[{"id":23273986,"name":"Talking Shit","trackName":"Talking Shit","artistName":"Capital Steez","albumName":"AmeriKKKan Korruption","duration":164.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yo, back the fuck back, nigga\nI love my niggas\nSTEEZy\nAnd my niggas love me\n\nDamn, and the saga continues\nSo stand still when I slide on the venue\nSince middle school, been on point with this pencil\nRespect it, he stay sharper than Ginsus\nWhat's on the menu? Crabs in a basket\nYou make it somewhere and they just grabbin' you back in\nAmateur rappers and their mans wanna battle\nAnd turn pale in the face like they last name Jackson\nI admit, it was early for that\nWe still embarrassin' and damagin' the burliest cats\nBut on a higher note, Jay STEEZ play keys\nYou can tell by the respect that I have earned in the trap\nSee, some say he the hottest in his class\nThe rest talk trash, I acknowledge it and laugh\nJackin' all my swag, put the product in a bag\nSince Erlenmeyer, I learned to put the fire to the flask\nAnd came through with that crack spit\nNew to the league, straight ballin' off a draft pick\nYou can tell all them amateurs that you rappin' with\nThat I been goin' rampant since I came into this rappin' shit\nStayin' passionate\nWrappin' my hand around any rapper in my caliber comin' after it\nDon't think they got the pamphlet and the manuscript\nBut every style of art they crafted, I mastered it\nSo bow down to your sensei, I been paid\nYoung boss since the tenth grade\nNow I see through flows, like water\nI'm flyer than C-3PO and Skywalker\n\nYo, yo, yo\nToo much west coast dick lickin'\nToo many niggas gettin' caught slippin', knittin' mittens into kissin' kittens\nToo many chickens wanna be pigeons, shittin' over stadiums\nAnd leave it drippin' on your cranium\nToo many niggas think they gon' blow like Arabians\nThinkin' they gon' eat next like Drake, no Canadian\nThe best in the universe, put you in a hearse\nIf I don't get my space like alien, the kid is fire, don't play with him\nThe fam' used to baby him because he was the youngest\nHe made a few adjustments and then proved that he wasn't dumbest\nI keep the flyest chicks with the flattest stomachs\nClaim they just wanna get high, but on the low, they be down to suck it\nAnd I'm not the one to fuck with, but fuck it\nLeave the ruckus to a musket if you punk niggas can't take the judgment\nThey love it, do a couple shows and I collect my hundred\nIt barely budge my budget but it ain't nothin', I stay stuntin'\nThey stay frontin' like I'm at the back, rear door\nBecause I'm real though, and I've always been a weirdo nigga\nA young Caesar but he never kept his hair low\nThe dear flow flows through ear flows explodes earlobes\nAnd therefo' I remain the Pharoah\nSittin' on my royal chair, ho, with a gold-adorned sombrero\nCame through, I jacked the throne, you know the troop style\nLet's sit 'em down, and crown him like a root canal, bitch\nWe some bad ass motherfuckers, nigga","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Talking Shit\n  artist: Capital Steez\n  album: AmeriKKKan Korruption\n  duration_ms: 164000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yo, back the fuck back, nigga\n  I love my niggas\n  STEEZy\n  And my niggas love me\n\n  Damn, and the saga continues\n  So stand still when I slide on the venue\n  Since middle school, been on point with this pencil\n  Respect it, he stay sharper than Ginsus\n  What's on the menu? Crabs in a basket\n  You make it somewhere and they just grabbin' you back in\n  Amateur rappers and their mans wanna battle\n  And turn pale in the face like they last name Jackson\n  I admit, it was early for that\n  We still embarrassin' and damagin' the burliest cats\n  But on a higher note, Jay STEEZ play keys\n  You can tell by the respect that I have earned in the trap\n  See, some say he the hottest in his class\n  The rest talk trash, I acknowledge it and laugh\n  Jackin' all my swag, put the product in a bag\n  Since Erlenmeyer, I learned to put the fire to the flask\n  And came through with that crack spit\n  New to the league, straight ballin' off a draft pick\n  You can tell all them amateurs that you rappin' with\n  That I been goin' rampant since I came into this rappin' shit\n  Stayin' passionate\n  Wrappin' my hand around any rapper in my caliber comin' after it\n  Don't think they got the pamphlet and the manuscript\n  But every style of art they crafted, I mastered it\n  So bow down to your sensei, I been paid\n  Young boss since the tenth grade\n  Now I see through flows, like