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BMS","artistName":"Company Flow","albumName":"Funcrusher Plus","duration":301.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Soon you'll see\nAs I flow fluently to frequently, another MC\nWill drop off the face of this Earth, for what it's worth\nI've been the nastiest, one since birth\n\nNew York is number one today in the house\n\nI'll do the simple shit, strike harder than Hoffa\nEl the maladjusted MC, Funcrusher\nMassive, a sign for my condition automatic\nGoldstar connect thoughts get jostled at your position\nListen, abort mission without further discussion\n\nDual personality, half me?\nDoc Jekyll when I burn your paragraph down to a haiku\nSo Tootsie Roll motherfuck back to your seat 'cause I don't like you\nI got a hundred beats, all nicer than your joint\nKaraoke MC's need not receive G's that's the whole point\n\nBe out within the crowd get open like herpes simplex sores\nOn vexed pussy found that I put more crush, on crews than Jets\nYou're just that simple plus overfronted but that's the status\nCold caught my shit you better not sit, so stop the madness\nWith hip-hop guidelines I state I never liked authority\nWhen sales control stats I place no faith in the majority\n\nAutomatic, just for my people\nAutomatic, just for my crew\n\nAutomatic if you're wack then you'll get\nKnocked out of the box and you'll deserve it too\n\nNew York is number one today in the house\n\nI analyze, people call me El so son catch it\nMC's be disillusioned as hell, them can't hack it\nI'ma knock you out your tax bracket\nSlipped into the wrong hands, the mental barbarian\n\nStay-Freshed in Ziplock, money plot hatcher\nHow the fuck you gonna bring a Go-Cart to the Grand Prix\n\nhee hee\nLaughter, enter for irreconcilable disaster\nI'ma protect mine like a Japanese fighting sticks master\nAim, pierce your vital nerve, the bloody conquest\n\nRappers they be like bro, I sunk your battleship\nUltra-magneto, burnin' pee burns my credo\nMad men cry like when you realize you got a shirt full of infrared dots\nPlus I'm scopin' at this bitch, be prepared for the mental headshots\n\nWhen the CoFlow leave the room, we takin mics bitches and boom\n\nThe incredible BMS\n\nNow the mint and governor get paid, collectin' off raids\nAll the cash that was made from a brother, New York Undercover\nDon't love her, still I'm SuperHun\nRhyme styles monstrosities, fools never stoppin' me\nI swat MC's quite easily, Dunn\n\nImitate styles most complain you can't begin to express\nElevate off this, nine times to your brain\nMakes your mind manifest, shit's hopeless\nStop stop the nonsense, this could not accomplish\nLow pro interactive, go open carsnatchin'\n\nCoFlow, by all means necessary, packin' rhymes is automatic\n\nCheck the barrel circumfrence who done it\nConfirm it, sewers done run it, BMS just a killer plus serial\nBut still ill and Sugarhill to the fullest extent\nTactic G represent, C-4 blowin' up\nLike the doors and this president\n(Dead, 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stop the madness\n[01:04.10] With hip-hop guidelines I state I never liked authority\n[01:06.81] When sales control stats I place no faith in the majority\n[01:20.59] Automatic, just for my people\n[01:24.21] Automatic, just for my crew\n[01:26.92] Automatic if you're wack then you'll get\n[01:28.70] Knocked out of the box and you'll deserve it too\n[01:31.43] New York is number one today in the house\n[01:32.45] I analyze, people call me El so son catch it\n[01:36.00] MC's be disillusioned as hell, them can't hack it\n[01:38.72] I'ma knock you out your tax bracket\n[01:40.62] Slipped into the wrong hands, the mental barbarian\n[01:43.35] Stay-Freshed in Ziplock, money plot hatcher\n[01:46.12] How the fuck you gonna bring a Go-Cart to the Grand Prix\n[01:48.96] hee hee\n[01:49.80] Laughter, enter for irreconcilable disaster\n[01:51.79] I'ma protect mine like a Japanese fighting sticks master\n[01:55.35] Aim, pierce your vital nerve, the bloody conquest\n[01:57.18] Rappers they be like bro, I sunk your battleship\n[02:00.89] Ultra-magneto, burnin' pee burns my credo\n[02:03.65] Mad men cry like when you realize you got a shirt full of infrared dots\n[02:06.34] Plus I'm scopin' at this bitch, be prepared for the mental headshots\n[02:09.04] When the CoFlow leave the room, we takin mics bitches and boom\n[02:12.64] The incredible BMS\n[02:14.54] Now the mint and governor get paid, collectin' off raids\n[02:17.28] All the cash that was made from a brother, New York Undercover\n[02:20.84] Don't love her, still I'm SuperHun\n[02:23.61] Rhyme styles monstrosities, fools never stoppin' me\n[02:26.37] I swat MC's quite easily, Dunn\n[02:28.12] Imitate styles most complain you can't begin to express\n[02:31.82] Elevate off this, nine times to your brain\n[02:34.54] Makes your mind manifest, shit's hopeless\n[02:36.37] Stop stop the nonsense, this could not accomplish\n[02:39.17] Low pro interactive, go open carsnatchin'\n[02:41.99] CoFlow, by all means necessary, packin' 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I'll say fuck you, suck your marrow like a chicken wing\n[03:47.62] From pluck you\n[03:48.51] Location I'll rock like Zeke, calamity\n[03:50.45] What's your composure, shoot sex like Vanity it's over\n[03:54.04] Done it again brainstorm slice in your direction\n[03:55.88] Cut the belly of your block open over to C-Section\n[03:59.55] Death callin' one, for the dysfunctional son\n[04:01.39] Trapped in my digital domain\n[04:03.22] (The El to the P)\n[04:05.08] Yo fuck rappers that freak a fable, phony will make them fall out\n[04:07.83] Frequencies painful run 'em as sonar, CoFlow's the callout\n[04:10.58] You're misaligned, I turn benign breaks into malignant\n[04:13.25] Knock 'em out the box, capture they flag and kick they can in\n[04:16.03] Badlands, live one down the information highway\n[04:18.77] Write a rhyme in braille, send a fuckin' battle to your e-mail\n[04:21.57] Yes, once again empty MC's we have had here for those\n[04:25.25] Fortune enough to feel this, blessed number 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nerve, the bloody conquest\n\n  Rappers they be like bro, I sunk your battleship\n  Ultra-magneto, burnin' pee burns my credo\n  Mad men cry like when you realize you got a shirt full of infrared dots\n  Plus I'm scopin' at this bitch, be prepared for the mental headshots\n\n  When the CoFlow leave the room, we takin mics bitches and boom\n\n  The incredible BMS\n\n  Now the mint and governor get paid, collectin' off raids\n  All the cash that was made from a brother, New York Undercover\n  Don't love her, still I'm SuperHun\n  Rhyme styles monstrosities, fools never stoppin' me\n  I swat MC's quite easily, Dunn\n\n  Imitate styles most complain you can't begin to express\n  Elevate off this, nine times to your brain\n  Makes your mind manifest, shit's hopeless\n  Stop stop the nonsense, this could not accomplish\n  Low pro interactive, go open carsnatchin'\n\n  CoFlow, by all means necessary, packin' rhymes is automatic\n\n  Check the barrel circumfrence who done it\n  Confirm it, 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bro, I sunk your battleship\n  Ultra-magneto, burnin pee burns my credo\n  Mad men cry like when you realize you got a shirt full of infrared dots\n  Plus I'm scopin at this bitch, be prepared for the mental headshots\n  When the coflow leave the room, we takin mics bitches and boom\n\n  (The incredible bms...)\n\n  (Bms)\n  Now the mint and governor get paid, collectin off raids\n  All the cash that was made from a brother, new york undercover\n\n  Don't love her, still I'm superhun\n  Rhyme styles monstrosities, fools never stoppin me\n  I swat mc's quite easily, dunn\n  Imitate styles most complain you can't begin to express\n  Elevate off this, nine times to your brain\n  Makes your mind manifest, shit's hopeless\n  Stop stop the nonsense, this could not accomplish\n  Low pro interactive, go open carsnatchin\n  Coflow, by all means necessary packin rhymes is automatic\n  Check the barrel circumfrence who done it, confirm it sewers done run it\n  Bms just a killer plus serial\n  But still ill and sugarhill, to the fullest extent\n  Tactic g represent, c-4 blowin up\n  Like the doors and this president (dead, presidents)\n\n  Chorus\n\n  Auto, matic, just for my people\n  Auto, matic, just for my crew\n  Auto, matic if you're wack then you'll get\n  Knocked out of the box and you'll deserve it too\n\n  (El-p)\n  I'm gettin fresh for my freeform\n  All hold heart rocks down when I'm turnin veterans to greenhorn\n  Beat it, make a bee-line, be lax or you'll be outed\n  Spit words that's really cold, pinchin lymph nodes, el\n  The inconvenience to your master plan fell, your shit's abyssmal\n  Decimal point, zero for the judge burnin rhyme books\n  F**k basic, iambic pentameter just dissolves\n  So I'll say f**k you suck your marrow like a chicken wing, from pluck you\n  Location I'll rock like zeke, calamity\n  What's your composure, shoot sex like vanity it's over\n  Done it again brainstorm slice in your direction\n  Cut the belly of your block open over to c-section\n  Death callin one, for the dysfunctional son\n  Trapped in my digital domain ... (the el to the p)\n  Yo f**k rappers that freak a fable, phony will make them fall out\n  Frequencies painful run em as sonar, coflow's the callout\n  You're misaligned, I turn benign breaks into malignant\n  Knock em out the box, capture they flag and kick they can in\n  Badlands, live one down the information highway\n  Write a rhyme in braille, send a f**kin battle to your e-mail\n\n  Yes once again empty mc's we have had here for those\n  Fortune enough to feel this, blessed number one ichiban\n  Numero uno crew -- track runner stun gunner plus vocal\n  Freak show performance\n  Company flow rockin shit from the intro to the outro\n  Nevertheless I must digress for the master\n  The walking freshfest mc's pure when in soil\n  Yet shallow when the bank roll\n  The independant representation of what mc's can and should be\n  Judge prosecution defendant and jury\n\n  \"New york... new york... new york... new york...\n  New york is number one today in the house!\"\n"},{"id":30240452,"name":"Vital Nerve","trackName":"Vital Nerve","artistName":"Company Flow","albumName":"The World Famous Beat Junkies, Volume 1","duration":239.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Intro/chorus:\n\nSoon you'll see\nAs I flow fluently to frequently, another mc\nWill drop off the face of this earth, for what it's worth\nI've been the nastiest, one since birth\n\n\"New york is number one today in the house!\"\n\n(El-p)\nI'll do the simple shit, strike harder than hoffa\nEl the maladjusted mc, funcrusher\nMassive, a sign for my condition automatic\nGoldstar connect thoughts get jostled at your position\nListen, abort mission without further discussion\nDual personality, half me?\nDoc jekyll when I burn your paragraph down to a haiku\nSo tootsie roll motherf**k back to your seat cause I don't like you\nI got a hundred beats, all nicer than your joint\nKaraoke mc's need not receive g's that's the whole point\nBe out within the crowd get open like herpes simplex sores\nOn vexed pussy found that I put more crush, on crews than jets\nYou're just that simple plus overfronted -- but that's the status\nCold caught my shit you better not sit, so stop the madness\nWith hip-hop guidelines I state I never liked authority\nWhen sales control stats I place no faith in the majority\n\nChorus\n\nAuto, matic, just for my people\nAuto, matic, just for my crew\nAuto, matic if you're wack then you'll get\nKnocked out of the box and you'll deserve it too\n\n\"New york is number one today in the house!