[{"id":10560857,"name":"Killa Hill Niggas","trackName":"Killa Hill Niggas","artistName":"Cypress Hill","albumName":"Killa Hill Niggas","duration":243.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Esto no me gusta, aquí la gente, la gente no sirve pa' mierda, aquí\nYo soy, yo soy Capitan Pingaloca, y to' mundo aquí, me sirve a mi o va\nPa'l carajo, oye, revolución compadre!\n\nIn the midst of the madness no question, who's the baddest?\nMC's in the game runnin' for the status\nTake a few seconds to review the crews\nSittin' on top is the Hill lookin' over you\nKilla Hill Niggas, cream in my dream\nCookin' up a scheme for all them big bank figures\nThe world is yours, but it can be mine and his\nBust you out the frame, I don't give a fuck who it is\n\nNumber one mission, opposition\nGet thrown sent home in dead position\nIn the casket, best wishes\nAt the bottom of the lake, sleeping with the fishes\nFull out search for the body\nOf the MCs who be comin' to disrupt the party\nNo wins, no ends, no way\nThat I'm ever gonna let you come back again!\n\nCheck my dramatics, brains get splattered, dreams shattered\nSabas get blasted for words he packaged\nPeep the sequence; crab adolescents, on his defense\nPower-U niggas talkin' fast like Puerto Ricans\nWhat you seekin', son I catch cream like Dominicans\nLast Mohican, lyrics I'm speakin', wild as Indians\nTomahawk, Shaolin slang, the violent talk\nUpstate New York, where chumps get extorted for Newports\nWhat you thought?\n\nY ya esta dicho\nTodos los que no les guste mi 'rebote' van a morir\nYo le voy a meter una bala a la cabeza a cualquier maricon, que no me\nPersiga a mi a la 'singadapuerta', oye, hijo e' puta\nQuiero quemarte la cara\n\nWords drop in chant, the cheeky-eyed slant\nI'm takin' these cannabis plants yo for grant'\nExotic, narcotic, tunes slam soon\nFrom a dune in the desert, mega-Babylon pleasure\nComin' out the domepiece, smell my aroma\nWarrior nomad put you in a coma\nComma, llama, smash-crashin' your armor\nDrama, I'm a stealth aircraft bomber\n\nHere is where I dwell at the gates o' hell\nIt ain't where you're from it's where you're in the mentals\nAnd if not yo, credentials are essential\nI see reality, few things surrounding me\nFree like a spirit, precise strikes the lyric\nNot fronting or bragging, hundred percent red dragon\nPine fragranced lyrics, the rhymes you can't imagine\nThe globe-trotter, call me Meadowlark Lemon\nFive part criminal, two part felon (esto es muy antiguo)\n\nEsta dicho!\nAquí, la revolución!\nNo se va a ver por televisión\nTodos los maricones del norte, que los voy a matar yo\nVa a ser aquí en nuestro país\nY todos los 'singao masones'\n\nQue están chingando el mundo\nTambién, van a ver la muerte de ellos mismos\nEn las manos de ellos. Un día, va a ser sangre\"\nMucha sangre\nLa peste de los cuerpos muertos, van a oír\nQue se va a hueler hasta los Estados Unidos, estos cabrones\nQue con la democracia, que nos 'tan chingando en el culo\nTodos son unos mismos cabrones","syncedLyrics":"[00:37.21] Esto no me gusta, aquí la gente, la gente no sirve pa' mierda, aquí\n[00:44.24] Yo soy, yo soy Capitan Pingaloca, y to' mundo aquí, me sirve a mi o va\n[00:51.60] Pa'l carajo, oye, revolución compadre!\n[00:55.97] In the midst of the madness no question, who's the baddest?\n[00:59.26] MC's in the game runnin' for the status\n[01:01.87] Take a few seconds to review the crews\n[01:04.57] Sittin' on top is the Hill lookin' over you\n[01:07.13] Killa Hill Niggas, cream in my dream\n[01:09.30] Cookin' up a scheme for all them big bank figures\n[01:12.24] The world is yours, but it can be mine and his\n[01:15.00] Bust you out the frame, I don't give a fuck who it is\n[01:17.52] Number one mission, opposition\n[01:19.73] Get thrown sent home in dead position\n[01:23.14] In the casket, best wishes\n[01:25.14] At the bottom of the lake, sleeping with the fishes\n[01:27.91] Full out search for the body\n[01:29.66] Of the MCs who be comin' to disrupt the party\n[01:33.28] No wins, no ends, no way\n[01:35.87] That I'm ever gonna let you come back again!\n[01:37.99] Check my dramatics, brains get splattered, dreams shattered\n[01:41.17] Sabas get blasted for words he packaged\n[01:44.45] Peep the sequence; crab adolescents, on his defense\n[01:46.38] Power-U niggas talkin' fast like Puerto Ricans\n[01:48.44] What you seekin', son I catch cream like Dominicans\n[01:51.23] Last Mohican, lyrics I'm speakin', wild as Indians\n[01:53.93] Tomahawk, Shaolin slang, the violent talk\n[01:56.39] Upstate New York, where chumps get extorted for Newports\n[01:58.98] What you thought?\n[01:59.94] Y ya esta dicho\n[02:01.56] Todos los que no les guste mi 'rebote' van a morir\n[02:05.85] Yo le voy a meter una bala a la cabeza a cualquier maricon, que no me\n[02:09.74] Persiga a mi a la 'singadapuerta', oye, hijo e' puta\n[02:15.81] Quiero quemarte la cara\n[02:20.26] Words drop in chant, the cheeky-eyed slant\n[02:22.51] I'm takin' these cannabis plants yo for grant'\n[02:25.07] Exotic, narcotic, tunes slam soon\n[02:27.73] From a dune in the desert, mega-Babylon pleasure\n[02:30.38] Comin' out the domepiece, smell my aroma\n[02:33.01] Warrior nomad put you in a coma\n[02:36.04] Comma, llama, smash-crashin' your armor\n[02:38.33] Drama, I'm a stealth aircraft bomber\n[02:40.71] Here is where I dwell at the gates o' hell\n[02:43.56] It ain't where you're from it's where you're in the mentals\n[02:46.36] And if not yo, credentials are essential\n[02:48.85] I see reality, few things surrounding me\n[02:51.42] Free like a spirit, precise strikes the lyric\n[02:53.87] Not fronting or bragging, hundred percent red dragon\n[02:56.72] Pine fragranced lyrics, the rhymes you can't imagine\n[02:59.39] The globe-trotter, call me Meadowlark Lemon\n[03:01.93] Five part criminal, two part felon (esto es muy antiguo)\n[03:04.12] Esta dicho!\n[03:05.77] Aquí, la revolución!\n[03:09.09] No se va a ver por televisión\n[03:12.00] Todos los maricones del norte, que los voy a matar yo\n[03:17.22] Va a ser aquí en nuestro país\n[03:20.02] Y todos los 'singao masones'\n[03:22.93] Que están chingando el mundo\n[03:26.10] También, van a ver la muerte de ellos mismos\n[03:29.99] En las manos de ellos. Un día, va a ser sangre\"\n[03:35.46] Mucha sangre\n[03:38.06] La peste de los cuerpos muertos, van a oír\n[03:43.24] Que se va a hueler hasta los Estados Unidos, estos cabrones\n[03:50.21] Que con la democracia, que nos 'tan chingando en el culo\n[03:55.18] Todos son unos mismos cabrones\n[03:59.01] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Killa Hill Niggas\n  artist: Cypress Hill\n  album: Killa Hill Niggas\n  duration_ms: 243000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Esto no me gusta, aquí la gente, la gente no sirve pa' mierda, aquí\n  start_ms: 37210\n  end_ms: 44240\n- text: Yo soy, yo soy Capitan Pingaloca, y to' mundo aquí, me sirve a mi o va\n  start_ms: 44240\n  end_ms: 51600\n- text: Pa'l carajo, oye, revolución compadre!\n  start_ms: 51600\n  end_ms: 55970\n- text: In the midst of the madness no question, who's the baddest?\n  start_ms: 55970\n  end_ms: 59260\n- text: MC's in the game runnin' for the status\n  start_ms: 59260\n  end_ms: 61870\n- text: Take a few seconds to review the crews\n  start_ms: 61870\n  end_ms: 64570\n- text: Sittin' on top is the Hill lookin' over you\n  start_ms: 64570\n  end_ms: 67130\n- text: Killa Hill Niggas, cream in my dream\n  start_ms: 67130\n  end_ms: 69300\n- text: Cookin' up a scheme for all them big bank figures\n  start_ms: 69300\n  end_ms: 72240\n- text: The world is yours, but it can be mine and his\n  start_ms: 72240\n  end_ms: 75000\n- text: Bust you out the frame, I don't give a fuck who it is\n  start_ms: 75000\n  end_ms: 77520\n- text: Number one mission, opposition\n  start_ms: 77520\n  end_ms: 79730\n- text: Get thrown sent home in dead position\n  start_ms: 79730\n  end_ms: 83140\n- text: In the casket, best wishes\n  start_ms: 83140\n  end_ms: 85140\n- text: At the bottom of the lake, sleeping with the fishes\n  start_ms: 85140\n  end_ms: 87910\n- text: Full out search for the body\n  start_ms: 87910\n  end_ms: 89660\n- text: Of the MCs who be comin' to disrupt the party\n  start_ms: 89660\n  end_ms: 93280\n- text: No wins, no ends, no way\n  start_ms: 93280\n  end_ms: 95870\n- text: That I'm ever gonna let you come back again!\n  start_ms: 95870\n  end_ms: 97990\n- text: Check my dramatics, brains get splattered, dreams shattered\n  start_ms: 97990\n  end_ms: 101170\n- text: Sabas get blasted for words he packaged\n  start_ms: 101170\n  end_ms: 104450\n- text: Peep the sequence; 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Un día, va a ser sangre\"\n  Mucha sangre\n  La peste de los cuerpos muertos, van a oír\n  Que se va a hueler hasta los Estados Unidos, estos cabrones\n  Que con la democracia, que nos 'tan chingando en el culo\n  Todos son unos mismos cabrones\n"},{"id":18803217,"name":"Killa Hill Niggas","trackName":"Killa Hill Niggas","artistName":"Cypress Hill","albumName":"The Essential Cypress Hill","duration":207.490612,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"\"Esto no me gusta, aquí la gente, la gente no sirve pa' mierda, aquí\nYo soy, yo soy Capitan Pingaloca, y to' mundo aquí, me sirve a mi o va\nPa'l carajo, oye, revolución compadre!\"\n\nIn the midst of the madness\nNo question, who's the baddest\nMCs in the game runnin for the status\nTake a few seconds to review the crews\nSittin' on top is the Hill lookin' over you\nKilla Hill Niggas\nCleaned in my dream\nCookin' up a scheme\nFor all them big bank niggas\nThe world is yours, but it can be mine and his\nBust you out the frame, I don't give a fuck who it is\nNumber one mission, opposition\nGet dumb, succumb and then position\nIn a casket, best wishes\nAt the bottom of the lake, sleepin' with the fishes\nFull out search for the body\nOf the MCs who be comin' to disrupt the party\nNo wins, no ends, no way\n\nThat I'm ever gonna let ya come back again!\n\nCheck my dramatics\nBrains get splattered\nDreams shattered\nSabas get blasted for words he packaged\nBeat the sequence\nBravado lessons on his defense\nPile you niggas talkin' fast like Puerto Ricans\nWhat you seekin'\nSon I catch clean like Dominicans\nLast Mohican\nWitness I'm speakin, loud as Indians, tomahawk\nShaolin slang, the violent talk\nUpstate New York\n\nWhere chumps get extorted for Newports\nWhat you thought\n\n\"Y ya esta dicho. Todos los que no les guste mi 'rebote' van a morir\nYo le voy a meter una bala a la cabeza a cualquier maricon, que no me\nPersiga a mi a la 'singadapuerta', oye, hijo e' puta! Quiero quemarte la\nCara!\"\n\nWords droppin' chant\nThe check DI slant\nI'm taking these cannabis plants\nYo for granted\nExotic narcotic\nTunes slam soon\nFrom a dune\nIn the desert\nMega-Babylon pleasure\nComin' out the domepiece, smell my aroma\nWarrior nomad\nPut you in a coma\nComma\nLlama\nSmash-crashin' your armor\nDrama\nI'm a\nStealth aircraft bomber\nHere is where I dwell\nAt the gates o' hell\nIt ain't where you're from\nIt's where you're in the mentals\nAnd if not, yo' credentials\nAre essential\nI see reality\nView things surrounding me\nFree like a spread, precise strikes the lyric\nNot frontin' or braggin'\nHundred percent red dragon\nPine fragranced lyrics, the rhymes you can't imagine\nThe globe-trotter, call me Meadowlog Lemon\nFive part criminal, two part felon\n\n\"Esta dicho! Aquí, la revelación! No se la ve por television, todos\nLos maricones del norte, que los voy a matar yo, va a ser aquí en nuestro\nPais y todos los 'singamasones', que están singando un mundo, tambien,\nVan a ver la muerte de ellos mismos, lo en las manos de ellos, un día,\nVa a ser sangre, mucha sangre, la peste de los cuerpos muertos, vas a\nOír, que se va a hueler', hasta los Estados Unidos, estos cabrones, que con\nLa democracia, que nos 'tan singando en el culo, todos son unos mismos\nCabrones\"","syncedLyrics":"[00:40.20] \"Esto no me gusta, aquí la gente, la gente no sirve pa' mierda, aquí\n[00:45.49] Yo soy, yo soy Capitan Pingaloca, y to' mundo aquí, me sirve a mi o va\n[00:50.36] Pa'l carajo, oye, revolución compadre!\"\n[00:56.26] In the midst of the madness\n[00:57.73] No question, who's the baddest\n[00:59.24] MCs in the game runnin for the status\n[01:01.24] Take a few seconds to review the crews\n[01:03.52] Sittin' on top is the Hill lookin' over you\n[01:06.57] Killa Hill Niggas\n[01:08.38] Cleaned in my dream\n[01:09.60] Cookin' up a scheme\n[01:10.85] For all them big bank niggas\n[01:12.20] The world is yours, but it can be mine and his\n[01:14.77] Bust you out the frame, I don't give a fuck who it is\n[01:17.46] Number one mission, opposition\n[01:19.57] Get dumb, succumb and then position\n[01:22.47] In a casket, best wishes\n[01:24.33] At the bottom of the lake, sleepin' with the fishes\n[01:27.60] Full out search for the body\n[01:30.23] Of the MCs who be comin' to disrupt the party\n[01:33.20] No wins, no ends, no way\n[01:35.82] That I'm ever gonna let ya come back again!\n[01:38.63] Check my dramatics\n[01:39.44] Brains get splattered\n[01:40.34] Dreams shattered\n[01:41.21] Sabas get blasted for words he packaged\n[01:42.36] Beat the sequence\n[01:44.38] Bravado lessons on his defense\n[01:46.26] Pile you niggas talkin' fast like Puerto Ricans\n[01:48.49] What you seekin'\n[01:49.67] Son I catch clean like Dominicans\n[01:51.25] Last Mohican\n[01:52.38] Witness I'm speakin, loud as Indians, tomahawk\n[01:54.14] Shaolin slang, the violent talk\n[01:56.02] Upstate New York\n[01:58.12] Where chumps get extorted for Newports\n[01:59.48] What you thought\n[02:00.77] \"Y ya esta dicho. Todos los que no les guste mi 'rebote' van a morir\n[02:06.14] Yo le voy a meter una bala a la cabeza a cualquier maricon, que no me\n[02:09.96] Persiga a mi a la 'singadapuerta', oye, hijo e' puta! Quiero quemarte la\n[02:16.66] Cara!\"\n[02:20.04] Words droppin' chant\n[02:21.10] The check DI slant\n[02:22.57] I'm taking these cannabis plants\n[02:24.11] Yo for granted\n[02:24.97] Exotic narcotic\n[02:26.33] Tunes slam soon\n[02:27.49] From a dune\n[02:28.81] In the desert\n[02:29.54] Mega-Babylon pleasure\n[02:30.92] Comin' out the domepiece, smell my aroma\n[02:32.11] Warrior nomad\n[02:34.16] Put you in a coma\n[02:36.06] Comma\n[02:36.66] Llama\n[02:37.11] Smash-crashin' your armor\n[02:38.27] Drama\n[02:39.02] I'm a\n[02:39.80] Stealth aircraft bomber\n[02:41.03] Here is where I dwell\n[02:42.22] At the gates o' hell\n[02:43.17] It ain't where you're from\n[02:45.39] It's where you're in the mentals\n[02:46.80] And if not, yo' credentials\n[02:48.51] Are essential\n[02:50.32] I see reality\n[02:50.92] View things surrounding me\n[02:51.70] Free like a spread, precise strikes the lyric\n[02:52.79] Not frontin' or braggin'\n[02:54.26] Hundred percent red dragon\n[02:55.06] Pine fragranced lyrics, the rhymes you can't imagine\n[02:59.44] The globe-trotter, call me Meadowlog Lemon\n[03:01.51] Five part criminal, two part felon\n[03:04.68] \"Esta dicho! Aquí, la revelación! No se la ve por television, todos\n[03:12.21] Los maricones del norte, que los voy a matar yo, va a ser aquí en nuestro\n[03:18.53] Pais y todos los 'singamasones', que están singando un mundo, tambien,\n[03:26.75] Van a ver la muerte de ellos mismos, lo en las manos de ellos, un día,\n[03:32.54] Va a ser sangre, mucha sangre, la peste de los cuerpos muertos, vas a\n[03:42.11] Oír, que se va a hueler', hasta los Estados Unidos, estos cabrones, que con\n[03:50.95] La democracia, que nos 'tan singando en el culo, todos son unos mismos\n[03:56.19] Cabrones\"\n[03:57.83] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Killa Hill Niggas\n  artist: Cypress Hill\n  album: The Essential Cypress Hill\n  duration_ms: 207491\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: '\"Esto no me gusta, aquí la gente, la gente no sirve pa'' mierda, aquí'\n  start_ms: 40200\n  end_ms: 45490\n- text: Yo soy, yo soy Capitan Pingaloca, y to' mundo aquí, me sirve a mi o va\n  start_ms: 45490\n  end_ms: 50360\n- text: Pa'l carajo, oye, revolución compadre!\"\n  start_ms: 50360\n  end_ms: 56260\n- text: In the midst of the madness\n  start_ms: 56260\n  end_ms: 57730\n- text: No question, who's the baddest\n  start_ms: 57730\n  end_ms: 59240\n- text: MCs in the game runnin for the status\n  start_ms: 59240\n  end_ms: 61240\n- text: Take a few seconds to review the crews\n  start_ms: 61240\n  end_ms: 63520\n- text: Sittin' on top is the Hill lookin' over you\n  start_ms: 63520\n  end_ms: 66570\n- text: Killa Hill Niggas\n  start_ms: 66570\n  end_ms: 68380\n- text: Cleaned in my dream\n  start_ms: 68380\n  end_ms: 69600\n- text: Cookin' up a scheme\n  start_ms: 69600\n  end_ms: 70850\n- text: For all them big bank niggas\n  start_ms: 70850\n  end_ms: 72200\n- text: The world is yours, but it can be mine and his\n  start_ms: 72200\n  end_ms: 74770\n- text: Bust you out the frame, I don't give a fuck who it is\n  start_ms: 74770\n  end_ms: 77460\n- text: Number one mission, opposition\n  start_ms: 77460\n  end_ms: 79570\n- text: Get dumb, succumb and then position\n  start_ms: 79570\n  end_ms: 82470\n- text: In a casket, best wishes\n  start_ms: 82470\n  end_ms: 84330\n- text: At the bottom of the lake, sleepin' with the fishes\n  start_ms: 84330\n  end_ms: 87600\n- text: Full out search for the body\n  start_ms: 87600\n  end_ms: 90230\n- text: Of the MCs who be comin' to disrupt the party\n  start_ms: 90230\n  end_ms: 93200\n- text: No wins, no ends, no way\n  start_ms: 93200\n  end_ms: 95820\n- text: That I'm ever gonna let ya come back again!\n  start_ms: 95820\n  end_ms: 98630\n- text: Check my dramatics\n  start_ms: 98630\n  end_ms: 99440\n- text: Brains get splattered\n  start_ms: 99440\n  end_ms: 100340\n- text: Dreams shattered\n  start_ms: 100340\n  end_ms: 101210\n- text: Sabas get blasted for words he packaged\n  start_ms: 101210\n  end_ms: 102360\n- text: Beat the sequence\n  start_ms: 102360\n  end_ms: 104380\n- text: Bravado lessons on his defense\n  start_ms: 104380\n  end_ms: 106260\n- text: Pile you niggas talkin' fast like Puerto Ricans\n  start_ms: 106260\n  end_ms: 108490\n- text: What you seekin'\n  start_ms: 108490\n  end_ms: 109670\n- text: Son I catch clean like Dominicans\n  start_ms: 109670\n  end_ms: 111250\n- text: Last Mohican\n  start_ms: 111250\n  end_ms: 112380\n- text: Witness I'm speakin, loud as Indians, tomahawk\n  start_ms: 112380\n  end_ms: 114140\n- text: Shaolin slang, the violent talk\n  start_ms: 114140\n  end_ms: 116020\n- text: Upstate New York\n  start_ms: 116020\n  end_ms: 118120\n- text: Where chumps get extorted for Newports\n  start_ms: 118120\n  end_ms: 119480\n- text: What you thought\n  start_ms: 119480\n  end_ms: 120770\n- text: '\"Y ya esta dicho. Todos los que no les guste mi ''rebote'' van a morir'\n  start_ms: 120770\n  end_ms: 126140\n- text: Yo le voy a meter una bala a la cabeza a cualquier maricon, que no me\n  start_ms: 126140\n  end_ms: 129960\n- text: Persiga a mi a la 'singadapuerta', oye, hijo e' puta! 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Aquí, la revelación! No se la ve por television, todos'\n  start_ms: 184680\n  end_ms: 192210\n- text: Los maricones del norte, que los voy a matar yo, va a ser aquí en nuestro\n  start_ms: 192210\n  end_ms: 198530\n- text: Pais y todos los 'singamasones', que están singando un mundo, tambien,\n  start_ms: 198530\n  end_ms: 206750\n- text: Van a ver la muerte de ellos mismos, lo en las manos de ellos, un día,\n  start_ms: 206750\n  end_ms: 212540\n- text: Va a ser sangre, mucha sangre, la peste de los cuerpos muertos, vas a\n  start_ms: 212540\n  end_ms: 222110\n- text: Oír, que se va a hueler', hasta los Estados Unidos, estos cabrones, que con\n  start_ms: 222110\n  end_ms: 230950\n- text: La democracia, que nos 'tan singando en el culo, todos son unos mismos\n  start_ms: 230950\n  end_ms: 236190\n- text: Cabrones\"\n  start_ms: 236190\n  end_ms: 237830\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 237830\nplain: |-\n  \"Esto no me gusta, aquí la gente, la gente no sirve pa' mierda, aquí\n  Yo soy, yo soy Capitan Pingaloca, y to' mundo aquí, me sirve a mi o va\n  Pa'l carajo, oye, revolución compadre!\"\n\n  In the midst of the madness\n  No question, who's the baddest\n  MCs in the game runnin for the status\n  Take a few seconds to review the crews\n  Sittin' on top is the Hill lookin' over you\n  Killa Hill Niggas\n  Cleaned in my dream\n  Cookin' up a scheme\n  For all them big bank niggas\n  The world is yours, but it can be mine and his\n  Bust you out the frame, I don't give a fuck who it is\n  Number one mission, opposition\n  Get dumb, succumb and then position\n  In a casket, best wishes\n  At the bottom of the lake, sleepin' with the fishes\n  Full out search for the body\n  Of the MCs who be comin' to disrupt the party\n  No wins, no ends, no way\n\n  That I'm ever gonna let ya come back again!\n\n  Check my dramatics\n  Brains get splattered\n  Dreams shattered\n  Sabas get blasted for words he packaged\n  Beat the sequence\n  Bravado lessons on his defense\n  Pile you niggas talkin' fast like Puerto Ricans\n  What you seekin'\n  Son I catch clean like Dominicans\n  Last Mohican\n  Witness I'm speakin, loud as Indians, tomahawk\n  Shaolin slang, the violent talk\n  Upstate New York\n\n  Where chumps get extorted for Newports\n  What you thought\n\n  \"Y ya esta dicho. Todos los que no les guste mi 'rebote' van a morir\n  Yo le voy a meter una bala a la cabeza a cualquier maricon, que no me\n  Persiga a mi a la 'singadapuerta', oye, hijo e' puta! Quiero quemarte la\n  Cara!\"\n\n  Words droppin' chant\n  The check DI slant\n  I'm taking these cannabis plants\n  Yo for granted\n  Exotic narcotic\n  Tunes slam soon\n  From a dune\n  In the desert\n  Mega-Babylon pleasure\n  Comin' out the domepiece, smell my aroma\n  Warrior nomad\n  Put you in a coma\n  Comma\n  Llama\n  Smash-crashin' your armor\n  Drama\n  I'm a\n  Stealth aircraft bomber\n  Here is where I dwell\n  At the gates o' hell\n  It ain't where you're from\n  It's where you're in the mentals\n  And if not, yo' credentials\n  Are essential\n  I see reality\n  View things surrounding me\n  Free like a spread, precise strikes the lyric\n  Not frontin' or braggin'\n  Hundred percent red dragon\n  Pine fragranced lyrics, the rhymes you can't imagine\n  The globe-trotter, call me Meadowlog Lemon\n  Five part criminal, two part felon\n\n  \"Esta dicho! Aquí, la revelación! No se la ve por television, todos\n  Los maricones del norte, que los voy a matar yo, va a ser aquí en nuestro\n  Pais y todos los 'singamasones', que están singando un mundo, tambien,\n  Van a ver la muerte de ellos mismos, lo en las manos de ellos, un día,\n  Va a ser sangre, mucha sangre, la peste de los cuerpos muertos, vas a\n  Oír, que se va a hueler', hasta los Estados Unidos, estos cabrones, que con\n  La democracia, que nos 'tan singando en el culo, todos son unos mismos\n  Cabrones\"\n"},{"id":18805910,"name":"Killa Hill Niggas","trackName":"Killa Hill Niggas","artistName":"Cypress Hill","albumName":"The Essential Cypress Hill","duration":207.4906112,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"\"Esto no me gusta, aquí la gente, la gente no sirve pa' mierda, aquí\nYo soy, yo soy Capitan Pingaloca, y to' mundo aquí, me sirve a mi o va\nPa'l carajo, oye, revolución compadre!\"\n\nIn the midst of the madness\nNo question, who's the baddest\nMCs in the game runnin for the status\nTake a few seconds to review the crews\nSittin' on top is the Hill lookin' over you\nKilla Hill Niggas\nCleaned in my dream\nCookin' up a scheme\nFor all them big bank niggas\nThe world is yours, but it can be mine and his\nBust you out the frame, I don't give a fuck who it is\nNumber one mission, opposition\nGet dumb, succumb and then position\nIn a casket, best wishes\nAt the bottom of the lake, sleepin' with the fishes\nFull out search for the body\nOf the MCs who be comin' to disrupt the party\nNo wins, no ends, no way\n\nThat I'm ever gonna let ya come back again!