water\n  I'm flyer than C-3PO and Skywalker\n\n  Yo, yo, yo\n  Too much west coast dick lickin'\n  Too many niggas gettin' caught slippin', knittin' mittens into kissin' kittens\n  Too many chickens wanna be pigeons, shittin' over stadiums\n  And leave it drippin' on your cranium\n  Too many niggas think they gon' blow like Arabians\n  Thinkin' they gon' eat next like Drake, no Canadian\n  The best in the universe, put you in a hearse\n  If I don't get my space like alien, the kid is fire, don't play with him\n  The fam' used to baby him because he was the youngest\n  He made a few adjustments and then proved that he wasn't dumbest\n  I keep the flyest chicks with the flattest stomachs\n  Claim they just wanna get high, but on the low, they be down to suck it\n  And I'm not the one to fuck with, but fuck it\n  Leave the ruckus to a musket if you punk niggas can't take the judgment\n  They love it, do a couple shows and I collect my hundred\n  It barely budge my budget but it ain't nothin', I stay stuntin'\n  They stay frontin' like I'm at the back, rear door\n  Because I'm real though, and I've always been a weirdo nigga\n  A young Caesar but he never kept his hair low\n  The dear flow flows through ear flows explodes earlobes\n  And therefo' I remain the Pharoah\n  Sittin' on my royal chair, ho, with a gold-adorned sombrero\n  Came through, I jacked the throne, you know the troop style\n  Let's sit 'em down, and crown him like a root canal, bitch\n  We some bad ass motherfuckers, nigga\n"},{"id":33416167,"name":"Talking Shit","trackName":"Talking Shit","artistName":"Capital STEEZ","albumName":"AmeriKKKan Korruption Reloaded","duration":164.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yo, back the fuck back, nigga\nI love my niggas\nSTEEZy\nAnd my niggas love me\n\nDamn, and the saga continues\nSo stand still when I slide on the venue\nSince middle school, been on point with this pencil\nRespect it, he stay sharper than Ginsus\nWhat's on the menu? Crabs in a basket\nYou make it somewhere and they just grabbin' you back in\nAmateur rappers and their mans wanna battle\nAnd turn pale in the face like they last name Jackson\nI admit, it was early for that\nWe still embarrassin' and damagin' the burliest cats\nBut on a higher note, Jay STEEZ play keys\nYou can tell by the respect that I have earned in the trap\nSee, some say he the hottest in his class\nThe rest talk trash, I acknowledge it and laugh\nJackin' all my swag, put the product in a bag\nSince Erlenmeyer, I learned to put the fire to the flask\nAnd came through with that crack spit\nNew to the league, straight ballin' off a draft pick\nYou can tell all them amateurs that you rappin' with\nThat I been goin' rampant since I came into this rappin' shit\nStayin' passionate\nWrappin' my hand around any rapper in my caliber comin' after it\nDon't think they got the pamphlet and the manuscript\nBut every style of art they crafted, I mastered it\nSo bow down to your sensei, I been paid\nYoung boss since the tenth grade\nNow I see through flows, like water\nI'm flyer than C-3PO and Skywalker\n\nYo, yo, yo\nToo much west coast dick lickin'\nToo many niggas gettin' caught slippin', knittin' mittens into kissin' kittens\nToo many chickens wanna be pigeons, shittin' over stadiums\nAnd leave it drippin' on your cranium\nToo many niggas think they gon' blow like Arabians\nThinkin' they gon' eat next like Drake, no Canadian\nThe best in the universe, put you in a hearse\nIf I don't get my space like alien, the kid is fire, don't play with him\nThe fam' used to baby him because he was the youngest\nHe made a few adjustments and then proved that he wasn't dumbest\nI keep the flyest chicks with the flattest stomachs\nClaim they just wanna get high, but on the low, they be down to suck it\nAnd I'm not the one to fuck with, but fuck it\nLeave the ruckus to a musket if you punk niggas can't take the judgment\nThey love it, do a couple shows and I collect my hundred\nIt barely budge my budget but it ain't nothin', I stay stuntin'\nThey stay frontin' like I'm at the back, rear door\nBecause I'm real though, and I've always been a weirdo nigga\nA young Caesar but he never kept his hair low\nThe dear flow flows through ear flows explodes earlobes\nAnd therefo' I remain the Pharoah\nSittin' on my royal chair, ho, with a gold-adorned sombrero\nCame through, I jacked the throne, you know the troop style\nLet's sit 'em down, and crown him like a root canal, bitch\nWe some bad ass motherfuckers, nigga","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Talking Shit\n  