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Say good night\nHead to head in the street, I'll leave you dead in your feet\nSettlin' beef, I'll even let you rhyme to the Benjamin beat\n\nBut it won't matter, your dreams still gon' shatter\nIt's a long ladder to climb, and mine is on the stagger\nSo get outta town, 'fore I hit you with the loudest sound you ever heard\nDesert bird player, you outta bounds\n\nWhen you awaken, your manhood'll be taken\nFakin' like you Satan when I'm the rhymin' abomination (when you, when you, when you)\nWhen you awaken, your manhood'll be taken\nFakin' like you Satan when I'm the rhymin' abomination (when you, when you, when you)\nWhen you awaken, your manhood'll be taken\nFakin' like you Satan when I'm the rhymin' abomination\n\nYou need the Pun to this you, if your whole steeze is unofficial\nI'll come and get you, and let the desert ease tongue kiss you\nWith one pistol, and two clips, I'll make your crew do flips\nLike acrobatics, I'm charismatic, my gut is magic\n\nIt makes rappers disappear, whisper in your ear\nCrystal clear, come here, let me kiss your tears\nEverything you fear is here, you ain't got to search further\nThe first murder's the worst, now, I thirst further for reverse birth\n\nEvery verse hurts, every curse word's already more offending than Eddie Murphy's worst\nI thirst for blood like a vampire, any man claimin' his game's tighter, is a goddamm liar\nI set 'em on fire, retire your train of thought\nDrain a quart of blood out your brain, and leave you insane in the dark\nThe king of New York, lays his crown in the boogie down\nAnd sprays the town with a Mac hooded down\n\nI'm no joke (yeah), I soak your face with a sweeper\nDying disgrace ('grace), I'll face your death through the speaker\n\nWhen you awaken, your manhood'll be taken\nFakin' like you Satan, when I'm the rhymin' abomination\nWhen you awaken, your manhood'll be taken\nFakin' like you Satan, when I'm the rhymin' abomination (when you, when you, when you)\n\nWhen you awaken, your manhood'll be taken\nFakin' like you Satan, when I'm the rhymin' abomination (when you, when you, when you)\nWhen you awaken, your manhood'll be taken\nFakin' like you Satan, when I'm the rhymin' abomination ('bomination)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Dream Shatterer (original version)\n  artist: Big Pun\n  album: Endangered Species\n  duration_ms: 199000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Ay, yo, I shatter dreams, like Jordan\n  Assault and batter your team\n  Your squadron'll be barred from rap, like Adam and Eve from the garden\n\n  I'm carvin' my initials on your forehead\n  So, every night, before bed, you see the B.P. shine off the board head\n  Reverse that, I curse at the first wack nigga with the worst rap\n  'Cause, he ain't worth jack\n  Hit 'em with a thousand pounds of pressure per slap\n  Make his whole body jerk back, watch the Earth crack\n  Hand him his purse back\n\n  I'm the first Latin rapper to baffle your skull\n  Master the flow, niggas be swearin' I'm blacker than coal\n  Like Nat King, I be rapping in tongues\n  Packing the ones, magnums, cannons, and gatling guns\n\n  It's Big Pun, the one and only son of Tony Montana\n  You ain't promised mañana in the rotten manzana\n  C'mon pana we be mob rhymers\n  Feel the marijuana, snake bite, anaconda\n\n  A man of honor would wanna match my persona\n  Sometimes, rhymin' I blow my own mind, like Nirvana\n  Comma and go the whole nine, like Madonna\n  Go try to find another rhymer with my kinda gramma\n\n  When you awaken, your manhood'll be taken\n  Fakin' like you Satan, when I'm the rhymin' abomination\n  When you awaken, your manhood'll be taken\n  Fakin' like you Satan, when I'm the rhymin' abomination\n\n  I'm pure adrenaline, uncut, straight to your gut, medicine\n  Raw cure for pain, I coat your brain like polyurethane\n  Simple and plain, I'll explain it in layman terms\n  If you came to learn how to make fire, I'm-a make it burn\n\n  Higher and hotter than lava, this scholar is 'bout just as smart as MacGyver\n  To put honor inside the heart of a lion, revolved in a life of crime (crime)\n  Fuck it, I like the shine (shine), hop in the white and lime (lime)\n  Comes with the pipe design, flushed out, both pockets about to bust out\n  If you not in it for the spinach, get the fuck out\n\n  Take a hike, we can even battle