\n\nCheck my dramatics\nBrains get splattered\nDreams shattered\nSabas get blasted for words he packaged\nBeat the sequence\nBravado lessons on his defense\nPile you niggas talkin' fast like Puerto Ricans\nWhat you seekin'\nSon I catch clean like Dominicans\nLast Mohican\nWitness I'm speakin, loud as Indians, tomahawk\nShaolin slang, the violent talk\nUpstate New York\n\nWhere chumps get extorted for Newports\nWhat you thought\n\n\"Y ya esta dicho. Todos los que no les guste mi 'rebote' van a morir\nYo le voy a meter una bala a la cabeza a cualquier maricon, que no me\nPersiga a mi a la 'singadapuerta', oye, hijo e' puta! Quiero quemarte la\nCara!\"\n\nWords droppin' chant\nThe check DI slant\nI'm taking these cannabis plants\nYo for granted\nExotic narcotic\nTunes slam soon\nFrom a dune\nIn the desert\nMega-Babylon pleasure\nComin' out the domepiece, smell my aroma\nWarrior nomad\nPut you in a coma\nComma\nLlama\nSmash-crashin' your armor\nDrama\nI'm a\nStealth aircraft bomber\nHere is where I dwell\nAt the gates o' hell\nIt ain't where you're from\nIt's where you're in the mentals\nAnd if not, yo' credentials\nAre essential\nI see reality\nView things surrounding me\nFree like a spread, precise strikes the lyric\nNot frontin' or braggin'\nHundred percent red dragon\nPine fragranced lyrics, the rhymes you can't imagine\nThe globe-trotter, call me Meadowlog Lemon\nFive part criminal, two part felon\n\n\"Esta dicho! Aquí, la revelación! No se la ve por television, todos\nLos maricones del norte, que los voy a matar yo, va a ser aquí en nuestro\nPais y todos los 'singamasones', que están singando un mundo, tambien,\nVan a ver la muerte de ellos mismos, lo en las manos de ellos, un día,\nVa a ser sangre, mucha sangre, la peste de los cuerpos muertos, vas a\nOír, que se va a hueler', hasta los Estados Unidos, estos cabrones, que con\nLa democracia, que nos 'tan singando en el culo, todos son unos mismos\nCabrones\"","syncedLyrics":"[00:40.20] \"Esto no me gusta, aquí la gente, la gente no sirve pa' mierda, aquí\n[00:45.49] Yo soy, yo soy Capitan Pingaloca, y to' mundo aquí, me sirve a mi o va\n[00:50.36] Pa'l carajo, oye, revolución compadre!\"\n[00:56.26] In the midst of the madness\n[00:57.73] No question, who's the baddest\n[00:59.24] MCs in the game runnin for the status\n[01:01.24] Take a few seconds to review the crews\n[01:03.52] Sittin' on top is the Hill lookin' over you\n[01:06.57] Killa Hill Niggas\n[01:08.38] Cleaned in my dream\n[01:09.60] Cookin' up a scheme\n[01:10.85] For all them big bank niggas\n[01:12.20] The world is yours, but it can be mine and his\n[01:14.77] Bust you out the frame, I don't give a fuck who it is\n[01:17.46] Number one mission, opposition\n[01:19.57] Get dumb, succumb and then position\n[01:22.47] In a casket, best wishes\n[01:24.33] At the bottom of the lake, sleepin' with the fishes\n[01:27.60] Full out search for the body\n[01:30.23] Of the MCs who be comin' to disrupt the party\n[01:33.20] No wins, no ends, no way\n[01:35.82] That I'm ever gonna let ya come back again!\n[01:38.63] Check my dramatics\n[01:39.44] Brains get splattered\n[01:40.34] Dreams shattered\n[01:41.21] Sabas get blasted for words he packaged\n[01:42.36] Beat the sequence\n[01:44.38] Bravado lessons on his defense\n[01:46.26] Pile you niggas talkin' fast like Puerto Ricans\n[01:48.49] What you seekin'\n[01:49.67] Son I catch clean like Dominicans\n[01:51.25] Last Mohican\n[01:52.38] Witness I'm speakin, loud as Indians, tomahawk\n[01:54.14] Shaolin slang, the violent talk\n[01:56.02] Upstate New York\n[01:58.12] Where chumps get extorted for Newports\n[01:59.48] What you thought\n[02:00.77] \"Y ya esta dicho. Todos los que no les guste mi 'rebote' van a morir\n[02:06.14] Yo le voy a meter una bala a la cabeza a cualquier maricon, que no me\n[02:09.96] Persiga a mi a la 'singadapuerta', oye, hijo e' puta! Quiero quemarte la\n[02:16.66] Cara!\"\n[02:20.04] Words droppin' chant\n[02:21.10] The check DI slant\n[02:22.57] I'm taking these cannabis plants\n[02:24.11] Yo for granted\n[02:24.97] Exotic narcotic\n[02:26.33] Tunes slam soon\n[02:27.49] From a dune\n[02:28.81] In the desert\n[02:29.54] Mega-Babylon pleasure\n[02:30.92] Comin' out the domepiece, smell my aroma\n[02:32.11] Warrior nomad\n[02:34.16] Put you in a coma\n[02:36.06] Comma\n[02:36.66] Llama\n[02:37.11] Smash-crashin' your armor\n[02:38.27] Drama\n[02:39.02] I'm a\n[02:39.80] Stealth aircraft bomber\n[02:41.03] Here is where I dwell\n[02:42.22] At the gates o' hell\n[02:43.17] It ain't where you're from\n[02:45.39] It's where you're in the mentals\n[02:46.80] And if not, yo' credentials\n[02:48.51] Are essential\n[02:50.32] I see reality\n[02:50.92] View things surrounding me\n[02:51.70] Free like a spread, precise strikes the lyric\n[02:52.79] Not frontin' or braggin'\n[02:54.26] Hundred percent red dragon\n[02:55.06] Pine fragranced lyrics, the rhymes you can't imagine\n[02:59.44] The globe-trotter, call me Meadowlog Lemon\n[03:01.51] Five part criminal, two part felon\n[03:04.68] \"Esta dicho! Aquí, la revelación! No se la ve por television, todos\n[03:12.21] Los maricones del norte, que los voy a matar yo, va a ser aquí en nuestro\n[03:18.53] Pais y todos los 'singamasones', que están singando un mundo, tambien,\n[03:26.75] Van a ver la muerte de ellos mismos, lo en las manos de ellos, un día,\n[03:32.54] Va a ser sangre, mucha sangre, la peste de los cuerpos muertos, vas a\n[03:42.11] Oír, que se va a hueler', hasta los Estados Unidos, estos cabrones, que con\n[03:50.95] La democracia, que nos 'tan singando en el culo, todos son unos mismos\n[03:56.19] Cabrones\"\n[03:57.83] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Killa Hill Niggas\n  artist: Cypress Hill\n  album: The Essential Cypress Hill\n  duration_ms: 207491\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: '\"Esto no me gusta, aquí la gente, la gente no sirve pa'' mierda, aquí'\n  start_ms: 40200\n  end_ms: 45490\n- text: Yo soy, yo soy Capitan Pingaloca, y to' mundo aquí, me sirve a mi o va\n  start_ms: 45490\n  end_ms: 50360\n- text: Pa'l carajo, oye, revolución compadre!\"\n  start_ms: 50360\n  end_ms: 56260\n- text: In the midst of the madness\n  start_ms: 56260\n  end_ms: 57730\n- text: No question, who's the baddest\n  start_ms: 57730\n  end_ms: 59240\n- text: MCs in the game runnin for the status\n  start_ms: 59240\n  end_ms: 61240\n- text: Take a few seconds to review the crews\n  start_ms: 61240\n  end_ms: 63520\n- text: Sittin' on top is the Hill lookin' over you\n  start_ms: 63520\n  end_ms: 66570\n- text: Killa Hill Niggas\n  start_ms: 66570\n  end_ms: 68380\n- text: Cleaned in my dream\n  start_ms: 68380\n  end_ms: 69600\n- text: Cookin' up a scheme\n  start_ms: 69600\n  end_ms: 70850\n- text: For all them big bank niggas\n  start_ms: 70850\n  end_ms: 72200\n- text: The world is yours, but it can be mine and his\n  start_ms: 72200\n  end_ms: 74770\n- text: Bust you out the frame, I don't give a fuck who it is\n  start_ms: 74770\n  end_ms: 77460\n- text: Number one mission, opposition\n  start_ms: 77460\n  end_ms: 79570\n- text: Get dumb, succumb and then position\n  start_ms: 79570\n  end_ms: 82470\n- text: In a casket, best wishes\n  start_ms: 82470\n  end_ms: 84330\n- text: At the bottom of the lake, sleepin' with the fishes\n  start_ms: 84330\n  end_ms: 87600\n- text: Full out search for the body\n  start_ms: 87600\n  end_ms: 90230\n- text: Of the MCs who be comin' to disrupt the party\n  start_ms: 90230\n  end_ms: 93200\n- text: No wins, no ends, no way\n  start_ms: 93200\n  end_ms: 95820\n- text: That I'm ever gonna let ya come back again!\n  start_ms: 95820\n  end_ms: 98630\n- text: Check my dramatics\n  start_ms: 98630\n  end_ms: 99440\n- text: Brains get splattered\n  start_ms: 99440\n  end_ms: 100340\n- text: Dreams shattered\n  start_ms: 100340\n  end_ms: 101210\n- text: Sabas get blasted for words he packaged\n  start_ms: 101210\n  end_ms: 102360\n- text: Beat the sequence\n  start_ms: 102360\n  end_ms: 104380\n- text: Bravado lessons on his defense\n  start_ms: 104380\n  end_ms: 106260\n- text: Pile you niggas talkin' fast like Puerto Ricans\n  start_ms: 106260\n  end_ms: 108490\n- text: What you seekin'\n  start_ms: 108490\n  end_ms: 109670\n- text: Son I catch clean like Dominicans\n  start_ms: 109670\n  end_ms: 111250\n- text: Last Mohican\n  start_ms: 111250\n  end_ms: 112380\n- text: Witness I'm speakin, loud as Indians, tomahawk\n  start_ms: 112380\n  end_ms: 114140\n- text: Shaolin slang, the violent talk\n  start_ms: 114140\n  end_ms: 116020\n- text: Upstate New York\n  start_ms: 116020\n  end_ms: 118120\n- text: Where chumps get extorted for Newports\n  start_ms: 118120\n  end_ms: 119480\n- text: What you thought\n  start_ms: 119480\n  end_ms: 120770\n- text: '\"Y ya esta dicho. Todos los que no les guste mi ''rebote'' van a morir'\n  start_ms: 120770\n  end_ms: 126140\n- text: Yo le voy a meter una bala a la cabeza a cualquier maricon, que no me\n  start_ms: 126140\n  end_ms: 129960\n- text: Persiga a mi a la 'singadapuerta', oye, hijo e' puta! 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Aquí, la revelación! No se la ve por television, todos'\n  start_ms: 184680\n  end_ms: 192210\n- text: Los maricones del norte, que los voy a matar yo, va a ser aquí en nuestro\n  start_ms: 192210\n  end_ms: 198530\n- text: Pais y todos los 'singamasones', que están singando un mundo, tambien,\n  start_ms: 198530\n  end_ms: 206750\n- text: Van a ver la muerte de ellos mismos, lo en las manos de ellos, un día,\n  start_ms: 206750\n  end_ms: 212540\n- text: Va a ser sangre, mucha sangre, la peste de los cuerpos muertos, vas a\n  start_ms: 212540\n  end_ms: 222110\n- text: Oír, que se va a hueler', hasta los Estados Unidos, estos cabrones, que con\n  start_ms: 222110\n  end_ms: 230950\n- text: La democracia, que nos 'tan singando en el culo, todos son unos mismos\n  start_ms: 230950\n  end_ms: 236190\n- text: Cabrones\"\n  start_ms: 236190\n  end_ms: 237830\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 237830\nplain: |-\n  \"Esto no me gusta, aquí la gente, la gente no sirve pa' mierda, aquí\n  Yo soy, yo soy Capitan Pingaloca, y to' mundo aquí, me sirve a mi o va\n  Pa'l carajo, oye, revolución compadre!\"\n\n  In the midst of the madness\n  No question, who's the baddest\n  MCs in the game runnin for the status\n  Take a few seconds to review the crews\n  Sittin' on top is the Hill lookin' over you\n  Killa Hill Niggas\n  Cleaned in my dream\n  Cookin' up a scheme\n  For all them big bank niggas\n  The world is yours, but it can be mine and his\n  Bust you out the frame, I don't give a fuck who it is\n  Number one mission, opposition\n  Get dumb, succumb and then position\n  In a casket, best wishes\n  At the bottom of the lake, sleepin' with the fishes\n  Full out search for the body\n  Of the MCs who be comin' to disrupt the party\n  No wins, no ends, no way\n\n  That I'm ever gonna let ya come back again!\n\n  Check my dramatics\n  Brains get splattered\n  Dreams shattered\n  Sabas get blasted for words he packaged\n  Beat the sequence\n  Bravado lessons on his defense\n  Pile you niggas talkin' fast like Puerto Ricans\n  What you seekin'\n  Son I catch clean like Dominicans\n  Last Mohican\n  Witness I'm speakin, loud as Indians, tomahawk\n  Shaolin slang, the violent talk\n  Upstate New York\n\n  Where chumps get extorted for Newports\n  What you thought\n\n  \"Y ya esta dicho. Todos los que no les guste mi 'rebote' van a morir\n  Yo le voy a meter una bala a la cabeza a cualquier maricon, que no me\n  Persiga a mi a la 'singadapuerta', oye, hijo e' puta! Quiero quemarte la\n  Cara!\"\n\n  Words droppin' chant\n  The check DI slant\n  I'm taking these cannabis plants\n  Yo for granted\n  Exotic narcotic\n  Tunes slam soon\n  From a dune\n  In the desert\n  Mega-Babylon pleasure\n  Comin' out the domepiece, smell my aroma\n  Warrior nomad\n  Put you in a coma\n  Comma\n  Llama\n  Smash-crashin' your armor\n  Drama\n  I'm a\n  Stealth aircraft bomber\n  Here is where I dwell\n  At the gates o' hell\n  It ain't where you're from\n  It's where you're in the mentals\n  And if not, yo' credentials\n  Are essential\n  I see reality\n  View things surrounding me\n  Free like a spread, precise strikes the lyric\n  Not frontin' or braggin'\n  Hundred percent red dragon\n  Pine fragranced lyrics, the rhymes you can't imagine\n  The globe-trotter, call me Meadowlog Lemon\n  Five part criminal, two part felon\n\n  \"Esta dicho! Aquí, la revelación! No se la ve por television, todos\n  Los maricones del norte, que los voy a matar yo, va a ser aquí en nuestro\n  Pais y todos los 'singamasones', que están singando un mundo, tambien,\n  Van a ver la muerte de ellos mismos, lo en las manos de ellos, un día,\n  Va a ser sangre, mucha sangre, la peste de los cuerpos muertos, vas a\n  Oír, que se va a hueler', hasta los Estados Unidos, estos cabrones, que con\n  La democracia, que nos 'tan singando en el culo, todos son unos mismos\n  Cabrones\"\n"},{"id":18813944,"name":"Killa Hill Niggas","trackName":"Killa Hill Niggas","artistName":"Cypress Hill","albumName":"The Essential Cypress Hill","duration":207.44,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"\"Esto no me gusta, aquí la gente, la gente no sirve pa' mierda, aquí\nYo soy, yo soy Capitan Pingaloca, y to' mundo aquí, me sirve a mi o va\nPa'l carajo, oye, revolución compadre!\"\n\nIn the midst of the madness\nNo question, who's the baddest\nMCs in the game runnin for the status\nTake a few seconds to review the crews\nSittin' on top is the Hill lookin' over you\nKilla Hill Niggas\nCleaned in my dream\nCookin' up a scheme\nFor all them big bank niggas\nThe world is yours, but it can be mine and his\nBust you out the frame, I don't give a fuck who it is\nNumber one mission, opposition\nGet dumb, succumb and then position\nIn a casket, best wishes\nAt the bottom of the lake, sleepin' with the fishes\nFull out search for the body\nOf the MCs who be comin' to disrupt the party\nNo wins, no ends, no way\n\nThat I'm ever gonna let ya come back again!\n\nCheck my dramatics\nBrains get splattered\nDreams shattered\nSabas get blasted for words he packaged\nBeat the sequence\nBravado lessons on his defense\nPile you niggas talkin' fast like Puerto Ricans\nWhat you seekin'\nSon I catch clean like Dominicans\nLast Mohican\nWitness I'm speakin, loud as Indians, tomahawk\nShaolin slang, the violent talk\nUpstate New York\n\nWhere chumps get extorted for Newports\nWhat you thought\n\n\"Y ya esta dicho. Todos los que no les guste mi 'rebote' van a morir\nYo le voy a meter una bala a la cabeza a cualquier maricon, que no me\nPersiga a mi a la 'singadapuerta', oye, hijo e' puta! Quiero quemarte la\nCara!\"\n\nWords droppin' chant\nThe check DI slant\nI'm taking these cannabis plants\nYo for granted\nExotic narcotic\nTunes slam soon\nFrom a dune\nIn the desert\nMega-Babylon pleasure\nComin' out the domepiece, smell my aroma\nWarrior nomad\nPut you in a coma\nComma\nLlama\nSmash-crashin' your armor\nDrama\nI'm a\nStealth aircraft bomber\nHere is where I dwell\nAt the gates o' hell\nIt ain't where you're from\nIt's where you're in the mentals\nAnd if not, yo' credentials\nAre essential\nI see reality\nView things surrounding me\nFree like a spread, precise strikes the lyric\nNot frontin' or braggin'\nHundred percent red dragon\nPine fragranced lyrics, the rhymes you can't imagine\nThe globe-trotter, call me Meadowlog Lemon\nFive part criminal, two part felon\n\n\"Esta dicho! Aquí, la revelación! No se la ve por television, todos\nLos maricones del norte, que los voy a matar yo, va a ser aquí en nuestro\nPais y todos los 'singamasones', que están singando un mundo, tambien,\nVan a ver la muerte de ellos mismos, lo en las manos de ellos, un día,\nVa a ser sangre, mucha sangre, la peste de los cuerpos muertos, vas a\nOír, que se va a hueler', hasta los Estados Unidos, estos cabrones, que con\nLa democracia, que nos 'tan singando en el culo, todos son unos mismos\nCabrones\"","syncedLyrics":"[00:40.20] \"Esto no me gusta, aquí la gente, la gente no sirve pa' mierda, aquí\n[00:45.49] Yo soy, yo soy Capitan Pingaloca, y to' mundo aquí, me sirve a mi o va\n[00:50.36] Pa'l carajo, oye, revolución compadre!\"\n[00:56.26] In the midst of the madness\n[00:57.73] No question, who's the baddest\n[00:59.24] MCs in the game runnin for the status\n[01:01.24] Take a few seconds to review the crews\n[01:03.52] Sittin' on top is the Hill lookin' over you\n[01:06.57] Killa Hill Niggas\n[01:08.38] Cleaned in my dream\n[01:09.60] Cookin' up a scheme\n[01:10.85] For all them big bank niggas\n[01:12.20] The world is yours, but it can be mine and his\n[01:14.77] Bust you out the frame, I don't give a fuck who it is\n[01:17.46] Number one mission, opposition\n[01:19.57] Get dumb, succumb and then position\n[01:22.47] In a casket, best wishes\n[01:24.33] At the bottom of the lake, sleepin' with the fishes\n[01:27.60] Full out search for the body\n[01:30.23] Of the MCs who be comin' to disrupt the party\n[01:33.20] No wins, no ends, no way\n[01:35.82] That I'm ever gonna let ya come back again!\n[01:38.63] Check my dramatics\n[01:39.44] Brains get splattered\n[01:40.34] Dreams shattered\n[01:41.21] Sabas get blasted for words he packaged\n[01:42.36] Beat the sequence\n[01:44.38] Bravado lessons on his defense\n[01:46.26] Pile you niggas talkin' fast like Puerto Ricans\n[01:48.49] What you seekin'\n[01:49.67] Son I catch clean like Dominicans\n[01:51.25] Last Mohican\n[01:52.38] Witness I'm speakin, loud as Indians, tomahawk\n[01:54.14] Shaolin slang, the violent talk\n[01:56.02] Upstate New York\n[01:58.12] Where chumps get extorted for Newports\n[01:59.48] What you thought\n[02:00.77] \"Y ya esta dicho. Todos los que no les guste mi 'rebote' van a morir\n[02:06.14] Yo le voy a meter una bala a la cabeza a cualquier maricon, que no me\n[02:09.96] Persiga a mi a la 'singadapuerta', oye, hijo e' puta! Quiero quemarte la\n[02:16.66] Cara!\"\n[02:20.04] Words droppin' chant\n[02:21.10] The check DI slant\n[02:22.57] I'm taking these cannabis plants\n[02:24.11] Yo for granted\n[02:24.97] Exotic narcotic\n[02:26.33] Tunes slam soon\n[02:27.49] From a dune\n[02:28.81] In the desert\n[02:29.54] Mega-Babylon pleasure\n[02:30.92] Comin' out the domepiece, smell my aroma\n[02:32.11] Warrior nomad\n[02:34.16] Put you in a coma\n[02:36.06] Comma\n[02:36.66] Llama\n[02:37.11] Smash-crashin' your armor\n[02:38.27] Drama\n[02:39.02] I'm a\n[02:39.80] Stealth aircraft bomber\n[02:41.03] Here is where I dwell\n[02:42.22] At the gates o' hell\n[02:43.17] It ain't where you're from\n[02:45.39] It's where you're in the mentals\n[02:46.80] And if not, yo' credentials\n[02:48.51] Are essential\n[02:50.32] I see reality\n[02:50.92] View things surrounding me\n[02:51.70] Free like a spread, precise strikes the lyric\n[02:52.79] Not frontin' or braggin'\n[02:54.26] Hundred percent red dragon\n[02:55.06] Pine fragranced lyrics, the rhymes you can't imagine\n[02:59.44] The globe-trotter, call me Meadowlog Lemon\n[03:01.51] Five part criminal, two part felon\n[03:04.68] \"Esta dicho! Aquí, la revelación! No se la ve por television, todos\n[03:12.21] Los maricones del norte, que los voy a matar yo, va a ser aquí en nuestro\n[03:18.53] Pais y todos los 'singamasones', que están singando un mundo, tambien,\n[03:26.75] Van a ver la muerte de ellos mismos, lo en las manos de ellos, un día,\n[03:32.54] Va a ser sangre, mucha sangre, la peste de los cuerpos muertos, vas a\n[03:42.11] Oír, que se va a hueler', hasta los Estados Unidos, estos cabrones, que con\n[03:50.95] La democracia, que nos 'tan singando en el culo, todos son unos mismos\n[03:56.19] Cabrones\"\n[03:57.83] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Killa Hill Niggas\n  artist: Cypress Hill\n  album: The Essential Cypress Hill\n  duration_ms: 207440\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: '\"Esto no me gusta, aquí la gente, la gente no sirve pa'' mierda, aquí'\n  start_ms: 40200\n  end_ms: 45490\n- text: Yo soy, yo soy Capitan Pingaloca, y to' mundo aquí, me sirve a mi o va\n  start_ms: 45490\n  end_ms: 50360\n- text: Pa'l carajo, oye, revolución compadre!\"\n  start_ms: 50360\n  end_ms: 56260\n- text: In the midst of the madness\n  start_ms: 56260\n  end_ms: 57730\n- text: No question, who's the baddest\n  start_ms: 57730\n  end_ms: 59240\n- text: MCs in the game runnin for the status\n  start_ms: 59240\n  end_ms: 61240\n- text: Take a few seconds to review the crews\n  start_ms: 61240\n  end_ms: 63520\n- text: Sittin' on top is the Hill lookin' over you\n  start_ms: 63520\n  end_ms: 66570\n- text: Killa Hill Niggas\n  start_ms: 66570\n  end_ms: 68380\n- text: Cleaned in my dream\n  start_ms: 68380\n  end_ms: 69600\n- text: Cookin' up a scheme\n  start_ms: 69600\n  end_ms: 70850\n- text: For all them big bank niggas\n  start_ms: 70850\n  end_ms: 72200\n- text: The world is yours, but it can be mine and his\n  start_ms: 72200\n  end_ms: 74770\n- text: Bust you out the frame, I don't give a fuck who it is\n  start_ms: 74770\n  end_ms: 77460\n- text: Number one mission, opposition\n  start_ms: 77460\n  end_ms: 79570\n- text: Get dumb, succumb and then position\n  start_ms: 79570\n  end_ms: 82470\n- text: In a casket, best wishes\n  start_ms: 82470\n  end_ms: 84330\n- text: At the bottom of the lake, sleepin' with the fishes\n  start_ms: 84330\n  end_ms: 87600\n- text: Full out search for the body\n  start_ms: 87600\n  end_ms: 90230\n- text: Of the MCs who be comin' to disrupt the party\n  start_ms: 90230\n  end_ms: 93200\n- text: No wins, no ends, no way\n  start_ms: 93200\n  end_ms: 95820\n- text: That I'm ever gonna let ya come back again!\n  start_ms: 95820\n  end_ms: 98630\n- text: Check my dramatics\n  start_ms: 98630\n  end_ms: 99440\n- text: Brains get splattered\n  start_ms: 99440\n  end_ms: 100340\n- text: Dreams shattered\n  start_ms: 100340\n  end_ms: 101210\n- text: Sabas get blasted for words he packaged\n  start_ms: 101210\n  end_ms: 102360\n- text: Beat the sequence\n  start_ms: 102360\n  end_ms: 104380\n- text: Bravado lessons on his defense\n  start_ms: 104380\n  end_ms: 106260\n- text: Pile you niggas talkin' fast like Puerto Ricans\n  start_ms: 106260\n  end_ms: 108490\n- text: What you seekin'\n  start_ms: 108490\n  end_ms: 109670\n- text: Son I catch clean like Dominicans\n  start_ms: 109670\n  end_ms: 111250\n- text: Last Mohican\n  start_ms: 111250\n  end_ms: 112380\n- text: Witness I'm speakin, loud as Indians, tomahawk\n  start_ms: 112380\n  end_ms: 114140\n- text: Shaolin slang, the violent talk\n  start_ms: 114140\n  end_ms: 116020\n- text: Upstate New York\n  start_ms: 116020\n  end_ms: 118120\n- text: Where chumps get extorted for Newports\n  start_ms: 118120\n  end_ms: 119480\n- text: What you thought\n  start_ms: 119480\n  end_ms: 120770\n- text: '\"Y ya esta dicho. Todos los que no les guste mi ''rebote'' van a morir'\n  start_ms: 120770\n  end_ms: 126140\n- text: Yo le voy a meter una bala a la cabeza a cualquier maricon, que no me\n  start_ms: 126140\n  end_ms: 129960\n- text: Persiga a mi a la 'singadapuerta', oye, hijo e' puta! 