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Pusha T's more than he's seeming\nNot just a rap name, more so like a damn shame\nNothing's changed, just the crimes is less heinous\nThe three of us know, yet the shooter remains nameless\nAnd I don't even watch my back\nI was raw before rap, and I ain't lost my past\nShit could get hairy, I could lose myself in a flash\nNiggas'll think I'm Jim Carrey how I off that mask\n\nI even went by the book at first\nUntil I realized 9 to 5 wouldn't quench my thirst\nSo I start my mission, leave my residence\nMama knew that a child like me had better sense\nBut something had to give, that's real, I had to live\nI chefed that soft white and pumped from her crib\nScout's honor, started with my grandmama\nWho distributed yay she had flown in from the Bahamas\nPartner, please, I grinds, I hustle with ease\nCan damn near eyeball any weight in my sleep\nI don't entertain hate surrounding the street\nIf I was you, I'd be tryna get down with me\nBut no, see these niggas know too much\nMeanwhile I rock jewels that look like my diamonds blush\nCats act as if rap fell in my lap\nI've suffered heartbreak many times back to back\nAnd still feel belittled sittin' here spittin' riddles\n\nAmongst clown ass rappers who tend to give me the giggles\nLet 'em take it however they wanna take it\nI'm the reason your favorite MC's no longer your favorite\nHey, I'm one of the greats, I can't lie\nI mean great to the point I'm concerned I might die\nMake no mistake, Malice is who you tuned to\nIt's all in the name, trust, I will wound you","syncedLyrics":"[00:04.93] Playas we ain't the same, I'm into 'caine and guns\n[00:06.19] Chopard with the fishes, make the face lift numb\n[00:07.15] Out in Panama in that amazing sun; I'm amazing, son\n[00:10.54] You niggas wonder where my grace is from\n[00:12.70] I speak with corrupted tongue\n[00:14.30] Recognized the underworld since I was young\n[00:17.13] Back in '84 when I saw Crockett & Tubbs as the law\n[00:20.89] These eyes got big when they televised that raw\n[00:24.05] My mama should've seen it comin'\n[00:25.13] Me runnin' up and down the stairs too quick\n[00:27.91] Hummin' Miami Vice theme music\n[00:29.83] Calderone made me colder\n[00:32.29] I see the villains' impact, now that I'm older\n[00:35.47] Ignorant fool, views ignorant, too\n[00:37.56] Got a lot of money, keep militant tools\n[00:40.45] Wasn't present the session they handed out the rules\n[00:43.31] So I gravitated, related to life's cruels\n[00:46.26] The meaning? Pusha T's more than he's seeming\n[00:49.11] Not just a rap name, more so like a damn shame\n[00:51.78] Nothing's changed, just the crimes is less heinous\n[00:54.46] The three of us know, yet the shooter remains nameless\n[00:57.38] And I don't even watch my back\n[00:58.95] I was raw before rap, and I ain't lost my past\n[01:02.09] Shit could get hairy, I could lose myself in a flash\n[01:05.53] Niggas'll think I'm Jim Carrey how I off that mask\n[01:07.86] I even went by the book at first\n[01:10.26] Until I realized 9 to 5 wouldn't quench my thirst\n[01:13.72] So I start my mission, leave my residence\n[01:17.35] Mama knew that a child like me had better sense\n[01:20.06] But something had to give, that's real, I had to live\n[01:22.63] I chefed that soft white and pumped from her crib\n[01:25.38] Scout's honor, started with my grandmama\n[01:27.74] Who distributed yay she had flown in from the Bahamas\n[01:30.89] Partner, please, I grinds, I hustle with ease\n[01:34.03] Can damn near eyeball any weight in my sleep\n[01:37.95] I don't entertain hate surrounding the