\"\n\n(El-p)\nI analyze, people call me el so son catch it\nMc's be disillusioned as hell, them can't hack it\nI'ma knock you out your tax bracket\nSlipped into the wrong hands, the mental barbarian\nStay-freshed in ziplock, money plot hatcher\nHow the f**k you gonna bring a go-cart to the grand prix hee hee\nLaughter, enter for irreconcilable disaster\nI'ma protect mine like a japanese fighting sticks master\nAim, pierce your vital nerve, the bloody conquest\nRappers they be like? bro, I sunk your battleship\nUltra-magneto, burnin pee burns my credo\nMad men cry like when you realize you got a shirt full of infrared dots\nPlus I'm scopin at this bitch, be prepared for the mental headshots\nWhen the coflow leave the room, we takin mics bitches and boom\n\n(The incredible bms...)\n\n(Bms)\nNow the mint and governor get paid, collectin off raids\nAll the cash that was made from a brother, new york undercover\n\nDon't love her, still I'm superhun\nRhyme styles monstrosities, fools never stoppin me\nI swat mc's quite easily, dunn\nImitate styles most complain you can't begin to express\nElevate off this, nine times to your brain\nMakes your mind manifest, shit's hopeless\nStop stop the nonsense, this could not accomplish\nLow pro interactive, go open carsnatchin\nCoflow, by all means necessary packin rhymes is automatic\nCheck the barrel circumfrence who done it, confirm it sewers done run it\nBms just a killer plus serial\nBut still ill and sugarhill, to the fullest extent\nTactic g represent, c-4 blowin up\nLike the doors and this president (dead, presidents)\n\nChorus\n\nAuto, matic, just for my people\nAuto, matic, just for my crew\nAuto, matic if you're wack then you'll get\nKnocked out of the box and you'll deserve it too\n\n(El-p)\nI'm gettin fresh for my freeform\nAll hold heart rocks down when I'm turnin veterans to greenhorn\nBeat it, make a bee-line, be lax or you'll be outed\nSpit words that's really cold, pinchin lymph nodes, el\nThe inconvenience to your master plan fell, your shit's abyssmal\nDecimal point, zero for the judge burnin rhyme books\nF**k basic, iambic pentameter just dissolves\nSo I'll say f**k you suck your marrow like a chicken wing, from pluck you\nLocation I'll rock like zeke, calamity\nWhat's your composure, shoot sex like vanity it's over\nDone it again brainstorm slice in your direction\nCut the belly of your block open over to c-section\nDeath callin one, for the dysfunctional son\nTrapped in my digital domain ... (the el to the p)\nYo f**k rappers that freak a fable, phony will make them fall out\nFrequencies painful run em as sonar, coflow's the callout\nYou're misaligned, I turn benign breaks into malignant\nKnock em out the box, capture they flag and kick they can in\nBadlands, live one down the information highway\nWrite a rhyme in braille, send a f**kin battle to your e-mail\n\nYes once again empty mc's we have had here for those\nFortune enough to feel this, blessed number one ichiban\nNumero uno crew -- track runner stun gunner plus vocal\nFreak show performance\nCompany flow rockin shit from the intro to the outro\nNevertheless I must digress for the master\nThe walking freshfest mc's pure when in soil\nYet shallow when the bank roll\nThe independant representation of what mc's can and should be\nJudge prosecution defendant and jury\n\n\"New york... new york... new york... new york...\nNew york is number one today in the house!\"","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.30] Intro/chorus:\n[00:04.25] Soon you'll see\n[00:05.15] As I flow fluently to frequently, another mc\n[00:06.05] Will drop off the face of this earth, for what it's worth\n[00:10.55] I've been the nastiest, one since birth\n[00:13.28] \"New york is number one today in the house!\"\n[00:25.02] (El-p)\n[00:25.92] I'll do the simple shit, strike harder than hoffa\n[00:27.73] El the maladjusted mc, funcrusher\n[00:30.48] Massive, a sign for my condition automatic\n[00:33.13] Goldstar connect thoughts get jostled at your position\n[00:35.80] Listen, abort mission without further discussion\n[00:38.52] Dual personality, half me?\n[00:41.23] Doc jekyll when I burn your paragraph down to a haiku\n[00:44.88] So tootsie roll motherf**k back to your seat cause I don't like you\n[00:47.57] I got a hundred beats, all nicer than your joint\n[00:49.35] Karaoke mc's need not receive g's that's the whole point\n[00:53.09] Be out within the crowd get open like herpes simplex sores\n[00:55.73] On vexed pussy found that I put more crush, on crews than jets\n[00:58.47] You're just that simple plus overfronted -- but that's the status\n[01:01.16] Cold caught my shit you better not sit, so stop the madness\n[01:03.85] With hip-hop guidelines I state I never liked authority\n[01:07.43] When sales control stats I place no faith in the majority\n[01:10.15] Chorus\n[01:22.74] Auto, matic, just for my people\n[01:24.60] Auto, matic, just for my crew\n[01:27.36] Auto, matic if you're wack then you'll get\n[01:29.17] Knocked out of the box and you'll deserve it too\n[01:31.81] \"New york is number one today in the house!\"\n[01:32.78] (El-p)\n[01:33.65] I analyze, people call me el so son catch it\n[01:35.41] Mc's be disillusioned as hell, them can't hack it\n[01:38.13] I'ma knock you out your tax bracket\n[01:40.81] Slipped into the wrong hands, the mental barbarian\n[01:43.57] Stay-freshed in ziplock, money plot hatcher\n[01:46.29] How the f**k you gonna bring a go-cart to the grand prix hee hee\n[01:49.89] Laughter, enter for irreconcilable disaster\n[01:51.69] I'ma protect mine like a japanese fighting sticks master\n[01:55.32] Aim, pierce your vital nerve, the bloody conquest\n[01:58.03] Rappers they be like? bro, I sunk your battleship\n[02:00.78] Ultra-magneto, burnin pee burns my credo\n[02:03.45] Mad men cry like when you realize you got a shirt full of infrared dots\n[02:06.14] Plus I'm scopin at this bitch, be prepared for the mental headshots\n[02:08.80] When the coflow leave the room, we takin mics bitches and boom\n[02:12.49] (The incredible bms...)\n[02:14.22] (Bms)\n[02:15.19] Now the mint and governor get paid, collectin off raids\n[02:17.85] All the cash that was made from a brother, new york undercover\n[02:20.62] Don't love her, still I'm superhun\n[02:23.31] Rhyme styles monstrosities, fools never stoppin me\n[02:26.02] I swat mc's quite easily, dunn\n[02:28.79] Imitate styles most complain you can't begin to express\n[02:31.47] Elevate off this, nine times to your brain\n[02:34.15] Makes your mind manifest, shit's hopeless\n[02:36.84] Stop stop the nonsense, this could not accomplish\n[02:40.42] Low pro interactive, go open carsnatchin\n[02:42.25] Coflow, by all means necessary packin rhymes is automatic\n[02:45.80] Check the barrel circumfrence who done it, confirm it sewers done run it\n[02:48.58] Bms just a killer plus serial\n[02:51.26] But still ill and sugarhill, to the fullest extent\n[02:53.98] Tactic g represent, c-4 blowin up\n[02:56.74] Like the doors and this president (dead, presidents)\n[03:00.38] Chorus\n[03:14.72] Auto, matic, just for my people\n[03:16.55] Auto, matic, just for my crew\n[03:19.26] Auto, matic if you're wack then you'll get\n[03:21.91] Knocked out of the box and you'll deserve it too\n[03:23.75] (El-p)\n[03:25.55] I'm gettin fresh for my freeform\n[03:28.23] All hold heart rocks down when I'm turnin veterans to greenhorn\n[03:31.08] Beat it, make a bee-line, be lax or you'll be outed\n[03:33.74] Spit words that's really cold, pinchin lymph nodes, el\n[03:37.39] The inconvenience to your master plan fell, your shit's abyssmal\n[03:39.12] Decimal point, zero for the judge burnin rhyme books\n[03:43.64] F**k basic, iambic pentameter just dissolves\n[03:45.48] So I'll say f**k you suck your marrow like a chicken wing, from pluck you\n[03:48.15] Location I'll rock like zeke, calamity\n[03:50.83] What's your composure, shoot sex like vanity it's over\n[03:53.53] Done it again brainstorm slice in your direction\n[03:56.28] Cut the belly of your block open over to c-section\n[03:58.95] Death callin one, for the dysfunctional son\n[04:01.75] Trapped in my digital domain ... 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bro, I sunk your battleship\n  Ultra-magneto, burnin pee burns my credo\n  Mad men cry like when you realize you got a shirt full of infrared dots\n  Plus I'm scopin at this bitch, be prepared for the mental headshots\n  When the coflow leave the room, we takin mics bitches and boom\n\n  (the incredible bms...)\n\n  (bms)\n  Now the mint and governor get paid, collectin off raids\n  All the cash that was made from a brother, new york undercover\n\n  Don't love her, still I'm superhun\n  Rhyme styles monstrosities, fools never stoppin me\n  I swat mc's quite easily, dunn\n  Imitate styles most complain you can't begin to express\n  Elevate off this, nine times to your brain\n  Makes your mind manifest, shit's hopeless\n  Stop stop the nonsense, this could not accomplish\n  Low pro interactive, go open carsnatchin\n  Coflow, by all means necessary packin rhymes is automatic\n  Check the barrel circumfrence who done it, confirm it sewers done run it\n  Bms just a killer plus serial\n  But still ill and sugarhill, to the fullest extent\n  Tactic g represent, c-4 blowin up\n  Like the doors and this president (dead, presidents)\n\n  Chorus\n\n  Auto, matic, just for my people\n  Auto, matic, just for my crew\n  Auto, matic if you're wack then you'll get\n  Knocked out of the box and you'll deserve it too\n\n  (el-p)\n  I'm gettin fresh for my freeform\n  All hold heart rocks down when I'm turnin veterans to greenhorn\n  Beat it, make a bee-line, be lax or you'll be outed\n  Spit words that's really cold, pinchin lymph nodes, el\n  The inconvenience to your master plan fell, your shit's abyssmal\n  Decimal point, zero for the judge burnin rhyme books\n  F**k basic, iambic pentameter just dissolves\n  So I'll say f**k you suck your marrow like a chicken wing, from pluck you\n  Location I'll rock like zeke, calamity\n  What's your composure, shoot sex like vanity it's over\n  Done it again brainstorm slice in your direction\n  Cut the belly of your block open over to c-section\n  Death callin one, for the dysfunctional son\n  Trapped in my digital domain ... (the el to the p)\n  Yo f**k rappers that freak a fable, phony will make them fall out\n  Frequencies painful run em as sonar, coflow's the callout\n  You're misaligned, I turn benign breaks into malignant\n  Knock em out the box, capture they flag and kick they can in\n  Badlands, live one down the information highway\n  Write a rhyme in braille, send a f**kin battle to your e-mail\n\n  Yes once again empty mc's we have had here for those\n  Fortune enough to feel this, blessed number one ichiban\n  Numero uno crew -- track runner stun gunner plus vocal\n  Freak show performance\n  Company flow rockin shit from the intro to the outro\n  Nevertheless I must digress for the master\n  The walking freshfest mc's pure when in soil\n  Yet shallow when the bank roll\n  The independant representation of what mc's can and should be\n  Judge prosecution defendant and jury\n\n  \"new york... new york... new york... new york...\n  New york is number one today in the house!\"\n"},{"id":24219968,"name":"Vital Nerve","trackName":"Vital Nerve","artistName":"Company Flow","albumName":"Funcrusher EP","duration":298.7072,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Intro/chorus:\n\nSoon you'll see\nAs I flow fluently to frequently, another mc\nWill drop off the face of this earth, for what it's worth\nI've been the nastiest, one since birth\n\n\"New york is number one today in the house!\"\n\n(El-p)\nI'll do the simple shit, strike harder than hoffa\nEl the maladjusted mc, funcrusher\nMassive, a sign for my condition automatic\nGoldstar connect thoughts get jostled at your position\nListen, abort mission without further discussion\nDual personality, half me?