[{"id":18473536,"name":"Many Different Ways","trackName":"Many Different Ways","artistName":"Chino XL","albumName":"Chino XL - Here to Save You All","duration":306.6332499,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I take your mind and I smash it into plasma\n*gasp for air* breathe like asthma, til your just a cadaver\nHow fast this is, your faggot crew's a bunch of actresses\nMy skills go back to flippin on pissy matresses\nNot subroc, I catch you out like matlock\nNow your name's in the way outdated section next to chubb rock\nIt's kind of funny, some of you cracker dj's shun me\nCause I make your favorite rappers come up short like bud bundy\nI'm all in the family, sick like archie bunker, fuckin eat it\nYour styles are cheesy like a uncircumcised penis\nBetter jet out, brother out, your r&b I first ignore ya\nFuck heavy d, cause \"i got nothin but hate for ya\"!\nI'm chino xl, now who the fuck are you? I'm laughing\nSmashing you like a bottle of zima\nOh now all of a sudden you got emphesema?\nBurrnt, save that shit for rich verbatim days behind me\nI'm yellow as hell, but I rip more blackstreet's than teddy riley\nI'm not environmentally concious so fuck an earth day on my worst day\nI could kill more slanted eyes than a japanese earthquake\nAnd in the first place, farrah couldn't fawcett when I lost it\nGive me that mic, you monkey motherfucker, you look exhausted!\nWhen I'm tipsy, cut you like bush cut social security\nYou couldn't make this crowd bounce like they one big silicone tittie\nIt ricochets, hear my name in projects hallways\nChino will amaze in so many different ways, what?\n\n[chorus]\n\nFuck that *cough* when I bust that *cough*, watch this\nI'm knockin niggaz out like they homosexual boxers\nNow you feel like a building when the wrecking ball hits\nI'm the type of nigga bitches like brandy wanna be down with\nNot howard stern but get your temper burning, make you vomit\nBlood in slow motion like tyra banks go in higher learning\nEnema, comma, coma, drama, dilemma, die like dahmer\nYou can't see me like the muppet babies grand - mama\nI'm a barbed wire condom once fuckin with that you'll - holler\nMy flows wet shit up like barry white's shirt - collar\nAnd I'm smoke bones with mad thugs we be in harmony\nBut da-na-da-da-dahh-dah, just doesn't fuckin appeal to me\nDisgustin me like greg lougainis aids my style is full blown\nI'm wild like a latch key kid when his alcoholic daddy ain't home\nSkip the silly facts is what you really lacks, your city give me daps\nWhen chino xl cuts you bleedin to death like hemophiliacs\nTestin me is heresy I'm ill as leprosy I could make\nFarrakhan grow dreads (bo bo!) and do the pepper seed\nSpilling blood, similar to exxon valdez strike like a boa constrictor\nPain I inflict ya made ya scream like little richard\nBattle me, no more props, no more fan mail admiration\nYou die, no time readin that for dramatization\nYou got your contract now you dissin me -- when you\nBarely own yourself like the adams family electricity\nBow your head in praise, the crowd sways when I hit the stage\nChino flips a phrase in so many different ways, uhh\n\nChorus\n\nProjecting my east coast semen all over ya (they be cloning ya)\nI'm leaving em starving like they from cambodia (nice knowing ya)\nI'm telling ya fuck your cellular fuck your skypager\nNone of that can save ya when I slash ya with my rusty razor\nIn need of dry towels, my eye scowls, white owls I split ya\nReposing like an arthur ashe before and after picture\nMy crew stay high like astronauts, this yellow bastard rocks\nStill representin jersey to the fullest -- down at fraggle rock!\nSo now I rips again; leavin rappers whimperin\nMakin my impression left in ears like discarded syringe\nCinematogrophy showin slides of your autopsy, no fair\nI'm turning your whole projects into tiannamen square\nNot number five like caps bust inside of tupac's side\nRap side, not pharcyde, burn your eyes like hydrogen peroxide\nYou better dodge this God that's lookin like debarge\nDisgusting like an old white woman's medicinal discharge, swingin\nMy fist hard, causin viral spinal menengitis, when the slightest\nVinyl coincides you risk dying to my violent twist\nThe tin ma -- if I only had a heart! I wouldn't make\nAll y'all niggaz sit in the backseat like fuckin rosa parks\nI represent them niggaz that make you one healthier\nWhile you represent bad niggaz like denzel in philadelphia\nI ruin more brothers with skills careers than don king, yo\nYo b stop the track here the phone is ringing I hear the phone ringing\n\n*phone rings*\nYo? \"yo chino you look so good!\nI just know you gotta a big dick\nI wanna fuck you so bad!\"\n\nOh seven no one seventy the zip code I don't give a fuck\nThrow an uppercut, was getting xl all fired up\nWorth getting your jaw all wired up?\nBe a man like me'shell n'degeocello, receive your ass-beating\nI perform in front of more sellout crowds than a naacp meeting\nI'm making mc's look dumber and dumber like jim carrey\nGo dig for david cole I'm back in office like marion barry\nMy crew parleys while your girl braiding my braids\nMc's are afraid in so many different ways!\n\nChorus\n\n\"chino was fly but too fly for me!\" --> mc lyte ('cappucino')\n(repeat 4x)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Many Different Ways\n  artist: Chino XL\n  album: Chino XL - Here to Save You All\n  duration_ms: 306633\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  I take your mind and I smash it into plasma\n  *gasp for air* breathe like asthma, til your just a cadaver\n  How fast this is, your faggot crew's a bunch of actresses\n  My skills go back to flippin on pissy matresses\n  Not subroc, I catch you out like matlock\n  Now your name's in the way outdated section next to chubb rock\n  It's kind of funny, some of you cracker dj's shun me\n  Cause I make your favorite rappers come up short like bud bundy\n  I'm all in the family, sick like archie bunker, fuckin eat it\n  Your styles are cheesy like a uncircumcised penis\n  Better jet out, brother out, your r&b I first ignore ya\n  Fuck heavy d, cause \"i got nothin but hate for ya\"!\n  I'm chino xl, now who the fuck are you? I'm laughing\n  Smashing you like a bottle of zima\n  Oh now all of a sudden you got emphesema?\n  Burrnt, save that shit for rich verbatim days behind me\n  I'm yellow as hell, but I rip more blackstreet's than teddy riley\n  I'm not environmentally concious so fuck an earth day on my worst day\n  I could kill more slanted eyes than a japanese earthquake\n  And in the first place, farrah couldn't fawcett when I lost it\n  Give me that mic, you monkey motherfucker, you look exhausted!\n  When I'm tipsy, cut you like bush cut social security\n  You couldn't make this crowd bounce like they one big silicone tittie\n  It ricochets, hear my name in projects hallways\n  Chino will amaze in so many different ways, what?\n\n  [chorus]\n\n  Fuck that *cough* when I bust that *cough*, watch this\n  I'm knockin niggaz out like they homosexual boxers\n  Now you feel like a building when the wrecking ball hits\n  I'm the type of nigga bitches like brandy wanna be down with\n  Not howard stern but get your temper burning, make you vomit\n  Blood in slow motion like tyra banks go in higher learning\n  Enema, comma, coma, drama, dilemma, die like dahmer\n  You can't see me like the muppet babies grand - mama\n  I'm a barbed wire condom once fuckin with that you'll - holler\n  My flows wet shit up like barry white's shirt - collar\n  And I'm smoke bones with mad thugs we be in harmony\n  But da-na-da-da-dahh-dah, just doesn't fuckin appeal to me\n  Disgustin me like greg lougainis aids my style is full blown\n  I'm wild like a latch key kid when his alcoholic daddy ain't home\n  Skip the silly facts is what you really lacks, your city give me daps\n  When chino xl cuts you bleedin to death like hemophiliacs\n  Testin me is heresy I'm ill as leprosy I could make\n  Farrakhan grow dreads (bo bo!) and do the pepper seed\n  Spilling blood, similar to exxon valdez strike like a boa constrictor\n  Pain I inflict ya made ya scream like little richard\n  Battle me, no more props, no more fan mail admiration\n  You die, no time readin that for dramatization\n  You got your contract now you dissin me -- when you\n  Barely own yourself like the adams family electricity\n  Bow your head in praise, the crowd sways when I hit the stage\n  Chino flips a phrase in so many different ways, uhh\n\n  Chorus\n\n  Projecting my east coast semen all over ya (they be cloning ya)\n  I'm leaving em starving like they from cambodia (nice knowing ya)\n  I'm telling ya fuck your cellular fuck your skypager\n  None of that can save ya when I slash ya with my rusty razor\n  In need of dry towels, my eye scowls, white owls I split ya\n  Reposing like an arthur ashe before and after picture\n  My crew stay high like astronauts, this yellow bastard rocks\n  Still representin jersey to the fullest -- down at fraggle rock!\n  So now I rips again; leavin rappers whimperin\n  Makin my impression left in ears like discarded syringe\n  Cinematogrophy showin slides of your autopsy, no fair\n  I'm turning your whole projects into tiannamen square\n  Not number five like caps bust inside of tupac's side\n  Rap side, not pharcyde, burn your eyes like hydrogen peroxide\n  You better dodge this God that's lookin like debarge\n  Disgusting like an old white woman's medicinal discharge, swingin\n  My fist hard, causin viral spinal menengitis, when the slightest\n  Vinyl coincides you risk dying to my violent twist\n  The tin ma -- if I only had a heart! I wouldn't make\n  All y'all niggaz sit in the backseat like fuckin rosa parks\n  I represent them niggaz that make you one healthier\n  While you represent bad niggaz like denzel in philadelphia\n  I ruin more brothers with skills careers than don king, yo\n  Yo b stop the track here the phone is ringing I hear the phone ringing\n\n  *phone rings*\n  Yo? \"yo chino you look so good!\n  I just know you gotta a big dick\n  I wanna fuck you so bad!\"\n\n  Oh seven no one seventy the zip code I don't give a fuck\n  Throw an uppercut, was getting xl all fired up\n  Worth getting your jaw all wired up?\n  Be a man like me'shell n'degeocello, receive your ass-beating\n  I perform in front of more sellout crowds than a naacp meeting\n  I'm making mc's look dumber and dumber like jim carrey\n  Go dig for david cole I'm back in office like marion barry\n  My crew parleys while your girl braiding my braids\n  Mc's are afraid in so many different ways!\n\n  Chorus\n\n  \"chino was fly but too fly for me!\" --> mc lyte ('cappucino')\n  (repeat 4x)\n"},{"id":9512084,"name":"Many Different Ways","trackName":"Many Different Ways","artistName":"Chino XL","albumName":"Here To Save You All","duration":305.