[{"id":2577040,"name":"Drop It Heavy","trackName":"Drop It Heavy","artistName":"D.I.T.C.","albumName":"D.I.T.C.","duration":240.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"That's right, on any beat we sale\nDon't put your money on bail, put it on Full Scale\nHa ha, never fail, KRS\n\nI'd rather have a hundred-thousand true heads by me\nThan one million of your fake fanatics behind me\nI keep it grimy, chase me, you will never find me\nI take you out in two or three minutes, you can time me\nYou the dopest MC? I leave that ass sizzlin\nI'm givin more rhythm than gang rapes in prison\nYou small time, you ain't a pro\nYeah you kick the raw rhymes, but your show and your flow\nThat's all mine\nOh silly me, if I call on my lyric ability\nI'll bring it right, straight to your jaw, free delivery\nGet wit me, now I spit rap\nI represent peace and knowledge, but I will contradict that!\nClick-a-click clap\nYou don't wanna battle me, you wanna scat away\nI battle Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday\nWait, let me check the schedule again, Saturday\nI think you oughta follow your squad, they ran thataway\nThese rappers be played out, spaced out, no format\nNow why would you place your money on that?\nI drop more bars than Sing-Sing, cha-ching!\nReal teachers teach real things\nI brings knowledge and skill, you should try to get with it\nChallenging knowledge only means that ya ignorant\nWith the Sword of Justice, your throat I'm stickin in\nGossip and scandal, I don't put my lips in it\nGrow up, I'm movin like a U-Haul truck\nYou all stuck cuz you all suck, duck duck buck buck buck\nForget the cut hops, your luck stops\nI bring it to your buttocks, with nuff glocks\n\n(Big Punisher)\nYo, my squad is honored it like Elijah Muhammed\nBut I'm God-retarded, ain't no righteousness in this heart of violence\nHard as diamond but I'm in the ruff, listen up\nIf you ever see me wit the Feds you can bet it's in the cuffs\nAin't no snitchin us, bitchin us\nUnofficial-ness, everything we are, side you wish you was\nOfficial thugs in the drug profession\nDrug connections, drug addictions\nStill seein the judge for drug possession\nThe four-D's, all these is more reas\nTo either get big, leave or let live\nWe the best there is TS, ain't nobody else\nWe probably Dove cuz we all way on top of the shelf\nI'm lockin your wealth wit the master keys, freeze\nDon't try to breeze, I'ma squeeze and blast the back of your knees\nJust pass the cheese, please don't test the toaster\nMy tech'll roast ya body faster than Ferrari's Testarosta\nYou're gettin closer to death, Reaper's got a hold on your breath\nYou goin straight to hell as you sell your soul for your flesh\nYou was posin a threat, now you froze in the bed\nMinute ago, you was poppin shit, holdin ya dick\nNow what's the problem, you ain't nuttin like you said on your album\nI thought you was wildin, bustin your guns and runnin the island\nYou was't violent, you was silent tryin to get college credits\nHow pathetic, did it to get out of the collasthetics\nI'm dianetics combined wit lyrics\nMy matureness is my insurance, kill my appearance, I'm a shinin spirit\nYou gotta fear it, cuz every last gem is poison\nYou gotta cheer it, if you can't win you better join em\nI'm head-annointin niggas like the Holy Gospel\nI'm the only voco to walk and smoke you wit fire-blowin nostrils\nWatch for the toast, when you see it you better draw yours\nWarlords, callin The Giant, it's all yours\n\n(A.G.)\nNow check flacco, siete quato rocks in my music note\nIt don't take a lot for you to go\nThere's a lot that you should know\nLike I rock the future flow\nI can't be stopped, refuse to go, and still great, Show\nDug in the milk crates, so we label this cream\nPlus my vocals, now we able to gleam\nA's-Team used to be local, now we get love from mainstream\nRock from Shanghai to Beijing, stay high's the main theme\nUsed to have a crush on Regine when she was Tudy\nRappers actin fruity, tryin to black and blue me\nHe must be actin a movie\nI'm dirty, like double-platinum in a hooptie\nNow let's double back for these groupies\nBack up behind the ropes, Show and A come through\nWe the real Killers, y'all Replacements for John Woo\nThis is \"Full Scale\" shit here, the weak disappear\nThey only eat in our off-years, check the CD, it's all there\nYou'll be bustin the speaker, puffin the reefer\nCan't spit like I spit so you get hype and bust your heater\nHeard your chick's on my dick, I would love to meet her\nHit it, and toss it like it ain't nuttin either\nAnd catch you on the rebound like Dennis\nMy sound sells in and out of town\nThis a chemistry and I got it now\nThey wanted Six's for the Range but I got 'em down\nTo twenty and a brick, now I'm out wit this money and shit","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Drop It Heavy\n  artist: D.I.T.C.\n  album: D.I.T.C.\n  duration_ms: 240000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  That's right, on any beat we sale\n  Don't put your money on bail, put it on Full Scale\n  Ha ha, never fail, KRS\n\n  I'd rather have a hundred-thousand true heads by me\n  Than one million of your fake fanatics behind me\n  I keep it grimy, chase me, you will never find me\n  I take you out in two or three minutes, you can time me\n  You the dopest MC? I leave that ass sizzlin\n  I'm givin more rhythm than gang rapes in prison\n  You small time, you ain't a pro\n  Yeah you kick the raw rhymes, but your show and your flow\n  That's all mine\n  Oh silly me, if I call on my lyric ability\n  I'll bring it right, straight to your jaw, free delivery\n  Get wit me, now I spit rap\n  I represent peace and knowledge, but I will contradict that!\n  Click-a-click clap\n  You don't wanna battle me, you wanna scat away\n  I battle Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday\n  Wait, let me check the schedule again, Saturday\n  I think you oughta follow your squad, they ran thataway\n  These rappers be played out, spaced out, no format\n  Now why would you place your money on that?\n  I drop more bars than Sing-Sing, cha-ching!\n  Real teachers teach real things\n  I brings knowledge and skill, you should try to get with it\n  Challenging knowledge only means that ya ignorant\n  With the Sword of Justice, your throat I'm stickin in\n  Gossip and scandal, I don't put my lips in it\n  Grow up, I'm movin like a U-Haul truck\n  You all stuck cuz you all suck, duck duck buck buck buck\n  Forget the cut hops, your luck stops\n  I bring it to your buttocks, with nuff glocks\n\n  (Big Punisher)\n  Yo, my squad is honored it like Elijah Muhammed\n  But I'm God-retarded, ain't no righteousness in this heart of violence\n  Hard as diamond but I'm in the ruff, listen up\n  If you ever see me wit the Feds you can bet it's in the cuffs\n  Ain't no snitchin us, bitchin us\n  Unofficial-ness, everything we are, side you wish you was\n  Official thugs in the drug profession\n  Drug connections, drug addictions\n  Still seein the judge for drug possession\n  The four-D's, all these is more reas\n  To either get big, leave or let live\n  We the best there is TS, ain't nobody else\n  We probably Dove cuz we all way on top of the shelf\n  I'm lockin your wealth wit the master keys, freeze\n  Don't try to breeze, I'ma squeeze and blast the back of your knees\n  Just pass the cheese, please don't test the toaster\n  My tech'll roast ya body faster than Ferrari's Testarosta\n  You're gettin closer to death, Reaper's got a hold on your breath\n  You goin straight to hell as you sell your soul for your flesh\n  You was posin a threat, now you froze in the bed\n  Minute ago, you was poppin shit, holdin ya dick\n  Now what's the problem, you ain't nuttin like you said on your album\n  I thought you was wildin, bustin your guns and runnin the island\n  You was't violent, you was silent tryin to get college credits\n  How pathetic, did it to get out of the collasthetics\n  I'm dianetics combined wit lyrics\n  My matureness is my insurance, kill my appearance, I'm a shinin spirit\n  You gotta fear it, cuz every last gem is poison\n  You gotta cheer it, if you can't win you better join em\n  I'm head-annointin niggas like the Holy Gospel\n  I'm the only voco to walk and smoke you wit fire-blowin nostrils\n  Watch for the toast, when you see it you better draw yours\n  Warlords, callin The Giant, it's all yours\n\n  (A.G.)