[{"id":30065119,"name":"Riiiot!","trackName":"Riiiot!","artistName":"Chino XL","albumName":"Here To Save You All","duration":284.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Verse one: chino xl, ras kass\n\nYou prayed for me and I came! how far you niggaz wanna push me?\nI'm leaving the crowds happy like oj simpson when he got his first white pussy\nBut I'm still annoyed, blowin through your selenoid\nBringing more blues to brothers than jon belushi and dan akroyd\nGovernmently engineered like e bola for this rap garage sale\nBy this industry, I'm trying not to get fucked like 2pac in jail\nYou can hate me, but await me like I'm magic johnson's\nDeath in a box with jordan's pops that ass'll never take another breath\nCuz, I write the songs like barry manilow\nI like my sugar brown like hugh grant fucked d'angelo\n\nNow I got niggaz claimin they saw God unfortunately\nHe wasn't in the person of master farad muhammad\nSome often ask how can this nigga molest the english alphabet\nIn one hundred words or less it ain't the chronic\nIt's all in the mind like johnny mmemonic\nBefore my word is born, surgeons administer antibiotics\nTo drain the phonics, amniotic fluids\nDelivery, to get nia deep in your peeples like howard hewett\nHalf-hitler, half-jewish, I'm gassed off myself\n\nIcono-clismic, twisted without the use of fiber optics\nNoxious I blows out the sockets I got your adam's apples in my pockets\nBullshit like timmy mcvey, like kiddie porn I'm getting popular\n\nPopular, no ocular, mc's perp particular\nBut not quite yet perpendicular\nCompound fractures fibulas when niggaz step, contest the upper torso\nI got chino's back like a dorsal, fin\nComprehend, we bend men from within\n\nChorus: chino, ras\n\nYour strength in numbers couldn't hit\nThe yellow nigga from the gravity click\nYou don't give a fuck as long as bud gets lit\n\nYou're fuckin with the hemisidal lunatics\nLike licorice, niggaz begin to twist\n\nLay back and watch your idols get ripped\nYo signify if your crew roll thick\n(yeah) east coast (west coast) beeeotch!\n\nVerse two: ras kass, chino xl\n\nI circumnavigate the globe with a one-liner like, latitude\nPut my rhymes in mixed fortune cookies to leave confucious confused\nThe day a nigga serve ras is when faggots start straight bashing\n\nWithout jermaine dupri I'm sosodef that I need closed captions\nWon't see me stressed from no east/west conflict\nThe interest chino x/ras kass like layne tito removed you from your bench\nMy retina expands, my brain is trapped like a rat on a running wheel\nPraise the yellow God or i'ma leave you scarred like that nigga seal\nVernacular understandable, you in a hearse, megahertz, the truth hurts\nSlang botanical, you're moving on time-lapse camera\nIndestractable, dig me like an excavation multiracial valuable\nTake you out like saafir took out casual\n\nSo check the milk that jersey made\nI turn artistic children bilingual\nOn parallel bars I create new dismounts like chechincko\n\nSo keep it short and sweet like sherman hemsley bonafide queer\nWhile I shoot shit up you're shooting gerbils up your asshole like richard gere\n\nVerse three: ras kass, chino xl\n\nBitch ass niggaz what see?\nI gives a fuck who's certified platinum or gold\nCause I got rhymes for every unit you sold\nYour plaques corrode when I collage colloquials\nAt first the buzz was local but now the nose grows like pinnochio\nNo lie, no t-h-c, t-h-e, t-h-o-u-g-h-t\nMakes me high in intelligence quotient\nI drop facts like attache\nExfoliate rap and come cleaner than jeru's enema\nWhat's the secret within my esophagus\nIs discovered like tutenkahmen's sarcophogous\nI got niggaz lookin for webster's like george papadopolous\n\nYo ras pardon me my unfamiliar soliloquies, similies\nSimilar to reginald denny's, facial injuries\nYou couldn't locate my transient thoughts with lo-jack\nMolest your mind like oprah winfrey's behind when she was a small child\nPunchlines with more elasticity than biggie's stretch marks\nChino x sparks, mad urban\nI ain't scared to put the things that going around me\nOn tape like mark fuhrman\nSexing picture perfect hoes like pocahontas often\nAnd I'd rather hear willie nelson than fucking montell jordan!