[{"id":20210544,"name":"Shogun","trackName":"Shogun","artistName":"Canibus","albumName":"Mic Club: Mixtape Master, Volume 1","duration":213.446531,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(One) Yo yo (One two!)\nYo Big {Talk to me Big}\n(Check me out right here yo)\nYo Big Big, tell 'em turn it up!\n{Yo talk to me so I can talk to them} Turn it up!\n(You need to turn the track up a little bit for me)\n{Tell me what the fuck to do} Turn it up!\n(All up in my ears, the mic is loud but the music ain't loud)\nYo... this ain't about battlin, this ain't about beef no more\n(Yeah) {True} We stickin to the music {aight then}\n(Yeah!) You had a couple, a couple of altercations\nA couple of cats knocked you down - you gon' stay down?\n{Hell no nigga!} You gon' get up? {I'm 'bout to slay these niggaz!}\nShow me that lyrical fitness you was talkin 'bout\n{Aight then, aight, let's go!} (Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh)\n\n(Canibus)\nAiyyo the sun don't shine forever, but I could rhyme forever\nI'm a Ripper, this is personal nigga\nI'm back - so charged, I don't know how to act\nThe face lifter, Kay Slay, Money Mark and Shaq\n\n(Shaq Diesel)\nIn the Commission, I ain't got to ask for shit\nI'm D's Capo, B.I.G. from the Bricks\nYou heard of me, seven one, three-fitty\nReal black and shitty, wife real pretty\nShaq Dizzy, I take what you won't give me\nI bust off a couple, bitch let 'em hold fifty\nMC's is comical, Sasquatch phenomenal\nIV's plug in your arm inside the hospital\nNever gotta spit, I make more than Mike\nAnyone - Jordan, Jackson, Tyson\nAc-shun Diesel, ridiculous\nBig Shaq, Kay Slay, 'Bis back to bust\n\n(Canibus)\nCan-I-bust verbal to burst you\nRaw shit, forklift the high hats in the side to let my verse through\nI'm so high in the clouds I gotta aim down\nLyrically I'm six foot one from the waist down\nLay down or taste rounds from the trey pound\nKiss the ground as you lay face down\nGhetto life is a death sentence\nBorn in the hood, end up dead slumped over a car engine\nI am Shogun, loved by no one\nMy props stop when the show's done, how come?\nThese uncreative ungrateful scum\nBeen where I been, but can't understand where I'm from\nLet me show you how the fire work over here son\nYou gon' wear that watch, you might as well wear a gun\nWhen you come around real gangsters, you don't front\nUnless life is a luxury that you don't want\nThe long gat, the stocking cap, serious\nas a heart attack like Redd Foxx puttin on the act\nCouple more reps, let the muscles flex\nDamn you gettin big 'Bis, they don't love you yet?\nI'm as smooth as smooth can get\nI shake your hand to bruise your neck to improve your breath\nHang with rappers, actors and ascended masters\nPuffin on hash and defendin the classics\nI got hip-hop in my blood, I'm blessed\nOutside the bones but inside the flesh\nThey better film this shit, cause I'm 'bout to blaze you\nAnd get it on tape too, I'm 'bout to Kay Slay you\nSomebody gon' grab you, try to escape\nHold you down while I perform Capoeira on your face\nWhy you sound like that? Why you tear the mic down like that?\nWhy you sound so intense when you rap?\nThe airborne assault you can't call off, breathe exhaust\nlike a horse or a supercharged Mustang Ford\nGood God niggaz is weak, I got real power\nY'all rap for minutes, I rap for hours\nNow I only got a couple more bars to pounce ya\nOver the counter drugs, Canibus all in ya mouth son\nI wish this was a battle, I'd grab the mic\nand do curls and destroy you in front of the world\nBesides Corey Gunz, ain't shit hot since I been gone\nMaybe it's because you puff the same shit I bent on\nKay Slay, 2004 nigga, the Ripper.\nMic Club, get the picture?\nMic Club, get the picture?