for Wal-Mart pushin' mall carts\n\n  [Repeat Chorus:]\n"},{"id":25532586,"name":"Yall Ain't Good Enough (Feat C","trackName":"Yall Ain't Good Enough (Feat C","artistName":"Apathy","albumName":"Meet the Monster Vol.1 Bootleg","duration":243.722449,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Uh, what?\nYou see\nWhat's crackalatin'?\nThere's one thing you need to understand\nAnd what's that?\nDemigodz are the most prestigious\nOh, no question\nWhen Apathy approaches the throne\nWord up, yeah\nAll hail Caesar\nYou heard?\nKurt Cazal on the motherfuckin' track\nApathetic and Celph Titled\nWe gonna do it like this\n\nY'all niggas wanna be thugs with nothin' to say? (Uh-huh)\nY'all ain't good enough\nWe takin' your pay\nY'all ain't good enough\nGet outta my way\nY'all ain't good enough\nY'all niggas wanna be pimps, can't get no ass\nY'all ain't good enough\nYou trickin' your cash\nY'all ain't good enough\nWe movin' in fast\nY'all ain't good enough\n\nI'm liver than Thai weed for freaks, drive high speed through streets\nI could freestyle for weeks if they bangin' the beats\nI never sweat the opposition, my position is locked\nDifferent chickens are switchin' positions when lickin' the cock\nWhen hittin' skirts, I don't even need to drop a written verse\nFreestyle and have her legs open wide like givin' birth\nDon't let me start, 'cause I finish 'em off\nLike you try to play Tiger Woods in miniature golf\nAdmit it, you lost the minute you crossed the first tee\nVersus me, rappers with strength of Hercules couldn't hurt me\nY'all better dress in a Kevlar suit\n'Cause my clips make more hits than Neptunes group\nAnd I spit gasoline, so the booth'll get doused\nThen ignited from the flames in the roof of my mouth\nWhen I write it's like the brainwaves shoot to get out\nWhen you bite, I take aim like you're lootin' my house\n\nY'all niggas wanna be thugs with nothin' to say? (Uh-huh)\nY'all ain't good enough\nWe takin' your pay\nY'all ain't good enough\nGet outta my way\nY'all ain't good enough\nY'all niggas wanna be pimps, can't get no ass\nY'all ain't good enough\nYou trickin' your cash\nY'all ain't good enough\nWe movin' in fast\nY'all ain't good enough\n\nIt ain't a motherfucker rappin' like this, clappin' a fifth\nThey'll put your back in a twist and only empty half of the clip\nI spit, but really never got nothin' to say\nEvery verse consists of curse words and plenty of gun spray\nBut I don't give a fuck, this is how I write rap flows\nYou probably listen to Common and rock them tight-ass clothes\nTry to change your image, you dudes be followin' hard shit\nWhile we bring more funk than Bootsy Collins' armpits\nWe on some shit, throwin' banquets at ten thousand dollars a plate\nYour girl's been over for hours, it's late\nTime to take her home, so we skate from the Chrome Depot\nIn high school, they used to call me Chico\nBack in '93, I was shakin' parties up\nLickin' off Uzi clips in the air, puttin' holes in the ozone layer\nPlayer, gangster you're not, let me discuss\nI think with my dick, so I'm always ready to bust\n\nY'all niggas wanna be thugs with nothin' to say? (Uh-huh)\nY'all ain't good enough\nWe takin' your pay\nY'all ain't good enough\nGet outta my way\nY'all ain't good enough\nY'all niggas wanna be pimps, can't get no ass\nY'all ain't good enough\nYou trickin' your cash\nY'all ain't good enough\nWe movin' in fast\nY'all ain't good enough\n\nYou're a waste of air, the kick, the bass, the snare\nYour face, your hair, I'ma tear apart whatever god placed you there\nPrepare to have your dome piece spinnin' around\nI'm pinnin' you down, face first, chin to the ground\nI'm the reason why the cops walk the blocks with Glocks\nWhy the sun's hot and why your tongue locks when beats drop\nThe reason for the seasonal change, the breeze, it's the rain\nHurricanes tearin' brains outta radar's range\nStrange, eerie sounds under beds at night\nMake heads spread with mics like the legs of dykes\nI'm the prototype for Kawasaki motorbikes\nNagasaki blowin' mics, kamikaze sippin' sake\nNobody can stop me on my path of destruction\nYou rappers get sucked in and crushed in a massive abduction\nYou said you large, but you couldn't get a small part\nIn a commercial for Walmart pushin' mall carts\n\nY'all niggas wanna be thugs with nothin' to say? (Uh-huh)\nY'all ain't good enough\nWe takin' your pay\nY'all ain't good enough\nGet outta my way\nY'all ain't good enough\nY'all niggas wanna be pimps, can't get no ass\nY'all ain't good enough\nYou trickin' your cash\nY'all ain't good enough\nWe movin' in fast\nY'all ain't good enough","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Yall Ain't Good Enough (Feat C\n  artist: Apathy\n  album: Meet the Monster Vol.1 Bootleg\n  duration_ms: 243722\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Uh, what?\n  You see\n  What's crackalatin'?\n  There's one thing you need to understand\n  And what's that?\n  Demigodz are the most prestigious\n  Oh, no question\n  When Apathy approaches the throne\n  Word up, yeah\n  All hail Caesar\n  You heard?\n  Kurt Cazal on the motherfuckin' track\n  Apathetic and Celph Titled\n  We gonna do it like this\n\n  Y'all niggas wanna be thugs with nothin' to say? (Uh-huh)\n  Y'all ain't good enough\n  We takin' your pay\n  Y'all ain't good enough\n  Get outta my way\n  Y'all ain't good enough\n  Y'all niggas wanna be pimps, can't get no ass\n  Y'all ain't good enough\n  You trickin' your cash\n  Y'all ain't good enough\n  We movin' in fast\n  Y'all ain't good enough\n\n  I'm liver than Thai weed for freaks, drive high speed through streets\n  I could freestyle for weeks if they bangin' the beats\n  I never sweat the opposition, my position is locked\n  Different chickens are switchin' positions when lickin' the cock\n  When hittin' skirts, I don't even need to drop a written verse\n  Freestyle and have her legs open wide like givin' birth\n  Don't let me start, 'cause I finish 'em off\n  Like you try to play Tiger Woods in miniature golf\n  Admit it, you lost the minute you crossed the first tee\n  Versus me, rappers with strength of Hercules couldn't hurt me\n  Y'all better dress in a Kevlar suit\n  'Cause my clips make more hits than Neptunes group\n  And I spit gasoline, so the booth'll get doused\n  Then ignited from the flames in the roof of my mouth\n  When I write it's like the brainwaves shoot to get out\n  When you bite, I take aim like you're lootin' my house\n\n  Y'all niggas wanna be thugs with nothin' to say? (Uh-huh)\n  Y'all ain't good enough\n  We takin' your pay\n  Y'all ain't good enough\n  Get outta my way\n  Y'all ain't good enough\n  Y'all niggas wanna be pimps, can't get no ass\n  Y'all ain't good enough\n  You trickin' your cash\n  Y'all ain't good enough\n  We movin' in fast\n  Y'all ain't good enough\n\n  It ain't a motherfucker rappin' like this, clappin' a fifth\n  They'll put your back in a twist and only empty half of the clip\n  I spit, but really never got nothin' to say\n  Every verse consists of curse words and plenty of gun spray\n  But I don't give a fuck, this is how I write rap flows\n  You probably listen to Common and rock them tight-ass clothes\n  Try to change your image, you dudes be followin' hard shit\n  While we bring more funk than Bootsy Collins' armpits\n  We on some shit, throwin' banquets at ten thousand dollars a plate\n  Your girl's been over for hours, it's late\n  Time to take her home, so we skate from the Chrome Depot\n  In high school, they used to call me Chico\n  Back in '93, I was shakin' parties up\n  Lickin' off Uzi clips in the air, puttin' holes in the ozone layer\n  Player, gangster you're not, let me discuss\n  I think with my dick, so I'm always ready to bust\n\n  Y'all niggas wanna be thugs with nothin' to say? (Uh-huh)\n  Y'all ain't good enough\n  We takin' your pay\n  Y'all ain't good enough\n  Get outta my way\n  Y'all ain't good enough\n  Y'all niggas wanna be pimps, can't get no ass\n  Y'all ain't good enough\n  You trickin' your cash\n  Y'all ain't good enough\n  We movin' in fast\n  Y'all ain't good enough\n\n  You're a waste of air, the kick, the bass, the snare\n  Your face, your hair, I'ma tear apart whatever god placed you there\n  Prepare to have your dome piece spinnin' around\n  I'm pinnin' you down, face first, chin to the ground\n  I'm the reason why the cops walk the blocks with Glocks\n  Why the sun's hot and why your tongue locks when beats drop\n  The reason for the seasonal change, the breeze, it's the rain\n  Hurricanes tearin' brains outta radar's range\n  Strange, eerie sounds under beds at night\n  Make heads spread with mics like the legs of dykes\n  I'm the prototype for Kawasaki motorbikes\n  Nagasaki blowin' mics, kamikaze sippin' sake\n  Nobody can stop me on my path of destruction\n  You rappers get sucked in and crushed in a massive abduction\n  You said you large, but you couldn't get a small part\n  In a commercial for Walmart pushin' mall carts\n\n  Y'all niggas wanna be thugs with nothin' to say? (Uh-huh)\n  Y'all ain't good enough\n  We takin' your pay\n  Y'all ain't good enough\n  Get outta my way\n  Y'all ain't good enough\n  Y'all niggas wanna be pimps, can't get no ass\n  Y'all ain't good enough\n  You trickin' your cash\n  Y'all ain't good enough\n  We movin' in fast\n  Y'all ain't good enough\n"},{"id":10518191,"name":"Y'all Ain't Good Enough","trackName":"Y'all Ain't Good Enough","artistName":"Apathy feat. Celph Titled","albumName":"It's the Bootleg, Muthafuckas! Volume 1","duration":243.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(*Prod. by Curt Cazal)\n[** feat. Celph Titled:]\n[** Disc 1:]\n\n[Intro: ~Apathy~ {Celph Titled}]\nYa see...(What's cracka-latin'?)*\nThere's one thing you need to understand (And what's that?)\nDemigodz (Uh-huh)...are the most prestigious (Oh, no question)\nWhen Apathy approaches the throne (Word up, yeah)\nAll hail Caesar (You heard?)\n(Curt Cazal on the motherfuckin' track)\n(Apathetic and Celph Titled, we gon' do it like this)\n\n[Chorus: ~Celph Titled~]\nY'all niggaz wanna be thugs with nothin' to say?\n(Y'all ain't good enough)\nWe takin' ya pay\n(Y'all ain't good enough)\nGet outta my way\n(Y'all ain't good enough)\nY'all niggaz wanna be pimps, can't get no ass?