\n  Now check flacco, siete quato rocks in my music note\n  It don't take a lot for you to go\n  There's a lot that you should know\n  Like I rock the future flow\n  I can't be stopped, refuse to go, and still great, Show\n  Dug in the milk crates, so we label this cream\n  Plus my vocals, now we able to gleam\n  A's-Team used to be local, now we get love from mainstream\n  Rock from Shanghai to Beijing, stay high's the main theme\n  Used to have a crush on Regine when she was Tudy\n  Rappers actin fruity, tryin to black and blue me\n  He must be actin a movie\n  I'm dirty, like double-platinum in a hooptie\n  Now let's double back for these groupies\n  Back up behind the ropes, Show and A come through\n  We the real Killers, y'all Replacements for John Woo\n  This is \"Full Scale\" shit here, the weak disappear\n  They only eat in our off-years, check the CD, it's all there\n  You'll be bustin the speaker, puffin the reefer\n  Can't spit like I spit so you get hype and bust your heater\n  Heard your chick's on my dick, I would love to meet her\n  Hit it, and toss it like it ain't nuttin either\n  And catch you on the rebound like Dennis\n  My sound sells in and out of town\n  This a chemistry and I got it now\n  They wanted Six's for the Range but I got 'em down\n  To twenty and a brick, now I'm out wit this money and shit\n"},{"id":19892267,"name":"Drop It Heavy","trackName":"Drop It Heavy","artistName":"D.I.T.C.","albumName":"D.I.T.C.","duration":242.026667,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"That's right, on any beat we sale\nDon't put your money on bail, put it on Full Scale\nHa ha, never fail, KRS\n\nI'd rather have a hundred-thousand true heads by me\nThan one million of your fake fanatics behind me\nI keep it grimy, chase me, you will never find me\nI take you out in two or three minutes, you can time me\nYou the dopest MC? I leave that ass sizzlin\nI'm givin more rhythm than gang rapes in prison\nYou small time, you ain't a pro\nYeah you kick the raw rhymes, but your show and your flow\nThat's all mine\nOh silly me, if I call on my lyric ability\nI'll bring it right, straight to your jaw, free delivery\nGet wit me, now I spit rap\nI represent peace and knowledge, but I will contradict that!\nClick-a-click clap\nYou don't wanna battle me, you wanna scat away\nI battle Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday\nWait, let me check the schedule again, Saturday\nI think you oughta follow your squad, they ran thataway\nThese rappers be played out, spaced out, no format\nNow why would you place your money on that?\nI drop more bars than Sing-Sing, cha-ching!\nReal teachers teach real things\nI brings knowledge and skill, you should try to get with it\nChallenging knowledge only means that ya ignorant\nWith the Sword of Justice, your throat I'm stickin in\nGossip and scandal, I don't put my lips in it\nGrow up, I'm movin like a U-Haul truck\nYou all stuck cuz you all suck, duck duck buck buck buck\nForget the cut hops, your luck stops\nI bring it to your buttocks, with nuff glocks\n\n(Big Punisher)\nYo, my squad is honored it like Elijah Muhammed\nBut I'm God-retarded, ain't no righteousness in this heart of violence\nHard as diamond but I'm in the ruff, listen up\nIf you ever see me wit the Feds you can bet it's in the cuffs\nAin't no snitchin us, bitchin us\nUnofficial-ness, everything we are, side you wish you was\nOfficial thugs in the drug profession\nDrug connections, drug addictions\nStill seein the judge for drug possession\nThe four-D's, all these is more reas\nTo either get big, leave or let live\nWe the best there is TS, ain't nobody else\nWe probably Dove cuz we all way on top of the shelf\nI'm lockin your wealth wit the master keys, freeze\nDon't try to breeze, I'ma squeeze and blast the back of your knees\nJust pass the cheese, please don't test the toaster\nMy tech'll roast ya body faster than Ferrari's Testarosta\nYou're gettin closer to death, Reaper's got a hold on your breath\nYou goin straight to hell as you sell your soul for your flesh\nYou was posin a threat, now you froze in the bed\nMinute ago, you was poppin shit, holdin ya dick\nNow what's the problem, you ain't nuttin like you said on your album\nI thought you was wildin, bustin your guns and runnin the island\nYou was't violent, you was silent tryin to get college credits\nHow pathetic, did it to get out of the collasthetics\nI'm dianetics combined wit lyrics\nMy matureness is my insurance, kill my appearance, I'm a shinin spirit\nYou gotta fear it, cuz every last gem is poison\nYou gotta cheer it, if you can't win you better join em\nI'm head-annointin niggas like the Holy Gospel\nI'm the only voco to walk and smoke you wit fire-blowin nostrils\nWatch for the toast, when you see it you better draw yours\nWarlords, callin The Giant, it's all yours\n\n(A.G.)\nNow check flacco, siete quato rocks in my music note\nIt don't take a lot for you to go\nThere's a lot that you should know\nLike I rock the future flow\nI can't be stopped, refuse to go, and still great, Show\nDug in the milk crates, so we label this cream\nPlus my vocals, now we able to gleam\nA's-Team used to be local, now we get love from mainstream\nRock from Shanghai to Beijing, stay high's the main theme\nUsed to have a crush on Regine when she was Tudy\nRappers actin fruity, tryin to black and blue me\nHe must be actin a movie\nI'm dirty, like double-platinum in a hooptie\nNow let's double back for these groupies\nBack up behind the ropes, Show and A come through\nWe the real Killers, y'all Replacements for John Woo\nThis is \"Full Scale\" shit here, the weak disappear\nThey only eat in our off-years, check the CD, it's all there\nYou'll be bustin the speaker, puffin the reefer\nCan't spit like I spit so you get hype and bust your heater\nHeard your chick's on my dick, I would love to meet her\nHit it, and toss it like it ain't nuttin either\nAnd catch you on the rebound like Dennis\nMy sound sells in and out of town\nThis a chemistry and I got it now\nThey wanted Six's for the Range but I got 'em down\nTo twenty and a brick, now I'm out wit this money and shit","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Drop It Heavy\n  artist: D.I.T.C.\n  album: D.I.T.C.\n  duration_ms: 242027\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  That's right, on any beat we sale\n  Don't put your money on bail, put it on Full Scale\n  Ha ha, never fail, KRS\n\n  I'd rather have a hundred-thousand true heads by me\n  Than one million of your fake fanatics behind me\n  I keep it grimy, chase me, you will never find me\n  I take you out in two or three minutes, you can time me\n  You the dopest MC? I leave that ass sizzlin\n  I'm givin more rhythm than gang rapes in prison\n  You small time, you ain't a pro\n  Yeah you kick the raw rhymes, but your show and your flow\n  That's all mine\n  Oh silly me, if I call on my lyric ability\n  I'll bring it right, straight to your jaw, free delivery\n  Get wit me, now I spit rap\n  I represent peace and knowledge, but I will contradict that!\n  Click-a-click clap\n  You don't wanna battle me, you wanna scat away\n  I battle Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday\n  Wait, let me check the schedule again, Saturday\n  I think you oughta follow your squad, they ran thataway\n  These rappers be played out, spaced out, no format\n  Now why would you place your money on that?\n  I drop more bars than Sing-Sing, cha-ching!\n  Real teachers teach real things\n  I brings knowledge and skill, you should try to get with it\n  Challenging knowledge only means that ya ignorant\n  With the Sword of Justice, your throat I'm stickin in\n  Gossip and scandal, I don't put my lips in it\n  Grow up, I'm movin like a U-Haul truck\n  You all stuck cuz you all suck, duck duck buck buck buck\n  Forget the cut hops, your luck stops\n  I bring it to your buttocks, with nuff glocks\n\n  (Big Punisher)\n  Yo, my squad is honored it like Elijah Muhammed\n  But I'm God-retarded, ain't no righteousness in this heart of violence\n  Hard as diamond but I'm in the ruff, listen up\n  If you ever see me wit the Feds you can bet it's in the cuffs\n  Ain't no snitchin us, bitchin us\n  Unofficial-ness, everything we are, side you wish you was\n  Official thugs in the drug profession\n  Drug connections, drug addictions\n  Still seein the judge for drug possession\n  The four-D's, all these is more reas\n  To either get big, leave or let live\n  We the best there is TS, ain't nobody else\n  We probably Dove cuz we all way on top of the shelf\n  I'm lockin your wealth wit the master keys, freeze\n  Don't try to breeze, I'ma squeeze and blast the back of your knees\n  Just pass the cheese, please don't test the toaster\n  My tech'll roast ya body faster than Ferrari's Testarosta\n  You're gettin closer to death, Reaper's got a hold on your breath\n  You goin straight to hell as you sell your soul for your flesh\n  You was posin a threat, now you froze in the bed\n  Minute ago, you was poppin shit, holdin ya dick\n  Now what's the problem, you ain't nuttin like you said on your album\n  I thought you was wildin, bustin your guns and runnin the island\n  You was't violent, you was silent tryin to get college credits\n  How pathetic, did it to get out of the collasthetics\n  I'm dianetics combined wit lyrics\n  My matureness is my insurance, kill my appearance, I'm a shinin spirit\n  You gotta fear it, cuz every last gem is poison\n  You gotta cheer it, if you can't win you better join em\n  I'm head-annointin niggas like the Holy Gospel\n  I'm the only voco to walk and smoke you wit fire-blowin nostrils\n  Watch for the toast, when you see it you better draw yours\n  Warlords, callin The Giant, it's all yours\n\n  (A.G.)