\n\nChorus\n\nOutro: chino\n\nUhh, yeah\nUhh, signify, uhh\nUhh, check it out, uhh\nWest coast, uhh, east coast, what?\nWest coast, east coast\nWest, uhh, east, ahh\nUhh, that nigga ras, that nigga chino\nThe nigga bird, yo that shit is large","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Riiiot!\n  artist: Chino XL\n  album: Here To Save You All\n  duration_ms: 284000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Verse one: chino xl, ras kass\n\n  You prayed for me and I came! how far you niggaz wanna push me?\n  I'm leaving the crowds happy like oj simpson when he got his first white pussy\n  But I'm still annoyed, blowin through your selenoid\n  Bringing more blues to brothers than jon belushi and dan akroyd\n  Governmently engineered like e bola for this rap garage sale\n  By this industry, I'm trying not to get fucked like 2pac in jail\n  You can hate me, but await me like I'm magic johnson's\n  Death in a box with jordan's pops that ass'll never take another breath\n  Cuz, I write the songs like barry manilow\n  I like my sugar brown like hugh grant fucked d'angelo\n\n  Now I got niggaz claimin they saw God unfortunately\n  He wasn't in the person of master farad muhammad\n  Some often ask how can this nigga molest the english alphabet\n  In one hundred words or less it ain't the chronic\n  It's all in the mind like johnny mmemonic\n  Before my word is born, surgeons administer antibiotics\n  To drain the phonics, amniotic fluids\n  Delivery, to get nia deep in your peeples like howard hewett\n  Half-hitler, half-jewish, I'm gassed off myself\n\n  Icono-clismic, twisted without the use of fiber optics\n  Noxious I blows out the sockets I got your adam's apples in my pockets\n  Bullshit like timmy mcvey, like kiddie porn I'm getting popular\n\n  Popular, no ocular, mc's perp particular\n  But not quite yet perpendicular\n  Compound fractures fibulas when niggaz step, contest the upper torso\n  I got chino's back like a dorsal, fin\n  Comprehend, we bend men from within\n\n  Chorus: chino, ras\n\n  Your strength in numbers couldn't hit\n  The yellow nigga from the gravity click\n  You don't give a fuck as long as bud gets lit\n\n  You're fuckin with the hemisidal lunatics\n  Like licorice, niggaz begin to twist\n\n  Lay back and watch your idols get ripped\n  Yo signify if your crew roll thick\n  (yeah) east coast (west coast) beeeotch!\n\n  Verse two: ras kass, chino xl\n\n  I circumnavigate the globe with a one-liner like, latitude\n  Put my rhymes in mixed fortune cookies to leave confucious confused\n  The day a nigga serve ras is when faggots start straight bashing\n\n  Without jermaine dupri I'm sosodef that I need closed captions\n  Won't see me stressed from no east/west conflict\n  The interest chino x/ras kass like layne tito removed you from your bench\n  My retina expands, my brain is trapped like a rat on a running wheel\n  Praise the yellow God or i'ma leave you scarred like that nigga seal\n  Vernacular understandable, you in a hearse, megahertz, the truth hurts\n  Slang botanical, you're moving on time-lapse camera\n  Indestractable, dig me like an excavation multiracial valuable\n  Take you out like saafir took out casual\n\n  So check the milk that jersey made\n  I turn artistic children bilingual\n  On parallel bars I create new dismounts like chechincko\n\n  So keep it short and sweet like sherman hemsley bonafide queer\n  While I shoot shit up you're shooting gerbils up your asshole like richard gere\n\n  Verse three: ras kass, chino xl\n\n  Bitch ass niggaz what see?