street\n[01:38.59] If I was you, I'd be tryna get down with me\n[01:44.55] But no, see these niggas know too much\n[01:44.84] Meanwhile I rock jewels that look like my diamonds blush\n[01:47.23] Cats act as if rap fell in my lap\n[01:50.18] I've suffered heartbreak many times back to back\n[01:52.75] And still feel belittled sittin' here spittin' riddles\n[01:55.66] Amongst clown ass rappers who tend to give me the giggles\n[01:58.58] Let 'em take it however they wanna take it\n[02:01.53] I'm the reason your favorite MC's no longer your favorite\n[02:04.32] Hey, I'm one of the greats, I can't lie\n[02:07.22] I mean great to the point I'm concerned I might die\n[02:09.64] Make no mistake, Malice is who you tuned to\n[02:12.86] It's all in the name, trust, I will wound you\n[02:15.73] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Intro\n  artist: Clipse\n  album: The Art of Clipse Blends\n  duration_ms: 31000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Playas we ain't the same, I'm into 'caine and guns\n  start_ms: 4930\n  end_ms: 6190\n- text: Chopard with the fishes, make the face lift numb\n  start_ms: 6190\n  end_ms: 7150\n- text: Out in Panama in that amazing sun; I'm amazing, son\n  start_ms: 7150\n  end_ms: 10540\n- text: You niggas wonder where my grace is from\n  start_ms: 10540\n  end_ms: 12700\n- text: I speak with corrupted tongue\n  start_ms: 12700\n  end_ms: 14300\n- text: Recognized the underworld since I was young\n  start_ms: 14300\n  end_ms: 17130\n- text: Back in '84 when I saw Crockett & Tubbs as the law\n  start_ms: 17130\n  end_ms: 20890\n- text: These eyes got big when they televised that raw\n  start_ms: 20890\n  end_ms: 24050\n- text: My mama should've seen it comin'\n  start_ms: 24050\n  end_ms: 25130\n- text: Me runnin' up and down the stairs too quick\n  start_ms: 25130\n  end_ms: 27910\n- text: Hummin' Miami Vice theme music\n  start_ms: 27910\n  end_ms: 29830\n- text: Calderone made me colder\n  start_ms: 29830\n  end_ms: 32290\n- text: I see the villains' impact, now that I'm older\n  start_ms: 32290\n  end_ms: 35470\n- text: Ignorant fool, views ignorant, too\n  start_ms: 35470\n  end_ms: 37560\n- text: Got a lot of money, keep militant tools\n  start_ms: 37560\n  end_ms: 40450\n- text: Wasn't present the session they handed out the rules\n  start_ms: 40450\n  end_ms: 43310\n- text: So I gravitated, related to life's cruels\n  start_ms: 43310\n  end_ms: 46260\n- text: The meaning? 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Pusha T's more than he's seeming\n  Not just a rap name, more so like a damn shame\n  Nothing's changed, just the crimes is less heinous\n  The three of us know, yet the shooter remains nameless\n  And I don't even watch my back\n  I was raw before rap, and I ain't lost my past\n  Shit could get hairy, I could lose myself in a flash\n  Niggas'll think I'm Jim Carrey how I off that mask\n\n  I even went by the book at first\n  Until I realized 9 to 5 wouldn't quench my thirst\n  So I start my mission, leave my residence\n  Mama knew that a child like me had better sense\n  But something had to give, that's real, I had to live\n  I chefed that soft white and pumped from her crib\n  Scout's honor, started with my grandmama\n  Who distributed yay she had flown in from the Bahamas\n  Partner, please, I grinds, I hustle with ease\n  Can damn near eyeball any weight in my sleep\n  I don't entertain hate surrounding the street\n  If I was you, I'd be tryna get down with me\n  But no, see these niggas know too much\n  Meanwhile I rock jewels that look like my diamonds blush\n  Cats act as if rap fell