\n  Now check flacco, siete quato rocks in my music note\n  It don't take a lot for you to go\n  There's a lot that you should know\n  Like I rock the future flow\n  I can't be stopped, refuse to go, and still great, Show\n  Dug in the milk crates, so we label this cream\n  Plus my vocals, now we able to gleam\n  A's-Team used to be local, now we get love from mainstream\n  Rock from Shanghai to Beijing, stay high's the main theme\n  Used to have a crush on Regine when she was Tudy\n  Rappers actin fruity, tryin to black and blue me\n  He must be actin a movie\n  I'm dirty, like double-platinum in a hooptie\n  Now let's double back for these groupies\n  Back up behind the ropes, Show and A come through\n  We the real Killers, y'all Replacements for John Woo\n  This is \"Full Scale\" shit here, the weak disappear\n  They only eat in our off-years, check the CD, it's all there\n  You'll be bustin the speaker, puffin the reefer\n  Can't spit like I spit so you get hype and bust your heater\n  Heard your chick's on my dick, I would love to meet her\n  Hit it, and toss it like it ain't nuttin either\n  And catch you on the rebound like Dennis\n  My sound sells in and out of town\n  This a chemistry and I got it now\n  They wanted Six's for the Range but I got 'em down\n  To twenty and a brick, now I'm out wit this money and shit\n"},{"id":24373665,"name":"Drop It Heavy","trackName":"Drop It Heavy","artistName":"D.I.T.C.","albumName":"D.I.T.C.","duration":166.4,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"That's right, on any beat we sale\nDon't put your money on bail, put it on Full Scale\nHa ha, never fail, KRS\n\nI'd rather have a hundred-thousand true heads by me\nThan one million of your fake fanatics behind me\nI keep it grimy, chase me, you will never find me\nI take you out in two or three minutes, you can time me\nYou the dopest MC? I leave that ass sizzlin\nI'm givin more rhythm than gang rapes in prison\nYou small time, you ain't a pro\nYeah you kick the raw rhymes, but your show and your flow\nThat's all mine\nOh silly me, if I call on my lyric ability\nI'll bring it right, straight to your jaw, free delivery\nGet wit me, now I spit rap\nI represent peace and knowledge, but I will contradict that!\nClick-a-click clap\nYou don't wanna battle me, you wanna scat away\nI battle Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday\nWait, let me check the schedule again, Saturday\nI think you oughta follow your squad, they ran thataway\nThese rappers be played out, spaced out, no format\nNow why would you place your money on that?\nI drop more bars than Sing-Sing, cha-ching!\nReal teachers teach real things\nI brings knowledge and skill, you should try to get with it\nChallenging knowledge only means that ya ignorant\nWith the Sword of Justice, your throat I'm stickin in\nGossip and scandal, I don't put my lips in it\nGrow up, I'm movin like a U-Haul truck\nYou all stuck cuz you all suck, duck duck buck buck buck\nForget the cut hops, your luck stops\nI bring it to your buttocks, with nuff glocks\n\n(Big Punisher)\nYo, my squad is honored it like Elijah Muhammed\nBut I'm God-retarded, ain't no righteousness in this heart of violence\nHard as diamond but I'm in the ruff, listen up\nIf you ever see me wit the Feds you can bet it's in the cuffs\nAin't no snitchin us, bitchin us\nUnofficial-ness, everything we are, side you wish you was\nOfficial thugs in the drug profession\nDrug connections, drug addictions\nStill seein the judge for drug possession\nThe four-D's, all these is more reas\nTo either get big, leave or let live\nWe the best there is TS, ain't nobody else\nWe probably Dove cuz we all way on top of the shelf\nI'm lockin your wealth wit the master keys, freeze\nDon't try to breeze, I'ma squeeze and blast the back of your knees\nJust pass the cheese, please don't test the toaster\nMy tech'll roast ya body faster than Ferrari's Testarosta\nYou're gettin closer to death, Reaper's got a hold on your breath\nYou goin straight to hell as you sell your soul for your flesh\nYou was posin a threat, now you froze in the bed\nMinute ago, you was poppin shit, holdin ya dick\nNow what's the problem, you ain't nuttin like you said on your album\nI thought you was wildin, bustin your guns and runnin the island\nYou was't violent, you was silent tryin to get college credits\nHow pathetic, did it to get out of the collasthetics\nI'm dianetics combined wit lyrics\nMy matureness is my insurance, kill my appearance, I'm a shinin spirit\nYou gotta fear it, cuz every last gem is poison\nYou gotta cheer it, if you can't win you better join em\nI'm head-annointin niggas like the Holy Gospel\nI'm the only voco to walk and smoke you wit fire-blowin nostrils\nWatch for the toast, when you see it you better draw yours\nWarlords, callin The Giant, it's all yours\n\n(A.G.)\nNow check flacco, siete quato rocks in my music note\nIt don't take a lot for you to go\nThere's a lot that you should know\nLike I rock the future flow\nI can't be stopped, refuse to go, and still great, Show\nDug in the milk crates, so we label this cream\nPlus my vocals, now we able to gleam\nA's-Team used to be local, now we get love from mainstream\nRock from Shanghai to Beijing, stay high's the main theme\nUsed to have a crush on Regine when she was Tudy\nRappers actin fruity, tryin to black and blue me\nHe must be actin a movie\nI'm dirty, like double-platinum in a hooptie\nNow let's double back for these groupies\nBack up behind the ropes, Show and A come through\nWe the real Killers, y'all Replacements for John Woo\nThis is \"Full Scale\" shit here, the weak disappear\nThey only eat in our off-years, check the CD, it's all there\nYou'll be bustin the speaker, puffin the reefer\nCan't spit like I spit so you get hype and bust your heater\nHeard your chick's on my dick, I would love to meet her\nHit it, and toss it like it ain't nuttin either\nAnd catch you on the rebound like Dennis\nMy sound sells in and out of town\nThis a chemistry and I got it now\nThey wanted Six's for the Range but I got 'em down\nTo twenty and a brick, now I'm out wit this money and shit","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Drop It Heavy\n  artist: D.I.T.C.\n  album: D.I.T.C.\n  duration_ms: 166400\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  That's right, on any beat we sale\n  Don't put your money on bail, put it on Full Scale\n  Ha ha, never fail, KRS\n\n  I'd rather have a hundred-thousand true heads by me\n  Than one million of your fake fanatics behind me\n  I keep it grimy, chase me, you will never find me\n  I take you out in two or three minutes, you can time me\n  You the dopest MC? I leave that ass sizzlin\n  I'm givin more rhythm than gang rapes in prison\n  You small time, you ain't a pro\n  Yeah you kick the raw rhymes, but your show and your flow\n  That's all mine\n  Oh silly me, if I call on my lyric ability\n  I'll bring it right, straight to your jaw, free delivery\n  Get wit me, now I spit rap\n  I represent peace and knowledge, but I will contradict that!\n  Click-a-click clap\n  You don't wanna battle me, you wanna scat away\n  I battle Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday\n  Wait, let me check the schedule again, Saturday\n  I think you oughta follow your squad, they ran thataway\n  These rappers be played out, spaced out, no format\n  Now why would you place your money on that?\n  I drop more bars than Sing-Sing, cha-ching!