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I take your mind and I smash it into plasma\n*gasp for air* breathe like asthma, til your just a cadaver\nHow fast this is, your faggot crew's a bunch of actresses\nMy skills go back to flippin on pissy matresses\nNot subroc, I catch you out like matlock\nNow your name's in the way outdated section next to chubb rock\nIt's kind of funny, some of you cracker dj's shun me\nCause I make your favorite rappers come up short like bud bundy\nI'm all in the family, sick like archie bunker, fuckin eat it\nYour styles are cheesy like a uncircumcised penis\nBetter jet out, brother out, your r&b I first ignore ya\nFuck heavy d, cause \"i got nothin but hate for ya\"!\nI'm chino xl, now who the fuck are you? I'm laughing\nSmashing you like a bottle of zima\nOh now all of a sudden you got emphesema?\nBurrnt, save that shit for rich verbatim days behind me\nI'm yellow as hell, but I rip more blackstreet's than teddy riley\nI'm not environmentally concious so fuck an earth day on my worst day\nI could kill more slanted eyes than a japanese earthquake\nAnd in the first place, farrah couldn't fawcett when I lost it\nGive me that mic, you monkey motherfucker, you look exhausted!\nWhen I'm tipsy, cut you like bush cut social security\nYou couldn't make this crowd bounce like they one big silicone tittie\nIt ricochets, hear my name in projects hallways\nChino will amaze in so many different ways, what?\n\n[chorus]\n\nFuck that *cough* when I bust that *cough*, watch this\nI'm knockin niggaz out like they homosexual boxers\nNow you feel like a building when the wrecking ball hits\nI'm the type of nigga bitches like brandy wanna be down with\nNot howard stern but get your temper burning, make you vomit\nBlood in slow motion like tyra banks go in higher learning\nEnema, comma, coma, drama, dilemma, die like dahmer\nYou can't see me like the muppet babies grand - mama\nI'm a barbed wire condom once fuckin with that you'll - holler\nMy flows wet shit up like barry white's shirt - collar\nAnd I'm smoke bones with mad thugs we be in harmony\nBut da-na-da-da-dahh-dah, just doesn't fuckin appeal to me\nDisgustin me like greg lougainis aids my style is full blown\nI'm wild like a latch key kid when his alcoholic daddy ain't home\nSkip the silly facts is what you really lacks, your city give me daps\nWhen chino xl cuts you bleedin to death like hemophiliacs\nTestin me is heresy I'm ill as leprosy I could make\nFarrakhan grow dreads (bo bo!) and do the pepper seed\nSpilling blood, similar to exxon valdez strike like a boa constrictor\nPain I inflict ya made ya scream like little richard\nBattle me, no more props, no more fan mail admiration\nYou die, no time readin that for dramatization\nYou got your contract now you dissin me -- when you\nBarely own yourself like the adams family electricity\nBow your head in praise, the crowd sways when I hit the stage\nChino flips a phrase in so many different ways, uhh\n\nChorus\n\nProjecting my east coast semen all over ya (they be cloning ya)\nI'm leaving em starving like they from cambodia (nice knowing ya)\nI'm telling ya fuck your cellular fuck your skypager\nNone of that can save ya when I slash ya with my rusty razor\nIn need of dry towels, my eye scowls, white owls I split ya\nReposing like an arthur ashe before and after picture\nMy crew stay high like astronauts, this yellow bastard rocks\nStill representin jersey to the fullest -- down at fraggle rock!\nSo now I rips again; leavin rappers whimperin\nMakin my impression left in ears like discarded syringe\nCinematogrophy showin slides of your autopsy, no fair\nI'm turning your whole projects into tiannamen square\nNot number five like caps bust inside of tupac's side\nRap side, not pharcyde, burn your eyes like hydrogen peroxide\nYou better dodge this God that's lookin like debarge\nDisgusting like an old white woman's medicinal discharge, swingin\nMy fist hard, causin viral spinal menengitis, when the slightest\nVinyl coincides you risk dying to my violent twist\nThe tin ma -- if I only had a heart! I wouldn't make\nAll y'all niggaz sit in the backseat like fuckin rosa parks\nI represent them niggaz that make you one healthier\nWhile you represent bad niggaz like denzel in philadelphia\nI ruin more brothers with skills careers than don king, yo\nYo b stop the track here the phone is ringing I hear the phone ringing\n\n*phone rings*\nYo? \"yo chino you look so good!\nI just know you gotta a big dick\nI wanna fuck you so bad!\"\n\nOh seven no one seventy the zip code I don't give a fuck\nThrow an uppercut, was getting xl all fired up\nWorth getting your jaw all wired up?\nBe a man like me'shell n'degeocello, receive your ass-beating\nI perform in front of more sellout crowds than a naacp meeting\nI'm making mc's look dumber and dumber like jim carrey\nGo dig for david cole I'm back in office like marion barry\nMy crew parleys while your girl braiding my braids\nMc's are afraid in so many different ways!\n\nChorus\n\n\"chino was fly but too fly for me!\" --> mc lyte ('cappucino')\n(repeat 4x)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Many Different Ways\n  artist: Chino XL\n  album: Here To Save You All\n  duration_ms: 305000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  I take your mind and I smash it into plasma\n  *gasp for air* breathe like asthma, til your just a cadaver\n  How fast this is, your faggot crew's a bunch of actresses\n  My skills go back to flippin on pissy matresses\n  Not subroc, I catch you out like matlock\n  Now your name's in the way outdated section next to chubb rock\n  It's kind of funny, some of you cracker dj's shun me\n  Cause I make your favorite rappers come up short like bud bundy\n  I'm all in the family, sick like archie bunker, fuckin eat it\n  Your styles are cheesy like a uncircumcised penis\n  Better jet out, brother out, your r&b I first ignore ya\n  Fuck heavy d, cause \"i got nothin but hate for ya\"!\n  I'm chino xl, now who the fuck are you? I'm laughing\n  Smashing you like a bottle of zima\n  Oh now all of a sudden you got emphesema?\n  Burrnt, save that shit for rich verbatim days behind me\n  I'm yellow as hell, but I rip more blackstreet's than teddy riley\n  I'm not environmentally concious so fuck an earth day on my worst day\n  I could kill more slanted eyes than a japanese earthquake\n  And in the first place, farrah couldn't fawcett when I lost it\n  Give me that mic, you monkey motherfucker, you look exhausted!\n  When I'm tipsy, cut you like bush cut social security\n  You couldn't make this crowd bounce like they one big silicone tittie\n  It ricochets, hear my name in projects hallways\n  Chino will amaze in so many different ways, what?\n\n  [chorus]\n\n  Fuck that *cough* when I bust that *cough*, watch this\n  I'm knockin niggaz out like they homosexual boxers\n  Now you feel like a building when the wrecking ball hits\n  I'm the type of nigga bitches like brandy wanna be down with\n  Not howard stern but get your temper burning, make you vomit\n  Blood in slow motion like tyra banks go in higher learning\n  Enema, comma, coma, drama, dilemma, die like dahmer\n  You can't see me like the muppet babies grand - mama\n  I'm a barbed wire condom once fuckin with that you'll - holler\n  My flows wet shit up like barry white's shirt - collar\n  And I'm smoke bones with mad thugs we be in harmony\n  But da-na-da-da-dahh-dah, just doesn't fuckin appeal to me\n  Disgustin me like greg lougainis aids my style is full blown\n  I'm wild like a latch key kid when his alcoholic daddy ain't home\n  Skip the silly facts is what you really lacks, your city give me daps\n  When chino xl cuts you bleedin to death like hemophiliacs\n  Testin me is heresy I'm ill as leprosy I could make\n  Farrakhan grow dreads (bo bo!) and do the pepper seed\n  Spilling blood, similar to exxon valdez strike like a boa constrictor\n  Pain I inflict ya made ya scream like little richard\n  Battle me, no more props, no more fan mail admiration\n  You die, no time readin that for dramatization\n  You got your contract now you dissin me -- when you\n  Barely own yourself like the adams family electricity\n  Bow your head in praise, the crowd sways when I hit the stage\n  Chino flips a phrase in so many different ways, uhh\n\n  Chorus\n\n  Projecting my east coast semen all over ya (they be cloning ya)\n  I'm leaving em starving like they from cambodia (nice knowing ya)\n  I'm telling ya fuck your cellular fuck your skypager\n  None of that can save ya when I slash ya with my rusty razor\n  In need of dry towels, my eye scowls, white owls I split ya\n  Reposing like an arthur ashe before and after picture\n  My crew stay high like astronauts, this yellow bastard rocks\n  Still representin jersey to the fullest -- down at fraggle rock!\n  So now I rips again; leavin rappers whimperin\n  Makin my impression left in ears like discarded syringe\n  Cinematogrophy showin slides of your autopsy, no fair\n  I'm turning your whole projects into tiannamen square\n  Not number five like caps bust inside of tupac's side\n  Rap side, not pharcyde, burn your eyes like hydrogen peroxide\n  You better dodge this God that's lookin like debarge\n  Disgusting like an old white woman's medicinal discharge, swingin\n  My fist hard, causin viral spinal menengitis, when the slightest\n  Vinyl coincides you risk dying to my violent twist\n  The tin ma -- if I only had a heart! I wouldn't make\n  All y'all niggaz sit in the backseat like fuckin rosa parks\n  I represent them niggaz that make you one healthier\n  While you represent bad niggaz like denzel in philadelphia\n  I ruin more brothers with skills careers than don king, yo\n  Yo b stop the track here the phone is ringing I hear the phone ringing\n\n  *phone rings*\n  Yo? \"yo chino you look so good!\n  I just know you gotta a big dick\n  I wanna fuck you so bad!\"\n\n  Oh seven no one seventy the zip code I don't give a fuck\n  Throw an uppercut, was getting xl all fired up\n  Worth getting your jaw all wired up?\n  Be a man like me'shell n'degeocello, receive your ass-beating\n  I perform in front of more sellout crowds than a naacp meeting\n  I'm making mc's look dumber and dumber like jim carrey\n  Go dig for david cole I'm back in office like marion barry\n  My crew parleys while your girl braiding my braids\n  Mc's are afraid in so many different ways!\n\n  Chorus\n\n  \"chino was fly but too fly for me!\" --> mc lyte ('cappucino')\n  (repeat 4x)\n"},{"id":35946538,"name":"Many Different Ways","trackName":"Many Different Ways","artistName":"Chino XL, Sean Freehill","albumName":"Here To Save You All","duration":309.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I take your mind and I smash it into plasma\nBreathe like asthma 'til you're just a cadaver\nHow fast this is, your faggot crew's a bunch of actresses\nMy skills go back to flippin' on pissy mattresses\nNot Subroc, I get you out like Matlock\nNow your name's in the where are they, now section next to Chubb Rock\nIt's kinda funny, some of you cracker DJ's shun me\n'Cause I make your favorite rappers come up short like Bud Bundy\nI'm All in the Family, sick like Archie-motherfuckin'-Edith\nYour styles are cheesy like an uncircumcised penis\nBetter jet out, buzz it out, you're R&B, I just ignore ya\nFuck Heavy D 'cause I got nothin' but hate for ya\nI'm Chino XL, now who the fuck are you?