\nDoc jekyll when I burn your paragraph down to a haiku\nSo tootsie roll motherf**k back to your seat cause I don't like you\nI got a hundred beats, all nicer than your joint\nKaraoke mc's need not receive g's that's the whole point\nBe out within the crowd get open like herpes simplex sores\nOn vexed pussy found that I put more crush, on crews than jets\nYou're just that simple plus overfronted -- but that's the status\nCold caught my shit you better not sit, so stop the madness\nWith hip-hop guidelines I state I never liked authority\nWhen sales control stats I place no faith in the majority\n\nChorus\n\nAuto, matic, just for my people\nAuto, matic, just for my crew\nAuto, matic if you're wack then you'll get\nKnocked out of the box and you'll deserve it too\n\n\"New york is number one today in the house!\"\n\n(El-p)\nI analyze, people call me el so son catch it\nMc's be disillusioned as hell, them can't hack it\nI'ma knock you out your tax bracket\nSlipped into the wrong hands, the mental barbarian\nStay-freshed in ziplock, money plot hatcher\nHow the f**k you gonna bring a go-cart to the grand prix hee hee\nLaughter, enter for irreconcilable disaster\nI'ma protect mine like a japanese fighting sticks master\nAim, pierce your vital nerve, the bloody conquest\nRappers they be like? bro, I sunk your battleship\nUltra-magneto, burnin pee burns my credo\nMad men cry like when you realize you got a shirt full of infrared dots\nPlus I'm scopin at this bitch, be prepared for the mental headshots\nWhen the coflow leave the room, we takin mics bitches and boom\n\n(The incredible bms...)\n\n(Bms)\nNow the mint and governor get paid, collectin off raids\nAll the cash that was made from a brother, new york undercover\n\nDon't love her, still I'm superhun\nRhyme styles monstrosities, fools never stoppin me\nI swat mc's quite easily, dunn\nImitate styles most complain you can't begin to express\nElevate off this, nine times to your brain\nMakes your mind manifest, shit's hopeless\nStop stop the nonsense, this could not accomplish\nLow pro interactive, go open carsnatchin\nCoflow, by all means necessary packin rhymes is automatic\nCheck the barrel circumfrence who done it, confirm it sewers done run it\nBms just a killer plus serial\nBut still ill and sugarhill, to the fullest extent\nTactic g represent, c-4 blowin up\nLike the doors and this president (dead, presidents)\n\nChorus\n\nAuto, matic, just for my people\nAuto, matic, just for my crew\nAuto, matic if you're wack then you'll get\nKnocked out of the box and you'll deserve it too\n\n(El-p)\nI'm gettin fresh for my freeform\nAll hold heart rocks down when I'm turnin veterans to greenhorn\nBeat it, make a bee-line, be lax or you'll be outed\nSpit words that's really cold, pinchin lymph nodes, el\nThe inconvenience to your master plan fell, your shit's abyssmal\nDecimal point, zero for the judge burnin rhyme books\nF**k basic, iambic pentameter just dissolves\nSo I'll say f**k you suck your marrow like a chicken wing, from pluck you\nLocation I'll rock like zeke, calamity\nWhat's your composure, shoot sex like vanity it's over\nDone it again brainstorm slice in your direction\nCut the belly of your block open over to c-section\nDeath callin one, for the dysfunctional son\nTrapped in my digital domain ... (the el to the p)\nYo f**k rappers that freak a fable, phony will make them fall out\nFrequencies painful run em as sonar, coflow's the callout\nYou're misaligned, I turn benign breaks into malignant\nKnock em out the box, capture they flag and kick they can in\nBadlands, live one down the information highway\nWrite a rhyme in braille, send a f**kin battle to your e-mail\n\nYes once again empty mc's we have had here for those\nFortune enough to feel this, blessed number one ichiban\nNumero uno crew -- track runner stun gunner plus vocal\nFreak show performance\nCompany flow rockin shit from the intro to the outro\nNevertheless I must digress for the master\nThe walking freshfest mc's pure when in soil\nYet shallow when the bank roll\nThe independant representation of what mc's can and should be\nJudge prosecution defendant and jury\n\n\"New york... new york... new york... new york...\nNew york is number one today in the house!\"","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.30] Intro/chorus:\n[00:04.25] Soon you'll see\n[00:05.15] As I flow fluently to frequently, another mc\n[00:06.05] Will drop off the face of this earth, for what it's worth\n[00:10.55] I've been the nastiest, one since birth\n[00:13.28] \"New york is number one today in the house!\"\n[00:25.02] (El-p)\n[00:25.92] I'll do the simple shit, strike harder than hoffa\n[00:27.73] El the maladjusted mc, funcrusher\n[00:30.48] Massive, a sign for my condition automatic\n[00:33.13] Goldstar connect thoughts get jostled at your position\n[00:35.80] Listen, abort mission without further discussion\n[00:38.52] Dual personality, half me?\n[00:41.23] Doc jekyll when I burn your paragraph down to a haiku\n[00:44.88] So tootsie roll motherf**k back to your seat cause I don't like you\n[00:47.57] I got a hundred beats, all nicer than your joint\n[00:49.35] Karaoke mc's need not receive g's that's the whole point\n[00:53.09] Be out within the crowd get open like herpes simplex sores\n[00:55.73] On vexed pussy found that I put more crush, on crews than jets\n[00:58.47] You're just that simple plus overfronted -- but that's the status\n[01:01.16] Cold caught my shit you better not sit, so stop the madness\n[01:03.85] With hip-hop guidelines I state I never liked authority\n[01:07.43] When sales control stats I place no faith in the majority\n[01:10.15] Chorus\n[01:22.74] Auto, matic, just for my people\n[01:24.60] Auto, matic, just for my crew\n[01:27.36] Auto, matic if you're wack then you'll get\n[01:29.17] Knocked out of the box and you'll deserve it too\n[01:31.81] \"New york is number one today in the house!\"\n[01:32.78] (El-p)\n[01:33.65] I analyze, people call me el so son catch it\n[01:35.41] Mc's be disillusioned as hell, them can't hack it\n[01:38.13] I'ma knock you out your tax bracket\n[01:40.81] Slipped into the wrong hands, the mental barbarian\n[01:43.57] Stay-freshed in ziplock, money plot hatcher\n[01:46.29] How the f**k you gonna bring a go-cart to the grand prix hee hee\n[01:49.89] Laughter, enter for irreconcilable disaster\n[01:51.69] I'ma protect mine like a japanese fighting sticks master\n[01:55.32] Aim, pierce your vital nerve, the bloody conquest\n[01:58.03] Rappers they be like? 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bro, I sunk your battleship\nUltra-magneto, burnin pee burns my credo\nMad men cry like when you realize you got a shirt full of infrared dots\nPlus I'm scopin at this bitch, be prepared for the mental headshots\nWhen the coflow leave the room, we takin mics bitches and boom\n\n(the incredible bms...)\n\n(bms)\nNow the mint and governor get paid, collectin off raids\nAll the cash that was made from a brother, new york undercover\n\nDon't love her, still I'm superhun\nRhyme styles monstrosities, fools never stoppin me\nI swat mc's quite easily, dunn\nImitate styles most complain you can't begin to express\nElevate off this, nine times to your brain\nMakes your mind manifest, shit's hopeless\nStop stop the nonsense, this could not accomplish\nLow pro interactive, go open carsnatchin\nCoflow, by all means necessary packin rhymes is automatic\nCheck the barrel circumfrence who done it, confirm it sewers done run it\nBms just a killer plus serial\nBut still ill and sugarhill, to the fullest extent\nTactic g represent, c-4 blowin up\nLike the doors and this president (dead, presidents)\n\nChorus\n\nAuto, matic, just for my people\nAuto, matic, just for my crew\nAuto, matic if you're wack then you'll get\nKnocked out of the box and you'll deserve it too\n\n(el-p)\nI'm gettin fresh for my freeform\nAll hold heart rocks down when I'm turnin veterans to greenhorn\nBeat it, make a bee-line, be lax or you'll be outed\nSpit words that's really cold, pinchin lymph nodes, el\nThe inconvenience to your master plan fell, your shit's abyssmal\nDecimal point, zero for the judge burnin rhyme books\nF**k basic, iambic pentameter just dissolves\nSo I'll say f**k you suck your marrow like a chicken wing, from pluck you\nLocation I'll rock like zeke, calamity\nWhat's your composure, shoot sex like vanity it's over\nDone it again brainstorm slice in your direction\nCut the belly of your block open over to c-section\nDeath callin one, for the dysfunctional son\nTrapped in my digital domain ... (the el to the p)\nYo f**k rappers that freak a fable, phony will make them fall out\nFrequencies painful run em as sonar, coflow's the callout\nYou're misaligned, I turn benign breaks into malignant\nKnock em out the box, capture they flag and kick they can in\nBadlands, live one down the information highway\nWrite a rhyme in braille, send a f**kin battle to your e-mail\n\nYes once again empty mc's we have had here for those\nFortune enough to feel this, blessed number one ichiban\nNumero uno crew -- track runner stun gunner plus vocal\nFreak show performance\nCompany flow rockin shit from the intro to the outro\nNevertheless I must digress for the master\nThe walking freshfest mc's pure when in soil\nYet shallow when the bank roll\nThe independant representation of what mc's can and should be\nJudge prosecution defendant and jury\n\n\"new york... new york... new york... new york...\nNew york is number one today in the house!\"","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.30] Intro/chorus:\n[00:04.25] Soon you'll see\n[00:05.15] As I flow fluently to frequently, another mc\n[00:06.05] Will drop off the face of this earth, for what it's worth\n[00:10.55] I've been the nastiest, one since birth\n[00:13.28] \"new york is number one today in the house!\"\n[00:25.02] (el-p)\n[00:25.92] I'll do the simple shit, strike harder than hoffa\n[00:27.73] El the maladjusted mc, funcrusher\n[00:30.48] Massive, a sign for my condition automatic\n[00:33.13] Goldstar connect thoughts get jostled at your position\n[00:35.80] Listen, abort mission without further discussion\n[00:38.52] Dual personality, half me?\n[00:41.23] Doc jekyll when I burn your paragraph down to a haiku\n[00:44.88] So tootsie roll motherf**k back to your seat cause I don't like you\n[00:47.57] I got a hundred beats, all nicer than your joint\n[00:49.35] Karaoke mc's need not receive g's that's the whole point\n[00:53.09] Be out within the crowd get open like herpes simplex sores\n[00:55.73] On vexed pussy found that I put more crush, on crews than jets\n[00:58.47] You're just that simple plus overfronted -- but that's the status\n[01:01.16] Cold caught my shit you better not sit, so stop the madness\n[01:03.85] With hip-hop guidelines I state I never liked authority\n[01:07.43] When sales control stats I place no faith in the majority\n[01:10.15] Chorus\n[01:22.74] Auto, matic, just for my people\n[01:24.60] Auto, matic, just for my crew\n[01:27.36] Auto, matic if you're wack then you'll get\n[01:29.17] Knocked out of the box and you'll deserve it too\n[01:31.81] \"new york is number one today in the house!\"\n[01:32.78] (el-p)\n[01:33.65] I analyze, people call me el so son catch it\n[01:35.41] Mc's be disillusioned as hell, them can't hack it\n[01:38.13] I'ma knock you out your tax bracket\n[01:40.81] Slipped into the wrong hands, the mental barbarian\n[01:43.57] Stay-freshed in ziplock, money plot hatcher\n[01:46.29] How the f**k you gonna bring a go-cart to the grand prix hee hee\n[01:49.89] Laughter, enter for irreconcilable disaster\n[01:51.69] I'ma protect mine like a japanese fighting sticks master\n[01:55.32] Aim, pierce your vital nerve, the bloody conquest\n[01:58.03] Rappers they be like? 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(the el to the p)\n[04:05.37] Yo f**k rappers that freak a fable, phony will make them fall out\n[04:07.12] Frequencies painful run em as sonar, coflow's the callout\n[04:10.71] You're misaligned, I turn benign breaks into malignant\n[04:13.41] Knock em out the box, capture they flag and kick they can in\n[04:16.14] Badlands, live one down the information highway\n[04:18.87] Write a rhyme in braille, send a f**kin battle to your e-mail\n[04:21.52] Yes once again empty mc's we have had here for those\n[04:26.02] Fortune enough to feel this, blessed number one ichiban\n[04:28.73] Numero uno crew -- track runner stun gunner plus vocal\n[04:31.41] Freak show performance\n[04:32.37] Company flow rockin shit from the intro to the outro\n[04:35.12] Nevertheless I must digress for the master\n[04:36.84] The walking freshfest mc's pure when in soil\n[04:39.63] Yet shallow when the bank roll\n[04:40.58] The independant representation of what mc's can and should be\n[04:43.26] Judge prosecution defendant and jury\n[04:45.99] \"new york... new york... new york... new york...