\n  Real teachers teach real things\n  I brings knowledge and skill, you should try to get with it\n  Challenging knowledge only means that ya ignorant\n  With the Sword of Justice, your throat I'm stickin in\n  Gossip and scandal, I don't put my lips in it\n  Grow up, I'm movin like a U-Haul truck\n  You all stuck cuz you all suck, duck duck buck buck buck\n  Forget the cut hops, your luck stops\n  I bring it to your buttocks, with nuff glocks\n\n  (Big Punisher)\n  Yo, my squad is honored it like Elijah Muhammed\n  But I'm God-retarded, ain't no righteousness in this heart of violence\n  Hard as diamond but I'm in the ruff, listen up\n  If you ever see me wit the Feds you can bet it's in the cuffs\n  Ain't no snitchin us, bitchin us\n  Unofficial-ness, everything we are, side you wish you was\n  Official thugs in the drug profession\n  Drug connections, drug addictions\n  Still seein the judge for drug possession\n  The four-D's, all these is more reas\n  To either get big, leave or let live\n  We the best there is TS, ain't nobody else\n  We probably Dove cuz we all way on top of the shelf\n  I'm lockin your wealth wit the master keys, freeze\n  Don't try to breeze, I'ma squeeze and blast the back of your knees\n  Just pass the cheese, please don't test the toaster\n  My tech'll roast ya body faster than Ferrari's Testarosta\n  You're gettin closer to death, Reaper's got a hold on your breath\n  You goin straight to hell as you sell your soul for your flesh\n  You was posin a threat, now you froze in the bed\n  Minute ago, you was poppin shit, holdin ya dick\n  Now what's the problem, you ain't nuttin like you said on your album\n  I thought you was wildin, bustin your guns and runnin the island\n  You was't violent, you was silent tryin to get college credits\n  How pathetic, did it to get out of the collasthetics\n  I'm dianetics combined wit lyrics\n  My matureness is my insurance, kill my appearance, I'm a shinin spirit\n  You gotta fear it, cuz every last gem is poison\n  You gotta cheer it, if you can't win you better join em\n  I'm head-annointin niggas like the Holy Gospel\n  I'm the only voco to walk and smoke you wit fire-blowin nostrils\n  Watch for the toast, when you see it you better draw yours\n  Warlords, callin The Giant, it's all yours\n\n  (A.G.)\n  Now check flacco, siete quato rocks in my music note\n  It don't take a lot for you to go\n  There's a lot that you should know\n  Like I rock the future flow\n  I can't be stopped, refuse to go, and still great, Show\n  Dug in the milk crates, so we label this cream\n  Plus my vocals, now we able to gleam\n  A's-Team used to be local, now we get love from mainstream\n  Rock from Shanghai to Beijing, stay high's the main theme\n  Used to have a crush on Regine when she was Tudy\n  Rappers actin fruity, tryin to black and blue me\n  He must be actin a movie\n  I'm dirty, like double-platinum in a hooptie\n  Now let's double back for these groupies\n  Back up behind the ropes, Show and A come through\n  We the real Killers, y'all Replacements for John Woo\n  This is \"Full Scale\" shit here, the weak disappear\n  They only eat in our off-years, check the CD, it's all there\n  You'll be bustin the speaker, puffin the reefer\n  Can't spit like I spit so you get hype and bust your heater\n  Heard your chick's on my dick, I would love to meet her\n  Hit it, and toss it like it ain't nuttin either\n  And catch you on the rebound like Dennis\n  My sound sells in and out of town\n  This a chemistry and I got it now\n  They wanted Six's for the Range but I got 'em down\n  To twenty and a brick, now I'm out wit this money and shit\n"},{"id":24950010,"name":"Drop It Heavy","trackName":"Drop It Heavy","artistName":"D.I.T.C.","albumName":"D.I.T.C. 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I leave that ass sizzlin\nI'm givin more rhythm than gang rapes in prison\nYou small time, you ain't a pro\nYeah you kick the raw rhymes, but your show and your flow\nThat's all mine\nOh silly me, if I call on my lyric ability\nI'll bring it right, straight to your jaw, free delivery\nGet wit me, now I spit rap\nI represent peace and knowledge, but I will contradict that!\nClick-a-click clap\nYou don't wanna battle me, you wanna scat away\nI battle Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday\nWait, let me check the schedule again, Saturday\nI think you oughta follow your squad, they ran thataway\nThese rappers be played out, spaced out, no format\nNow why would you place your money on that?\nI drop more bars than Sing-Sing, cha-ching!\nReal teachers teach real things\nI brings knowledge and skill, you should try to get with it\nChallenging knowledge only means that ya ignorant\nWith the Sword of Justice, your throat I'm stickin in\nGossip and scandal, I don't put my lips in it\nGrow up, I'm movin like a U-Haul truck\nYou all stuck cuz you all suck, duck duck buck buck buck\nForget the cut hops, your luck stops\nI bring it to your buttocks, with nuff glocks\n\n(Big Punisher)\nYo, my squad is honored it like Elijah Muhammed\nBut I'm God-retarded, ain't no righteousness in this heart of violence\nHard as diamond but I'm in the ruff, listen up\nIf you ever see me wit the Feds you can bet it's in the cuffs\nAin't no snitchin us, bitchin us\nUnofficial-ness, everything we are, side you wish you was\nOfficial thugs in the drug profession\nDrug connections, drug addictions\nStill seein the judge for drug possession\nThe four-D's, all these is more reas\nTo either get big, leave or let live\nWe the best there is TS, ain't nobody else\nWe probably Dove cuz we all way on top of the shelf\nI'm lockin your wealth wit the master keys, freeze\nDon't try to breeze, I'ma squeeze and blast the back of your knees\nJust pass the cheese, please don't test the toaster\nMy tech'll roast ya body faster than Ferrari's Testarosta\nYou're gettin closer to death, Reaper's got a hold on your breath\nYou goin straight to hell as you sell your soul for your flesh\nYou was posin a threat, now you froze in the bed\nMinute ago, you was poppin shit, holdin ya dick\nNow what's the problem, you ain't nuttin like you said on your album\nI thought you was wildin, bustin your guns and runnin the island\nYou was't violent, you was silent tryin to get college credits\nHow pathetic, did it to get out of the collasthetics\nI'm dianetics combined wit lyrics\nMy matureness is my insurance, kill my appearance, I'm a shinin spirit\nYou gotta fear it, cuz every last gem is poison\nYou gotta cheer it, if you can't win you better join em\nI'm head-annointin niggas like the Holy Gospel\nI'm the only voco to walk and smoke you wit fire-blowin nostrils\nWatch for the toast, when you see it you better draw yours\nWarlords, callin The Giant, it's all yours\n\n(A.G.)\nNow check flacco, siete quato rocks in my music note\nIt don't take a lot for you to go\nThere's a lot that you should know\nLike I rock the future flow\nI can't be stopped, refuse to go, and still great, Show\nDug in the milk crates, so we label this cream\nPlus my vocals, now we able to gleam\nA's-Team used to be local, now we get love from mainstream\nRock from Shanghai to Beijing, stay high's the main theme\nUsed to have a crush on Regine when she was Tudy\nRappers actin fruity, tryin to black and blue me\nHe must be actin a movie\nI'm dirty, like double-platinum in a hooptie\nNow let's double back for these groupies\nBack up behind the ropes, Show and A come through\nWe the real Killers, y'all Replacements for John Woo\nThis is \"Full Scale\" shit here, the weak disappear\nThey only eat in our off-years, check the CD, it's all there\nYou'll be bustin the speaker, puffin the reefer\nCan't spit like I spit so you get hype and bust your heater\nHeard your chick's on my dick, I would love to meet her\nHit it, and toss it like it ain't nuttin either\nAnd catch you on the rebound like Dennis\nMy sound sells in and out of town\nThis a chemistry and I got it now\nThey wanted Six's for the Range but I got 'em down\nTo twenty and a brick, now I'm out wit this money and shit","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Drop It Heavy\n  artist: D.I.T.C.\n  album: D.I.T.C. 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I leave that ass sizzlin\n  I'm givin more rhythm than gang rapes in prison\n  You small time, you ain't a pro\n  Yeah you kick the raw rhymes, but your show and your flow\n  That's all mine\n  Oh silly me, if I call on my lyric ability\n  I'll bring it right, straight to your jaw, free delivery\n  Get wit me, now I spit rap\n  I represent peace and knowledge, but I will contradict that!\n  Click-a-click clap\n  You don't wanna battle me, you wanna scat away\n  I battle Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday\n  Wait, let me check the schedule again, Saturday\n  I think you oughta follow your squad, they ran thataway\n  These rappers be played out, spaced out, no format\n  Now why would you place your money on that?\n  I drop more bars than Sing-Sing, cha-ching!