artist: Capital STEEZ\n  album: AmeriKKKan Korruption Reloaded\n  duration_ms: 164000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yo, back the fuck back, nigga\n  I love my niggas\n  STEEZy\n  And my niggas love me\n\n  Damn, and the saga continues\n  So stand still when I slide on the venue\n  Since middle school, been on point with this pencil\n  Respect it, he stay sharper than Ginsus\n  What's on the menu? Crabs in a basket\n  You make it somewhere and they just grabbin' you back in\n  Amateur rappers and their mans wanna battle\n  And turn pale in the face like they last name Jackson\n  I admit, it was early for that\n  We still embarrassin' and damagin' the burliest cats\n  But on a higher note, Jay STEEZ play keys\n  You can tell by the respect that I have earned in the trap\n  See, some say he the hottest in his class\n  The rest talk trash, I acknowledge it and laugh\n  Jackin' all my swag, put the product in a bag\n  Since Erlenmeyer, I learned to put the fire to the flask\n  And came through with that crack spit\n  New to the league, straight ballin' off a draft pick\n  You can tell all them amateurs that you rappin' with\n  That I been goin' rampant since I came into this rappin' shit\n  Stayin' passionate\n  Wrappin' my hand around any rapper in my caliber comin' after it\n  Don't think they got the pamphlet and the manuscript\n  But every style of art they crafted, I mastered it\n  So bow down to your sensei, I been paid\n  Young boss since the tenth grade\n  Now I see through flows, like water\n  I'm flyer than C-3PO and Skywalker\n\n  Yo, yo, yo\n  Too much west coast dick lickin'\n  Too many niggas gettin' caught slippin', knittin' mittens into kissin' kittens\n  Too many chickens wanna be pigeons, shittin' over stadiums\n  And leave it drippin' on your cranium\n  Too many niggas think they gon' blow like Arabians\n  Thinkin' they gon' eat next like Drake, no Canadian\n  The best in the universe, put you in a hearse\n  If I don't get my space like alien, the kid is fire, don't play with him\n  The fam' used to baby him because he was the youngest\n  He made a few adjustments and then proved that he wasn't dumbest\n  I keep the flyest chicks with the flattest stomachs\n  Claim they just wanna get high, but on the low, they be down to suck it\n  And I'm not the one to fuck with, but fuck it\n  Leave the ruckus to a musket if you punk niggas can't take the judgment\n  They love it, do a couple shows and I collect my hundred\n  It barely budge my budget but it ain't nothin', I stay stuntin'\n  They stay frontin' like I'm at the back, rear door\n  Because I'm real though, and I've always been a weirdo nigga\n  A young Caesar but he never kept his hair low\n  The dear flow flows through ear flows explodes earlobes\n  And therefo' I remain the Pharoah\n  Sittin' on my royal chair, ho, with a gold-adorned sombrero\n  Came through, I jacked the throne, you know the troop style\n  Let's sit 'em down, and crown him like a root canal, bitch\n  We some bad ass motherfuckers, nigga\n"},{"id":36076591,"name":"talking shit","trackName":"talking shit","artistName":"capital steez","albumName":"amerikkkan korruption reloaded","duration":167.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yo, back the fuck back, nigga\nI love my niggas\nSTEEZy\nAnd my niggas love me\n\nDamn, and the saga continues\nSo stand still when I slide on the venue\nSince middle school, been on point with this pencil\nRespect it, he stay sharper than Ginsus\nWhat's on the menu? Crabs in a basket\nYou make it somewhere and they just grabbin' you back in\nAmateur rappers and their mans wanna battle\nAnd turn pale in the face like they last name Jackson\nI admit, it was early for that\nWe still embarrassin' and damagin' the burliest cats\nBut on a higher note, Jay STEEZ play keys\nYou can tell by the respect that I have earned in the trap\nSee, some say he the hottest in his class\nThe rest talk trash, I acknowledge it and laugh\nJackin' all my swag, put the product in a bag\nSince Erlenmeyer, I learned to put the fire to the flask\nAnd came through with that crack spit\nNew to the league, straight ballin' off a draft pick\nYou can tell all them amateurs that you rappin' with\nThat I been goin' rampant since I came into this rappin' shit\nStayin' passionate\nWrappin' my hand around any rapper in my caliber comin' after it\nDon't think they got the pamphlet and the manuscript\nBut every style of art they crafted, I mastered it\nSo bow down to your sensei, I been paid\nYoung boss since the tenth grade\nNow I see through