\n[04:51.35] New york is number one today in the house!\"\n[04:55.89] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Vital Nerve\n  artist: Company Flow\n  album: 'Rawkus: Hip Hop Classics, Vol. 1'\n  duration_ms: 302000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: 'Intro/chorus:'\n  start_ms: 3300\n  end_ms: 4250\n- text: Soon you'll see\n  start_ms: 4250\n  end_ms: 5150\n- text: As I flow fluently to frequently, another mc\n  start_ms: 5150\n  end_ms: 6050\n- text: Will drop off the face of this earth, for what it's worth\n  start_ms: 6050\n  end_ms: 10550\n- text: I've been the nastiest, one since birth\n  start_ms: 10550\n  end_ms: 13280\n- text: '\"new york is number one today in the house!\"'\n  start_ms: 13280\n  end_ms: 25020\n- text: (el-p)\n  start_ms: 25020\n  end_ms: 25920\n- text: I'll do the simple shit, strike harder than hoffa\n  start_ms: 25920\n  end_ms: 27730\n- text: El the maladjusted mc, funcrusher\n  start_ms: 27730\n  end_ms: 30480\n- text: Massive, a sign for my condition automatic\n  start_ms: 30480\n  end_ms: 33130\n- text: Goldstar connect thoughts get jostled at your position\n  start_ms: 33130\n  end_ms: 35800\n- text: Listen, abort mission without further discussion\n  start_ms: 35800\n  end_ms: 38520\n- text: Dual personality, half me?\n  start_ms: 38520\n  end_ms: 41230\n- text: Doc jekyll when I burn your paragraph down to a haiku\n  start_ms: 41230\n  end_ms: 44880\n- text: So tootsie roll motherf**k back to your seat cause I don't like you\n  start_ms: 44880\n  end_ms: 47570\n- text: I got a hundred beats, all nicer than your joint\n  start_ms: 47570\n  end_ms: 49350\n- text: Karaoke mc's need not receive g's that's the whole point\n  start_ms: 49350\n  end_ms: 53090\n- text: Be out within the crowd get open like herpes simplex sores\n  start_ms: 53090\n  end_ms: 55730\n- text: On vexed pussy found that I put more crush, on crews than jets\n  start_ms: 55730\n  end_ms: 58470\n- text: You're just that simple plus overfronted -- but that's the status\n  start_ms: 58470\n  end_ms: 61160\n- text: Cold caught my shit you better not sit, so stop the madness\n  start_ms: 61160\n  end_ms: 63850\n- text: With hip-hop guidelines I state I never liked authority\n  start_ms: 63850\n  end_ms: 67430\n- text: When sales control stats I place no faith in the majority\n  start_ms: 67430\n  end_ms: 70150\n- text: Chorus\n  start_ms: 70150\n  end_ms: 82740\n- text: Auto, matic, just for my people\n  start_ms: 82740\n  end_ms: 84600\n- text: Auto, matic, just for my crew\n  start_ms: 84600\n  end_ms: 87360\n- text: Auto, matic if you're wack then you'll get\n  start_ms: 87360\n  end_ms: 89170\n- text: Knocked out of the box and you'll deserve it too\n  start_ms: 89170\n  end_ms: 91810\n- text: '\"new york is number one today in the house!\"'\n  start_ms: 91810\n  end_ms: 92780\n- text: (el-p)\n  start_ms: 92780\n  end_ms: 93650\n- text: I analyze, people call me el so son catch it\n  start_ms: 93650\n  end_ms: 95410\n- text: Mc's be disillusioned as hell, them can't hack it\n  start_ms: 95410\n  end_ms: 98130\n- text: I'ma knock you out your tax bracket\n  start_ms: 98130\n  end_ms: 100810\n- text: Slipped into the wrong hands, the mental barbarian\n  start_ms: 100810\n  end_ms: 103570\n- text: Stay-freshed in ziplock, money plot hatcher\n  start_ms: 103570\n  end_ms: 106290\n- text: How the f**k you gonna bring a go-cart to the grand prix hee hee\n  start_ms: 106290\n  end_ms: 109890\n- text: Laughter, enter for irreconcilable disaster\n  start_ms: 109890\n  end_ms: 111690\n- text: I'ma protect mine like a japanese fighting sticks master\n  start_ms: 111690\n  end_ms: 115320\n- text: Aim, pierce your vital nerve, the bloody conquest\n  start_ms: 115320\n  end_ms: 118030\n- text: Rappers they be like? 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bro, I sunk your battleship\n  Ultra-magneto, burnin pee burns my credo\n  Mad men cry like when you realize you got a shirt full of infrared dots\n  Plus I'm scopin at this bitch, be prepared for the mental headshots\n  When the coflow leave the room, we takin mics bitches and boom\n\n  (the incredible bms...)\n\n  (bms)\n  Now the mint and governor get paid, collectin off raids\n  All the cash that was made from a brother, new york undercover\n\n  Don't love her, still I'm superhun\n  Rhyme styles monstrosities, fools never stoppin me\n  I swat mc's quite easily, dunn\n  Imitate styles most complain you can't begin to express\n  Elevate off this, nine times to your brain\n  Makes your mind manifest, shit's hopeless\n  Stop stop the nonsense, this could not accomplish\n  Low pro interactive, go open carsnatchin\n  Coflow, by all means necessary packin rhymes is automatic\n  Check the barrel circumfrence who done it, confirm it sewers done run it\n  Bms just a killer plus serial\n  But still ill and sugarhill, to the fullest extent\n  Tactic g represent, c-4 blowin up\n  Like the doors and this president (dead, presidents)\n\n  Chorus\n\n  Auto, matic, just for my people\n  Auto, matic, just for my crew\n  Auto, matic if you're wack then you'll get\n  Knocked out of the box and you'll deserve it too\n\n  (el-p)\n  I'm gettin fresh for my freeform\n  All hold heart rocks down when I'm turnin veterans to greenhorn\n  Beat it, make a bee-line, be lax or you'll be outed\n  Spit words that's really cold, pinchin lymph nodes, el\n  The inconvenience to your master plan fell, your shit's abyssmal\n  Decimal point, zero for the judge burnin rhyme books\n  F**k basic, iambic pentameter just dissolves\n  So I'll say f**k you suck your marrow like a chicken wing, from pluck you\n  Location I'll rock like zeke, calamity\n  What's your composure, shoot sex like vanity it's over\n  Done it again brainstorm slice in your direction\n  Cut the belly of your block open over to c-section\n  Death callin one, for the dysfunctional son\n  Trapped in my digital domain ... (the el to the p)\n  Yo f**k rappers that freak a fable, phony will make them fall out\n  Frequencies painful run em as sonar, coflow's the callout\n  You're misaligned, I turn benign breaks into malignant\n  Knock em out the box, capture they flag and kick they can in\n  Badlands, live one down the information highway\n  Write a rhyme in braille, send a f**kin battle to your e-mail\n\n  Yes once again empty mc's we have had here for those\n  Fortune enough to feel this, blessed number one ichiban\n  Numero uno crew -- track runner stun gunner plus vocal\n  Freak show performance\n  Company flow rockin shit from the intro to the outro\n  Nevertheless I must digress for the master\n  The walking freshfest mc's pure when in soil\n  Yet shallow when the bank roll\n  The independant representation of what mc's can and should be\n  Judge prosecution defendant and jury\n\n  \"new york... new york... new york... new york...\n  New york is number one today in the house!\"\n"},{"id":34286529,"name":"Vital Nerve","trackName":"Vital Nerve","artistName":"Company Flow","albumName":"Funcrusher","duration":303.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Intro/chorus:\n\nSoon you'll see\nAs I flow fluently to frequently, another mc\nWill drop off the face of this earth, for what it's worth\nI've been the nastiest, one since birth\n\n\"New york is number one today in the house!\"\n\n(El-p)\nI'll do the simple shit, strike harder than hoffa\nEl the maladjusted mc, funcrusher\nMassive, a sign for my condition automatic\nGoldstar connect thoughts get jostled at your position\nListen, abort mission without further discussion\nDual personality, half me?\nDoc jekyll when I burn your paragraph down to a haiku\nSo tootsie roll motherf**k back to your seat cause I don't like you\nI got a hundred beats, all nicer than your joint\nKaraoke mc's need not receive g's that's the whole point\nBe out within the crowd get open like herpes simplex sores\nOn vexed pussy found that I put more crush, on crews than jets\nYou're just that simple plus overfronted -- but that's the status\nCold caught my shit you better not sit, so stop the madness\nWith hip-hop guidelines I state I never liked authority\nWhen sales control stats I place no faith in the majority\n\nChorus\n\nAuto, matic, just for my people\nAuto, matic, just for my crew\nAuto, matic if you're wack then you'll get\nKnocked out of the box and you'll deserve it too\n\n\"New york is number one today in the house!\"\n\n(El-p)\nI analyze, people call me el so son catch it\nMc's be disillusioned as hell, them can't hack it\nI'ma knock you out your tax bracket\nSlipped into the wrong hands, the mental barbarian\nStay-freshed in ziplock, money plot hatcher\nHow the f**k you gonna bring a go-cart to the grand prix hee hee\nLaughter, enter for irreconcilable disaster\nI'ma protect mine like a japanese fighting sticks master\nAim, pierce your vital nerve, the bloody conquest\nRappers they be like? bro, I sunk your battleship\nUltra-magneto, burnin pee burns my credo\nMad men cry like when you realize you got a shirt full of infrared dots\nPlus I'm scopin at this bitch, be prepared for the mental headshots\nWhen the coflow leave the room, we takin mics bitches and boom\n\n(The incredible bms...)\n\n(Bms)\nNow the mint and governor get paid, collectin off raids\nAll the cash that was made from a brother, new york undercover\n\nDon't love her, still I'm superhun\nRhyme styles monstrosities, fools never stoppin me\nI swat mc's quite easily, dunn\nImitate styles most complain you can't begin to express\nElevate off this, nine times to your brain\nMakes your mind manifest, shit's hopeless\nStop stop the nonsense, this could not accomplish\nLow pro interactive, go open carsnatchin\nCoflow, by all means necessary packin rhymes is automatic\nCheck the barrel circumfrence who done it, confirm it sewers done run it\nBms just a killer plus serial\nBut still ill and sugarhill, to the fullest extent\nTactic g represent, c-4 blowin up\nLike the doors and this president (dead, presidents)\n\nChorus\n\nAuto, matic, just for my people\nAuto, matic, just for my crew\nAuto, matic if you're wack then you'll get\nKnocked out of the box and you'll deserve it too\n\n(El-p)\nI'm gettin fresh for my freeform\nAll hold heart rocks down when I'm turnin veterans to greenhorn\nBeat it, make a bee-line, be lax or you'll be outed\nSpit words that's really cold, pinchin lymph nodes, el\nThe inconvenience to your master plan fell, your shit's abyssmal\nDecimal point, zero for the judge burnin rhyme books\nF**k basic, iambic pentameter just dissolves\nSo I'll say f**k you suck your marrow like a chicken wing, from pluck you\nLocation I'll rock like zeke, calamity\nWhat's your composure, shoot sex like vanity it's over\nDone it again brainstorm slice in your direction\nCut the belly of your block open over to c-section\nDeath callin one, for the dysfunctional son\nTrapped in my digital domain ... 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bro, I sunk your battleship\n  Ultra-magneto, burnin pee burns my credo\n  Mad men cry like when you realize you got a shirt full of infrared dots\n  Plus I'm scopin at this bitch, be prepared for the mental headshots\n  When the coflow leave the room, we takin mics bitches and boom\n\n  (The incredible bms...)