in my lap\n  I've suffered heartbreak many times back to back\n  And still feel belittled sittin' here spittin' riddles\n\n  Amongst clown ass rappers who tend to give me the giggles\n  Let 'em take it however they wanna take it\n  I'm the reason your favorite MC's no longer your favorite\n  Hey, I'm one of the greats, I can't lie\n  I mean great to the point I'm concerned I might die\n  Make no mistake, Malice is who you tuned to\n  It's all in the name, trust, I will wound you\n"},{"id":31564859,"name":"Intro","trackName":"Intro","artistName":"Clipse","albumName":"Wally Sparks Mick Boogie And Clipse-Rock Muzick","duration":17.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Playas we ain't the same, I'm into 'caine and guns\nChopard with the fishes, make the face lift numb\nOut in Panama in that amazing sun; I'm amazing, son\nYou niggas wonder where my grace is from\nI speak with corrupted tongue\nRecognized the underworld since I was young\nBack in '84 when I saw Crockett & Tubbs as the law\nThese eyes got big when they televised that raw\nMy mama should've seen it comin'\n\nMe runnin' up and down the stairs too quick\nHummin' Miami Vice theme music\nCalderone made me colder\nI see the villains' impact, now that I'm older\nIgnorant fool, views ignorant, too\nGot a lot of money, keep militant tools\nWasn't present the session they handed out the rules\nSo I gravitated, related to life's cruels\nThe meaning? Pusha T's more than he's seeming\nNot just a rap name, more so like a damn shame\nNothing's changed, just the crimes is less heinous\nThe three of us know, yet the shooter remains nameless\nAnd I don't even watch my back\nI was raw before rap, and I ain't lost my past\nShit could get hairy, I could lose myself in a flash\nNiggas'll think I'm Jim Carrey how I off that mask\n\nI even went by the book at first\nUntil I realized 9 to 5 wouldn't quench my thirst\nSo I start my mission, leave my residence\nMama knew that a child like me had better sense\nBut something had to give, that's real, I had to live\nI chefed that soft white and pumped from her crib\nScout's honor, started with my grandmama\nWho distributed yay she had flown in from the Bahamas\nPartner, please, I grinds, I hustle with ease\nCan damn near eyeball any weight in my sleep\nI don't entertain hate surrounding the street\nIf I was you, I'd be tryna get down with me\nBut no, see these niggas know too much\nMeanwhile I rock jewels that look like my diamonds blush\nCats act as if rap fell in my lap\nI've suffered heartbreak many times back to back\nAnd still feel belittled sittin' here spittin' riddles\n\nAmongst clown ass rappers who tend to give me the giggles\nLet 'em take it however they wanna take it\nI'm the reason your favorite MC's no longer your favorite\nHey, I'm one of the greats, I can't lie\nI mean great to the point I'm concerned I might die\nMake no mistake, Malice is who you tuned to\nIt's all in the name, trust, I will wound you","syncedLyrics":"[00:04.93] Playas we ain't the same, I'm into 'caine and guns\n[00:06.19] Chopard with the fishes, make the face lift numb\n[00:07.15] Out in Panama in that amazing sun; I'm amazing, son\n[00:10.54] You niggas wonder where my grace is from\n[00:12.70] I speak with corrupted tongue\n[00:14.30] Recognized the underworld since I was young\n[00:17.13] Back in '84 when I saw Crockett & Tubbs as the law\n[00:20.89] These eyes got big when they televised that raw\n[00:24.05] My mama should've seen it comin'\n[00:25.13] Me runnin' up and down the stairs too quick\n[00:27.91] Hummin' Miami Vice theme music\n[00:29.83] Calderone made me colder\n[00:32.29] I