to make it right\n  Go 'head, lace the mic, you finished? Say good night\n  Head to head in the street, I'll leave you dead in your feet\n  Settlin' beef, I'll even let you rhyme to the Benjamin beat\n\n  But it won't matter, your dreams still gon' shatter\n  It's a long ladder to climb, and mine is on the stagger\n  So get outta town, 'fore I hit you with the loudest sound you ever heard\n  Desert bird player, you outta bounds\n\n  When you awaken, your manhood'll be taken\n  Fakin' like you Satan when I'm the rhymin' abomination (when you, when you, when you)\n  When you awaken, your manhood'll be taken\n  Fakin' like you Satan when I'm the rhymin' abomination (when you, when you, when you)\n  When you awaken, your manhood'll be taken\n  Fakin' like you Satan when I'm the rhymin' abomination\n\n  You need the Pun to this you, if your whole steeze is unofficial\n  I'll come and get you, and let the desert ease tongue kiss you\n  With one pistol, and two clips, I'll make your crew do flips\n  Like acrobatics, I'm charismatic, my gut is magic\n\n  It makes rappers disappear, whisper in your ear\n  Crystal clear, come here, let me kiss your tears\n  Everything you fear is here, you ain't got to search further\n  The first murder's the worst, now, I thirst further for reverse birth\n\n  Every verse hurts, every curse word's already more offending than Eddie Murphy's worst\n  I thirst for blood like a vampire, any man claimin' his game's tighter, is a goddamm liar\n  I set 'em on fire, retire your train of thought\n  Drain a quart of blood out your brain, and leave you insane in the dark\n  The king of New York, lays his crown in the boogie down\n  And sprays the town with a Mac hooded down\n\n  I'm no joke (yeah), I soak your face with a sweeper\n  Dying disgrace ('grace), I'll face your death through the speaker\n\n  When you awaken, your manhood'll be taken\n  Fakin' like you Satan, when I'm the rhymin' abomination\n  When you awaken, your manhood'll be taken\n  Fakin' like you Satan, when I'm the rhymin' abomination (when you, when you, when you)\n\n  When you awaken, your manhood'll be taken\n  Fakin' like you Satan, when I'm the rhymin' abomination (when you, when you, when you)\n  When you awaken, your manhood'll be taken\n  Fakin' like you Satan, when I'm the rhymin' abomination ('bomination)\n"},{"id":23489896,"name":"13 The Dream Shatterer (original version)","trackName":"13 The Dream Shatterer (original version)","artistName":"Big Pun","albumName":"Endangered Species","duration":199.444898,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Ayo, I shatter dreams like Jordan, assault and batter your team\nYour squadron'll be barred from rap like Adam and Eve from the Garden\nI'm carvin' my initials on your forehead\nSo every night before bed, you see the BP shine off the boardhead\nReverse that, I curse at the first wack nigga with the worst rap\n'Cause he ain't worth jack\nHit him with a thousand pounds of pressure per slap\nMake his whole body jerk back, watch the Earth crack, hand him his purse back\n\nI'm the first Latin rapper to baffle your skull\nMaster the flow, niggas be swearin' I'm blacker than coal\nLike Nat King, I be rappin' in tongues, packin' the ones\nMagnums, cannons and Gatling guns\nIt's Big Pun! The one and only son of Tony Montana\nYou ain't promised mañana in The Rotten Manzana\nCome on, partner, we need more rhymers\nFeel the marijuana, snake bite, anaconda\n\nA man of honor would wanna try to match my persona\nSometimes rhymin', I blow my own mind like Nirvana\nComma, and go the whole nine like Madonna\nGo try to find another rhymer with my kind of grammar\n\nWhen you awaken, your manhood'll be taken\nFakin' like you Satan when I'm the rhymin' abomination\nWhen you awaken, your manhood'll be taken\nFakin' like you Satan when I'm the rhymin' abomination\n\nI'm pure adrenaline, uncut, straight to the gut, medicine\nRaw cure for pain, I coat your brain like polyurethane\nSimple and plain, I'll explain it in layman terms\nIf you came to learn how to make fire, I'ma make it burn\nHigher and hotter than lava, the scholar adviser\nAs smart as MacGyver, could put honor inside the heart of a liar\nInvolved in a life of crime (crime, crime), fuck it, I like the shine (shine, shine)\nUp in the white and lime (lime, lime), clutched with the pipe design\n\nPlushed out (no doubt), both pockets about to bust out\nIf you not in it for the spinach, get the fuck out!