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boots, home on my rack\n[01:38.25] And I don't give a FUCK what you say\n[01:40.54] Commercial rap, get the gun clap, day after day\n[01:43.71] Niggaz don't play on the d low, kid you know my steelo\n[01:46.63] I roll on more niggaz than cee-lo\n[01:48.86] We might just bumrush your set\n[01:50.75] Me AND my niggaz on the real mic check\n[01:53.15] Like my nigga Smif gettin swift on the gift\n[01:55.60] Then I toss another lesson to my nigga Wessun\n[01:58.56] And my nigga Five from the tribe of Moon\n[02:01.00] Pass the Crooked I, bitch yo pass the boom\n[02:03.79] Whenever you're ready I'ma take you into the stage\n[02:06.96] Deep in the mind of a slave\n[02:10.88] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Slave\n artist: Black Moon\n album: Enta Da Stage\n duration_ms: 164000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: I'm gettin the ahh, I'm gettin the ahh from the\n start_ms: 20040\n end_ms: 22680\n- text: Weak shit that I hear no lyrical styles come near\n start_ms: 22680\n 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you never knew wreck\n[00:56.54] Look inside of the mind and see\n[00:59.28] Cause you might be trapped with a nigga like me\n[01:22.34] I feel like I'm trapped in the motherfuckin cave\n[01:24.98] To the rhythm I'm a slave, lookin in my grave\n[01:27.44] Jugulur vein bustin out my neck, you see the rage\n[01:29.74] I move when I groove cuz I'm into, the stage\n[01:32.79] Of the Buckshot, black, I'm bringin it back\n[01:35.29] To the roots, like Timberland boots, home on my rack\n[01:38.25] And I don't give a FUCK what you say\n[01:40.54] Commercial rap, get the gun clap, day after day\n[01:43.71] Niggaz don't play on the d low, kid you know my steelo\n[01:46.63] I roll on more niggaz than cee-lo\n[01:48.86] We might just bumrush your set\n[01:50.75] Me AND my niggaz on the real mic check\n[01:53.15] Like my nigga Smif gettin swift on the gift\n[01:55.60] Then I toss another lesson to my nigga Wessun\n[01:58.56] And my nigga Five from the tribe of Moon\n[02:01.00] Pass the Crooked I, bitch yo pass the boom\n[02:03.79] Whenever you're ready I'ma take you into the stage\n[02:06.96] Deep in the mind of a slave\n[02:10.88] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Slave\n artist: Black Moon\n album: Enta Da Stage\n duration_ms: 166338\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: I'm gettin the ahh, I'm gettin the ahh from the\n start_ms: 20040\n end_ms: 22680\n- text: Weak shit that I hear no lyrical styles come near\n start_ms: 22680\n end_ms: 25800\n- text: To the one who boasts like Buck\n start_ms: 25800\n end_ms: 28180\n- text: On the mic truck, cuz I never gave a fuck\n start_ms: 28180\n end_ms: 30580\n- text: I hate the weak shit, man it be fuckin with my soul\n start_ms: 30580\n end_ms: 33050\n- text: I peeped how radio be trying to take control\n start_ms: 33050\n end_ms: 35750\n- text: Tellin me to get a little lighter on my lyrics\n start_ms: 35750\n end_ms: 38300\n- text: But if it ain't real on the mic I can't feel it\n start_ms: 38300\n end_ms: 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Excellerator ]\nWhat, here comes the muthafuckin 5\nPatch a crooked I, comin straight out of Bed-Stuy\n9-19, I believe\nWhen I wanna puff a mad l I got the dutch hidden in my sleeve\nThen I call my man Reels\nThen we start the El Dorados and pick us up a fat bag of drills\nAlways keep the nine cocked\nJust in case a nigga feels an appetite for some nice lead lock\nCaught a nigga from a chin\nNow his ass is in, hit the preach cause he said it a sin\n\n[ VERSE 2: Big Dru Ha ]\nWell, it's the ill Caucasian, check the invasion\nBushwick to White