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Aquí, la revelación! No se la ve por television, todos'\n  start_ms: 184680\n  end_ms: 192210\n- text: Los maricones del norte, que los voy a matar yo, va a ser aquí en nuestro\n  start_ms: 192210\n  end_ms: 198530\n- text: Pais y todos los 'singamasones', que están singando un mundo, tambien,\n  start_ms: 198530\n  end_ms: 206750\n- text: Van a ver la muerte de ellos mismos, lo en las manos de ellos, un día,\n  start_ms: 206750\n  end_ms: 212540\n- text: Va a ser sangre, mucha sangre, la peste de los cuerpos muertos, vas a\n  start_ms: 212540\n  end_ms: 222110\n- text: Oír, que se va a hueler', hasta los Estados Unidos, estos cabrones, que con\n  start_ms: 222110\n  end_ms: 230950\n- text: La democracia, que nos 'tan singando en el culo, todos son unos mismos\n  start_ms: 230950\n  end_ms: 236190\n- text: Cabrones\"\n  start_ms: 236190\n  end_ms: 237830\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 237830\nplain: |-\n  \"Esto no me gusta, aquí la gente, la gente no sirve pa' mierda, aquí\n  Yo soy, yo soy Capitan Pingaloca, y to' mundo aquí, me sirve a mi o va\n  Pa'l carajo, oye, revolución compadre!\"\n\n  In the midst of the madness\n  No question, who's the baddest\n  MCs in the game runnin for the status\n  Take a few seconds to review the crews\n  Sittin' on top is the Hill lookin' over you\n  Killa Hill Niggas\n  Cleaned in my dream\n  Cookin' up a scheme\n  For all them big bank niggas\n  The world is yours, but it can be mine and his\n  Bust you out the frame, I don't give a fuck who it is\n  Number one mission, opposition\n  Get dumb, succumb and then position\n  In a casket, best wishes\n  At the bottom of the lake, sleepin' with the fishes\n  Full out search for the body\n  Of the MCs who be comin' to disrupt the party\n  No wins, no ends, no way\n\n  That I'm ever gonna let ya come back again!\n\n  Check my dramatics\n  Brains get splattered\n  Dreams shattered\n  Sabas get blasted for words he packaged\n  Beat the sequence\n  Bravado lessons on his defense\n  Pile you niggas talkin' fast like Puerto Ricans\n  What you seekin'\n  Son I catch clean like Dominicans\n  Last Mohican\n  Witness I'm speakin, loud as Indians, tomahawk\n  Shaolin slang, the violent talk\n  Upstate New York\n\n  Where chumps get extorted for Newports\n  What you thought\n\n  \"Y ya esta dicho. Todos los que no les guste mi 'rebote' van a morir\n  Yo le voy a meter una bala a la cabeza a cualquier maricon, que no me\n  Persiga a mi a la 'singadapuerta', oye, hijo e' puta! Quiero quemarte la\n  Cara!\"\n\n  Words droppin' chant\n  The check DI slant\n  I'm taking these cannabis plants\n  Yo for granted\n  Exotic narcotic\n  Tunes slam soon\n  From a dune\n  In the desert\n  Mega-Babylon pleasure\n  Comin' out the domepiece, smell my aroma\n  Warrior nomad\n  Put you in a coma\n  Comma\n  Llama\n  Smash-crashin' your armor\n  Drama\n  I'm a\n  Stealth aircraft bomber\n  Here is where I dwell\n  At the gates o' hell\n  It ain't where you're from\n  It's where you're in the mentals\n  And if not, yo' credentials\n  Are essential\n  I see reality\n  View things surrounding me\n  Free like a spread, precise strikes the lyric\n  Not frontin' or braggin'\n  Hundred percent red dragon\n  Pine fragranced lyrics, the rhymes you can't imagine\n  The globe-trotter, call me Meadowlog Lemon\n  Five part criminal, two part felon\n\n  \"Esta dicho! Aquí, la revelación! No se la ve por television, todos\n  Los maricones del norte, que los voy a matar yo, va a ser aquí en nuestro\n  Pais y todos los 'singamasones', que están singando un mundo, tambien,\n  Van a ver la muerte de ellos mismos, lo en las manos de ellos, un día,\n  Va a ser sangre, mucha sangre, la peste de los cuerpos muertos, vas a\n  Oír, que se va a hueler', hasta los Estados Unidos, estos cabrones, que con\n  La democracia, que nos 'tan singando en el culo, todos son unos mismos\n  Cabrones\"\n"},{"id":26940622,"name":"Killa Hill Niggas","trackName":"Killa Hill Niggas","artistName":"Cypress Hill","albumName":"The Essential Cypress Hill","duration":205.133333,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"\"Esto no me gusta, aquí la gente, la gente no sirve pa' mierda, aquí\nYo soy, yo soy Capitan Pingaloca, y to' mundo aquí, me sirve a mi o va\nPa'l carajo, oye, revolución compadre!\"\n\nIn the midst of the madness\nNo question, who's the baddest\nMCs in the game runnin for the status\nTake a few seconds to review the crews\nSittin' on top is the Hill lookin' over you\nKilla Hill Niggas\nCleaned in my dream\nCookin' up a scheme\nFor all them big bank niggas\nThe world is yours, but it can be mine and his\nBust you out the frame, I don't give a fuck who it is\nNumber one mission, opposition\nGet dumb, succumb and then position\nIn a casket, best wishes\nAt the bottom of the lake, sleepin' with the fishes\nFull out search for the body\nOf the MCs who be comin' to disrupt the party\nNo wins, no ends, no way\n\nThat I'm ever gonna let ya come back again!\n\nCheck my dramatics\nBrains get splattered\nDreams shattered\nSabas get blasted for words he packaged\nBeat the sequence\nBravado lessons on his defense\nPile you niggas talkin' fast like Puerto Ricans\nWhat you seekin'\nSon I catch clean like Dominicans\nLast Mohican\nWitness I'm speakin, loud as Indians, tomahawk\nShaolin slang, the violent talk\nUpstate New York\n\nWhere chumps get extorted for Newports\nWhat you thought\n\n\"Y ya esta dicho. Todos los que no les guste mi 'rebote' van a morir\nYo le voy a meter una bala a la cabeza a cualquier maricon, que no me\nPersiga a mi a la 'singadapuerta', oye, hijo e' puta! Quiero quemarte la\nCara!\"\n\nWords droppin' chant\nThe check DI slant\nI'm taking these cannabis plants\nYo for granted\nExotic narcotic\nTunes slam soon\nFrom a dune\nIn the desert\nMega-Babylon pleasure\nComin' out the domepiece, smell my aroma\nWarrior nomad\nPut you in a coma\nComma\nLlama\nSmash-crashin' your armor\nDrama\nI'm a\nStealth aircraft bomber\nHere is where I dwell\nAt the gates o' hell\nIt ain't where you're from\nIt's where you're in the mentals\nAnd if not, yo' credentials\nAre essential\nI see reality\nView things surrounding me\nFree like a spread, precise strikes the lyric\nNot frontin' or braggin'\nHundred percent red dragon\nPine fragranced lyrics, the rhymes you can't imagine\nThe globe-trotter, call me Meadowlog Lemon\nFive part criminal, two part felon\n\n\"Esta dicho! Aquí, la revelación! No se la ve por television, todos\nLos maricones del norte, que los voy a matar yo, va a ser aquí en nuestro\nPais y todos los 'singamasones', que están singando un mundo, tambien,\nVan a ver la muerte de ellos mismos, lo en las manos de ellos, un día,\nVa a ser sangre, mucha sangre, la peste de los cuerpos muertos, vas a\nOír, que se va a hueler', hasta los Estados Unidos, estos cabrones, que con\nLa democracia, que nos 'tan singando en el culo, todos son unos mismos\nCabrones\"","syncedLyrics":"[00:40.20] \"Esto no me gusta, aquí la gente, la gente no sirve pa' mierda, aquí\n[00:45.49] Yo soy, yo soy Capitan Pingaloca, y to' mundo aquí, me sirve a mi o va\n[00:50.36] Pa'l carajo, oye, revolución compadre!\"\n[00:56.26] In the midst of the madness\n[00:57.73] No question, who's the baddest\n[00:59.24] MCs in the game runnin for the status\n[01:01.24] Take a few seconds to review the crews\n[01:03.52] Sittin' on top is the Hill lookin' over you\n[01:06.57] Killa Hill Niggas\n[01:08.38] Cleaned in my dream\n[01:09.60] Cookin' up a scheme\n[01:10.85] For all them big bank niggas\n[01:12.20] The world is yours, but it can be mine and his\n[01:14.77] Bust you out the frame, I don't give a fuck who it is\n[01:17.46] Number one mission, opposition\n[01:19.57] Get dumb, succumb and then position\n[01:22.47] In a casket, best wishes\n[01:24.33] At the bottom of the lake, sleepin' with the fishes\n[01:27.60] Full out search for the body\n[01:30.23] Of the MCs who be comin' to disrupt the party\n[01:33.20] No wins, no ends, no way\n[01:35.82] That I'm ever gonna let ya come back again!\n[01:38.63] Check my dramatics\n[01:39.44] Brains get splattered\n[01:40.34] Dreams shattered\n[01:41.21] Sabas get blasted for words he packaged\n[01:42.36] Beat the sequence\n[01:44.38] Bravado lessons on his defense\n[01:46.26] Pile you niggas talkin' fast like Puerto Ricans\n[01:48.49] What you seekin'\n[01:49.67] Son I catch clean like Dominicans\n[01:51.25] Last Mohican\n[01:52.38] Witness I'm speakin, loud as Indians, tomahawk\n[01:54.14] Shaolin slang, the violent talk\n[01:56.02] Upstate New York\n[01:58.12] Where chumps get extorted for Newports\n[01:59.48] What you thought\n[02:00.77] \"Y ya esta dicho. Todos los que no les guste mi 'rebote' van a morir\n[02:06.14] Yo le voy a meter una bala a la cabeza a cualquier maricon, que no me\n[02:09.96] Persiga a mi a la 'singadapuerta', oye, hijo e' puta! Quiero quemarte la\n[02:16.66] Cara!\"\n[02:20.04] Words droppin' chant\n[02:21.10] The check DI slant\n[02:22.57] I'm taking these cannabis plants\n[02:24.11] Yo for granted\n[02:24.97] Exotic narcotic\n[02:26.33] Tunes slam soon\n[02:27.49] From a dune\n[02:28.81] In the desert\n[02:29.54] Mega-Babylon pleasure\n[02:30.92] Comin' out the domepiece, smell my aroma\n[02:32.11] Warrior nomad\n[02:34.16] Put you in a coma\n[02:36.06] Comma\n[02:36.66] Llama\n[02:37.11] Smash-crashin' your armor\n[02:38.27] Drama\n[02:39.02] I'm a\n[02:39.80] Stealth aircraft bomber\n[02:41.03] Here is where I dwell\n[02:42.22] At the gates o' hell\n[02:43.17] It ain't where you're from\n[02:45.39] It's where you're in the mentals\n[02:46.80] And if not, yo' credentials\n[02:48.51] Are essential\n[02:50.32] I see reality\n[02:50.92] View things surrounding me\n[02:51.70] Free like a spread, precise strikes the lyric\n[02:52.79] Not frontin' or braggin'\n[02:54.26] Hundred percent red dragon\n[02:55.06] Pine fragranced lyrics, the rhymes you can't imagine\n[02:59.44] The globe-trotter, call me Meadowlog Lemon\n[03:01.51] Five part criminal, two part felon\n[03:04.68] \"Esta dicho! Aquí, la revelación! No se la ve por television, todos\n[03:12.21] Los maricones del norte, que los voy a matar yo, va a ser aquí en nuestro\n[03:18.53] Pais y todos los 'singamasones', que están singando un mundo, tambien,\n[03:26.75] Van a ver la muerte de ellos mismos, lo en las manos de ellos, un día,\n[03:32.54] Va a ser sangre, mucha sangre, la peste de los cuerpos muertos, vas a\n[03:42.11] Oír, que se va a hueler', hasta los Estados Unidos, estos cabrones, que con\n[03:50.95] La democracia, que nos 'tan singando en el culo, todos son unos mismos\n[03:56.19] Cabrones\"\n[03:57.83] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Killa Hill Niggas\n  artist: Cypress Hill\n  album: The Essential Cypress Hill\n  duration_ms: 205133\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: '\"Esto no me gusta, aquí la gente, la gente no sirve pa'' mierda, aquí'\n  start_ms: 40200\n  end_ms: 45490\n- text: Yo soy, yo soy Capitan Pingaloca, y to' mundo aquí, me sirve a mi o va\n  start_ms: 45490\n  end_ms: 50360\n- text: Pa'l carajo, oye, revolución compadre!\"\n  start_ms: 50360\n  end_ms: 56260\n- text: In the midst of the madness\n  start_ms: 56260\n  end_ms: 57730\n- text: No question, who's the baddest\n  start_ms: 57730\n  end_ms: 59240\n- text: MCs in the game runnin for the status\n  start_ms: 59240\n  end_ms: 61240\n- text: Take a few seconds to review the crews\n  start_ms: 61240\n  end_ms: 63520\n- text: Sittin' on top is the Hill lookin' over you\n  start_ms: 63520\n  end_ms: 66570\n- text: Killa Hill Niggas\n  start_ms: 66570\n  end_ms: 68380\n- text: Cleaned in my dream\n  start_ms: 68380\n  end_ms: 69600\n- text: Cookin' up a scheme\n  start_ms: 69600\n  end_ms: 70850\n- text: For all them big bank niggas\n  start_ms: 70850\n  end_ms: 72200\n- text: The world is yours, but it can be mine and his\n  start_ms: 72200\n  end_ms: 74770\n- text: Bust you out the frame, I don't give a fuck who it is\n  start_ms: 74770\n  end_ms: 77460\n- text: Number one mission, opposition\n  start_ms: 77460\n  end_ms: 79570\n- text: Get dumb, succumb and then position\n  start_ms: 79570\n  end_ms: 82470\n- text: In a casket, best wishes\n  start_ms: 82470\n  end_ms: 84330\n- text: At the bottom of the lake, sleepin' with the fishes\n  start_ms: 84330\n  end_ms: 87600\n- text: Full out search for the body\n  start_ms: 87600\n  end_ms: 90230\n- text: Of the MCs who be comin' to disrupt the party\n  start_ms: 90230\n  end_ms: 93200\n- text: No wins, no ends, no way\n  start_ms: 93200\n  end_ms: 95820\n- text: That I'm ever gonna let ya come back again!\n  start_ms: 95820\n  end_ms: 98630\n- text: Check my dramatics\n  start_ms: 98630\n  end_ms: 99440\n- text: Brains get splattered\n  start_ms: 99440\n  end_ms: 100340\n- text: Dreams shattered\n  start_ms: 100340\n  end_ms: 101210\n- text: Sabas get blasted for words he packaged\n  start_ms: 101210\n  end_ms: 102360\n- text: Beat the sequence\n  start_ms: 102360\n  end_ms: 104380\n- text: Bravado lessons on his defense\n  start_ms: 104380\n  end_ms: 106260\n- text: Pile you niggas talkin' fast like Puerto Ricans\n  start_ms: 106260\n  end_ms: 108490\n- text: What you seekin'\n  start_ms: 108490\n  end_ms: 109670\n- text: Son I catch clean like Dominicans\n  start_ms: 109670\n  end_ms: 111250\n- text: Last Mohican\n  start_ms: 111250\n  end_ms: 112380\n- text: Witness I'm speakin, loud as Indians, tomahawk\n  start_ms: 112380\n  end_ms: 114140\n- text: Shaolin slang, the violent talk\n  start_ms: 114140\n  end_ms: 116020\n- text: Upstate New York\n  start_ms: 116020\n  end_ms: 118120\n- text: Where chumps get extorted for Newports\n  start_ms: 118120\n  end_ms: 119480\n- text: What you thought\n  start_ms: 119480\n  end_ms: 120770\n- text: '\"Y ya esta dicho. Todos los que no les guste mi ''rebote'' van a morir'\n  start_ms: 120770\n  end_ms: 126140\n- text: Yo le voy a meter una bala a la cabeza a cualquier maricon, que no me\n  start_ms: 126140\n  end_ms: 129960\n- text: Persiga a mi a la 'singadapuerta', oye, hijo e' puta! 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Aquí, la revelación! No se la ve por television, todos'\n  start_ms: 184680\n  end_ms: 192210\n- text: Los maricones del norte, que los voy a matar yo, va a ser aquí en nuestro\n  start_ms: 192210\n  end_ms: 198530\n- text: Pais y todos los 'singamasones', que están singando un mundo, tambien,\n  start_ms: 198530\n  end_ms: 206750\n- text: Van a ver la muerte de ellos mismos, lo en las manos de ellos, un día,\n  start_ms: 206750\n  end_ms: 212540\n- text: Va a ser sangre, mucha sangre, la peste de los cuerpos muertos, vas a\n  start_ms: 212540\n  end_ms: 222110\n- text: Oír, que se va a hueler', hasta los Estados Unidos, estos cabrones, que con\n  start_ms: 222110\n  end_ms: 230950\n- text: La democracia, que nos 'tan singando en el culo, todos son unos mismos\n  start_ms: 230950\n  end_ms: 236190\n- text: Cabrones\"\n  start_ms: 236190\n  end_ms: 237830\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 237830\nplain: |-\n  \"Esto no me gusta, aquí la gente, la gente no sirve pa' mierda, aquí\n  Yo soy, yo soy Capitan Pingaloca, y to' mundo aquí, me sirve a mi o va\n  Pa'l carajo, oye, revolución compadre!\"\n\n  In the midst of the madness\n  No question, who's the baddest\n  MCs in the game runnin for the status\n  Take a few seconds to review the crews\n  Sittin' on top is the Hill lookin' over you\n  Killa Hill Niggas\n  Cleaned in my dream\n  Cookin' up a scheme\n  For all them big bank niggas\n  The world is yours, but it can be mine and his\n  Bust you out the frame, I don't give a fuck who it is\n  Number one mission, opposition\n  Get dumb, succumb and then position\n  In a casket, best wishes\n  At the bottom of the lake, sleepin' with the fishes\n  Full out search for the body\n  Of the MCs who be comin' to disrupt the party\n  No wins, no ends, no way\n\n  That I'm ever gonna let ya come back again!\n\n  Check my dramatics\n  Brains get splattered\n  Dreams shattered\n  Sabas get blasted for words he packaged\n  Beat the sequence\n  Bravado lessons on his defense\n  Pile you niggas talkin' fast like Puerto Ricans\n  What you seekin'\n  Son I catch clean like Dominicans\n  Last Mohican\n  Witness I'm speakin, loud as Indians, tomahawk\n  Shaolin slang, the violent talk\n  Upstate New York\n\n  Where chumps get extorted for Newports\n  What you thought\n\n  \"Y ya esta dicho. Todos los que no les guste mi 'rebote' van a morir\n  Yo le voy a meter una bala a la cabeza a cualquier maricon, que no me\n  Persiga a mi a la 'singadapuerta', oye, hijo e' puta! Quiero quemarte la\n  Cara!\"\n\n  Words droppin' chant\n  The check DI slant\n  I'm taking these cannabis plants\n  Yo for granted\n  Exotic narcotic\n  Tunes slam soon\n  From a dune\n  In the desert\n  Mega-Babylon pleasure\n  Comin' out the domepiece, smell my aroma\n  Warrior nomad\n  Put you in a coma\n  Comma\n  Llama\n  Smash-crashin' your armor\n  Drama\n  I'm a\n  Stealth aircraft bomber\n  Here is where I dwell\n  At the gates o' hell\n  It ain't where you're from\n  It's where you're in the mentals\n  And if not, yo' credentials\n  Are essential\n  I see reality\n  View things surrounding me\n  Free like a spread, precise strikes the lyric\n  Not frontin' or braggin'\n  Hundred percent red dragon\n  Pine fragranced lyrics, the rhymes you can't imagine\n  The globe-trotter, call me Meadowlog Lemon\n  Five part criminal, two part felon\n\n  \"Esta dicho! Aquí, la revelación! No se la ve por television, todos\n  Los maricones del norte, que los voy a matar yo, va a ser aquí en nuestro\n  Pais y todos los 'singamasones', que están singando un mundo, tambien,\n  Van a ver la muerte de ellos mismos, lo en las manos de ellos, un día,\n  Va a ser sangre, mucha sangre, la peste de los cuerpos muertos, vas a\n  Oír, que se va a hueler', hasta los Estados Unidos, estos cabrones, que con\n  La democracia, que nos 'tan singando en el culo, todos son unos mismos\n  Cabrones\"\n"},{"id":29954250,"name":"Killa Hill Niggas","trackName":"Killa Hill Niggas","artistName":"Cypress Hill","albumName":"3 CD's Boxset - Cypress Hill","duration":242.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"\"Esto no me gusta, aquí la gente, la gente no sirve pa' mierda, aquí\nYo soy, yo soy Capitan Pingaloca, y to' mundo aquí, me sirve a mi o va\nPa'l carajo, oye, revolución compadre!\"\n\nIn the midst of the madness\nNo question, who's the baddest\nMCs in the game runnin for the status\nTake a few seconds to review the crews\nSittin' on top is the Hill lookin' over you\nKilla Hill Niggas\nCleaned in my dream\nCookin' up a scheme\nFor all them big bank niggas\nThe world is yours, but it can be mine and his\nBust you out the frame, I don't give a fuck who it is\nNumber one mission, opposition\nGet dumb, succumb and then position\nIn a casket, best wishes\nAt the bottom of the lake, sleepin' with the fishes\nFull out search for the body\nOf the MCs who be comin' to disrupt the party\nNo wins, no ends, no way\n\nThat I'm ever gonna let ya come back again!\n\nCheck my dramatics\nBrains get splattered\nDreams shattered\nSabas get blasted for words he packaged\nBeat the sequence\nBravado lessons on his defense\nPile you niggas talkin' fast like Puerto Ricans\nWhat you seekin'\nSon I catch clean like Dominicans\nLast Mohican\nWitness I'm speakin, loud as Indians, tomahawk\nShaolin slang, the violent talk\nUpstate New York\n\nWhere chumps get extorted for Newports\nWhat you thought\n\n\"Y ya esta dicho. Todos los que no les guste mi 'rebote' van a morir\nYo le voy a meter una bala a la cabeza a cualquier maricon, que no me\nPersiga a mi a la 'singadapuerta', oye, hijo e' puta! Quiero quemarte la\nCara!\"\n\nWords droppin' chant\nThe check DI slant\nI'm taking these cannabis plants\nYo for granted\nExotic narcotic\nTunes slam soon\nFrom a dune\nIn the desert\nMega-Babylon pleasure\nComin' out the domepiece, smell my aroma\nWarrior nomad\nPut you in a coma\nComma\nLlama\nSmash-crashin' your armor\nDrama\nI'm a\nStealth aircraft bomber\nHere is where I dwell\nAt the gates o' hell\nIt ain't where you're from\nIt's where you're in the mentals\nAnd if not, yo' credentials\nAre essential\nI see reality\nView things surrounding me\nFree like a spread, precise strikes the lyric\nNot frontin' or braggin'\nHundred percent red dragon\nPine fragranced lyrics, the rhymes you can't imagine\nThe globe-trotter, call me Meadowlog Lemon\nFive part criminal, two part felon\n\n\"Esta dicho! Aquí, la revelación! No se la ve por television, todos\nLos maricones del norte, que los voy a matar yo, va a ser aquí en nuestro\nPais y todos los 'singamasones', que están singando un mundo, tambien,\nVan a ver la muerte de ellos mismos, lo en las manos de ellos, un día,\nVa a ser sangre, mucha sangre, la peste de los cuerpos muertos, vas a\nOír, que se va a hueler', hasta los Estados Unidos, estos cabrones, que con\nLa democracia, que nos 'tan singando en el culo, todos son unos mismos\nCabrones\"","syncedLyrics":"[00:40.20] \"Esto no me gusta, aquí la gente, la gente no sirve pa' mierda, aquí\n[00:45.49] Yo soy, yo soy Capitan Pingaloca, y to' mundo aquí, me sirve a mi o va\n[00:50.36] Pa'l carajo, oye, revolución compadre!\"\n[00:56.26] In the midst of the madness\n[00:57.73] No question, who's the baddest\n[00:59.24] MCs in the game runnin for the status\n[01:01.24] Take a few seconds to review the crews\n[01:03.52] Sittin' on top is the Hill lookin' over you\n[01:06.57] Killa Hill Niggas\n[01:08.38] Cleaned in my dream\n[01:09.60] Cookin' up a scheme\n[01:10.85] For all them big bank niggas\n[01:12.20] The world is yours, but it can be mine and his\n[01:14.77] Bust you out the frame, I don't give a fuck who it is\n[01:17.46] Number one mission, opposition\n[01:19.57] Get dumb, succumb and then position\n[01:22.47] In a casket, best wishes\n[01:24.33] At the bottom of the lake, sleepin' with the fishes\n[01:27.60] Full out search for the body\n[01:30.23] Of the MCs who be comin' to disrupt the party\n[01:33.20] No wins, no ends, no way\n[01:35.82] That I'm ever gonna let ya come back again!\n[01:38.63] Check my dramatics\n[01:39.44] Brains get splattered\n[01:40.34] Dreams shattered\n[01:41.21] Sabas get blasted for words he packaged\n[01:42.36] Beat the sequence\n[01:44.38] Bravado lessons on his defense\n[01:46.26] Pile you niggas talkin' fast like Puerto Ricans\n[01:48.49] What you seekin'\n[01:49.67] Son I catch clean like Dominicans\n[01:51.25] Last Mohican\n[01:52.38] Witness I'm speakin, loud as Indians, tomahawk\n[01:54.14] Shaolin slang, the violent talk\n[01:56.02] Upstate New York\n[01:58.12] Where chumps get extorted for Newports\n[01:59.48] What you thought\n[02:00.77] \"Y ya esta dicho. Todos los que no les guste mi 'rebote' van a morir\n[02:06.14] Yo le voy a meter una bala a la cabeza a cualquier maricon, que no me\n[02:09.96] Persiga a mi a la 'singadapuerta', oye, hijo e' puta! Quiero quemarte la\n[02:16.66] Cara!\"\n[02:20.04] Words droppin' chant\n[02:21.10] The check DI slant\n[02:22.57] I'm taking these cannabis plants\n[02:24.11] Yo for granted\n[02:24.97] Exotic narcotic\n[02:26.33] Tunes slam soon\n[02:27.49] From a dune\n[02:28.81] In the desert\n[02:29.54] Mega-Babylon pleasure\n[02:30.92] Comin' out the domepiece, smell my aroma\n[02:32.11] Warrior nomad\n[02:34.16] Put you in a coma\n[02:36.06] Comma\n[02:36.66] Llama\n[02:37.11] Smash-crashin' your armor\n[02:38.27] Drama\n[02:39.02] I'm a\n[02:39.80] Stealth aircraft bomber\n[02:41.03] Here is where I dwell\n[02:42.22] At the gates o' hell\n[02:43.17] It ain't where you're from\n[02:45.39] It's where you're in the mentals\n[02:46.80] And if not, yo' credentials\n[02:48.51] Are essential\n[02:50.32] I see reality\n[02:50.92] View things surrounding me\n[02:51.70] Free like a spread, precise strikes the lyric\n[02:52.79] Not frontin' or braggin'\n[02:54.26] Hundred percent red dragon\n[02:55.06] Pine fragranced lyrics, the rhymes you can't imagine\n[02:59.44] The globe-trotter, call me Meadowlog Lemon\n[03:01.51] Five part criminal, two part felon\n[03:04.68] \"Esta dicho! Aquí, la revelación! No se la ve por television, todos\n[03:12.21] Los maricones del norte, que los voy a matar yo, va a ser aquí en nuestro\n[03:18.53] Pais y todos los 'singamasones', que están singando un mundo, tambien,\n[03:26.75] Van a ver la muerte de ellos mismos, lo en las manos de ellos, un día,\n[03:32.54] Va a ser sangre, mucha sangre, la peste de los cuerpos muertos, vas a\n[03:42.11] Oír, que se va a hueler', hasta los Estados Unidos, estos cabrones, que con\n[03:50.95] La democracia, que nos 'tan singando en el culo, todos son unos mismos\n[03:56.19] Cabrones\"\n[03:57.83] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Killa Hill Niggas\n  artist: Cypress Hill\n  album: 3 CD's Boxset - Cypress Hill\n  duration_ms: 242000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: '\"Esto no me gusta, aquí la gente, la gente no sirve pa'' mierda, aquí'\n  start_ms: 40200\n  end_ms: 45490\n- text: Yo soy, yo soy Capitan Pingaloca, y to' mundo aquí, me sirve a mi o va\n  start_ms: 45490\n  end_ms: 50360\n- text: Pa'l carajo, oye, revolución compadre!