\n  I gives a fuck who's certified platinum or gold\n  Cause I got rhymes for every unit you sold\n  Your plaques corrode when I collage colloquials\n  At first the buzz was local but now the nose grows like pinnochio\n  No lie, no t-h-c, t-h-e, t-h-o-u-g-h-t\n  Makes me high in intelligence quotient\n  I drop facts like attache\n  Exfoliate rap and come cleaner than jeru's enema\n  What's the secret within my esophagus\n  Is discovered like tutenkahmen's sarcophogous\n  I got niggaz lookin for webster's like george papadopolous\n\n  Yo ras pardon me my unfamiliar soliloquies, similies\n  Similar to reginald denny's, facial injuries\n  You couldn't locate my transient thoughts with lo-jack\n  Molest your mind like oprah winfrey's behind when she was a small child\n  Punchlines with more elasticity than biggie's stretch marks\n  Chino x sparks, mad urban\n  I ain't scared to put the things that going around me\n  On tape like mark fuhrman\n  Sexing picture perfect hoes like pocahontas often\n  And I'd rather hear willie nelson than fucking montell jordan!\n\n  Chorus\n\n  Outro: chino\n\n  Uhh, yeah\n  Uhh, signify, uhh\n  Uhh, check it out, uhh\n  West coast, uhh, east coast, what?\n  West coast, east coast\n  West, uhh, east, ahh\n  Uhh, that nigga ras, that nigga chino\n  The nigga bird, yo that shit is large\n"},{"id":11198500,"name":"Riiiot","trackName":"Riiiot","artistName":"Chino XL","albumName":"Here To Save You All","duration":282.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Verse one: chino xl, ras kass\n\nYou prayed for me and I came! how far you niggaz wanna push me?\nI'm leaving the crowds happy like oj simpson when he got his first white pussy\nBut I'm still annoyed, blowin through your selenoid\nBringing more blues to brothers than jon belushi and dan akroyd\nGovernmently engineered like e bola for this rap garage sale\nBy this industry, I'm trying not to get fucked like 2pac in jail\nYou can hate me, but await me like I'm magic johnson's\nDeath in a box with jordan's pops that ass'll never take another breath\nCuz, I write the songs like barry manilow\nI like my sugar brown like hugh grant fucked d'angelo\n\nNow I got niggaz claimin they saw God unfortunately\nHe wasn't in the person of master farad muhammad\nSome often ask how can this nigga molest the english alphabet\nIn one hundred words or less it ain't the chronic\nIt's all in the mind like johnny mmemonic\nBefore my word is born, surgeons administer antibiotics\nTo drain the phonics, amniotic fluids\nDelivery, to get nia deep in your peeples like howard hewett\nHalf-hitler, half-jewish, I'm gassed off myself\n\nIcono-clismic, twisted without the use of fiber optics\nNoxious I blows out the sockets I got your adam's apples in my pockets\nBullshit like timmy mcvey, like kiddie porn I'm getting popular\n\nPopular, no ocular, mc's perp particular\nBut not quite yet perpendicular\nCompound fractures fibulas when niggaz step, contest the upper torso\nI got chino's back like a dorsal, fin\nComprehend, we bend men from within\n\nChorus: chino, ras\n\nYour strength in numbers couldn't hit\nThe yellow nigga from the gravity click\nYou don't give a fuck as long as bud gets lit\n\nYou're fuckin with the hemisidal lunatics\nLike licorice, niggaz begin to twist\n\nLay back and watch your idols get ripped\nYo signify if your crew roll thick\n(yeah) east coast (west coast) beeeotch!\n\nVerse two: ras kass, chino xl\n\nI circumnavigate the globe with a one-liner like, latitude\nPut my rhymes in mixed fortune cookies to leave confucious confused\nThe day a nigga serve ras is when faggots start straight bashing\n\nWithout jermaine dupri I'm sosodef that I need closed captions\nWon't see me stressed from no east/west conflict\nThe interest chino x/ras kass like layne tito removed you from your bench\nMy retina expands, my brain is trapped like a rat on a running wheel\nPraise the yellow God or i'ma leave you scarred like that nigga seal\nVernacular understandable, you in a hearse, megahertz, the truth hurts\nSlang botanical, you're moving on time-lapse camera\nIndestractable, dig me like an excavation multiracial valuable\nTake you out like saafir took out casual\n\nSo check the milk that jersey made\nI turn artistic children bilingual\nOn parallel bars I create new dismounts like chechincko\n\nSo keep it short and sweet like sherman hemsley bonafide queer\nWhile I shoot shit up you're shooting gerbils up your asshole like richard gere\n\nVerse three: ras kass, chino xl\n\nBitch ass niggaz what see?