Plains, the world in seven days and\nBack in town with the Black Smif-N-Wessun persuasion\nWanna flex next, swing one, that's all she wrote\nGet the point to the joint, now you're bendin for the soap\nLike my bitch, fuck a bitch real quick, then I vanish\nI always get the pussy cause I tell em that I'm Spanish\nChill, lay low, I'm throwin headcracks in celo\nNiggaz losin dough so now they gots to bet a kilo\nMines for the takin, never fakin when I kick it\nGirls be on my jock, they want a taste so they lick it\nRip it from the back, bust a nut in her crack\nBig Dru Ha puffin lye and I'm out, black\n\n[ CHORUS (2X) ]\nNow you the man, now you the man, now you the man\nNow you the man, now you the muthafuckin man\n\n[ VERSE 3: Havoc ]\nNiggaz regret it when they get wetted with the automatic weapons\nWhen I walk the streets I pack a Tec for protection\nYou know the deal, nowadays shit is real\nKid, I had it up to here, muthafuckas better chill\nCause on the block, yes, kid, we get busy\nFront on my crew and get bust open like a fuckin Philly\nPunk muthafuckas on the mic get violated\nA rhyme ain't a rhyme if it ain't crime-related\nI'm bustin raps like a nigga bustin caps\nI grab the mic, cock it back and kick the fuckin facts\nStompin niggaz out with my black Timbs\nLeavin niggaz crippled with artificial limbs\nA slug in the brain cause you tried to sham\nYou thought you was the man, you fuckin coward\n\n[ VERSE 4: Tek ]\nI'm with my ill niggaz troopin down Atlantic Av\nThree blunts still plus there's weed in the stash\nTimb boots flop as the l gets sparked\nPlay the (?) from the street, it's flames movin in the dark\nI've had it up to here with y'all weak-ass rappers\nBucktown, home of the Originoo Gun Clappaz\nThe name's Smif-N-Wessun and we're representin lovely\nSmif joins the forces if you punks try to rob me\nAnd I got his back, leave your body lyin flat\nIt's time to knuckle up, guard your grill, fuck that\nTimberlands bootin up the ass of A&R's\nYou gettin surgery tryin to cover up the scars\nYou pussy (?) bwoy, (?) watch where ya stand\nSmif-N-Wessun comin, lettin you know who's the man\n\n[ CHORUS (2X) ]\nNow you the man, now you the man, now you the man\nNow you the man, now you the muthafuckin man\n\n[ VERSE 5: Steele ]\nThese niggaz is crazy, but I get real rough, no question\nRunnin with Black Moon, representin Smif-N-Wessun\nThe boy's crazy, boys roll Mobb Deep\nBring in Havoc, so get dramatic and get splattered in a heartbeat\nBits and pieces when I release the boom\nThese type of tunes kept me consumed in a rubberroom\nNow I rock with Buckshot, what the fuck, ock\nI got nuff props so you can get the fat cock\n\n[ VERSE 6: Buckshot Shorty ]\nI've got 1, 2, 3, let me know if you're ready for me\nLawd, you must throw your hands upon the mic and let em know\nAbout the flow when you rip and stick it cause you must get wicked\nNever hesitate to (?) lyrical gangster, not lyrical prankster, see\nStraight from the head of Buckshot hittin em real irie\nMi never come fi short, mi a-fi shoot upon di mic\nYou gwan fall like di Babylon on sight\nTaught by my nigga Screwface how you shoe-lace\nLet my nigga Bass tell me who take who place\nSide up and up, side up and up, black\nYo chill, parlay, god, they ain't ready for that\nThey ain't ready for that\nEverybody wan fly and get high but nobody wan die, why\n\nHey yo word up, kid\nThat's not that bullshit\nWord, hahaha\n\n[ CHORUS (4X) ]\nNow you the man, now you the man, now you the man\nNow you the man, now you the muthafuckin man","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.90]F/ Big Dru Ha, Havoc, Smif-N-Wessun\n[00:09.94][ VERSE 1: 5ft. Excellerator ]\n[00:20.77]What, here comes the muthafuckin 