\n(Y'all ain't good enough)\nYour trick and your cash\n(Y'all ain't good enough)\nWe movin' in fast\n(Y'all ain't good enough)\n\n[Verse 1: ~Apathy~]\nI'm liver than Thai weed for freaks, drive high speed through streets\nI could freestyle for weeks if they bangin' the beats\nI never sweat the opposition, my position is locked\nDifferent chickens are switchin' positions when lickin' the cock\nWhen hittin' skirts, I don't even need to drop a written verse\nFreestyle and have her legs open wide like givin' birth\nDon't let me start, 'cause I'll finish 'em off\nLike you tried to play Tiger Woods in miniature golf\nAdmit it, you lost, the minute you crossed the first tee\nVerse me? Rappers, the strength of Hercules couldn't hurt me\nY'all better dress in a Kevlar suit\n'Cause my clips make more hits than Neptunes' group\nAnd I spit gasoline, so the booth'll get doused\nThen ignited from the flames in the roof of my mouth\nWhen I write, it's like the brainwaves shoot to get out\nWhen you bite, I take aim like you're lootin' my house\n\n[Repeat Chorus:]\n\n[Verse 2: ~Celph Titled~]\nIt ain't a motherfucka rappin' like this, clappin' the fifth\nThey'll put your back in a twist and only empty half of the clip\nI spit but really never got nothin' to say\nEvery verse consist of curse words and plenty of gun spray\nBut I don't give a fuck, this is how I write rap flows\nYou probably listen to Common and rock them tight-ass clothes\nTry to change your image, you dudes be followin' hard shit\nWhile we bring more funk than Bootsy Collins' armpits\nWe on some shit, throwin' banquets at $10, 000 a plate\nYour girl's been over for hours, it's late\nTime to... take her home, so we skate from the Chrome... Depot\nIn high school, they used to call me Chico\nBack in '93, I was shakin' parties up\nLickin' off uzi clips in the air\nPuttin' holes in the ozone layer - playa\nGangsta you're not, let me discuss\nI think with my dick, so I'm always ready to bust\n\n[Repeat Chorus:]\n\n[Verse 3: ~Apathy~]\nYou're a waste of air; the kick, the bass, the snare, your face, your hair\nI'ma tear apart whatever God placed you there\nPrepare to have your domepiece spinnin' around\nI'm pinnin' you down, face first, chin to the ground\nI'm the reason why the cops walk the blocks with Glocks\nWhy the sun's hot and why your tongue locks when beats drop\nThe reason for the season change, the breezes, the rain\nHurricanes tearin' brains outta radar's range\nStrange, eerie sounds under beds at night\nMake heads spread with mics like the legs of dykes\nI'm the prototype for Kawasaki motorbikes\nNagasaki blowin' mics, kamikaze sippin' saki\nNobody can stop me on my path of destruction\nYou rappers get sucked in and crushed in a massive abduction\nYou said you're large but you couldn't get a small part\nIn a commercial for Wal-Mart pushin' mall carts\n\n[Repeat Chorus:]","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.21] (*Prod. by Curt Cazal)\n[00:01.26] [** feat. Celph Titled:]\n[00:01.68] [** Disc 1:]\n[00:02.27] [Intro: ~Apathy~ {Celph Titled}]\n[00:02.75] Ya see...(What's cracka-latin'?)*\n[00:05.03] There's one thing you need to understand (And what's that?)\n[00:07.44] Demigodz (Uh-huh)...are the most prestigious (Oh, no question)\n[00:12.10] When Apathy approaches the throne (Word up, yeah)\n[00:14.68] All hail Caesar (You heard?)\n[00:17.44] (Curt Cazal on the motherfuckin' track)\n[00:20.29] (Apathetic and Celph Titled, we gon' do it like this)\n[00:22.73] [Chorus: ~Celph Titled~]\n[00:23.58] Y'all niggaz wanna be thugs with nothin' to say?\n[00:25.31] (Y'all ain't good enough)\n[00:27.06] We takin' ya pay\n[00:28.15] (Y'all ain't good enough)\n[00:29.56] Get outta my way\n[00:30.72] (Y'all ain't good enough)\n[00:33.15] Y'all niggaz wanna be pimps, can't get no ass?\n[00:36.03] (Y'all ain't good enough)\n[00:37.62] Your trick and your cash\n[00:39.14] (Y'all ain't good enough)\n[00:40.20] We movin' in fast\n[00:41.60] (Y'all ain't good enough)\n[00:42.71] [Verse 1: ~Apathy~]\n[00:43.72] I'm liver than Thai weed for freaks, drive high speed through streets\n[00:46.73] I could freestyle for weeks if they bangin' the beats\n[00:48.49] I never sweat the opposition, my position is locked\n[00:52.08] Different chickens are switchin' positions when lickin' the cock\n[00:54.57] When hittin' skirts, I don't even need to drop a written verse\n[00:57.45] Freestyle and have her legs open wide like givin' birth\n[01:00.00] Don't let me start, 'cause I'll finish 'em off\n[01:02.93] Like you tried to play Tiger Woods in miniature golf\n[01:05.54] Admit it, you lost, the minute you crossed the first tee\n[01:08.36] Verse me? Rappers, the strength of Hercules couldn't hurt me\n[01:11.19] Y'all better dress in a Kevlar suit\n[01:13.78] 'Cause my clips make more hits than Neptunes' group\n[01:16.60] And I spit gasoline, so the booth'll get doused\n[01:19.19] Then ignited from the flames in the roof of my mouth\n[01:21.76] When I write, it's like the brainwaves shoot to get out\n[01:24.44] When you bite, I take aim like you're lootin' my house\n[01:26.79] [Repeat Chorus:]\n[01:46.79] [Verse 2: ~Celph Titled~]\n[01:48.33] It ain't a motherfucka rappin' like this, clappin' the fifth\n[01:51.20] They'll put your back in a twist and only empty half of the clip\n[01:54.16] I spit but really never got nothin' to say\n[01:56.59] Every verse consist of curse words and plenty of gun spray\n[01:59.27] But I don't give a fuck, this is how I write rap flows\n[02:02.09] You probably listen to Common and rock them tight-ass clothes\n[02:04.74] Try to change your image, you dudes be followin' hard shit\n[02:07.60] While we bring more funk than Bootsy Collins' armpits\n[02:10.01] We on some shit, throwin' banquets at $10, 000 a plate\n[02:13.49] Your girl's been over for hours, it's late\n[02:15.41] Time to... take her home, so we skate from the Chrome... Depot\n[02:18.13] In high school, they used to call me Chico\n[02:20.41] Back in '93, I was shakin' parties up\n[02:22.93] Lickin' off uzi clips in the air\n[02:24.65] Puttin' holes in the ozone layer - playa\n[02:26.70] Gangsta you're not, let me discuss\n[02:28.72] I think with my dick, so I'm always ready to bust\n[02:31.22] [Repeat Chorus:]\n[02:51.25] [Verse 3: ~Apathy~]\n[02:52.42] You're a waste of air; the kick, the bass, the snare, your face, your hair\n[02:55.96] I'ma tear apart whatever God placed you there\n[02:59.20] Prepare to have your domepiece spinnin' around\n[03:01.09] I'm pinnin' you down, face first, chin to the ground\n[03:03.15] I'm the reason why the cops walk the blocks with Glocks\n[03:06.08] Why the sun's hot and why your tongue locks when beats drop\n[03:08.89] The reason for the season change, the breezes, the rain\n[03:11.55] Hurricanes tearin' brains outta radar's range\n[03:14.44] Strange, eerie sounds under beds at night\n[03:16.64] Make heads spread with mics like the legs of dykes\n[03:19.34] I'm the prototype for Kawasaki motorbikes\n[03:21.94] Nagasaki blowin' mics, kamikaze sippin' saki\n[03:24.18] Nobody can stop me on my path of destruction\n[03:26.64] You rappers get sucked in and crushed in a massive abduction\n[03:30.21] You said you're large but you couldn't get a small part\n[03:32.77] In a commercial for Wal-Mart pushin' mall carts\n[03:35.82] [Repeat Chorus:]\n[03:54.32] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Y'all Ain't Good Enough\n  artist: Apathy feat. 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Depot\n  start_ms: 135410\n  end_ms: 138130\n- text: In high school, they used to call me Chico\n  start_ms: 138130\n  end_ms: 140410\n- text: Back in '93, I was shakin' parties up\n  start_ms: 140410\n  end_ms: 142930\n- text: Lickin' off uzi clips in the air\n  start_ms: 142930\n  end_ms: 144650\n- text: Puttin' holes in the ozone layer - playa\n  start_ms: 144650\n  end_ms: 146700\n- text: Gangsta you're not, let me discuss\n  start_ms: 146700\n  end_ms: 148720\n- text: I think with my dick, so I'm always ready to bust\n  start_ms: 148720\n  end_ms: 151220\n- text: '[Repeat Chorus:]'\n  start_ms: 151220\n  end_ms: 171250\n- text: '[Verse 3: ~Apathy~]'\n  start_ms: 171250\n  end_ms: 172420\n- text: You're a waste of air; the kick, the bass, the snare, your face, your hair\n  start_ms: 172420\n  end_ms: 175960\n- text: I'ma tear apart whatever God placed you there\n  start_ms: 175960\n  end_ms: 179200\n- text: Prepare to have your domepiece spinnin' around\n  start_ms: 179200\n  end_ms: 181090\n- text: I'm pinnin' you down, face first, chin to the ground\n  start_ms: 181090\n  end_ms: 183150\n- text: I'm the reason why the cops walk the blocks with Glocks\n  start_ms: 183150\n  end_ms: 186080\n- text: Why the sun's hot and why your tongue locks when beats drop\n  start_ms: 186080\n  end_ms: 188890\n- text: The reason for the season change, the breezes, the rain\n  start_ms: 188890\n  end_ms: 191550\n- text: Hurricanes tearin' brains outta radar's range\n  start_ms: 191550\n  end_ms: 194440\n- text: Strange, eerie sounds under beds at night\n  start_ms: 194440\n  end_ms: 196640\n- text: Make heads spread with mics like the legs of dykes\n  start_ms: 196640\n  end_ms: 199340\n- text: I'm the prototype for Kawasaki motorbikes\n  start_ms: 199340\n  end_ms: 201940\n- text: Nagasaki blowin' mics, kamikaze sippin' saki\n  start_ms: 201940\n  end_ms: 204180\n- text: Nobody can stop me on my path of destruction\n  start_ms: 204180\n  end_ms: 206640\n- text: You rappers get sucked in and crushed in a massive abduction\n  start_ms: 206640\n  end_ms: 210210\n- text: You said you're large but you couldn't get a small part\n  start_ms: 210210\n  end_ms: 212770\n- text: In a commercial for Wal-Mart pushin' mall carts\n  start_ms: 212770\n  end_ms: 215820\n- text: '[Repeat Chorus:]'\n  start_ms: 215820\n  end_ms: 234320\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 234320\nplain: |-\n  (*Prod. by Curt Cazal)\n  [** feat. Celph Titled:]\n  [** Disc 1:]\n\n  [Intro: ~Apathy~ {Celph Titled}]\n  Ya see...(What's cracka-latin'?)*\n  There's one thing you need to understand (And what's that?)\n  Demigodz (Uh-huh)...are the most prestigious (Oh, no question)\n  When Apathy approaches the throne (Word up, yeah)\n  All hail Caesar (You heard?)\n  (Curt Cazal on the motherfuckin' track)\n  (Apathetic and Celph Titled, we gon' do it like this)\n\n  [Chorus: ~Celph Titled~]\n  Y'all niggaz wanna be thugs with nothin' to say?\n  (Y'all ain't good enough)\n  We takin' ya pay\n  (Y'all ain't good enough)\n  Get outta my way\n  (Y'all ain't good enough)\n  Y'all niggaz wanna be pimps, can't get no ass?