\nI gives a fuck who's certified platinum or gold\nCause I got rhymes for every unit you sold\nYour plaques corrode when I collage colloquials\nAt first the buzz was local but now the nose grows like pinnochio\nNo lie, no t-h-c, t-h-e, t-h-o-u-g-h-t\nMakes me high in intelligence quotient\nI drop facts like attache\nExfoliate rap and come cleaner than jeru's enema\nWhat's the secret within my esophagus\nIs discovered like tutenkahmen's sarcophogous\nI got niggaz lookin for webster's like george papadopolous\n\nYo ras pardon me my unfamiliar soliloquies, similies\nSimilar to reginald denny's, facial injuries\nYou couldn't locate my transient thoughts with lo-jack\nMolest your mind like oprah winfrey's behind when she was a small child\nPunchlines with more elasticity than biggie's stretch marks\nChino x sparks, mad urban\nI ain't scared to put the things that going around me\nOn tape like mark fuhrman\nSexing picture perfect hoes like pocahontas often\nAnd I'd rather hear willie nelson than fucking montell jordan!\n\nChorus\n\nOutro: chino\n\nUhh, yeah\nUhh, signify, uhh\nUhh, check it out, uhh\nWest coast, uhh, east coast, what?\nWest coast, east coast\nWest, uhh, east, ahh\nUhh, that nigga ras, that nigga chino\nThe nigga bird, yo that shit is large","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Riiiot\n  artist: Chino XL\n  album: Here To Save You All\n  duration_ms: 282000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Verse one: chino xl, ras kass\n\n  You prayed for me and I came! how far you niggaz wanna push me?\n  I'm leaving the crowds happy like oj simpson when he got his first white pussy\n  But I'm still annoyed, blowin through your selenoid\n  Bringing more blues to brothers than jon belushi and dan akroyd\n  Governmently engineered like e bola for this rap garage sale\n  By this industry, I'm trying not to get fucked like 2pac in jail\n  You can hate me, but await me like I'm magic johnson's\n  Death in a box with jordan's pops that ass'll never take another breath\n  Cuz, I write the songs like barry manilow\n  I like my sugar brown like hugh grant fucked d'angelo\n\n  Now I got niggaz claimin they saw God unfortunately\n  He wasn't in the person of master farad muhammad\n  Some often ask how can this nigga molest the english alphabet\n  In one hundred words or less it ain't the chronic\n  It's all in the mind like johnny mmemonic\n  Before my word is born, surgeons administer antibiotics\n  To drain the phonics, amniotic fluids\n  Delivery, to get nia deep in your peeples like howard hewett\n  Half-hitler, half-jewish, I'm gassed off myself\n\n  Icono-clismic, twisted without the use of fiber optics\n  Noxious I blows out the sockets I got your adam's apples in my pockets\n  Bullshit like timmy mcvey, like kiddie porn I'm getting popular\n\n  Popular, no ocular, mc's perp particular\n  But not quite yet perpendicular\n  Compound fractures fibulas when niggaz step, contest the upper torso\n  I got chino's back like a dorsal, fin\n  Comprehend, we bend men from within\n\n  Chorus: chino, ras\n\n  Your strength in numbers couldn't hit\n  The yellow nigga from the gravity click\n  You don't give a fuck as long as bud gets lit\n\n  You're fuckin with the hemisidal lunatics\n  Like licorice, niggaz begin to twist\n\n  Lay back and watch your idols get ripped\n  Yo signify if your crew roll thick\n  (yeah) east coast (west coast) beeeotch!\n\n  Verse two: ras kass, chino xl\n\n  I circumnavigate the globe with a one-liner like, latitude\n  Put my rhymes in mixed fortune cookies to leave confucious confused\n  The day a nigga serve ras is when faggots start straight bashing\n\n  Without jermaine dupri I'm sosodef that I need closed captions\n  Won't see me stressed from no east/west conflict\n  The interest chino x/ras kass like layne tito removed you from your bench\n  My retina expands, my brain is trapped like a rat on a running wheel\n  Praise the yellow God or i'ma leave you scarred like that nigga seal\n  Vernacular understandable, you in a hearse, megahertz, the truth hurts\n  Slang botanical, you're moving on time-lapse camera\n  Indestractable, dig me like an excavation multiracial valuable\n  Take you out like saafir took out casual\n\n  So check the milk that jersey made\n  I turn artistic children bilingual\n  On parallel bars I create new dismounts like chechincko\n\n  So keep it short and sweet like sherman hemsley bonafide queer\n  While I shoot shit up you're shooting gerbils up your asshole like richard gere\n\n  Verse three: ras kass, chino xl\n\n  Bitch ass niggaz what see?