5\n[00:23.46]Patch a crooked I, comin straight out of Bed-Stuy\n[00:26.16]9-19, I believe\n[00:28.01]When I wanna puff a mad l I got the dutch hidden in my sleeve\n[00:31.64]Then I call my man Reels\n[00:33.42]Then we start the El Dorados and pick us up a fat bag of drills\n[00:36.17]Always keep the nine cocked\n[00:37.91]Just in case a nigga feels an appetite for some nice lead lock\n[00:41.55]Caught a nigga from a chin\n[00:43.38]Now his ass is in, hit the preach cause he said it a sin\n[00:46.13][ VERSE 2: Big Dru Ha ]\n[00:47.09]Well, it's the ill Caucasian, check the invasion\n[00:49.75]Bushwick to White Plains, the world in seven days and\n[00:51.76]Back in town with the Black Smif-N-Wessun persuasion\n[00:53.51]Wanna flex next, swing one, that's all she wrote\n[00:57.18]Get the point to the joint, now you're bendin for the soap\n[00:58.97]Like my bitch, fuck a bitch real quick, then I vanish\n[01:02.69]I always get the pussy cause I tell em that I'm Spanish\n[01:04.41]Chill, lay low, I'm throwin headcracks in celo\n[01:08.00]Niggaz losin dough so now they gots to bet a kilo\n[01:10.72]Mines for the takin, never fakin when I kick it\n[01:12.59]Girls be on my jock, they want a taste so they lick it\n[01:15.26]Rip it from the back, bust a nut in her crack\n[01:17.92]Big Dru Ha puffin lye and I'm out, black\n[01:19.43][ CHORUS (2X) ]\n[01:20.35]Now you the man, now you the man, now you the man\n[01:23.00]Now you the man, now you the muthafuckin man\n[01:25.71][ VERSE 3: Havoc ]\n[01:31.14]Niggaz regret it when they get wetted with the automatic weapons\n[01:33.80]When I walk the streets I pack a Tec for protection\n[01:36.54]You know the deal, nowadays shit is real\n[01:39.22]Kid, I had it up to here, muthafuckas better chill\n[01:42.07]Cause on the block, yes, kid, we get busy\n[01:43.81]Front on my crew and get bust open like a fuckin Philly\n[01:47.43]Punk muthafuckas on the mic get violated\n[01:49.22]A rhyme ain't a rhyme if it ain't crime-related\n[01:52.83]I'm bustin raps like a nigga bustin caps\n[01:54.61]I grab the mic, cock it back and kick the fuckin facts\n[01:57.34]Stompin niggaz out with my black Timbs\n[02:00.08]Leavin niggaz crippled with artificial limbs\n[02:02.70]A slug in the brain cause you tried to sham\n[02:04.58]You thought you was the man, you fuckin coward\n[02:07.28][ VERSE 4: Tek ]\n[02:08.15]I'm with my ill niggaz troopin down Atlantic Av\n[02:10.94]Three blunts still plus there's weed in the stash\n[02:12.69]Timb boots flop as the l gets sparked\n[02:15.44]Play the (?) from the street, it's flames movin in the dark\n[02:18.11]I've had it up to here with y'all weak-ass rappers\n[02:20.89]Bucktown, home of the Originoo Gun Clappaz\n[02:23.55]The name's Smif-N-Wessun and we're representin lovely\n[02:26.22]Smif joins the forces if you punks try to rob me\n[02:28.92]And I got his back, leave your body lyin flat\n[02:30.74]It's time to 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Excellerator ]\nWhat, here comes the muthafuckin 5\nPatch a crooked I, comin straight out of Bed-Stuy\n9-19, I believe\nWhen I wanna puff a mad l I got the dutch hidden in my sleeve\nThen I call my man Reels\nThen we start the El Dorados and pick us up a fat bag of drills\nAlways keep the nine cocked\nJust in case a nigga feels an appetite for some nice lead lock\nCaught a nigga from a chin\nNow his ass is in, hit the preach cause he said it a sin\n\n[ VERSE 2: Big Dru Ha ]\nWell, it's the ill Caucasian, check the invasion\nBushwick to White Plains, the world in seven days and\nBack in town with the Black Smif-N-Wessun persuasion\nWanna flex next, swing one, that's all she wrote\nGet the point to the joint, now you're bendin for the soap\nLike my bitch, fuck a