\"\n  start_ms: 50360\n  end_ms: 56260\n- text: In the midst of the madness\n  start_ms: 56260\n  end_ms: 57730\n- text: No question, who's the baddest\n  start_ms: 57730\n  end_ms: 59240\n- text: MCs in the game runnin for the status\n  start_ms: 59240\n  end_ms: 61240\n- text: Take a few seconds to review the crews\n  start_ms: 61240\n  end_ms: 63520\n- text: Sittin' on top is the Hill lookin' over you\n  start_ms: 63520\n  end_ms: 66570\n- text: Killa Hill Niggas\n  start_ms: 66570\n  end_ms: 68380\n- text: Cleaned in my dream\n  start_ms: 68380\n  end_ms: 69600\n- text: Cookin' up a scheme\n  start_ms: 69600\n  end_ms: 70850\n- text: For all them big bank niggas\n  start_ms: 70850\n  end_ms: 72200\n- text: The world is yours, but it can be mine and his\n  start_ms: 72200\n  end_ms: 74770\n- text: Bust you out the frame, I don't give a fuck who it is\n  start_ms: 74770\n  end_ms: 77460\n- text: Number one mission, opposition\n  start_ms: 77460\n  end_ms: 79570\n- text: Get dumb, succumb and then position\n  start_ms: 79570\n  end_ms: 82470\n- text: In a casket, best wishes\n  start_ms: 82470\n  end_ms: 84330\n- text: At the bottom of the lake, sleepin' with the fishes\n  start_ms: 84330\n  end_ms: 87600\n- text: Full out search for the body\n  start_ms: 87600\n  end_ms: 90230\n- text: Of the MCs who be comin' to disrupt the party\n  start_ms: 90230\n  end_ms: 93200\n- text: No wins, no ends, no way\n  start_ms: 93200\n  end_ms: 95820\n- text: That I'm ever gonna let ya come back again!\n  start_ms: 95820\n  end_ms: 98630\n- text: Check my dramatics\n  start_ms: 98630\n  end_ms: 99440\n- text: Brains get splattered\n  start_ms: 99440\n  end_ms: 100340\n- text: Dreams shattered\n  start_ms: 100340\n  end_ms: 101210\n- text: Sabas get blasted for words he packaged\n  start_ms: 101210\n  end_ms: 102360\n- text: Beat the sequence\n  start_ms: 102360\n  end_ms: 104380\n- text: Bravado lessons on his defense\n  start_ms: 104380\n  end_ms: 106260\n- text: Pile you niggas talkin' fast like Puerto Ricans\n  start_ms: 106260\n  end_ms: 108490\n- text: What you seekin'\n  start_ms: 108490\n  end_ms: 109670\n- text: Son I catch clean like Dominicans\n  start_ms: 109670\n  end_ms: 111250\n- text: Last Mohican\n  start_ms: 111250\n  end_ms: 112380\n- text: Witness I'm speakin, loud as Indians, tomahawk\n  start_ms: 112380\n  end_ms: 114140\n- text: Shaolin slang, the violent talk\n  start_ms: 114140\n  end_ms: 116020\n- text: Upstate New York\n  start_ms: 116020\n  end_ms: 118120\n- text: Where chumps get extorted for Newports\n  start_ms: 118120\n  end_ms: 119480\n- text: What you thought\n  start_ms: 119480\n  end_ms: 120770\n- text: '\"Y ya esta dicho. Todos los que no les guste mi ''rebote'' van a morir'\n  start_ms: 120770\n  end_ms: 126140\n- text: Yo le voy a meter una bala a la cabeza a cualquier maricon, que no me\n  start_ms: 126140\n  end_ms: 129960\n- text: Persiga a mi a la 'singadapuerta', oye, hijo e' puta! 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Aquí, la revelación! No se la ve por television, todos'\n  start_ms: 184680\n  end_ms: 192210\n- text: Los maricones del norte, que los voy a matar yo, va a ser aquí en nuestro\n  start_ms: 192210\n  end_ms: 198530\n- text: Pais y todos los 'singamasones', que están singando un mundo, tambien,\n  start_ms: 198530\n  end_ms: 206750\n- text: Van a ver la muerte de ellos mismos, lo en las manos de ellos, un día,\n  start_ms: 206750\n  end_ms: 212540\n- text: Va a ser sangre, mucha sangre, la peste de los cuerpos muertos, vas a\n  start_ms: 212540\n  end_ms: 222110\n- text: Oír, que se va a hueler', hasta los Estados Unidos, estos cabrones, que con\n  start_ms: 222110\n  end_ms: 230950\n- text: La democracia, que nos 'tan singando en el culo, todos son unos mismos\n  start_ms: 230950\n  end_ms: 236190\n- text: Cabrones\"\n  start_ms: 236190\n  end_ms: 237830\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 237830\nplain: |-\n  \"Esto no me gusta, aquí la gente, la gente no sirve pa' mierda, aquí\n  Yo soy, yo soy Capitan Pingaloca, y to' mundo aquí, me sirve a mi o va\n  Pa'l carajo, oye, revolución compadre!\"\n\n  In the midst of the madness\n  No question, who's the baddest\n  MCs in the game runnin for the status\n  Take a few seconds to review the crews\n  Sittin' on top is the Hill lookin' over you\n  Killa Hill Niggas\n  Cleaned in my dream\n  Cookin' up a scheme\n  For all them big bank niggas\n  The world is yours, but it can be mine and his\n  Bust you out the frame, I don't give a fuck who it is\n  Number one mission, opposition\n  Get dumb, succumb and then position\n  In a casket, best wishes\n  At the bottom of the lake, sleepin' with the fishes\n  Full out search for the body\n  Of the MCs who be comin' to disrupt the party\n  No wins, no ends, no way\n\n  That I'm ever gonna let ya come back again!\n\n  Check my dramatics\n  Brains get splattered\n  Dreams shattered\n  Sabas get blasted for words he packaged\n  Beat the sequence\n  Bravado lessons on his defense\n  Pile you niggas talkin' fast like Puerto Ricans\n  What you seekin'\n  Son I catch clean like Dominicans\n  Last Mohican\n  Witness I'm speakin, loud as Indians, tomahawk\n  Shaolin slang, the violent talk\n  Upstate New York\n\n  Where chumps get extorted for Newports\n  What you thought\n\n  \"Y ya esta dicho. Todos los que no les guste mi 'rebote' van a morir\n  Yo le voy a meter una bala a la cabeza a cualquier maricon, que no me\n  Persiga a mi a la 'singadapuerta', oye, hijo e' puta! Quiero quemarte la\n  Cara!\"\n\n  Words droppin' chant\n  The check DI slant\n  I'm taking these cannabis plants\n  Yo for granted\n  Exotic narcotic\n  Tunes slam soon\n  From a dune\n  In the desert\n  Mega-Babylon pleasure\n  Comin' out the domepiece, smell my aroma\n  Warrior nomad\n  Put you in a coma\n  Comma\n  Llama\n  Smash-crashin' your armor\n  Drama\n  I'm a\n  Stealth aircraft bomber\n  Here is where I dwell\n  At the gates o' hell\n  It ain't where you're from\n  It's where you're in the mentals\n  And if not, yo' credentials\n  Are essential\n  I see reality\n  View things surrounding me\n  Free like a spread, precise strikes the lyric\n  Not frontin' or braggin'\n  Hundred percent red dragon\n  Pine fragranced lyrics, the rhymes you can't imagine\n  The globe-trotter, call me Meadowlog Lemon\n  Five part criminal, two part felon\n\n  \"Esta dicho! Aquí, la revelación! No se la ve por television, todos\n  Los maricones del norte, que los voy a matar yo, va a ser aquí en nuestro\n  Pais y todos los 'singamasones', que están singando un mundo, tambien,\n  Van a ver la muerte de ellos mismos, lo en las manos de ellos, un día,\n  Va a ser sangre, mucha sangre, la peste de los cuerpos muertos, vas a\n  Oír, que se va a hueler', hasta los Estados Unidos, estos cabrones, que con\n  La democracia, que nos 'tan singando en el culo, todos son unos mismos\n  Cabrones\"\n"},{"id":33171740,"name":"Killa Hill Niggas","trackName":"Killa Hill Niggas","artistName":"Cypress Hill","albumName":"Cypress Hill III - Temples Of","duration":244.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"\"Esto no me gusta, aquí la gente, la gente no sirve pa' mierda, aquí\nYo soy, yo soy Capitan Pingaloca, y to' mundo aquí, me sirve a mi o va\nPa'l carajo, oye, revolución compadre!\"\n\nIn the midst of the madness\nNo question, who's the baddest\nMCs in the game runnin for the status\nTake a few seconds to review the crews\nSittin' on top is the Hill lookin' over you\nKilla Hill Niggas\nCleaned in my dream\nCookin' up a scheme\nFor all them big bank niggas\nThe world is yours, but it can be mine and his\nBust you out the frame, I don't give a fuck who it is\nNumber one mission, opposition\nGet dumb, succumb and then position\nIn a casket, best wishes\nAt the bottom of the lake, sleepin' with the fishes\nFull out search for the body\nOf the MCs who be comin' to disrupt the party\nNo wins, no ends, no way\n\nThat I'm ever gonna let ya come back again!\n\nCheck my dramatics\nBrains get splattered\nDreams shattered\nSabas get blasted for words he packaged\nBeat the sequence\nBravado lessons on his defense\nPile you niggas talkin' fast like Puerto Ricans\nWhat you seekin'\nSon I catch clean like Dominicans\nLast Mohican\nWitness I'm speakin, loud as Indians, tomahawk\nShaolin slang, the violent talk\nUpstate New York\n\nWhere chumps get extorted for Newports\nWhat you thought\n\n\"Y ya esta dicho. Todos los que no les guste mi 'rebote' van a morir\nYo le voy a meter una bala a la cabeza a cualquier maricon, que no me\nPersiga a mi a la 'singadapuerta', oye, hijo e' puta! Quiero quemarte la\nCara!\"\n\nWords droppin' chant\nThe check DI slant\nI'm taking these cannabis plants\nYo for granted\nExotic narcotic\nTunes slam soon\nFrom a dune\nIn the desert\nMega-Babylon pleasure\nComin' out the domepiece, smell my aroma\nWarrior nomad\nPut you in a coma\nComma\nLlama\nSmash-crashin' your armor\nDrama\nI'm a\nStealth aircraft bomber\nHere is where I dwell\nAt the gates o' hell\nIt ain't where you're from\nIt's where you're in the mentals\nAnd if not, yo' credentials\nAre essential\nI see reality\nView things surrounding me\nFree like a spread, precise strikes the lyric\nNot frontin' or braggin'\nHundred percent red dragon\nPine fragranced lyrics, the rhymes you can't imagine\nThe globe-trotter, call me Meadowlog Lemon\nFive part criminal, two part felon\n\n\"Esta dicho! Aquí, la revelación! No se la ve por television, todos\nLos maricones del norte, que los voy a matar yo, va a ser aquí en nuestro\nPais y todos los 'singamasones', que están singando un mundo, tambien,\nVan a ver la muerte de ellos mismos, lo en las manos de ellos, un día,\nVa a ser sangre, mucha sangre, la peste de los cuerpos muertos, vas a\nOír, que se va a hueler', hasta los Estados Unidos, estos cabrones, que con\nLa democracia, que nos 'tan singando en el culo, todos son unos mismos\nCabrones\"","syncedLyrics":"[00:40.20] \"Esto no me gusta, aquí la gente, la gente no sirve pa' mierda, aquí\n[00:45.49] Yo soy, yo soy Capitan Pingaloca, y to' mundo aquí, me sirve a mi o va\n[00:50.36] Pa'l carajo, oye, revolución compadre!\"\n[00:56.26] In the midst of the madness\n[00:57.73] No question, who's the baddest\n[00:59.24] MCs in the game runnin for the status\n[01:01.24] Take a few seconds to review the crews\n[01:03.52] Sittin' on top is the Hill lookin' over you\n[01:06.57] Killa Hill Niggas\n[01:08.38] Cleaned in my dream\n[01:09.60] Cookin' up a scheme\n[01:10.85] For all them big bank niggas\n[01:12.20] The world is yours, but it can be mine and his\n[01:14.77] Bust you out the frame, I don't give a fuck who it is\n[01:17.46] Number one mission, opposition\n[01:19.57] Get dumb, succumb and then position\n[01:22.47] In a casket, best wishes\n[01:24.33] At the bottom of the lake, sleepin' with the fishes\n[01:27.60] Full out search for the body\n[01:30.23] Of the MCs who be comin' to disrupt the party\n[01:33.20] No wins, no ends, no way\n[01:35.82] That I'm ever gonna let ya come back again!\n[01:38.63] Check my dramatics\n[01:39.44] Brains get splattered\n[01:40.34] Dreams shattered\n[01:41.21] Sabas get blasted for words he packaged\n[01:42.36] Beat the sequence\n[01:44.38] Bravado lessons on his defense\n[01:46.26] Pile you niggas talkin' fast like Puerto Ricans\n[01:48.49] What you seekin'\n[01:49.67] Son I catch clean like Dominicans\n[01:51.25] Last Mohican\n[01:52.38] Witness I'm speakin, loud as Indians, tomahawk\n[01:54.14] Shaolin slang, the violent talk\n[01:56.02] Upstate New York\n[01:58.12] Where chumps get extorted for Newports\n[01:59.48] What you thought\n[02:00.77] \"Y ya esta dicho. Todos los que no les guste mi 'rebote' van a morir\n[02:06.14] Yo le voy a meter una bala a la cabeza a cualquier maricon, que no me\n[02:09.96] Persiga a mi a la 'singadapuerta', oye, hijo e' puta! Quiero quemarte la\n[02:16.66] Cara!\"\n[02:20.04] Words droppin' chant\n[02:21.10] The check DI slant\n[02:22.57] I'm taking these cannabis plants\n[02:24.11] Yo for granted\n[02:24.97] Exotic narcotic\n[02:26.33] Tunes slam soon\n[02:27.49] From a dune\n[02:28.81] In the desert\n[02:29.54] Mega-Babylon pleasure\n[02:30.92] Comin' out the domepiece, smell my aroma\n[02:32.11] Warrior nomad\n[02:34.16] Put you in a coma\n[02:36.06] Comma\n[02:36.66] Llama\n[02:37.11] Smash-crashin' your armor\n[02:38.27] Drama\n[02:39.02] I'm a\n[02:39.80] Stealth aircraft bomber\n[02:41.03] Here is where I dwell\n[02:42.22] At the gates o' hell\n[02:43.17] It ain't where you're from\n[02:45.39] It's where you're in the mentals\n[02:46.80] And if not, yo' credentials\n[02:48.51] Are essential\n[02:50.32] I see reality\n[02:50.92] View things surrounding me\n[02:51.70] Free like a spread, precise strikes the lyric\n[02:52.79] Not frontin' or braggin'\n[02:54.26] Hundred percent red dragon\n[02:55.06] Pine fragranced lyrics, the rhymes you can't imagine\n[02:59.44] The globe-trotter, call me Meadowlog Lemon\n[03:01.51] Five part criminal, two part felon\n[03:04.68] \"Esta dicho! Aquí, la revelación! No se la ve por television, todos\n[03:12.21] Los maricones del norte, que los voy a matar yo, va a ser aquí en nuestro\n[03:18.53] Pais y todos los 'singamasones', que están singando un mundo, tambien,\n[03:26.75] Van a ver la muerte de ellos mismos, lo en las manos de ellos, un día,\n[03:32.54] Va a ser sangre, mucha sangre, la peste de los cuerpos muertos, vas a\n[03:42.11] Oír, que se va a hueler', hasta los Estados Unidos, estos cabrones, que con\n[03:50.95] La democracia, que nos 'tan singando en el culo, todos son unos mismos\n[03:56.19] Cabrones\"\n[03:57.83] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Killa Hill Niggas\n  artist: Cypress Hill\n  album: Cypress Hill III - Temples Of\n  duration_ms: 244000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: '\"Esto no me gusta, aquí la gente, la gente no sirve pa'' mierda, aquí'\n  start_ms: 40200\n  end_ms: 45490\n- text: Yo soy, yo soy Capitan Pingaloca, y to' mundo aquí, me sirve a mi o va\n  start_ms: 45490\n  end_ms: 50360\n- text: Pa'l carajo, oye, revolución compadre!\"\n  start_ms: 50360\n  end_ms: 56260\n- text: In the midst of the madness\n  start_ms: 56260\n  end_ms: 57730\n- text: No question, who's the baddest\n  start_ms: 57730\n  end_ms: 59240\n- text: MCs in the game runnin for the status\n  start_ms: 59240\n  end_ms: 61240\n- text: Take a few seconds to review the crews\n  start_ms: 61240\n  end_ms: 63520\n- text: Sittin' on top is the Hill lookin' over you\n  start_ms: 63520\n  end_ms: 66570\n- text: Killa Hill Niggas\n  start_ms: 66570\n  end_ms: 68380\n- text: Cleaned in my dream\n  start_ms: 68380\n  end_ms: 69600\n- text: Cookin' up a scheme\n  start_ms: 69600\n  end_ms: 70850\n- text: For all them big bank niggas\n  start_ms: 70850\n  end_ms: 72200\n- text: The world is yours, but it can be mine and his\n  start_ms: 72200\n  end_ms: 74770\n- text: Bust you out the frame, I don't give a fuck who it is\n  start_ms: 74770\n  end_ms: 77460\n- text: Number one mission, opposition\n  start_ms: 77460\n  end_ms: 79570\n- text: Get dumb, succumb and then position\n  start_ms: 79570\n  end_ms: 82470\n- text: In a casket, best wishes\n  start_ms: 82470\n  end_ms: 84330\n- text: At the bottom of the lake, sleepin' with the fishes\n  start_ms: 84330\n  end_ms: 87600\n- text: Full out search for the body\n  start_ms: 87600\n  end_ms: 90230\n- text: Of the MCs who be comin' to disrupt the party\n  start_ms: 90230\n  end_ms: 93200\n- text: No wins, no ends, no way\n  start_ms: 93200\n  end_ms: 95820\n- text: That I'm ever gonna let ya come back again!\n  start_ms: 95820\n  end_ms: 98630\n- text: Check my dramatics\n  start_ms: 98630\n  end_ms: 99440\n- text: Brains get splattered\n  start_ms: 99440\n  end_ms: 100340\n- text: Dreams shattered\n  start_ms: 100340\n  end_ms: 101210\n- text: Sabas get blasted for words he packaged\n  start_ms: 101210\n  end_ms: 102360\n- text: Beat the sequence\n  start_ms: 102360\n  end_ms: 104380\n- text: Bravado lessons on his defense\n  start_ms: 104380\n  end_ms: 106260\n- text: Pile you niggas talkin' fast like Puerto Ricans\n  start_ms: 106260\n  end_ms: 108490\n- text: What you seekin'\n  start_ms: 108490\n  end_ms: 109670\n- text: Son I catch clean like Dominicans\n  start_ms: 109670\n  end_ms: 111250\n- text: Last Mohican\n  start_ms: 111250\n  end_ms: 112380\n- text: Witness I'm speakin, loud as Indians, tomahawk\n  start_ms: 112380\n  end_ms: 114140\n- text: Shaolin slang, the violent talk\n  start_ms: 114140\n  end_ms: 116020\n- text: Upstate New York\n  start_ms: 116020\n  end_ms: 118120\n- text: Where chumps get extorted for Newports\n  start_ms: 118120\n  end_ms: 119480\n- text: What you thought\n  start_ms: 119480\n  end_ms: 120770\n- text: '\"Y ya esta dicho. Todos los que no les guste mi ''rebote'' van a morir'\n  start_ms: 120770\n  end_ms: 126140\n- text: Yo le voy a meter una bala a la cabeza a cualquier maricon, que no me\n  start_ms: 126140\n  end_ms: 129960\n- text: Persiga a mi a la 'singadapuerta', oye, hijo e' puta! 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Aquí, la revelación! No se la ve por television, todos'\n  start_ms: 184680\n  end_ms: 192210\n- text: Los maricones del norte, que los voy a matar yo, va a ser aquí en nuestro\n  start_ms: 192210\n  end_ms: 198530\n- text: Pais y todos los 'singamasones', que están singando un mundo, tambien,\n  start_ms: 198530\n  end_ms: 206750\n- text: Van a ver la muerte de ellos mismos, lo en las manos de ellos, un día,\n  start_ms: 206750\n  end_ms: 212540\n- text: Va a ser sangre, mucha sangre, la peste de los cuerpos muertos, vas a\n  start_ms: 212540\n  end_ms: 222110\n- text: Oír, que se va a hueler', hasta los Estados Unidos, estos cabrones, que con\n  start_ms: 222110\n  end_ms: 230950\n- text: La democracia, que nos 'tan singando en el culo, todos son unos mismos\n  start_ms: 230950\n  end_ms: 236190\n- text: Cabrones\"\n  start_ms: 236190\n  end_ms: 237830\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 237830\nplain: |-\n  \"Esto no me gusta, aquí la gente, la gente no sirve pa' mierda, aquí\n  Yo soy, yo soy Capitan Pingaloca, y to' mundo aquí, me sirve a mi o va\n  Pa'l carajo, oye, revolución compadre!\"\n\n  In the midst of the madness\n  No question, who's the baddest\n  MCs in the game runnin for the status\n  Take a few seconds to review the crews\n  Sittin' on top is the Hill lookin' over you\n  Killa Hill Niggas\n  Cleaned in my dream\n  Cookin' up a scheme\n  For all them big bank niggas\n  The world is yours, but it can be mine and his\n  Bust you out the frame, I don't give a fuck who it is\n  Number one mission, opposition\n  Get dumb, succumb and then position\n  In a casket, best wishes\n  At the bottom of the lake, sleepin' with the fishes\n  Full out search for the body\n  Of the MCs who be comin' to disrupt the party\n  No wins, no ends, no way\n\n  That I'm ever gonna let ya come back again!\n\n  Check my dramatics\n  Brains get splattered\n  Dreams shattered\n  Sabas get blasted for words he packaged\n  Beat the sequence\n  Bravado lessons on his defense\n  Pile you niggas talkin' fast like Puerto Ricans\n  What you seekin'\n  Son I catch clean like Dominicans\n  Last Mohican\n  Witness I'm speakin, loud as Indians, tomahawk\n  Shaolin slang, the violent talk\n  Upstate New York\n\n  Where chumps get extorted for Newports\n  What you thought\n\n  \"Y ya esta dicho. Todos los que no les guste mi 'rebote' van a morir\n  Yo le voy a meter una bala a la cabeza a cualquier maricon, que no me\n  Persiga a mi a la 'singadapuerta', oye, hijo e' puta! Quiero quemarte la\n  Cara!\"\n\n  Words droppin' chant\n  The check DI slant\n  I'm taking these cannabis plants\n  Yo for granted\n  Exotic narcotic\n  Tunes slam soon\n  From a dune\n  In the desert\n  Mega-Babylon pleasure\n  Comin' out the domepiece, smell my aroma\n  Warrior nomad\n  Put you in a coma\n  Comma\n  Llama\n  Smash-crashin' your armor\n  Drama\n  I'm a\n  Stealth aircraft bomber\n  Here is where I dwell\n  At the gates o' hell\n  It ain't where you're from\n  It's where you're in the mentals\n  And if not, yo' credentials\n  Are essential\n  I see reality\n  View things surrounding me\n  Free like a spread, precise strikes the lyric\n  Not frontin' or braggin'\n  Hundred percent red dragon\n  Pine fragranced lyrics, the rhymes you can't imagine\n  The globe-trotter, call me Meadowlog Lemon\n  Five part criminal, two part felon\n\n  \"Esta dicho! Aquí, la revelación! No se la ve por television, todos\n  Los maricones del norte, que los voy a matar yo, va a ser aquí en nuestro\n  Pais y todos los 'singamasones', que están singando un mundo, tambien,\n  Van a ver la muerte de ellos mismos, lo en las manos de ellos, un día,\n  Va a ser sangre, mucha sangre, la peste de los cuerpos muertos, vas a\n  Oír, que se va a hueler', hasta los Estados Unidos, estos cabrones, que con\n  La democracia, que nos 'tan singando en el culo, todos son unos mismos\n  Cabrones\"\n"},{"id":27011710,"name":"Killa Hill Niggas","trackName":"Killa Hill Niggas","artistName":"Cypress Hill","albumName":"The Essential Cypress Hill CD2","duration":207.490612,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"\"Esto no me gusta, aquí la gente, la gente no sirve pa' mierda, aquí\nYo soy, yo soy Capitan Pingaloca, y to' mundo aquí, me sirve a mi o va\nPa'l carajo, oye, revolución compadre!\"\n\nIn the midst of the madness\nNo question, who's the baddest\nMCs in the game runnin for the status\nTake a few seconds to review the crews\nSittin' on top is the Hill lookin' over you\nKilla Hill Niggas\nCleaned in my dream\nCookin' up a scheme\nFor all them big bank niggas\nThe world is yours, but it can be mine and his\nBust you out the frame, I don't give a fuck who it is\nNumber one mission, opposition\nGet dumb, succumb and then position\nIn a casket, best wishes\nAt the bottom of the lake, sleepin' with the fishes\nFull out search for the body\nOf the MCs who be comin' to disrupt the party\nNo wins, no ends, no way\n\nThat I'm ever gonna let ya come back again!\n\nCheck my dramatics\nBrains get splattered\nDreams shattered\nSabas get blasted for words he packaged\nBeat the sequence\nBravado lessons on his defense\nPile you niggas talkin' fast like Puerto Ricans\nWhat you seekin'\nSon I catch clean like Dominicans\nLast Mohican\nWitness I'm speakin, loud as Indians, tomahawk\nShaolin slang, the violent talk\nUpstate New York\n\nWhere chumps get extorted for Newports\nWhat you thought\n\n\"Y ya esta dicho. Todos los que no les guste mi 'rebote' van a morir\nYo le voy a meter una bala a la cabeza a cualquier maricon, que no me\nPersiga a mi a la 'singadapuerta', oye, hijo e' puta! Quiero quemarte la\nCara!