see the villains' impact, now that I'm older\n[00:35.47] Ignorant fool, views ignorant, too\n[00:37.56] Got a lot of money, keep militant tools\n[00:40.45] Wasn't present the session they handed out the rules\n[00:43.31] So I gravitated, related to life's cruels\n[00:46.26] The meaning? Pusha T's more than he's seeming\n[00:49.11] Not just a rap name, more so like a damn shame\n[00:51.78] Nothing's changed, just the crimes is less heinous\n[00:54.46] The three of us know, yet the shooter remains nameless\n[00:57.38] And I don't even watch my back\n[00:58.95] I was raw before rap, and I ain't lost my past\n[01:02.09] Shit could get hairy, I could lose myself in a flash\n[01:05.53] Niggas'll think I'm Jim Carrey how I off that mask\n[01:07.86] I even went by the book at first\n[01:10.26] Until I realized 9 to 5 wouldn't quench my thirst\n[01:13.72] So I start my mission, leave my residence\n[01:17.35] Mama knew that a child like me had better sense\n[01:20.06] But something had to give, that's real, I had to live\n[01:22.63] I chefed that soft white and pumped from her crib\n[01:25.38] Scout's honor, started with my grandmama\n[01:27.74] Who distributed yay she had flown in from the Bahamas\n[01:30.89] Partner, please, I grinds, I hustle with ease\n[01:34.03] Can damn near eyeball any weight in my sleep\n[01:37.95] I don't entertain hate surrounding the street\n[01:38.59] If I was you, I'd be tryna get down with me\n[01:44.55] But no, see these niggas know too much\n[01:44.84] Meanwhile I rock jewels that look like my diamonds blush\n[01:47.23] Cats act as if rap fell in my lap\n[01:50.18] I've suffered heartbreak many times back to back\n[01:52.75] And still feel belittled sittin' here spittin' riddles\n[01:55.66] Amongst clown ass rappers who tend to give me the giggles\n[01:58.58] Let 'em take it however they wanna take it\n[02:01.53] I'm the reason your favorite MC's no longer your favorite\n[02:04.32] Hey, I'm one of the greats, I can't lie\n[02:07.22] I mean great to the point I'm concerned I might die\n[02:09.64] Make no mistake, Malice is who you tuned to\n[02:12.86] It's all in the name, trust, I will wound you\n[02:15.73] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Intro\n  artist: Clipse\n  album: Wally Sparks Mick Boogie And Clipse-Rock Muzick\n  duration_ms: 17000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Playas we ain't the same, I'm into 'caine and guns\n  start_ms: 4930\n  end_ms: 6190\n- text: Chopard with the fishes, make the face lift numb\n  start_ms: 6190\n  end_ms: 7150\n- text: Out in Panama in that amazing sun; I'm amazing, son\n  start_ms: 7150\n  end_ms: 10540\n- text: You niggas wonder where my grace is from\n  start_ms: 10540\n  end_ms: 12700\n- text: I speak with corrupted tongue\n  start_ms: 12700\n  end_ms: 14300\n- text: Recognized the underworld since I was young\n  start_ms: 14300\n  end_ms: 17130\n- text: Back in '84 when I saw Crockett & Tubbs as the law\n  start_ms: 17130\n  end_ms: 20890\n- text: These eyes got big when they televised that raw\n  start_ms: 20890\n  end_ms: 24050\n- text: My mama should've seen it comin'\n  start_ms: 24050\n  end_ms: 25130\n- text: Me runnin' up and down the stairs too quick\n  start_ms: 25130\n  end_ms: 27910\n- text: Hummin' Miami Vice theme music\n  start_ms: 27910\n  end_ms: 29830\n- text: Calderone made me colder\n  start_ms: 29830\n  end_ms: 32290\n- text: I see the villains' impact, now that I'm older\n  start_ms: 32290\n  end_ms: 35470\n- text: Ignorant fool, views ignorant, too\n  start_ms: 35470\n  end_ms: 37560\n- text: Got a lot of money, keep militant tools\n  start_ms: 37560\n  end_ms: 40450\n- text: Wasn't present the session they handed out the rules\n  start_ms: 40450\n  end_ms: 43310\n- text: So I gravitated, related to life's cruels\n  start_ms: 43310\n  end_ms: 46260\n- text: The meaning? 