bitch real quick, then I vanish\nI always get the pussy cause I tell em that I'm Spanish\nChill, lay low, I'm throwin headcracks in celo\nNiggaz losin dough so now they gots to bet a kilo\nMines for the takin, never fakin when I kick it\nGirls be on my jock, they want a taste so they lick it\nRip it from the back, bust a nut in her crack\nBig Dru Ha puffin lye and I'm out, black\n\n[ CHORUS (2X) ]\nNow you the man, now you the man, now you the man\nNow you the man, now you the muthafuckin man\n\n[ VERSE 3: Havoc ]\nNiggaz regret it when they get wetted with the automatic weapons\nWhen I walk the streets I pack a Tec for protection\nYou know the deal, nowadays shit is real\nKid, I had it up to here, muthafuckas better chill\nCause on the block, yes, kid, we get busy\nFront on my crew and get bust open like a fuckin Philly\nPunk muthafuckas on the mic get violated\nA rhyme ain't a rhyme if it ain't crime-related\nI'm bustin raps like a nigga bustin caps\nI grab the mic, cock it back and kick the fuckin facts\nStompin niggaz out with my black Timbs\nLeavin niggaz crippled with artificial limbs\nA slug in the brain cause you tried to sham\nYou thought you was the man, you fuckin coward\n\n[ VERSE 4: Tek ]\nI'm with my ill niggaz troopin down Atlantic Av\nThree blunts still plus there's weed in the stash\nTimb boots flop as the l gets sparked\nPlay the (?) from the street, it's flames movin in the dark\nI've had it up to here with y'all weak-ass rappers\nBucktown, home of the Originoo Gun Clappaz\nThe name's Smif-N-Wessun and we're representin lovely\nSmif joins the forces if you punks try to rob me\nAnd I got his back, leave your body lyin flat\nIt's time to knuckle up, guard your grill, fuck that\nTimberlands bootin up the ass of A&R's\nYou gettin surgery tryin to cover up the scars\nYou pussy (?) bwoy, (?) watch where ya stand\nSmif-N-Wessun comin, lettin you know who's the man\n\n[ CHORUS (2X) ]\nNow you the man, now you the man, now you the man\nNow you the man, now you the muthafuckin man\n\n[ VERSE 5: Steele ]\nThese niggaz is crazy, but I get real rough, no question\nRunnin with Black Moon, representin Smif-N-Wessun\nThe boy's crazy, boys roll Mobb Deep\nBring in Havoc, so get dramatic and get splattered in a heartbeat\nBits and pieces when I release the boom\nThese type of tunes kept me consumed in a rubberroom\nNow I rock with Buckshot, what the fuck, ock\nI got nuff props so you can get the fat cock\n\n[ VERSE 6: Buckshot Shorty ]\nI've got 1, 2, 3, let me know if you're ready for me\nLawd, you must throw your hands upon the mic and let em know\nAbout the flow when you rip and stick it cause you must get wicked\nNever hesitate to (?) lyrical gangster, not lyrical prankster, see\nStraight from the head of Buckshot hittin em real irie\nMi never come fi short, mi a-fi shoot upon di mic\nYou gwan fall like di Babylon on sight\nTaught by my nigga Screwface how you shoe-lace\nLet my nigga Bass tell me who take who place\nSide up and up, side up and up, black\nYo chill, parlay, god, they ain't ready for that\nThey ain't ready for that\nEverybody wan fly and get high but nobody wan die, why\n\nHey yo word up, kid\nThat's not that bullshit\nWord, hahaha\n\n[ CHORUS (4X) ]\nNow you the man, now you the man, now you the man\nNow you the man, now you the muthafuckin man","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.90] F/ Big Dru Ha, Havoc, Smif-N-Wessun\n[00:09.94] [ VERSE 1: 5ft. Excellerator ]\n[00:20.77] What, here comes the muthafuckin 5\n[00:23.46] Patch a crooked I, comin straight out of Bed-Stuy\n[00:26.16] 9-19, I believe\n[00:28.01] When I wanna puff a mad l I got the dutch hidden in my sleeve\n[00:31.64] Then I call my man Reels\n[00:33.42] Then we