\nI'm laughing, smashing you like a bottle of Zima\nOh, little son, you got emphysema? Burn!\nSave that shit for Richard, babe, them days behind me\nI'm yellow as hell but I rip more black streets than Teddy Riley\nI'm not environmentally conscious, so fuck an Earth Day\nOn my worst day I can kill more slanted eyes\nThan a Japanese earthquake in the first place\nFarrah couldn't force it when I lost it\nGive me that mic, you monkey motherfucker, you look exhausted\nWhat a pity, 'cause you like Bush cuts social security\nYou couldn't make this crowd bounce like they one big silicone titty\nIt ricochets, hear my name in projects hallways\nChino will amaze in so many different ways, what?\n\nMany different ways\nMany different ways\nMany different ways\nMany different ways\n\nFuck that, when I bust that, watch this\nI'm knockin' niggas out like they homosexual boxers\nNow you feel like a building when the wreckin' ball hits\nI'm the type of nigga bitches like Brandy wanna be down with\nNot Howard Stern, but get your temper burnin'\nMake you vomit blood in slow motion\nLike Tyra Banks doin' Higher Learning\nEnema, comma, coma, drama, dilemma, die like Dahmer\nYou can't see me like them Muppet babies' grandmama\nI'm a barb-wired condom who's fuckin' with that joke, holla\nMy flow rips shit up like Barry White's shirt collar\nAnd I smoke bowls with mad thugs, we be in harmony\nBut da-da-da-da-da just doesn't fuckin' appeal to me\nDisgustin' me like Greg Louganis AIDS, my style is full-blown\nI'm wild like an Alaskan kid when his alcoholic daddy ain't home\nSkip the silly facts, it's what you really lack\nYour city give me daps\nWhen Chino is cut, you're bleedin' to death like hemophiliacs\nTestin' me is heresy, I'm ill as leprosy\nI could make Farrakhan grow dreads, boat, boat into the Peppa sea\nSpilling blood, similar to Exxon Valdez\nStrike like a boa constrictor\nThe pain I inflict will make you scream like Little Richard\nBattle me, no more props, no more fan or admiration\nYou die, no crime re-enactment dramatization\nYou got your contract, now you dissin' me\nWhen you barely own yourself like the Evans family electricity\nBow your head and praise, the crowd sways when I hit the stage\nChino flips a phrase in so many different ways, uh\n\nMany different ways\nMany different ways\nMany different ways\nMany different ways\n\nProjecting my East Coast semen all over ya\nThey be cloning ya, I'm leavin' them starving like they from Cambodia\nNot snowin' ya, I'm tellin' ya, fuck your cellular, fuck your SkyPage\nAnd none of that can save ya when I slash you with my rusty razor\nAnd need a dry towel, my eyes gouged right out, I split ya\nRepulsive like an Arthur Ashe before and after picture\nMy crew stay high like astronauts, this yellow bastard rocks\nStill representin' Jersey to the fullest, now I'm asked for Agga Rock\nSo now I rips again, leavin' rappers whimperin'\nMakin' my impression, left for years like the Shroud of Turin\nCinematography, showing shots of your autopsy, don't dare\nI'm turning your whole project to Tiananmen Square\nNot number five, like Cat Puff's inside of 2Pac's side\nTop side, not far side, burn your eyes like hydrogen peroxide\nYou better dodge this God that's looking like DeBarge\nDisgusting like an old white woman's\nMeniscal discharge, swingin' my fist hard\nCausing viral spinal meningitis\nWhen the slightest vinyl coincide, you is dyin' to my violent twist\nThe Tin Man, if I only had a heart\nI wouldn't make all y'all niggas sit in\nThe backseat like fuckin' Rosa Parks\nI represent them niggas that make you unhealthier\nWhile you represent fat niggas like Denzel in Philadelphia\nI ruin more brothers with skills, careers than Don King\nYo, yo, B, stop the track here, the\nPhone is ringing, I hear the phone ring\n\nOoh, Chino, you look so good\nI know you got a dick, like I wanna fuck you so bad\n\n0-7-0-1-7 Be the zip code, I don't give a fuck\nThrow an uppercut, what's getting XL all fired up?\nWe're getting your jaw all wired up\nBe a man like Meshell Ndegeocello or receive your ass beating\nI'm performing for the most sold-out crowds than a NAACP meeting\nI'm making MC's look dumber and dumber like Jim Carrey\nGo dig for David Cole, I'm back in office like Marion Barry\nMy crew parlays while your girl braiding my braids\nMC's are afraid in so many different ways\n\nMany different ways\nMany different ways\nMany different ways\nMany different ways\n\nChino was fly but too fly for me\nChino was fly but too, too, too fly for me\nChino, Chino, Chino, Chino was fly but too fly for me","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Many Different Ways\n  artist: Chino XL, Sean Freehill\n  album: Here To Save You All\n  duration_ms: 309000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  I take your mind and I smash it into plasma\n  Breathe like asthma 'til you're just a cadaver\n  How fast this is, your faggot crew's a bunch of actresses\n  My skills go back to flippin' on pissy mattresses\n  Not Subroc, I get you out like Matlock\n  Now your name's in the where are they, now section next to Chubb Rock\n  It's kinda funny, some of you cracker DJ's shun me\n  'Cause I make your favorite rappers come up short like Bud Bundy\n  I'm All in the Family, sick like Archie-motherfuckin'-Edith\n  Your styles are cheesy like an uncircumcised penis\n  Better jet out, buzz it out, you're R&B, I just ignore ya\n  Fuck Heavy D 'cause I got nothin' but hate for ya\n  I'm Chino XL, now who the fuck are you?\n  I'm laughing, smashing you like a bottle of Zima\n  Oh, little son, you got emphysema? Burn!\n  Save that shit for Richard, babe, them days behind me\n  I'm yellow as hell but I rip more black streets than Teddy Riley\n  I'm not environmentally conscious, so fuck an Earth Day\n  On my worst day I can kill more slanted eyes\n  Than a Japanese earthquake in the first place\n  Farrah couldn't force it when I lost it\n  Give me that mic, you monkey motherfucker, you look exhausted\n  What a pity, 'cause you like Bush cuts social security\n  You couldn't make this crowd bounce like they one big silicone titty\n  It ricochets, hear my name in projects hallways\n  Chino will amaze in so many different ways, what?\n\n  Many different ways\n  Many different ways\n  Many different ways\n  Many different ways\n\n  Fuck that, when I bust that, watch this\n  I'm knockin' niggas out like they homosexual boxers\n  Now you feel like a building when the wreckin' ball hits\n  I'm the type of nigga bitches like Brandy wanna be down with\n  Not Howard Stern, but get your temper burnin'\n  Make you vomit blood in slow motion\n  Like Tyra Banks doin' Higher Learning\n  Enema, comma, coma, drama, dilemma, die like Dahmer\n  You can't see me like them Muppet babies' grandmama\n  I'm a barb-wired condom who's fuckin' with that joke, holla\n  My flow rips shit up like Barry White's shirt collar\n  And I smoke bowls with mad thugs, we be in harmony\n  But da-da-da-da-da just doesn't fuckin' appeal to me\n  Disgustin' me like Greg Louganis AIDS, my style is full-blown\n  I'm wild like an Alaskan kid when his alcoholic daddy ain't home\n  Skip the silly facts, it's what you really lack\n  Your city give me daps\n  When Chino is cut, you're bleedin' to death like hemophiliacs\n  Testin' me is heresy, I'm ill as leprosy\n  I could make Farrakhan grow dreads, boat, boat into the Peppa sea\n  Spilling blood, similar to Exxon Valdez\n  Strike like a boa constrictor\n  The pain I inflict will make you scream like Little Richard\n  Battle me, no more props, no more fan or admiration\n  You die, no crime re-enactment dramatization\n  You got your contract, now you dissin' me\n  When you barely own yourself like the Evans family electricity\n  Bow your head and praise, the crowd sways when I hit the stage\n  Chino flips a phrase in so many different ways, uh\n\n  Many different ways\n  Many different ways\n  Many different ways\n  Many different ways\n\n  Projecting my East Coast semen all over ya\n  They be cloning ya, I'm leavin' them starving like they from Cambodia\n  Not snowin' ya, I'm tellin' ya, fuck your cellular, fuck your SkyPage\n  And none of that can save ya when I slash you with my rusty razor\n  And need a dry towel, my eyes gouged right out, I split ya\n  Repulsive like an Arthur Ashe before and after picture\n  My crew stay high like astronauts, this yellow bastard rocks\n  Still representin' Jersey to the fullest, now I'm asked for Agga Rock\n  So now I rips again, leavin' rappers whimperin'\n  Makin' my impression, left for years like the Shroud of Turin\n  Cinematography, showing shots of your autopsy, don't dare\n  I'm turning your whole project to Tiananmen Square\n  Not number five, like Cat Puff's inside of 2Pac's side\n  Top side, not far side, burn your eyes like hydrogen peroxide\n  You better dodge this God that's looking like DeBarge\n  Disgusting like an old white woman's\n  Meniscal discharge, swingin' my fist hard\n  Causing viral spinal meningitis\n  When the slightest vinyl coincide, you is dyin' to my violent twist\n  The Tin Man, if I only had a heart\n  I wouldn't make all y'all niggas sit in\n  The backseat like fuckin' Rosa Parks\n  I represent them niggas that make you unhealthier\n  While you represent fat niggas like Denzel in Philadelphia\n  I ruin more brothers with skills, careers than Don King\n  Yo, yo, B, stop the track here, the\n  Phone is ringing, I hear the phone ring\n\n  Ooh, Chino, you look so good\n  I know you got a dick, like I wanna fuck you so bad\n\n  0-7-0-1-7 Be the zip code, I don't give a fuck\n  Throw an uppercut, what's getting XL all fired up?\n  We're getting your jaw all wired up\n  Be a man like Meshell Ndegeocello or receive your ass beating\n  I'm performing for the most sold-out crowds than a NAACP meeting\n  I'm making MC's look dumber and dumber like Jim Carrey\n  Go dig for David Cole, I'm back in office like Marion Barry\n  My crew parlays while your girl braiding my braids\n  MC's are afraid in so many different ways\n\n  Many different ways\n  Many different ways\n  Many different ways\n  Many different ways\n\n  Chino was fly but too fly for me\n  Chino was fly but too, too, too fly for me\n  Chino, Chino, Chino, Chino was fly but too fly for me\n"},{"id":35946539,"name":"Many Different Ways","trackName":"Many Different Ways","artistName":"Chino XL, Sean Freehill","albumName":"Here To Save You All","duration":302.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I take your mind and I smash it into plasma\nBreathe like asthma 'til you're just a cadaver\nHow fast this is, your faggot crew's a bunch of actresses\nMy skills go back to flippin' on pissy mattresses\nNot Subroc, I get you out like Matlock\nNow your name's in the where are they, now section next to Chubb Rock\nIt's kinda funny, some of you cracker DJ's shun me\n'Cause I make your favorite rappers come up short like Bud Bundy\nI'm All in the Family, sick like Archie-motherfuckin'-Edith\nYour styles are cheesy like an uncircumcised penis\nBetter jet out, buzz it out, you're R&B, I just ignore ya\nFuck Heavy D 'cause I got nothin' but hate for ya\nI'm Chino XL, now who the fuck are you?