\n\n  (Bms)\n  Now the mint and governor get paid, collectin off raids\n  All the cash that was made from a brother, new york undercover\n\n  Don't love her, still I'm superhun\n  Rhyme styles monstrosities, fools never stoppin me\n  I swat mc's quite easily, dunn\n  Imitate styles most complain you can't begin to express\n  Elevate off this, nine times to your brain\n  Makes your mind manifest, shit's hopeless\n  Stop stop the nonsense, this could not accomplish\n  Low pro interactive, go open carsnatchin\n  Coflow, by all means necessary packin rhymes is automatic\n  Check the barrel circumfrence who done it, confirm it sewers done run it\n  Bms just a killer plus serial\n  But still ill and sugarhill, to the fullest extent\n  Tactic g represent, c-4 blowin up\n  Like the doors and this president (dead, presidents)\n\n  Chorus\n\n  Auto, matic, just for my people\n  Auto, matic, just for my crew\n  Auto, matic if you're wack then you'll get\n  Knocked out of the box and you'll deserve it too\n\n  (El-p)\n  I'm gettin fresh for my freeform\n  All hold heart rocks down when I'm turnin veterans to greenhorn\n  Beat it, make a bee-line, be lax or you'll be outed\n  Spit words that's really cold, pinchin lymph nodes, el\n  The inconvenience to your master plan fell, your shit's abyssmal\n  Decimal point, zero for the judge burnin rhyme books\n  F**k basic, iambic pentameter just dissolves\n  So I'll say f**k you suck your marrow like a chicken wing, from pluck you\n  Location I'll rock like zeke, calamity\n  What's your composure, shoot sex like vanity it's over\n  Done it again brainstorm slice in your direction\n  Cut the belly of your block open over to c-section\n  Death callin one, for the dysfunctional son\n  Trapped in my digital domain ... (the el to the p)\n  Yo f**k rappers that freak a fable, phony will make them fall out\n  Frequencies painful run em as sonar, coflow's the callout\n  You're misaligned, I turn benign breaks into malignant\n  Knock em out the box, capture they flag and kick they can in\n  Badlands, live one down the information highway\n  Write a rhyme in braille, send a f**kin battle to your e-mail\n\n  Yes once again empty mc's we have had here for those\n  Fortune enough to feel this, blessed number one ichiban\n  Numero uno crew -- track runner stun gunner plus vocal\n  Freak show performance\n  Company flow rockin shit from the intro to the outro\n  Nevertheless I must digress for the master\n  The walking freshfest mc's pure when in soil\n  Yet shallow when the bank roll\n  The independant representation of what mc's can and should be\n  Judge prosecution defendant and jury\n\n  \"New york... new york... new york... new york...\n  New york is number one today in the house!\"\n"},{"id":35649369,"name":"Vital Nerve","trackName":"Vital Nerve","artistName":"Company Flow","albumName":"Eight Steps to Perfection (single)","duration":300.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Intro/chorus:\n\nSoon you'll see\nAs I flow fluently to frequently, another mc\nWill drop off the face of this earth, for what it's worth\nI've been the nastiest, one since birth\n\n\"New york is number one today in the house!\"\n\n(El-p)\nI'll do the simple shit, strike harder than hoffa\nEl the maladjusted mc, funcrusher\nMassive, a sign for my condition automatic\nGoldstar connect thoughts get jostled at your position\nListen, abort mission without further discussion\nDual personality, half me?\nDoc jekyll when I burn your paragraph down to a haiku\nSo tootsie roll motherf**k back to your seat cause I don't like you\nI got a hundred beats, all nicer than your joint\nKaraoke mc's need not receive g's that's the whole point\nBe out within the crowd get open like herpes simplex sores\nOn vexed pussy found that I put more crush, on crews than jets\nYou're just that simple plus overfronted -- but that's the status\nCold caught my shit you better not sit, so stop the madness\nWith hip-hop guidelines I state I never liked authority\nWhen sales control stats I place no faith in the majority\n\nChorus\n\nAuto, matic, just for my people\nAuto, matic, just for my crew\nAuto, matic if you're wack then you'll get\nKnocked out of the box and you'll deserve it too\n\n\"New york is number one today in the house!\"\n\n(El-p)\nI analyze, people call me el so son catch it\nMc's be disillusioned as hell, them can't hack it\nI'ma knock you out your tax bracket\nSlipped into the wrong hands, the mental barbarian\nStay-freshed in ziplock, money plot hatcher\nHow the f**k you gonna bring a go-cart to the grand prix hee hee\nLaughter, enter for irreconcilable disaster\nI'ma protect mine like a japanese fighting sticks master\nAim, pierce your vital nerve, the bloody conquest\nRappers they be like? bro, I sunk your battleship\nUltra-magneto, burnin pee burns my credo\nMad men cry like when you realize you got a shirt full of infrared dots\nPlus I'm scopin at this bitch, be prepared for the mental headshots\nWhen the coflow leave the room, we takin mics bitches and boom\n\n(The incredible bms...)\n\n(Bms)\nNow the mint and governor get paid, collectin off raids\nAll the cash that was made from a brother, new york undercover\n\nDon't love her, still I'm superhun\nRhyme styles monstrosities, fools never stoppin me\nI swat mc's quite easily, dunn\nImitate styles most complain you can't begin to express\nElevate off this, nine times to your brain\nMakes your mind manifest, shit's hopeless\nStop stop the nonsense, this could not accomplish\nLow pro interactive, go open carsnatchin\nCoflow, by all means necessary packin rhymes is automatic\nCheck the barrel circumfrence who done it, confirm it sewers done run it\nBms just a killer plus serial\nBut still ill and sugarhill, to the fullest extent\nTactic g represent, c-4 blowin up\nLike the doors and this president (dead, presidents)\n\nChorus\n\nAuto, matic, just for my people\nAuto, matic, just for my crew\nAuto, matic if you're wack then you'll get\nKnocked out of the box and you'll deserve it too\n\n(El-p)\nI'm gettin fresh for my freeform\nAll hold heart rocks down when I'm turnin veterans to greenhorn\nBeat it, make a bee-line, be lax or you'll be outed\nSpit words that's really cold, pinchin lymph nodes, el\nThe inconvenience to your master plan fell, your shit's abyssmal\nDecimal point, zero for the judge burnin rhyme books\nF**k basic, iambic pentameter just dissolves\nSo I'll say f**k you suck your marrow like a chicken wing, from pluck you\nLocation I'll rock like zeke, calamity\nWhat's your composure, shoot sex like vanity it's over\nDone it again brainstorm slice in your direction\nCut the belly of your block open over to c-section\nDeath callin one, for the dysfunctional son\nTrapped in my digital domain ... 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(the el to the p)\n  Yo f**k rappers that freak a fable, phony will make them fall out\n  Frequencies painful run em as sonar, coflow's the callout\n  You're misaligned, I turn benign breaks into malignant\n  Knock em out the box, capture they flag and kick they can in\n  Badlands, live one down the information highway\n  Write a rhyme in braille, send a f**kin battle to your e-mail\n\n  Yes once again empty mc's we have had here for those\n  Fortune enough to feel this, blessed number one ichiban\n  Numero uno crew -- track runner stun gunner plus vocal\n  Freak show performance\n  Company flow rockin shit from the intro to the outro\n  Nevertheless I must digress for the master\n  The walking freshfest mc's pure when in soil\n  Yet shallow when the bank roll\n  The independant representation of what mc's can and should be\n  Judge prosecution defendant and jury\n\n  \"New york... new york... new york... new york...\n  New york is number one today in the house!\"\n"},{"id":1922641,"name":"Vital Nerve","trackName":"Vital Nerve","artistName":"Company Flow/BMS","albumName":"Funcrusher Plus","duration":301.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Intro/chorus:\n\nSoon you'll see\nAs I flow fluently to frequently, another mc\nWill drop off the face of this earth, for what it's worth\nI've been the nastiest, one since birth\n\n\"New york is number one today in the house!\"\n\n(El-p)\nI'll do the simple shit, strike harder than hoffa\nEl the maladjusted mc, funcrusher\nMassive, a sign for my condition automatic\nGoldstar connect thoughts get jostled at your position\nListen, abort mission without further discussion\nDual personality, half me?\nDoc jekyll when I burn your paragraph down to a haiku\nSo tootsie roll motherf**k back to your seat cause I don't like you\nI got a hundred beats, all nicer than your joint\nKaraoke mc's need not receive g's that's the whole point\nBe out within the crowd get open like herpes simplex sores\nOn vexed pussy found that I put more crush, on crews than jets\nYou're just that simple plus overfronted -- but that's the status\nCold caught my shit you better not sit, so stop the madness\nWith hip-hop guidelines I state I never liked authority\nWhen sales control stats I place no faith in the majority\n\nChorus\n\nAuto, matic, just for my people\nAuto, matic, just for my crew\nAuto, matic if you're wack then you'll get\nKnocked out of the box and you'll deserve it too\n\n\"New york is number one today in the house!\"\n\n(El-p)\nI analyze, people call me el so son catch it\nMc's be disillusioned as hell, them can't hack it\nI'ma knock you out your tax bracket\nSlipped into the wrong hands, the mental barbarian\nStay-freshed in ziplock, money plot hatcher\nHow the f**k you gonna bring a go-cart to the grand prix hee hee\nLaughter, enter for irreconcilable disaster\nI'ma protect mine like a japanese fighting sticks master\nAim, pierce your vital nerve, the bloody conquest\nRappers they be like? bro, I sunk your battleship\nUltra-magneto, burnin pee burns my credo\nMad men cry like when you realize you got a shirt full of infrared dots\nPlus I'm scopin at this bitch, be prepared for the mental headshots\nWhen the coflow leave the room, we takin mics bitches and boom\n\n(The incredible bms...)\n\n(Bms)\nNow the mint and governor get paid, collectin off raids\nAll the cash that was made from a brother, new york undercover\n\nDon't love her, still I'm superhun\nRhyme styles monstrosities, fools never stoppin me\nI swat mc's quite easily, dunn\nImitate styles most complain you can't begin to express\nElevate off this, nine times to your brain\nMakes your mind manifest, shit's hopeless\nStop stop the nonsense, this could not accomplish\nLow pro interactive, go open carsnatchin\nCoflow, by all means necessary packin rhymes is automatic\nCheck the barrel circumfrence who done it, confirm it sewers done run it\nBms just a killer plus serial\nBut still ill and sugarhill, to the fullest extent\nTactic g represent, c-4 blowin up\nLike the doors and this president (dead, presidents)\n\nChorus\n\nAuto, matic, just for my people\nAuto, matic, just for my crew\nAuto, matic if you're wack then you'll get\nKnocked out of the box and you'll deserve it too\n\n(El-p)\nI'm gettin fresh for my freeform\nAll hold heart rocks down when I'm turnin veterans to greenhorn\nBeat it, make a bee-line, be lax or you'll be outed\nSpit words that's really cold, pinchin lymph nodes, el\nThe inconvenience to your master plan fell, your shit's abyssmal\nDecimal point, zero for the judge burnin rhyme books\nF**k basic, iambic pentameter just dissolves\nSo I'll say f**k you suck your marrow like a chicken wing, from pluck you\nLocation I'll rock like zeke, calamity\nWhat's your composure, shoot sex like vanity it's over\nDone it again brainstorm slice in your direction\nCut the belly of your block open over to c-section\nDeath callin one, for the dysfunctional son\nTrapped in my digital domain ... (the el to the p)\nYo f**k rappers that freak a fable, phony will make them fall out\nFrequencies painful run em as sonar, coflow's the callout\nYou're misaligned, I turn benign breaks into malignant\nKnock em out the box, capture they flag and kick they can in\nBadlands, live one down the information highway\nWrite a rhyme in braille, send a f**kin battle to your e-mail\n\nYes once again empty mc's we have had here for those\nFortune enough to feel this, blessed number one ichiban\nNumero uno crew -- track runner stun gunner plus vocal\nFreak show performance\nCompany flow rockin shit from the intro to the outro\nNevertheless I must digress for the master\nThe walking freshfest mc's pure when in soil\nYet shallow when the bank roll\nThe independant representation of what mc's can and should be\nJudge prosecution defendant and jury\n\n\"New york... new york... new york... new york...