start the El Dorados and pick us up a fat bag of drills\n[00:36.17] Always keep the nine cocked\n[00:37.91] Just in case a nigga feels an appetite for some nice lead lock\n[00:41.55] Caught a nigga from a chin\n[00:43.38] Now his ass is in, hit the preach cause he said it a sin\n[00:46.13] [ VERSE 2: Big Dru Ha ]\n[00:47.09] Well, it's the ill Caucasian, check the invasion\n[00:49.75] Bushwick to White Plains, the world in seven days and\n[00:51.76] Back in town with the Black Smif-N-Wessun persuasion\n[00:53.51] Wanna flex next, swing one, that's all she wrote\n[00:57.18] Get the point to the joint, now you're bendin for the soap\n[00:58.97] Like my bitch, fuck a bitch real quick, then I vanish\n[01:02.69] I always get the pussy cause I tell em that I'm Spanish\n[01:04.41] Chill, lay low, I'm throwin headcracks in celo\n[01:08.00] Niggaz losin dough so now they gots to bet a kilo\n[01:10.72] Mines for the takin, never fakin when I kick it\n[01:12.59] Girls be on my jock, they want a taste so they lick it\n[01:15.26] Rip it from the back, bust a nut in her crack\n[01:17.92] Big Dru Ha puffin lye and I'm out, black\n[01:19.43] [ CHORUS (2X) ]\n[01:20.35] Now you the man, now you the man, now you the man\n[01:23.00] Now you the man, now you the muthafuckin man\n[01:25.71] [ VERSE 3: Havoc ]\n[01:31.14] Niggaz regret it when they get wetted with the automatic weapons\n[01:33.80] When I walk the streets I pack a Tec for protection\n[01:36.54] You know the deal, nowadays shit is real\n[01:39.22] Kid, I had it up to here, muthafuckas better chill\n[01:42.07] Cause on the block, yes, kid, we get busy\n[01:43.81] Front on my crew and get bust open like a fuckin Philly\n[01:47.43] Punk muthafuckas on the mic get violated\n[01:49.22] A rhyme ain't a rhyme if it ain't crime-related\n[01:52.83] I'm bustin raps like a nigga bustin caps\n[01:54.61] I grab the mic, cock it back and kick the fuckin facts\n[01:57.34] Stompin niggaz out with my black Timbs\n[02:00.08] Leavin niggaz crippled with artificial limbs\n[02:02.70] A slug in the brain cause you tried to sham\n[02:04.58] You thought you was the man, you fuckin coward\n[02:07.28] [ VERSE 4: Tek ]\n[02:08.15] I'm with my ill niggaz troopin down Atlantic Av\n[02:10.94] Three blunts still plus there's weed in the stash\n[02:12.69] Timb boots flop as the l gets sparked\n[02:15.44] Play the (?) from the street, it's flames movin in the dark\n[02:18.11] I've had it up to here with y'all weak-ass rappers\n[02:20.89] Bucktown, home of the Originoo Gun Clappaz\n[02:23.55] The name's Smif-N-Wessun and we're representin lovely\n[02:26.22] Smif joins the forces if you punks try to rob me\n[02:28.92] And I got his back, leave your body lyin flat\n[02:30.74] It's time to knuckle up, guard your grill, fuck that\n[02:33.48] Timberlands bootin up the ass of A&R's\n[02:36.14] You gettin surgery tryin to cover up the scars\n[02:38.88] You pussy (?) bwoy, (?) watch where ya stand\n[02:41.54] Smif-N-Wessun comin, lettin you know who's the man\n[02:43.34] [ CHORUS (2X) ]\n[02:44.39] Now you the man, now you the man, now you the man\n[02:46.19] Now you the man, now you the muthafuckin man\n[02:48.85] [ VERSE 5: Steele ]\n[02:54.24] These niggaz is crazy, but I get real rough, no question\n[02:56.91] Runnin with Black Moon, representin Smif-N-Wessun\n[02:59.63] The boy's crazy, boys roll Mobb Deep\n[03:01.46] Bring in Havoc, so get dramatic and get splattered in a heartbeat\n[03:05.05] Bits and pieces when I release the boom\n[03:07.75] These type of tunes kept me consumed in a rubberroom\n[03:10.40] Now I rock with Buckshot, what the fuck, ock\n[03:13.16] I got nuff props so you can get the fat cock\n[03:14.00] [ VERSE 6: Buckshot Shorty ]\n[03:15.09] I've