\"\n\nWords droppin' chant\nThe check DI slant\nI'm taking these cannabis plants\nYo for granted\nExotic narcotic\nTunes slam soon\nFrom a dune\nIn the desert\nMega-Babylon pleasure\nComin' out the domepiece, smell my aroma\nWarrior nomad\nPut you in a coma\nComma\nLlama\nSmash-crashin' your armor\nDrama\nI'm a\nStealth aircraft bomber\nHere is where I dwell\nAt the gates o' hell\nIt ain't where you're from\nIt's where you're in the mentals\nAnd if not, yo' credentials\nAre essential\nI see reality\nView things surrounding me\nFree like a spread, precise strikes the lyric\nNot frontin' or braggin'\nHundred percent red dragon\nPine fragranced lyrics, the rhymes you can't imagine\nThe globe-trotter, call me Meadowlog Lemon\nFive part criminal, two part felon\n\n\"Esta dicho! Aquí, la revelación! No se la ve por television, todos\nLos maricones del norte, que los voy a matar yo, va a ser aquí en nuestro\nPais y todos los 'singamasones', que están singando un mundo, tambien,\nVan a ver la muerte de ellos mismos, lo en las manos de ellos, un día,\nVa a ser sangre, mucha sangre, la peste de los cuerpos muertos, vas a\nOír, que se va a hueler', hasta los Estados Unidos, estos cabrones, que con\nLa democracia, que nos 'tan singando en el culo, todos son unos mismos\nCabrones\"","syncedLyrics":"[00:40.20] \"Esto no me gusta, aquí la gente, la gente no sirve pa' mierda, aquí\n[00:45.49] Yo soy, yo soy Capitan Pingaloca, y to' mundo aquí, me sirve a mi o va\n[00:50.36] Pa'l carajo, oye, revolución compadre!\"\n[00:56.26] In the midst of the madness\n[00:57.73] No question, who's the baddest\n[00:59.24] MCs in the game runnin for the status\n[01:01.24] Take a few seconds to review the crews\n[01:03.52] Sittin' on top is the Hill lookin' over you\n[01:06.57] Killa Hill Niggas\n[01:08.38] Cleaned in my dream\n[01:09.60] Cookin' up a scheme\n[01:10.85] For all them big bank niggas\n[01:12.20] The world is yours, but it can be mine and his\n[01:14.77] Bust you out the frame, I don't give a fuck who it is\n[01:17.46] Number one mission, opposition\n[01:19.57] Get dumb, succumb and then position\n[01:22.47] In a casket, best wishes\n[01:24.33] At the bottom of the lake, sleepin' with the fishes\n[01:27.60] Full out search for the body\n[01:30.23] Of the MCs who be comin' to disrupt the party\n[01:33.20] No wins, no ends, no way\n[01:35.82] That I'm ever gonna let ya come back again!\n[01:38.63] Check my dramatics\n[01:39.44] Brains get splattered\n[01:40.34] Dreams shattered\n[01:41.21] Sabas get blasted for words he packaged\n[01:42.36] Beat the sequence\n[01:44.38] Bravado lessons on his defense\n[01:46.26] Pile you niggas talkin' fast like Puerto Ricans\n[01:48.49] What you seekin'\n[01:49.67] Son I catch clean like Dominicans\n[01:51.25] Last Mohican\n[01:52.38] Witness I'm speakin, loud as Indians, tomahawk\n[01:54.14] Shaolin slang, the violent talk\n[01:56.02] Upstate New York\n[01:58.12] Where chumps get extorted for Newports\n[01:59.48] What you thought\n[02:00.77] \"Y ya esta dicho. Todos los que no les guste mi 'rebote' van a morir\n[02:06.14] Yo le voy a meter una bala a la cabeza a cualquier maricon, que no me\n[02:09.96] Persiga a mi a la 'singadapuerta', oye, hijo e' puta! Quiero quemarte la\n[02:16.66] Cara!\"\n[02:20.04] Words droppin' chant\n[02:21.10] The check DI slant\n[02:22.57] I'm taking these cannabis plants\n[02:24.11] Yo for granted\n[02:24.97] Exotic narcotic\n[02:26.33] Tunes slam soon\n[02:27.49] From a dune\n[02:28.81] In the desert\n[02:29.54] Mega-Babylon pleasure\n[02:30.92] Comin' out the domepiece, smell my aroma\n[02:32.11] Warrior nomad\n[02:34.16] Put you in a coma\n[02:36.06] Comma\n[02:36.66] Llama\n[02:37.11] Smash-crashin' your armor\n[02:38.27] Drama\n[02:39.02] I'm a\n[02:39.80] Stealth aircraft bomber\n[02:41.03] Here is where I dwell\n[02:42.22] At the gates o' hell\n[02:43.17] It ain't where you're from\n[02:45.39] It's where you're in the mentals\n[02:46.80] And if not, yo' credentials\n[02:48.51] Are essential\n[02:50.32] I see reality\n[02:50.92] View things surrounding me\n[02:51.70] Free like a spread, precise strikes the lyric\n[02:52.79] Not frontin' or braggin'\n[02:54.26] Hundred percent red dragon\n[02:55.06] Pine fragranced lyrics, the rhymes you can't imagine\n[02:59.44] The globe-trotter, call me Meadowlog Lemon\n[03:01.51] Five part criminal, two part felon\n[03:04.68] \"Esta dicho! Aquí, la revelación! No se la ve por television, todos\n[03:12.21] Los maricones del norte, que los voy a matar yo, va a ser aquí en nuestro\n[03:18.53] Pais y todos los 'singamasones', que están singando un mundo, tambien,\n[03:26.75] Van a ver la muerte de ellos mismos, lo en las manos de ellos, un día,\n[03:32.54] Va a ser sangre, mucha sangre, la peste de los cuerpos muertos, vas a\n[03:42.11] Oír, que se va a hueler', hasta los Estados Unidos, estos cabrones, que con\n[03:50.95] La democracia, que nos 'tan singando en el culo, todos son unos mismos\n[03:56.19] Cabrones\"\n[03:57.83] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Killa Hill Niggas\n  artist: Cypress Hill\n  album: The Essential Cypress Hill CD2\n  duration_ms: 207491\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: '\"Esto no me gusta, aquí la gente, la gente no sirve pa'' mierda, aquí'\n  start_ms: 40200\n  end_ms: 45490\n- text: Yo soy, yo soy Capitan Pingaloca, y to' mundo aquí, me sirve a mi o va\n  start_ms: 45490\n  end_ms: 50360\n- text: Pa'l carajo, oye, revolución compadre!\"\n  start_ms: 50360\n  end_ms: 56260\n- text: In the midst of the madness\n  start_ms: 56260\n  end_ms: 57730\n- text: No question, who's the baddest\n  start_ms: 57730\n  end_ms: 59240\n- text: MCs in the game runnin for the status\n  start_ms: 59240\n  end_ms: 61240\n- text: Take a few seconds to review the crews\n  start_ms: 61240\n  end_ms: 63520\n- text: Sittin' on top is the Hill lookin' over you\n  start_ms: 63520\n  end_ms: 66570\n- text: Killa Hill Niggas\n  start_ms: 66570\n  end_ms: 68380\n- text: Cleaned in my dream\n  start_ms: 68380\n  end_ms: 69600\n- text: Cookin' up a scheme\n  start_ms: 69600\n  end_ms: 70850\n- text: For all them big bank niggas\n  start_ms: 70850\n  end_ms: 72200\n- text: The world is yours, but it can be mine and his\n  start_ms: 72200\n  end_ms: 74770\n- text: Bust you out the frame, I don't give a fuck who it is\n  start_ms: 74770\n  end_ms: 77460\n- text: Number one mission, opposition\n  start_ms: 77460\n  end_ms: 79570\n- text: Get dumb, succumb and then position\n  start_ms: 79570\n  end_ms: 82470\n- text: In a casket, best wishes\n  start_ms: 82470\n  end_ms: 84330\n- text: At the bottom of the lake, sleepin' with the fishes\n  start_ms: 84330\n  end_ms: 87600\n- text: Full out search for the body\n  start_ms: 87600\n  end_ms: 90230\n- text: Of the MCs who be comin' to disrupt the party\n  start_ms: 90230\n  end_ms: 93200\n- text: No wins, no ends, no way\n  start_ms: 93200\n  end_ms: 95820\n- text: That I'm ever gonna let ya come back again!\n  start_ms: 95820\n  end_ms: 98630\n- text: Check my dramatics\n  start_ms: 98630\n  end_ms: 99440\n- text: Brains get splattered\n  start_ms: 99440\n  end_ms: 100340\n- text: Dreams shattered\n  start_ms: 100340\n  end_ms: 101210\n- text: Sabas get blasted for words he packaged\n  start_ms: 101210\n  end_ms: 102360\n- text: Beat the sequence\n  start_ms: 102360\n  end_ms: 104380\n- text: Bravado lessons on his defense\n  start_ms: 104380\n  end_ms: 106260\n- text: Pile you niggas talkin' fast like Puerto Ricans\n  start_ms: 106260\n  end_ms: 108490\n- text: What you seekin'\n  start_ms: 108490\n  end_ms: 109670\n- text: Son I catch clean like Dominicans\n  start_ms: 109670\n  end_ms: 111250\n- text: Last Mohican\n  start_ms: 111250\n  end_ms: 112380\n- text: Witness I'm speakin, loud as Indians, tomahawk\n  start_ms: 112380\n  end_ms: 114140\n- text: Shaolin slang, the violent talk\n  start_ms: 114140\n  end_ms: 116020\n- text: Upstate New York\n  start_ms: 116020\n  end_ms: 118120\n- text: Where chumps get extorted for Newports\n  start_ms: 118120\n  end_ms: 119480\n- text: What you thought\n  start_ms: 119480\n  end_ms: 120770\n- text: '\"Y ya esta dicho. Todos los que no les guste mi ''rebote'' van a morir'\n  start_ms: 120770\n  end_ms: 126140\n- text: Yo le voy a meter una bala a la cabeza a cualquier maricon, que no me\n  start_ms: 126140\n  end_ms: 129960\n- text: Persiga a mi a la 'singadapuerta', oye, hijo e' puta! 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Aquí, la revelación! No se la ve por television, todos'\n  start_ms: 184680\n  end_ms: 192210\n- text: Los maricones del norte, que los voy a matar yo, va a ser aquí en nuestro\n  start_ms: 192210\n  end_ms: 198530\n- text: Pais y todos los 'singamasones', que están singando un mundo, tambien,\n  start_ms: 198530\n  end_ms: 206750\n- text: Van a ver la muerte de ellos mismos, lo en las manos de ellos, un día,\n  start_ms: 206750\n  end_ms: 212540\n- text: Va a ser sangre, mucha sangre, la peste de los cuerpos muertos, vas a\n  start_ms: 212540\n  end_ms: 222110\n- text: Oír, que se va a hueler', hasta los Estados Unidos, estos cabrones, que con\n  start_ms: 222110\n  end_ms: 230950\n- text: La democracia, que nos 'tan singando en el culo, todos son unos mismos\n  start_ms: 230950\n  end_ms: 236190\n- text: Cabrones\"\n  start_ms: 236190\n  end_ms: 237830\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 237830\nplain: |-\n  \"Esto no me gusta, aquí la gente, la gente no sirve pa' mierda, aquí\n  Yo soy, yo soy Capitan Pingaloca, y to' mundo aquí, me sirve a mi o va\n  Pa'l carajo, oye, revolución compadre!\"\n\n  In the midst of the madness\n  No question, who's the baddest\n  MCs in the game runnin for the status\n  Take a few seconds to review the crews\n  Sittin' on top is the Hill lookin' over you\n  Killa Hill Niggas\n  Cleaned in my dream\n  Cookin' up a scheme\n  For all them big bank niggas\n  The world is yours, but it can be mine and his\n  Bust you out the frame, I don't give a fuck who it is\n  Number one mission, opposition\n  Get dumb, succumb and then position\n  In a casket, best wishes\n  At the bottom of the lake, sleepin' with the fishes\n  Full out search for the body\n  Of the MCs who be comin' to disrupt the party\n  No wins, no ends, no way\n\n  That I'm ever gonna let ya come back again!\n\n  Check my dramatics\n  Brains get splattered\n  Dreams shattered\n  Sabas get blasted for words he packaged\n  Beat the sequence\n  Bravado lessons on his defense\n  Pile you niggas talkin' fast like Puerto Ricans\n  What you seekin'\n  Son I catch clean like Dominicans\n  Last Mohican\n  Witness I'm speakin, loud as Indians, tomahawk\n  Shaolin slang, the violent talk\n  Upstate New York\n\n  Where chumps get extorted for Newports\n  What you thought\n\n  \"Y ya esta dicho. Todos los que no les guste mi 'rebote' van a morir\n  Yo le voy a meter una bala a la cabeza a cualquier maricon, que no me\n  Persiga a mi a la 'singadapuerta', oye, hijo e' puta! Quiero quemarte la\n  Cara!\"\n\n  Words droppin' chant\n  The check DI slant\n  I'm taking these cannabis plants\n  Yo for granted\n  Exotic narcotic\n  Tunes slam soon\n  From a dune\n  In the desert\n  Mega-Babylon pleasure\n  Comin' out the domepiece, smell my aroma\n  Warrior nomad\n  Put you in a coma\n  Comma\n  Llama\n  Smash-crashin' your armor\n  Drama\n  I'm a\n  Stealth aircraft bomber\n  Here is where I dwell\n  At the gates o' hell\n  It ain't where you're from\n  It's where you're in the mentals\n  And if not, yo' credentials\n  Are essential\n  I see reality\n  View things surrounding me\n  Free like a spread, precise strikes the lyric\n  Not frontin' or braggin'\n  Hundred percent red dragon\n  Pine fragranced lyrics, the rhymes you can't imagine\n  The globe-trotter, call me Meadowlog Lemon\n  Five part criminal, two part felon\n\n  \"Esta dicho! Aquí, la revelación! No se la ve por television, todos\n  Los maricones del norte, que los voy a matar yo, va a ser aquí en nuestro\n  Pais y todos los 'singamasones', que están singando un mundo, tambien,\n  Van a ver la muerte de ellos mismos, lo en las manos de ellos, un día,\n  Va a ser sangre, mucha sangre, la peste de los cuerpos muertos, vas a\n  Oír, que se va a hueler', hasta los Estados Unidos, estos cabrones, que con\n  La democracia, que nos 'tan singando en el culo, todos son unos mismos\n  Cabrones\"\n"},{"id":33024214,"name":"25 Killa Hill Niggas","trackName":"25 Killa Hill Niggas","artistName":"Cypress Hill","albumName":"The Essential Cypress Hill","duration":207.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"esto no me gusta. aqui la gente, la gente no sirve pa' mierda. aqui\nYo soy, yo soy capitan pingaloca.\nwhy to' mundo aqui, me sirve a mi o va\nPa'l carajo. oye... revolucion compadre!\"\n\nIn the midst of the madness\nNo question, who's the baddest\nMcs in the game runnin for the status\nTake a few seconds to review the crews\nSittin' on top is the hill lookin' over you\nKilla hill niggas\nCleaned in my dream\nCookin' up a scheme\nFor all them big bank niggas\nThe world is yours, but it can be mine and his\nBust you out the frame, I don't give a fuck who it is\nNumber one mission, opposition\nGet dumb, succumb and then position\nIn a casket, best wishes\nAt the bottom of the lake, sleepin' with the fishes\nFull out search for the body\nOf the mcs who be comin' to disrupt the party\nNo wins, no ends, no way\nThat I'm ever gonna let ya come back again!\n\nCheck my dramatics\nBrains get splattered\nDreams shattered\nSabas get blasted for words he packaged\nBeat the sequence\nBravado lessons on his defense\nPile you niggas talkin' fast like puerto ricans\nWhat you seekin'\nSon I catch clean like dominicans\nLast mohican\nWitness I'm speakin, loud as indians, tomahawk\nShaolin slang, the violent talk\nUpstate new york\nWhere chumps get extorted for newports\nWhat you thought\n\nEase back, ease back or I squeeze up on the trigger\nThen I'm never gonna let ya come back again\nThe' the' the' then I'm never gonna let ya come back again\nEase back, ease back or I squeeze up on the trigger\nThen I'm never gonna let ya come back again\nEase back, ease back\nEase back, ease back or I squeeze up on the trigger\nThen I'm never gonna let ya come back again\n\n\"why ya esta dicho.\ntodos los que no les guste mi 'rebote' van a morir.\nYo le voy a meter una bala a la cabeza a cualquier maricon, que no me\nPersiga a mi a la 'singadapuerta'. oye, hijo puta! quiero quemarte la\nCara!\"\n\nWords droppin' chant\nThe check di slant\nI'm taking these cannabis plants\nYo for granted\nExotic narcotic\nTunes slam soon\nFrom a dune\nIn the desert\nMega-babylon pleasure\nComin' out the domepiece, smell my aroma\nWarrior nomad\nPut you in a coma\nComma\nLlama\nSmash-crashin' your armor\nDrama\nI'm a\nStealth aircraft bomber\nHere is where I dwell\nAt the gates o' hell\nIt ain't where you're from\nIt's where you're in the mentals\nAnd if not, yo' credentials\nAre essential\nI see reality\nView things surrounding me\nFree like a spread, precise strikes the lyric\nNot frontin' or braggin'\nHundred percent red dragon\nPine fragranced lyrics, the rhymes you can't imagine\nThe globe-trotter, call me meadowlog lemon\nFive part criminal, two part felon\n\nThen I'm never gonna let ya come back again\nThe' the' the' then I'm never gonna let ya come back again\nEase back, ease back or I squeeze up on the trigger\nThe' then I'm never gonna let ya come back again\nEase back, ease back or I squeeze up on the trigger\nThen I'm never gonna let ya come back again\nEase,\nEase back\nEase back, ease back or I squeeze up on the trigger\nThen I'm never gonna let ya come back again\nEase back or I squeeze up on the trigger\n\n\"esta dicho! aqui, la revelacion! no se la ve por television. todos\nLos maricones del norte,\nque los voy a matar yo. va a ser aqui en nuestro\nPais. why todos los 'singamasones',\nque estan singando un mundo. tambien,\nVan a ver la muerte de ellos mismos, lo en las manos de ellos. un dia,\nVa a ser sangre, mucha sangre. la peste de los cuerpos muertos, vas a\nOir, que se va a hueler.\nhasta los estados unidos, estos cabrones, que con\nLa democracia, que nos 'tan singando en el culo. todos son unos mismos\nCabrones...\"","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: 25 Killa Hill Niggas\n  artist: Cypress Hill\n  album: The Essential Cypress Hill\n  duration_ms: 207000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  esto no me gusta. aqui la gente, la gente no sirve pa' mierda. aqui\n  Yo soy, yo soy capitan pingaloca.\n  why to' mundo aqui, me sirve a mi o va\n  Pa'l carajo. oye... revolucion compadre!\"\n\n  In the midst of the madness\n  No question, who's the baddest\n  Mcs in the game runnin for the status\n  Take a few seconds to review the crews\n  Sittin' on top is the hill lookin' over you\n  Killa hill niggas\n  Cleaned in my dream\n  Cookin' up a scheme\n  For all them big bank niggas\n  The world is yours, but it can be mine and his\n  Bust you out the frame, I don't give a fuck who it is\n  Number one mission, opposition\n  Get dumb, succumb and then position\n  In a casket, best wishes\n  At the bottom of the lake, sleepin' with the fishes\n  Full out search for the body\n  Of the mcs who be comin' to disrupt the party\n  No wins, no ends, no way\n  That I'm ever gonna let ya come back again!\n\n  Check my dramatics\n  Brains get splattered\n  Dreams shattered\n  Sabas get blasted for words he packaged\n  Beat the sequence\n  Bravado lessons on his defense\n  Pile you niggas talkin' fast like puerto ricans\n  What you seekin'\n  Son I catch clean like dominicans\n  Last mohican\n  Witness I'm speakin, loud as indians, tomahawk\n  Shaolin slang, the violent talk\n  Upstate new york\n  Where chumps get extorted for newports\n  What you thought\n\n  Ease back, ease back or I squeeze up on the trigger\n  Then I'm never gonna let ya come back again\n  The' the' the' then I'm never gonna let ya come back again\n  Ease back, ease back or I squeeze up on the trigger\n  Then I'm never gonna let ya come back again\n  Ease back, ease back\n  Ease back, ease back or I squeeze up on the trigger\n  Then I'm never gonna let ya come back again\n\n  \"why ya esta dicho.\n  todos los que no les guste mi 'rebote' van a morir.\n  Yo le voy a meter una bala a la cabeza a cualquier maricon, que no me\n  Persiga a mi a la 'singadapuerta'. oye, hijo puta! quiero quemarte la\n  Cara!\"\n\n  Words droppin' chant\n  The check di slant\n  I'm taking these cannabis plants\n  Yo for granted\n  Exotic narcotic\n  Tunes slam soon\n  From a dune\n  In the desert\n  Mega-babylon pleasure\n  Comin' out the domepiece, smell my aroma\n  Warrior nomad\n  Put you in a coma\n  Comma\n  Llama\n  Smash-crashin' your armor\n  Drama\n  I'm a\n  Stealth aircraft bomber\n  Here is where I dwell\n  At the gates o' hell\n  It ain't where you're from\n  It's where you're in the mentals\n  And if not, yo' credentials\n  Are essential\n  I see reality\n  View things surrounding me\n  Free like a spread, precise strikes the lyric\n  Not frontin' or braggin'\n  Hundred percent red dragon\n  Pine fragranced lyrics, the rhymes you can't imagine\n  The globe-trotter, call me meadowlog lemon\n  Five part criminal, two part felon\n\n  Then I'm never gonna let ya come back again\n  The' the' the' then I'm never gonna let ya come back again\n  Ease back, ease back or I squeeze up on the trigger\n  The' then I'm never gonna let ya come back again\n  Ease back, ease back or I squeeze up on the trigger\n  Then I'm never gonna let ya come back again\n  Ease,\n  Ease back\n  Ease back, ease back or I squeeze up on the trigger\n  Then I'm never gonna let ya come back again\n  Ease back or I squeeze up on the trigger\n\n  \"esta dicho! aqui, la revelacion! no se la ve por television. todos\n  Los maricones del norte,\n  que los voy a matar yo. va a ser aqui en nuestro\n  Pais. why todos los 'singamasones',\n  que estan singando un mundo. tambien,\n  Van a ver la muerte de ellos mismos, lo en las manos de ellos. un dia,\n  Va a ser sangre, mucha sangre. la peste de los cuerpos muertos, vas a\n  Oir, que se va a hueler.\n  hasta los estados unidos, estos cabrones, que con\n  La democracia, que nos 'tan singando en el culo. todos son unos mismos\n  Cabrones...\"\n"},{"id":6324300,"name":"Killa Hill Niggas","trackName":"Killa Hill Niggas","artistName":"Cypress Hill","albumName":"Cypress Hill III: Temples of Boom","duration":240.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"\"Esto no me gusta, aquí la gente, la gente no sirve pa' mierda, aquí\nYo soy, yo soy Capitan Pingaloca, y to' mundo aquí, me sirve a mi o va\nPa'l carajo, oye, revolución compadre!\"\n\nIn the midst of the madness\nNo question, who's the baddest\nMCs in the game runnin for the status\nTake a few seconds to review the crews\nSittin' on top is the Hill lookin' over you\nKilla Hill Niggas\nCleaned in my dream\nCookin' up a scheme\nFor all them big bank niggas\nThe world is yours, but it can be mine and his\nBust you out the frame, I don't give a fuck who it is\nNumber one mission, opposition\nGet dumb, succumb and then position\nIn a casket, best wishes\nAt the bottom of the lake, sleepin' with the fishes\nFull out search for the body\nOf the MCs who be comin' to disrupt the party\nNo wins, no ends, no way\n\nThat I'm ever gonna let ya come back again!\n\nCheck my dramatics\nBrains get splattered\nDreams shattered\nSabas get blasted for words he packaged\nBeat the sequence\nBravado lessons on his defense\nPile you niggas talkin' fast like Puerto Ricans\nWhat you seekin'\nSon I catch clean like Dominicans\nLast Mohican\nWitness I'm speakin, loud as Indians, tomahawk\nShaolin slang, the violent talk\nUpstate New York\n\nWhere chumps get extorted for Newports\nWhat you thought\n\n\"Y ya esta dicho. Todos los que no les guste mi 'rebote' van a morir\nYo le voy a meter una bala a la cabeza a cualquier maricon, que no me\nPersiga a mi a la 'singadapuerta', oye, hijo e' puta! Quiero quemarte la\nCara!\"\n\nWords droppin' chant\nThe check DI slant\nI'm taking these cannabis plants\nYo for granted\nExotic narcotic\nTunes slam soon\nFrom a dune\nIn the desert\nMega-Babylon pleasure\nComin' out the domepiece, smell my aroma\nWarrior nomad\nPut you in a coma\nComma\nLlama\nSmash-crashin' your armor\nDrama\nI'm a\nStealth aircraft bomber\nHere is where I dwell\nAt the gates o' hell\nIt ain't where you're from\nIt's where you're in the mentals\nAnd if not, yo' credentials\nAre essential\nI see reality\nView things surrounding me\nFree like a spread, precise strikes the lyric\nNot frontin' or braggin'\nHundred percent red dragon\nPine fragranced lyrics, the rhymes you can't imagine\nThe globe-trotter, call me Meadowlog Lemon\nFive part criminal, two part felon\n\n\"Esta dicho! Aquí, la revelación! No se la ve por television, todos\nLos maricones del norte, que los voy a matar yo, va a ser aquí en nuestro\nPais y todos los 'singamasones', que están singando un mundo, tambien,\nVan a ver la muerte de ellos mismos, lo en las manos de ellos, un día,\nVa a ser sangre, mucha sangre, la peste de los cuerpos muertos, vas a\nOír, que se va a hueler', hasta los Estados Unidos, estos cabrones, que con\nLa democracia, que nos 'tan singando en el culo, todos son unos mismos\nCabrones\"","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Killa Hill Niggas\n  artist: Cypress Hill\n  album: 'Cypress Hill III: Temples of Boom'\n  duration_ms: 240000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  \"Esto no me gusta, aquí la gente, la gente no sirve pa' mierda, aquí\n  Yo soy, yo soy Capitan Pingaloca, y to' mundo aquí, me sirve a mi o va\n  Pa'l carajo, oye, revolución compadre!\"\n\n  In the midst of the madness\n  No question, who's the baddest\n  MCs in the game runnin for the status\n  Take a few seconds to review the crews\n  Sittin' on top is the Hill lookin' over you\n  Killa Hill Niggas\n  Cleaned in my dream\n  Cookin' up a scheme\n  For all them big bank niggas\n  The world is yours, but it can be mine and his\n  Bust you out the frame, I don't give a fuck who it is\n  Number one mission, opposition\n  Get dumb, succumb and then position\n  In a casket, best wishes\n  At the bottom of the lake, sleepin' with the fishes\n  Full out search for the body\n  Of the MCs who be comin' to disrupt the party\n  No wins, no ends, no way\n\n  That I'm ever gonna let ya come back again!