\n  Real teachers teach real things\n  I brings knowledge and skill, you should try to get with it\n  Challenging knowledge only means that ya ignorant\n  With the Sword of Justice, your throat I'm stickin in\n  Gossip and scandal, I don't put my lips in it\n  Grow up, I'm movin like a U-Haul truck\n  You all stuck cuz you all suck, duck duck buck buck buck\n  Forget the cut hops, your luck stops\n  I bring it to your buttocks, with nuff glocks\n\n  (Big Punisher)\n  Yo, my squad is honored it like Elijah Muhammed\n  But I'm God-retarded, ain't no righteousness in this heart of violence\n  Hard as diamond but I'm in the ruff, listen up\n  If you ever see me wit the Feds you can bet it's in the cuffs\n  Ain't no snitchin us, bitchin us\n  Unofficial-ness, everything we are, side you wish you was\n  Official thugs in the drug profession\n  Drug connections, drug addictions\n  Still seein the judge for drug possession\n  The four-D's, all these is more reas\n  To either get big, leave or let live\n  We the best there is TS, ain't nobody else\n  We probably Dove cuz we all way on top of the shelf\n  I'm lockin your wealth wit the master keys, freeze\n  Don't try to breeze, I'ma squeeze and blast the back of your knees\n  Just pass the cheese, please don't test the toaster\n  My tech'll roast ya body faster than Ferrari's Testarosta\n  You're gettin closer to death, Reaper's got a hold on your breath\n  You goin straight to hell as you sell your soul for your flesh\n  You was posin a threat, now you froze in the bed\n  Minute ago, you was poppin shit, holdin ya dick\n  Now what's the problem, you ain't nuttin like you said on your album\n  I thought you was wildin, bustin your guns and runnin the island\n  You was't violent, you was silent tryin to get college credits\n  How pathetic, did it to get out of the collasthetics\n  I'm dianetics combined wit lyrics\n  My matureness is my insurance, kill my appearance, I'm a shinin spirit\n  You gotta fear it, cuz every last gem is poison\n  You gotta cheer it, if you can't win you better join em\n  I'm head-annointin niggas like the Holy Gospel\n  I'm the only voco to walk and smoke you wit fire-blowin nostrils\n  Watch for the toast, when you see it you better draw yours\n  Warlords, callin The Giant, it's all yours\n\n  (A.G.)\n  Now check flacco, siete quato rocks in my music note\n  It don't take a lot for you to go\n  There's a lot that you should know\n  Like I rock the future flow\n  I can't be stopped, refuse to go, and still great, Show\n  Dug in the milk crates, so we label this cream\n  Plus my vocals, now we able to gleam\n  A's-Team used to be local, now we get love from mainstream\n  Rock from Shanghai to Beijing, stay high's the main theme\n  Used to have a crush on Regine when she was Tudy\n  Rappers actin fruity, tryin to black and blue me\n  He must be actin a movie\n  I'm dirty, like double-platinum in a hooptie\n  Now let's double back for these groupies\n  Back up behind the ropes, Show and A come through\n  We the real Killers, y'all Replacements for John Woo\n  This is \"Full Scale\" shit here, the weak disappear\n  They only eat in our off-years, check the CD, it's all there\n  You'll be bustin the speaker, puffin the reefer\n  Can't spit like I spit so you get hype and bust your heater\n  Heard your chick's on my dick, I would love to meet her\n  Hit it, and toss it like it ain't nuttin either\n  And catch you on the rebound like Dennis\n  My sound sells in and out of town\n  This a chemistry and I got it now\n  They wanted Six's for the Range but I got 'em down\n  To twenty and a brick, now I'm out wit this money and shit\n"},{"id":12471712,"name":"Drop It Heavy","trackName":"Drop It Heavy","artistName":"D.I.T.C., KRS-One, Big Pun","albumName":"D.I.T.C.","duration":240.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"That's right, on any beat we sale\nDon't put your money on bail, put it on Full Scale\nHa ha, never fail, KRS\n\nI'd rather have a hundred-thousand true heads by me\nThan one million of your fake fanatics behind me\nI keep it grimy, chase me, you will never find me\nI take you out in two or three minutes, you can time me\nYou the dopest MC? I leave that ass sizzlin\nI'm givin more rhythm than gang rapes in prison\nYou small time, you ain't a pro\nYeah you kick the raw rhymes, but your show and your flow\nThat's all mine\nOh silly me, if I call on my lyric ability\nI'll bring it right, straight to your jaw, free delivery\nGet wit me, now I spit rap\nI represent peace and knowledge, but I will contradict that!\nClick-a-click clap\nYou don't wanna battle me, you wanna scat away\nI battle Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday\nWait, let me check the schedule again, Saturday\nI think you oughta follow your squad, they ran thataway\nThese rappers be played out, spaced out, no format\nNow why would you place your money on that?\nI drop more bars than Sing-Sing, cha-ching!\nReal teachers teach real things\nI brings knowledge and skill, you should try to get with it\nChallenging knowledge only means that ya ignorant\nWith the Sword of Justice, your throat I'm stickin in\nGossip and scandal, I don't put my lips in it\nGrow up, I'm movin like a U-Haul truck\nYou all stuck cuz you all suck, duck duck buck buck buck\nForget the cut hops, your luck stops\nI bring it to your buttocks, with nuff glocks\n\n(Big Punisher)\nYo, my squad is honored it like Elijah Muhammed\nBut I'm God-retarded, ain't no righteousness in this heart of violence\nHard as diamond but I'm in the ruff, listen up\nIf you ever see me wit the Feds you can bet it's in the cuffs\nAin't no snitchin us, bitchin us\nUnofficial-ness, everything we are, side you wish you was\nOfficial thugs in the drug profession\nDrug connections, drug addictions\nStill seein the judge for drug possession\nThe four-D's, all these is more reas\nTo either get big, leave or let live\nWe the best there is TS, ain't nobody else\nWe probably Dove cuz we all way on top of the shelf\nI'm lockin your wealth wit the master keys, freeze\nDon't try to breeze, I'ma squeeze and blast the back of your knees\nJust pass the cheese, please don't test the toaster\nMy tech'll roast ya body faster than Ferrari's Testarosta\nYou're gettin closer to death, Reaper's got a hold on your breath\nYou goin straight to hell as you sell your soul for your flesh\nYou was posin a threat, now you froze in the bed\nMinute ago, you was poppin shit, holdin ya dick\nNow what's the problem, you ain't nuttin like you said on your album\nI thought you was wildin, bustin your guns and runnin the island\nYou was't violent, you was silent tryin to get college credits\nHow pathetic, did it to get out of the collasthetics\nI'm dianetics combined wit lyrics\nMy matureness is my insurance, kill my appearance, I'm a shinin spirit\nYou gotta fear it, cuz every last gem is poison\nYou gotta cheer it, if you can't win you better join em\nI'm head-annointin niggas like the Holy Gospel\nI'm the only voco to walk and smoke you wit fire-blowin nostrils\nWatch for the toast, when you see it you better draw yours\nWarlords, callin The Giant, it's all yours\n\n(A.G.)\nNow check flacco, siete quato rocks in my music note\nIt don't take a lot for you to go\nThere's a lot that you should know\nLike I rock the future flow\nI can't be stopped, refuse to go, and still great, Show\nDug in the milk crates, so we label this cream\nPlus my vocals, now we able to gleam\nA's-Team used to be local, now we get love from mainstream\nRock from Shanghai to Beijing, stay high's the main theme\nUsed to have a crush on Regine when she was Tudy\nRappers actin fruity, tryin to black and blue me\nHe must be actin a movie\nI'm dirty, like double-platinum in a hooptie\nNow let's double back for these groupies\nBack up behind the ropes, Show and A come through\nWe the real Killers, y'all Replacements for John Woo\nThis is \"Full Scale\" shit here, the weak disappear\nThey only eat in our off-years, check the CD, it's all there\nYou'll be bustin the speaker, puffin the reefer\nCan't spit like I spit so you get hype and bust your heater\nHeard your chick's on my dick, I would love to meet her\nHit it, and toss it like it ain't nuttin either\nAnd catch you on the rebound like Dennis\nMy sound sells in and out of town\nThis a chemistry and I got it now\nThey wanted Six's for the Range but I got 'em down\nTo twenty and a brick, now I'm out wit this money and shit","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Drop It Heavy\n  artist: D.I.T.C., KRS-One, Big Pun\n  album: D.I.T.C.\n  duration_ms: 240000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  That's right, on any beat we sale\n  Don't put your money on bail, put it on Full Scale\n  Ha ha, never fail, KRS\n\n  I'd rather have a hundred-thousand true heads by me\n  Than one million of your fake fanatics behind me\n  I keep it grimy, chase me, you will never find me\n  I take you out in two or three minutes, you can time me\n  You the dopest MC? I leave that ass sizzlin\n  I'm givin more rhythm than gang rapes in prison\n  You small time, you ain't a pro\n  Yeah you kick the raw rhymes, but your show and your flow\n  That's all mine\n  Oh silly me, if I call on my lyric ability\n  I'll bring it right, straight to your jaw, free delivery\n  Get wit me, now I spit rap\n  I represent peace and knowledge, but I will contradict that!\n  Click-a-click clap\n  You don't wanna battle me, you wanna scat away\n  I battle Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday\n  Wait, let me check the schedule again, Saturday\n  I think you oughta follow your squad, they ran thataway\n  These rappers be played out, spaced out, no format\n  Now why would you place your money on that?\n  I drop more bars than Sing-Sing, cha-ching!