\n  I gives a fuck who's certified platinum or gold\n  Cause I got rhymes for every unit you sold\n  Your plaques corrode when I collage colloquials\n  At first the buzz was local but now the nose grows like pinnochio\n  No lie, no t-h-c, t-h-e, t-h-o-u-g-h-t\n  Makes me high in intelligence quotient\n  I drop facts like attache\n  Exfoliate rap and come cleaner than jeru's enema\n  What's the secret within my esophagus\n  Is discovered like tutenkahmen's sarcophogous\n  I got niggaz lookin for webster's like george papadopolous\n\n  Yo ras pardon me my unfamiliar soliloquies, similies\n  Similar to reginald denny's, facial injuries\n  You couldn't locate my transient thoughts with lo-jack\n  Molest your mind like oprah winfrey's behind when she was a small child\n  Punchlines with more elasticity than biggie's stretch marks\n  Chino x sparks, mad urban\n  I ain't scared to put the things that going around me\n  On tape like mark fuhrman\n  Sexing picture perfect hoes like pocahontas often\n  And I'd rather hear willie nelson than fucking montell jordan!\n\n  Chorus\n\n  Outro: chino\n\n  Uhh, yeah\n  Uhh, signify, uhh\n  Uhh, check it out, uhh\n  West coast, uhh, east coast, what?\n  West coast, east coast\n  West, uhh, east, ahh\n  Uhh, that nigga ras, that nigga chino\n  The nigga bird, yo that shit is large\n"},{"id":33491524,"name":"Riiiot! feat. Ras Kass","trackName":"Riiiot! feat. Ras Kass","artistName":"Chino XL","albumName":"Here To Save You All","duration":284.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"You prayed for me and I came\nHow far you niggas wanna push me?\n\nI'm leaving the crowds happy like O.J. Simpson\nWhen he got his first white pussy\nBut I'm still annoyed, blow through your solenoid\nBringin' more blues to brothers than John Belushi and Dan Aykroyd\nGovernmentally engineered like Ebola for this rap garage sale\nBy this industry, I'm trying not to get fucked like Tupac in jail\n\nYou could hate me, but await me like I'm Magic Johnson's death\nIn a box with Jordan's pops, that ass'll never take another breath\n'Cause I write the songs like Barry Manilow\nI like my sugar brown like Hugh Grant, fuck D'Angelo\n\nNever got niggas claiming they saw God\nUnfortunately, he wasn't in the Persian of Master Fard Muhammad\nSome often ask, \"How can this nigga molest the English alphabet\nIn one hundred words or less?\" It ain't The Chronic\nIt's all in the mind like Johnny Namath\nBefore my world is born, surgeons administer antibiotics\nThen drain the phonics amniotic fluids\nDelivery, to get knee or deep in your peoples like Howard Hewett\nHalf Hitler, half Jewish, I'm gassed off my self, nigga\n\nIconoclasm, I twist it without the use of fiber optics\nKnocks his eyeballs out the sockets\nI got your Adam's apples in my pockets\nFlow shit like Timmy McVeigh, like Eddie porn, I'm getting popular\n\nPopular, no ocular MCs perp-particular\nBut not quite yet perpendicular\nCap half-fractured fibulas when niggas step\nContest the upper torso\nI got Chino's back like a dorsal fin\nComprehend, we been meant for a thing\n\nLet's strengthen numbers, take a hit (Ride)\nThe yellow nigga from the Gravity Click (Ride)\nYou don't give a fuck as long as bud gets lit (Ride)\nYou're fucking with the homicidal lunatics (Ride)\nLike licorice, niggas begin to twist (Ride)\nLay back and watch your idols get ripped (Ride)\nNo signify if your brew hold thick (Ride)\nYeah, East Coast, West Coast, we out (Ride)\n\nI circumnavigate the globe with a one-liner like latitude\nPut my rhymes in misfortune cookies to leave Confucius confused\nThe day a nigga serve Rass is when faggots start straight bashing\n\nWithout Jermaine Dupri, I'm so self-deaf that I need closed captions\nWon't see me stressed from no East-West conflict of