\nI'm laughing, smashing you like a bottle of Zima\nOh, little son, you got emphysema? Burn!\nSave that shit for Richard, babe, them days behind me\nI'm yellow as hell but I rip more black streets than Teddy Riley\nI'm not environmentally conscious, so fuck an Earth Day\nOn my worst day I can kill more slanted eyes\nThan a Japanese earthquake in the first place\nFarrah couldn't force it when I lost it\nGive me that mic, you monkey motherfucker, you look exhausted\nWhat a pity, 'cause you like Bush cuts social security\nYou couldn't make this crowd bounce like they one big silicone titty\nIt ricochets, hear my name in projects hallways\nChino will amaze in so many different ways, what?\n\nMany different ways\nMany different ways\nMany different ways\nMany different ways\n\nFuck that, when I bust that, watch this\nI'm knockin' niggas out like they homosexual boxers\nNow you feel like a building when the wreckin' ball hits\nI'm the type of nigga bitches like Brandy wanna be down with\nNot Howard Stern, but get your temper burnin'\nMake you vomit blood in slow motion\nLike Tyra Banks doin' Higher Learning\nEnema, comma, coma, drama, dilemma, die like Dahmer\nYou can't see me like them Muppet babies' grandmama\nI'm a barb-wired condom who's fuckin' with that joke, holla\nMy flow rips shit up like Barry White's shirt collar\nAnd I smoke bowls with mad thugs, we be in harmony\nBut da-da-da-da-da just doesn't fuckin' appeal to me\nDisgustin' me like Greg Louganis AIDS, my style is full-blown\nI'm wild like an Alaskan kid when his alcoholic daddy ain't home\nSkip the silly facts, it's what you really lack\nYour city give me daps\nWhen Chino is cut, you're bleedin' to death like hemophiliacs\nTestin' me is heresy, I'm ill as leprosy\nI could make Farrakhan grow dreads, boat, boat into the Peppa sea\nSpilling blood, similar to Exxon Valdez\nStrike like a boa constrictor\nThe pain I inflict will make you scream like Little Richard\nBattle me, no more props, no more fan or admiration\nYou die, no crime re-enactment dramatization\nYou got your contract, now you dissin' me\nWhen you barely own yourself like the Evans family electricity\nBow your head and praise, the crowd sways when I hit the stage\nChino flips a phrase in so many different ways, uh\n\nMany different ways\nMany different ways\nMany different ways\nMany different ways\n\nProjecting my East Coast semen all over ya\nThey be cloning ya, I'm leavin' them starving like they from Cambodia\nNot snowin' ya, I'm tellin' ya, fuck your cellular, fuck your SkyPage\nAnd none of that can save ya when I slash you with my rusty razor\nAnd need a dry towel, my eyes gouged right out, I split ya\nRepulsive like an Arthur Ashe before and after picture\nMy crew stay high like astronauts, this yellow bastard rocks\nStill representin' Jersey to the fullest, now I'm asked for Agga Rock\nSo now I rips again, leavin' rappers whimperin'\nMakin' my impression, left for years like the Shroud of Turin\nCinematography, showing shots of your autopsy, don't dare\nI'm turning your whole project to Tiananmen Square\nNot number five, like Cat Puff's inside of 2Pac's side\nTop side, not far side, burn your eyes like hydrogen peroxide\nYou better dodge this God that's looking like DeBarge\nDisgusting like an old white woman's\nMeniscal discharge, swingin' my fist hard\nCausing viral spinal meningitis\nWhen the slightest vinyl coincide, you is dyin' to my violent twist\nThe Tin Man, if I only had a heart\nI wouldn't make all y'all niggas sit in\nThe backseat like fuckin' Rosa Parks\nI represent them niggas that make you unhealthier\nWhile you represent fat niggas like Denzel in Philadelphia\nI ruin more brothers with skills, careers than Don King\nYo, yo, B, stop the track here, the\nPhone is ringing, I hear the phone ring\n\nOoh, Chino, you look so good\nI know you got a dick, like I wanna fuck you so bad\n\n0-7-0-1-7 Be the zip code, I don't give a fuck\nThrow an uppercut, what's getting XL all fired up?\nWe're getting your jaw all wired up\nBe a man like Meshell Ndegeocello or receive your ass beating\nI'm performing for the most sold-out crowds than a NAACP meeting\nI'm making MC's look dumber and dumber like Jim Carrey\nGo dig for David Cole, I'm back in office like Marion Barry\nMy crew parlays while your girl braiding my braids\nMC's are afraid in so many different ways\n\nMany different ways\nMany different ways\nMany different ways\nMany different ways\n\nChino was fly but too fly for me\nChino was fly but too, too, too fly for me\nChino, Chino, Chino, Chino was fly but too fly for me","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Many Different Ways\n  artist: Chino XL, Sean Freehill\n  album: Here To Save You All\n  duration_ms: 302000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  I take your mind and I smash it into plasma\n  Breathe like asthma 'til you're just a cadaver\n  How fast this is, your faggot crew's a bunch of actresses\n  My skills go back to flippin' on pissy mattresses\n  Not Subroc, I get you out like Matlock\n  Now your name's in the where are they, now section next to Chubb Rock\n  It's kinda funny, some of you cracker DJ's shun me\n  'Cause I make your favorite rappers come up short like Bud Bundy\n  I'm All in the Family, sick like Archie-motherfuckin'-Edith\n  Your styles are cheesy like an uncircumcised penis\n  Better jet out, buzz it out, you're R&B, I just ignore ya\n  Fuck Heavy D 'cause I got nothin' but hate for ya\n  I'm Chino XL, now who the fuck are you?\n  I'm laughing, smashing you like a bottle of Zima\n  Oh, little son, you got emphysema? Burn!\n  Save that shit for Richard, babe, them days behind me\n  I'm yellow as hell but I rip more black streets than Teddy Riley\n  I'm not environmentally conscious, so fuck an Earth Day\n  On my worst day I can kill more slanted eyes\n  Than a Japanese earthquake in the first place\n  Farrah couldn't force it when I lost it\n  Give me that mic, you monkey motherfucker, you look exhausted\n  What a pity, 'cause you like Bush cuts social security\n  You couldn't make this crowd bounce like they one big silicone titty\n  It ricochets, hear my name in projects hallways\n  Chino will amaze in so many different ways, what?\n\n  Many different ways\n  Many different ways\n  Many different ways\n  Many different ways\n\n  Fuck that, when I bust that, watch this\n  I'm knockin' niggas out like they homosexual boxers\n  Now you feel like a building when the wreckin' ball hits\n  I'm the type of nigga bitches like Brandy wanna be down with\n  Not Howard Stern, but get your temper burnin'\n  Make you vomit blood in slow motion\n  Like Tyra Banks doin' Higher Learning\n  Enema, comma, coma, drama, dilemma, die like Dahmer\n  You can't see me like them Muppet babies' grandmama\n  I'm a barb-wired condom who's fuckin' with that joke, holla\n  My flow rips shit up like Barry White's shirt collar\n  And I smoke bowls with mad thugs, we be in harmony\n  But da-da-da-da-da just doesn't fuckin' appeal to me\n  Disgustin' me like Greg Louganis AIDS, my style is full-blown\n  I'm wild like an Alaskan kid when his alcoholic daddy ain't home\n  Skip the silly facts, it's what you really lack\n  Your city give me daps\n  When Chino is cut, you're bleedin' to death like hemophiliacs\n  Testin' me is heresy, I'm ill as leprosy\n  I could make Farrakhan grow dreads, boat, boat into the Peppa sea\n  Spilling blood, similar to Exxon Valdez\n  Strike like a boa constrictor\n  The pain I inflict will make you scream like Little Richard\n  Battle me, no more props, no more fan or admiration\n  You die, no crime re-enactment dramatization\n  You got your contract, now you dissin' me\n  When you barely own yourself like the Evans family electricity\n  Bow your head and praise, the crowd sways when I hit the stage\n  Chino flips a phrase in so many different ways, uh\n\n  Many different ways\n  Many different ways\n  Many different ways\n  Many different ways\n\n  Projecting my East Coast semen all over ya\n  They be cloning ya, I'm leavin' them starving like they from Cambodia\n  Not snowin' ya, I'm tellin' ya, fuck your cellular, fuck your SkyPage\n  And none of that can save ya when I slash you with my rusty razor\n  And need a dry towel, my eyes gouged right out, I split ya\n  Repulsive like an Arthur Ashe before and after picture\n  My crew stay high like astronauts, this yellow bastard rocks\n  Still representin' Jersey to the fullest, now I'm asked for Agga Rock\n  So now I rips again, leavin' rappers whimperin'\n  Makin' my impression, left for years like the Shroud of Turin\n  Cinematography, showing shots of your autopsy, don't dare\n  I'm turning your whole project to Tiananmen Square\n  Not number five, like Cat Puff's inside of 2Pac's side\n  Top side, not far side, burn your eyes like hydrogen peroxide\n  You better dodge this God that's looking like DeBarge\n  Disgusting like an old white woman's\n  Meniscal discharge, swingin' my fist hard\n  Causing viral spinal meningitis\n  When the slightest vinyl coincide, you is dyin' to my violent twist\n  The Tin Man, if I only had a heart\n  I wouldn't make all y'all niggas sit in\n  The backseat like fuckin' Rosa Parks\n  I represent them niggas that make you unhealthier\n  While you represent fat niggas like Denzel in Philadelphia\n  I ruin more brothers with skills, careers than Don King\n  Yo, yo, B, stop the track here, the\n  Phone is ringing, I hear the phone ring\n\n  Ooh, Chino, you look so good\n  I know you got a dick, like I wanna fuck you so bad\n\n  0-7-0-1-7 Be the zip code, I don't give a fuck\n  Throw an uppercut, what's getting XL all fired up?\n  We're getting your jaw all wired up\n  Be a man like Meshell Ndegeocello or receive your ass beating\n  I'm performing for the most sold-out crowds than a NAACP meeting\n  I'm making MC's look dumber and dumber like Jim Carrey\n  Go dig for David Cole, I'm back in office like Marion Barry\n  My crew parlays while your girl braiding my braids\n  MC's are afraid in so many different ways\n\n  Many different ways\n  Many different ways\n  Many different ways\n  Many different ways\n\n  Chino was fly but too fly for me\n  Chino was fly but too, too, too fly for me\n  Chino, Chino, Chino, Chino was fly but too fly for me\n"},{"id":35946545,"name":"Many Different Ways","trackName":"Many Different Ways","artistName":"Chino XL, Sean Freehill","albumName":"Here To Save You All","duration":301.