\nNew york is number one today in the house!\"","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.30] Intro/chorus:\n[00:04.25] Soon you'll see\n[00:05.15] As I flow fluently to frequently, another mc\n[00:06.05] Will drop off the face of this earth, for what it's worth\n[00:10.55] I've been the nastiest, one since birth\n[00:13.28] \"New york is number one today in the house!\"\n[00:25.02] (El-p)\n[00:25.92] I'll do the simple shit, strike harder than hoffa\n[00:27.73] El the maladjusted mc, funcrusher\n[00:30.48] Massive, a sign for my condition automatic\n[00:33.13] Goldstar connect thoughts get jostled at your position\n[00:35.80] Listen, abort mission without further discussion\n[00:38.52] Dual personality, half me?\n[00:41.23] Doc jekyll when I burn your paragraph down to a haiku\n[00:44.88] So tootsie roll motherf**k back to your seat cause I don't like you\n[00:47.57] I got a hundred beats, all nicer than your joint\n[00:49.35] Karaoke mc's need not receive g's that's the whole point\n[00:53.09] Be out within the crowd get open like herpes simplex sores\n[00:55.73] On vexed pussy found that I put more crush, on crews than jets\n[00:58.47] You're just that simple plus overfronted -- but that's the status\n[01:01.16] Cold caught my shit you better not sit, so stop the madness\n[01:03.85] With hip-hop guidelines I state I never liked authority\n[01:07.43] When sales control stats I place no faith in the majority\n[01:10.15] Chorus\n[01:22.74] Auto, matic, just for my people\n[01:24.60] Auto, matic, just for my crew\n[01:27.36] Auto, matic if you're wack then you'll get\n[01:29.17] Knocked out of the box and you'll deserve it too\n[01:31.81] \"New york is number one today in the house!\"\n[01:32.78] (El-p)\n[01:33.65] I analyze, people call me el so son catch it\n[01:35.41] Mc's be disillusioned as hell, them can't hack it\n[01:38.13] I'ma knock you out your tax bracket\n[01:40.81] Slipped into the wrong hands, the mental barbarian\n[01:43.57] Stay-freshed in ziplock, money plot hatcher\n[01:46.29] How the f**k you gonna bring a go-cart to the grand prix hee hee\n[01:49.89] Laughter, enter for irreconcilable disaster\n[01:51.69] I'ma protect mine like a japanese fighting sticks master\n[01:55.32] Aim, pierce your vital nerve, the bloody conquest\n[01:58.03] Rappers they be like? bro, I sunk your battleship\n[02:00.78] Ultra-magneto, burnin pee burns my credo\n[02:03.45] Mad men cry like when you realize you got a shirt full of infrared dots\n[02:06.14] Plus I'm scopin at this bitch, be prepared for the mental headshots\n[02:08.80] When the coflow leave the room, we takin mics bitches and boom\n[02:12.49] (The incredible bms...)\n[02:14.22] (Bms)\n[02:15.19] Now the mint and governor get paid, collectin off raids\n[02:17.85] All the cash that was made from a brother, new york undercover\n[02:20.62] Don't love her, still I'm superhun\n[02:23.31] Rhyme styles monstrosities, fools never stoppin me\n[02:26.02] I swat mc's quite easily, dunn\n[02:28.79] Imitate styles most complain you can't begin to express\n[02:31.47] Elevate off this, nine times to your brain\n[02:34.15] Makes your mind manifest, shit's hopeless\n[02:36.84] Stop stop the nonsense, this could not accomplish\n[02:40.42] Low pro interactive, go open carsnatchin\n[02:42.25] Coflow, by all means necessary packin rhymes is automatic\n[02:45.80] Check the barrel circumfrence who done it, confirm it sewers done run it\n[02:48.58] Bms just a killer plus serial\n[02:51.26] But still ill and sugarhill, to the fullest extent\n[02:53.98] Tactic g represent, c-4 blowin up\n[02:56.74] Like the doors and this president (dead, presidents)\n[03:00.38] Chorus\n[03:14.72] Auto, matic, just for my people\n[03:16.55] Auto, matic, just for my crew\n[03:19.26] Auto, matic if you're wack then you'll get\n[03:21.91] Knocked out of the box and you'll deserve it too\n[03:23.75] (El-p)\n[03:25.55] I'm gettin fresh for my freeform\n[03:28.23] All hold heart rocks down when I'm turnin veterans to greenhorn\n[03:31.08] Beat it, make a bee-line, be lax or you'll be outed\n[03:33.74] Spit words that's really cold, pinchin lymph nodes, el\n[03:37.39] The inconvenience to your master plan fell, your shit's abyssmal\n[03:39.12] Decimal point, zero for the judge burnin rhyme books\n[03:43.64] F**k basic, iambic pentameter just dissolves\n[03:45.48] So I'll say f**k you suck your marrow like a chicken wing, from pluck you\n[03:48.15] Location I'll rock like zeke, calamity\n[03:50.83] What's your composure, shoot sex like vanity it's over\n[03:53.53] Done it again brainstorm slice in your direction\n[03:56.28] Cut the belly of your block open over to c-section\n[03:58.95] Death callin one, for the dysfunctional son\n[04:01.75] Trapped in my digital domain ... (the el to the p)\n[04:05.37] Yo f**k rappers that freak a fable, phony will make them fall out\n[04:07.12] Frequencies painful run em as sonar, coflow's the callout\n[04:10.71] You're misaligned, I turn benign breaks into malignant\n[04:13.41] Knock em out the box, capture they flag and kick they can in\n[04:16.14] Badlands, live one down the information highway\n[04:18.87] Write a rhyme in braille, send a f**kin battle to your e-mail\n[04:21.52] Yes once again empty mc's we have had here for those\n[04:26.02] Fortune enough to feel this, blessed number one ichiban\n[04:28.73] Numero uno crew -- track runner stun gunner plus vocal\n[04:31.41] Freak show performance\n[04:32.37] Company flow rockin shit from the intro to the outro\n[04:35.12] Nevertheless I must digress for the master\n[04:36.84] The walking freshfest mc's pure when in soil\n[04:39.63] Yet shallow when the bank roll\n[04:40.58] The independant representation of what mc's can and should be\n[04:43.26] Judge prosecution defendant and jury\n[04:45.99] \"New york... new york... new york... new york...\n[04:51.35] New york is number one today in the house!\"\n[04:55.89] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Vital Nerve\n  artist: Company Flow/BMS\n  album: Funcrusher Plus\n  duration_ms: 301000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: 'Intro/chorus:'\n  start_ms: 3300\n  end_ms: 4250\n- text: Soon you'll see\n  start_ms: 4250\n  end_ms: 5150\n- text: As I flow fluently to frequently, another mc\n  start_ms: 5150\n  end_ms: 6050\n- text: Will drop off the face of this earth, for what it's worth\n  start_ms: 6050\n  end_ms: 10550\n- text: I've been the nastiest, one since birth\n  start_ms: 10550\n  end_ms: 13280\n- text: '\"New york is number one today in the house!\"'\n  start_ms: 13280\n  end_ms: 25020\n- text: (El-p)\n  start_ms: 25020\n  end_ms: 25920\n- text: I'll do the simple shit, strike harder than hoffa\n  start_ms: 25920\n  end_ms: 27730\n- text: El the maladjusted mc, funcrusher\n  start_ms: 27730\n  end_ms: 30480\n- text: Massive, a sign for my condition automatic\n  start_ms: 30480\n  end_ms: 33130\n- text: Goldstar connect thoughts get jostled at your position\n  start_ms: 33130\n  end_ms: 35800\n- text: Listen, abort mission without further discussion\n  start_ms: 35800\n  end_ms: 38520\n- text: Dual personality, half me?\n  start_ms: 38520\n  end_ms: 41230\n- text: Doc jekyll when I burn your paragraph down to a haiku\n  start_ms: 41230\n  end_ms: 44880\n- text: So tootsie roll motherf**k back to your seat cause I don't like you\n  start_ms: 44880\n  end_ms: 47570\n- text: I got a hundred beats, all nicer than your joint\n  start_ms: 47570\n  end_ms: 49350\n- text: Karaoke mc's need not receive g's that's the whole point\n  start_ms: 49350\n  end_ms: 53090\n- text: Be out within the crowd get open like herpes simplex sores\n  start_ms: 53090\n  end_ms: 55730\n- text: On vexed pussy found that I put more crush, on crews than jets\n  start_ms: 55730\n  end_ms: 58470\n- text: You're just that simple plus overfronted -- but that's the status\n  start_ms: 58470\n  end_ms: 61160\n- text: Cold caught my shit you better not sit, so stop the madness\n  start_ms: 61160\n  end_ms: 63850\n- text: With hip-hop guidelines I state I never liked authority\n  start_ms: 63850\n  end_ms: 67430\n- text: When sales control stats I place no faith in the majority\n  start_ms: 67430\n  end_ms: 70150\n- text: Chorus\n  start_ms: 70150\n  end_ms: 82740\n- text: Auto, matic, just for my people\n  start_ms: 82740\n  end_ms: 84600\n- text: Auto, matic, just for my crew\n  start_ms: 84600\n  end_ms: 87360\n- text: Auto, matic if you're wack then you'll get\n  start_ms: 87360\n  end_ms: 89170\n- text: Knocked out of the box and you'll deserve it too\n  start_ms: 89170\n  end_ms: 91810\n- text: '\"New york is number one today in the house!\"'\n  start_ms: 91810\n  end_ms: 92780\n- text: (El-p)\n  start_ms: 92780\n  end_ms: 93650\n- text: I analyze, people call me el so son catch it\n  start_ms: 93650\n  end_ms: 95410\n- text: Mc's be disillusioned as hell, them can't hack it\n  start_ms: 95410\n  end_ms: 98130\n- text: I'ma knock you out your tax bracket\n  start_ms: 98130\n  end_ms: 100810\n- text: Slipped into the wrong hands, the mental barbarian\n  start_ms: 100810\n  end_ms: 103570\n- text: Stay-freshed in ziplock, money plot hatcher\n  start_ms: 103570\n  end_ms: 106290\n- text: How the f**k you gonna bring a go-cart to the grand prix hee hee\n  start_ms: 106290\n  end_ms: 109890\n- text: Laughter, enter for irreconcilable disaster\n  start_ms: 109890\n  end_ms: 111690\n- text: I'ma protect mine like a japanese fighting sticks master\n  start_ms: 111690\n  end_ms: 115320\n- text: Aim, pierce your vital nerve, the bloody conquest\n  start_ms: 115320\n  end_ms: 118030\n- text: Rappers they be like? 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bro, I sunk your battleship\n  Ultra-magneto, burnin pee burns my credo\n  Mad men cry like when you realize you got a shirt full of infrared dots\n  Plus I'm scopin at this bitch, be prepared for the mental headshots\n  When the coflow leave the room, we takin mics bitches and boom\n\n  (The incredible bms...)\n\n  (Bms)\n  Now the mint and governor get paid, collectin off raids\n  All the cash that was made from a brother, new york undercover\n\n  Don't love her, still I'm superhun\n  Rhyme styles monstrosities, fools never stoppin me\n  I swat mc's quite easily, dunn\n  Imitate styles most complain you can't begin to express\n  Elevate off this, nine times to your brain\n  Makes your mind manifest, shit's hopeless\n  Stop stop the nonsense, this could not accomplish\n  Low pro interactive, go open carsnatchin\n  Coflow, by all means necessary packin rhymes is automatic\n  Check the barrel circumfrence who done it, confirm it sewers done run it\n  Bms just a killer plus serial\n  But still ill and sugarhill, to the fullest extent\n  Tactic g represent, c-4 blowin up\n  Like the doors and this president (dead, presidents)\n\n  Chorus\n\n  Auto, matic, just for my people\n  Auto, matic, just for my crew\n  Auto, matic if you're wack then you'll get\n  Knocked out of the box and you'll deserve it too\n\n  (El-p)\n  I'm gettin fresh for my freeform\n  All hold heart rocks down when I'm turnin veterans to greenhorn\n  Beat it, make a bee-line, be lax or you'll be outed\n  Spit words that's really cold, pinchin lymph nodes, el\n  The inconvenience to your master plan fell, your shit's abyssmal\n  Decimal point, zero for the judge burnin rhyme books\n  F**k basic, iambic pentameter just dissolves\n  So I'll say f**k you suck your marrow like a chicken wing, from pluck you\n  Location I'll rock like zeke, calamity\n  What's your composure, shoot sex like vanity it's over\n  Done it again brainstorm slice in your direction\n  Cut the belly of your block open over to c-section\n  Death callin one, for the dysfunctional son\n  Trapped in my digital domain ... (the el to the p)\n  Yo f**k rappers that freak a fable, phony will make them fall out\n  Frequencies painful run em as sonar, coflow's the callout\n  You're misaligned, I turn benign breaks into malignant\n  Knock em out the box, capture they flag and kick they can in\n  Badlands, live one down the information highway\n  Write a rhyme in braille, send a f**kin battle to your e-mail\n\n  Yes once again empty mc's we have had here for those\n  Fortune enough to feel this, blessed number one ichiban\n  Numero uno crew -- track runner stun gunner plus vocal\n  Freak show performance\n  Company flow rockin shit from the intro to the outro\n  Nevertheless I must digress for the master\n  The walking freshfest mc's pure when in soil\n  Yet shallow when the bank roll\n  The independant representation of what mc's can and should be\n  Judge prosecution defendant and jury\n\n  \"New york... new york... new york... new york...