\n  (Y'all ain't good enough)\n  Your trick and your cash\n  (Y'all ain't good enough)\n  We movin' in fast\n  (Y'all ain't good enough)\n\n  [Verse 1: ~Apathy~]\n  I'm liver than Thai weed for freaks, drive high speed through streets\n  I could freestyle for weeks if they bangin' the beats\n  I never sweat the opposition, my position is locked\n  Different chickens are switchin' positions when lickin' the cock\n  When hittin' skirts, I don't even need to drop a written verse\n  Freestyle and have her legs open wide like givin' birth\n  Don't let me start, 'cause I'll finish 'em off\n  Like you tried to play Tiger Woods in miniature golf\n  Admit it, you lost, the minute you crossed the first tee\n  Verse me? Rappers, the strength of Hercules couldn't hurt me\n  Y'all better dress in a Kevlar suit\n  'Cause my clips make more hits than Neptunes' group\n  And I spit gasoline, so the booth'll get doused\n  Then ignited from the flames in the roof of my mouth\n  When I write, it's like the brainwaves shoot to get out\n  When you bite, I take aim like you're lootin' my house\n\n  [Repeat Chorus:]\n\n  [Verse 2: ~Celph Titled~]\n  It ain't a motherfucka rappin' like this, clappin' the fifth\n  They'll put your back in a twist and only empty half of the clip\n  I spit but really never got nothin' to say\n  Every verse consist of curse words and plenty of gun spray\n  But I don't give a fuck, this is how I write rap flows\n  You probably listen to Common and rock them tight-ass clothes\n  Try to change your image, you dudes be followin' hard shit\n  While we bring more funk than Bootsy Collins' armpits\n  We on some shit, throwin' banquets at $10, 000 a plate\n  Your girl's been over for hours, it's late\n  Time to... take her home, so we skate from the Chrome... Depot\n  In high school, they used to call me Chico\n  Back in '93, I was shakin' parties up\n  Lickin' off uzi clips in the air\n  Puttin' holes in the ozone layer - playa\n  Gangsta you're not, let me discuss\n  I think with my dick, so I'm always ready to bust\n\n  [Repeat Chorus:]\n\n  [Verse 3: ~Apathy~]\n  You're a waste of air; the kick, the bass, the snare, your face, your hair\n  I'ma tear apart whatever God placed you there\n  Prepare to have your domepiece spinnin' around\n  I'm pinnin' you down, face first, chin to the ground\n  I'm the reason why the cops walk the blocks with Glocks\n  Why the sun's hot and why your tongue locks when beats drop\n  The reason for the season change, the breezes, the rain\n  Hurricanes tearin' brains outta radar's range\n  Strange, eerie sounds under beds at night\n  Make heads spread with mics like the legs of dykes\n  I'm the prototype for Kawasaki motorbikes\n  Nagasaki blowin' mics, kamikaze sippin' saki\n  Nobody can stop me on my path of destruction\n  You rappers get sucked in and crushed in a massive abduction\n  You said you're large but you couldn't get a small part\n  In a commercial for Wal-Mart pushin' mall carts\n\n  [Repeat Chorus:]\n"},{"id":12478242,"name":"Y'all Ain't Good Enough","trackName":"Y'all Ain't Good Enough","artistName":"Apathy feat․ Celph Titled","albumName":"It's the Bootleg, Muthafuckas! 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Celph Titled:]\n[** Disc 1:]\n\n[Intro: ~Apathy~ {Celph Titled}]\nYa see...(What's cracka-latin'?)*\nThere's one thing you need to understand (And what's that?)\nDemigodz (Uh-huh)...are the most prestigious (Oh, no question)\nWhen Apathy approaches the throne (Word up, yeah)\nAll hail Caesar (You heard?)\n(Curt Cazal on the motherfuckin' track)\n(Apathetic and Celph Titled, we gon' do it like this)\n\n[Chorus: ~Celph Titled~]\nY'all niggaz wanna be thugs with nothin' to say?\n(Y'all ain't good enough)\nWe takin' ya pay\n(Y'all ain't good enough)\nGet outta my way\n(Y'all ain't good enough)\nY'all niggaz wanna be pimps, can't get no ass?\n(Y'all ain't good enough)\nYour trick and your cash\n(Y'all ain't good enough)\nWe movin' in fast\n(Y'all ain't good enough)\n\n[Verse 1: ~Apathy~]\nI'm liver than Thai weed for freaks, drive high speed through streets\nI could freestyle for weeks if they bangin' the beats\nI never sweat the opposition, my position is locked\nDifferent chickens are switchin' positions when lickin' the cock\nWhen hittin' skirts, I don't even need to drop a written verse\nFreestyle and have her legs open wide like givin' birth\nDon't let me start, 'cause I'll finish 'em off\nLike you tried to play Tiger Woods in miniature golf\nAdmit it, you lost, the minute you crossed the first tee\nVerse me? Rappers, the strength of Hercules couldn't hurt me\nY'all better dress in a Kevlar suit\n'Cause my clips make more hits than Neptunes' group\nAnd I spit gasoline, so the booth'll get doused\nThen ignited from the flames in the roof of my mouth\nWhen I write, it's like the brainwaves shoot to get out\nWhen you bite, I take aim like you're lootin' my house\n\n[Repeat Chorus:]\n\n[Verse 2: ~Celph Titled~]\nIt ain't a motherfucka rappin' like this, clappin' the fifth\nThey'll put your back in a twist and only empty half of the clip\nI spit but really never got nothin' to say\nEvery verse consist of curse words and plenty of gun spray\nBut I don't give a fuck, this is how I write rap flows\nYou probably listen to Common and rock them tight-ass clothes\nTry to change your image, you dudes be followin' hard shit\nWhile we bring more funk than Bootsy Collins' armpits\nWe on some shit, throwin' banquets at $10, 000 a plate\nYour girl's been over for hours, it's late\nTime to... take her home, so we skate from the Chrome... Depot\nIn high school, they used to call me Chico\nBack in '93, I was shakin' parties up\nLickin' off uzi clips in the air\nPuttin' holes in the ozone layer - playa\nGangsta you're not, let me discuss\nI think with my dick, so I'm always ready to bust\n\n[Repeat Chorus:]\n\n[Verse 3: ~Apathy~]\nYou're a waste of air; the kick, the bass, the snare, your face, your hair\nI'ma tear apart whatever God placed you there\nPrepare to have your domepiece spinnin' around\nI'm pinnin' you down, face first, chin to the ground\nI'm the reason why the cops walk the blocks with Glocks\nWhy the sun's hot and why your tongue locks when beats drop\nThe reason for the season change, the breezes, the rain\nHurricanes tearin' brains outta radar's range\nStrange, eerie sounds under beds at night\nMake heads spread with mics like the legs of dykes\nI'm the prototype for Kawasaki motorbikes\nNagasaki blowin' mics, kamikaze sippin' saki\nNobody can stop me on my path of destruction\nYou rappers get sucked in and crushed in a massive abduction\nYou said you're large but you couldn't get a small part\nIn a commercial for Wal-Mart pushin' mall carts\n\n[Repeat Chorus:]","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.21] (*Prod. by Curt Cazal)\n[00:01.26] [** feat. Celph Titled:]\n[00:01.68] [** Disc 1:]\n[00:02.27] [Intro: ~Apathy~ {Celph Titled}]\n[00:02.75] Ya see...(What's cracka-latin'?)*\n[00:05.03] There's one thing you need to understand (And what's that?)\n[00:07.44] Demigodz (Uh-huh)...are the most prestigious (Oh, no question)\n[00:12.10] When Apathy approaches the throne (Word up, yeah)\n[00:14.68] All hail Caesar (You heard?)\n[00:17.44] (Curt Cazal on the motherfuckin' track)\n[00:20.29] (Apathetic and Celph Titled, we gon' do it like this)\n[00:22.73] [Chorus: ~Celph Titled~]\n[00:23.58] Y'all niggaz wanna be thugs with nothin' to say?\n[00:25.31] (Y'all ain't good enough)\n[00:27.06] We takin' ya pay\n[00:28.15] (Y'all ain't good enough)\n[00:29.56] Get outta my way\n[00:30.72] (Y'all ain't good enough)\n[00:33.15] Y'all niggaz wanna be pimps, can't get no ass?\n[00:36.03] (Y'all ain't good enough)\n[00:37.62] Your trick and your cash\n[00:39.14] (Y'all ain't good enough)\n[00:40.20] We movin' in fast\n[00:41.60] (Y'all ain't good enough)\n[00:42.71] [Verse 1: ~Apathy~]\n[00:43.72] I'm liver than Thai weed for freaks, drive high speed through streets\n[00:46.73] I could freestyle for weeks if they bangin' the beats\n[00:48.49] I never sweat the opposition, my position is locked\n[00:52.08] Different chickens are switchin' positions when lickin' the cock\n[00:54.57] When hittin' skirts, I don't even need to drop a written verse\n[00:57.45] Freestyle and have her legs open wide like givin' birth\n[01:00.00] Don't let me start, 'cause I'll finish 'em off\n[01:02.93] Like you tried to play Tiger Woods in miniature golf\n[01:05.54] Admit it, you lost, the minute you crossed the first tee\n[01:08.36] Verse me? Rappers, the strength of Hercules couldn't hurt me\n[01:11.19] Y'all better dress in a Kevlar suit\n[01:13.78] 'Cause my clips make more hits than Neptunes' group\n[01:16.60] And I spit gasoline, so the booth'll get doused\n[01:19.19] Then ignited from the flames in the roof of my mouth\n[01:21.76] When I write, it's like the brainwaves shoot to get out\n[01:24.44] When you bite, I take aim like you're lootin' my house\n[01:26.79] [Repeat Chorus:]\n[01:46.79] [Verse 2: ~Celph Titled~]\n[01:48.33] It ain't a motherfucka rappin' like this, clappin' the fifth\n[01:51.20] They'll put your back in a twist and only empty half of the clip\n[01:54.16] I spit but really never got nothin' to say\n[01:56.59] Every verse consist of curse words and plenty of gun spray\n[01:59.27] But I don't give a fuck, this is how I write rap flows\n[02:02.09] You probably listen to Common and rock them tight-ass clothes\n[02:04.74] Try to change your image, you dudes be followin' hard shit\n[02:07.60] While we bring more funk than Bootsy Collins' armpits\n[02:10.01] We on some shit, throwin' banquets at $10, 000 a plate\n[02:13.49] Your girl's been over for hours, it's late\n[02:15.41] Time to... take her home, so we skate from the Chrome... Depot\n[02:18.13] In high school, they used to call me Chico\n[02:20.41] Back in '93, I was shakin' parties up\n[02:22.93] Lickin' off uzi clips in the air\n[02:24.65] Puttin' holes in the ozone layer - playa\n[02:26.70] Gangsta you're not, let me discuss\n[02:28.72] I think with my dick, so I'm always ready to bust\n[02:31.22] [Repeat Chorus:]\n[02:51.25] [Verse 3: ~Apathy~]\n[02:52.42] You're a waste of air; the kick, the bass, the snare, your face, your hair\n[02:55.96] I'ma tear apart whatever God placed you there\n[02:59.20] Prepare to have your domepiece spinnin' around\n[03:01.09] I'm pinnin' you down, face first, chin to the ground\n[03:03.15] I'm the reason why the cops walk the blocks with Glocks\n[03:06.08] Why the sun's hot and why your tongue locks when beats drop\n[03:08.89] The reason for the season change, the breezes, the rain\n[03:11.55] Hurricanes tearin' brains outta radar's range\n[03:14.44] Strange, eerie sounds under beds at night\n[03:16.64] Make heads spread with mics like the legs of dykes\n[03:19.34] I'm the prototype for Kawasaki motorbikes\n[03:21.94] Nagasaki blowin' mics, kamikaze sippin' saki\n[03:24.18] Nobody can stop me on my path of destruction\n[03:26.64] You rappers get sucked in and crushed in a massive abduction\n[03:30.21] You said you're large but you couldn't get a small part\n[03:32.77] In a commercial for Wal-Mart pushin' mall carts\n[03:35.82] [Repeat Chorus:]\n[03:54.32] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Y'all Ain't Good Enough\n  artist: Apathy feat․ Celph Titled\n  album: It's the Bootleg, Muthafuckas! 