\n\n  Check my dramatics\n  Brains get splattered\n  Dreams shattered\n  Sabas get blasted for words he packaged\n  Beat the sequence\n  Bravado lessons on his defense\n  Pile you niggas talkin' fast like Puerto Ricans\n  What you seekin'\n  Son I catch clean like Dominicans\n  Last Mohican\n  Witness I'm speakin, loud as Indians, tomahawk\n  Shaolin slang, the violent talk\n  Upstate New York\n\n  Where chumps get extorted for Newports\n  What you thought\n\n  \"Y ya esta dicho. Todos los que no les guste mi 'rebote' van a morir\n  Yo le voy a meter una bala a la cabeza a cualquier maricon, que no me\n  Persiga a mi a la 'singadapuerta', oye, hijo e' puta! Quiero quemarte la\n  Cara!\"\n\n  Words droppin' chant\n  The check DI slant\n  I'm taking these cannabis plants\n  Yo for granted\n  Exotic narcotic\n  Tunes slam soon\n  From a dune\n  In the desert\n  Mega-Babylon pleasure\n  Comin' out the domepiece, smell my aroma\n  Warrior nomad\n  Put you in a coma\n  Comma\n  Llama\n  Smash-crashin' your armor\n  Drama\n  I'm a\n  Stealth aircraft bomber\n  Here is where I dwell\n  At the gates o' hell\n  It ain't where you're from\n  It's where you're in the mentals\n  And if not, yo' credentials\n  Are essential\n  I see reality\n  View things surrounding me\n  Free like a spread, precise strikes the lyric\n  Not frontin' or braggin'\n  Hundred percent red dragon\n  Pine fragranced lyrics, the rhymes you can't imagine\n  The globe-trotter, call me Meadowlog Lemon\n  Five part criminal, two part felon\n\n  \"Esta dicho! Aquí, la revelación! No se la ve por television, todos\n  Los maricones del norte, que los voy a matar yo, va a ser aquí en nuestro\n  Pais y todos los 'singamasones', que están singando un mundo, tambien,\n  Van a ver la muerte de ellos mismos, lo en las manos de ellos, un día,\n  Va a ser sangre, mucha sangre, la peste de los cuerpos muertos, vas a\n  Oír, que se va a hueler', hasta los Estados Unidos, estos cabrones, que con\n  La democracia, que nos 'tan singando en el culo, todos son unos mismos\n  Cabrones\"\n"},{"id":14203731,"name":"Killa Hill Niggas","trackName":"Killa Hill Niggas","artistName":"Cypress Hill","albumName":"Cypress Hill III: Temples of Boom","duration":243.4065,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Esto no me gusta, aquí la gente, la gente no sirve pa' mierda, aquí\nYo soy, yo soy Capitan Pingaloca, y to' mundo aquí, me sirve a mi o va\nPa'l carajo, oye, revolución compadre!\n\nIn the midst of the madness no question, who's the baddest?\nMC's in the game runnin' for the status\nTake a few seconds to review the crews\nSittin' on top is the Hill lookin' over you\nKilla Hill Niggas, cream in my dream\nCookin' up a scheme for all them big bank figures\nThe world is yours, but it can be mine and his\nBust you out the frame, I don't give a fuck who it is\n\nNumber one mission, opposition\nGet thrown sent home in dead position\nIn the casket, best wishes\nAt the bottom of the lake, sleeping with the fishes\nFull out search for the body\nOf the MCs who be comin' to disrupt the party\nNo wins, no ends, no way\nThat I'm ever gonna let you come back again!\n\nCheck my dramatics, brains get splattered, dreams shattered\nSabas get blasted for words he packaged\nPeep the sequence; crab adolescents, on his defense\nPower-U niggas talkin' fast like Puerto Ricans\nWhat you seekin', son I catch cream like Dominicans\nLast Mohican, lyrics I'm speakin', wild as Indians\nTomahawk, Shaolin slang, the violent talk\nUpstate New York, where chumps get extorted for Newports\nWhat you thought?\n\nY ya esta dicho\nTodos los que no les guste mi 'rebote' van a morir\nYo le voy a meter una bala a la cabeza a cualquier maricon, que no me\nPersiga a mi a la 'singadapuerta', oye, hijo e' puta\nQuiero quemarte la cara\n\nWords drop in chant, the cheeky-eyed slant\nI'm takin' these cannabis plants yo for grant'\nExotic, narcotic, tunes slam soon\nFrom a dune in the desert, mega-Babylon pleasure\nComin' out the domepiece, smell my aroma\nWarrior nomad put you in a coma\nComma, llama, smash-crashin' your armor\nDrama, I'm a stealth aircraft bomber\n\nHere is where I dwell at the gates o' hell\nIt ain't where you're from it's where you're in the mentals\nAnd if not yo, credentials are essential\nI see reality, few things surrounding me\nFree like a spirit, precise strikes the lyric\nNot fronting or bragging, hundred percent red dragon\nPine fragranced lyrics, the rhymes you can't imagine\nThe globe-trotter, call me Meadowlark Lemon\nFive part criminal, two part felon (esto es muy antiguo)\n\nEsta dicho!\nAquí, la revolución!\nNo se va a ver por televisión\nTodos los maricones del norte, que los voy a matar yo\nVa a ser aquí en nuestro país\nY todos los 'singao masones'\n\nQue están chingando el mundo\nTambién, van a ver la muerte de ellos mismos\nEn las manos de ellos. Un día, va a ser sangre\"\nMucha sangre\nLa peste de los cuerpos muertos, van a oír\nQue se va a hueler hasta los Estados Unidos, estos cabrones\nQue con la democracia, que nos 'tan chingando en el culo\nTodos son unos mismos cabrones","syncedLyrics":"[00:37.21] Esto no me gusta, aquí la gente, la gente no sirve pa' mierda, aquí\n[00:44.24] Yo soy, yo soy Capitan Pingaloca, y to' mundo aquí, me sirve a mi o va\n[00:51.60] Pa'l carajo, oye, revolución compadre!\n[00:55.97] In the midst of the madness no question, who's the baddest?\n[00:59.26] MC's in the game runnin' for the status\n[01:01.87] Take a few seconds to review the crews\n[01:04.57] Sittin' on top is the Hill lookin' over you\n[01:07.13] Killa Hill Niggas, cream in my dream\n[01:09.30] Cookin' up a scheme for all them big bank figures\n[01:12.24] The world is yours, but it can be mine and his\n[01:15.00] Bust you out the frame, I don't give a fuck who it is\n[01:17.52] Number one mission, opposition\n[01:19.73] Get thrown sent home in dead position\n[01:23.14] In the casket, best wishes\n[01:25.14] At the bottom of the lake, sleeping with the fishes\n[01:27.91] Full out search for the body\n[01:29.66] Of the MCs who be comin' to disrupt the party\n[01:33.28] No wins, no ends, no way\n[01:35.87] That I'm ever gonna let you come back again!\n[01:37.99] Check my dramatics, brains get splattered, dreams shattered\n[01:41.17] Sabas get blasted for words he packaged\n[01:44.45] Peep the sequence; crab adolescents, on his defense\n[01:46.38] Power-U niggas talkin' fast like Puerto Ricans\n[01:48.44] What you seekin', son I catch cream like Dominicans\n[01:51.23] Last Mohican, lyrics I'm speakin', wild as Indians\n[01:53.93] Tomahawk, Shaolin slang, the violent talk\n[01:56.39] Upstate New York, where chumps get extorted for Newports\n[01:58.98] What you thought?\n[01:59.94] Y ya esta dicho\n[02:01.56] Todos los que no les guste mi 'rebote' van a morir\n[02:05.85] Yo le voy a meter una bala a la cabeza a cualquier maricon, que no me\n[02:09.74] Persiga a mi a la 'singadapuerta', oye, hijo e' puta\n[02:15.81] Quiero quemarte la cara\n[02:20.26] Words drop in chant, the cheeky-eyed slant\n[02:22.51] I'm takin' these cannabis plants yo for grant'\n[02:25.07] Exotic, narcotic, tunes slam soon\n[02:27.73] From a dune in the desert, mega-Babylon pleasure\n[02:30.38] Comin' out the domepiece, smell my aroma\n[02:33.01] Warrior nomad put you in a coma\n[02:36.04] Comma, llama, smash-crashin' your armor\n[02:38.33] Drama, I'm a stealth aircraft bomber\n[02:40.71] Here is where I dwell at the gates o' hell\n[02:43.56] It ain't where you're from it's where you're in the mentals\n[02:46.36] And if not yo, credentials are essential\n[02:48.85] I see reality, few things surrounding me\n[02:51.42] Free like a spirit, precise strikes the lyric\n[02:53.87] Not fronting or bragging, hundred percent red dragon\n[02:56.72] Pine fragranced lyrics, the rhymes you can't imagine\n[02:59.39] The globe-trotter, call me Meadowlark Lemon\n[03:01.93] Five part criminal, two part felon (esto es muy antiguo)\n[03:04.12] Esta dicho!\n[03:05.77] Aquí, la revolución!\n[03:09.09] No se va a ver por televisión\n[03:12.00] Todos los maricones del norte, que los voy a matar yo\n[03:17.22] Va a ser aquí en nuestro país\n[03:20.02] Y todos los 'singao masones'\n[03:22.93] Que están chingando el mundo\n[03:26.10] También, van a ver la muerte de ellos mismos\n[03:29.99] En las manos de ellos. 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Un día, va a ser sangre\"\n  Mucha sangre\n  La peste de los cuerpos muertos, van a oír\n  Que se va a hueler hasta los Estados Unidos, estos cabrones\n  Que con la democracia, que nos 'tan chingando en el culo\n  Todos son unos mismos cabrones\n"},{"id":22919423,"name":"Killa Hill Niggas","trackName":"Killa Hill Niggas","artistName":"Cypress Hill","albumName":"Cypress Hill III: Temples of B","duration":243.748571,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"\"Esto no me gusta, aquí la gente, la gente no sirve pa' mierda, aquí\nYo soy, yo soy Capitan Pingaloca, y to' mundo aquí, me sirve a mi o va\nPa'l carajo, oye, revolución compadre!\"\n\nIn the midst of the madness\nNo question, who's the baddest\nMCs in the game runnin for the status\nTake a few seconds to review the crews\nSittin' on top is the Hill lookin' over you\nKilla Hill Niggas\nCleaned in my dream\nCookin' up a scheme\nFor all them big bank niggas\nThe world is yours, but it can be mine and his\nBust you out the frame, I don't give a fuck who it is\nNumber one mission, opposition\nGet dumb, succumb and then position\nIn a casket, best wishes\nAt the bottom of the lake, sleepin' with the fishes\nFull out search for the body\nOf the MCs who be comin' to disrupt the party\nNo wins, no ends, no way\n\nThat I'm ever gonna let ya come back again!\n\nCheck my dramatics\nBrains get splattered\nDreams shattered\nSabas get blasted for words he packaged\nBeat the sequence\nBravado lessons on his defense\nPile you niggas talkin' fast like Puerto Ricans\nWhat you seekin'\nSon I catch clean like Dominicans\nLast Mohican\nWitness I'm speakin, loud as Indians, tomahawk\nShaolin slang, the violent talk\nUpstate New York\n\nWhere chumps get extorted for Newports\nWhat you thought\n\n\"Y ya esta dicho. Todos los que no les guste mi 'rebote' van a morir\nYo le voy a meter una bala a la cabeza a cualquier maricon, que no me\nPersiga a mi a la 'singadapuerta', oye, hijo e' puta! Quiero quemarte la\nCara!\"\n\nWords droppin' chant\nThe check DI slant\nI'm taking these cannabis plants\nYo for granted\nExotic narcotic\nTunes slam soon\nFrom a dune\nIn the desert\nMega-Babylon pleasure\nComin' out the domepiece, smell my aroma\nWarrior nomad\nPut you in a coma\nComma\nLlama\nSmash-crashin' your armor\nDrama\nI'm a\nStealth aircraft bomber\nHere is where I dwell\nAt the gates o' hell\nIt ain't where you're from\nIt's where you're in the mentals\nAnd if not, yo' credentials\nAre essential\nI see reality\nView things surrounding me\nFree like a spread, precise strikes the lyric\nNot frontin' or braggin'\nHundred percent red dragon\nPine fragranced lyrics, the rhymes you can't imagine\nThe globe-trotter, call me Meadowlog Lemon\nFive part criminal, two part felon\n\n\"Esta dicho! Aquí, la revelación! No se la ve por television, todos\nLos maricones del norte, que los voy a matar yo, va a ser aquí en nuestro\nPais y todos los 'singamasones', que están singando un mundo, tambien,\nVan a ver la muerte de ellos mismos, lo en las manos de ellos, un día,\nVa a ser sangre, mucha sangre, la peste de los cuerpos muertos, vas a\nOír, que se va a hueler', hasta los Estados Unidos, estos cabrones, que con\nLa democracia, que nos 'tan singando en el culo, todos son unos mismos\nCabrones\"","syncedLyrics":"[00:40.20] \"Esto no me gusta, aquí la gente, la gente no sirve pa' mierda, aquí\n[00:45.49] Yo soy, yo soy Capitan Pingaloca, y to' mundo aquí, me sirve a mi o va\n[00:50.36] Pa'l carajo, oye, revolución compadre!\"\n[00:56.26] In the midst of the madness\n[00:57.73] No question, who's the baddest\n[00:59.24] MCs in the game runnin for the status\n[01:01.24] Take a few seconds to review the crews\n[01:03.52] Sittin' on top is the Hill lookin' over you\n[01:06.57] Killa Hill Niggas\n[01:08.38] Cleaned in my dream\n[01:09.60] Cookin' up a scheme\n[01:10.85] For all them big bank niggas\n[01:12.20] The world is yours, but it can be mine and his\n[01:14.77] Bust you out the frame, I don't give a fuck who it is\n[01:17.46] Number one mission, opposition\n[01:19.57] Get dumb, succumb and then position\n[01:22.47] In a casket, best wishes\n[01:24.33] At the bottom of the lake, sleepin' with the fishes\n[01:27.60] Full out search for the body\n[01:30.23] Of the MCs who be comin' to disrupt the party\n[01:33.20] No wins, no ends, no way\n[01:35.82] That I'm ever gonna let ya come back again!\n[01:38.63] Check my dramatics\n[01:39.44] Brains get splattered\n[01:40.34] Dreams shattered\n[01:41.21] Sabas get blasted for words he packaged\n[01:42.36] Beat the sequence\n[01:44.38] Bravado lessons on his defense\n[01:46.26] Pile you niggas talkin' fast like Puerto Ricans\n[01:48.49] What you seekin'\n[01:49.67] Son I catch clean like Dominicans\n[01:51.25] Last Mohican\n[01:52.38] Witness I'm speakin, loud as Indians, tomahawk\n[01:54.14] Shaolin slang, the violent talk\n[01:56.02] Upstate New York\n[01:58.12] Where chumps get extorted for Newports\n[01:59.48] What you thought\n[02:00.77] \"Y ya esta dicho. Todos los que no les guste mi 'rebote' van a morir\n[02:06.14] Yo le voy a meter una bala a la cabeza a cualquier maricon, que no me\n[02:09.96] Persiga a mi a la 'singadapuerta', oye, hijo e' puta! 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Aquí, la revelación! No se la ve por television, todos\n[03:12.21] Los maricones del norte, que los voy a matar yo, va a ser aquí en nuestro\n[03:18.53] Pais y todos los 'singamasones', que están singando un mundo, tambien,\n[03:26.75] Van a ver la muerte de ellos mismos, lo en las manos de ellos, un día,\n[03:32.54] Va a ser sangre, mucha sangre, la peste de los cuerpos muertos, vas a\n[03:42.11] Oír, que se va a hueler', hasta los Estados Unidos, estos cabrones, que con\n[03:50.95] La democracia, que nos 'tan singando en el culo, todos son unos mismos\n[03:56.19] Cabrones\"\n[03:57.83] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Killa Hill Niggas\n  artist: Cypress Hill\n  album: 'Cypress Hill III: Temples of B'\n  duration_ms: 243749\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: '\"Esto no me gusta, aquí la gente, la gente no sirve pa'' mierda, aquí'\n  start_ms: 40200\n  end_ms: 45490\n- text: Yo soy, yo soy Capitan Pingaloca, y to' mundo aquí, me sirve a mi o va\n  start_ms: 45490\n  end_ms: 50360\n- text: Pa'l carajo, oye, revolución compadre!\"\n  start_ms: 50360\n  end_ms: 56260\n- text: In the midst of the madness\n  start_ms: 56260\n  end_ms: 57730\n- text: No question, who's the baddest\n  start_ms: 57730\n  end_ms: 59240\n- text: MCs in the game runnin for the status\n  start_ms: 59240\n  end_ms: 61240\n- text: Take a few seconds to review the crews\n  start_ms: 61240\n  end_ms: 63520\n- text: Sittin' on top is the Hill lookin' over you\n  start_ms: 63520\n  end_ms: 66570\n- text: Killa Hill Niggas\n  start_ms: 66570\n  end_ms: 68380\n- text: Cleaned in my dream\n  start_ms: 68380\n  end_ms: 69600\n- text: Cookin' up a scheme\n  start_ms: 69600\n  end_ms: 70850\n- text: For all them big bank niggas\n  start_ms: 70850\n  end_ms: 72200\n- text: The world is yours, but it can be mine and his\n  start_ms: 72200\n  end_ms: 74770\n- text: Bust you out the frame, I don't give a fuck who it is\n  start_ms: 74770\n  end_ms: 77460\n- text: Number one mission, opposition\n  start_ms: 77460\n  end_ms: 79570\n- text: Get dumb, succumb and then position\n  start_ms: 79570\n  end_ms: 82470\n- text: In a casket, best wishes\n  start_ms: 82470\n  end_ms: 84330\n- text: At the bottom of the lake, sleepin' with the fishes\n  start_ms: 84330\n  end_ms: 87600\n- text: Full out search for the body\n  start_ms: 87600\n  end_ms: 90230\n- text: Of the MCs who be comin' to disrupt the party\n  start_ms: 90230\n  end_ms: 93200\n- text: No wins, no ends, no way\n  start_ms: 93200\n  end_ms: 95820\n- text: That I'm ever gonna let ya come back again!\n  start_ms: 95820\n  end_ms: 98630\n- text: Check my dramatics\n  start_ms: 98630\n  end_ms: 99440\n- text: Brains get splattered\n  start_ms: 99440\n  end_ms: 100340\n- text: Dreams shattered\n  start_ms: 100340\n  end_ms: 101210\n- text: Sabas get blasted for words he packaged\n  start_ms: 101210\n  end_ms: 102360\n- text: Beat the sequence\n  start_ms: 102360\n  end_ms: 104380\n- text: Bravado lessons on his defense\n  start_ms: 104380\n  end_ms: 106260\n- text: Pile you niggas talkin' fast like Puerto Ricans\n  start_ms: 106260\n  end_ms: 108490\n- text: What you seekin'\n  start_ms: 108490\n  end_ms: 109670\n- text: Son I catch clean like Dominicans\n  start_ms: 109670\n  end_ms: 111250\n- text: Last Mohican\n  start_ms: 111250\n  end_ms: 112380\n- text: Witness I'm speakin, loud as Indians, tomahawk\n  start_ms: 112380\n  end_ms: 114140\n- text: Shaolin slang, the violent talk\n  start_ms: 114140\n  end_ms: 116020\n- text: Upstate New York\n  start_ms: 116020\n  end_ms: 118120\n- text: Where chumps get extorted for Newports\n  start_ms: 118120\n  end_ms: 119480\n- text: What you thought\n  start_ms: 119480\n  end_ms: 120770\n- text: '\"Y ya esta dicho. 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Aquí, la revelación! No se la ve por television, todos'\n  start_ms: 184680\n  end_ms: 192210\n- text: Los maricones del norte, que los voy a matar yo, va a ser aquí en nuestro\n  start_ms: 192210\n  end_ms: 198530\n- text: Pais y todos los 'singamasones', que están singando un mundo, tambien,\n  start_ms: 198530\n  end_ms: 206750\n- text: Van a ver la muerte de ellos mismos, lo en las manos de ellos, un día,\n  start_ms: 206750\n  end_ms: 212540\n- text: Va a ser sangre, mucha sangre, la peste de los cuerpos muertos, vas a\n  start_ms: 212540\n  end_ms: 222110\n- text: Oír, que se va a hueler', hasta los Estados Unidos, estos cabrones, que con\n  start_ms: 222110\n  end_ms: 230950\n- text: La democracia, que nos 'tan singando en el culo, todos son unos mismos\n  start_ms: 230950\n  end_ms: 236190\n- text: Cabrones\"\n  start_ms: 236190\n  end_ms: 237830\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 237830\nplain: |-\n  \"Esto no me gusta, aquí la gente, la gente no sirve pa' mierda, aquí\n  Yo soy, yo soy Capitan Pingaloca, y to' mundo aquí, me sirve a mi o va\n  Pa'l carajo, oye, revolución compadre!\"\n\n  In the midst of the madness\n  No question, who's the baddest\n  MCs in the game runnin for the status\n  Take a few seconds to review the crews\n  Sittin' on top is the Hill lookin' over you\n  Killa Hill Niggas\n  Cleaned in my dream\n  Cookin' up a scheme\n  For all them big bank niggas\n  The world is yours, but it can be mine and his\n  Bust you out the frame, I don't give a fuck who it is\n  Number one mission, opposition\n  Get dumb, succumb and then position\n  In a casket, best wishes\n  At the bottom of the lake, sleepin' with the fishes\n  Full out search for the body\n  Of the MCs who be comin' to disrupt the party\n  No wins, no ends, no way\n\n  That I'm ever gonna let ya come back again!\n\n  Check my dramatics\n  Brains get splattered\n  Dreams shattered\n  Sabas get blasted for words he packaged\n  Beat the sequence\n  Bravado lessons on his defense\n  Pile you niggas talkin' fast like Puerto Ricans\n  What you seekin'\n  Son I catch clean like Dominicans\n  Last Mohican\n  Witness I'm speakin, loud as Indians, tomahawk\n  Shaolin slang, the violent talk\n  Upstate New York\n\n  Where chumps get extorted for Newports\n  What you thought\n\n  \"Y ya esta dicho. Todos los que no les guste mi 'rebote' van a morir\n  Yo le voy a meter una bala a la cabeza a cualquier maricon, que no me\n  Persiga a mi a la 'singadapuerta', oye, hijo e' puta! Quiero quemarte la\n  Cara!\"\n\n  Words droppin' chant\n  The check DI slant\n  I'm taking these cannabis plants\n  Yo for granted\n  Exotic narcotic\n  Tunes slam soon\n  From a dune\n  In the desert\n  Mega-Babylon pleasure\n  Comin' out the domepiece, smell my aroma\n  Warrior nomad\n  Put you in a coma\n  Comma\n  Llama\n  Smash-crashin' your armor\n  Drama\n  I'm a\n  Stealth aircraft bomber\n  Here is where I dwell\n  At the gates o' hell\n  It ain't where you're from\n  It's where you're in the mentals\n  And if not, yo' credentials\n  Are essential\n  I see reality\n  View things surrounding me\n  Free like a spread, precise strikes the lyric\n  Not frontin' or braggin'\n  Hundred percent red dragon\n  Pine fragranced lyrics, the rhymes you can't imagine\n  The globe-trotter, call me Meadowlog Lemon\n  Five part criminal, two part felon\n\n  \"Esta dicho! Aquí, la revelación! No se la ve por television, todos\n  Los maricones del norte, que los voy a matar yo, va a ser aquí en nuestro\n  Pais y todos los 'singamasones', que están singando un mundo, tambien,\n  Van a ver la muerte de ellos mismos, lo en las manos de ellos, un día,\n  Va a ser sangre, mucha sangre, la peste de los cuerpos muertos, vas a\n  Oír, que se va a hueler', hasta los Estados Unidos, estos cabrones, que con\n  La democracia, que nos 'tan singando en el culo, todos son unos mismos\n  Cabrones\"\n"},{"id":10545246,"name":"Killa Hill Niggas","trackName":"Killa Hill Niggas","artistName":"Cypress Hill","albumName":"Cypress Hill / Black Sunday / Temples of Boom","duration":241.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Esto no me gusta, aquí la gente, la gente no sirve pa' mierda, aquí\nYo soy, yo soy Capitan Pingaloca, y to' mundo aquí, me sirve a mi o va\nPa'l carajo, oye, revolución compadre!\n\nIn the midst of the madness no question, who's the baddest?\nMC's in the game runnin' for the status\nTake a few seconds to review the crews\nSittin' on top is the Hill lookin' over you\nKilla Hill Niggas, cream in my dream\nCookin' up a scheme for all them big bank figures\nThe world is yours, but it can be mine and his\nBust you out the frame, I don't give a fuck who it is\n\nNumber one mission, opposition\nGet thrown sent home in dead position\nIn the casket, best wishes\nAt the bottom of the lake, sleeping with the fishes\nFull out search for the body\nOf the MCs who be comin' to disrupt the party\nNo wins, no ends, no way\nThat I'm ever gonna let you come back again!\n\nCheck my dramatics, brains get splattered, dreams shattered\nSabas get blasted for words he packaged\nPeep the sequence; crab adolescents, on his defense\nPower-U niggas talkin' fast like Puerto Ricans\nWhat you seekin', son I catch cream like Dominicans\nLast Mohican, lyrics I'm speakin', wild as Indians\nTomahawk, Shaolin slang, the violent talk\nUpstate New York, where chumps get extorted for Newports\nWhat you thought?\n\nY ya esta dicho\nTodos los que no les guste mi 'rebote' van a morir\nYo le voy a meter una bala a la cabeza a cualquier maricon, que no me\nPersiga a mi a la 'singadapuerta', oye, hijo e' puta\nQuiero quemarte la cara\n\nWords drop in chant, the cheeky-eyed slant\nI'm takin' these cannabis plants yo for grant'\nExotic, narcotic, tunes slam soon\nFrom a dune in the desert, mega-Babylon pleasure\nComin' out the domepiece, smell my aroma\nWarrior nomad put you in a coma\nComma, llama, smash-crashin' your armor\nDrama, I'm a stealth aircraft bomber\n\nHere is where I dwell at the gates o' hell\nIt ain't where you're from it's where you're in the mentals\nAnd if not yo, credentials are essential\nI see reality, few things surrounding me\nFree like a spirit, precise strikes the lyric\nNot fronting or bragging, hundred percent red dragon\nPine fragranced lyrics, the rhymes you can't imagine\nThe globe-trotter, call me Meadowlark Lemon\nFive part criminal, two part felon (esto es muy antiguo)\n\nEsta dicho!