\n  New york is number one today in the 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than your joint\nKaraoke mc's need not receive g's that's the whole point\nBe out within the crowd get open like herpes simplex sores\nOn vexed pussy found that I put more crush, on crews than jets\nYou're just that simple plus overfronted -- but that's the status\nCold caught my shit you better not sit, so stop the madness\nWith hip-hop guidelines I state I never liked authority\nWhen sales control stats I place no faith in the majority\n\nChorus\n\nAuto, matic, just for my people\nAuto, matic, just for my crew\nAuto, matic if you're wack then you'll get\nKnocked out of the box and you'll deserve it too\n\n\"New york is number one today in the house!\"\n\n(El-p)\nI analyze, people call me el so son catch it\nMc's be disillusioned as hell, them can't hack it\nI'ma knock you out your tax bracket\nSlipped into the wrong hands, the mental barbarian\nStay-freshed in ziplock, money plot hatcher\nHow the f**k you gonna bring a go-cart to the grand prix hee hee\nLaughter, enter for 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brainstorm slice in your direction\nCut the belly of your block open over to c-section\nDeath callin one, for the dysfunctional son\nTrapped in my digital domain ... 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(the el to the p)\n[04:05.64] Yo f**k rappers that freak a fable, phony will make them fall out\n[04:08.89] Frequencies painful run em as sonar, coflow's the callout\n[04:11.89] You're misaligned, I turn benign breaks into malignant\n[04:15.75] Knock em out the box, capture they flag and kick they can in\n[04:17.25] Badlands, live one down the information highway\n[04:19.91] Write a rhyme in braille, send a f**kin battle to your e-mail\n[04:23.74] Yes once again empty mc's we have had here for those\n[04:27.06] Fortune enough to feel this, blessed number one ichiban\n[04:29.45] Numero uno crew -- track runner stun gunner plus vocal\n[04:32.25] Freak show performance\n[04:33.70] Company flow rockin shit from the intro to the outro\n[04:36.76] Nevertheless I must digress for the master\n[04:38.00] The walking freshfest mc's pure when in soil\n[04:40.60] Yet shallow when the bank roll\n[04:42.16] The independant representation of what mc's can and should be\n[04:45.28] Judge prosecution defendant and jury\n[04:48.37] \"New york... new york... new york... new york...\n[04:54.53] New york is number one today in the house!\"\n[04:58.73] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Vital Nerve (Featuring BMS)\n  artist: Company Flow\n  album: Funcrusher Plus\n  duration_ms: 301000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: 'Intro/chorus:'\n  start_ms: 4450\n  end_ms: 4970\n- text: Soon you'll see\n  start_ms: 4970\n  end_ms: 5620\n- text: As I flow fluently to frequently, another mc\n  start_ms: 5620\n  end_ms: 8810\n- text: Will drop off the face of this earth, for what it's worth\n  start_ms: 8810\n  end_ms: 11610\n- text: I've been the nastiest, one since birth\n  start_ms: 11610\n  end_ms: 25040\n- text: '\"New york is number one today in the house!\"'\n  start_ms: 25040\n  end_ms: 25360\n- text: (El-p)\n  start_ms: 25360\n  end_ms: 25720\n- text: I'll do the simple shit, strike harder than hoffa\n  start_ms: 25720\n  end_ms: 28520\n- text: El the maladjusted mc, funcrusher\n  start_ms: 28520\n  end_ms: 31430\n- text: Massive, a sign for my condition automatic\n  start_ms: 31430\n  end_ms: 34210\n- text: Goldstar connect thoughts get jostled at your position\n  start_ms: 34210\n  end_ms: 37870\n- text: Listen, abort mission without further discussion\n  start_ms: 37870\n  end_ms: 39420\n- text: Dual personality, half me?\n  start_ms: 39420\n  end_ms: 41330\n- text: Doc jekyll when I burn your paragraph down to a haiku\n  start_ms: 41330\n  end_ms: 45430\n- text: So tootsie roll motherf**k back to your seat cause I don't like you\n  start_ms: 45430\n  end_ms: 48080\n- text: I got a hundred beats, all nicer than your joint\n  start_ms: 48080\n  end_ms: 50850\n- text: Karaoke mc's need not receive g's that's the whole point\n  start_ms: 50850\n  end_ms: 53990\n- text: Be out within the crowd get open like herpes simplex sores\n  start_ms: 53990\n  end_ms: 57140\n- text: On vexed pussy found that I put more crush, on crews than jets\n  start_ms: 57140\n  end_ms: 59590\n- text: You're just that simple plus overfronted -- but that's the status\n  start_ms: 59590\n  end_ms: 63570\n- text: Cold caught my shit you better not sit, so stop the madness\n  start_ms: 63570\n  end_ms: 65280\n- text: With hip-hop guidelines I state I never liked authority\n  start_ms: 65280\n  end_ms: 67680\n- text: When sales control stats I place no faith in the majority\n  start_ms: 67680\n  end_ms: 70900\n- text: Chorus\n  start_ms: 70900\n  end_ms: 83130\n- text: Auto, matic, just for my people\n  start_ms: 83130\n  end_ms: 85170\n- text: Auto, matic, just for my crew\n  start_ms: 85170\n  end_ms: 87960\n- text: Auto, matic if you're wack then you'll get\n  start_ms: 87960\n  end_ms: 90360\n- text: Knocked out of the box and you'll deserve it too\n  start_ms: 90360\n  end_ms: 92910\n- text: '\"New york is number one today in the house!\"'\n  start_ms: 92910\n  end_ms: 93040\n- text: (El-p)\n  start_ms: 93040\n  end_ms: 93520\n- text: I analyze, people call me el so son catch it\n  start_ms: 93520\n  end_ms: 96570\n- text: Mc's be disillusioned as hell, them can't hack it\n  start_ms: 96570\n  end_ms: 99810\n- text: I'ma knock you out your tax bracket\n  start_ms: 99810\n  end_ms: 101850\n- text: Slipped into the wrong hands, the mental barbarian\n  start_ms: 101850\n  end_ms: 104580\n- text: Stay-freshed in ziplock, money plot hatcher\n  start_ms: 104580\n  end_ms: 106930\n- text: How the f**k you gonna bring a go-cart to the grand prix hee hee\n  start_ms: 106930\n  end_ms: 110490\n- text: Laughter, enter for irreconcilable disaster\n  start_ms: 110490\n  end_ms: 115150\n- text: I'ma protect mine like a japanese fighting sticks master\n  start_ms: 115150\n  end_ms: 116060\n- text: Aim, pierce your vital nerve, the bloody conquest\n  start_ms: 116060\n  end_ms: 118510\n- text: Rappers they be like? 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(the el to the p)\n  Yo f**k rappers that freak a fable, phony will make them fall out\n  Frequencies painful run em as sonar, coflow's the callout\n  You're misaligned, I turn benign breaks into malignant\n  Knock em out the box, capture they flag and kick they can in\n  Badlands, live one down the information highway\n  Write a rhyme in braille, send a f**kin battle to your e-mail\n\n  Yes once again empty mc's we have had here for those\n  Fortune enough to feel this, blessed number one ichiban\n  Numero uno crew -- track runner stun gunner plus vocal\n  Freak show performance\n  Company flow rockin shit from the intro to the outro\n  Nevertheless I must digress for the master\n  The walking freshfest mc's pure when in soil\n  Yet shallow when the bank roll\n  The independant representation of what mc's can and should be\n  Judge prosecution defendant and jury\n\n  \"New york... new york... new york... new york...\n  New york is number one today in the house!\"\n"},{"id":2201680,"name":"Vital Nerve (feat. 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(the el to the p)\nYo f**k rappers that freak a fable, phony will make them fall out\nFrequencies painful run em as sonar, coflow's the callout\nYou're misaligned, I turn benign breaks into malignant\nKnock em out the box, capture they flag and kick they can in\nBadlands, live one down the information highway\nWrite a rhyme in braille, send a f**kin battle to your e-mail\n\nYes once again empty mc's we have had here for those\nFortune enough to feel this, blessed number one ichiban\nNumero uno crew -- track runner stun gunner plus vocal\nFreak show performance\nCompany flow rockin shit from the intro to the outro\nNevertheless I must digress for the master\nThe walking freshfest mc's pure when in soil\nYet shallow when the bank roll\nThe independant representation of what mc's can and should be\nJudge prosecution defendant and jury\n\n\"new york... new york... new york... new york...\nNew york is number one today in the house!\"","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.30] Intro/chorus:\n[00:04.25] Soon you'll see\n[00:05.15] As I flow fluently to frequently, another mc\n[00:06.05] Will drop off the face of this earth, for what it's worth\n[00:10.55] I've been the nastiest, one since birth\n[00:13.28] \"new york is number one today in the house!\"\n[00:25.02] (el-p)\n[00:25.92] I'll do the simple shit, strike harder than hoffa\n[00:27.73] El the maladjusted mc, funcrusher\n[00:30.48] Massive, a sign for my condition automatic\n[00:33.13] Goldstar connect thoughts get jostled at your position\n[00:35.80] Listen, abort mission without further discussion\n[00:38.52] Dual personality, half me?\n[00:41.23] Doc jekyll when I burn your paragraph down to a haiku\n[00:44.88] So tootsie roll motherf**k back to your seat cause I don't like you\n[00:47.57] I got a hundred beats, all nicer than your joint\n[00:49.35] Karaoke mc's need not receive g's that's the whole point\n[00:53.09] Be out within the crowd get open like herpes simplex sores\n[00:55.73] On vexed pussy found that I put more crush, on crews than jets\n[00:58.47] You're just that simple plus overfronted -- but that's the status\n[01:01.16] Cold caught my shit you better not sit, so stop the madness\n[01:03.85] With hip-hop guidelines I state I never liked authority\n[01:07.43] When sales control stats I place no faith in the majority\n[01:10.15] Chorus\n[01:22.74] Auto, matic, just for my people\n[01:24.60] Auto, matic, just for my crew\n[01:27.36] Auto, matic if you're wack then you'll get\n[01:29.17] Knocked out of the box and you'll deserve it too\n[01:31.81] \"new york is number one today in the house!\"\n[01:32.78] (el-p)\n[01:33.65] I analyze, people call me el so son catch it\n[01:35.41] Mc's be disillusioned as hell, them can't hack it\n[01:38.13] I'ma knock you out your tax bracket\n[01:40.81] Slipped into the wrong hands, the mental barbarian\n[01:43.57] Stay-freshed in ziplock, money plot hatcher\n[01:46.29] How the f**k you gonna bring a go-cart to the grand prix hee hee\n[01:49.89] Laughter, enter for irreconcilable disaster\n[01:51.69] I'ma protect mine like a japanese fighting sticks master\n[01:55.32] Aim, pierce your vital nerve, the bloody conquest\n[01:58.03] Rappers they be like? 