interest\nChino X rap Cass like lancets'll remove you from your bench\nMy retina expands, my brain is trapped like a rat on a running wheel\nPraise the yellow God or I leave you scarred like that nigga Seal\nVernacular understandable, you in a hearse, megahertz\nThe truth hurts, slang botanical\nYou moving on time-lapse camera, indistractable\nDig me like an excavation, multiracial, valuable\nTake you out like Safire took out Casual\n\nSo I check the milk that Jersey made\nI turn autistic children bilingual\nOn parallel bars, I create new dis maps like Chechen\n\nSo keep it short and sweet like Sherman Hemsley bonafide queer\nWhile I shoot shit up, you shooting\nGerbils up your asshole like Richard Gere\n\nYeah, bitch-ass niggas, what? See\nI gives a fuck who certified platinum or gold\n'Cause I got rhymes for every unit you sold\nYour plaques corrode when I collage colloquials\nAt first the buzz was local but now the nose grows like Pinocchio\n\nNo lie, no THC, THD, THOU, GHT\nMakes me higher in intelligence quotient\nI drop facts like Hitachi\nExfoliate rap and come cleaner than Jay Ru's enema\nWhat the secret within my esophagus is discovered\nLike two Thomas the Cop again\nI got niggas looking for Webster's like George Papadopoulos\n\nYo Rass, pardon me, my unfamiliar soliloquies\nSimiles similar to Reginald Denny's facial injuries\nYou couldn't locate my transient thoughts with LoJack\nMolest your mind like Oprah Winfrey's\nBehind when she was a small child\n\nPunchlines with more elasticity than Biggie's stretch marks\nChino X sparks mad urban art\nI ain't scared to put the things that\nGoing around me on tape like Mark Fuhrman\nSex and picture perfect hoes like Pocahontas often\nAnd I'd rather hear Willie Nelson than fucking Montell Jordan\n\nLet's take a hit (Ride)\nThe yellow nigga from the Gravity Click (Ride)\nYou don't give a fuck as long as bud gets lit (Ride)\nYou're fucking with these homicidal lunatics (Ride)\nLike licorice, niggas begin to twist (Ride)\nLay back and watch your idols get ripped (Ride)\nSignify if your brew hold thick (Ride)\nYeah, West Coast, East Coast, we out (Ride)\n\nYeah, ride\nSignify, uh, uh\nCheck it out, uh\nWest Coast, what?\nEast Coast, what?\nWest Coast\nEast Coast\nWest, uh\nWest, uh\nUh, uh\n\nNigga, Rass\nNigga, Chino\nNigga, Burton\nFucking ask me, yo","syncedLyrics":"[00:28.54] You prayed for me and I came\n[00:29.94] How far you niggas wanna push me?\n[00:31.71] I'm leaving the crowds happy like O.J. 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138780\n- text: Chino X rap Cass like lancets'll remove you from your bench\n  start_ms: 138780\n  end_ms: 141330\n- text: My retina expands, my brain is trapped like a rat on a running wheel\n  start_ms: 141330\n  end_ms: 144300\n- text: Praise the yellow God or I leave you scarred like that nigga Seal\n  start_ms: 144300\n  end_ms: 146820\n- text: Vernacular understandable, you in a hearse, megahertz\n  start_ms: 146820\n  end_ms: 149030\n- text: The truth hurts, slang botanical\n  start_ms: 149030\n  end_ms: 150580\n- text: You moving on time-lapse camera, indistractable\n  start_ms: 150580\n  end_ms: 153180\n- text: Dig me like an excavation, multiracial, valuable\n  start_ms: 153180\n  end_ms: 155850\n- text: Take you out like Safire took out Casual\n  start_ms: 155850\n  end_ms: 157690\n- text: So I check the milk that Jersey made\n  start_ms: 157690\n  end_ms: 159030\n- text: I turn autistic children bilingual\n  start_ms: 159030\n  end_ms: 160970\n- text: On parallel bars, I create new dis maps like Chechen\n  start_ms: 160970\n  end_ms: 163170\n- text: So keep it short and sweet like Sherman Hemsley bonafide queer\n  start_ms: 163170\n  end_ms: 165850\n- text: While I shoot shit up, you shooting\n  start_ms: 165850\n  end_ms: 167030\n- text: Gerbils up your asshole like Richard Gere\n  start_ms: 167030\n  end_ms: 168650\n- text: Yeah, bitch-ass niggas, what? See\n  start_ms: 168650\n  end_ms: 170140\n- text: I gives a fuck who certified platinum or gold\n  start_ms: 170140\n  end_ms: 172000\n- text: '''Cause I got rhymes for every unit you sold'\n  start_ms: 172000\n  