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Pusha T's more than he's seeming\n[00:49.11] Not just a rap name, more so like a damn shame\n[00:51.78] Nothing's changed, just the crimes is less heinous\n[00:54.46] The three of us know, yet the shooter remains nameless\n[00:57.38] And I don't even watch my back\n[00:58.95] I was raw before rap, and I ain't lost my past\n[01:02.09] Shit could get hairy, I could lose myself in a flash\n[01:05.53] Niggas'll think I'm Jim Carrey how I off that mask\n[01:07.86] I even went by the book at first\n[01:10.26] Until I realized 9 to 5 wouldn't quench my thirst\n[01:13.72] So I start my mission, leave my residence\n[01:17.35] Mama knew that a child like me had better sense\n[01:20.06] But something had to give, that's real, I had to live\n[01:22.63] I chefed that soft white and pumped from her crib\n[01:25.38] Scout's honor, started with my grandmama\n[01:27.74] Who distributed yay she had flown in from the Bahamas\n[01:30.89] Partner, please, I grinds, I hustle with ease\n[01:34.03] Can damn near eyeball any weight in my sleep\n[01:37.95] I don't entertain hate surrounding the street\n[01:38.59] If I was you, I'd be tryna get down with me\n[01:44.55] But no, see these niggas know too much\n[01:44.84] Meanwhile I rock jewels that look like my diamonds blush\n[01:47.23] Cats act as if rap fell in my lap\n[01:50.18] I've suffered heartbreak many times back to back\n[01:52.75] And still feel belittled sittin' here spittin' riddles\n[01:55.66] Amongst clown ass rappers who tend to give me the giggles\n[01:58.58] Let 'em take it however they wanna take it\n[02:01.53] I'm the reason your favorite MC's no longer your favorite\n[02:04.32] Hey, I'm one of the greats, I can't lie\n[02:07.22] I mean great to the point I'm concerned I might die\n[02:09.64] Make no mistake, Malice is who you tuned to\n[02:12.86] It's all in the name, trust, I will wound you\n[02:15.73] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Intro\n  artist: Clipse\n  album: Lord Willin'\n  duration_ms: 139860\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Playas we ain't the same, I'm into 'caine and guns\n  start_ms: 4930\n  end_ms: 6190\n- text: Chopard with the fishes, make the face lift numb\n  start_ms: 6190\n  end_ms: 7150\n- text: Out in Panama in that amazing sun; I'm amazing, son\n  start_ms: 7150\n  end_ms: 10540\n- text: You niggas wonder where my grace is from\n  start_ms: 10540\n  end_ms: 12700\n- text: I speak with corrupted tongue\n  start_ms: 12700\n  end_ms: 14300\n- text: Recognized the underworld since I was young\n  start_ms: 14300\n  end_ms: 17130\n- text: Back in '84 when I saw Crockett & Tubbs as the law\n  start_ms: 17130\n  end_ms: 20890\n- text: These eyes got big when they televised that raw\n  start_ms: 20890\n  end_ms: 24050\n- text: My mama should've seen it comin'\n  start_ms: 24050\n  end_ms: 25130\n- text: Me runnin' up and down the stairs too quick\n  start_ms: 25130\n  end_ms: 27910\n- text: Hummin' Miami Vice theme music\n  start_ms: 27910\n  end_ms: 29830\n- text: Calderone made me colder\n  start_ms: 29830\n  end_ms: 32290\n- text: I see the villains' impact, now that I'm older\n  start_ms: 32290\n  end_ms: 35470\n- text: Ignorant fool, views ignorant, too\n  start_ms: 35470\n  end_ms: 37560\n- text: Got a lot of money, keep militant tools\n  start_ms: 37560\n  end_ms: 40450\n- text: Wasn't present the session they handed out the rules\n  start_ms: 40450\n  end_ms: 43310\n- text: So I gravitated, related to life's cruels\n  start_ms: 43310\n  end_ms: 46260\n- text: The meaning? 