\n  Real teachers teach real things\n  I brings knowledge and skill, you should try to get with it\n  Challenging knowledge only means that ya ignorant\n  With the Sword of Justice, your throat I'm stickin in\n  Gossip and scandal, I don't put my lips in it\n  Grow up, I'm movin like a U-Haul truck\n  You all stuck cuz you all suck, duck duck buck buck buck\n  Forget the cut hops, your luck stops\n  I bring it to your buttocks, with nuff glocks\n\n  (Big Punisher)\n  Yo, my squad is honored it like Elijah Muhammed\n  But I'm God-retarded, ain't no righteousness in this heart of violence\n  Hard as diamond but I'm in the ruff, listen up\n  If you ever see me wit the Feds you can bet it's in the cuffs\n  Ain't no snitchin us, bitchin us\n  Unofficial-ness, everything we are, side you wish you was\n  Official thugs in the drug profession\n  Drug connections, drug addictions\n  Still seein the judge for drug possession\n  The four-D's, all these is more reas\n  To either get big, leave or let live\n  We the best there is TS, ain't nobody else\n  We probably Dove cuz we all way on top of the shelf\n  I'm lockin your wealth wit the master keys, freeze\n  Don't try to breeze, I'ma squeeze and blast the back of your knees\n  Just pass the cheese, please don't test the toaster\n  My tech'll roast ya body faster than Ferrari's Testarosta\n  You're gettin closer to death, Reaper's got a hold on your breath\n  You goin straight to hell as you sell your soul for your flesh\n  You was posin a threat, now you froze in the bed\n  Minute ago, you was poppin shit, holdin ya dick\n  Now what's the problem, you ain't nuttin like you said on your album\n  I thought you was wildin, bustin your guns and runnin the island\n  You was't violent, you was silent tryin to get college credits\n  How pathetic, did it to get out of the collasthetics\n  I'm dianetics combined wit lyrics\n  My matureness is my insurance, kill my appearance, I'm a shinin spirit\n  You gotta fear it, cuz every last gem is poison\n  You gotta cheer it, if you can't win you better join em\n  I'm head-annointin niggas like the Holy Gospel\n  I'm the only voco to walk and smoke you wit fire-blowin nostrils\n  Watch for the toast, when you see it you better draw yours\n  Warlords, callin The Giant, it's all yours\n\n  (A.G.)\n  Now check flacco, siete quato rocks in my music note\n  It don't take a lot for you to go\n  There's a lot that you should know\n  Like I rock the future flow\n  I can't be stopped, refuse to go, and still great, Show\n  Dug in the milk crates, so we label this cream\n  Plus my vocals, now we able to gleam\n  A's-Team used to be local, now we get love from mainstream\n  Rock from Shanghai to Beijing, stay high's the main theme\n  Used to have a crush on Regine when she was Tudy\n  Rappers actin fruity, tryin to black and blue me\n  He must be actin a movie\n  I'm dirty, like double-platinum in a hooptie\n  Now let's double back for these groupies\n  Back up behind the ropes, Show and A come through\n  We the real Killers, y'all Replacements for John Woo\n  This is \"Full Scale\" shit here, the weak disappear\n  They only eat in our off-years, check the CD, it's all there\n  You'll be bustin the speaker, puffin the reefer\n  Can't spit like I spit so you get hype and bust your heater\n  Heard your chick's on my dick, I would love to meet her\n  Hit it, and toss it like it ain't nuttin either\n  And catch you on the rebound like Dennis\n  My sound sells in and out of town\n  This a chemistry and I got it now\n  They wanted Six's for the Range but I got 'em down\n  To twenty and a brick, now I'm out wit this money and shit\n"},{"id":20705653,"name":"Drop It Heavy (feat. 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I leave that ass sizzlin\nI'm givin more rhythm than gang rapes in prison\nYou small time, you ain't a pro\nYeah you kick the raw rhymes, but your show and your flow\nThat's all mine\nOh silly me, if I call on my lyric ability\nI'll bring it right, straight to your jaw, free delivery\nGet wit me, now I spit rap\nI represent peace and knowledge, but I will contradict that!\nClick-a-click clap\nYou don't wanna battle me, you wanna scat away\nI battle Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday\nWait, let me check the schedule again, Saturday\nI think you oughta follow your squad, they ran thataway\nThese rappers be played out, spaced out, no format\nNow why would you place your money on that?\nI drop more bars than Sing-Sing, cha-ching!\nReal teachers teach real things\nI brings knowledge and skill, you should try to get with it\nChallenging knowledge only means that ya ignorant\nWith the Sword of Justice, your throat I'm stickin in\nGossip and scandal, I don't put my lips in it\nGrow up, I'm movin like a U-Haul truck\nYou all stuck cuz you all suck, duck duck buck buck buck\nForget the cut hops, your luck stops\nI bring it to your buttocks, with nuff glocks\n\n(Big Punisher)\nYo, my squad is honored it like Elijah Muhammed\nBut I'm God-retarded, ain't no righteousness in this heart of violence\nHard as diamond but I'm in the ruff, listen up\nIf you ever see me wit the Feds you can bet it's in the cuffs\nAin't no snitchin us, bitchin us\nUnofficial-ness, everything we are, side you wish you was\nOfficial thugs in the drug profession\nDrug connections, drug addictions\nStill seein the judge for drug possession\nThe four-D's, all these is more reas\nTo either get big, leave or let live\nWe the best there is TS, ain't nobody else\nWe probably Dove cuz we all way on top of the shelf\nI'm lockin your wealth wit the master keys, freeze\nDon't try to breeze, I'ma squeeze and blast the back of your knees\nJust pass the cheese, please don't test the toaster\nMy tech'll roast ya body faster than Ferrari's Testarosta\nYou're gettin closer to death, Reaper's got a hold on your breath\nYou goin straight to hell as you sell your soul for your flesh\nYou was posin a threat, now you froze in the bed\nMinute ago, you was poppin shit, holdin ya dick\nNow what's the problem, you ain't nuttin like you said on your album\nI thought you was wildin, bustin your guns and runnin the island\nYou was't violent, you was silent tryin to get college credits\nHow pathetic, did it to get out of the collasthetics\nI'm dianetics combined wit lyrics\nMy matureness is my insurance, kill my appearance, I'm a shinin spirit\nYou gotta fear it, cuz every last gem is poison\nYou gotta cheer it, if you can't win you better join em\nI'm head-annointin niggas like the Holy Gospel\nI'm the only voco to walk and smoke you wit fire-blowin nostrils\nWatch for the toast, when you see it you better draw yours\nWarlords, callin The Giant, it's all yours\n\n(A.G.)\nNow check flacco, siete quato rocks in my music note\nIt don't take a lot for you to go\nThere's a lot that you should know\nLike I rock the future flow\nI can't be stopped, refuse to go, and still great, Show\nDug in the milk crates, so we label this cream\nPlus my vocals, now we able to gleam\nA's-Team used to be local, now we get love from mainstream\nRock from Shanghai to Beijing, stay high's the main theme\nUsed to have a crush on Regine when she was Tudy\nRappers actin fruity, tryin to black and blue me\nHe must be actin a movie\nI'm dirty, like double-platinum in a hooptie\nNow let's double back for these groupies\nBack up behind the ropes, Show and A come through\nWe the real Killers, y'all Replacements for John Woo\nThis is \"Full Scale\" shit here, the weak disappear\nThey only eat in our off-years, check the CD, it's all there\nYou'll be bustin the speaker, puffin the reefer\nCan't spit like I spit so you get hype and bust your heater\nHeard your chick's on my dick, I would love to meet her\nHit it, and toss it like it ain't nuttin either\nAnd catch you on the rebound like Dennis\nMy sound sells in and out of town\nThis a chemistry and I got it now\nThey wanted Six's for the Range but I got 'em down\nTo twenty and a brick, now I'm out wit this money and shit","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Drop It Heavy (feat. 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I leave that ass sizzlin\n  I'm givin more rhythm than gang rapes in prison\n  You small time, you ain't a pro\n  Yeah you kick the raw rhymes, but your show and your flow\n  That's all mine\n  Oh silly me, if I call on my lyric ability\n  I'll bring it right, straight to your jaw, free delivery\n  Get wit me, now I spit rap\n  I represent peace and knowledge, but I will contradict that!\n  Click-a-click clap\n  You don't wanna battle me, you wanna scat away\n  I battle Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday\n  Wait, let me check the schedule again, Saturday\n  I think you oughta follow your squad, they ran thataway\n  These rappers be played out, spaced out, no format\n  Now why would you place your money on that?\n  I drop more bars than Sing-Sing, cha-ching!