end_ms: 173860\n- text: Your plaques corrode when I collage colloquials\n  start_ms: 173860\n  end_ms: 176170\n- text: At first the buzz was local but now the nose grows like Pinocchio\n  start_ms: 176170\n  end_ms: 179510\n- text: No lie, no THC, THD, THOU, GHT\n  start_ms: 179510\n  end_ms: 182780\n- text: Makes me higher in intelligence quotient\n  start_ms: 182780\n  end_ms: 184550\n- text: I drop facts like Hitachi\n  start_ms: 184550\n  end_ms: 186110\n- text: Exfoliate rap and come cleaner than Jay Ru's enema\n  start_ms: 186110\n  end_ms: 188930\n- text: What the secret within my esophagus is discovered\n  start_ms: 188930\n  end_ms: 191310\n- text: Like two Thomas the Cop again\n  start_ms: 191310\n  end_ms: 193070\n- text: I got niggas looking for Webster's like George Papadopoulos\n  start_ms: 193070\n  end_ms: 195590\n- text: Yo Rass, pardon me, my unfamiliar soliloquies\n  start_ms: 195590\n  end_ms: 198090\n- text: Similes similar to Reginald Denny's facial injuries\n  start_ms: 198090\n  end_ms: 200590\n- text: You couldn't locate my transient thoughts with LoJack\n  start_ms: 200590\n  end_ms: 202720\n- text: Molest your mind like Oprah Winfrey's\n  start_ms: 202720\n  end_ms: 204030\n- text: Behind when she was a small child\n  start_ms: 204030\n  end_ms: 205480\n- text: Punchlines with more elasticity than Biggie's stretch marks\n  start_ms: 205480\n  end_ms: 208050\n- text: Chino X sparks mad urban art\n  start_ms: 208050\n  end_ms: 209340\n- text: I ain't scared to put the things that\n  start_ms: 209340\n  end_ms: 210600\n- text: Going around me on tape like Mark Fuhrman\n  start_ms: 210600\n  end_ms: 212390\n- text: Sex and picture perfect hoes like Pocahontas often\n  start_ms: 212390\n  end_ms: 214720\n- text: And I'd rather hear Willie Nelson than fucking Montell Jordan\n  start_ms: 214720\n  end_ms: 219980\n- text: Let's take a hit (Ride)\n  start_ms: 219980\n  end_ms: 221350\n- text: The yellow nigga from the Gravity Click (Ride)\n  start_ms: 221350\n  end_ms: 223920\n- text: You don't give a fuck as long as bud gets lit (Ride)\n  start_ms: 223920\n  end_ms: 226710\n- text: You're fucking with these homicidal lunatics (Ride)\n  start_ms: 226710\n  end_ms: 229620\n- text: Like licorice, niggas begin to twist (Ride)\n  start_ms: 229620\n  end_ms: 232490\n- text: Lay back and watch your idols get ripped (Ride)\n  start_ms: 232490\n  end_ms: 235170\n- text: Signify if your brew hold thick (Ride)\n  start_ms: 235170\n  end_ms: 237850\n- text: Yeah, West Coast, East Coast, we out (Ride)\n  start_ms: 237850\n  end_ms: 243340\n- text: Yeah, ride\n  start_ms: 243340\n  end_ms: 246010\n- text: Signify, uh, uh\n  start_ms: 246010\n  end_ms: 250150\n- text: Check it out, uh\n  start_ms: 250150\n  end_ms: 254200\n- text: West Coast, what?\n  start_ms: 254200\n  end_ms: 256680\n- text: East Coast, what?\n  start_ms: 256680\n  end_ms: 259760\n- text: West Coast\n  start_ms: 259760\n  end_ms: 262380\n- text: East Coast\n  start_ms: 262380\n  end_ms: 263340\n- text: West, uh\n  start_ms: 263340\n  end_ms: 265080\n- text: West, uh\n  start_ms: 265080\n  end_ms: 267420\n- text: Uh, uh\n  start_ms: 267420\n  end_ms: 273950\n- text: Nigga, Rass\n  start_ms: 273950\n  end_ms: 277360\n- text: Nigga, Chino\n  start_ms: 277360\n  end_ms: 279910\n- text: Nigga, Burton\n  start_ms: 279910\n  end_ms: 281450\n- text: Fucking ask me, yo\n  start_ms: 281450\n  end_ms: 284030\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 284030\nplain: |-\n  You prayed for me and I came\n  How far you niggas wanna push me?\n\n  I'm leaving the crowds happy like O.J. Simpson\n  When he got his first white pussy\n  But I'm still annoyed, blow through your solenoid\n  Bringin' more blues to brothers than John Belushi and Dan Aykroyd\n  Governmentally engineered like Ebola for this rap garage sale\n  By this industry, I'm trying not to get fucked like Tupac in jail\n\n  You could hate me, but await me like I'm Magic Johnson's death\n  In a box with Jordan's pops, that ass'll never take another breath\n  'Cause I write the songs like Barry Manilow\n  I like my sugar brown like Hugh Grant, fuck D'Angelo\n\n  Never got niggas claiming they saw God\n  Unfortunately, he wasn't in the Persian of Master Fard Muhammad\n  Some often ask, \"How can this nigga molest the English alphabet\n  In one hundred words or less?