\nTake a hike, we can even battle to make it right\nGo 'head, lace the mic, you finished? Say goodnight!\nHead-to-head in the street, I'll leave you dead on your feet\nSettlin' beef, I'll even let you rhyme to the Benjamin beat\nBut it won't matter, your dreams still gon' shatter\nIt's a long ladder to climb, and mine is on the stagger\nSo get out of town, 'fore I hit you with the loudest sound\nYou ever heard, Desert Bird, player, you out of bounds\n\nWhen you awaken, your manhood'll be taken\nFakin' like you Satan when I'm the rhymin' abomination\nWhen you awaken, your manhood'll be taken\nFakin' like you Satan when I'm the rhymin' abomination\nWhen you awaken, your manhood'll be taken\nFakin' like you Satan when I'm the rhymin' abomination\n\nYou know the Pun'll diss you if your whole steez is unofficial\nI'll come and get you and let the Desert Eez tongue-kiss you\nWith one pistol and two clips, I'll make your crew do flips\nLike acrobatics, I'm charismatic, my gat is magic\nIt makes rappers disappear, whisper in your ear, crystal clear\n\"Come here, let me kiss your tears!\"\nEverything you fear is here, you ain't gotta search further\nThe first murder's the worst, now I thirst further\n\nFor reverse birth, every verse hurts\nEvery curse word's already more offendin' than Eddie Murph's worst\nI thirst for blood like a vampire\nAny man claimin' his game's tighter is a goddamn liar!\nI set him on fire, retire your train of thought\nDrain a quart of blood out your brain and leave you insane in the dark\nThe King of New York (the King of New York) lays his crown in the Boogie Down\nAnd sprays the town with the MAC, hoodied down\nI'm no joke! (I'm no joke!) I'll soak your face with the sweeper\nDie in disgrace or face your death through the speaker\n\nWhen you awaken, your manhood'll be taken\nFakin' like you Satan when I'm the rhymin' abomination\nWhen you awaken, your manhood'll be taken\nFakin' like you Satan when I'm the rhymin' abomination\nWhen you awaken, your manhood'll be taken\nFakin' like you Satan when I'm the rhymin' abomination\n\nWhen you awaken, your manhood'll be taken\nFakin' like you Satan when I'm the rhymin' abomination","syncedLyrics":"[00:09.59] Ayo, I shatter dreams like Jordan, assault and batter your team\n[00:12.35] Your squadron'll be barred from rap like Adam and Eve from the Garden\n[00:15.26] I'm carvin' my initials on your forehead\n[00:17.11] So every night before bed, you see the BP shine off the boardhead\n[00:20.28] Reverse that, I curse at the first wack nigga with the worst rap\n[00:23.37] 'Cause he ain't worth jack\n[00:24.49] Hit him with a thousand pounds of pressure per slap\n[00:26.61] Make his whole body jerk back, watch the Earth crack, hand him his purse back\n[00:30.20] I'm the first Latin rapper to baffle your skull\n[00:32.32] Master the flow, niggas be swearin' I'm blacker than coal\n[00:34.89] Like Nat King, I be rappin' in tongues, packin' the ones\n[00:37.96] Magnums, cannons and Gatling guns\n[00:39.93] It's Big Pun! 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Say goodnight!\n[01:39.81] Head-to-head in the street, I'll leave you dead on your feet\n[01:42.19] Settlin' beef, I'll even let you rhyme to the Benjamin beat\n[01:44.85] But it won't matter, your dreams still gon' shatter\n[01:47.32] It's a long ladder to climb, and mine is on the stagger\n[01:49.82] So get out of town, 'fore I hit you with the loudest sound\n[01:52.54] You ever heard, Desert Bird, player, you out of bounds\n[01:55.28] When you awaken, your manhood'll be taken\n[01:57.64] Fakin' like you Satan when I'm the rhymin' abomination\n[02:00.38] When you awaken, your manhood'll be taken\n[02:02.64] Fakin' like you Satan when I'm the rhymin' abomination\n[02:05.24] When you awaken, your manhood'll be taken\n[02:07.69] Fakin' like you Satan when I'm the rhymin' abomination\n[02:09.69] You know the Pun'll diss you if your whole steez is unofficial\n[02:12.45] I'll come and get you and let the Desert Eez tongue-kiss you\n[02:15.04] With one pistol and two clips, I'll make your crew do flips\n[02:17.81] Like acrobatics, I'm charismatic, my gat is magic\n[02:20.23] It makes rappers disappear, whisper in your ear, crystal clear\n[02:23.46] \"Come here, let me kiss your tears!