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Pusha T's more than he's seeming\n[00:49.11] Not just a rap name, more so like a damn shame\n[00:51.78] Nothing's changed, just the crimes is less heinous\n[00:54.46] The three of us know, yet the shooter remains nameless\n[00:57.38] And I don't even watch my back\n[00:58.95] I was raw before rap, and I ain't lost my past\n[01:02.09] Shit could get hairy, I could lose myself in a flash\n[01:05.53] Niggas'll think I'm Jim Carrey how I off that mask\n[01:07.86] I even went by the book at first\n[01:10.26] Until I realized 9 to 5 wouldn't quench my thirst\n[01:13.72] So I start my mission, leave my residence\n[01:17.35] Mama knew that a child like me had better sense\n[01:20.06] But something had to give, that's real, I had to live\n[01:22.63] I chefed that soft white and pumped from her crib\n[01:25.38] Scout's honor, started with my grandmama\n[01:27.74] Who distributed yay she had flown in from the Bahamas\n[01:30.89] Partner, please, I grinds, I hustle with ease\n[01:34.03] Can damn near eyeball any weight in my sleep\n[01:37.95] I don't entertain hate surrounding the street\n[01:38.59] If I was you, I'd be tryna get down with me\n[01:44.55] But no, see these niggas know too much\n[01:44.84] Meanwhile I rock jewels that look like my diamonds blush\n[01:47.23] Cats act as if rap fell in my lap\n[01:50.18] I've suffered heartbreak many times back to back\n[01:52.75] And still feel belittled sittin' here spittin' riddles\n[01:55.66] Amongst clown ass rappers who tend to give me the giggles\n[01:58.58] Let 'em take it however they wanna take it\n[02:01.53] I'm the reason your favorite MC's no longer your favorite\n[02:04.32] Hey, I'm one of the greats, I can't lie\n[02:07.22] I mean great to the point I'm concerned I might die\n[02:09.64] Make no mistake, Malice is who you tuned to\n[02:12.86] It's all in the name, trust, I will wound you\n[02:15.73] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Intro\n  artist: Clipse\n  album: Play Cloths & Complex present...Road To Till The Casket Drops\n  duration_ms: 247000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Playas we ain't the same, I'm into 'caine and guns\n  start_ms: 4930\n  end_ms: 6190\n- text: Chopard with the fishes, make the face lift numb\n  start_ms: 6190\n  end_ms: 7150\n- text: Out in Panama in that amazing sun; I'm amazing, son\n  start_ms: 7150\n  end_ms: 10540\n- text: You niggas wonder where my grace is from\n  start_ms: 10540\n  end_ms: 12700\n- text: I speak with corrupted tongue\n  start_ms: 12700\n  end_ms: 14300\n- text: Recognized the underworld since I was young\n  start_ms: 14300\n  end_ms: 17130\n- text: Back in '84 when I saw Crockett & Tubbs as the law\n  start_ms: 17130\n  end_ms: 20890\n- text: These eyes got big when they televised that raw\n  start_ms: 20890\n  end_ms: 24050\n- text: My mama should've seen it comin'\n  start_ms: 24050\n  end_ms: 25130\n- text: Me runnin' up and down the stairs too quick\n  start_ms: 25130\n  end_ms: 27910\n- text: Hummin' Miami Vice theme music\n  start_ms: 27910\n  end_ms: 29830\n- text: Calderone made me colder\n  start_ms: 29830\n  end_ms: 32290\n- text: I see the villains' impact, now that I'm older\n  start_ms: 32290\n  end_ms: 35470\n- text: Ignorant fool, views ignorant, too\n  start_ms: 35470\n  end_ms: 37560\n- text: Got a lot of money, keep militant tools\n  start_ms: 37560\n  end_ms: 40450\n- text: Wasn't present the session they handed out the rules\n  start_ms: 40450\n  end_ms: 43310\n- text: So I gravitated, related to life's cruels\n  start_ms: 43310\n  end_ms: 46260\n- text: The meaning? 