got 1, 2, 3, let me know if you're ready for me\n[03:19.56] Lawd, you must throw your hands upon the mic and let em know\n[03:22.28] About the flow when you rip and stick it cause you must get wicked\n[03:25.87] Never hesitate to (?) lyrical gangster, not lyrical prankster, see\n[03:30.32] Straight from the head of Buckshot hittin em real irie\n[03:33.92] Mi never come fi short, mi a-fi shoot upon di mic\n[03:36.67] You gwan fall like di Babylon on sight\n[03:39.36] Taught by my nigga Screwface how you shoe-lace\n[03:42.14] Let my nigga Bass tell me who take who place\n[03:43.96] Side up and up, side up and up, black\n[03:46.61] Yo chill, parlay, god, they ain't ready for that\n[03:48.46] They ain't ready for that\n[03:48.88] Everybody wan fly and get high but nobody wan die, why\n[03:54.26] Hey yo word up, kid\n[03:56.05] That's not that bullshit\n[03:58.73] Word, hahaha\n[03:59.64] [ CHORUS (4X) ]\n[04:00.50] Now you the man, now you the man, now you the 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end_ms: 219360\n- text: Taught by my nigga Screwface how you shoe-lace\n start_ms: 219360\n end_ms: 222140\n- text: Let my nigga Bass tell me who take who place\n start_ms: 222140\n end_ms: 223960\n- text: Side up and up, side up and up, black\n start_ms: 223960\n end_ms: 226610\n- text: Yo chill, parlay, god, they ain't ready for that\n start_ms: 226610\n end_ms: 228460\n- text: They ain't ready for that\n start_ms: 228460\n end_ms: 228880\n- text: Everybody wan fly and get high but nobody wan die, why\n start_ms: 228880\n end_ms: 234260\n- text: Hey yo word up, kid\n start_ms: 234260\n end_ms: 236050\n- text: That's not that bullshit\n start_ms: 236050\n end_ms: 238730\n- text: Word, hahaha\n start_ms: 238730\n end_ms: 239640\n- text: '[ CHORUS (4X) ]'\n start_ms: 239640\n end_ms: 240500\n- text: Now you the man, now you the man, now you the man\n start_ms: 240500\n end_ms: 241480\n- text: Now you the man, now you the muthafuckin man\n start_ms: 241480\n end_ms: 251340\n- text: ''\n 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Excellerator ]\n What, here comes the muthafuckin 5\n Patch a crooked I, comin straight out of Bed-Stuy\n 9-19, I believe\n When I wanna puff a mad l I got the dutch hidden in my sleeve\n Then I call my man Reels\n Then we start the El Dorados and pick us up a fat bag of drills\n Always keep the nine cocked\n Just in case a nigga feels an appetite for some nice lead lock\n Caught a nigga from a chin\n Now his ass is in, hit the preach cause he said it a sin\n\n [ VERSE 2: Big Dru Ha ]\n Well, it's the ill Caucasian, check the invasion\n Bushwick to White Plains, the world in seven days and\n Back in town with the Black Smif-N-Wessun persuasion\n Wanna flex next, swing one, that's all she wrote\n Get the point to the joint, now you're bendin for the soap\n Like my bitch, fuck a bitch real quick, then I vanish\n I always get the pussy cause I tell em that I'm Spanish\n Chill, lay low, I'm throwin headcracks in celo\n Niggaz losin dough so now they gots to bet a kilo\n Mines for the takin, never fakin when I kick it\n Girls be on my jock, they want a taste so they lick it\n Rip it from the back, bust a nut in her crack\n Big Dru Ha puffin lye and I'm out, black\n\n [ CHORUS (2X) ]\n Now you the man, now you the man, now you the man\n Now you the man, now you the muthafuckin man\n\n [ VERSE 3: Havoc ]\n Niggaz regret it when they get wetted with the automatic weapons\n When I walk the streets I pack a Tec for protection\n You know the deal, nowadays shit is real\n Kid, I had it up to here, muthafuckas better chill\n Cause on the block, yes, kid, we get busy\n Front on my crew and get bust open like a fuckin Philly\n Punk