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Rappers, the strength of Hercules couldn't hurt me\n  start_ms: 68360\n  end_ms: 71190\n- text: Y'all better dress in a Kevlar suit\n  start_ms: 71190\n  end_ms: 73780\n- text: '''Cause my clips make more hits than Neptunes'' group'\n  start_ms: 73780\n  end_ms: 76600\n- text: And I spit gasoline, so the booth'll get doused\n  start_ms: 76600\n  end_ms: 79190\n- text: Then ignited from the flames in the roof of my mouth\n  start_ms: 79190\n  end_ms: 81760\n- text: When I write, it's like the brainwaves shoot to get out\n  start_ms: 81760\n  end_ms: 84440\n- text: When you bite, I take aim like you're lootin' my house\n  start_ms: 84440\n  end_ms: 86790\n- text: '[Repeat Chorus:]'\n  start_ms: 86790\n  end_ms: 106790\n- text: '[Verse 2: ~Celph Titled~]'\n  start_ms: 106790\n  end_ms: 108330\n- text: It ain't a motherfucka rappin' like this, clappin' the fifth\n  start_ms: 108330\n  end_ms: 111200\n- text: They'll put your back in a twist and only empty half of the clip\n  start_ms: 111200\n  end_ms: 114160\n- text: I spit but really never got nothin' to say\n  start_ms: 114160\n  end_ms: 116590\n- text: Every verse consist of curse words and plenty of gun spray\n  start_ms: 116590\n  end_ms: 119270\n- text: But I don't give a fuck, this is how I write rap flows\n  start_ms: 119270\n  end_ms: 122090\n- text: You probably listen to Common and rock them tight-ass clothes\n  start_ms: 122090\n  end_ms: 124740\n- text: Try to change your image, you dudes be followin' hard shit\n  start_ms: 124740\n  end_ms: 127600\n- text: While we bring more funk than Bootsy Collins' armpits\n  start_ms: 127600\n  end_ms: 130010\n- text: We on some shit, throwin' banquets at $10, 000 a plate\n  start_ms: 130010\n  end_ms: 133490\n- text: Your girl's been over for hours, it's late\n  start_ms: 133490\n  end_ms: 135410\n- text: Time to... take her home, so we skate from the Chrome... Depot\n  start_ms: 135410\n  end_ms: 138130\n- text: In high school, they used to call me Chico\n  start_ms: 138130\n  end_ms: 140410\n- text: Back in '93, I was shakin' parties up\n  start_ms: 140410\n  end_ms: 142930\n- text: Lickin' off uzi clips in the air\n  start_ms: 142930\n  end_ms: 144650\n- text: Puttin' holes in the ozone layer - playa\n  start_ms: 144650\n  end_ms: 146700\n- text: Gangsta you're not, let me discuss\n  start_ms: 146700\n  end_ms: 148720\n- text: I think with my dick, so I'm always ready to bust\n  start_ms: 148720\n  end_ms: 151220\n- text: '[Repeat Chorus:]'\n  start_ms: 151220\n  end_ms: 171250\n- text: '[Verse 3: ~Apathy~]'\n  start_ms: 171250\n  end_ms: 172420\n- text: You're a waste of air; the kick, the bass, the snare, your face, your hair\n  start_ms: 172420\n  end_ms: 175960\n- text: I'ma tear apart whatever God placed you there\n  start_ms: 175960\n  end_ms: 179200\n- text: Prepare to have your domepiece spinnin' around\n  start_ms: 179200\n  end_ms: 181090\n- text: I'm pinnin' you down, face first, chin to the ground\n  start_ms: 181090\n  end_ms: 183150\n- text: I'm the reason why the cops walk the blocks with Glocks\n  start_ms: 183150\n  end_ms: 186080\n- text: Why the sun's hot and why your tongue locks when beats drop\n  start_ms: 186080\n  end_ms: 188890\n- text: The reason for the season change, the breezes, the rain\n  start_ms: 188890\n  end_ms: 191550\n- text: Hurricanes tearin' brains outta radar's range\n  start_ms: 191550\n  end_ms: 194440\n- text: Strange, eerie sounds under beds at night\n  start_ms: 194440\n  end_ms: 196640\n- text: Make heads spread with mics like the legs of dykes\n  start_ms: 196640\n  end_ms: 199340\n- text: I'm the prototype for Kawasaki motorbikes\n  start_ms: 199340\n  end_ms: 201940\n- text: Nagasaki blowin' mics, kamikaze sippin' saki\n  start_ms: 201940\n  end_ms: 204180\n- text: Nobody can stop me on my path of destruction\n  start_ms: 204180\n  end_ms: 206640\n- text: You rappers get sucked in and crushed in a massive abduction\n  start_ms: 206640\n  end_ms: 210210\n- text: You said you're large but you couldn't get a small part\n  start_ms: 210210\n  end_ms: 212770\n- text: In a commercial for Wal-Mart pushin' mall carts\n  start_ms: 212770\n  end_ms: 215820\n- text: '[Repeat Chorus:]'\n  start_ms: 215820\n  end_ms: 234320\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 234320\nplain: |-\n  (*Prod. by Curt Cazal)\n  [** feat. Celph Titled:]\n  [** Disc 1:]\n\n  [Intro: ~Apathy~ {Celph Titled}]\n  Ya see...(What's cracka-latin'?)*\n  There's one thing you need to understand (And what's that?)\n  Demigodz (Uh-huh)...are the most prestigious (Oh, no question)\n  When Apathy approaches the throne (Word up, yeah)\n  All hail Caesar (You heard?)\n  (Curt Cazal on the motherfuckin' track)\n  (Apathetic and Celph Titled, we gon' do it like this)\n\n  [Chorus: ~Celph Titled~]\n  Y'all niggaz wanna be thugs with nothin' to say?\n  (Y'all ain't good enough)\n  We takin' ya pay\n  (Y'all ain't good enough)\n  Get outta my way\n  (Y'all ain't good enough)\n  Y'all niggaz wanna be pimps, can't get no ass?\n  (Y'all ain't good enough)\n  Your trick and your cash\n  (Y'all ain't good enough)\n  We movin' in fast\n  (Y'all ain't good enough)\n\n  [Verse 1: ~Apathy~]\n  I'm liver than Thai weed for freaks, drive high speed through streets\n  I could freestyle for weeks if they bangin' the beats\n  I never sweat the opposition, my position is locked\n  Different chickens are switchin' positions when lickin' the cock\n  When hittin' skirts, I don't even need to drop a written verse\n  Freestyle and have her legs open wide like givin' birth\n  Don't let me start, 'cause I'll finish 'em off\n  Like you tried to play Tiger Woods in miniature golf\n  Admit it, you lost, the minute you crossed the first tee\n  Verse me? Rappers, the strength of Hercules couldn't hurt me\n  Y'all better dress in a Kevlar suit\n  'Cause my clips make more hits than Neptunes' group\n  And I spit gasoline, so the booth'll get doused\n  Then ignited from the flames in the roof of my mouth\n  When I write, it's like the brainwaves shoot to get out\n  When you bite, I take aim like you're lootin' my house\n\n  [Repeat Chorus:]\n\n  [Verse 2: ~Celph Titled~]\n  It ain't a motherfucka rappin' like this, clappin' the fifth\n  They'll put your back in a twist and only empty half of the clip\n  I spit but really never got nothin' to say\n  Every verse consist of curse words and plenty of gun spray\n  But I don't give a fuck, this is how I write rap flows\n  You probably listen to Common and rock them tight-ass clothes\n  Try to change your image, you dudes be followin' hard shit\n  While we bring more funk than Bootsy Collins' armpits\n  We on some shit, throwin' banquets at $10, 000 a plate\n  Your girl's been over for hours, it's late\n  Time to... take her home, so we skate from the Chrome... Depot\n  In high school, they used to call me Chico\n  Back in '93, I was shakin' parties up\n  Lickin' off uzi clips in the air\n  Puttin' holes in the ozone layer - playa\n  Gangsta you're not, let me discuss\n  I think with my dick, so I'm always ready to bust\n\n  [Repeat Chorus:]\n\n  [Verse 3: ~Apathy~]\n  You're a waste of air; the kick, the bass, the snare, your face, your hair\n  I'ma tear apart whatever God placed you there\n  Prepare to have your domepiece spinnin' around\n  I'm pinnin' you down, face first, chin to the ground\n  I'm the reason why the cops walk the blocks with Glocks\n  Why the sun's hot and why your tongue locks when beats drop\n  The reason for the season change, the breezes, the rain\n  Hurricanes tearin' brains outta radar's range\n  Strange, eerie sounds under beds at night\n  Make heads spread with mics like the legs of dykes\n  I'm the prototype for Kawasaki motorbikes\n  Nagasaki blowin' mics, kamikaze sippin' saki\n  Nobody can stop me on my path of destruction\n  You rappers get sucked in and crushed in a massive abduction\n  You said you're large but you couldn't get a small part\n  In a commercial for Wal-Mart pushin' mall carts\n\n  [Repeat Chorus:]\n"},{"id":31320887,"name":"Y'all Ain't Good Enough (Feat. 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Celph Titled:]\n[** Disc 1:]\n\n[Intro: ~Apathy~ {Celph Titled}]\nYa see...(What's cracka-latin'?)*\nThere's one thing you need to understand (And what's that?)\nDemigodz (Uh-huh)...are the most prestigious (Oh, no question)\nWhen Apathy approaches the throne (Word up, yeah)\nAll hail Caesar (You heard?)\n(Curt Cazal on the motherfuckin' track)\n(Apathetic and Celph Titled, we gon' do it like this)\n\n[Chorus: ~Celph Titled~]\nY'all niggaz wanna be thugs with nothin' to say?\n(Y'all ain't good enough)\nWe takin' ya pay\n(Y'all ain't good enough)\nGet outta my way\n(Y'all ain't good enough)\nY'all niggaz wanna be pimps, can't get no ass?\n(Y'all ain't good enough)\nYour trick and your cash\n(Y'all ain't good enough)\nWe movin' in fast\n(Y'all ain't good enough)\n\n[Verse 1: ~Apathy~]\nI'm liver than Thai weed for freaks, drive high speed through streets\nI could freestyle for weeks if they bangin' the beats\nI never sweat the opposition, my position is locked\nDifferent chickens are switchin' positions when lickin' the cock\nWhen hittin' skirts, I don't even need to drop a written verse\nFreestyle and have her legs open wide like givin' birth\nDon't let me start, 'cause I'll finish 'em off\nLike you tried to play Tiger Woods in miniature golf\nAdmit it, you lost, the minute you crossed the first tee\nVerse me? Rappers, the strength of Hercules couldn't hurt me\nY'all better dress in a Kevlar suit\n'Cause my clips make more hits than Neptunes' group\nAnd I spit gasoline, so the booth'll get doused\nThen ignited from the flames in the roof of my mouth\nWhen I write, it's like the brainwaves shoot to get out\nWhen you bite, I take aim like you're lootin' my house\n\n[Repeat Chorus:]\n\n[Verse 2: ~Celph Titled~]\nIt ain't a motherfucka rappin' like this, clappin' the fifth\nThey'll put your back in a twist and only empty half of the clip\nI spit but really never got nothin' to say\nEvery verse consist of curse words and plenty of gun spray\nBut I don't give a fuck, this is how I write rap flows\nYou probably listen to Common and rock them tight-ass clothes\nTry to change your image, you dudes be followin' hard shit\nWhile we bring more funk than Bootsy Collins' armpits\nWe on some shit, throwin' banquets at $10, 000 a plate\nYour girl's been over for hours, it's late\nTime to... take her home, so we skate from the Chrome... Depot\nIn high school, they used to call me Chico\nBack in '93, I was shakin' parties up\nLickin' off uzi clips in the air\nPuttin' holes in the ozone layer - playa\nGangsta you're not, let me discuss\nI think with my dick, so I'm always ready to bust\n\n[Repeat Chorus:]\n\n[Verse 3: ~Apathy~]\nYou're a waste of air; the kick, the bass, the snare, your face, your hair\nI'ma tear apart whatever God placed you there\nPrepare to have your domepiece spinnin' around\nI'm pinnin' you down, face first, chin to the ground\nI'm the reason why the cops walk the blocks with Glocks\nWhy the sun's hot and why your tongue locks when beats drop\nThe reason for the season change, the breezes, the rain\nHurricanes tearin' brains outta radar's range\nStrange, eerie sounds under beds at night\nMake heads spread with mics like the legs of dykes\nI'm the prototype for Kawasaki motorbikes\nNagasaki blowin' mics, kamikaze sippin' saki\nNobody can stop me on my path of destruction\nYou rappers get sucked in and crushed in a massive abduction\nYou said you're large but you couldn't get a small part\nIn a commercial for Wal-Mart pushin' mall carts\n\n[Repeat Chorus:]","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.21] (*Prod. by Curt Cazal)\n[00:01.26] [** feat. Celph Titled:]\n[00:01.68] [** Disc 1:]\n[00:02.27] [Intro: ~Apathy~ {Celph Titled}]\n[00:02.75] Ya see...