\"","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Shogun\n  artist: Canibus\n  album: 'Mic Club: Mixtape Master, Volume 1'\n  duration_ms: 213447\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (One) Yo yo (One two!)\n  Yo Big {Talk to me Big}\n  (Check me out right here yo)\n  Yo Big Big, tell 'em turn it up!\n  {Yo talk to me so I can talk to them} Turn it up!\n  (You need to turn the track up a little bit for me)\n  {Tell me what the fuck to do} Turn it up!\n  (All up in my ears, the mic is loud but the music ain't loud)\n  Yo... this ain't about battlin, this ain't about beef no more\n  (Yeah) {True} We stickin to the music {aight then}\n  (Yeah!) You had a couple, a couple of altercations\n  A couple of cats knocked you down - you gon' stay down?\n  {Hell no nigga!} You gon' get up? {I'm 'bout to slay these niggaz!}\n  Show me that lyrical fitness you was talkin 'bout\n  {Aight then, aight, let's go!} (Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh)\n\n  (Canibus)\n  Aiyyo the sun don't shine forever, but I could rhyme forever\n  I'm a Ripper, this is personal nigga\n  I'm back - so charged, I don't know how to act\n  The face lifter, Kay Slay, Money Mark and Shaq\n\n  (Shaq Diesel)\n  In the Commission, I ain't got to ask for shit\n  I'm D's Capo, B.I.G. from the Bricks\n  You heard of me, seven one, three-fitty\n  Real black and shitty, wife real pretty\n  Shaq Dizzy, I take what you won't give me\n  I bust off a couple, bitch let 'em hold fifty\n  MC's is comical, Sasquatch phenomenal\n  IV's plug in your arm inside the hospital\n  Never gotta spit, I make more than Mike\n  Anyone - Jordan, Jackson, Tyson\n  Ac-shun Diesel, ridiculous\n  Big Shaq, Kay Slay, 'Bis back to bust\n\n  (Canibus)\n  Can-I-bust verbal to burst you\n  Raw shit, forklift the high hats in the side to let my verse through\n  I'm so high in the clouds I gotta aim down\n  Lyrically I'm six foot one from the waist down\n  Lay down or taste rounds from the trey pound\n  Kiss the ground as you lay face down\n  Ghetto life is a death sentence\n  Born in the hood, end up dead slumped over a car engine\n  I am Shogun, loved by no one\n  My props stop when the show's done, how come?\n  These uncreative ungrateful scum\n  Been where I been, but can't understand where I'm from\n  Let me show you how the fire work over here son\n  You gon' wear that watch, you might as well wear a gun\n  When you come around real gangsters, you don't front\n  Unless life is a luxury that you don't want\n  The long gat, the stocking cap, serious\n  as a heart attack like Redd Foxx puttin on the act\n  Couple more reps, let the muscles flex\n  Damn you gettin big 'Bis, they don't love you yet?\n  I'm as smooth as smooth can get\n  I shake your hand to bruise your neck to improve your breath\n  Hang with rappers, actors and ascended masters\n  Puffin on hash and defendin the classics\n  I got hip-hop in my blood, I'm blessed\n  Outside the bones but inside the flesh\n  They better film this shit, cause I'm 'bout to blaze you\n  And get it on tape too, I'm 'bout to Kay Slay you\n  Somebody gon' grab you, try to escape\n  Hold you down while I perform Capoeira on your face\n  Why you sound like that? Why you tear the mic down like that?\n  Why you sound so intense when you rap?\n  The airborne assault you can't call off, breathe exhaust\n  like a horse or a supercharged Mustang Ford\n  Good God niggaz is weak, I got real power\n  Y'all rap for minutes, I rap for hours\n  Now I only got a couple more bars to pounce ya\n  Over the counter drugs, Canibus all in ya mouth son\n  I wish this was a battle, I'd grab the mic\n  and do curls and destroy you in front of the world\n  Besides Corey Gunz, ain't shit hot since I been gone\n  Maybe it's because you puff the same shit I bent on\n  Kay Slay, 2004 nigga, the Ripper.\n  Mic Club, get the picture?\n  Mic Club, get the picture?