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Neither, you nor your man's my caliber\n  I challenge ya, the cocaine balancer\n  We hear you from afar, I silencer\n  Neighbourhood P\n\n  Dig it, I'm in a rage like Cujo\n  Y'all wanna wrestle, play sumo\n  Murk your bitch ass on my uno\n  You know, shits from the two blow all other niggas faces\n  We take all other niggas places, 'scuse us\n  No excuses, lain like Confucius\n  Don't confuse us, we really do this\n  Re-Up's ruthless, ain't much to prove this\n  Two clips, not Pusha and Mal'\n  The two holdin' the rounds, the click-clack and the pow\n  Talk foul, get slapped in ya mouth, pussy\n  When I'm around take it back in the house, pussy\n  And I'm flossin' too, big drawn with an igloo arm that's blue\n  Sky-like, I'm high like giraffe ass\n  Crack ass, Re-Up, what y'all mad at?\n\n  This ain't nothin' but candy from a baby\n  I sell that shit, got 'em stuck since the 80's\n  Y'all ain't even thinkin' 'bout stickin' to format\n  Y'all niggas tellin', ooh-ooh'ing like Horshack\n  Singin' with the band with snares and high hats\n  And it ain't slow as no we kept hunting for more crack!\n  We ain't holla back, nigga we holla Black...\n  Card Era, second coming taking ya back\n  And it's a known fact y'all tired of the circus\n  So come home where you smell the crack in the verses!\n  The whole rap world watched the Clipse take a bow\n  We left it in ya hands, you ain't make Father proud!\n  None of y'all can copy—a hard act to follow\n  We was cursed with the spirit of verses, the stigmata!\n  Suicide bomb ya, like Mohamed Atta\n  Or the doors on that Phantom, Re-Up, we rap martyrs, what?\n\n  Black Card Exclusive, member of the secret society:\n  It's not just music that I barter with\n  Tape tight on the soft ya chef to get harder with\n  Art of it, mastered the flame that they solder with\n  \"Young'un, you could learn\"—Liva Coach-Carter it!\n  I was a part of it, loiter in the wool\n  Ritz thirty paces from work, I thirty grand, two shirts\n  \"Chez a Re-Va jeux tee\" scribbled in the wool stitch\n  Three quarter blazer;\n  Sharp like a single edge razor on them gemstars\n  Breaking that beige up\n  Now I'm an arm left of the best as we conquest\n  The rest of the rap game, you listen in vain nigga\n  Got lil' bad bitches Emilio Pucci;\n  Sitting on blades like Kristi Yamaguchi\n  In the SL two-seat; six-inch heels by Gucci;\n  When a player land ma scoop me\n  No luggage I shopped in, California sun on my skin\n  As the rocks blind traffic that I'm in\n  I'm Magic with the pen; I'm Jordan in the booth\n  I'm 'Melo with the flow; Lebron; I'm the truth\n"},{"id":23555706,"name":"Re-Up Intro","trackName":"Re-Up Intro","artistName":"Clipse","albumName":"Re-Up Gang: The Saga Continues","duration":219.613333,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"R-E-U-P-G-A-N-G\nR-E-U-P-G-A-N-G\nR-E-U-P-G-A-N-G\nR-E-U-P-G-A-N-G\nR-E-U-P-G-A-N-G\nR-E-U-P-G-A-N-G\nR-E-U-P-G-A-N-G\nR-E-U-P-G-A-N-G\n\nYoung, obnoxious, hand on our crotches\nSwagga out of this world, call us the Diddy-boppers\nFuck the shit out your girl, let the city watch us\nHit her with the Dougie like Cam'ron\nMove bitch, move bitch; throw that shit, my jam's on\nWhite Lambo, hear them fans blow\nBlack interior, I's a modern day Sambo\nSo niggerish, they flow's frivolous\nTickle us pink like white girl clitoris\nFuckin' the