muthafuckas on the mic get violated\n A rhyme ain't a rhyme if it ain't crime-related\n I'm bustin raps like a nigga bustin caps\n I grab the mic, cock it back and kick the fuckin facts\n Stompin niggaz out with my black Timbs\n Leavin niggaz crippled with artificial limbs\n A slug in the brain cause you tried to sham\n You thought you was the man, you fuckin coward\n\n [ VERSE 4: Tek ]\n I'm with my ill niggaz troopin down Atlantic Av\n Three blunts still plus there's weed in the stash\n Timb boots flop as the l gets sparked\n Play the (?) from the street, it's flames movin in the dark\n I've had it up to here with y'all weak-ass rappers\n Bucktown, home of the Originoo Gun Clappaz\n The name's Smif-N-Wessun and we're representin lovely\n Smif joins the forces if you punks try to rob me\n And I got his back, leave your body lyin flat\n It's time to knuckle up, guard your grill, fuck that\n Timberlands bootin up the ass of A&R's\n You gettin surgery tryin to cover up the scars\n You pussy (?) bwoy, (?) watch where ya stand\n Smif-N-Wessun comin, lettin you know who's the man\n\n [ CHORUS (2X) ]\n Now you the man, now you the man, now you the man\n Now you the man, now you the muthafuckin man\n\n [ VERSE 5: Steele ]\n These niggaz is crazy, but I get real rough, no question\n Runnin with Black Moon, representin Smif-N-Wessun\n The boy's crazy, boys roll Mobb Deep\n Bring in Havoc, so get dramatic and get splattered in a heartbeat\n Bits and pieces when I release the boom\n These type of tunes kept me consumed in a rubberroom\n Now I rock with Buckshot, what the fuck, ock\n I got nuff props so you can get the fat cock\n\n [ VERSE 6: Buckshot Shorty ]\n I've got 1, 2, 3, let me know if you're ready for me\n Lawd, you must throw your hands upon the mic and let em know\n About the flow when you rip and stick it cause you must get wicked\n Never hesitate to (?) lyrical gangster, not lyrical prankster, see\n Straight from the head of Buckshot hittin em real irie\n Mi never come fi short, mi a-fi shoot upon di mic\n You gwan fall like di Babylon on sight\n Taught by my nigga Screwface how you shoe-lace\n Let my nigga Bass tell me who take who place\n Side up and up, side up and up, black\n Yo chill, parlay, god, they ain't ready for that\n They ain't ready for that\n Everybody wan fly and get high but nobody wan die, 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the real mic check\n start_ms: 110750\n end_ms: 113150\n- text: Like my nigga Smif gettin swift on the gift\n start_ms: 113150\n end_ms: 115600\n- text: Then I toss another lesson to my nigga Wessun\n start_ms: 115600\n end_ms: 118560\n- text: And my nigga Five from the tribe of Moon\n start_ms: 118560\n end_ms: 121000\n- text: Pass the Crooked I, bitch yo pass the boom\n start_ms: 121000\n end_ms: 123790\n- text: Whenever you're ready I'ma take you into the stage\n start_ms: 123790\n end_ms: 126960\n- text: Deep in the mind of a slave\n start_ms: 126960\n end_ms: 130880\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 130880\nplain: |-\n I'm gettin the ahh, I'm gettin the ahh from the\n weak shit that I hear no lyrical styles come near\n to the one who boasts like Buck\n On the mic truck, cuz I never gave a fuck\n I hate the weak shit, man it be fuckin with my soul\n I peeped how radio be trying to take control\n Tellin me to get a little lighter on my lyrics\n But if it ain't real on the mic I can't feel it\n Straight from my bloodstream, I pump finesse\n Nevertheless, hold it in your chest like stress\n Rhythm and blues style is not in my environment\n And when I \"slowww dowwwn\" it's time to take a hit\n But until I fall off, call off your set\n and if you never knew me, then you never knew wreck\n Look