\"\n"},{"id":25002877,"name":"Shogun","trackName":"Shogun","artistName":"Canibus","albumName":"Mic Club- Mixtape Master, Volume 1","duration":215.904,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(One) Yo yo (One two!)\nYo Big {Talk to me Big}\n(Check me out right here yo)\nYo Big Big, tell 'em turn it up!\n{Yo talk to me so I can talk to them} Turn it up!\n(You need to turn the track up a little bit for me)\n{Tell me what the fuck to do} Turn it up!\n(All up in my ears, the mic is loud but the music ain't loud)\nYo... this ain't about battlin, this ain't about beef no more\n(Yeah) {True} We stickin to the music {aight then}\n(Yeah!) You had a couple, a couple of altercations\nA couple of cats knocked you down - you gon' stay down?\n{Hell no nigga!} You gon' get up? {I'm 'bout to slay these niggaz!}\nShow me that lyrical fitness you was talkin 'bout\n{Aight then, aight, let's go!} (Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh)\n\n(Canibus)\nAiyyo the sun don't shine forever, but I could rhyme forever\nI'm a Ripper, this is personal nigga\nI'm back - so charged, I don't know how to act\nThe face lifter, Kay Slay, Money Mark and Shaq\n\n(Shaq Diesel)\nIn the Commission, I ain't got to ask for shit\nI'm D's Capo, B.I.G. from the Bricks\nYou heard of me, seven one, three-fitty\nReal black and shitty, wife real pretty\nShaq Dizzy, I take what you won't give me\nI bust off a couple, bitch let 'em hold fifty\nMC's is comical, Sasquatch phenomenal\nIV's plug in your arm inside the hospital\nNever gotta spit, I make more than Mike\nAnyone - Jordan, Jackson, Tyson\nAc-shun Diesel, ridiculous\nBig Shaq, Kay Slay, 'Bis back to bust\n\n(Canibus)\nCan-I-bust verbal to burst you\nRaw shit, forklift the high hats in the side to let my verse through\nI'm so high in the clouds I gotta aim down\nLyrically I'm six foot one from the waist down\nLay down or taste rounds from the trey pound\nKiss the ground as you lay face down\nGhetto life is a death sentence\nBorn in the hood, end up dead slumped over a car engine\nI am Shogun, loved by no one\nMy props stop when the show's done, how come?\nThese uncreative ungrateful scum\nBeen where I been, but can't understand where I'm from\nLet me show you how the fire work over here son\nYou gon' wear that watch, you might as well wear a gun\nWhen you come around real gangsters, you don't front\nUnless life is a luxury that you don't want\nThe long gat, the stocking cap, serious\nas a heart attack like Redd Foxx puttin on the act\nCouple more reps, let the muscles flex\nDamn you gettin big 'Bis, they don't love you yet?\nI'm as smooth as smooth can get\nI shake your hand to bruise your neck to improve your breath\nHang with rappers, actors and ascended masters\nPuffin on hash and defendin the classics\nI got hip-hop in my blood, I'm blessed\nOutside the bones but inside the flesh\nThey better film this shit, cause I'm 'bout to blaze you\nAnd get it on tape too, I'm 'bout to Kay Slay you\nSomebody gon' grab you, try to escape\nHold you down while I perform Capoeira on your face\nWhy you sound like that? Why you tear the mic down like that?\nWhy you sound so intense when you rap?\nThe airborne assault you can't call off, breathe exhaust\nlike a horse or a supercharged Mustang Ford\nGood God niggaz is weak, I got real power\nY'all rap for minutes, I rap for hours\nNow I only got a couple more bars to pounce ya\nOver the counter drugs, Canibus all in ya mouth son\nI wish this was a battle, I'd grab the mic\nand do curls and destroy you in front of the world\nBesides Corey Gunz, ain't shit hot since I been gone\nMaybe it's because you puff the same shit I bent on\nKay Slay, 2004 nigga, the Ripper.\nMic Club, get the picture?\nMic Club, get the picture?