(What's cracka-latin'?)*\n[00:05.03] There's one thing you need to understand (And what's that?)\n[00:07.44] Demigodz (Uh-huh)...are the most prestigious (Oh, no question)\n[00:12.10] When Apathy approaches the throne (Word up, yeah)\n[00:14.68] All hail Caesar (You heard?)\n[00:17.44] (Curt Cazal on the motherfuckin' track)\n[00:20.29] (Apathetic and Celph Titled, we gon' do it like this)\n[00:22.73] [Chorus: ~Celph Titled~]\n[00:23.58] Y'all niggaz wanna be thugs with nothin' to say?\n[00:25.31] (Y'all ain't good enough)\n[00:27.06] We takin' ya pay\n[00:28.15] (Y'all ain't good enough)\n[00:29.56] Get outta my way\n[00:30.72] (Y'all ain't good enough)\n[00:33.15] Y'all niggaz wanna be pimps, can't get no ass?\n[00:36.03] (Y'all ain't good enough)\n[00:37.62] Your trick and your cash\n[00:39.14] (Y'all ain't good enough)\n[00:40.20] We movin' in fast\n[00:41.60] (Y'all ain't good enough)\n[00:42.71] [Verse 1: ~Apathy~]\n[00:43.72] I'm liver than Thai weed for freaks, drive high speed through streets\n[00:46.73] I could freestyle for weeks if they bangin' the beats\n[00:48.49] I never sweat the opposition, my position is locked\n[00:52.08] Different chickens are switchin' positions when lickin' the cock\n[00:54.57] When hittin' skirts, I don't even need to drop a written verse\n[00:57.45] Freestyle and have her legs open wide like givin' birth\n[01:00.00] Don't let me start, 'cause I'll finish 'em off\n[01:02.93] Like you tried to play Tiger Woods in miniature golf\n[01:05.54] Admit it, you lost, the minute you crossed the first tee\n[01:08.36] Verse me? Rappers, the strength of Hercules couldn't hurt me\n[01:11.19] Y'all better dress in a Kevlar suit\n[01:13.78] 'Cause my clips make more hits than Neptunes' group\n[01:16.60] And I spit gasoline, so the booth'll get doused\n[01:19.19] Then ignited from the flames in the roof of my mouth\n[01:21.76] When I write, it's like the brainwaves shoot to get out\n[01:24.44] When you bite, I take aim like you're lootin' my house\n[01:26.79] [Repeat Chorus:]\n[01:46.79] [Verse 2: ~Celph Titled~]\n[01:48.33] It ain't a motherfucka rappin' like this, clappin' the fifth\n[01:51.20] They'll put your back in a twist and only empty half of the clip\n[01:54.16] I spit but really never got nothin' to say\n[01:56.59] Every verse consist of curse words and plenty of gun spray\n[01:59.27] But I don't give a fuck, this is how I write rap flows\n[02:02.09] You probably listen to Common and rock them tight-ass clothes\n[02:04.74] Try to change your image, you dudes be followin' hard shit\n[02:07.60] While we bring more funk than Bootsy Collins' armpits\n[02:10.01] We on some shit, throwin' banquets at $10, 000 a plate\n[02:13.49] Your girl's been over for hours, it's late\n[02:15.41] Time to... take her home, so we skate from the Chrome... Depot\n[02:18.13] In high school, they used to call me Chico\n[02:20.41] Back in '93, I was shakin' parties up\n[02:22.93] Lickin' off uzi clips in the air\n[02:24.65] Puttin' holes in the ozone layer - playa\n[02:26.70] Gangsta you're not, let me discuss\n[02:28.72] I think with my dick, so I'm always ready to bust\n[02:31.22] [Repeat Chorus:]\n[02:51.25] [Verse 3: ~Apathy~]\n[02:52.42] You're a waste of air; the kick, the bass, the snare, your face, your hair\n[02:55.96] I'ma tear apart whatever God placed you there\n[02:59.20] Prepare to have your domepiece spinnin' around\n[03:01.09] I'm pinnin' you down, face first, chin to the ground\n[03:03.15] I'm the reason why the cops walk the blocks with Glocks\n[03:06.08] Why the sun's hot and why your tongue locks when beats drop\n[03:08.89] The reason for the season change, the breezes, the rain\n[03:11.55] Hurricanes tearin' brains outta radar's range\n[03:14.44] Strange, eerie sounds under beds at night\n[03:16.64] Make heads spread with mics like the legs of dykes\n[03:19.34] I'm the prototype for Kawasaki motorbikes\n[03:21.94] Nagasaki blowin' mics, kamikaze sippin' saki\n[03:24.18] Nobody can stop me on my path of destruction\n[03:26.64] You rappers get sucked in and crushed in a massive abduction\n[03:30.21] You said you're large but you couldn't get a small part\n[03:32.77] In a commercial for Wal-Mart pushin' mall carts\n[03:35.82] [Repeat Chorus:]\n[03:54.32] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Y'all Ain't Good Enough (Feat. 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Rappers, the strength of Hercules couldn't hurt me\n  Y'all better dress in a Kevlar suit\n  'Cause my clips make more hits than Neptunes' group\n  And I spit gasoline, so the booth'll get doused\n  Then ignited from the flames in the roof of my mouth\n  When I write, it's like the brainwaves shoot to get out\n  When you bite, I take aim like you're lootin' my house\n\n  [Repeat Chorus:]\n\n  [Verse 2: ~Celph Titled~]\n  It ain't a motherfucka rappin' like this, clappin' the fifth\n  They'll put your back in a twist and only empty half of the clip\n  I spit but really never got nothin' to say\n  Every verse consist of curse words and plenty of gun spray\n  But I don't give a fuck, this is how I write rap flows\n  You probably listen to Common and rock them tight-ass clothes\n  Try to change your image, you dudes be followin' hard shit\n  While we bring more funk than Bootsy Collins' armpits\n  We on some shit, throwin' banquets at $10, 000 a plate\n  Your girl's been over for hours, it's late\n  Time to... take her home, so we skate from the Chrome... Depot\n  In high school, they used to call me Chico\n  Back in '93, I was shakin' parties up\n  Lickin' off uzi clips in the air\n  Puttin' holes in the ozone layer - playa\n  Gangsta you're not, let me discuss\n  I think with my dick, so I'm always ready to bust\n\n  [Repeat Chorus:]\n\n  [Verse 3: ~Apathy~]\n  You're a waste of air; the kick, the bass, the snare, your face, your hair\n  I'ma tear apart whatever God placed you there\n  Prepare to have your domepiece spinnin' around\n  I'm pinnin' you down, face first, chin to the ground\n  I'm the reason why the cops walk the blocks with Glocks\n  Why the sun's hot and why your tongue locks when beats drop\n  The reason for the season change, the breezes, the rain\n  Hurricanes tearin' brains outta radar's range\n  Strange, eerie sounds under beds at night\n  Make heads spread with mics like the legs of dykes\n  I'm the prototype for Kawasaki motorbikes\n  Nagasaki blowin' mics, kamikaze sippin' saki\n  Nobody can stop me on my path of destruction\n  You rappers get sucked in and crushed in a massive abduction\n  You said you're large but you couldn't get a small part\n  In a commercial for Wal-Mart pushin' mall carts\n\n  [Repeat Chorus:]\n"},{"id":14307204,"name":"Yall Ain't Good Enough (feat. 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Celph Titled:]\n[** Disc 1:]\n\n[Intro: ~Apathy~ {Celph Titled}]\nYa see...(What's cracka-latin'?)*\nThere's one thing you need to understand (And what's that?)\nDemigodz (Uh-huh)...are the most prestigious (Oh, no question)\nWhen Apathy approaches the throne (Word up, yeah)\nAll hail Caesar (You heard?)\n(Curt Cazal on the motherfuckin' track)\n(Apathetic and Celph Titled, we gon' do it like this)\n\n[Chorus: ~Celph Titled~]\nY'all niggaz wanna be thugs with nothin' to say?\n(Y'all ain't good enough)\nWe takin' ya pay\n(Y'all ain't good enough)\nGet outta my way\n(Y'all ain't good enough)\nY'all niggaz wanna be pimps, can't get no ass?\n(Y'all ain't good enough)\nYour trick and your cash\n(Y'all ain't good enough)\nWe movin' in fast\n(Y'all ain't good enough)\n\n[Verse 1: ~Apathy~]\nI'm liver than Thai weed for freaks, drive high speed through streets\nI could freestyle for weeks if they bangin' the beats\nI never sweat the opposition, my position is locked\nDifferent chickens are switchin' positions when lickin' the cock\nWhen hittin' skirts, I don't even need to drop a written verse\nFreestyle and have her legs open wide like givin' birth\nDon't let me start, 'cause I'll finish 'em off\nLike you tried to play Tiger Woods in miniature golf\nAdmit it, you lost, the minute you crossed the first tee\nVerse me? Rappers, the strength of Hercules couldn't hurt me\nY'all better dress in a Kevlar suit\n'Cause my clips make more hits than Neptunes' group\nAnd I spit gasoline, so the booth'll get doused\nThen ignited from the flames in the roof of my mouth\nWhen I write, it's like the brainwaves shoot to get out\nWhen you bite, I take aim like you're lootin' my house\n\n[Repeat Chorus:]\n\n[Verse 2: ~Celph Titled~]\nIt ain't a motherfucka rappin' like this, clappin' the fifth\nThey'll put your back in a twist and only empty half of the clip\nI spit but really never got nothin' to say\nEvery verse consist of curse words and plenty of gun spray\nBut I don't give a fuck, this is how I write rap flows\nYou probably listen to Common and rock them tight-ass clothes\nTry to change your image, you dudes be followin' hard shit\nWhile we bring more funk than Bootsy Collins' armpits\nWe on some shit, throwin' banquets at $10, 000 a plate\nYour girl's been over for hours, it's late\nTime to... take her home, so we skate from the Chrome... Depot\nIn high school, they used to call me Chico\nBack in '93, I was shakin' parties up\nLickin' off uzi clips in the air\nPuttin' holes in the ozone layer - playa\nGangsta you're not, let me discuss\nI think with my dick, so I'm always ready to bust\n\n[Repeat Chorus:]\n\n[Verse 3: ~Apathy~]\nYou're a waste of air; the kick, the bass, the snare, your face, your hair\nI'ma tear apart whatever God placed you there\nPrepare to have your domepiece spinnin' around\nI'm pinnin' you down, face first, chin to the ground\nI'm the reason why the cops walk the blocks with Glocks\nWhy the sun's hot and why your tongue locks when beats drop\nThe reason for the season change, the breezes, the rain\nHurricanes tearin' brains outta radar's range\nStrange, eerie sounds under beds at night\nMake heads spread with mics like the legs of dykes\nI'm the prototype for Kawasaki motorbikes\nNagasaki blowin' mics, kamikaze sippin' saki\nNobody can stop me on my path of destruction\nYou rappers get sucked in and crushed in a massive abduction\nYou said you're large but you couldn't get a small part\nIn a commercial for Wal-Mart pushin' mall carts\n\n[Repeat Chorus:]","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.21] (*Prod. by Curt Cazal)\n[00:01.26] [** feat. Celph Titled:]\n[00:01.68] [** Disc 1:]\n[00:02.27] [Intro: ~Apathy~ {Celph Titled}]\n[00:02.75] Ya see...