\nAquí, la revolución!\nNo se va a ver por televisión\nTodos los maricones del norte, que los voy a matar yo\nVa a ser aquí en nuestro país\nY todos los 'singao masones'\n\nQue están chingando el mundo\nTambién, van a ver la muerte de ellos mismos\nEn las manos de ellos. Un día, va a ser sangre\"\nMucha sangre\nLa peste de los cuerpos muertos, van a oír\nQue se va a hueler hasta los Estados Unidos, estos cabrones\nQue con la democracia, que nos 'tan chingando en el culo\nTodos son unos mismos cabrones","syncedLyrics":"[00:37.21] Esto no me gusta, aquí la gente, la gente no sirve pa' mierda, aquí\n[00:44.24] Yo soy, yo soy Capitan Pingaloca, y to' mundo aquí, me sirve a mi o va\n[00:51.60] Pa'l carajo, oye, revolución compadre!\n[00:55.97] In the midst of the madness no question, who's the baddest?\n[00:59.26] MC's in the game runnin' for the status\n[01:01.87] Take a few seconds to review the crews\n[01:04.57] Sittin' on top is the Hill lookin' over you\n[01:07.13] Killa Hill Niggas, cream in my dream\n[01:09.30] Cookin' up a scheme for all them big bank figures\n[01:12.24] The world is yours, but it can be mine and his\n[01:15.00] Bust you out the frame, I don't give a fuck who it is\n[01:17.52] Number one mission, opposition\n[01:19.73] Get thrown sent home in dead position\n[01:23.14] In the casket, best wishes\n[01:25.14] At the bottom of the lake, sleeping with the fishes\n[01:27.91] Full out search for the body\n[01:29.66] Of the MCs who be comin' to disrupt the party\n[01:33.28] No wins, no ends, no way\n[01:35.87] That I'm ever gonna let you come back again!\n[01:37.99] Check my dramatics, brains get splattered, dreams shattered\n[01:41.17] Sabas get blasted for words he packaged\n[01:44.45] Peep the sequence; crab adolescents, on his defense\n[01:46.38] Power-U niggas talkin' fast like Puerto Ricans\n[01:48.44] What you seekin', son I catch cream like Dominicans\n[01:51.23] Last Mohican, lyrics I'm speakin', wild as Indians\n[01:53.93] Tomahawk, Shaolin slang, the violent talk\n[01:56.39] Upstate New York, where chumps get extorted for Newports\n[01:58.98] What you thought?\n[01:59.94] Y ya esta dicho\n[02:01.56] Todos los que no les guste mi 'rebote' van a morir\n[02:05.85] Yo le voy a meter una bala a la cabeza a cualquier maricon, que no me\n[02:09.74] Persiga a mi a la 'singadapuerta', oye, hijo e' puta\n[02:15.81] Quiero quemarte la cara\n[02:20.26] Words drop in chant, the cheeky-eyed slant\n[02:22.51] I'm takin' these cannabis plants yo for grant'\n[02:25.07] Exotic, narcotic, tunes slam soon\n[02:27.73] From a dune in the desert, mega-Babylon pleasure\n[02:30.38] Comin' out the domepiece, smell my aroma\n[02:33.01] Warrior nomad put you in a coma\n[02:36.04] Comma, llama, smash-crashin' your armor\n[02:38.33] Drama, I'm a stealth aircraft bomber\n[02:40.71] Here is where I dwell at the gates o' hell\n[02:43.56] It ain't where you're from it's where you're in the mentals\n[02:46.36] And if not yo, credentials are essential\n[02:48.85] I see reality, few things surrounding me\n[02:51.42] Free like a spirit, precise strikes the lyric\n[02:53.87] Not fronting or bragging, hundred percent red dragon\n[02:56.72] Pine fragranced lyrics, the rhymes you can't imagine\n[02:59.39] The globe-trotter, call me Meadowlark Lemon\n[03:01.93] Five part criminal, two part felon (esto es muy antiguo)\n[03:04.12] Esta dicho!\n[03:05.77] Aquí, la revolución!\n[03:09.09] No se va a ver por televisión\n[03:12.00] Todos los maricones del norte, que los voy a matar yo\n[03:17.22] Va a ser aquí en nuestro país\n[03:20.02] Y todos los 'singao masones'\n[03:22.93] Que están chingando el mundo\n[03:26.10] También, van a ver la muerte de ellos mismos\n[03:29.99] En las manos de ellos. 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Un día, va a ser sangre\"\n  Mucha sangre\n  La peste de los cuerpos muertos, van a oír\n  Que se va a hueler hasta los Estados Unidos, estos cabrones\n  Que con la democracia, que nos 'tan chingando en el culo\n  Todos son unos mismos cabrones\n"},{"id":33845714,"name":"Killa Hill Niggas","trackName":"Killa Hill Niggas","artistName":"Cypress Hill","albumName":"Cypress Hill / Black Sunday / Temples of Boom","duration":244.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"\"Esto no me gusta, aquí la gente, la gente no sirve pa' mierda, aquí\nYo soy, yo soy Capitan Pingaloca, y to' mundo aquí, me sirve a mi o va\nPa'l carajo, oye, revolución compadre!\"\n\nIn the midst of the madness\nNo question, who's the baddest\nMCs in the game runnin for the status\nTake a few seconds to review the crews\nSittin' on top is the Hill lookin' over you\nKilla Hill Niggas\nCleaned in my dream\nCookin' up a scheme\nFor all them big bank niggas\nThe world is yours, but it can be mine and his\nBust you out the frame, I don't give a fuck who it is\nNumber one mission, opposition\nGet dumb, succumb and then position\nIn a casket, best wishes\nAt the bottom of the lake, sleepin' with the fishes\nFull out search for the body\nOf the MCs who be comin' to disrupt the party\nNo wins, no ends, no way\n\nThat I'm ever gonna let ya come back again!\n\nCheck my dramatics\nBrains get splattered\nDreams shattered\nSabas get blasted for words he packaged\nBeat the sequence\nBravado lessons on his defense\nPile you niggas talkin' fast like Puerto Ricans\nWhat you seekin'\nSon I catch clean like Dominicans\nLast Mohican\nWitness I'm speakin, loud as Indians, tomahawk\nShaolin slang, the violent talk\nUpstate New York\n\nWhere chumps get extorted for Newports\nWhat you thought\n\n\"Y ya esta dicho. Todos los que no les guste mi 'rebote' van a morir\nYo le voy a meter una bala a la cabeza a cualquier maricon, que no me\nPersiga a mi a la 'singadapuerta', oye, hijo e' puta! Quiero quemarte la\nCara!\"\n\nWords droppin' chant\nThe check DI slant\nI'm taking these cannabis plants\nYo for granted\nExotic narcotic\nTunes slam soon\nFrom a dune\nIn the desert\nMega-Babylon pleasure\nComin' out the domepiece, smell my aroma\nWarrior nomad\nPut you in a coma\nComma\nLlama\nSmash-crashin' your armor\nDrama\nI'm a\nStealth aircraft bomber\nHere is where I dwell\nAt the gates o' hell\nIt ain't where you're from\nIt's where you're in the mentals\nAnd if not, yo' credentials\nAre essential\nI see reality\nView things surrounding me\nFree like a spread, precise strikes the lyric\nNot frontin' or braggin'\nHundred percent red dragon\nPine fragranced lyrics, the rhymes you can't imagine\nThe globe-trotter, call me Meadowlog Lemon\nFive part criminal, two part felon\n\n\"Esta dicho! Aquí, la revelación! No se la ve por television, todos\nLos maricones del norte, que los voy a matar yo, va a ser aquí en nuestro\nPais y todos los 'singamasones', que están singando un mundo, tambien,\nVan a ver la muerte de ellos mismos, lo en las manos de ellos, un día,\nVa a ser sangre, mucha sangre, la peste de los cuerpos muertos, vas a\nOír, que se va a hueler', hasta los Estados Unidos, estos cabrones, que con\nLa democracia, que nos 'tan singando en el culo, todos son unos mismos\nCabrones\"","syncedLyrics":"[00:40.20] \"Esto no me gusta, aquí la gente, la gente no sirve pa' mierda, aquí\n[00:45.49] Yo soy, yo soy Capitan Pingaloca, y to' mundo aquí, me sirve a mi o va\n[00:50.36] Pa'l carajo, oye, revolución compadre!\"\n[00:56.26] In the midst of the madness\n[00:57.73] No question, who's the baddest\n[00:59.24] MCs in the game runnin for the status\n[01:01.24] Take a few seconds to review the crews\n[01:03.52] Sittin' on top is the Hill lookin' over you\n[01:06.57] Killa Hill Niggas\n[01:08.38] Cleaned in my dream\n[01:09.60] Cookin' up a scheme\n[01:10.85] For all them big bank niggas\n[01:12.20] The world is yours, but it can be mine and his\n[01:14.77] Bust you out the frame, I don't give a fuck who it is\n[01:17.46] Number one mission, opposition\n[01:19.57] Get dumb, succumb and then position\n[01:22.47] In a casket, best wishes\n[01:24.33] At the bottom of the lake, sleepin' with the fishes\n[01:27.60] Full out search for the body\n[01:30.23] Of the MCs who be comin' to disrupt the party\n[01:33.20] No wins, no ends, no way\n[01:35.82] That I'm ever gonna let ya come back again!\n[01:38.63] Check my dramatics\n[01:39.44] Brains get splattered\n[01:40.34] Dreams shattered\n[01:41.21] Sabas get blasted for words he packaged\n[01:42.36] Beat the sequence\n[01:44.38] Bravado lessons on his defense\n[01:46.26] Pile you niggas talkin' fast like Puerto Ricans\n[01:48.49] What you seekin'\n[01:49.67] Son I catch clean like Dominicans\n[01:51.25] Last Mohican\n[01:52.38] Witness I'm speakin, loud as Indians, tomahawk\n[01:54.14] Shaolin slang, the violent talk\n[01:56.02] Upstate New York\n[01:58.12] Where chumps get extorted for Newports\n[01:59.48] What you thought\n[02:00.77] \"Y ya esta dicho. 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No se la ve por television, todos'\n  start_ms: 184680\n  end_ms: 192210\n- text: Los maricones del norte, que los voy a matar yo, va a ser aquí en nuestro\n  start_ms: 192210\n  end_ms: 198530\n- text: Pais y todos los 'singamasones', que están singando un mundo, tambien,\n  start_ms: 198530\n  end_ms: 206750\n- text: Van a ver la muerte de ellos mismos, lo en las manos de ellos, un día,\n  start_ms: 206750\n  end_ms: 212540\n- text: Va a ser sangre, mucha sangre, la peste de los cuerpos muertos, vas a\n  start_ms: 212540\n  end_ms: 222110\n- text: Oír, que se va a hueler', hasta los Estados Unidos, estos cabrones, que con\n  start_ms: 222110\n  end_ms: 230950\n- text: La democracia, que nos 'tan singando en el culo, todos son unos mismos\n  start_ms: 230950\n  end_ms: 236190\n- text: Cabrones\"\n  start_ms: 236190\n  end_ms: 237830\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 237830\nplain: |-\n  \"Esto no me gusta, aquí la gente, la gente no sirve pa' mierda, aquí\n  Yo soy, yo soy Capitan Pingaloca, y to' mundo aquí, me sirve a mi o va\n  Pa'l carajo, oye, revolución compadre!\"\n\n  In the midst of the madness\n  No question, who's the baddest\n  MCs in the game runnin for the status\n  Take a few seconds to review the crews\n  Sittin' on top is the Hill lookin' over you\n  Killa Hill Niggas\n  Cleaned in my dream\n  Cookin' up a scheme\n  For all them big bank niggas\n  The world is yours, but it can be mine and his\n  Bust you out the frame, I don't give a fuck who it is\n  Number one mission, opposition\n  Get dumb, succumb and then position\n  In a casket, best wishes\n  At the bottom of the lake, sleepin' with the fishes\n  Full out search for the body\n  Of the MCs who be comin' to disrupt the party\n  No wins, no ends, no way\n\n  That I'm ever gonna let ya come back again!\n\n  Check my dramatics\n  Brains get splattered\n  Dreams shattered\n  Sabas get blasted for words he packaged\n  Beat the sequence\n  Bravado lessons on his defense\n  Pile you niggas talkin' fast like Puerto Ricans\n  What you seekin'\n  Son I catch clean like Dominicans\n  Last Mohican\n  Witness I'm speakin, loud as Indians, tomahawk\n  Shaolin slang, the violent talk\n  Upstate New York\n\n  Where chumps get extorted for Newports\n  What you thought\n\n  \"Y ya esta dicho. 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Quiero quemarte la\n  Cara!\"\n\n  Words droppin' chant\n  The check DI slant\n  I'm taking these cannabis plants\n  Yo for granted\n  Exotic narcotic\n  Tunes slam soon\n  From a dune\n  In the desert\n  Mega-Babylon pleasure\n  Comin' out the domepiece, smell my aroma\n  Warrior nomad\n  Put you in a coma\n  Comma\n  Llama\n  Smash-crashin' your armor\n  Drama\n  I'm a\n  Stealth aircraft bomber\n  Here is where I dwell\n  At the gates o' hell\n  It ain't where you're from\n  It's where you're in the mentals\n  And if not, yo' credentials\n  Are essential\n  I see reality\n  View things surrounding me\n  Free like a spread, precise strikes the lyric\n  Not frontin' or braggin'\n  Hundred percent red dragon\n  Pine fragranced lyrics, the rhymes you can't imagine\n  The globe-trotter, call me Meadowlog Lemon\n  Five part criminal, two part felon\n\n  \"Esta dicho! Aquí, la revelación! 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Todos los que no les guste mi 'rebote' van a morir\nYo le voy a meter una bala a la cabeza a cualquier maricon, que no me\nPersiga a mi a la 'singadapuerta', oye, hijo e' puta! Quiero quemarte la\nCara!\"\n\nWords droppin' chant\nThe check DI slant\nI'm taking these cannabis plants\nYo for granted\nExotic narcotic\nTunes slam soon\nFrom a dune\nIn the desert\nMega-Babylon pleasure\nComin' out the domepiece, smell my aroma\nWarrior nomad\nPut you in a coma\nComma\nLlama\nSmash-crashin' your armor\nDrama\nI'm a\nStealth aircraft bomber\nHere is where I dwell\nAt the gates o' hell\nIt ain't where you're from\nIt's where you're in the mentals\nAnd if not, yo' credentials\nAre essential\nI see reality\nView things surrounding me\nFree like a spread, precise strikes the lyric\nNot frontin' or braggin'\nHundred percent red dragon\nPine fragranced lyrics, the rhymes you can't imagine\nThe globe-trotter, call me Meadowlog Lemon\nFive part criminal, two part felon\n\n\"Esta dicho! Aquí, la revelación! No se la ve por television, todos\nLos maricones del norte, que los voy a matar yo, va a ser aquí en nuestro\nPais y todos los 'singamasones', que están singando un mundo, tambien,\nVan a ver la muerte de ellos mismos, lo en las manos de ellos, un día,\nVa a ser sangre, mucha sangre, la peste de los cuerpos muertos, vas a\nOír, que se va a hueler', hasta los Estados Unidos, estos cabrones, que con\nLa democracia, que nos 'tan singando en el culo, todos son unos mismos\nCabrones\"","syncedLyrics":"[00:40.20] \"Esto no me gusta, aquí la gente, la gente no sirve pa' mierda, aquí\n[00:45.49] Yo soy, yo soy Capitan Pingaloca, y to' mundo aquí, me sirve a mi o va\n[00:50.36] Pa'l carajo, oye, revolución compadre!\"\n[00:56.26] In the midst of the madness\n[00:57.73] No question, who's the baddest\n[00:59.24] MCs in the game runnin for the status\n[01:01.24] Take a few seconds to review the crews\n[01:03.52] Sittin' on top is the Hill lookin' over you\n[01:06.57] Killa Hill Niggas\n[01:08.38] Cleaned in my dream\n[01:09.60] Cookin' up a scheme\n[01:10.85] For all them big bank niggas\n[01:12.20] The world is yours, but it can be mine and his\n[01:14.77] Bust you out the frame, I don't give a fuck who it is\n[01:17.46] Number one mission, opposition\n[01:19.57] Get dumb, succumb and then position\n[01:22.47] In a casket, best wishes\n[01:24.33] At the bottom of the lake, sleepin' with the fishes\n[01:27.60] Full out search for the body\n[01:30.23] Of the MCs who be comin' to disrupt the party\n[01:33.20] No wins, no ends, no way\n[01:35.82] That I'm ever gonna let ya come back again!\n[01:38.63] Check my dramatics\n[01:39.44] Brains get splattered\n[01:40.34] Dreams shattered\n[01:41.21] Sabas get blasted for words he packaged\n[01:42.36] Beat the sequence\n[01:44.38] Bravado lessons on his defense\n[01:46.26] Pile you niggas talkin' fast like Puerto Ricans\n[01:48.49] What you seekin'\n[01:49.67] Son I catch clean like Dominicans\n[01:51.25] Last Mohican\n[01:52.38] Witness I'm speakin, loud as Indians, tomahawk\n[01:54.14] Shaolin slang, the violent talk\n[01:56.02] Upstate New York\n[01:58.12] Where chumps get extorted for Newports\n[01:59.48] What you thought\n[02:00.77] \"Y ya esta dicho. 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No se la ve por television, todos'\n  start_ms: 184680\n  end_ms: 192210\n- text: Los maricones del norte, que los voy a matar yo, va a ser aquí en nuestro\n  start_ms: 192210\n  end_ms: 198530\n- text: Pais y todos los 'singamasones', que están singando un mundo, tambien,\n  start_ms: 198530\n  end_ms: 206750\n- text: Van a ver la muerte de ellos mismos, lo en las manos de ellos, un día,\n  start_ms: 206750\n  end_ms: 212540\n- text: Va a ser sangre, mucha sangre, la peste de los cuerpos muertos, vas a\n  start_ms: 212540\n  end_ms: 222110\n- text: Oír, que se va a hueler', hasta los Estados Unidos, estos cabrones, que con\n  start_ms: 222110\n  end_ms: 230950\n- text: La democracia, que nos 'tan singando en el culo, todos son unos mismos\n  start_ms: 230950\n  end_ms: 236190\n- text: Cabrones\"\n  start_ms: 236190\n  end_ms: 237830\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 237830\nplain: |-\n  \"Esto no me gusta, aquí la gente, la gente no sirve pa' mierda, aquí\n  Yo soy, yo soy Capitan Pingaloca, y to' mundo aquí, me sirve a mi o va\n  Pa'l carajo, oye, revolución compadre!\"\n\n  In the midst of the madness\n  No question, who's the baddest\n  MCs in the game runnin for the status\n  Take a few seconds to review the crews\n  Sittin' on top is the Hill lookin' over you\n  Killa Hill Niggas\n  Cleaned in my dream\n  Cookin' up a scheme\n  For all them big bank niggas\n  The world is yours, but it can be mine and his\n  Bust you out the frame, I don't give a fuck who it is\n  Number one mission, opposition\n  Get dumb, succumb and then position\n  In a casket, best wishes\n  At the bottom of the lake, sleepin' with the fishes\n  Full out search for the body\n  Of the MCs who be comin' to disrupt the party\n  No wins, no ends, no way\n\n  That I'm ever gonna let ya come back again!\n\n  Check my dramatics\n  Brains get splattered\n  Dreams shattered\n  Sabas get blasted for words he packaged\n  Beat the sequence\n  Bravado lessons on his defense\n  Pile you niggas talkin' fast like Puerto Ricans\n  What you seekin'\n  Son I catch clean like Dominicans\n  Last Mohican\n  Witness I'm speakin, loud as Indians, tomahawk\n  Shaolin slang, the violent talk\n  Upstate New York\n\n  Where chumps get extorted for Newports\n  What you thought\n\n  \"Y ya esta dicho. Todos los que no les guste mi 'rebote' van a morir\n  Yo le voy a meter una bala a la cabeza a cualquier maricon, que no me\n  Persiga a mi a la 'singadapuerta', oye, hijo e' puta! Quiero quemarte la\n  Cara!\"\n\n  Words droppin' chant\n  The check DI slant\n  I'm taking these cannabis plants\n  Yo for granted\n  Exotic narcotic\n  Tunes slam soon\n  From a dune\n  In the desert\n  Mega-Babylon pleasure\n  Comin' out the domepiece, smell my aroma\n  Warrior nomad\n  Put you in a coma\n  Comma\n  Llama\n  Smash-crashin' your armor\n  Drama\n  I'm a\n  Stealth aircraft bomber\n  Here is where I dwell\n  At the gates o' hell\n  It ain't where you're from\n  It's where you're in the mentals\n  And if not, yo' credentials\n  Are essential\n  I see reality\n  View things surrounding me\n  Free like a spread, precise strikes the lyric\n  Not frontin' or braggin'\n  Hundred percent red dragon\n  Pine fragranced lyrics, the rhymes you can't imagine\n  The globe-trotter, call me Meadowlog Lemon\n  Five part criminal, two part felon\n\n  \"Esta dicho! Aquí, la revelación! No se la ve por television, todos\n  Los maricones del norte, que los voy a matar yo, va a ser aquí en nuestro\n  Pais y todos los 'singamasones', que están singando un mundo, tambien,\n  Van a ver la muerte de ellos mismos, lo en las manos de ellos, un día,\n  Va a ser sangre, mucha sangre, la peste de los cuerpos muertos, vas a\n  Oír, que se va a hueler', hasta los Estados Unidos, estos cabrones, que con\n  La democracia, que nos 'tan singando en el culo, todos son unos mismos\n  Cabrones\"\n"},{"id":36657315,"name":"Killa Hill Niggas (feat. RZA & U-God)","trackName":"Killa Hill Niggas (feat. 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Todos los que no les guste mi 'rebote' van a morir\nYo le voy a meter una bala a la cabeza a cualquier maricon, que no me\nPersiga a mi a la 'singadapuerta', oye, hijo e' puta! Quiero quemarte la\nCara!\"\n\nWords droppin' chant\nThe check DI slant\nI'm taking these cannabis plants\nYo for granted\nExotic narcotic\nTunes slam soon\nFrom a dune\nIn the desert\nMega-Babylon pleasure\nComin' out the domepiece, smell my aroma\nWarrior nomad\nPut you in a coma\nComma\nLlama\nSmash-crashin' your armor\nDrama\nI'm a\nStealth aircraft bomber\nHere is where I dwell\nAt the gates o' hell\nIt ain't where you're from\nIt's where you're in the mentals\nAnd if not, yo' credentials\nAre essential\nI see reality\nView things surrounding me\nFree like a spread, precise strikes the lyric\nNot frontin' or braggin'\nHundred percent red dragon\nPine fragranced lyrics, the rhymes you can't imagine\nThe globe-trotter, call me Meadowlog Lemon\nFive part criminal, two part felon\n\n\"Esta dicho! 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Aquí, la revelación! No se la ve por television, todos'\n  start_ms: 184680\n  end_ms: 192210\n- text: Los maricones del norte, que los voy a matar yo, va a ser aquí en nuestro\n  start_ms: 192210\n  end_ms: 198530\n- text: Pais y todos los 'singamasones', que están singando un mundo, tambien,\n  start_ms: 198530\n  end_ms: 206750\n- text: Van a ver la muerte de ellos mismos, lo en las manos de ellos, un día,\n  start_ms: 206750\n  end_ms: 212540\n- text: Va a ser sangre, mucha sangre, la peste de los cuerpos muertos, vas a\n  start_ms: 212540\n  end_ms: 222110\n- text: Oír, que se va a hueler', hasta los Estados Unidos, estos cabrones, que con\n  start_ms: 222110\n  end_ms: 230950\n- text: La democracia, que nos 'tan singando en el culo, todos son unos mismos\n  start_ms: 230950\n  end_ms: 236190\n- text: Cabrones\"\n  start_ms: 236190\n  end_ms: 237830\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 237830\nplain: |-\n  \"Esto no me gusta, aquí la gente, la gente no sirve pa' mierda, aquí\n  Yo soy, yo soy Capitan Pingaloca, y to' mundo aquí, me sirve a mi o va\n  Pa'l carajo, oye, revolución compadre!\"\n\n  In the midst of the madness\n  No question, who's the baddest\n  MCs in the game runnin for the status\n  Take a few seconds to review the crews\n  Sittin' on top is the Hill lookin' over you\n  Killa Hill Niggas\n  Cleaned in my dream\n  Cookin' up a scheme\n  For all them big bank niggas\n  The world is yours, but it can be mine and his\n  Bust you out the frame, I don't give a fuck who it is\n  Number one mission, opposition\n  Get dumb, succumb and then position\n  In a casket, best wishes\n  At the bottom of the lake, sleepin' with the fishes\n  Full out search for the body\n  Of the MCs who be comin' to disrupt the party\n  No wins, no ends, no way\n\n  That I'm ever gonna let ya come back again!\n\n  Check my dramatics\n  Brains get splattered\n  Dreams shattered\n  Sabas get blasted for words he packaged\n  Beat the sequence\n  Bravado lessons on his defense\n  Pile you niggas talkin' fast like Puerto Ricans\n  What you seekin'\n  Son I catch clean like Dominicans\n  Last Mohican\n  Witness I'm speakin, loud as Indians, tomahawk\n  Shaolin slang, the violent talk\n  Upstate New York\n\n  Where chumps get extorted for Newports\n  What you thought\n\n  \"Y ya esta dicho. Todos los que no les guste mi 'rebote' van a morir\n  Yo le voy a meter una bala a la cabeza a cualquier maricon, que no me\n  Persiga a mi a la 'singadapuerta', oye, hijo e' puta! Quiero quemarte la\n  Cara!\"\n\n  Words droppin' chant\n  The check DI slant\n  I'm taking these cannabis plants\n  Yo for granted\n  Exotic narcotic\n  Tunes slam soon\n  From a dune\n  In the desert\n  Mega-Babylon pleasure\n  Comin' out the domepiece, smell my aroma\n  Warrior nomad\n  Put you in a coma\n  Comma\n  Llama\n  Smash-crashin' your armor\n  Drama\n  I'm a\n  Stealth aircraft bomber\n  Here is where I dwell\n  At the gates o' hell\n  It ain't where you're from\n  It's where you're in the mentals\n  And if not, yo' credentials\n  Are essential\n  I see reality\n  View things surrounding me\n  Free like a spread, precise strikes the lyric\n  Not frontin' or braggin'\n  Hundred percent red dragon\n  Pine fragranced lyrics, the rhymes you can't imagine\n  The globe-trotter, call me Meadowlog Lemon\n  Five part criminal, two part felon\n\n  \"Esta dicho! Aquí, la revelación! No se la ve por television, todos\n  Los maricones del norte, que los voy a matar yo, va a ser aquí en nuestro\n  Pais y todos los 'singamasones', que están singando un mundo, tambien,\n  Van a ver la muerte de ellos mismos, lo en las manos de ellos, un día,\n  Va a ser sangre, mucha sangre, la peste de los cuerpos muertos, vas a\n  Oír, que se va a hueler', hasta los Estados Unidos, estos cabrones, que con\n  La democracia, que nos 'tan singando en el culo, todos son unos mismos\n  Cabrones\"\n"},{"id":2812925,"name":"Killa Hill Niggas","trackName":"Killa Hill Niggas","artistName":"Cypress Hill","albumName":"Temple Of Boom","duration":242.