\"","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Shogun\n  artist: Canibus\n  album: Mic Club- Mixtape Master, Volume 1\n  duration_ms: 215904\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (One) Yo yo (One two!)\n  Yo Big {Talk to me Big}\n  (Check me out right here yo)\n  Yo Big Big, tell 'em turn it up!\n  {Yo talk to me so I can talk to them} Turn it up!\n  (You need to turn the track up a little bit for me)\n  {Tell me what the fuck to do} Turn it up!\n  (All up in my ears, the mic is loud but the music ain't loud)\n  Yo... this ain't about battlin, this ain't about beef no more\n  (Yeah) {True} We stickin to the music {aight then}\n  (Yeah!) You had a couple, a couple of altercations\n  A couple of cats knocked you down - you gon' stay down?\n  {Hell no nigga!} You gon' get up? {I'm 'bout to slay these niggaz!}\n  Show me that lyrical fitness you was talkin 'bout\n  {Aight then, aight, let's go!} (Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh)\n\n  (Canibus)\n  Aiyyo the sun don't shine forever, but I could rhyme forever\n  I'm a Ripper, this is personal nigga\n  I'm back - so charged, I don't know how to act\n  The face lifter, Kay Slay, Money Mark and Shaq\n\n  (Shaq Diesel)\n  In the Commission, I ain't got to ask for shit\n  I'm D's Capo, B.I.G. from the Bricks\n  You heard of me, seven one, three-fitty\n  Real black and shitty, wife real pretty\n  Shaq Dizzy, I take what you won't give me\n  I bust off a couple, bitch let 'em hold fifty\n  MC's is comical, Sasquatch phenomenal\n  IV's plug in your arm inside the hospital\n  Never gotta spit, I make more than Mike\n  Anyone - Jordan, Jackson, Tyson\n  Ac-shun Diesel, ridiculous\n  Big Shaq, Kay Slay, 'Bis back to bust\n\n  (Canibus)\n  Can-I-bust verbal to burst you\n  Raw shit, forklift the high hats in the side to let my verse through\n  I'm so high in the clouds I gotta aim down\n  Lyrically I'm six foot one from the waist down\n  Lay down or taste rounds from the trey pound\n  Kiss the ground as you lay face down\n  Ghetto life is a death sentence\n  Born in the hood, end up dead slumped over a car engine\n  I am Shogun, loved by no one\n  My props stop when the show's done, how come?\n  These uncreative ungrateful scum\n  Been where I been, but can't understand where I'm from\n  Let me show you how the fire work over here son\n  You gon' wear that watch, you might as well wear a gun\n  When you come around real gangsters, you don't front\n  Unless life is a luxury that you don't want\n  The long gat, the stocking cap, serious\n  as a heart attack like Redd Foxx puttin on the act\n  Couple more reps, let the muscles flex\n  Damn you gettin big 'Bis, they don't love you yet?\n  I'm as smooth as smooth can get\n  I shake your hand to bruise your neck to improve your breath\n  Hang with rappers, actors and ascended masters\n  Puffin on hash and defendin the classics\n  I got hip-hop in my blood, I'm blessed\n  Outside the bones but inside the flesh\n  They better film this shit, cause I'm 'bout to blaze you\n  And get it on tape too, I'm 'bout to Kay Slay you\n  Somebody gon' grab you, try to escape\n  Hold you down while I perform Capoeira on your face\n  Why you sound like that? Why you tear the mic down like that?\n  Why you sound so intense when you rap?\n  The airborne assault you can't call off, breathe exhaust\n  like a horse or a supercharged Mustang Ford\n  Good God niggaz is weak, I got real power\n  Y'all rap for minutes, I rap for hours\n  Now I only got a couple more bars to pounce ya\n  Over the counter drugs, Canibus all in ya mouth son\n  I wish this was a battle, I'd grab the mic\n  and do curls and destroy you in front of the world\n  Besides Corey Gunz, ain't shit hot since I been gone\n  Maybe it's because you puff the same shit I bent on\n  Kay Slay, 2004 nigga, the Ripper.\n  Mic Club, get the picture?\n  Mic Club, get the picture?