(What's cracka-latin'?)*\n[00:05.03] There's one thing you need to understand (And what's that?)\n[00:07.44] Demigodz (Uh-huh)...are the most prestigious (Oh, no question)\n[00:12.10] When Apathy approaches the throne (Word up, yeah)\n[00:14.68] All hail Caesar (You heard?)\n[00:17.44] (Curt Cazal on the motherfuckin' track)\n[00:20.29] (Apathetic and Celph Titled, we gon' do it like this)\n[00:22.73] [Chorus: ~Celph Titled~]\n[00:23.58] Y'all niggaz wanna be thugs with nothin' to say?\n[00:25.31] (Y'all ain't good enough)\n[00:27.06] We takin' ya pay\n[00:28.15] (Y'all ain't good enough)\n[00:29.56] Get outta my way\n[00:30.72] (Y'all ain't good enough)\n[00:33.15] Y'all niggaz wanna be pimps, can't get no ass?\n[00:36.03] (Y'all ain't good enough)\n[00:37.62] Your trick and your cash\n[00:39.14] (Y'all ain't good enough)\n[00:40.20] We movin' in fast\n[00:41.60] (Y'all ain't good enough)\n[00:42.71] [Verse 1: ~Apathy~]\n[00:43.72] I'm liver than Thai weed for freaks, drive high speed through streets\n[00:46.73] I could freestyle for weeks if they bangin' the beats\n[00:48.49] I never sweat the opposition, my position is locked\n[00:52.08] Different chickens are switchin' positions when lickin' the cock\n[00:54.57] When hittin' skirts, I don't even need to drop a written verse\n[00:57.45] Freestyle and have her legs open wide like givin' birth\n[01:00.00] Don't let me start, 'cause I'll finish 'em off\n[01:02.93] Like you tried to play Tiger Woods in miniature golf\n[01:05.54] Admit it, you lost, the minute you crossed the first tee\n[01:08.36] Verse me? Rappers, the strength of Hercules couldn't hurt me\n[01:11.19] Y'all better dress in a Kevlar suit\n[01:13.78] 'Cause my clips make more hits than Neptunes' group\n[01:16.60] And I spit gasoline, so the booth'll get doused\n[01:19.19] Then ignited from the flames in the roof of my mouth\n[01:21.76] When I write, it's like the brainwaves shoot to get out\n[01:24.44] When you bite, I take aim like you're lootin' my house\n[01:26.79] [Repeat Chorus:]\n[01:46.79] [Verse 2: ~Celph Titled~]\n[01:48.33] It ain't a motherfucka rappin' like this, clappin' the fifth\n[01:51.20] They'll put your back in a twist and only empty half of the clip\n[01:54.16] I spit but really never got nothin' to say\n[01:56.59] Every verse consist of curse words and plenty of gun spray\n[01:59.27] But I don't give a fuck, this is how I write rap flows\n[02:02.09] You probably listen to Common and rock them tight-ass clothes\n[02:04.74] Try to change your image, you dudes be followin' hard shit\n[02:07.60] While we bring more funk than Bootsy Collins' armpits\n[02:10.01] We on some shit, throwin' banquets at $10, 000 a plate\n[02:13.49] Your girl's been over for hours, it's late\n[02:15.41] Time to... take her home, so we skate from the Chrome... Depot\n[02:18.13] In high school, they used to call me Chico\n[02:20.41] Back in '93, I was shakin' parties up\n[02:22.93] Lickin' off uzi clips in the air\n[02:24.65] Puttin' holes in the ozone layer - playa\n[02:26.70] Gangsta you're not, let me discuss\n[02:28.72] I think with my dick, so I'm always ready to bust\n[02:31.22] [Repeat Chorus:]\n[02:51.25] [Verse 3: ~Apathy~]\n[02:52.42] You're a waste of air; the kick, the bass, the snare, your face, your hair\n[02:55.96] I'ma tear apart whatever God placed you there\n[02:59.20] Prepare to have your domepiece spinnin' around\n[03:01.09] I'm pinnin' you down, face first, chin to the ground\n[03:03.15] I'm the reason why the cops walk the blocks with Glocks\n[03:06.08] Why the sun's hot and why your tongue locks when beats drop\n[03:08.89] The reason for the season change, the breezes, the rain\n[03:11.55] Hurricanes tearin' brains outta radar's range\n[03:14.44] Strange, eerie sounds under beds at night\n[03:16.64] Make heads spread with mics like the legs of dykes\n[03:19.34] I'm the prototype for Kawasaki motorbikes\n[03:21.94] Nagasaki blowin' mics, kamikaze sippin' saki\n[03:24.18] Nobody can stop me on my path of destruction\n[03:26.64] You rappers get sucked in and crushed in a massive abduction\n[03:30.21] You said you're large but you couldn't get a small part\n[03:32.77] In a commercial for Wal-Mart pushin' mall carts\n[03:35.82] [Repeat Chorus:]\n[03:54.32] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Yall Ain't Good Enough (feat. 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Rappers, the strength of Hercules couldn't hurt me\n  Y'all better dress in a Kevlar suit\n  'Cause my clips make more hits than Neptunes' group\n  And I spit gasoline, so the booth'll get doused\n  Then ignited from the flames in the roof of my mouth\n  When I write, it's like the brainwaves shoot to get out\n  When you bite, I take aim like you're lootin' my house\n\n  [Repeat Chorus:]\n\n  [Verse 2: ~Celph Titled~]\n  It ain't a motherfucka rappin' like this, clappin' the fifth\n  They'll put your back in a twist and only empty half of the clip\n  I spit but really never got nothin' to say\n  Every verse consist of curse words and plenty of gun spray\n  But I don't give a fuck, this is how I write rap flows\n  You probably listen to Common and rock them tight-ass clothes\n  Try to change your image, you dudes be followin' hard shit\n  While we bring more funk than Bootsy Collins' armpits\n  We on some shit, throwin' banquets at $10, 000 a plate\n  Your girl's been over for hours, it's late\n  Time to... take her home, so we skate from the Chrome... Depot\n  In high school, they used to call me Chico\n  Back in '93, I was shakin' parties up\n  Lickin' off uzi clips in the air\n  Puttin' holes in the ozone layer - playa\n  Gangsta you're not, let me discuss\n  I think with my dick, so I'm always ready to bust\n\n  [Repeat Chorus:]\n\n  [Verse 3: ~Apathy~]\n  You're a waste of air; the kick, the bass, the snare, your face, your hair\n  I'ma tear apart whatever God placed you there\n  Prepare to have your domepiece spinnin' around\n  I'm pinnin' you down, face first, chin to the ground\n  I'm the reason why the cops walk the blocks with Glocks\n  Why the sun's hot and why your tongue locks when beats drop\n  The reason for the season change, the breezes, the rain\n  Hurricanes tearin' brains outta radar's range\n  Strange, eerie sounds under beds at night\n  Make heads spread with mics like the legs of dykes\n  I'm the prototype for Kawasaki motorbikes\n  Nagasaki blowin' mics, kamikaze sippin' saki\n  Nobody can stop me on my path of destruction\n  You rappers get sucked in and crushed in a massive abduction\n  You said you're large but you couldn't get a small part\n  In a commercial for Wal-Mart pushin' mall carts\n\n  [Repeat Chorus:]\n"},{"id":21706255,"name":"Y'all Ain't Good Enough (feat. 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Celph Titled:]\n[** Disc 1:]\n\n[Intro: ~Apathy~ {Celph Titled}]\nYa see...(What's cracka-latin'?)*\nThere's one thing you need to understand (And what's that?)\nDemigodz (Uh-huh)...are the most prestigious (Oh, no question)\nWhen Apathy approaches the throne (Word up, yeah)\nAll hail Caesar (You heard?)\n(Curt Cazal on the motherfuckin' track)\n(Apathetic and Celph Titled, we gon' do it like this)\n\n[Chorus: ~Celph Titled~]\nY'all niggaz wanna be thugs with nothin' to say?\n(Y'all ain't good enough)\nWe takin' ya pay\n(Y'all ain't good enough)\nGet outta my way\n(Y'all ain't good enough)\nY'all niggaz wanna be pimps, can't get no ass?\n(Y'all ain't good enough)\nYour trick and your cash\n(Y'all ain't good enough)\nWe movin' in fast\n(Y'all ain't good enough)\n\n[Verse 1: ~Apathy~]\nI'm liver than Thai weed for freaks, drive high speed through streets\nI could freestyle for weeks if they bangin' the beats\nI never sweat the opposition, my position is locked\nDifferent chickens are switchin' positions when lickin' the cock\nWhen hittin' skirts, I don't even need to drop a written verse\nFreestyle and have her legs open wide like givin' birth\nDon't let me start, 'cause I'll finish 'em off\nLike you tried to play Tiger Woods in miniature golf\nAdmit it, you lost, the minute you crossed the first tee\nVerse me? Rappers, the strength of Hercules couldn't hurt me\nY'all better dress in a Kevlar suit\n'Cause my clips make more hits than Neptunes' group\nAnd I spit gasoline, so the booth'll get doused\nThen ignited from the flames in the roof of my mouth\nWhen I write, it's like the brainwaves shoot to get out\nWhen you bite, I take aim like you're lootin' my house\n\n[Repeat Chorus:]\n\n[Verse 2: ~Celph Titled~]\nIt ain't a motherfucka rappin' like this, clappin' the fifth\nThey'll put your back in a twist and only empty half of the clip\nI spit but really never got nothin' to say\nEvery verse consist of curse words and plenty of gun spray\nBut I don't give a fuck, this is how I write rap flows\nYou probably listen to Common and rock them tight-ass clothes\nTry to change your image, you dudes be followin' hard shit\nWhile we bring more funk than Bootsy Collins' armpits\nWe on some shit, throwin' banquets at $10, 000 a plate\nYour girl's been over for hours, it's late\nTime to... take her home, so we skate from the Chrome... Depot\nIn high school, they used to call me Chico\nBack in '93, I was shakin' parties up\nLickin' off uzi clips in the air\nPuttin' holes in the ozone layer - playa\nGangsta you're not, let me discuss\nI think with my dick, so I'm always ready to bust\n\n[Repeat Chorus:]\n\n[Verse 3: ~Apathy~]\nYou're a waste of air; the kick, the bass, the snare, your face, your hair\nI'ma tear apart whatever God placed you there\nPrepare to have your domepiece spinnin' around\nI'm pinnin' you down, face first, chin to the ground\nI'm the reason why the cops walk the blocks with Glocks\nWhy the sun's hot and why your tongue locks when beats drop\nThe reason for the season change, the breezes, the rain\nHurricanes tearin' brains outta radar's range\nStrange, eerie sounds under beds at night\nMake heads spread with mics like the legs of dykes\nI'm the prototype for Kawasaki motorbikes\nNagasaki blowin' mics, kamikaze sippin' saki\nNobody can stop me on my path of destruction\nYou rappers get sucked in and crushed in a massive abduction\nYou said you're large but you couldn't get a small part\nIn a commercial for Wal-Mart pushin' mall carts\n\n[Repeat Chorus:]","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.21] (*Prod. by Curt Cazal)\n[00:01.26] [** feat. Celph Titled:]\n[00:01.68] [** Disc 1:]\n[00:02.27] [Intro: ~Apathy~ {Celph Titled}]\n[00:02.75] Ya see...