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"\"Esto no me gusta, aquí la gente, la gente no sirve pa' mierda, aquí\nYo soy, yo soy Capitan Pingaloca, y to' mundo aquí, me sirve a mi o va\nPa'l carajo, oye, revolución compadre!\"\n\nIn the midst of the madness\nNo question, who's the baddest\nMCs in the game runnin for the status\nTake a few seconds to review the crews\nSittin' on top is the Hill lookin' over you\nKilla Hill Niggas\nCleaned in my dream\nCookin' up a scheme\nFor all them big bank niggas\nThe world is yours, but it can be mine and his\nBust you out the frame, I don't give a fuck who it is\nNumber one mission, opposition\nGet dumb, succumb and then position\nIn a casket, best wishes\nAt the bottom of the lake, sleepin' with the fishes\nFull out search for the body\nOf the MCs who be comin' to disrupt the party\nNo wins, no ends, no way\n\nThat I'm ever gonna let ya come back again!\n\nCheck my dramatics\nBrains get splattered\nDreams shattered\nSabas get blasted for words he packaged\nBeat the sequence\nBravado lessons on his defense\nPile you niggas talkin' fast like Puerto Ricans\nWhat you seekin'\nSon I catch clean like Dominicans\nLast Mohican\nWitness I'm speakin, loud as Indians, tomahawk\nShaolin slang, the violent talk\nUpstate New York\n\nWhere chumps get extorted for Newports\nWhat you thought\n\n\"Y ya esta dicho. Todos los que no les guste mi 'rebote' van a morir\nYo le voy a meter una bala a la cabeza a cualquier maricon, que no me\nPersiga a mi a la 'singadapuerta', oye, hijo e' puta! Quiero quemarte la\nCara!\"\n\nWords droppin' chant\nThe check DI slant\nI'm taking these cannabis plants\nYo for granted\nExotic narcotic\nTunes slam soon\nFrom a dune\nIn the desert\nMega-Babylon pleasure\nComin' out the domepiece, smell my aroma\nWarrior nomad\nPut you in a coma\nComma\nLlama\nSmash-crashin' your armor\nDrama\nI'm a\nStealth aircraft bomber\nHere is where I dwell\nAt the gates o' hell\nIt ain't where you're from\nIt's where you're in the mentals\nAnd if not, yo' credentials\nAre essential\nI see reality\nView things surrounding me\nFree like a spread, precise strikes the lyric\nNot frontin' or braggin'\nHundred percent red dragon\nPine fragranced lyrics, the rhymes you can't imagine\nThe globe-trotter, call me Meadowlog Lemon\nFive part criminal, two part felon\n\n\"Esta dicho! Aquí, la revelación! No se la ve por television, todos\nLos maricones del norte, que los voy a matar yo, va a ser aquí en nuestro\nPais y todos los 'singamasones', que están singando un mundo, tambien,\nVan a ver la muerte de ellos mismos, lo en las manos de ellos, un día,\nVa a ser sangre, mucha sangre, la peste de los cuerpos muertos, vas a\nOír, que se va a hueler', hasta los Estados Unidos, estos cabrones, que con\nLa democracia, que nos 'tan singando en el culo, todos son unos mismos\nCabrones\"","syncedLyrics":"[00:40.20] \"Esto no me gusta, aquí la gente, la gente no sirve pa' mierda, aquí\n[00:45.49] Yo soy, yo soy Capitan Pingaloca, y to' mundo aquí, me sirve a mi o va\n[00:50.36] Pa'l carajo, oye, revolución compadre!\"\n[00:56.26] In the midst of the madness\n[00:57.73] No question, who's the baddest\n[00:59.24] MCs in the game runnin for the status\n[01:01.24] Take a few seconds to review the crews\n[01:03.52] Sittin' on top is the Hill lookin' over you\n[01:06.57] Killa Hill Niggas\n[01:08.38] Cleaned in my dream\n[01:09.60] Cookin' up a scheme\n[01:10.85] For all them big bank niggas\n[01:12.20] The world is yours, but it can be mine and his\n[01:14.77] Bust you out the frame, I don't give a fuck who it is\n[01:17.46] Number one mission, opposition\n[01:19.57] Get dumb, succumb and then position\n[01:22.47] In a casket, best wishes\n[01:24.33] At the bottom of the lake, sleepin' with the fishes\n[01:27.60] Full out search for the body\n[01:30.23] Of the MCs who be comin' to disrupt the party\n[01:33.20] No wins, no ends, no way\n[01:35.82] That I'm ever gonna let ya come back again!\n[01:38.63] Check my dramatics\n[01:39.44] Brains get splattered\n[01:40.34] Dreams shattered\n[01:41.21] Sabas get blasted for words he packaged\n[01:42.36] Beat the sequence\n[01:44.38] Bravado lessons on his defense\n[01:46.26] Pile you niggas talkin' fast like Puerto Ricans\n[01:48.49] What you seekin'\n[01:49.67] Son I catch clean like Dominicans\n[01:51.25] Last Mohican\n[01:52.38] Witness I'm speakin, loud as Indians, tomahawk\n[01:54.14] Shaolin slang, the violent talk\n[01:56.02] Upstate New York\n[01:58.12] Where chumps get extorted for Newports\n[01:59.48] What you thought\n[02:00.77] \"Y ya esta dicho. 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Quiero quemarte la\n  start_ms: 129960\n  end_ms: 136660\n- text: Cara!\"\n  start_ms: 136660\n  end_ms: 140040\n- text: Words droppin' chant\n  start_ms: 140040\n  end_ms: 141100\n- text: The check DI slant\n  start_ms: 141100\n  end_ms: 142570\n- text: I'm taking these cannabis plants\n  start_ms: 142570\n  end_ms: 144110\n- text: Yo for granted\n  start_ms: 144110\n  end_ms: 144970\n- text: Exotic narcotic\n  start_ms: 144970\n  end_ms: 146330\n- text: Tunes slam soon\n  start_ms: 146330\n  end_ms: 147490\n- text: From a dune\n  start_ms: 147490\n  end_ms: 148810\n- text: In the desert\n  start_ms: 148810\n  end_ms: 149540\n- text: Mega-Babylon pleasure\n  start_ms: 149540\n  end_ms: 150920\n- text: Comin' out the domepiece, smell my aroma\n  start_ms: 150920\n  end_ms: 152110\n- text: Warrior nomad\n  start_ms: 152110\n  end_ms: 154160\n- text: Put you in a coma\n  start_ms: 154160\n  end_ms: 156060\n- text: Comma\n  start_ms: 156060\n  end_ms: 156660\n- text: Llama\n  start_ms: 156660\n  end_ms: 157110\n- text: Smash-crashin' your armor\n  start_ms: 157110\n  end_ms: 158270\n- text: Drama\n  start_ms: 158270\n  end_ms: 159020\n- text: I'm a\n  start_ms: 159020\n  end_ms: 159800\n- text: Stealth aircraft bomber\n  start_ms: 159800\n  end_ms: 161030\n- text: Here is where I dwell\n  start_ms: 161030\n  end_ms: 162220\n- text: At the gates o' hell\n  start_ms: 162220\n  end_ms: 163170\n- text: It ain't where you're from\n  start_ms: 163170\n  end_ms: 165390\n- text: It's where you're in the mentals\n  start_ms: 165390\n  end_ms: 166800\n- text: And if not, yo' credentials\n  start_ms: 166800\n  end_ms: 168510\n- text: Are essential\n  start_ms: 168510\n  end_ms: 170320\n- text: I see reality\n  start_ms: 170320\n  end_ms: 170920\n- text: View things surrounding me\n  start_ms: 170920\n  end_ms: 171700\n- text: Free like a spread, precise strikes the lyric\n  start_ms: 171700\n  end_ms: 172790\n- text: Not frontin' or braggin'\n  start_ms: 172790\n  end_ms: 174260\n- text: Hundred percent red dragon\n  start_ms: 174260\n  end_ms: 175060\n- text: Pine fragranced lyrics, the rhymes you can't imagine\n  start_ms: 175060\n  end_ms: 179440\n- text: The globe-trotter, call me Meadowlog Lemon\n  start_ms: 179440\n  end_ms: 181510\n- text: Five part criminal, two part felon\n  start_ms: 181510\n  end_ms: 184680\n- text: '\"Esta dicho! Aquí, la revelación! No se la ve por television, todos'\n  start_ms: 184680\n  end_ms: 192210\n- text: Los maricones del norte, que los voy a matar yo, va a ser aquí en nuestro\n  start_ms: 192210\n  end_ms: 198530\n- text: Pais y todos los 'singamasones', que están singando un mundo, tambien,\n  start_ms: 198530\n  end_ms: 206750\n- text: Van a ver la muerte de ellos mismos, lo en las manos de ellos, un día,\n  start_ms: 206750\n  end_ms: 212540\n- text: Va a ser sangre, mucha sangre, la peste de los cuerpos muertos, vas a\n  start_ms: 212540\n  end_ms: 222110\n- text: Oír, que se va a hueler', hasta los Estados Unidos, estos cabrones, que con\n  start_ms: 222110\n  end_ms: 230950\n- text: La democracia, que nos 'tan singando en el culo, todos son unos mismos\n  start_ms: 230950\n  end_ms: 236190\n- text: Cabrones\"\n  start_ms: 236190\n  end_ms: 237830\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 237830\nplain: |-\n  \"Esto no me gusta, aquí la gente, la gente no sirve pa' mierda, aquí\n  Yo soy, yo soy Capitan Pingaloca, y to' mundo aquí, me sirve a mi o va\n  Pa'l carajo, oye, revolución compadre!\"\n\n  In the midst of the madness\n  No question, who's the baddest\n  MCs in the game runnin for the status\n  Take a few seconds to review the crews\n  Sittin' on top is the Hill lookin' over you\n  Killa Hill Niggas\n  Cleaned in my dream\n  Cookin' up a scheme\n  For all them big bank niggas\n  The world is yours, but it can be mine and his\n  Bust you out the frame, I don't give a fuck who it is\n  Number one mission, opposition\n  Get dumb, succumb and then position\n  In a casket, best wishes\n  At the bottom of the lake, sleepin' with the fishes\n  Full out search for the body\n  Of the MCs who be comin' to disrupt the party\n  No wins, no ends, no way\n\n  That I'm ever gonna let ya come back again!\n\n  Check my dramatics\n  Brains get splattered\n  Dreams shattered\n  Sabas get blasted for words he packaged\n  Beat the sequence\n  Bravado lessons on his defense\n  Pile you niggas talkin' fast like Puerto Ricans\n  What you seekin'\n  Son I catch clean like Dominicans\n  Last Mohican\n  Witness I'm speakin, loud as Indians, tomahawk\n  Shaolin slang, the violent talk\n  Upstate New York\n\n  Where chumps get extorted for Newports\n  What you thought\n\n  \"Y ya esta dicho. Todos los que no les guste mi 'rebote' van a morir\n  Yo le voy a meter una bala a la cabeza a cualquier maricon, que no me\n  Persiga a mi a la 'singadapuerta', oye, hijo e' puta! Quiero quemarte la\n  Cara!\"\n\n  Words droppin' chant\n  The check DI slant\n  I'm taking these cannabis plants\n  Yo for granted\n  Exotic narcotic\n  Tunes slam soon\n  From a dune\n  In the desert\n  Mega-Babylon pleasure\n  Comin' out the domepiece, smell my aroma\n  Warrior nomad\n  Put you in a coma\n  Comma\n  Llama\n  Smash-crashin' your armor\n  Drama\n  I'm a\n  Stealth aircraft bomber\n  Here is where I dwell\n  At the gates o' hell\n  It ain't where you're from\n  It's where you're in the mentals\n  And if not, yo' credentials\n  Are essential\n  I see reality\n  View things surrounding me\n  Free like a spread, precise strikes the lyric\n  Not frontin' or braggin'\n  Hundred percent red dragon\n  Pine fragranced lyrics, the rhymes you can't imagine\n  The globe-trotter, call me Meadowlog Lemon\n  Five part criminal, two part felon\n\n  \"Esta dicho! Aquí, la revelación! No se la ve por television, todos\n  Los maricones del norte, que los voy a matar yo, va a ser aquí en nuestro\n  Pais y todos los 'singamasones', que están singando un mundo, tambien,\n  Van a ver la muerte de ellos mismos, lo en las manos de ellos, un día,\n  Va a ser sangre, mucha sangre, la peste de los cuerpos muertos, vas a\n  Oír, que se va a hueler', hasta los Estados Unidos, estos cabrones, que con\n  La democracia, que nos 'tan singando en el culo, todos son unos mismos\n  Cabrones\"\n"},{"id":2253031,"name":"Killa Hill Niggas","trackName":"Killa Hill Niggas","artistName":"Cypress Hill","albumName":"III: Temples of Boom (explicit)","duration":242.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"\"Esto no me gusta, aquí la gente, la gente no sirve pa' mierda, aquí\nYo soy, yo soy Capitan Pingaloca, y to' mundo aquí, me sirve a mi o va\nPa'l carajo, oye, revolución compadre!\"\n\nIn the midst of the madness\nNo question, who's the baddest\nMCs in the game runnin for the status\nTake a few seconds to review the crews\nSittin' on top is the Hill lookin' over you\nKilla Hill Niggas\nCleaned in my dream\nCookin' up a scheme\nFor all them big bank niggas\nThe world is yours, but it can be mine and his\nBust you out the frame, I don't give a fuck who it is\nNumber one mission, opposition\nGet dumb, succumb and then position\nIn a casket, best wishes\nAt the bottom of the lake, sleepin' with the fishes\nFull out search for the body\nOf the MCs who be comin' to disrupt the party\nNo wins, no ends, no way\n\nThat I'm ever gonna let ya come back again!\n\nCheck my dramatics\nBrains get splattered\nDreams shattered\nSabas get blasted for words he packaged\nBeat the sequence\nBravado lessons on his defense\nPile you niggas talkin' fast like Puerto Ricans\nWhat you seekin'\nSon I catch clean like Dominicans\nLast Mohican\nWitness I'm speakin, loud as Indians, tomahawk\nShaolin slang, the violent talk\nUpstate New York\n\nWhere chumps get extorted for Newports\nWhat you thought\n\n\"Y ya esta dicho. Todos los que no les guste mi 'rebote' van a morir\nYo le voy a meter una bala a la cabeza a cualquier maricon, que no me\nPersiga a mi a la 'singadapuerta', oye, hijo e' puta! Quiero quemarte la\nCara!\"\n\nWords droppin' chant\nThe check DI slant\nI'm taking these cannabis plants\nYo for granted\nExotic narcotic\nTunes slam soon\nFrom a dune\nIn the desert\nMega-Babylon pleasure\nComin' out the domepiece, smell my aroma\nWarrior nomad\nPut you in a coma\nComma\nLlama\nSmash-crashin' your armor\nDrama\nI'm a\nStealth aircraft bomber\nHere is where I dwell\nAt the gates o' hell\nIt ain't where you're from\nIt's where you're in the mentals\nAnd if not, yo' credentials\nAre essential\nI see reality\nView things surrounding me\nFree like a spread, precise strikes the lyric\nNot frontin' or braggin'\nHundred percent red dragon\nPine fragranced lyrics, the rhymes you can't imagine\nThe globe-trotter, call me Meadowlog Lemon\nFive part criminal, two part felon\n\n\"Esta dicho! Aquí, la revelación! No se la ve por television, todos\nLos maricones del norte, que los voy a matar yo, va a ser aquí en nuestro\nPais y todos los 'singamasones', que están singando un mundo, tambien,\nVan a ver la muerte de ellos mismos, lo en las manos de ellos, un día,\nVa a ser sangre, mucha sangre, la peste de los cuerpos muertos, vas a\nOír, que se va a hueler', hasta los Estados Unidos, estos cabrones, que con\nLa democracia, que nos 'tan singando en el culo, todos son unos mismos\nCabrones\"","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Killa Hill Niggas\n  artist: Cypress Hill\n  album: 'III: Temples of Boom (explicit)'\n  duration_ms: 242000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  \"Esto no me gusta, aquí la gente, la gente no sirve pa' mierda, aquí\n  Yo soy, yo soy Capitan Pingaloca, y to' mundo aquí, me sirve a mi o va\n  Pa'l carajo, oye, revolución compadre!\"\n\n  In the midst of the madness\n  No question, who's the baddest\n  MCs in the game runnin for the status\n  Take a few seconds to review the crews\n  Sittin' on top is the Hill lookin' over you\n  Killa Hill Niggas\n  Cleaned in my dream\n  Cookin' up a scheme\n  For all them big bank niggas\n  The world is yours, but it can be mine and his\n  Bust you out the frame, I don't give a fuck who it is\n  Number one mission, opposition\n  Get dumb, succumb and then position\n  In a casket, best wishes\n  At the bottom of the lake, sleepin' with the fishes\n  Full out search for the body\n  Of the MCs who be comin' to disrupt the party\n  No wins, no ends, no way\n\n  That I'm ever gonna let ya come back again!\n\n  Check my dramatics\n  Brains get splattered\n  Dreams shattered\n  Sabas get blasted for words he packaged\n  Beat the sequence\n  Bravado lessons on his defense\n  Pile you niggas talkin' fast like Puerto Ricans\n  What you seekin'\n  Son I catch clean like Dominicans\n  Last Mohican\n  Witness I'm speakin, loud as Indians, tomahawk\n  Shaolin slang, the violent talk\n  Upstate New York\n\n  Where chumps get extorted for Newports\n  What you thought\n\n  \"Y ya esta dicho. Todos los que no les guste mi 'rebote' van a morir\n  Yo le voy a meter una bala a la cabeza a cualquier maricon, que no me\n  Persiga a mi a la 'singadapuerta', oye, hijo e' puta! Quiero quemarte la\n  Cara!\"\n\n  Words droppin' chant\n  The check DI slant\n  I'm taking these cannabis plants\n  Yo for granted\n  Exotic narcotic\n  Tunes slam soon\n  From a dune\n  In the desert\n  Mega-Babylon pleasure\n  Comin' out the domepiece, smell my aroma\n  Warrior nomad\n  Put you in a coma\n  Comma\n  Llama\n  Smash-crashin' your armor\n  Drama\n  I'm a\n  Stealth aircraft bomber\n  Here is where I dwell\n  At the gates o' hell\n  It ain't where you're from\n  It's where you're in the mentals\n  And if not, yo' credentials\n  Are essential\n  I see reality\n  View things surrounding me\n  Free like a spread, precise strikes the lyric\n  Not frontin' or braggin'\n  Hundred percent red dragon\n  Pine fragranced lyrics, the rhymes you can't imagine\n  The globe-trotter, call me Meadowlog Lemon\n  Five part criminal, two part felon\n\n  \"Esta dicho! Aquí, la revelación! No se la ve por television, todos\n  Los maricones del norte, que los voy a matar yo, va a ser aquí en nuestro\n  Pais y todos los 'singamasones', que están singando un mundo, tambien,\n  Van a ver la muerte de ellos mismos, lo en las manos de ellos, un día,\n  Va a ser sangre, mucha sangre, la peste de los cuerpos muertos, vas a\n  Oír, que se va a hueler', hasta los Estados Unidos, estos cabrones, que con\n  La democracia, que nos 'tan singando en el culo, todos son unos mismos\n  Cabrones\"\n"},{"id":1467713,"name":"Killa Hill Niggas","trackName":"Killa Hill Niggas","artistName":"Cypress Hill","albumName":"Iii - Temples Of Boom (Disc 1)","duration":242.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"\"Esto no me gusta, aquí la gente, la gente no sirve pa' mierda, aquí\nYo soy, yo soy Capitan Pingaloca, y to' mundo aquí, me sirve a mi o va\nPa'l carajo, oye, revolución compadre!\"\n\nIn the midst of the madness\nNo question, who's the baddest\nMCs in the game runnin for the status\nTake a few seconds to review the crews\nSittin' on top is the Hill lookin' over you\nKilla Hill Niggas\nCleaned in my dream\nCookin' up a scheme\nFor all them big bank niggas\nThe world is yours, but it can be mine and his\nBust you out the frame, I don't give a fuck who it is\nNumber one mission, opposition\nGet dumb, succumb and then position\nIn a casket, best wishes\nAt the bottom of the lake, sleepin' with the fishes\nFull out search for the body\nOf the MCs who be comin' to disrupt the party\nNo wins, no ends, no way\n\nThat I'm ever gonna let ya come back again!\n\nCheck my dramatics\nBrains get splattered\nDreams shattered\nSabas get blasted for words he packaged\nBeat the sequence\nBravado lessons on his defense\nPile you niggas talkin' fast like Puerto Ricans\nWhat you seekin'\nSon I catch clean like Dominicans\nLast Mohican\nWitness I'm speakin, loud as Indians, tomahawk\nShaolin slang, the violent talk\nUpstate New York\n\nWhere chumps get extorted for Newports\nWhat you thought\n\n\"Y ya esta dicho. Todos los que no les guste mi 'rebote' van a morir\nYo le voy a meter una bala a la cabeza a cualquier maricon, que no me\nPersiga a mi a la 'singadapuerta', oye, hijo e' puta! Quiero quemarte la\nCara!\"\n\nWords droppin' chant\nThe check DI slant\nI'm taking these cannabis plants\nYo for granted\nExotic narcotic\nTunes slam soon\nFrom a dune\nIn the desert\nMega-Babylon pleasure\nComin' out the domepiece, smell my aroma\nWarrior nomad\nPut you in a coma\nComma\nLlama\nSmash-crashin' your armor\nDrama\nI'm a\nStealth aircraft bomber\nHere is where I dwell\nAt the gates o' hell\nIt ain't where you're from\nIt's where you're in the mentals\nAnd if not, yo' credentials\nAre essential\nI see reality\nView things surrounding me\nFree like a spread, precise strikes the lyric\nNot frontin' or braggin'\nHundred percent red dragon\nPine fragranced lyrics, the rhymes you can't imagine\nThe globe-trotter, call me Meadowlog Lemon\nFive part criminal, two part felon\n\n\"Esta dicho! Aquí, la revelación! No se la ve por television, todos\nLos maricones del norte, que los voy a matar yo, va a ser aquí en nuestro\nPais y todos los 'singamasones', que están singando un mundo, tambien,\nVan a ver la muerte de ellos mismos, lo en las manos de ellos, un día,\nVa a ser sangre, mucha sangre, la peste de los cuerpos muertos, vas a\nOír, que se va a hueler', hasta los Estados Unidos, estos cabrones, que con\nLa democracia, que nos 'tan singando en el culo, todos son unos mismos\nCabrones\"","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Killa Hill Niggas\n  artist: Cypress Hill\n  album: Iii - Temples Of Boom (Disc 1)\n  duration_ms: 242000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  \"Esto no me gusta, aquí la gente, la gente no sirve pa' mierda, aquí\n  Yo soy, yo soy Capitan Pingaloca, y to' mundo aquí, me sirve a mi o va\n  Pa'l carajo, oye, revolución compadre!\"\n\n  In the midst of the madness\n  No question, who's the baddest\n  MCs in the game runnin for the status\n  Take a few seconds to review the crews\n  Sittin' on top is the Hill lookin' over you\n  Killa Hill Niggas\n  Cleaned in my dream\n  Cookin' up a scheme\n  For all them big bank niggas\n  The world is yours, but it can be mine and his\n  Bust you out the frame, I don't give a fuck who it is\n  Number one mission, opposition\n  Get dumb, succumb and then position\n  In a casket, best wishes\n  At the bottom of the lake, sleepin' with the fishes\n  Full out search for the body\n  Of the MCs who be comin' to disrupt the party\n  No wins, no ends, no way\n\n  That I'm ever gonna let ya come back again!\n\n  Check my dramatics\n  Brains get splattered\n  Dreams shattered\n  Sabas get blasted for words he packaged\n  Beat the sequence\n  Bravado lessons on his defense\n  Pile you niggas talkin' fast like Puerto Ricans\n  What you seekin'\n  Son I catch clean like Dominicans\n  Last Mohican\n  Witness I'm speakin, loud as Indians, tomahawk\n  Shaolin slang, the violent talk\n  Upstate New York\n\n  Where chumps get extorted for Newports\n  What you thought\n\n  \"Y ya esta dicho. Todos los que no les guste mi 'rebote' van a morir\n  Yo le voy a meter una bala a la cabeza a cualquier maricon, que no me\n  Persiga a mi a la 'singadapuerta', oye, hijo e' puta! Quiero quemarte la\n  Cara!\"\n\n  Words droppin' chant\n  The check DI slant\n  I'm taking these cannabis plants\n  Yo for granted\n  Exotic narcotic\n  Tunes slam soon\n  From a dune\n  In the desert\n  Mega-Babylon pleasure\n  Comin' out the domepiece, smell my aroma\n  Warrior nomad\n  Put you in a coma\n  Comma\n  Llama\n  Smash-crashin' your armor\n  Drama\n  I'm a\n  Stealth aircraft bomber\n  Here is where I dwell\n  At the gates o' hell\n  It ain't where you're from\n  It's where you're in the mentals\n  And if not, yo' credentials\n  Are essential\n  I see reality\n  View things surrounding me\n  Free like a spread, precise strikes the lyric\n  Not frontin' or braggin'\n  Hundred percent red dragon\n  Pine fragranced lyrics, the rhymes you can't imagine\n  The globe-trotter, call me Meadowlog Lemon\n  Five part criminal, two part felon\n\n  \"Esta dicho! Aquí, la revelación! No se la ve por television, todos\n  Los maricones del norte, que los voy a matar yo, va a ser aquí en nuestro\n  Pais y todos los 'singamasones', que están singando un mundo, tambien,\n  Van a ver la muerte de ellos mismos, lo en las manos de ellos, un día,\n  Va a ser sangre, mucha sangre, la peste de los cuerpos muertos, vas a\n  Oír, que se va a hueler', hasta los Estados Unidos, estos cabrones, que con\n  La democracia, que nos 'tan singando en el culo, todos son unos mismos\n  Cabrones\"\n"}]