\"\n"},{"id":38995857,"name":"Shogun","trackName":"Shogun","artistName":"Canibus","albumName":"Mic Club: Mixtape Master, Volume 1","duration":211.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(One) Yo yo (One two!)\nYo Big {Talk to me Big}\n(Check me out right here yo)\nYo Big Big, tell 'em turn it up!\n{Yo talk to me so I can talk to them} Turn it up!\n(You need to turn the track up a little bit for me)\n{Tell me what the fuck to do} Turn it up!\n(All up in my ears, the mic is loud but the music ain't loud)\nYo... this ain't about battlin, this ain't about beef no more\n(Yeah) {True} We stickin to the music {aight then}\n(Yeah!) You had a couple, a couple of altercations\nA couple of cats knocked you down - you gon' stay down?\n{Hell no nigga!} You gon' get up? {I'm 'bout to slay these niggaz!}\nShow me that lyrical fitness you was talkin 'bout\n{Aight then, aight, let's go!} (Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh)\n\n(Canibus)\nAiyyo the sun don't shine forever, but I could rhyme forever\nI'm a Ripper, this is personal nigga\nI'm back - so charged, I don't know how to act\nThe face lifter, Kay Slay, Money Mark and Shaq\n\n(Shaq Diesel)\nIn the Commission, I ain't got to ask for shit\nI'm D's Capo, B.I.G. from the Bricks\nYou heard of me, seven one, three-fitty\nReal black and shitty, wife real pretty\nShaq Dizzy, I take what you won't give me\nI bust off a couple, bitch let 'em hold fifty\nMC's is comical, Sasquatch phenomenal\nIV's plug in your arm inside the hospital\nNever gotta spit, I make more than Mike\nAnyone - Jordan, Jackson, Tyson\nAc-shun Diesel, ridiculous\nBig Shaq, Kay Slay, 'Bis back to bust\n\n(Canibus)\nCan-I-bust verbal to burst you\nRaw shit, forklift the high hats in the side to let my verse through\nI'm so high in the clouds I gotta aim down\nLyrically I'm six foot one from the waist down\nLay down or taste rounds from the trey pound\nKiss the ground as you lay face down\nGhetto life is a death sentence\nBorn in the hood, end up dead slumped over a car engine\nI am Shogun, loved by no one\nMy props stop when the show's done, how come?\nThese uncreative ungrateful scum\nBeen where I been, but can't understand where I'm from\nLet me show you how the fire work over here son\nYou gon' wear that watch, you might as well wear a gun\nWhen you come around real gangsters, you don't front\nUnless life is a luxury that you don't want\nThe long gat, the stocking cap, serious\nas a heart attack like Redd Foxx puttin on the act\nCouple more reps, let the muscles flex\nDamn you gettin big 'Bis, they don't love you yet?\nI'm as smooth as smooth can get\nI shake your hand to bruise your neck to improve your breath\nHang with rappers, actors and ascended masters\nPuffin on hash and defendin the classics\nI got hip-hop in my blood, I'm blessed\nOutside the bones but inside the flesh\nThey better film this shit, cause I'm 'bout to blaze you\nAnd get it on tape too, I'm 'bout to Kay Slay you\nSomebody gon' grab you, try to escape\nHold you down while I perform Capoeira on your face\nWhy you sound like that? Why you tear the mic down like that?\nWhy you sound so intense when you rap?\nThe airborne assault you can't call off, breathe exhaust\nlike a horse or a supercharged Mustang Ford\nGood God niggaz is weak, I got real power\nY'all rap for minutes, I rap for hours\nNow I only got a couple more bars to pounce ya\nOver the counter drugs, Canibus all in ya mouth son\nI wish this was a battle, I'd grab the mic\nand do curls and destroy you in front of the world\nBesides Corey Gunz, ain't shit hot since I been gone\nMaybe it's because you puff the same shit I bent on\nKay Slay, 2004 nigga, the Ripper.\nMic Club, get the picture?\nMic Club, get the picture?