flows, like water\nI'm flyer than C-3PO and Skywalker\n\nYo, yo, yo\nToo much west coast dick lickin'\nToo many niggas gettin' caught slippin', knittin' mittens into kissin' kittens\nToo many chickens wanna be pigeons, shittin' over stadiums\nAnd leave it drippin' on your cranium\nToo many niggas think they gon' blow like Arabians\nThinkin' they gon' eat next like Drake, no Canadian\nThe best in the universe, put you in a hearse\nIf I don't get my space like alien, the kid is fire, don't play with him\nThe fam' used to baby him because he was the youngest\nHe made a few adjustments and then proved that he wasn't dumbest\nI keep the flyest chicks with the flattest stomachs\nClaim they just wanna get high, but on the low, they be down to suck it\nAnd I'm not the one to fuck with, but fuck it\nLeave the ruckus to a musket if you punk niggas can't take the judgment\nThey love it, do a couple shows and I collect my hundred\nIt barely budge my budget but it ain't nothin', I stay stuntin'\nThey stay frontin' like I'm at the back, rear door\nBecause I'm real though, and I've always been a weirdo nigga\nA young Caesar but he never kept his hair low\nThe dear flow flows through ear flows explodes earlobes\nAnd therefo' I remain the Pharoah\nSittin' on my royal chair, ho, with a gold-adorned sombrero\nCame through, I jacked the throne, you know the troop style\nLet's sit 'em down, and crown him like a root canal, bitch\nWe some bad ass motherfuckers, nigga","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: talking shit\n  artist: capital steez\n  album: amerikkkan korruption reloaded\n  duration_ms: 167000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yo, back the fuck back, nigga\n  I love my niggas\n  STEEZy\n  And my niggas love me\n\n  Damn, and the saga continues\n  So stand still when I slide on the venue\n  Since middle school, been on point with this pencil\n  Respect it, he stay sharper than Ginsus\n  What's on the menu? Crabs in a basket\n  You make it somewhere and they just grabbin' you back in\n  Amateur rappers and their mans wanna battle\n  And turn pale in the face like they last name Jackson\n  I admit, it was early for that\n  We still embarrassin' and damagin' the burliest cats\n  But on a higher note, Jay STEEZ play keys\n  You can tell by the respect that I have earned in the trap\n  See, some say he the hottest in his class\n  The rest talk trash, I acknowledge it and laugh\n  Jackin' all my swag, put the product in a bag\n  Since Erlenmeyer, I learned to put the fire to the flask\n  And came through with that crack spit\n  New to the league, straight ballin' off a draft pick\n  You can tell all them amateurs that you rappin' with\n  That I been goin' rampant since I came into this rappin' shit\n  Stayin' passionate\n  Wrappin' my hand around any rapper in my caliber comin' after it\n  Don't think they got the pamphlet and the manuscript\n  But every style of art they crafted, I mastered it\n  So bow down to your sensei, I been paid\n  Young boss since the tenth grade\n  Now I see through flows, like water\n  I'm flyer than C-3PO and Skywalker\n\n  Yo, yo, yo\n  Too much west coast dick lickin'\n  Too many niggas gettin' caught slippin', knittin' mittens into kissin' kittens\n  Too many chickens wanna be pigeons, shittin' over stadiums\n  And leave it drippin' on your cranium\n  Too many niggas think they gon' blow like Arabians\n  Thinkin' they gon' eat next like Drake, no Canadian\n  The best in the universe, put you in a hearse\n  If I don't get my space like alien, the kid is fire, don't play with him\n  The fam' used to baby him because he was the youngest\n  He made a few adjustments and then proved that he wasn't dumbest\n  I keep the flyest chicks with the flattest stomachs\n  Claim they just wanna get high, but on the low, they be down to suck it\n  And I'm not the one to fuck with, but fuck it\n  Leave the ruckus to a musket if you punk niggas can't take the judgment\n  They love it, do a couple shows and I collect my hundred\n  It barely budge my budget but it ain't nothin', I stay stuntin'\n  They stay frontin' like I'm at the back, rear door\n  Because I'm real though, and I've always been a weirdo nigga\n  A young Caesar but he never kept his hair low\n  The dear flow flows through ear flows explodes earlobes\n  And therefo' I remain the Pharoah\n  Sittin' on my royal chair, ho, with a gold-adorned sombrero\n  Came through, I jacked the throne, you know the troop style\n  Let's sit 'em down, and crown him like a root canal, bitch\n  We some bad ass motherfuckers, nigga\n"}]