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I take your mind and I smash it into plasma\nBreathe like asthma 'til you're just a cadaver\nHow fast this is, your faggot crew's a bunch of actresses\nMy skills go back to flippin' on pissy mattresses\nNot Subroc, I get you out like Matlock\nNow your name's in the where are they, now section next to Chubb Rock\nIt's kinda funny, some of you cracker DJ's shun me\n'Cause I make your favorite rappers come up short like Bud Bundy\nI'm All in the Family, sick like Archie-motherfuckin'-Edith\nYour styles are cheesy like an uncircumcised penis\nBetter jet out, buzz it out, you're R&B, I just ignore ya\nFuck Heavy D 'cause I got nothin' but hate for ya\nI'm Chino XL, now who the fuck are you?\nI'm laughing, smashing you like a bottle of Zima\nOh, little son, you got emphysema? Burn!\nSave that shit for Richard, babe, them days behind me\nI'm yellow as hell but I rip more black streets than Teddy Riley\nI'm not environmentally conscious, so fuck an Earth Day\nOn my worst day I can kill more slanted eyes\nThan a Japanese earthquake in the first place\nFarrah couldn't force it when I lost it\nGive me that mic, you monkey motherfucker, you look exhausted\nWhat a pity, 'cause you like Bush cuts social security\nYou couldn't make this crowd bounce like they one big silicone titty\nIt ricochets, hear my name in projects hallways\nChino will amaze in so many different ways, what?\n\nMany different ways\nMany different ways\nMany different ways\nMany different ways\n\nFuck that, when I bust that, watch this\nI'm knockin' niggas out like they homosexual boxers\nNow you feel like a building when the wreckin' ball hits\nI'm the type of nigga bitches like Brandy wanna be down with\nNot Howard Stern, but get your temper burnin'\nMake you vomit blood in slow motion\nLike Tyra Banks doin' Higher Learning\nEnema, comma, coma, drama, dilemma, die like Dahmer\nYou can't see me like them Muppet babies' grandmama\nI'm a barb-wired condom who's fuckin' with that joke, holla\nMy flow rips shit up like Barry White's shirt collar\nAnd I smoke bowls with mad thugs, we be in harmony\nBut da-da-da-da-da just doesn't fuckin' appeal to me\nDisgustin' me like Greg Louganis AIDS, my style is full-blown\nI'm wild like an Alaskan kid when his alcoholic daddy ain't home\nSkip the silly facts, it's what you really lack\nYour city give me daps\nWhen Chino is cut, you're bleedin' to death like hemophiliacs\nTestin' me is heresy, I'm ill as leprosy\nI could make Farrakhan grow dreads, boat, boat into the Peppa sea\nSpilling blood, similar to Exxon Valdez\nStrike like a boa constrictor\nThe pain I inflict will make you scream like Little Richard\nBattle me, no more props, no more fan or admiration\nYou die, no crime re-enactment dramatization\nYou got your contract, now you dissin' me\nWhen you barely own yourself like the Evans family electricity\nBow your head and praise, the crowd sways when I hit the stage\nChino flips a phrase in so many different ways, uh\n\nMany different ways\nMany different ways\nMany different ways\nMany different ways\n\nProjecting my East Coast semen all over ya\nThey be cloning ya, I'm leavin' them starving like they from Cambodia\nNot snowin' ya, I'm tellin' ya, fuck your cellular, fuck your SkyPage\nAnd none of that can save ya when I slash you with my rusty razor\nAnd need a dry towel, my eyes gouged right out, I split ya\nRepulsive like an Arthur Ashe before and after picture\nMy crew stay high like astronauts, this yellow bastard rocks\nStill representin' Jersey to the fullest, now I'm asked for Agga Rock\nSo now I rips again, leavin' rappers whimperin'\nMakin' my impression, left for years like the Shroud of Turin\nCinematography, showing shots of your autopsy, don't dare\nI'm turning your whole project to Tiananmen Square\nNot number five, like Cat Puff's inside of 2Pac's side\nTop side, not far side, burn your eyes like hydrogen peroxide\nYou better dodge this God that's looking like DeBarge\nDisgusting like an old white woman's\nMeniscal discharge, swingin' my fist hard\nCausing viral spinal meningitis\nWhen the slightest vinyl coincide, you is dyin' to my violent twist\nThe Tin Man, if I only had a heart\nI wouldn't make all y'all niggas sit in\nThe backseat like fuckin' Rosa Parks\nI represent them niggas that make you unhealthier\nWhile you represent fat niggas like Denzel in Philadelphia\nI ruin more brothers with skills, careers than Don King\nYo, yo, B, stop the track here, the\nPhone is ringing, I hear the phone ring\n\nOoh, Chino, you look so good\nI know you got a dick, like I wanna fuck you so bad\n\n0-7-0-1-7 Be the zip code, I don't give a fuck\nThrow an uppercut, what's getting XL all fired up?\nWe're getting your jaw all wired up\nBe a man like Meshell Ndegeocello or receive your ass beating\nI'm performing for the most sold-out crowds than a NAACP meeting\nI'm making MC's look dumber and dumber like Jim Carrey\nGo dig for David Cole, I'm back in office like Marion Barry\nMy crew parlays while your girl braiding my braids\nMC's are afraid in so many different ways\n\nMany different ways\nMany different ways\nMany different ways\nMany different ways\n\nChino was fly but too fly for me\nChino was fly but too, too, too fly for me\nChino, Chino, Chino, Chino was fly but too fly for me","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Many Different Ways\n  artist: Chino XL, Sean Freehill\n  album: Here To Save You All\n  duration_ms: 301000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  I take your mind and I smash it into plasma\n  Breathe like asthma 'til you're just a cadaver\n  How fast this is, your faggot crew's a bunch of actresses\n  My skills go back to flippin' on pissy mattresses\n  Not Subroc, I get you out like Matlock\n  Now your name's in the where are they, now section next to Chubb Rock\n  It's kinda funny, some of you cracker DJ's shun me\n  'Cause I make your favorite rappers come up short like Bud Bundy\n  I'm All in the Family, sick like Archie-motherfuckin'-Edith\n  Your styles are cheesy like an uncircumcised penis\n  Better jet out, buzz it out, you're R&B, I just ignore ya\n  Fuck Heavy D 'cause I got nothin' but hate for ya\n  I'm Chino XL, now who the fuck are you?\n  I'm laughing, smashing you like a bottle of Zima\n  Oh, little son, you got emphysema? Burn!\n  Save that shit for Richard, babe, them days behind me\n  I'm yellow as hell but I rip more black streets than Teddy Riley\n  I'm not environmentally conscious, so fuck an Earth Day\n  On my worst day I can kill more slanted eyes\n  Than a Japanese earthquake in the first place\n  Farrah couldn't force it when I lost it\n  Give me that mic, you monkey motherfucker, you look exhausted\n  What a pity, 'cause you like Bush cuts social security\n  You couldn't make this crowd bounce like they one big silicone titty\n  It ricochets, hear my name in projects hallways\n  Chino will amaze in so many different ways, what?\n\n  Many different ways\n  Many different ways\n  Many different ways\n  Many different ways\n\n  Fuck that, when I bust that, watch this\n  I'm knockin' niggas out like they homosexual boxers\n  Now you feel like a building when the wreckin' ball hits\n  I'm the type of nigga bitches like Brandy wanna be down with\n  Not Howard Stern, but get your temper burnin'\n  Make you vomit blood in slow motion\n  Like Tyra Banks doin' Higher Learning\n  Enema, comma, coma, drama, dilemma, die like Dahmer\n  You can't see me like them Muppet babies' grandmama\n  I'm a barb-wired condom who's fuckin' with that joke, holla\n  My flow rips shit up like Barry White's shirt collar\n  And I smoke bowls with mad thugs, we be in harmony\n  But da-da-da-da-da just doesn't fuckin' appeal to me\n  Disgustin' me like Greg Louganis AIDS, my style is full-blown\n  I'm wild like an Alaskan kid when his alcoholic daddy ain't home\n  Skip the silly facts, it's what you really lack\n  Your city give me daps\n  When Chino is cut, you're bleedin' to death like hemophiliacs\n  Testin' me is heresy, I'm ill as leprosy\n  I could make Farrakhan grow dreads, boat, boat into the Peppa sea\n  Spilling blood, similar to Exxon Valdez\n  Strike like a boa constrictor\n  The pain I inflict will make you scream like Little Richard\n  Battle me, no more props, no more fan or admiration\n  You die, no crime re-enactment dramatization\n  You got your contract, now you dissin' me\n  When you barely own yourself like the Evans family electricity\n  Bow your head and praise, the crowd sways when I hit the stage\n  Chino flips a phrase in so many different ways, uh\n\n  Many different ways\n  Many different ways\n  Many different ways\n  Many different ways\n\n  Projecting my East Coast semen all over ya\n  They be cloning ya, I'm leavin' them starving like they from Cambodia\n  Not snowin' ya, I'm tellin' ya, fuck your cellular, fuck your SkyPage\n  And none of that can save ya when I slash you with my rusty razor\n  And need a dry towel, my eyes gouged right out, I split ya\n  Repulsive like an Arthur Ashe before and after picture\n  My crew stay high like astronauts, this yellow bastard rocks\n  Still representin' Jersey to the fullest, now I'm asked for Agga Rock\n  So now I rips again, leavin' rappers whimperin'\n  Makin' my impression, left for years like the Shroud of Turin\n  Cinematography, showing shots of your autopsy, don't dare\n  I'm turning your whole project to Tiananmen Square\n  Not number five, like Cat Puff's inside of 2Pac's side\n  Top side, not far side, burn your eyes like hydrogen peroxide\n  You better dodge this God that's looking like DeBarge\n  Disgusting like an old white woman's\n  Meniscal discharge, swingin' my fist hard\n  Causing viral spinal meningitis\n  When the slightest vinyl coincide, you is dyin' to my violent twist\n  The Tin Man, if I only had a heart\n  I wouldn't make all y'all niggas sit in\n  The backseat like fuckin' Rosa Parks\n  I represent them niggas that make you unhealthier\n  While you represent fat niggas like Denzel in Philadelphia\n  I ruin more brothers with skills, careers than Don King\n  Yo, yo, B, stop the track here, the\n  Phone is ringing, I hear the phone ring\n\n  Ooh, Chino, you look so good\n  I know you got a dick, like I wanna fuck you so bad\n\n  0-7-0-1-7 Be the zip code, I don't give a fuck\n  Throw an uppercut, what's getting XL all fired up?\n  We're getting your jaw all wired up\n  Be a man like Meshell Ndegeocello or receive your ass beating\n  I'm performing for the most sold-out crowds than a NAACP meeting\n  I'm making MC's look dumber and dumber like Jim Carrey\n  Go dig for David Cole, I'm back in office like Marion Barry\n  My crew parlays while your girl braiding my braids\n  MC's are afraid in so many different ways\n\n  Many different ways\n  Many different ways\n  Many different ways\n  Many different ways\n\n  Chino was fly but too fly for me\n  Chino was fly but too, too, too fly for me\n  Chino, Chino, Chino, Chino was fly but too fly for me\n"},{"id":35946532,"name":"Many Different Ways","trackName":"Many Different Ways","artistName":"Chino XL, Sean Freehill","albumName":"Here To Save You All","duration":303.