\"","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Shogun\n  artist: Canibus\n  album: 'Mic Club: Mixtape Master, Volume 1'\n  duration_ms: 211000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (One) Yo yo (One two!)\n  Yo Big {Talk to me Big}\n  (Check me out right here yo)\n  Yo Big Big, tell 'em turn it up!\n  {Yo talk to me so I can talk to them} Turn it up!\n  (You need to turn the track up a little bit for me)\n  {Tell me what the fuck to do} Turn it up!\n  (All up in my ears, the mic is loud but the music ain't loud)\n  Yo... this ain't about battlin, this ain't about beef no more\n  (Yeah) {True} We stickin to the music {aight then}\n  (Yeah!) You had a couple, a couple of altercations\n  A couple of cats knocked you down - you gon' stay down?\n  {Hell no nigga!} You gon' get up? {I'm 'bout to slay these niggaz!}\n  Show me that lyrical fitness you was talkin 'bout\n  {Aight then, aight, let's go!} (Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh)\n\n  (Canibus)\n  Aiyyo the sun don't shine forever, but I could rhyme forever\n  I'm a Ripper, this is personal nigga\n  I'm back - so charged, I don't know how to act\n  The face lifter, Kay Slay, Money Mark and Shaq\n\n  (Shaq Diesel)\n  In the Commission, I ain't got to ask for shit\n  I'm D's Capo, B.I.G. from the Bricks\n  You heard of me, seven one, three-fitty\n  Real black and shitty, wife real pretty\n  Shaq Dizzy, I take what you won't give me\n  I bust off a couple, bitch let 'em hold fifty\n  MC's is comical, Sasquatch phenomenal\n  IV's plug in your arm inside the hospital\n  Never gotta spit, I make more than Mike\n  Anyone - Jordan, Jackson, Tyson\n  Ac-shun Diesel, ridiculous\n  Big Shaq, Kay Slay, 'Bis back to bust\n\n  (Canibus)\n  Can-I-bust verbal to burst you\n  Raw shit, forklift the high hats in the side to let my verse through\n  I'm so high in the clouds I gotta aim down\n  Lyrically I'm six foot one from the waist down\n  Lay down or taste rounds from the trey pound\n  Kiss the ground as you lay face down\n  Ghetto life is a death sentence\n  Born in the hood, end up dead slumped over a car engine\n  I am Shogun, loved by no one\n  My props stop when the show's done, how come?\n  These uncreative ungrateful scum\n  Been where I been, but can't understand where I'm from\n  Let me show you how the fire work over here son\n  You gon' wear that watch, you might as well wear a gun\n  When you come around real gangsters, you don't front\n  Unless life is a luxury that you don't want\n  The long gat, the stocking cap, serious\n  as a heart attack like Redd Foxx puttin on the act\n  Couple more reps, let the muscles flex\n  Damn you gettin big 'Bis, they don't love you yet?\n  I'm as smooth as smooth can get\n  I shake your hand to bruise your neck to improve your breath\n  Hang with rappers, actors and ascended masters\n  Puffin on hash and defendin the classics\n  I got hip-hop in my blood, I'm blessed\n  Outside the bones but inside the flesh\n  They better film this shit, cause I'm 'bout to blaze you\n  And get it on tape too, I'm 'bout to Kay Slay you\n  Somebody gon' grab you, try to escape\n  Hold you down while I perform Capoeira on your face\n  Why you sound like that? Why you tear the mic down like that?\n  Why you sound so intense when you rap?\n  The airborne assault you can't call off, breathe exhaust\n  like a horse or a supercharged Mustang Ford\n  Good God niggaz is weak, I got real power\n  Y'all rap for minutes, I rap for hours\n  Now I only got a couple more bars to pounce ya\n  Over the counter drugs, Canibus all in ya mouth son\n  I wish this was a battle, I'd grab the mic\n  and do curls and destroy you in front of the world\n  Besides Corey Gunz, ain't shit hot since I been gone\n  Maybe it's because you puff the same shit I bent on\n  Kay Slay, 2004 nigga, the Ripper.\n  Mic Club, get the picture?\n  Mic Club, get the picture?