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(the el to the p)\n  start_ms: 241750\n  end_ms: 245370\n- text: Yo f**k rappers that freak a fable, phony will make them fall out\n  start_ms: 245370\n  end_ms: 247120\n- text: Frequencies painful run em as sonar, coflow's the callout\n  start_ms: 247120\n  end_ms: 250710\n- text: You're misaligned, I turn benign breaks into malignant\n  start_ms: 250710\n  end_ms: 253410\n- text: Knock em out the box, capture they flag and kick they can in\n  start_ms: 253410\n  end_ms: 256140\n- text: Badlands, live one down the information highway\n  start_ms: 256140\n  end_ms: 258870\n- text: Write a rhyme in braille, send a f**kin battle to your e-mail\n  start_ms: 258870\n  end_ms: 261520\n- text: Yes once again empty mc's we have had here for those\n  start_ms: 261520\n  end_ms: 266020\n- text: Fortune enough to feel this, blessed number one ichiban\n  start_ms: 266020\n  end_ms: 268730\n- text: Numero uno crew -- track runner stun gunner plus vocal\n  start_ms: 268730\n  end_ms: 271410\n- text: Freak show performance\n  start_ms: 271410\n  end_ms: 272370\n- text: Company flow rockin shit from the intro to the outro\n  start_ms: 272370\n  end_ms: 275120\n- text: Nevertheless I must digress for the master\n  start_ms: 275120\n  end_ms: 276840\n- text: The walking freshfest mc's pure when in soil\n  start_ms: 276840\n  end_ms: 279630\n- text: Yet shallow when the bank roll\n  start_ms: 279630\n  end_ms: 280580\n- text: The independant representation of what mc's can and should be\n  start_ms: 280580\n  end_ms: 283260\n- text: Judge prosecution defendant and jury\n  start_ms: 283260\n  end_ms: 285990\n- text: '\"new york... new york... new york... new york...'\n  start_ms: 285990\n  end_ms: 291350\n- text: New york is number one today in the house!\"\n  start_ms: 291350\n  end_ms: 295890\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 295890\nplain: |-\n  Intro/chorus:\n\n  Soon you'll see\n  As I flow fluently to frequently, another mc\n  Will drop off the face of this earth, for what it's worth\n  I've been the nastiest, one since birth\n\n  \"new york is number one today in the house!\"\n\n  (el-p)\n  I'll do the simple shit, strike harder than hoffa\n  El the maladjusted mc, funcrusher\n  Massive, a sign for my condition automatic\n  Goldstar connect thoughts get jostled at your position\n  Listen, abort mission without further discussion\n  Dual personality, half me?\n  Doc jekyll when I burn your paragraph down to a haiku\n  So tootsie roll motherf**k back to your seat cause I don't like you\n  I got a hundred beats, all nicer than your joint\n  Karaoke mc's need not receive g's that's the whole point\n  Be out within the crowd get open like herpes simplex sores\n  On vexed pussy found that I put more crush, on crews than jets\n  You're just that simple plus overfronted -- but that's the status\n  Cold caught my shit you better not sit, so stop the madness\n  With hip-hop guidelines I state I never liked authority\n  When sales control stats I place no faith in the majority\n\n  Chorus\n\n  Auto, matic, just for my people\n  Auto, matic, just for my crew\n  Auto, matic if you're wack then you'll get\n  Knocked out of the box and you'll deserve it too\n\n  \"new york is number one today in the house!\"\n\n  (el-p)\n  I analyze, people call me el so son catch it\n  Mc's be disillusioned as hell, them can't hack it\n  I'ma knock you out your tax bracket\n  Slipped into the wrong hands, the mental barbarian\n  Stay-freshed in ziplock, money plot hatcher\n  How the f**k you gonna bring a go-cart to the grand prix hee hee\n  Laughter, enter for irreconcilable disaster\n  I'ma protect mine like a japanese fighting sticks master\n  Aim, pierce your vital nerve, the bloody conquest\n  Rappers they be like? bro, I sunk your battleship\n  Ultra-magneto, burnin pee burns my credo\n  Mad men cry like when you realize you got a shirt full of infrared dots\n  Plus I'm scopin at this bitch, be prepared for the mental headshots\n  When the coflow leave the room, we takin mics bitches and boom\n\n  (the incredible bms...)\n\n  (bms)\n  Now the mint and governor get paid, collectin off raids\n  All the cash that was made from a brother, new york undercover\n\n  Don't love her, still I'm superhun\n  Rhyme styles monstrosities, fools never stoppin me\n  I swat mc's quite easily, dunn\n  Imitate styles most complain you can't begin to express\n  Elevate off this, nine times to your brain\n  Makes your mind manifest, shit's hopeless\n  Stop stop the nonsense, this could not accomplish\n  Low pro interactive, go open carsnatchin\n  Coflow, by all means necessary packin rhymes is automatic\n  Check the barrel circumfrence who done it, confirm it sewers done run it\n  Bms just a killer plus serial\n  But still ill and sugarhill, to the fullest extent\n  Tactic g represent, c-4 blowin up\n  Like the doors and this president (dead, presidents)\n\n  Chorus\n\n  Auto, matic, just for my people\n  Auto, matic, just for my crew\n  Auto, matic if you're wack then you'll get\n  Knocked out of the box and you'll deserve it too\n\n  (el-p)\n  I'm gettin fresh for my freeform\n  All hold heart rocks down when I'm turnin veterans to greenhorn\n  Beat it, make a bee-line, be lax or you'll be outed\n  Spit words that's really cold, pinchin lymph nodes, el\n  The inconvenience to your master plan fell, your shit's abyssmal\n  Decimal point, zero for the judge burnin rhyme books\n  F**k basic, iambic pentameter just dissolves\n  So I'll say f**k you suck your marrow like a chicken wing, from pluck you\n  Location I'll rock like zeke, calamity\n  What's your composure, shoot sex like vanity it's over\n  Done it again brainstorm slice in your direction\n  Cut the belly of your block open over to c-section\n  Death callin one, for the dysfunctional son\n  Trapped in my digital domain ... (the el to the p)\n  Yo f**k rappers that freak a fable, phony will make them fall out\n  Frequencies painful run em as sonar, coflow's the callout\n  You're misaligned, I turn benign breaks into malignant\n  Knock em out the box, capture they flag and kick they can in\n  Badlands, live one down the information highway\n  Write a rhyme in braille, send a f**kin battle to your e-mail\n\n  Yes once again empty mc's we have had here for those\n  Fortune enough to feel this, blessed number one ichiban\n  Numero uno crew -- track runner stun gunner plus vocal\n  Freak show performance\n  Company flow rockin shit from the intro to the outro\n  Nevertheless I must digress for the master\n  The walking freshfest mc's pure when in soil\n  Yet shallow when the bank roll\n  The independant representation of what mc's can and should be\n  Judge prosecution defendant and jury\n\n  \"new york... new york... new york... new york...\n  New york is number one today in the house!\"\n"},{"id":38737060,"name":"Vital Nerve (Feat․ BMS)","trackName":"Vital Nerve (Feat․ BMS)","artistName":"Company Flow","albumName":"Funcrusher Plus","duration":300.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Soon you'll see\nAs I flow fluently to frequently, another MC\nWill drop off the face of this Earth, for what it's worth\nI've been the nastiest, one since birth\n\nNew York is number one today in the house\n\nI'll do the simple shit, strike harder than Hoffa\nEl the maladjusted MC, Funcrusher\nMassive, a sign for my condition automatic\nGoldstar connect thoughts get jostled at your position\nListen, abort mission without further discussion\n\nDual personality, half me?\nDoc Jekyll when I burn your paragraph down to a haiku\nSo Tootsie Roll motherfuck back to your seat 'cause I don't like you\nI got a hundred beats, all nicer than your joint\nKaraoke MC's need not receive G's that's the whole point\n\nBe out within the crowd get open like herpes simplex sores\nOn vexed pussy found that I put more crush, on crews than Jets\nYou're just that simple plus overfronted but that's the status\nCold caught my shit you better not sit, so stop the madness\nWith hip-hop guidelines I state I never liked authority\nWhen sales control stats I place no faith in the majority\n\nAutomatic, just for my people\nAutomatic, just for my crew\n\nAutomatic if you're wack then you'll get\nKnocked out of the box and you'll deserve it too\n\nNew York is number one today in the house\n\nI analyze, people call me El so son catch it\nMC's be disillusioned as hell, them can't hack it\nI'ma knock you out your tax bracket\nSlipped into the wrong hands, the mental barbarian\n\nStay-Freshed in Ziplock, money plot hatcher\nHow the fuck you gonna bring a Go-Cart to the Grand Prix\n\nhee hee\nLaughter, enter for irreconcilable disaster\nI'ma protect mine like a Japanese fighting sticks master\nAim, pierce your vital nerve, the bloody conquest\n\nRappers they be like bro, I sunk your battleship\nUltra-magneto, burnin' pee burns my credo\nMad men cry like when you realize you got a shirt full of infrared dots\nPlus I'm scopin' at this bitch, be prepared for the mental headshots\n\nWhen the CoFlow leave the room, we takin mics bitches and boom\n\nThe incredible BMS\n\nNow the mint and governor get paid, collectin' off raids\nAll the cash that was made from a brother, New York Undercover\nDon't love her, still I'm SuperHun\nRhyme styles monstrosities, fools never stoppin' me\nI swat MC's quite easily, Dunn\n\nImitate styles most complain you can't begin to express\nElevate off this, nine times to your brain\nMakes your mind manifest, shit's hopeless\nStop stop the nonsense, this could not accomplish\nLow pro interactive, go open carsnatchin'\n\nCoFlow, by all means necessary, packin' rhymes is automatic\n\nCheck the barrel circumfrence who done it\nConfirm it, sewers done run it, BMS just a killer plus serial\nBut still ill and Sugarhill to the fullest extent\nTactic G represent, C-4 blowin' up\nLike the doors and this president\n(Dead, Presidents)\n\nAutomatic, just for my people\nAutomatic, just for my crew\nAutomatic if you're wack then you'll get\nKnocked out of the box and you'll deserve it too\nI'm gettin' fresh for my freeform\nAll hold heart rocks down when I'm turnin' veterans to greenhorn\nBeat it, make a bee-line, be lax or you'll be outed\nSpit words that's really cold, pinchin' lymph nodes, El\nThe inconvenience to your master plan fell, your shit's abyssmal\n\nDecimal point, zero for the judge burnin' rhyme books\nFuck basic, iambic pentameter just dissolves\nSo I'll say fuck you, suck your marrow like a chicken wing\nFrom pluck you\nLocation I'll rock like Zeke, calamity\n\nWhat's your composure, shoot sex like Vanity it's over\nDone it again brainstorm slice in your direction\nCut the belly of your block open over to C-Section\nDeath callin' one, for the dysfunctional son\nTrapped in my digital domain\n(The El to the 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master\n[01:55.35] Aim, pierce your vital nerve, the bloody conquest\n[01:57.18] Rappers they be like bro, I sunk your battleship\n[02:00.89] Ultra-magneto, burnin' pee burns my credo\n[02:03.65] Mad men cry like when you realize you got a shirt full of infrared dots\n[02:06.34] Plus I'm scopin' at this bitch, be prepared for the mental headshots\n[02:09.04] When the CoFlow leave the room, we takin mics bitches and boom\n[02:12.64] The incredible BMS\n[02:14.54] Now the mint and governor get paid, collectin' off raids\n[02:17.28] All the cash that was made from a brother, New York Undercover\n[02:20.84] Don't love her, still I'm SuperHun\n[02:23.61] Rhyme styles monstrosities, fools never stoppin' me\n[02:26.37] I swat MC's quite easily, Dunn\n[02:28.12] Imitate styles most complain you can't begin to express\n[02:31.82] Elevate off this, nine times to your brain\n[02:34.54] Makes your mind manifest, shit's hopeless\n[02:36.37] Stop stop the nonsense, this could not 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Frequencies painful run 'em as sonar, CoFlow's the callout\n  You're misaligned, I turn benign breaks into malignant\n\n  Knock 'em out the box, capture they flag and kick they can in\n  Badlands, live one down the information highway\n  Write a rhyme in braille, send a fuckin' battle to your e-mail\n\n  Yes, once again empty MC's we have had here for those\n  Fortune enough to feel this, blessed number one ichiban\n  Numero uno crew, track runner stun gunner plus vocal\n  Freak show performance\n  Company Flow rockin' shit from the intro to the outro\n\n  Nevertheless I must digress for the master\n  The walking Fresh Fest MC's pure when in soil\n  Yet shallow when the bank roll\n  The independent representation of what MC's can and should be\n  Judge prosecution defendant and jury\n\n  New York, New York, New York, New York\n  New York is number one today in the house\n"}]