(What's cracka-latin'?)*\n[00:05.03] There's one thing you need to understand (And what's that?)\n[00:07.44] Demigodz (Uh-huh)...are the most prestigious (Oh, no question)\n[00:12.10] When Apathy approaches the throne (Word up, yeah)\n[00:14.68] All hail Caesar (You heard?)\n[00:17.44] (Curt Cazal on the motherfuckin' track)\n[00:20.29] (Apathetic and Celph Titled, we gon' do it like this)\n[00:22.73] [Chorus: ~Celph Titled~]\n[00:23.58] Y'all niggaz wanna be thugs with nothin' to say?\n[00:25.31] (Y'all ain't good enough)\n[00:27.06] We takin' ya pay\n[00:28.15] (Y'all ain't good enough)\n[00:29.56] Get outta my way\n[00:30.72] (Y'all ain't good enough)\n[00:33.15] Y'all niggaz wanna be pimps, can't get no ass?\n[00:36.03] (Y'all ain't good enough)\n[00:37.62] Your trick and your cash\n[00:39.14] (Y'all ain't good enough)\n[00:40.20] We movin' in fast\n[00:41.60] (Y'all ain't good enough)\n[00:42.71] [Verse 1: ~Apathy~]\n[00:43.72] I'm liver than Thai weed for freaks, drive high speed through streets\n[00:46.73] I could freestyle for weeks if they bangin' the beats\n[00:48.49] I never sweat the opposition, my position is locked\n[00:52.08] Different chickens are switchin' positions when lickin' the cock\n[00:54.57] When hittin' skirts, I don't even need to drop a written verse\n[00:57.45] Freestyle and have her legs open wide like givin' birth\n[01:00.00] Don't let me start, 'cause I'll finish 'em off\n[01:02.93] Like you tried to play Tiger Woods in miniature golf\n[01:05.54] Admit it, you lost, the minute you crossed the first tee\n[01:08.36] Verse me? Rappers, the strength of Hercules couldn't hurt me\n[01:11.19] Y'all better dress in a Kevlar suit\n[01:13.78] 'Cause my clips make more hits than Neptunes' group\n[01:16.60] And I spit gasoline, so the booth'll get doused\n[01:19.19] Then ignited from the flames in the roof of my mouth\n[01:21.76] When I write, it's like the brainwaves shoot to get out\n[01:24.44] When you bite, I take aim like you're lootin' my house\n[01:26.79] [Repeat Chorus:]\n[01:46.79] [Verse 2: ~Celph Titled~]\n[01:48.33] It ain't a motherfucka rappin' like this, clappin' the fifth\n[01:51.20] They'll put your back in a twist and only empty half of the clip\n[01:54.16] I spit but really never got nothin' to say\n[01:56.59] Every verse consist of curse words and plenty of gun spray\n[01:59.27] But I don't give a fuck, this is how I write rap flows\n[02:02.09] You probably listen to Common and rock them tight-ass clothes\n[02:04.74] Try to change your image, you dudes be followin' hard shit\n[02:07.60] While we bring more funk than Bootsy Collins' armpits\n[02:10.01] We on some shit, throwin' banquets at $10, 000 a plate\n[02:13.49] Your girl's been over for hours, it's late\n[02:15.41] Time to... take her home, so we skate from the Chrome... Depot\n[02:18.13] In high school, they used to call me Chico\n[02:20.41] Back in '93, I was shakin' parties up\n[02:22.93] Lickin' off uzi clips in the air\n[02:24.65] Puttin' holes in the ozone layer - playa\n[02:26.70] Gangsta you're not, let me discuss\n[02:28.72] I think with my dick, so I'm always ready to bust\n[02:31.22] [Repeat Chorus:]\n[02:51.25] [Verse 3: ~Apathy~]\n[02:52.42] You're a waste of air; the kick, the bass, the snare, your face, your hair\n[02:55.96] I'ma tear apart whatever God placed you there\n[02:59.20] Prepare to have your domepiece spinnin' around\n[03:01.09] I'm pinnin' you down, face first, chin to the ground\n[03:03.15] I'm the reason why the cops walk the blocks with Glocks\n[03:06.08] Why the sun's hot and why your tongue locks when beats drop\n[03:08.89] The reason for the season change, the breezes, the rain\n[03:11.55] Hurricanes tearin' brains outta radar's range\n[03:14.44] Strange, eerie sounds under beds at night\n[03:16.64] Make heads spread with mics like the legs of dykes\n[03:19.34] I'm the prototype for Kawasaki motorbikes\n[03:21.94] Nagasaki blowin' mics, kamikaze sippin' saki\n[03:24.18] Nobody can stop me on my path of destruction\n[03:26.64] You rappers get sucked in and crushed in a massive abduction\n[03:30.21] You said you're large but you couldn't get a small part\n[03:32.77] In a commercial for Wal-Mart pushin' mall carts\n[03:35.82] [Repeat Chorus:]\n[03:54.32] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Y'all Ain't Good Enough (feat. 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Rappers, the strength of Hercules couldn't hurt me\n  Y'all better dress in a Kevlar suit\n  'Cause my clips make more hits than Neptunes' group\n  And I spit gasoline, so the booth'll get doused\n  Then ignited from the flames in the roof of my mouth\n  When I write, it's like the brainwaves shoot to get out\n  When you bite, I take aim like you're lootin' my house\n\n  [Repeat Chorus:]\n\n  [Verse 2: ~Celph Titled~]\n  It ain't a motherfucka rappin' like this, clappin' the fifth\n  They'll put your back in a twist and only empty half of the clip\n  I spit but really never got nothin' to say\n  Every verse consist of curse words and plenty of gun spray\n  But I don't give a fuck, this is how I write rap flows\n  You probably listen to Common and rock them tight-ass clothes\n  Try to change your image, you dudes be followin' hard shit\n  While we bring more funk than Bootsy Collins' armpits\n  We on some shit, throwin' banquets at $10, 000 a plate\n  Your girl's been over for hours, it's late\n  Time to... take her home, so we skate from the Chrome... Depot\n  In high school, they used to call me Chico\n  Back in '93, I was shakin' parties up\n  Lickin' off uzi clips in the air\n  Puttin' holes in the ozone layer - playa\n  Gangsta you're not, let me discuss\n  I think with my dick, so I'm always ready to bust\n\n  [Repeat Chorus:]\n\n  [Verse 3: ~Apathy~]\n  You're a waste of air; the kick, the bass, the snare, your face, your hair\n  I'ma tear apart whatever God placed you there\n  Prepare to have your domepiece spinnin' around\n  I'm pinnin' you down, face first, chin to the ground\n  I'm the reason why the cops walk the blocks with Glocks\n  Why the sun's hot and why your tongue locks when beats drop\n  The reason for the season change, the breezes, the rain\n  Hurricanes tearin' brains outta radar's range\n  Strange, eerie sounds under beds at night\n  Make heads spread with mics like the legs of dykes\n  I'm the prototype for Kawasaki motorbikes\n  Nagasaki blowin' mics, kamikaze sippin' saki\n  Nobody can stop me on my path of destruction\n  You rappers get sucked in and crushed in a massive abduction\n  You said you're large but you couldn't get a small part\n  In a commercial for Wal-Mart pushin' mall carts\n\n  [Repeat Chorus:]\n"},{"id":27269514,"name":"Y'all Ain't Good Enough (Feat. 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Celph Titled:]\n[** Disc 1:]\n\n[Intro: ~Apathy~ {Celph Titled}]\nYa see...(What's cracka-latin'?)*\nThere's one thing you need to understand (And what's that?)\nDemigodz (Uh-huh)...are the most prestigious (Oh, no question)\nWhen Apathy approaches the throne (Word up, yeah)\nAll hail Caesar (You heard?)\n(Curt Cazal on the motherfuckin' track)\n(Apathetic and Celph Titled, we gon' do it like this)\n\n[Chorus: ~Celph Titled~]\nY'all niggaz wanna be thugs with nothin' to say?\n(Y'all ain't good enough)\nWe takin' ya pay\n(Y'all ain't good enough)\nGet outta my way\n(Y'all ain't good enough)\nY'all niggaz wanna be pimps, can't get no ass?\n(Y'all ain't good enough)\nYour trick and your cash\n(Y'all ain't good enough)\nWe movin' in fast\n(Y'all ain't good enough)\n\n[Verse 1: ~Apathy~]\nI'm liver than Thai weed for freaks, drive high speed through streets\nI could freestyle for weeks if they bangin' the beats\nI never sweat the opposition, my position is locked\nDifferent chickens are switchin' positions when lickin' the cock\nWhen hittin' skirts, I don't even need to drop a written verse\nFreestyle and have her legs open wide like givin' birth\nDon't let me start, 'cause I'll finish 'em off\nLike you tried to play Tiger Woods in miniature golf\nAdmit it, you lost, the minute you crossed the first tee\nVerse me? Rappers, the strength of Hercules couldn't hurt me\nY'all better dress in a Kevlar suit\n'Cause my clips make more hits than Neptunes' group\nAnd I spit gasoline, so the booth'll get doused\nThen ignited from the flames in the roof of my mouth\nWhen I write, it's like the brainwaves shoot to get out\nWhen you bite, I take aim like you're lootin' my house\n\n[Repeat Chorus:]\n\n[Verse 2: ~Celph Titled~]\nIt ain't a motherfucka rappin' like this, clappin' the fifth\nThey'll put your back in a twist and only empty half of the clip\nI spit but really never got nothin' to say\nEvery verse consist of curse words and plenty of gun spray\nBut I don't give a fuck, this is how I write rap flows\nYou probably listen to Common and rock them tight-ass clothes\nTry to change your image, you dudes be followin' hard shit\nWhile we bring more funk than Bootsy Collins' armpits\nWe on some shit, throwin' banquets at $10, 000 a plate\nYour girl's been over for hours, it's late\nTime to... take her home, so we skate from the Chrome... Depot\nIn high school, they used to call me Chico\nBack in '93, I was shakin' parties up\nLickin' off uzi clips in the air\nPuttin' holes in the ozone layer - playa\nGangsta you're not, let me discuss\nI think with my dick, so I'm always ready to bust\n\n[Repeat Chorus:]\n\n[Verse 3: ~Apathy~]\nYou're a waste of air; the kick, the bass, the snare, your face, your hair\nI'ma tear apart whatever God placed you there\nPrepare to have your domepiece spinnin' around\nI'm pinnin' you down, face first, chin to the ground\nI'm the reason why the cops walk the blocks with Glocks\nWhy the sun's hot and why your tongue locks when beats drop\nThe reason for the season change, the breezes, the rain\nHurricanes tearin' brains outta radar's range\nStrange, eerie sounds under beds at night\nMake heads spread with mics like the legs of dykes\nI'm the prototype for Kawasaki motorbikes\nNagasaki blowin' mics, kamikaze sippin' saki\nNobody can stop me on my path of destruction\nYou rappers get sucked in and crushed in a massive abduction\nYou said you're large but you couldn't get a small part\nIn a commercial for Wal-Mart pushin' mall carts\n\n[Repeat Chorus:]","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.21] (*Prod. by Curt Cazal)\n[00:01.26] [** feat. 