\"\n"},{"id":10515336,"name":"Shogun","trackName":"Shogun","artistName":"Canibus feat. Shaq Diesel","albumName":"Mic Club: Mixtape Master, Volume 1","duration":213.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(One) Yo yo (One two!)\nYo Big {Talk to me Big}\n(Check me out right here yo)\nYo Big Big, tell 'em turn it up!\n{Yo talk to me so I can talk to them} Turn it up!\n(You need to turn the track up a little bit for me)\n{Tell me what the fuck to do} Turn it up!\n(All up in my ears, the mic is loud but the music ain't loud)\nYo... this ain't about battlin, this ain't about beef no more\n(Yeah) {True} We stickin to the music {aight then}\n(Yeah!) You had a couple, a couple of altercations\nA couple of cats knocked you down - you gon' stay down?\n{Hell no nigga!} You gon' get up? {I'm 'bout to slay these niggaz!}\nShow me that lyrical fitness you was talkin 'bout\n{Aight then, aight, let's go!} (Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh)\n\n(Canibus)\nAiyyo the sun don't shine forever, but I could rhyme forever\nI'm a Ripper, this is personal nigga\nI'm back - so charged, I don't know how to act\nThe face lifter, Kay Slay, Money Mark and Shaq\n\n(Shaq Diesel)\nIn the Commission, I ain't got to ask for shit\nI'm D's Capo, B.I.G. from the Bricks\nYou heard of me, seven one, three-fitty\nReal black and shitty, wife real pretty\nShaq Dizzy, I take what you won't give me\nI bust off a couple, bitch let 'em hold fifty\nMC's is comical, Sasquatch phenomenal\nIV's plug in your arm inside the hospital\nNever gotta spit, I make more than Mike\nAnyone - Jordan, Jackson, Tyson\nAc-shun Diesel, ridiculous\nBig Shaq, Kay Slay, 'Bis back to bust\n\n(Canibus)\nCan-I-bust verbal to burst you\nRaw shit, forklift the high hats in the side to let my verse through\nI'm so high in the clouds I gotta aim down\nLyrically I'm six foot one from the waist down\nLay down or taste rounds from the trey pound\nKiss the ground as you lay face down\nGhetto life is a death sentence\nBorn in the hood, end up dead slumped over a car engine\nI am Shogun, loved by no one\nMy props stop when the show's done, how come?\nThese uncreative ungrateful scum\nBeen where I been, but can't understand where I'm from\nLet me show you how the fire work over here son\nYou gon' wear that watch, you might as well wear a gun\nWhen you come around real gangsters, you don't front\nUnless life is a luxury that you don't want\nThe long gat, the stocking cap, serious\nas a heart attack like Redd Foxx puttin on the act\nCouple more reps, let the muscles flex\nDamn you gettin big 'Bis, they don't love you yet?\nI'm as smooth as smooth can get\nI shake your hand to bruise your neck to improve your breath\nHang with rappers, actors and ascended masters\nPuffin on hash and defendin the classics\nI got hip-hop in my blood, I'm blessed\nOutside the bones but inside the flesh\nThey better film this shit, cause I'm 'bout to blaze you\nAnd get it on tape too, I'm 'bout to Kay Slay you\nSomebody gon' grab you, try to escape\nHold you down while I perform Capoeira on your face\nWhy you sound like that? Why you tear the mic down like that?\nWhy you sound so intense when you rap?\nThe airborne assault you can't call off, breathe exhaust\nlike a horse or a supercharged Mustang Ford\nGood God niggaz is weak, I got real power\nY'all rap for minutes, I rap for hours\nNow I only got a couple more bars to pounce ya\nOver the counter drugs, Canibus all in ya mouth son\nI wish this was a battle, I'd grab the mic\nand do curls and destroy you in front of the world\nBesides Corey Gunz, ain't shit hot since I been gone\nMaybe it's because you puff the same shit I bent on\nKay Slay, 2004 nigga, the Ripper.\nMic Club, get the picture?\nMic Club, get the picture?