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I take your mind and I smash it into plasma\nBreathe like asthma 'til you're just a cadaver\nHow fast this is, your faggot crew's a bunch of actresses\nMy skills go back to flippin' on pissy mattresses\nNot Subroc, I get you out like Matlock\nNow your name's in the where are they, now section next to Chubb Rock\nIt's kinda funny, some of you cracker DJ's shun me\n'Cause I make your favorite rappers come up short like Bud Bundy\nI'm All in the Family, sick like Archie-motherfuckin'-Edith\nYour styles are cheesy like an uncircumcised penis\nBetter jet out, buzz it out, you're R&B, I just ignore ya\nFuck Heavy D 'cause I got nothin' but hate for ya\nI'm Chino XL, now who the fuck are you?\nI'm laughing, smashing you like a bottle of Zima\nOh, little son, you got emphysema? Burn!\nSave that shit for Richard, babe, them days behind me\nI'm yellow as hell but I rip more black streets than Teddy Riley\nI'm not environmentally conscious, so fuck an Earth Day\nOn my worst day I can kill more slanted eyes\nThan a Japanese earthquake in the first place\nFarrah couldn't force it when I lost it\nGive me that mic, you monkey motherfucker, you look exhausted\nWhat a pity, 'cause you like Bush cuts social security\nYou couldn't make this crowd bounce like they one big silicone titty\nIt ricochets, hear my name in projects hallways\nChino will amaze in so many different ways, what?\n\nMany different ways\nMany different ways\nMany different ways\nMany different ways\n\nFuck that, when I bust that, watch this\nI'm knockin' niggas out like they homosexual boxers\nNow you feel like a building when the wreckin' ball hits\nI'm the type of nigga bitches like Brandy wanna be down with\nNot Howard Stern, but get your temper burnin'\nMake you vomit blood in slow motion\nLike Tyra Banks doin' Higher Learning\nEnema, comma, coma, drama, dilemma, die like Dahmer\nYou can't see me like them Muppet babies' grandmama\nI'm a barb-wired condom who's fuckin' with that joke, holla\nMy flow rips shit up like Barry White's shirt collar\nAnd I smoke bowls with mad thugs, we be in harmony\nBut da-da-da-da-da just doesn't fuckin' appeal to me\nDisgustin' me like Greg Louganis AIDS, my style is full-blown\nI'm wild like an Alaskan kid when his alcoholic daddy ain't home\nSkip the silly facts, it's what you really lack\nYour city give me daps\nWhen Chino is cut, you're bleedin' to death like hemophiliacs\nTestin' me is heresy, I'm ill as leprosy\nI could make Farrakhan grow dreads, boat, boat into the Peppa sea\nSpilling blood, similar to Exxon Valdez\nStrike like a boa constrictor\nThe pain I inflict will make you scream like Little Richard\nBattle me, no more props, no more fan or admiration\nYou die, no crime re-enactment dramatization\nYou got your contract, now you dissin' me\nWhen you barely own yourself like the Evans family electricity\nBow your head and praise, the crowd sways when I hit the stage\nChino flips a phrase in so many different ways, uh\n\nMany different ways\nMany different ways\nMany different ways\nMany different ways\n\nProjecting my East Coast semen all over ya\nThey be cloning ya, I'm leavin' them starving like they from Cambodia\nNot snowin' ya, I'm tellin' ya, fuck your cellular, fuck your SkyPage\nAnd none of that can save ya when I slash you with my rusty razor\nAnd need a dry towel, my eyes gouged right out, I split ya\nRepulsive like an Arthur Ashe before and after picture\nMy crew stay high like astronauts, this yellow bastard rocks\nStill representin' Jersey to the fullest, now I'm asked for Agga Rock\nSo now I rips again, leavin' rappers whimperin'\nMakin' my impression, left for years like the Shroud of Turin\nCinematography, showing shots of your autopsy, don't dare\nI'm turning your whole project to Tiananmen Square\nNot number five, like Cat Puff's inside of 2Pac's side\nTop side, not far side, burn your eyes like hydrogen peroxide\nYou better dodge this God that's looking like DeBarge\nDisgusting like an old white woman's\nMeniscal discharge, swingin' my fist hard\nCausing viral spinal meningitis\nWhen the slightest vinyl coincide, you is dyin' to my violent twist\nThe Tin Man, if I only had a heart\nI wouldn't make all y'all niggas sit in\nThe backseat like fuckin' Rosa Parks\nI represent them niggas that make you unhealthier\nWhile you represent fat niggas like Denzel in Philadelphia\nI ruin more brothers with skills, careers than Don King\nYo, yo, B, stop the track here, the\nPhone is ringing, I hear the phone ring\n\nOoh, Chino, you look so good\nI know you got a dick, like I wanna fuck you so bad\n\n0-7-0-1-7 Be the zip code, I don't give a fuck\nThrow an uppercut, what's getting XL all fired up?\nWe're getting your jaw all wired up\nBe a man like Meshell Ndegeocello or receive your ass beating\nI'm performing for the most sold-out crowds than a NAACP meeting\nI'm making MC's look dumber and dumber like Jim Carrey\nGo dig for David Cole, I'm back in office like Marion Barry\nMy crew parlays while your girl braiding my braids\nMC's are afraid in so many different ways\n\nMany different ways\nMany different ways\nMany different ways\nMany different ways\n\nChino was fly but too fly for me\nChino was fly but too, too, too fly for me\nChino, Chino, Chino, Chino was fly but too fly for me","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Many Different Ways\n  artist: Chino XL, Sean Freehill\n  album: Here To Save You All\n  duration_ms: 303000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  I take your mind and I smash it into plasma\n  Breathe like asthma 'til you're just a cadaver\n  How fast this is, your faggot crew's a bunch of actresses\n  My skills go back to flippin' on pissy mattresses\n  Not Subroc, I get you out like Matlock\n  Now your name's in the where are they, now section next to Chubb Rock\n  It's kinda funny, some of you cracker DJ's shun me\n  'Cause I make your favorite rappers come up short like Bud Bundy\n  I'm All in the Family, sick like Archie-motherfuckin'-Edith\n  Your styles are cheesy like an uncircumcised penis\n  Better jet out, buzz it out, you're R&B, I just ignore ya\n  Fuck Heavy D 'cause I got nothin' but hate for ya\n  I'm Chino XL, now who the fuck are you?\n  I'm laughing, smashing you like a bottle of Zima\n  Oh, little son, you got emphysema? Burn!\n  Save that shit for Richard, babe, them days behind me\n  I'm yellow as hell but I rip more black streets than Teddy Riley\n  I'm not environmentally conscious, so fuck an Earth Day\n  On my worst day I can kill more slanted eyes\n  Than a Japanese earthquake in the first place\n  Farrah couldn't force it when I lost it\n  Give me that mic, you monkey motherfucker, you look exhausted\n  What a pity, 'cause you like Bush cuts social security\n  You couldn't make this crowd bounce like they one big silicone titty\n  It ricochets, hear my name in projects hallways\n  Chino will amaze in so many different ways, what?\n\n  Many different ways\n  Many different ways\n  Many different ways\n  Many different ways\n\n  Fuck that, when I bust that, watch this\n  I'm knockin' niggas out like they homosexual boxers\n  Now you feel like a building when the wreckin' ball hits\n  I'm the type of nigga bitches like Brandy wanna be down with\n  Not Howard Stern, but get your temper burnin'\n  Make you vomit blood in slow motion\n  Like Tyra Banks doin' Higher Learning\n  Enema, comma, coma, drama, dilemma, die like Dahmer\n  You can't see me like them Muppet babies' grandmama\n  I'm a barb-wired condom who's fuckin' with that joke, holla\n  My flow rips shit up like Barry White's shirt collar\n  And I smoke bowls with mad thugs, we be in harmony\n  But da-da-da-da-da just doesn't fuckin' appeal to me\n  Disgustin' me like Greg Louganis AIDS, my style is full-blown\n  I'm wild like an Alaskan kid when his alcoholic daddy ain't home\n  Skip the silly facts, it's what you really lack\n  Your city give me daps\n  When Chino is cut, you're bleedin' to death like hemophiliacs\n  Testin' me is heresy, I'm ill as leprosy\n  I could make Farrakhan grow dreads, boat, boat into the Peppa sea\n  Spilling blood, similar to Exxon Valdez\n  Strike like a boa constrictor\n  The pain I inflict will make you scream like Little Richard\n  Battle me, no more props, no more fan or admiration\n  You die, no crime re-enactment dramatization\n  You got your contract, now you dissin' me\n  When you barely own yourself like the Evans family electricity\n  Bow your head and praise, the crowd sways when I hit the stage\n  Chino flips a phrase in so many different ways, uh\n\n  Many different ways\n  Many different ways\n  Many different ways\n  Many different ways\n\n  Projecting my East Coast semen all over ya\n  They be cloning ya, I'm leavin' them starving like they from Cambodia\n  Not snowin' ya, I'm tellin' ya, fuck your cellular, fuck your SkyPage\n  And none of that can save ya when I slash you with my rusty razor\n  And need a dry towel, my eyes gouged right out, I split ya\n  Repulsive like an Arthur Ashe before and after picture\n  My crew stay high like astronauts, this yellow bastard rocks\n  Still representin' Jersey to the fullest, now I'm asked for Agga Rock\n  So now I rips again, leavin' rappers whimperin'\n  Makin' my impression, left for years like the Shroud of Turin\n  Cinematography, showing shots of your autopsy, don't dare\n  I'm turning your whole project to Tiananmen Square\n  Not number five, like Cat Puff's inside of 2Pac's side\n  Top side, not far side, burn your eyes like hydrogen peroxide\n  You better dodge this God that's looking like DeBarge\n  Disgusting like an old white woman's\n  Meniscal discharge, swingin' my fist hard\n  Causing viral spinal meningitis\n  When the slightest vinyl coincide, you is dyin' to my violent twist\n  The Tin Man, if I only had a heart\n  I wouldn't make all y'all niggas sit in\n  The backseat like fuckin' Rosa Parks\n  I represent them niggas that make you unhealthier\n  While you represent fat niggas like Denzel in Philadelphia\n  I ruin more brothers with skills, careers than Don King\n  Yo, yo, B, stop the track here, the\n  Phone is ringing, I hear the phone ring\n\n  Ooh, Chino, you look so good\n  I know you got a dick, like I wanna fuck you so bad\n\n  0-7-0-1-7 Be the zip code, I don't give a fuck\n  Throw an uppercut, what's getting XL all fired up?\n  We're getting your jaw all wired up\n  Be a man like Meshell Ndegeocello or receive your ass beating\n  I'm performing for the most sold-out crowds than a NAACP meeting\n  I'm making MC's look dumber and dumber like Jim Carrey\n  Go dig for David Cole, I'm back in office like Marion Barry\n  My crew parlays while your girl braiding my braids\n  MC's are afraid in so many different ways\n\n  Many different ways\n  Many different ways\n  Many different ways\n  Many different ways\n\n  Chino was fly but too fly for me\n  Chino was fly but too, too, too fly for me\n  Chino, Chino, Chino, Chino was fly but too fly for me\n"},{"id":35946528,"name":"Many Different Ways","trackName":"Many Different Ways","artistName":"Chino XL, Sean Freehill","albumName":"Here To Save You All","duration":308.