\n  Real teachers teach real things\n  I brings knowledge and skill, you should try to get with it\n  Challenging knowledge only means that ya ignorant\n  With the Sword of Justice, your throat I'm stickin in\n  Gossip and scandal, I don't put my lips in it\n  Grow up, I'm movin like a U-Haul truck\n  You all stuck cuz you all suck, duck duck buck buck buck\n  Forget the cut hops, your luck stops\n  I bring it to your buttocks, with nuff glocks\n\n  (Big Punisher)\n  Yo, my squad is honored it like Elijah Muhammed\n  But I'm God-retarded, ain't no righteousness in this heart of violence\n  Hard as diamond but I'm in the ruff, listen up\n  If you ever see me wit the Feds you can bet it's in the cuffs\n  Ain't no snitchin us, bitchin us\n  Unofficial-ness, everything we are, side you wish you was\n  Official thugs in the drug profession\n  Drug connections, drug addictions\n  Still seein the judge for drug possession\n  The four-D's, all these is more reas\n  To either get big, leave or let live\n  We the best there is TS, ain't nobody else\n  We probably Dove cuz we all way on top of the shelf\n  I'm lockin your wealth wit the master keys, freeze\n  Don't try to breeze, I'ma squeeze and blast the back of your knees\n  Just pass the cheese, please don't test the toaster\n  My tech'll roast ya body faster than Ferrari's Testarosta\n  You're gettin closer to death, Reaper's got a hold on your breath\n  You goin straight to hell as you sell your soul for your flesh\n  You was posin a threat, now you froze in the bed\n  Minute ago, you was poppin shit, holdin ya dick\n  Now what's the problem, you ain't nuttin like you said on your album\n  I thought you was wildin, bustin your guns and runnin the island\n  You was't violent, you was silent tryin to get college credits\n  How pathetic, did it to get out of the collasthetics\n  I'm dianetics combined wit lyrics\n  My matureness is my insurance, kill my appearance, I'm a shinin spirit\n  You gotta fear it, cuz every last gem is poison\n  You gotta cheer it, if you can't win you better join em\n  I'm head-annointin niggas like the Holy Gospel\n  I'm the only voco to walk and smoke you wit fire-blowin nostrils\n  Watch for the toast, when you see it you better draw yours\n  Warlords, callin The Giant, it's all yours\n\n  (A.G.)\n  Now check flacco, siete quato rocks in my music note\n  It don't take a lot for you to go\n  There's a lot that you should know\n  Like I rock the future flow\n  I can't be stopped, refuse to go, and still great, Show\n  Dug in the milk crates, so we label this cream\n  Plus my vocals, now we able to gleam\n  A's-Team used to be local, now we get love from mainstream\n  Rock from Shanghai to Beijing, stay high's the main theme\n  Used to have a crush on Regine when she was Tudy\n  Rappers actin fruity, tryin to black and blue me\n  He must be actin a movie\n  I'm dirty, like double-platinum in a hooptie\n  Now let's double back for these groupies\n  Back up behind the ropes, Show and A come through\n  We the real Killers, y'all Replacements for John Woo\n  This is \"Full Scale\" shit here, the weak disappear\n  They only eat in our off-years, check the CD, it's all there\n  You'll be bustin the speaker, puffin the reefer\n  Can't spit like I spit so you get hype and bust your heater\n  Heard your chick's on my dick, I would love to meet her\n  Hit it, and toss it like it ain't nuttin either\n  And catch you on the rebound like Dennis\n  My sound sells in and out of town\n  This a chemistry and I got it now\n  They wanted Six's for the Range but I got 'em down\n  To twenty and a brick, now I'm out wit this money and shit\n"},{"id":2577039,"name":"Drop It Heavy","trackName":"Drop It Heavy","artistName":"D.I.T.C. feat. 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I leave that ass sizzlin\nI'm givin more rhythm than gang rapes in prison\nYou small time, you ain't a pro\nYeah you kick the raw rhymes, but your show and your flow\nThat's all mine\nOh silly me, if I call on my lyric ability\nI'll bring it right, straight to your jaw, free delivery\nGet wit me, now I spit rap\nI represent peace and knowledge, but I will contradict that!\nClick-a-click clap\nYou don't wanna battle me, you wanna scat away\nI battle Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday\nWait, let me check the schedule again, Saturday\nI think you oughta follow your squad, they ran thataway\nThese rappers be played out, spaced out, no format\nNow why would you place your money on that?\nI drop more bars than Sing-Sing, cha-ching!\nReal teachers teach real things\nI brings knowledge and skill, you should try to get with it\nChallenging knowledge only means that ya ignorant\nWith the Sword of Justice, your throat I'm stickin in\nGossip and scandal, I don't put my lips in it\nGrow up, I'm movin like a U-Haul truck\nYou all stuck cuz you all suck, duck duck buck buck buck\nForget the cut hops, your luck stops\nI bring it to your buttocks, with nuff glocks\n\n(Big Punisher)\nYo, my squad is honored it like Elijah Muhammed\nBut I'm God-retarded, ain't no righteousness in this heart of violence\nHard as diamond but I'm in the ruff, listen up\nIf you ever see me wit the Feds you can bet it's in the cuffs\nAin't no snitchin us, bitchin us\nUnofficial-ness, everything we are, side you wish you was\nOfficial thugs in the drug profession\nDrug connections, drug addictions\nStill seein the judge for drug possession\nThe four-D's, all these is more reas\nTo either get big, leave or let live\nWe the best there is TS, ain't nobody else\nWe probably Dove cuz we all way on top of the shelf\nI'm lockin your wealth wit the master keys, freeze\nDon't try to breeze, I'ma squeeze and blast the back of your knees\nJust pass the cheese, please don't test the toaster\nMy tech'll roast ya body faster than Ferrari's Testarosta\nYou're gettin closer to death, Reaper's got a hold on your breath\nYou goin straight to hell as you sell your soul for your flesh\nYou was posin a threat, now you froze in the bed\nMinute ago, you was poppin shit, holdin ya dick\nNow what's the problem, you ain't nuttin like you said on your album\nI thought you was wildin, bustin your guns and runnin the island\nYou was't violent, you was silent tryin to get college credits\nHow pathetic, did it to get out of the collasthetics\nI'm dianetics combined wit lyrics\nMy matureness is my insurance, kill my appearance, I'm a shinin spirit\nYou gotta fear it, cuz every last gem is poison\nYou gotta cheer it, if you can't win you better join em\nI'm head-annointin niggas like the Holy Gospel\nI'm the only voco to walk and smoke you wit fire-blowin nostrils\nWatch for the toast, when you see it you better draw yours\nWarlords, callin The Giant, it's all yours\n\n(A.G.)\nNow check flacco, siete quato rocks in my music note\nIt don't take a lot for you to go\nThere's a lot that you should know\nLike I rock the future flow\nI can't be stopped, refuse to go, and still great, Show\nDug in the milk crates, so we label this cream\nPlus my vocals, now we able to gleam\nA's-Team used to be local, now we get love from mainstream\nRock from Shanghai to Beijing, stay high's the main theme\nUsed to have a crush on Regine when she was Tudy\nRappers actin fruity, tryin to black and blue me\nHe must be actin a movie\nI'm dirty, like double-platinum in a hooptie\nNow let's double back for these groupies\nBack up behind the ropes, Show and A come through\nWe the real Killers, y'all Replacements for John Woo\nThis is \"Full Scale\" shit here, the weak disappear\nThey only eat in our off-years, check the CD, it's all there\nYou'll be bustin the speaker, puffin the reefer\nCan't spit like I spit so you get hype and bust your heater\nHeard your chick's on my dick, I would love to meet her\nHit it, and toss it like it ain't nuttin either\nAnd catch you on the rebound like Dennis\nMy sound sells in and out of town\nThis a chemistry and I got it now\nThey wanted Six's for the Range but I got 'em down\nTo twenty and a brick, now I'm out wit this money and shit","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Drop It Heavy\n  artist: D.I.T.C. feat. 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I leave that ass sizzlin\n  I'm givin more rhythm than gang rapes in prison\n  You small time, you ain't a pro\n  Yeah you kick the raw rhymes, but your show and your flow\n  That's all mine\n  Oh silly me, if I call on my lyric ability\n  I'll bring it right, straight to your jaw, free delivery\n  Get wit me, now I spit rap\n  I represent peace and knowledge, but I will contradict that!\n  Click-a-click clap\n  You don't wanna battle me, you wanna scat away\n  I battle Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday\n  Wait, let me check the schedule again, Saturday\n  I think you oughta follow your squad, they ran thataway\n  These rappers be played out, spaced out, no format\n  Now why would you place your money on that?\n  I drop more bars than Sing-Sing, cha-ching!