inside of the mind and see\n Cause you might be trapped with a nigga like me\n\n I feel like I'm trapped in the motherfuckin cave\n To the rhythm I'm a slave, lookin in my grave\n Jugulur vein bustin out my neck, you see the rage\n I move when I groove cuz I'm into, the stage\n of the Buckshot, black, I'm bringin it back\n to the roots, like Timberland boots, home on my rack\n And I don't give a FUCK what you say\n Commercial rap, get the gun clap, day after day\n Niggaz don't play on the d low, kid you know my steelo\n I roll on more niggaz than cee-lo\n We might just bumrush your set\n Me AND my niggaz on the real mic check\n Like my nigga Smif gettin swift on the gift\n Then I toss another lesson to my nigga Wessun\n And my nigga Five from the tribe of Moon\n Pass the Crooked I, bitch yo pass the boom\n Whenever you're ready I'ma take you into the stage\n Deep in the mind of a slave\n"},{"id":33288438,"name":"No Speak No Slave","trackName":"No Speak No Slave","artistName":"The Black Crowes","albumName":"The Southern Harmony And Musical Companion / High As The Moon","duration":241.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Rooster crows at the break of dawn\nA mother dies without her only son\nA doctor laughs in the face of disease\nI never once heard a preacher say, \"Please\"\n\nAnd you wanna be heard, hey\nBut none of us understand a word\nNo, no, no, no, no\n\nAnd you wanna be free\nYes, you do now\nBut don't speak like a slave to me\n\nPolicemen who break the law\nPoliticians they rise and fall\nA baby cryin' for its mother's milk, yeah\nA daddy's secret, a hidden guilt, hoo\n\nBut you wanna be heard\nBut none of us understand a word\nNo, no, no\n\nAnd you wanna be free\nYes, you do now\nBecause you're speakin' like a slave to me, yeah\n\nOoo, ya see you know what you're thinkin'\n\nAah\nAnd a, you, you wanna be heard\nYes you do now, uhh\nBut none of us ever, ever understand a word\nNo, no, no, no\n\nAnd you, you wanna be free\nYes, you do now\nBut don't you speak like a slave to me, yeah\n\nAnd you who desired to be heard, well\nBut none of us ever, ever understand a word\nNo, no, no, no, no, no\n\nYou, you wanna be free, hey\nBut [Incomprehensible] don't you speak like a slave to me\n\nAah\nNow, now, now, now, now\nAah, uh uh, ah ah, oo oo","syncedLyrics":"[00:48.02] Rooster crows at the break of dawn\n[00:53.43] A mother dies without her only son\n[00:58.85] A doctor laughs in the face of disease\n[01:04.20] I never once heard a preacher say, \"Please\"\n[01:10.61] And you wanna be heard, hey\n[01:16.04] But none of us understand a word\n[01:19.60] No, no, no, no, no\n[01:22.34] And you wanna be free\n[01:25.92] Yes, you do now\n[01:26.87] But don't speak like a slave to me\n[01:33.11] Policemen who break the law\n[01:38.63] Politicians they rise and fall\n[01:44.02] A baby cryin' for its mother's milk, yeah\n[01:50.33] A daddy's secret, a hidden guilt, hoo\n[01:55.71] But you wanna be heard\n[02:01.24] But none of us understand a word\n[02:04.88] No, no, no\n[02:07.50] And you wanna be free\n[02:11.19] Yes, you do now\n[02:12.99] Because you're speakin' like a slave to me, yeah\n[02:20.16] Ooo, ya see you know what you're thinkin'\n[02:23.84] Aah\n[03:04.49] And a, you, you wanna be heard\n[03:08.94] Yes you do now, uhh\n[03:10.71] But none of us ever, ever understand a word\n[03:14.39] No, no, no, no\n[03:17.05] And you, you wanna be free\n[03:19.72] Yes, you do now\n[03:22.52] But don't you speak like a slave to me, yeah\n[03:27.94] And you who desired to be heard, well\n[03:33.38] But none of us ever, ever understand a word\n[03:36.94] No, no, no, no, no, no\n[03:40.68] You, you wanna be 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