\"\n[02:24.85] Everything you fear is here, you ain't gotta search further\n[02:27.76] The first murder's the worst, now I thirst further\n[02:29.90] For reverse birth, every verse hurts\n[02:31.76] Every curse word's already more offendin' than Eddie Murph's worst\n[02:34.80] I thirst for blood like a vampire\n[02:36.79] Any man claimin' his game's tighter is a goddamn liar!\n[02:39.76] I set him on fire, retire your train of thought\n[02:42.08] Drain a quart of blood out your brain and leave you insane in the dark\n[02:44.77] The King of New York (the King of New York) lays his crown in the Boogie Down\n[02:47.42] And sprays the town with the MAC, hoodied down\n[02:49.92] I'm no joke! 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Say goodnight!\n  start_ms: 97440\n  end_ms: 99810\n- text: Head-to-head in the street, I'll leave you dead on your feet\n  start_ms: 99810\n  end_ms: 102190\n- text: Settlin' beef, I'll even let you rhyme to the Benjamin beat\n  start_ms: 102190\n  end_ms: 104850\n- text: But it won't matter, your dreams still gon' shatter\n  start_ms: 104850\n  end_ms: 107320\n- text: It's a long ladder to climb, and mine is on the stagger\n  start_ms: 107320\n  end_ms: 109820\n- text: So get out of town, 'fore I hit you with the loudest sound\n  start_ms: 109820\n  end_ms: 112540\n- text: You ever heard, Desert Bird, player, you out of bounds\n  start_ms: 112540\n  end_ms: 115280\n- text: When you awaken, your manhood'll be taken\n  start_ms: 115280\n  end_ms: 117640\n- text: Fakin' like you Satan when I'm the rhymin' abomination\n  start_ms: 117640\n  end_ms: 120380\n- text: When you awaken, your manhood'll be taken\n  start_ms: 120380\n  end_ms: 122640\n- text: Fakin' like you Satan when I'm the rhymin' abomination\n  start_ms: 122640\n  end_ms: 125240\n- text: When you awaken, your manhood'll be taken\n  start_ms: 125240\n  end_ms: 127690\n- text: Fakin' like you Satan when I'm the rhymin' abomination\n  start_ms: 127690\n  end_ms: 129690\n- text: You know the Pun'll diss you if your whole steez is unofficial\n  start_ms: 129690\n  end_ms: 132450\n- text: I'll come and get you and let the Desert Eez tongue-kiss you\n  start_ms: 132450\n  end_ms: 135040\n- text: With one pistol and two clips, I'll make your crew do flips\n  start_ms: 135040\n  end_ms: 137810\n- text: Like acrobatics, I'm charismatic, my gat is magic\n  start_ms: 137810\n  end_ms: 140230\n- text: It makes rappers disappear, whisper in your ear, crystal clear\n  start_ms: 140230\n  end_ms: 143460\n- text: '\"Come here, let me kiss your tears!\"'\n  start_ms: 143460\n  end_ms: 144850\n- text: Everything you fear is here, you ain't gotta search further\n  start_ms: 144850\n  end_ms: 147760\n- text: The first murder's the worst, now I thirst further\n  start_ms: 147760\n  end_ms: 149900\n- text: For reverse birth, every verse hurts\n  start_ms: 149900\n  end_ms: 151760\n- text: Every curse word's already more offendin' than Eddie Murph's worst\n  start_ms: 151760\n  end_ms: 154800\n- text: I thirst for blood like a vampire\n  start_ms: 154800\n  end_ms: 156790\n- text: Any man claimin' his game's tighter is a goddamn liar!\n  start_ms: 156790\n  end_ms: 159760\n- text: I set him on fire, retire your train of thought\n  start_ms: 159760\n  end_ms: 162080\n- text: Drain a quart of blood out your brain and leave you insane in the dark\n  start_ms: 162080\n  end_ms: 164770\n- text: The King of New York (the King of New York) lays his crown in the Boogie Down\n  start_ms: 164770\n  end_ms: 167420\n- text: And sprays the town with the MAC, hoodied down\n  start_ms: 167420\n  end_ms: 169920\n- text: I'm no joke! 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I'll soak your face with the sweeper\n  start_ms: 169920\n  end_ms: 172570\n- text: Die in disgrace or face your death through the speaker\n  start_ms: 172570\n  end_ms: 175360\n- text: When you awaken, your manhood'll be taken\n  start_ms: 175360\n  end_ms: 177640\n- text: Fakin' like you Satan when I'm the rhymin' abomination\n  start_ms: 177640\n  end_ms: 180360\n- text: When you awaken, your manhood'll be taken\n  start_ms: 180360\n  end_ms: 182610\n- text: Fakin' like you Satan when I'm the rhymin' abomination\n  start_ms: 182610\n  end_ms: 185160\n- text: When you awaken, your manhood'll be taken\n  start_ms: 185160\n  end_ms: 187580\n- text: Fakin' like you Satan when I'm the rhymin' abomination\n  start_ms: 187580\n  end_ms: 190360\n- text: When you awaken, your manhood'll be