\" It ain't The Chronic\n  It's all in the mind like Johnny Namath\n  Before my world is born, surgeons administer antibiotics\n  Then drain the phonics amniotic fluids\n  Delivery, to get knee or deep in your peoples like Howard Hewett\n  Half Hitler, half Jewish, I'm gassed off my self, nigga\n\n  Iconoclasm, I twist it without the use of fiber optics\n  Knocks his eyeballs out the sockets\n  I got your Adam's apples in my pockets\n  Flow shit like Timmy McVeigh, like Eddie porn, I'm getting popular\n\n  Popular, no ocular MCs perp-particular\n  But not quite yet perpendicular\n  Cap half-fractured fibulas when niggas step\n  Contest the upper torso\n  I got Chino's back like a dorsal fin\n  Comprehend, we been meant for a thing\n\n  Let's strengthen numbers, take a hit (Ride)\n  The yellow nigga from the Gravity Click (Ride)\n  You don't give a fuck as long as bud gets lit (Ride)\n  You're fucking with the homicidal lunatics (Ride)\n  Like licorice, niggas begin to twist (Ride)\n  Lay back and watch your idols get ripped (Ride)\n  No signify if your brew hold thick (Ride)\n  Yeah, East Coast, West Coast, we out (Ride)\n\n  I circumnavigate the globe with a one-liner like latitude\n  Put my rhymes in misfortune cookies to leave Confucius confused\n  The day a nigga serve Rass is when faggots start straight bashing\n\n  Without Jermaine Dupri, I'm so self-deaf that I need closed captions\n  Won't see me stressed from no East-West conflict of interest\n  Chino X rap Cass like lancets'll remove you from your bench\n  My retina expands, my brain is trapped like a rat on a running wheel\n  Praise the yellow God or I leave you scarred like that nigga Seal\n  Vernacular understandable, you in a hearse, megahertz\n  The truth hurts, slang botanical\n  You moving on time-lapse camera, indistractable\n  Dig me like an excavation, multiracial, valuable\n  Take you out like Safire took out Casual\n\n  So I check the milk that Jersey made\n  I turn autistic children bilingual\n  On parallel bars, I create new dis maps like Chechen\n\n  So keep it short and sweet like Sherman Hemsley bonafide queer\n  While I shoot shit up, you shooting\n  Gerbils up your asshole like Richard Gere\n\n  Yeah, bitch-ass niggas, what? See\n  I gives a fuck who certified platinum or gold\n  'Cause I got rhymes for every unit you sold\n  Your plaques corrode when I collage colloquials\n  At first the buzz was local but now the nose grows like Pinocchio\n\n  No lie, no THC, THD, THOU, GHT\n  Makes me higher in intelligence quotient\n  I drop facts like Hitachi\n  Exfoliate rap and come cleaner than Jay Ru's enema\n  What the secret within my esophagus is discovered\n  Like two Thomas the Cop again\n  I got niggas looking for Webster's like George Papadopoulos\n\n  Yo Rass, pardon me, my unfamiliar soliloquies\n  Similes similar to Reginald Denny's facial injuries\n  You couldn't locate my transient thoughts with LoJack\n  Molest your mind like Oprah Winfrey's\n  Behind when she was a small child\n\n  Punchlines with more elasticity than Biggie's stretch marks\n  Chino X sparks mad urban art\n  I ain't scared to put the things that\n  Going around me on tape like Mark Fuhrman\n  Sex and picture perfect hoes like Pocahontas often\n  And I'd rather hear Willie Nelson than fucking Montell Jordan\n\n  Let's take a hit (Ride)\n  The yellow nigga from the Gravity Click (Ride)\n  You don't give a fuck as long as bud gets lit (Ride)\n  You're fucking with these homicidal lunatics (Ride)\n  Like licorice, niggas begin to twist (Ride)\n  Lay back and watch your idols get ripped (Ride)\n  Signify if your brew hold thick (Ride)\n  Yeah, West Coast, East Coast, we out (Ride)\n\n  Yeah, ride\n  Signify, uh, uh\n  Check it out, uh\n  West Coast, what?\n  East Coast, what?\n  West Coast\n  East Coast\n  West, uh\n  West, uh\n  Uh, uh\n\n  Nigga, Rass\n  Nigga, Chino\n  Nigga, Burton\n  Fucking ask me, yo\n"}]