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Rappers, the strength of Hercules couldn't hurt me\n[01:11.19] Y'all better dress in a Kevlar suit\n[01:13.78] 'Cause my clips make more hits than Neptunes' group\n[01:16.60] And I spit gasoline, so the booth'll get doused\n[01:19.19] Then ignited from the flames in the roof of my mouth\n[01:21.76] When I write, it's like the brainwaves shoot to get out\n[01:24.44] When you bite, I take aim like you're lootin' my house\n[01:26.79] [Repeat Chorus:]\n[01:46.79] [Verse 2: ~Celph Titled~]\n[01:48.33] It ain't a motherfucka rappin' like this, clappin' the fifth\n[01:51.20] They'll put your back in a twist and only empty half of the clip\n[01:54.16] I spit but really never got nothin' to say\n[01:56.59] Every verse consist of curse words and plenty of gun spray\n[01:59.27] But I don't give a fuck, this is how I write rap flows\n[02:02.09] You probably listen to Common and rock them tight-ass clothes\n[02:04.74] Try to change your image, you dudes be followin' hard shit\n[02:07.60] While we bring more funk than Bootsy Collins' armpits\n[02:10.01] We on some shit, throwin' banquets at $10, 000 a plate\n[02:13.49] Your girl's been over for hours, it's late\n[02:15.41] Time to... take her home, so we skate from the Chrome... Depot\n[02:18.13] In high school, they used to call me Chico\n[02:20.41] Back in '93, I was shakin' parties up\n[02:22.93] Lickin' off uzi clips in the air\n[02:24.65] Puttin' holes in the ozone layer - playa\n[02:26.70] Gangsta you're not, let me discuss\n[02:28.72] I think with my dick, so I'm always ready to bust\n[02:31.22] [Repeat Chorus:]\n[02:51.25] [Verse 3: ~Apathy~]\n[02:52.42] You're a waste of air; the kick, the bass, the snare, your face, your hair\n[02:55.96] I'ma tear apart whatever God placed you there\n[02:59.20] Prepare to have your domepiece spinnin' around\n[03:01.09] I'm pinnin' you down, face first, chin to the ground\n[03:03.15] I'm the reason why the cops walk the blocks with Glocks\n[03:06.08] Why the sun's hot and why your tongue locks when beats drop\n[03:08.89] The reason for the season change, the breezes, the rain\n[03:11.55] Hurricanes tearin' brains outta radar's range\n[03:14.44] Strange, eerie sounds under beds at night\n[03:16.64] Make heads spread with mics like the legs of dykes\n[03:19.34] I'm the prototype for Kawasaki motorbikes\n[03:21.94] Nagasaki blowin' mics, kamikaze sippin' saki\n[03:24.18] Nobody can stop me on my path of destruction\n[03:26.64] You rappers get sucked in and crushed in a massive abduction\n[03:30.21] You said you're large but you couldn't get a small part\n[03:32.77] In a commercial for Wal-Mart pushin' mall carts\n[03:35.82] [Repeat Chorus:]\n[03:54.32] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Y'all Ain't Good Enough (Feat. 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Rappers, the strength of Hercules couldn't hurt me\n  start_ms: 68360\n  end_ms: 71190\n- text: Y'all better dress in a Kevlar suit\n  start_ms: 71190\n  end_ms: 73780\n- text: '''Cause my clips make more hits than Neptunes'' group'\n  start_ms: 73780\n  end_ms: 76600\n- text: And I spit gasoline, so the booth'll get doused\n  start_ms: 76600\n  end_ms: 79190\n- text: Then ignited from the flames in the roof of my mouth\n  start_ms: 79190\n  end_ms: 81760\n- text: When I write, it's like the brainwaves shoot to get out\n  start_ms: 81760\n  end_ms: 84440\n- text: When you bite, I take aim like you're lootin' my house\n  start_ms: 84440\n  end_ms: 86790\n- text: '[Repeat Chorus:]'\n  start_ms: 86790\n  end_ms: 106790\n- text: '[Verse 2: ~Celph Titled~]'\n  start_ms: 106790\n  end_ms: 108330\n- text: It ain't a motherfucka rappin' like this, clappin' the fifth\n  start_ms: 108330\n  end_ms: 111200\n- text: They'll put your back in a twist and only empty half of the clip\n  start_ms: 111200\n  end_ms: 114160\n- text: I spit but really never got nothin' to say\n  start_ms: 114160\n  end_ms: 116590\n- text: Every verse consist of curse words and plenty of gun spray\n  start_ms: 116590\n  end_ms: 119270\n- text: But I don't give a fuck, this is how I write rap flows\n  start_ms: 119270\n  end_ms: 122090\n- text: You probably listen to Common and rock them tight-ass clothes\n  start_ms: 122090\n  end_ms: 124740\n- text: Try to change your image, you dudes be followin' hard shit\n  start_ms: 124740\n  end_ms: 127600\n- text: While we bring more funk than Bootsy Collins' armpits\n  start_ms: 127600\n  end_ms: 130010\n- text: We on some shit, throwin' banquets at $10, 000 a plate\n  start_ms: 130010\n  end_ms: 133490\n- text: Your girl's been over for hours, it's late\n  start_ms: 133490\n  end_ms: 135410\n- text: Time to... take her home, so we skate from the Chrome... Depot\n  start_ms: 135410\n  end_ms: 138130\n- text: In high school, they used to call me Chico\n  start_ms: 138130\n  end_ms: 140410\n- text: Back in '93, I was shakin' parties up\n  start_ms: 140410\n  end_ms: 142930\n- text: Lickin' off uzi clips in the air\n  start_ms: 142930\n  end_ms: 144650\n- text: Puttin' holes in the ozone layer - playa\n  start_ms: 144650\n  end_ms: 146700\n- text: Gangsta you're not, let me discuss\n  start_ms: 146700\n  end_ms: 148720\n- text: I think with my dick, so I'm always ready to bust\n  start_ms: 148720\n  end_ms: 151220\n- text: '[Repeat Chorus:]'\n  start_ms: 151220\n  end_ms: 171250\n- text: '[Verse 3: ~Apathy~]'\n  start_ms: 171250\n  end_ms: 172420\n- text: You're a waste of air; the kick, the bass, the snare, your face, your hair\n  start_ms: 172420\n  end_ms: 175960\n- text: I'ma tear apart whatever God placed you there\n  start_ms: 175960\n  end_ms: 179200\n- text: Prepare to have your domepiece spinnin' around\n  start_ms: 179200\n  end_ms: 181090\n- text: I'm pinnin' you down, face first, chin to the ground\n  start_ms: 181090\n  end_ms: 183150\n- text: I'm the reason why the cops walk the blocks with Glocks\n  start_ms: 183150\n  end_ms: 186080\n- text: Why the sun's hot and why your tongue locks when beats drop\n  start_ms: 186080\n  end_ms: 188890\n- text: The reason for the season change, the breezes, the rain\n  start_ms: 188890\n  end_ms: 191550\n- text: Hurricanes tearin' brains outta radar's range\n  start_ms: 191550\n  end_ms: 194440\n- text: Strange, eerie sounds under beds at night\n  start_ms: 194440\n  end_ms: 196640\n- text: Make heads spread with mics like the legs of dykes\n  start_ms: 196640\n  end_ms: 199340\n- text: I'm the prototype for Kawasaki motorbikes\n  start_ms: 199340\n  end_ms: 201940\n- text: Nagasaki blowin' mics, kamikaze sippin' saki\n  start_ms: 201940\n  end_ms: 204180\n- text: Nobody can stop me on my path of destruction\n  start_ms: 204180\n  end_ms: 206640\n- text: You rappers get sucked in and crushed in a massive abduction\n  start_ms: 206640\n  end_ms: 210210\n- text: You said you're large but you couldn't get a small part\n  start_ms: 210210\n  end_ms: 212770\n- text: In a commercial for Wal-Mart pushin' mall carts\n  start_ms: 212770\n  end_ms: 215820\n- text: '[Repeat Chorus:]'\n  start_ms: 215820\n  end_ms: 234320\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 234320\nplain: |-\n  (*Prod. by Curt Cazal)\n  [** feat. Celph Titled:]\n  [** Disc 1:]\n\n  [Intro: ~Apathy~ {Celph Titled}]\n  Ya see...(What's cracka-latin'?)*\n  There's one thing you need to understand (And what's that?)\n  Demigodz (Uh-huh)...are the most prestigious (Oh, no question)\n  When Apathy approaches the throne (Word up, yeah)\n  All hail Caesar (You heard?)\n  (Curt Cazal on the motherfuckin' track)\n  (Apathetic and Celph Titled, we gon' do it like this)\n\n  [Chorus: ~Celph Titled~]\n  Y'all niggaz wanna be thugs with nothin' to say?\n  (Y'all ain't good enough)\n  We takin' ya pay\n  (Y'all ain't good enough)\n  Get outta my way\n  (Y'all ain't good enough)\n  Y'all niggaz wanna be pimps, can't get no ass?\n  (Y'all ain't good enough)\n  Your trick and your cash\n  (Y'all ain't good enough)\n  We movin' in fast\n  (Y'all ain't good enough)\n\n  [Verse 1: ~Apathy~]\n  I'm liver than Thai weed for freaks, drive high speed through streets\n  I could freestyle for weeks if they bangin' the beats\n  I never sweat the opposition, my position is locked\n  Different chickens are switchin' positions when lickin' the cock\n  When hittin' skirts, I don't even need to drop a written verse\n  Freestyle and have her legs open wide like givin' birth\n  Don't let me start, 'cause I'll finish 'em off\n  Like you tried to play Tiger Woods in miniature golf\n  Admit it, you lost, the minute you crossed the first tee\n  Verse me? Rappers, the strength of Hercules couldn't hurt me\n  Y'all better dress in a Kevlar suit\n  'Cause my clips make more hits than Neptunes' group\n  And I spit gasoline, so the booth'll get doused\n  Then ignited from the flames in the roof of my mouth\n  When I write, it's like the brainwaves shoot to get out\n  When you bite, I take aim like you're lootin' my house\n\n  [Repeat Chorus:]\n\n  [Verse 2: ~Celph Titled~]\n  It ain't a motherfucka rappin' like this, clappin' the fifth\n  They'll put your back in a twist and only empty half of the clip\n  I spit but really never got nothin' to say\n  Every verse consist of curse words and plenty of gun spray\n  But I don't give a fuck, this is how I write rap flows\n  You probably listen to Common and rock them tight-ass clothes\n  Try to change your image, you dudes be followin' hard shit\n  While we bring more funk than Bootsy Collins' armpits\n  We on some shit, throwin' banquets at $10, 000 a plate\n  Your girl's been over for hours, it's late\n  Time to... take her home, so we skate from the Chrome... Depot\n  In high school, they used to call me Chico\n  Back in '93, I was shakin' parties up\n  Lickin' off uzi clips in the air\n  Puttin' holes in the ozone layer - playa\n  Gangsta you're not, let me discuss\n  I think with my dick, so I'm always ready to bust\n\n  [Repeat Chorus:]\n\n  [Verse 3: ~Apathy~]\n  You're a waste of air; the kick, the bass, the snare, your face, your hair\n  I'ma tear apart whatever God placed you there\n  Prepare to have your domepiece spinnin' around\n  I'm pinnin' you down, face first, chin to the ground\n  I'm the reason why the cops walk the blocks with Glocks\n  Why the sun's hot and why your tongue locks when beats drop\n  The reason for the season change, the breezes, the rain\n  Hurricanes tearin' brains outta radar's range\n  Strange, eerie sounds under beds at night\n  Make heads spread with mics like the legs of dykes\n  I'm the prototype for Kawasaki motorbikes\n  Nagasaki blowin' mics, kamikaze sippin' saki\n  Nobody can stop me on my path of destruction\n  You rappers get sucked in and crushed in a massive abduction\n  You said you're large but you couldn't get a small part\n  In a commercial for Wal-Mart pushin' mall carts\n\n  [Repeat Chorus:]\n"}]