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I take your mind and I smash it into plasma\nBreathe like asthma 'til you're just a cadaver\nHow fast this is, your faggot crew's a bunch of actresses\nMy skills go back to flippin' on pissy mattresses\nNot Subroc, I get you out like Matlock\nNow your name's in the where are they, now section next to Chubb Rock\nIt's kinda funny, some of you cracker DJ's shun me\n'Cause I make your favorite rappers come up short like Bud Bundy\nI'm All in the Family, sick like Archie-motherfuckin'-Edith\nYour styles are cheesy like an uncircumcised penis\nBetter jet out, buzz it out, you're R&B, I just ignore ya\nFuck Heavy D 'cause I got nothin' but hate for ya\nI'm Chino XL, now who the fuck are you?\nI'm laughing, smashing you like a bottle of Zima\nOh, little son, you got emphysema? Burn!\nSave that shit for Richard, babe, them days behind me\nI'm yellow as hell but I rip more black streets than Teddy Riley\nI'm not environmentally conscious, so fuck an Earth Day\nOn my worst day I can kill more slanted eyes\nThan a Japanese earthquake in the first place\nFarrah couldn't force it when I lost it\nGive me that mic, you monkey motherfucker, you look exhausted\nWhat a pity, 'cause you like Bush cuts social security\nYou couldn't make this crowd bounce like they one big silicone titty\nIt ricochets, hear my name in projects hallways\nChino will amaze in so many different ways, what?\n\nMany different ways\nMany different ways\nMany different ways\nMany different ways\n\nFuck that, when I bust that, watch this\nI'm knockin' niggas out like they homosexual boxers\nNow you feel like a building when the wreckin' ball hits\nI'm the type of nigga bitches like Brandy wanna be down with\nNot Howard Stern, but get your temper burnin'\nMake you vomit blood in slow motion\nLike Tyra Banks doin' Higher Learning\nEnema, comma, coma, drama, dilemma, die like Dahmer\nYou can't see me like them Muppet babies' grandmama\nI'm a barb-wired condom who's fuckin' with that joke, holla\nMy flow rips shit up like Barry White's shirt collar\nAnd I smoke bowls with mad thugs, we be in harmony\nBut da-da-da-da-da just doesn't fuckin' appeal to me\nDisgustin' me like Greg Louganis AIDS, my style is full-blown\nI'm wild like an Alaskan kid when his alcoholic daddy ain't home\nSkip the silly facts, it's what you really lack\nYour city give me daps\nWhen Chino is cut, you're bleedin' to death like hemophiliacs\nTestin' me is heresy, I'm ill as leprosy\nI could make Farrakhan grow dreads, boat, boat into the Peppa sea\nSpilling blood, similar to Exxon Valdez\nStrike like a boa constrictor\nThe pain I inflict will make you scream like Little Richard\nBattle me, no more props, no more fan or admiration\nYou die, no crime re-enactment dramatization\nYou got your contract, now you dissin' me\nWhen you barely own yourself like the Evans family electricity\nBow your head and praise, the crowd sways when I hit the stage\nChino flips a phrase in so many different ways, uh\n\nMany different ways\nMany different ways\nMany different ways\nMany different ways\n\nProjecting my East Coast semen all over ya\nThey be cloning ya, I'm leavin' them starving like they from Cambodia\nNot snowin' ya, I'm tellin' ya, fuck your cellular, fuck your SkyPage\nAnd none of that can save ya when I slash you with my rusty razor\nAnd need a dry towel, my eyes gouged right out, I split ya\nRepulsive like an Arthur Ashe before and after picture\nMy crew stay high like astronauts, this yellow bastard rocks\nStill representin' Jersey to the fullest, now I'm asked for Agga Rock\nSo now I rips again, leavin' rappers whimperin'\nMakin' my impression, left for years like the Shroud of Turin\nCinematography, showing shots of your autopsy, don't dare\nI'm turning your whole project to Tiananmen Square\nNot number five, like Cat Puff's inside of 2Pac's side\nTop side, not far side, burn your eyes like hydrogen peroxide\nYou better dodge this God that's looking like DeBarge\nDisgusting like an old white woman's\nMeniscal discharge, swingin' my fist hard\nCausing viral spinal meningitis\nWhen the slightest vinyl coincide, you is dyin' to my violent twist\nThe Tin Man, if I only had a heart\nI wouldn't make all y'all niggas sit in\nThe backseat like fuckin' Rosa Parks\nI represent them niggas that make you unhealthier\nWhile you represent fat niggas like Denzel in Philadelphia\nI ruin more brothers with skills, careers than Don King\nYo, yo, B, stop the track here, the\nPhone is ringing, I hear the phone ring\n\nOoh, Chino, you look so good\nI know you got a dick, like I wanna fuck you so bad\n\n0-7-0-1-7 Be the zip code, I don't give a fuck\nThrow an uppercut, what's getting XL all fired up?\nWe're getting your jaw all wired up\nBe a man like Meshell Ndegeocello or receive your ass beating\nI'm performing for the most sold-out crowds than a NAACP meeting\nI'm making MC's look dumber and dumber like Jim Carrey\nGo dig for David Cole, I'm back in office like Marion Barry\nMy crew parlays while your girl braiding my braids\nMC's are afraid in so many different ways\n\nMany different ways\nMany different ways\nMany different ways\nMany different ways\n\nChino was fly but too fly for me\nChino was fly but too, too, too fly for me\nChino, Chino, Chino, Chino was fly but too fly for me","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Many Different Ways\n  artist: Chino XL, Sean Freehill\n  album: Here To Save You All\n  duration_ms: 308000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  I take your mind and I smash it into plasma\n  Breathe like asthma 'til you're just a cadaver\n  How fast this is, your faggot crew's a bunch of actresses\n  My skills go back to flippin' on pissy mattresses\n  Not Subroc, I get you out like Matlock\n  Now your name's in the where are they, now section next to Chubb Rock\n  It's kinda funny, some of you cracker DJ's shun me\n  'Cause I make your favorite rappers come up short like Bud Bundy\n  I'm All in the Family, sick like Archie-motherfuckin'-Edith\n  Your styles are cheesy like an uncircumcised penis\n  Better jet out, buzz it out, you're R&B, I just ignore ya\n  Fuck Heavy D 'cause I got nothin' but hate for ya\n  I'm Chino XL, now who the fuck are you?\n  I'm laughing, smashing you like a bottle of Zima\n  Oh, little son, you got emphysema? Burn!\n  Save that shit for Richard, babe, them days behind me\n  I'm yellow as hell but I rip more black streets than Teddy Riley\n  I'm not environmentally conscious, so fuck an Earth Day\n  On my worst day I can kill more slanted eyes\n  Than a Japanese earthquake in the first place\n  Farrah couldn't force it when I lost it\n  Give me that mic, you monkey motherfucker, you look exhausted\n  What a pity, 'cause you like Bush cuts social security\n  You couldn't make this crowd bounce like they one big silicone titty\n  It ricochets, hear my name in projects hallways\n  Chino will amaze in so many different ways, what?\n\n  Many different ways\n  Many different ways\n  Many different ways\n  Many different ways\n\n  Fuck that, when I bust that, watch this\n  I'm knockin' niggas out like they homosexual boxers\n  Now you feel like a building when the wreckin' ball hits\n  I'm the type of nigga bitches like Brandy wanna be down with\n  Not Howard Stern, but get your temper burnin'\n  Make you vomit blood in slow motion\n  Like Tyra Banks doin' Higher Learning\n  Enema, comma, coma, drama, dilemma, die like Dahmer\n  You can't see me like them Muppet babies' grandmama\n  I'm a barb-wired condom who's fuckin' with that joke, holla\n  My flow rips shit up like Barry White's shirt collar\n  And I smoke bowls with mad thugs, we be in harmony\n  But da-da-da-da-da just doesn't fuckin' appeal to me\n  Disgustin' me like Greg Louganis AIDS, my style is full-blown\n  I'm wild like an Alaskan kid when his alcoholic daddy ain't home\n  Skip the silly facts, it's what you really lack\n  Your city give me daps\n  When Chino is cut, you're bleedin' to death like hemophiliacs\n  Testin' me is heresy, I'm ill as leprosy\n  I could make Farrakhan grow dreads, boat, boat into the Peppa sea\n  Spilling blood, similar to Exxon Valdez\n  Strike like a boa constrictor\n  The pain I inflict will make you scream like Little Richard\n  Battle me, no more props, no more fan or admiration\n  You die, no crime re-enactment dramatization\n  You got your contract, now you dissin' me\n  When you barely own yourself like the Evans family electricity\n  Bow your head and praise, the crowd sways when I hit the stage\n  Chino flips a phrase in so many different ways, uh\n\n  Many different ways\n  Many different ways\n  Many different ways\n  Many different ways\n\n  Projecting my East Coast semen all over ya\n  They be cloning ya, I'm leavin' them starving like they from Cambodia\n  Not snowin' ya, I'm tellin' ya, fuck your cellular, fuck your SkyPage\n  And none of that can save ya when I slash you with my rusty razor\n  And need a dry towel, my eyes gouged right out, I split ya\n  Repulsive like an Arthur Ashe before and after picture\n  My crew stay high like astronauts, this yellow bastard rocks\n  Still representin' Jersey to the fullest, now I'm asked for Agga Rock\n  So now I rips again, leavin' rappers whimperin'\n  Makin' my impression, left for years like the Shroud of Turin\n  Cinematography, showing shots of your autopsy, don't dare\n  I'm turning your whole project to Tiananmen Square\n  Not number five, like Cat Puff's inside of 2Pac's side\n  Top side, not far side, burn your eyes like hydrogen peroxide\n  You better dodge this God that's looking like DeBarge\n  Disgusting like an old white woman's\n  Meniscal discharge, swingin' my fist hard\n  Causing viral spinal meningitis\n  When the slightest vinyl coincide, you is dyin' to my violent twist\n  The Tin Man, if I only had a heart\n  I wouldn't make all y'all niggas sit in\n  The backseat like fuckin' Rosa Parks\n  I represent them niggas that make you unhealthier\n  While you represent fat niggas like Denzel in Philadelphia\n  I ruin more brothers with skills, careers than Don King\n  Yo, yo, B, stop the track here, the\n  Phone is ringing, I hear the phone ring\n\n  Ooh, Chino, you look so good\n  I know you got a dick, like I wanna fuck you so bad\n\n  0-7-0-1-7 Be the zip code, I don't give a fuck\n  Throw an uppercut, what's getting XL all fired up?\n  We're getting your jaw all wired up\n  Be a man like Meshell Ndegeocello or receive your ass beating\n  I'm performing for the most sold-out crowds than a NAACP meeting\n  I'm making MC's look dumber and dumber like Jim Carrey\n  Go dig for David Cole, I'm back in office like Marion Barry\n  My crew parlays while your girl braiding my braids\n  MC's are afraid in so many different ways\n\n  Many different ways\n  Many different ways\n  Many different ways\n  Many different ways\n\n  Chino was fly but too fly for me\n  Chino was fly but too, too, too fly for me\n  Chino, Chino, Chino, Chino was fly but too fly for me\n"},{"id":35946517,"name":"Many Different Ways","trackName":"Many Different Ways","artistName":"Chino XL, Sean Freehill","albumName":"Here To Save You All","duration":305.