game up, Re-Up, them niggas deceive ya\nWe get 'em for thirteen fiva, we don't believe ya\nMy reputation carry stripes in hood, I am Zebra\nFucker! Neither, you nor your man's my caliber\nI challenge ya, the cocaine balancer\nWe hear you from afar, I silencer\nNeighbourhood P\n\nDig it, I'm in a rage like Cujo\nY'all wanna wrestle, play sumo\nMurk your bitch ass on my uno\nYou know, shits from the two blow all other niggas faces\nWe take all other niggas places, 'scuse us\nNo excuses, lain like Confucius\nDon't confuse us, we really do this\nRe-Up's ruthless, ain't much to prove this\nTwo clips, not Pusha and Mal'\nThe two holdin' the rounds, the click-clack and the pow\nTalk foul, get slapped in ya mouth, pussy\nWhen I'm around take it back in the house, pussy\nAnd I'm flossin' too, big drawn with an igloo arm that's blue\nSky-like, I'm high like giraffe ass\nCrack ass, Re-Up, what y'all mad at?\n\nThis ain't nothin' but candy from a baby\nI sell that shit, got 'em stuck since the 80's\nY'all ain't even thinkin' 'bout stickin' to format\nY'all niggas tellin', ooh-ooh'ing like Horshack\nSingin' with the band with snares and high hats\nAnd it ain't slow as no we kept hunting for more crack!\nWe ain't holla back, nigga we holla Black...\nCard Era, second coming taking ya back\nAnd it's a known fact y'all tired of the circus\nSo come home where you smell the crack in the verses!\nThe whole rap world watched the Clipse take a bow\nWe left it in ya hands, you ain't make Father proud!\nNone of y'all can copy—a hard act to follow\nWe was cursed with the spirit of verses, the stigmata!\nSuicide bomb ya, like Mohamed Atta\nOr the doors on that Phantom, Re-Up, we rap martyrs, what?\n\nBlack Card Exclusive, member of the secret society:\nIt's not just music that I barter with\nTape tight on the soft ya chef to get harder with\nArt of it, mastered the flame that they solder with\n\"Young'un, you could learn\"—Liva Coach-Carter it!\nI was a part of it, loiter in the wool\nRitz thirty paces from work, I thirty grand, two shirts\n\"Chez a Re-Va jeux tee\" scribbled in the wool stitch\nThree quarter blazer;\nSharp like a single edge razor on them gemstars\nBreaking that beige up\nNow I'm an arm left of the best as we conquest\nThe rest of the rap game, you listen in vain nigga\nGot lil' bad bitches Emilio Pucci;\nSitting on blades like Kristi Yamaguchi\nIn the SL two-seat; six-inch heels by Gucci;\nWhen a player land ma scoop me\nNo luggage I shopped in, California sun on my skin\nAs the rocks blind traffic that I'm in\nI'm Magic with the pen; I'm Jordan in the booth\nI'm 'Melo with the flow; Lebron; I'm the truth","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Re-Up Intro\n  artist: Clipse\n  album: 'Re-Up Gang: The Saga Continues'\n  duration_ms: 219613\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  R-E-U-P-G-A-N-G\n  R-E-U-P-G-A-N-G\n  R-E-U-P-G-A-N-G\n  R-E-U-P-G-A-N-G\n  R-E-U-P-G-A-N-G\n  R-E-U-P-G-A-N-G\n  R-E-U-P-G-A-N-G\n  R-E-U-P-G-A-N-G\n\n  Young, obnoxious, hand on our crotches\n  Swagga out of this world, call us the Diddy-boppers\n  Fuck the shit out your girl, let the city watch us\n  Hit her with the Dougie like Cam'ron\n  Move bitch, move bitch; throw that shit, my jam's on\n  White Lambo, hear them fans blow\n  Black interior, I's a modern day Sambo\n  So niggerish, they flow's frivolous\n  Tickle us pink like white girl clitoris\n  Fuckin' the game up, Re-Up, them niggas deceive ya\n  We get 'em for thirteen fiva, we don't believe ya\n  My reputation carry stripes in hood, I am Zebra\n  Fucker! 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