taken\n  start_ms: 190360\n  end_ms: 192450\n- text: Fakin' like you Satan when I'm the rhymin' abomination\n  start_ms: 192450\n  end_ms: 195430\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 195430\nplain: |-\n  Ayo, I shatter dreams like Jordan, assault and batter your team\n  Your squadron'll be barred from rap like Adam and Eve from the Garden\n  I'm carvin' my initials on your forehead\n  So every night before bed, you see the BP shine off the boardhead\n  Reverse that, I curse at the first wack nigga with the worst rap\n  'Cause he ain't worth jack\n  Hit him with a thousand pounds of pressure per slap\n  Make his whole body jerk back, watch the Earth crack, hand him his purse back\n\n  I'm the first Latin rapper to baffle your skull\n  Master the flow, niggas be swearin' I'm blacker than coal\n  Like Nat King, I be rappin' in tongues, packin' the ones\n  Magnums, cannons and Gatling guns\n  It's Big Pun! The one and only son of Tony Montana\n  You ain't promised mañana in The Rotten Manzana\n  Come on, partner, we need more rhymers\n  Feel the marijuana, snake bite, anaconda\n\n  A man of honor would wanna try to match my persona\n  Sometimes rhymin', I blow my own mind like Nirvana\n  Comma, and go the whole nine like Madonna\n  Go try to find another rhymer with my kind of grammar\n\n  When you awaken, your manhood'll be taken\n  Fakin' like you Satan when I'm the rhymin' abomination\n  When you awaken, your manhood'll be taken\n  Fakin' like you Satan when I'm the rhymin' abomination\n\n  I'm pure adrenaline, uncut, straight to the gut, medicine\n  Raw cure for pain, I coat your brain like polyurethane\n  Simple and plain, I'll explain it in layman terms\n  If you came to learn how to make fire, I'ma make it burn\n  Higher and hotter than lava, the scholar adviser\n  As smart as MacGyver, could put honor inside the heart of a liar\n  Involved in a life of crime (crime, crime), fuck it, I like the shine (shine, shine)\n  Up in the white and lime (lime, lime), clutched with the pipe design\n\n  Plushed out (no doubt), both pockets about to bust out\n  If you not in it for the spinach, get the fuck out!\n  Take a hike, we can even battle to make it right\n  Go 'head, lace the mic, you finished? Say goodnight!\n  Head-to-head in the street, I'll leave you dead on your feet\n  Settlin' beef, I'll even let you rhyme to the Benjamin beat\n  But it won't matter, your dreams still gon' shatter\n  It's a long ladder to climb, and mine is on the stagger\n  So get out of town, 'fore I hit you with the loudest sound\n  You ever heard, Desert Bird, player, you out of bounds\n\n  When you awaken, your manhood'll be taken\n  Fakin' like you Satan when I'm the rhymin' abomination\n  When you awaken, your manhood'll be taken\n  Fakin' like you Satan when I'm the rhymin' abomination\n  When you awaken, your manhood'll be taken\n  Fakin' like you Satan when I'm the rhymin' abomination\n\n  You know the Pun'll diss you if your whole steez is unofficial\n  I'll come and get you and let the Desert Eez tongue-kiss you\n  With one pistol and two clips, I'll make your crew do flips\n  Like acrobatics, I'm charismatic, my gat is magic\n  It makes rappers disappear, whisper in your ear, crystal clear\n  \"Come here, let me kiss your tears!\"\n  Everything you fear is here, you ain't gotta search further\n  The first murder's the worst, now I thirst further\n\n  For reverse birth, every verse hurts\n  Every curse word's already more offendin' than Eddie Murph's worst\n  I thirst for blood like a vampire\n  Any man claimin' his game's tighter is a goddamn liar!\n  I set him on fire, retire your train of thought\n  Drain a quart of blood out your brain and leave you insane in the dark\n  The King of New York (the King of New York) lays his crown in the Boogie Down\n  And sprays the town with the MAC, hoodied down\n  I'm no joke! (I'm no joke!) I'll soak your face with the sweeper\n  Die in disgrace or face your death through the speaker\n\n  When you awaken, your manhood'll be taken\n  Fakin' like you Satan when I'm the rhymin' abomination\n  When you awaken, your manhood'll be taken\n  Fakin' like you Satan when I'm the rhymin' abomination\n  When you awaken, your manhood'll be taken\n  Fakin' like you Satan when I'm the rhymin' abomination\n\n  When you awaken, your manhood'll be taken\n  Fakin' like you Satan when I'm the rhymin' abomination\n"}]