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I take your mind and I smash it into plasma\nBreathe like asthma 'til you're just a cadaver\nHow fast this is, your faggot crew's a bunch of actresses\nMy skills go back to flippin' on pissy mattresses\nNot Subroc, I get you out like Matlock\nNow your name's in the where are they, now section next to Chubb Rock\nIt's kinda funny, some of you cracker DJ's shun me\n'Cause I make your favorite rappers come up short like Bud Bundy\nI'm All in the Family, sick like Archie-motherfuckin'-Edith\nYour styles are cheesy like an uncircumcised penis\nBetter jet out, buzz it out, you're R&B, I just ignore ya\nFuck Heavy D 'cause I got nothin' but hate for ya\nI'm Chino XL, now who the fuck are you?\nI'm laughing, smashing you like a bottle of Zima\nOh, little son, you got emphysema? Burn!\nSave that shit for Richard, babe, them days behind me\nI'm yellow as hell but I rip more black streets than Teddy Riley\nI'm not environmentally conscious, so fuck an Earth Day\nOn my worst day I can kill more slanted eyes\nThan a Japanese earthquake in the first place\nFarrah couldn't force it when I lost it\nGive me that mic, you monkey motherfucker, you look exhausted\nWhat a pity, 'cause you like Bush cuts social security\nYou couldn't make this crowd bounce like they one big silicone titty\nIt ricochets, hear my name in projects hallways\nChino will amaze in so many different ways, what?\n\nMany different ways\nMany different ways\nMany different ways\nMany different ways\n\nFuck that, when I bust that, watch this\nI'm knockin' niggas out like they homosexual boxers\nNow you feel like a building when the wreckin' ball hits\nI'm the type of nigga bitches like Brandy wanna be down with\nNot Howard Stern, but get your temper burnin'\nMake you vomit blood in slow motion\nLike Tyra Banks doin' Higher Learning\nEnema, comma, coma, drama, dilemma, die like Dahmer\nYou can't see me like them Muppet babies' grandmama\nI'm a barb-wired condom who's fuckin' with that joke, holla\nMy flow rips shit up like Barry White's shirt collar\nAnd I smoke bowls with mad thugs, we be in harmony\nBut da-da-da-da-da just doesn't fuckin' appeal to me\nDisgustin' me like Greg Louganis AIDS, my style is full-blown\nI'm wild like an Alaskan kid when his alcoholic daddy ain't home\nSkip the silly facts, it's what you really lack\nYour city give me daps\nWhen Chino is cut, you're bleedin' to death like hemophiliacs\nTestin' me is heresy, I'm ill as leprosy\nI could make Farrakhan grow dreads, boat, boat into the Peppa sea\nSpilling blood, similar to Exxon Valdez\nStrike like a boa constrictor\nThe pain I inflict will make you scream like Little Richard\nBattle me, no more props, no more fan or admiration\nYou die, no crime re-enactment dramatization\nYou got your contract, now you dissin' me\nWhen you barely own yourself like the Evans family electricity\nBow your head and praise, the crowd sways when I hit the stage\nChino flips a phrase in so many different ways, uh\n\nMany different ways\nMany different ways\nMany different ways\nMany different ways\n\nProjecting my East Coast semen all over ya\nThey be cloning ya, I'm leavin' them starving like they from Cambodia\nNot snowin' ya, I'm tellin' ya, fuck your cellular, fuck your SkyPage\nAnd none of that can save ya when I slash you with my rusty razor\nAnd need a dry towel, my eyes gouged right out, I split ya\nRepulsive like an Arthur Ashe before and after picture\nMy crew stay high like astronauts, this yellow bastard rocks\nStill representin' Jersey to the fullest, now I'm asked for Agga Rock\nSo now I rips again, leavin' rappers whimperin'\nMakin' my impression, left for years like the Shroud of Turin\nCinematography, showing shots of your autopsy, don't dare\nI'm turning your whole project to Tiananmen Square\nNot number five, like Cat Puff's inside of 2Pac's side\nTop side, not far side, burn your eyes like hydrogen peroxide\nYou better dodge this God that's looking like DeBarge\nDisgusting like an old white woman's\nMeniscal discharge, swingin' my fist hard\nCausing viral spinal meningitis\nWhen the slightest vinyl coincide, you is dyin' to my violent twist\nThe Tin Man, if I only had a heart\nI wouldn't make all y'all niggas sit in\nThe backseat like fuckin' Rosa Parks\nI represent them niggas that make you unhealthier\nWhile you represent fat niggas like Denzel in Philadelphia\nI ruin more brothers with skills, careers than Don King\nYo, yo, B, stop the track here, the\nPhone is ringing, I hear the phone ring\n\nOoh, Chino, you look so good\nI know you got a dick, like I wanna fuck you so bad\n\n0-7-0-1-7 Be the zip code, I don't give a fuck\nThrow an uppercut, what's getting XL all fired up?\nWe're getting your jaw all wired up\nBe a man like Meshell Ndegeocello or receive your ass beating\nI'm performing for the most sold-out crowds than a NAACP meeting\nI'm making MC's look dumber and dumber like Jim Carrey\nGo dig for David Cole, I'm back in office like Marion Barry\nMy crew parlays while your girl braiding my braids\nMC's are afraid in so many different ways\n\nMany different ways\nMany different ways\nMany different ways\nMany different ways\n\nChino was fly but too fly for me\nChino was fly but too, too, too fly for me\nChino, Chino, Chino, Chino was fly but too fly for me","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Many Different Ways\n  artist: Chino XL, Sean Freehill\n  album: Here To Save You All\n  duration_ms: 305000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  I take your mind and I smash it into plasma\n  Breathe like asthma 'til you're just a cadaver\n  How fast this is, your faggot crew's a bunch of actresses\n  My skills go back to flippin' on pissy mattresses\n  Not Subroc, I get you out like Matlock\n  Now your name's in the where are they, now section next to Chubb Rock\n  It's kinda funny, some of you cracker DJ's shun me\n  'Cause I make your favorite rappers come up short like Bud Bundy\n  I'm All in the Family, sick like Archie-motherfuckin'-Edith\n  Your styles are cheesy like an uncircumcised penis\n  Better jet out, buzz it out, you're R&B, I just ignore ya\n  Fuck Heavy D 'cause I got nothin' but hate for ya\n  I'm Chino XL, now who the fuck are you?\n  I'm laughing, smashing you like a bottle of Zima\n  Oh, little son, you got emphysema? Burn!\n  Save that shit for Richard, babe, them days behind me\n  I'm yellow as hell but I rip more black streets than Teddy Riley\n  I'm not environmentally conscious, so fuck an Earth Day\n  On my worst day I can kill more slanted eyes\n  Than a Japanese earthquake in the first place\n  Farrah couldn't force it when I lost it\n  Give me that mic, you monkey motherfucker, you look exhausted\n  What a pity, 'cause you like Bush cuts social security\n  You couldn't make this crowd bounce like they one big silicone titty\n  It ricochets, hear my name in projects hallways\n  Chino will amaze in so many different ways, what?\n\n  Many different ways\n  Many different ways\n  Many different ways\n  Many different ways\n\n  Fuck that, when I bust that, watch this\n  I'm knockin' niggas out like they homosexual boxers\n  Now you feel like a building when the wreckin' ball hits\n  I'm the type of nigga bitches like Brandy wanna be down with\n  Not Howard Stern, but get your temper burnin'\n  Make you vomit blood in slow motion\n  Like Tyra Banks doin' Higher Learning\n  Enema, comma, coma, drama, dilemma, die like Dahmer\n  You can't see me like them Muppet babies' grandmama\n  I'm a barb-wired condom who's fuckin' with that joke, holla\n  My flow rips shit up like Barry White's shirt collar\n  And I smoke bowls with mad thugs, we be in harmony\n  But da-da-da-da-da just doesn't fuckin' appeal to me\n  Disgustin' me like Greg Louganis AIDS, my style is full-blown\n  I'm wild like an Alaskan kid when his alcoholic daddy ain't home\n  Skip the silly facts, it's what you really lack\n  Your city give me daps\n  When Chino is cut, you're bleedin' to death like hemophiliacs\n  Testin' me is heresy, I'm ill as leprosy\n  I could make Farrakhan grow dreads, boat, boat into the Peppa sea\n  Spilling blood, similar to Exxon Valdez\n  Strike like a boa constrictor\n  The pain I inflict will make you scream like Little Richard\n  Battle me, no more props, no more fan or admiration\n  You die, no crime re-enactment dramatization\n  You got your contract, now you dissin' me\n  When you barely own yourself like the Evans family electricity\n  Bow your head and praise, the crowd sways when I hit the stage\n  Chino flips a phrase in so many different ways, uh\n\n  Many different ways\n  Many different ways\n  Many different ways\n  Many different ways\n\n  Projecting my East Coast semen all over ya\n  They be cloning ya, I'm leavin' them starving like they from Cambodia\n  Not snowin' ya, I'm tellin' ya, fuck your cellular, fuck your SkyPage\n  And none of that can save ya when I slash you with my rusty razor\n  And need a dry towel, my eyes gouged right out, I split ya\n  Repulsive like an Arthur Ashe before and after picture\n  My crew stay high like astronauts, this yellow bastard rocks\n  Still representin' Jersey to the fullest, now I'm asked for Agga Rock\n  So now I rips again, leavin' rappers whimperin'\n  Makin' my impression, left for years like the Shroud of Turin\n  Cinematography, showing shots of your autopsy, don't dare\n  I'm turning your whole project to Tiananmen Square\n  Not number five, like Cat Puff's inside of 2Pac's side\n  Top side, not far side, burn your eyes like hydrogen peroxide\n  You better dodge this God that's looking like DeBarge\n  Disgusting like an old white woman's\n  Meniscal discharge, swingin' my fist hard\n  Causing viral spinal meningitis\n  When the slightest vinyl coincide, you is dyin' to my violent twist\n  The Tin Man, if I only had a heart\n  I wouldn't make all y'all niggas sit in\n  The backseat like fuckin' Rosa Parks\n  I represent them niggas that make you unhealthier\n  While you represent fat niggas like Denzel in Philadelphia\n  I ruin more brothers with skills, careers than Don King\n  Yo, yo, B, stop the track here, the\n  Phone is ringing, I hear the phone ring\n\n  Ooh, Chino, you look so good\n  I know you got a dick, like I wanna fuck you so bad\n\n  0-7-0-1-7 Be the zip code, I don't give a fuck\n  Throw an uppercut, what's getting XL all fired up?\n  We're getting your jaw all wired up\n  Be a man like Meshell Ndegeocello or receive your ass beating\n  I'm performing for the most sold-out crowds than a NAACP meeting\n  I'm making MC's look dumber and dumber like Jim Carrey\n  Go dig for David Cole, I'm back in office like Marion Barry\n  My crew parlays while your girl braiding my braids\n  MC's are afraid in so many different ways\n\n  Many different ways\n  Many different ways\n  Many different ways\n  Many different ways\n\n  Chino was fly but too fly for me\n  Chino was fly but too, too, too fly for me\n  Chino, Chino, Chino, Chino was fly but too fly for me\n"}]