\"","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Shogun\n  artist: Canibus feat. Shaq Diesel\n  album: 'Mic Club: Mixtape Master, Volume 1'\n  duration_ms: 213000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (One) Yo yo (One two!)\n  Yo Big {Talk to me Big}\n  (Check me out right here yo)\n  Yo Big Big, tell 'em turn it up!\n  {Yo talk to me so I can talk to them} Turn it up!\n  (You need to turn the track up a little bit for me)\n  {Tell me what the fuck to do} Turn it up!\n  (All up in my ears, the mic is loud but the music ain't loud)\n  Yo... this ain't about battlin, this ain't about beef no more\n  (Yeah) {True} We stickin to the music {aight then}\n  (Yeah!) You had a couple, a couple of altercations\n  A couple of cats knocked you down - you gon' stay down?\n  {Hell no nigga!} You gon' get up? {I'm 'bout to slay these niggaz!}\n  Show me that lyrical fitness you was talkin 'bout\n  {Aight then, aight, let's go!} (Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh)\n\n  (Canibus)\n  Aiyyo the sun don't shine forever, but I could rhyme forever\n  I'm a Ripper, this is personal nigga\n  I'm back - so charged, I don't know how to act\n  The face lifter, Kay Slay, Money Mark and Shaq\n\n  (Shaq Diesel)\n  In the Commission, I ain't got to ask for shit\n  I'm D's Capo, B.I.G. from the Bricks\n  You heard of me, seven one, three-fitty\n  Real black and shitty, wife real pretty\n  Shaq Dizzy, I take what you won't give me\n  I bust off a couple, bitch let 'em hold fifty\n  MC's is comical, Sasquatch phenomenal\n  IV's plug in your arm inside the hospital\n  Never gotta spit, I make more than Mike\n  Anyone - Jordan, Jackson, Tyson\n  Ac-shun Diesel, ridiculous\n  Big Shaq, Kay Slay, 'Bis back to bust\n\n  (Canibus)\n  Can-I-bust verbal to burst you\n  Raw shit, forklift the high hats in the side to let my verse through\n  I'm so high in the clouds I gotta aim down\n  Lyrically I'm six foot one from the waist down\n  Lay down or taste rounds from the trey pound\n  Kiss the ground as you lay face down\n  Ghetto life is a death sentence\n  Born in the hood, end up dead slumped over a car engine\n  I am Shogun, loved by no one\n  My props stop when the show's done, how come?\n  These uncreative ungrateful scum\n  Been where I been, but can't understand where I'm from\n  Let me show you how the fire work over here son\n  You gon' wear that watch, you might as well wear a gun\n  When you come around real gangsters, you don't front\n  Unless life is a luxury that you don't want\n  The long gat, the stocking cap, serious\n  as a heart attack like Redd Foxx puttin on the act\n  Couple more reps, let the muscles flex\n  Damn you gettin big 'Bis, they don't love you yet?\n  I'm as smooth as smooth can get\n  I shake your hand to bruise your neck to improve your breath\n  Hang with rappers, actors and ascended masters\n  Puffin on hash and defendin the classics\n  I got hip-hop in my blood, I'm blessed\n  Outside the bones but inside the flesh\n  They better film this shit, cause I'm 'bout to blaze you\n  And get it on tape too, I'm 'bout to Kay Slay you\n  Somebody gon' grab you, try to escape\n  Hold you down while I perform Capoeira on your face\n  Why you sound like that? Why you tear the mic down like that?\n  Why you sound so intense when you rap?\n  The airborne assault you can't call off, breathe exhaust\n  like a horse or a supercharged Mustang Ford\n  Good God niggaz is weak, I got real power\n  Y'all rap for minutes, I rap for hours\n  Now I only got a couple more bars to pounce ya\n  Over the counter drugs, Canibus all in ya mouth son\n  I wish this was a battle, I'd grab the mic\n  and do curls and destroy you in front of the world\n  Besides Corey Gunz, ain't shit hot since I been gone\n  Maybe it's because you puff the same shit I bent on\n  Kay Slay, 2004 nigga, the Ripper.\n  Mic Club, get the picture?\n  Mic Club, get the picture?\"\n"}]