\n  Real teachers teach real things\n  I brings knowledge and skill, you should try to get with it\n  Challenging knowledge only means that ya ignorant\n  With the Sword of Justice, your throat I'm stickin in\n  Gossip and scandal, I don't put my lips in it\n  Grow up, I'm movin like a U-Haul truck\n  You all stuck cuz you all suck, duck duck buck buck buck\n  Forget the cut hops, your luck stops\n  I bring it to your buttocks, with nuff glocks\n\n  (Big Punisher)\n  Yo, my squad is honored it like Elijah Muhammed\n  But I'm God-retarded, ain't no righteousness in this heart of violence\n  Hard as diamond but I'm in the ruff, listen up\n  If you ever see me wit the Feds you can bet it's in the cuffs\n  Ain't no snitchin us, bitchin us\n  Unofficial-ness, everything we are, side you wish you was\n  Official thugs in the drug profession\n  Drug connections, drug addictions\n  Still seein the judge for drug possession\n  The four-D's, all these is more reas\n  To either get big, leave or let live\n  We the best there is TS, ain't nobody else\n  We probably Dove cuz we all way on top of the shelf\n  I'm lockin your wealth wit the master keys, freeze\n  Don't try to breeze, I'ma squeeze and blast the back of your knees\n  Just pass the cheese, please don't test the toaster\n  My tech'll roast ya body faster than Ferrari's Testarosta\n  You're gettin closer to death, Reaper's got a hold on your breath\n  You goin straight to hell as you sell your soul for your flesh\n  You was posin a threat, now you froze in the bed\n  Minute ago, you was poppin shit, holdin ya dick\n  Now what's the problem, you ain't nuttin like you said on your album\n  I thought you was wildin, bustin your guns and runnin the island\n  You was't violent, you was silent tryin to get college credits\n  How pathetic, did it to get out of the collasthetics\n  I'm dianetics combined wit lyrics\n  My matureness is my insurance, kill my appearance, I'm a shinin spirit\n  You gotta fear it, cuz every last gem is poison\n  You gotta cheer it, if you can't win you better join em\n  I'm head-annointin niggas like the Holy Gospel\n  I'm the only voco to walk and smoke you wit fire-blowin nostrils\n  Watch for the toast, when you see it you better draw yours\n  Warlords, callin The Giant, it's all yours\n\n  (A.G.)\n  Now check flacco, siete quato rocks in my music note\n  It don't take a lot for you to go\n  There's a lot that you should know\n  Like I rock the future flow\n  I can't be stopped, refuse to go, and still great, Show\n  Dug in the milk crates, so we label this cream\n  Plus my vocals, now we able to gleam\n  A's-Team used to be local, now we get love from mainstream\n  Rock from Shanghai to Beijing, stay high's the main theme\n  Used to have a crush on Regine when she was Tudy\n  Rappers actin fruity, tryin to black and blue me\n  He must be actin a movie\n  I'm dirty, like double-platinum in a hooptie\n  Now let's double back for these groupies\n  Back up behind the ropes, Show and A come through\n  We the real Killers, y'all Replacements for John Woo\n  This is \"Full Scale\" shit here, the weak disappear\n  They only eat in our off-years, check the CD, it's all there\n  You'll be bustin the speaker, puffin the reefer\n  Can't spit like I spit so you get hype and bust your heater\n  Heard your chick's on my dick, I would love to meet her\n  Hit it, and toss it like it ain't nuttin either\n  And catch you on the rebound like Dennis\n  My sound sells in and out of town\n  This a chemistry and I got it now\n  They wanted Six's for the Range but I got 'em down\n  To twenty and a brick, now I'm out wit this money and shit\n"},{"id":13419110,"name":"Drop It Heavy","trackName":"Drop It Heavy","artistName":"D.I.T.C. / A.G. / Big Pun / KRS-One","albumName":"D.I.T.C.","duration":240.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"That's right, on any beat we sale\nDon't put your money on bail, put it on Full Scale\nHa ha, never fail, KRS\n\nI'd rather have a hundred-thousand true heads by me\nThan one million of your fake fanatics behind me\nI keep it grimy, chase me, you will never find me\nI take you out in two or three minutes, you can time me\nYou the dopest MC? I leave that ass sizzlin\nI'm givin more rhythm than gang rapes in prison\nYou small time, you ain't a pro\nYeah you kick the raw rhymes, but your show and your flow\nThat's all mine\nOh silly me, if I call on my lyric ability\nI'll bring it right, straight to your jaw, free delivery\nGet wit me, now I spit rap\nI represent peace and knowledge, but I will contradict that!\nClick-a-click clap\nYou don't wanna battle me, you wanna scat away\nI battle Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday\nWait, let me check the schedule again, Saturday\nI think you oughta follow your squad, they ran thataway\nThese rappers be played out, spaced out, no format\nNow why would you place your money on that?\nI drop more bars than Sing-Sing, cha-ching!\nReal teachers teach real things\nI brings knowledge and skill, you should try to get with it\nChallenging knowledge only means that ya ignorant\nWith the Sword of Justice, your throat I'm stickin in\nGossip and scandal, I don't put my lips in it\nGrow up, I'm movin like a U-Haul truck\nYou all stuck cuz you all suck, duck duck buck buck buck\nForget the cut hops, your luck stops\nI bring it to your buttocks, with nuff glocks\n\n(Big Punisher)\nYo, my squad is honored it like Elijah Muhammed\nBut I'm God-retarded, ain't no righteousness in this heart of violence\nHard as diamond but I'm in the ruff, listen up\nIf you ever see me wit the Feds you can bet it's in the cuffs\nAin't no snitchin us, bitchin us\nUnofficial-ness, everything we are, side you wish you was\nOfficial thugs in the drug profession\nDrug connections, drug addictions\nStill seein the judge for drug possession\nThe four-D's, all these is more reas\nTo either get big, leave or let live\nWe the best there is TS, ain't nobody else\nWe probably Dove cuz we all way on top of the shelf\nI'm lockin your wealth wit the master keys, freeze\nDon't try to breeze, I'ma squeeze and blast the back of your knees\nJust pass the cheese, please don't test the toaster\nMy tech'll roast ya body faster than Ferrari's Testarosta\nYou're gettin closer to death, Reaper's got a hold on your breath\nYou goin straight to hell as you sell your soul for your flesh\nYou was posin a threat, now you froze in the bed\nMinute ago, you was poppin shit, holdin ya dick\nNow what's the problem, you ain't nuttin like you said on your album\nI thought you was wildin, bustin your guns and runnin the island\nYou was't violent, you was silent tryin to get college credits\nHow pathetic, did it to get out of the collasthetics\nI'm dianetics combined wit lyrics\nMy matureness is my insurance, kill my appearance, I'm a shinin spirit\nYou gotta fear it, cuz every last gem is poison\nYou gotta cheer it, if you can't win you better join em\nI'm head-annointin niggas like the Holy Gospel\nI'm the only voco to walk and smoke you wit fire-blowin nostrils\nWatch for the toast, when you see it you better draw yours\nWarlords, callin The Giant, it's all yours\n\n(A.G.)\nNow check flacco, siete quato rocks in my music note\nIt don't take a lot for you to go\nThere's a lot that you should know\nLike I rock the future flow\nI can't be stopped, refuse to go, and still great, Show\nDug in the milk crates, so we label this cream\nPlus my vocals, now we able to gleam\nA's-Team used to be local, now we get love from mainstream\nRock from Shanghai to Beijing, stay high's the main theme\nUsed to have a crush on Regine when she was Tudy\nRappers actin fruity, tryin to black and blue me\nHe must be actin a movie\nI'm dirty, like double-platinum in a hooptie\nNow let's double back for these groupies\nBack up behind the ropes, Show and A come through\nWe the real Killers, y'all Replacements for John Woo\nThis is \"Full Scale\" shit here, the weak disappear\nThey only eat in our off-years, check the CD, it's all there\nYou'll be bustin the speaker, puffin the reefer\nCan't spit like I spit so you get hype and bust your heater\nHeard your chick's on my dick, I would love to meet her\nHit it, and toss it like it ain't nuttin either\nAnd catch you on the rebound like Dennis\nMy sound sells in and out of town\nThis a chemistry and I got it now\nThey wanted Six's for the Range but I got 'em down\nTo twenty and a brick, now I'm out wit this money and shit","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Drop It Heavy\n  artist: D.I.T.C. / A.G. / Big Pun / KRS-One\n  album: D.I.T.C.\n  duration_ms: 240000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  That's right, on any beat we sale\n  Don't put your money on bail, put it on Full Scale\n  Ha ha, never fail, KRS\n\n  I'd rather have a hundred-thousand true heads by me\n  Than one million of your fake fanatics behind me\n  I keep it grimy, chase me, you will never find me\n  I take you out in two or three minutes, you can time me\n  You the dopest MC? I leave that ass sizzlin\n  I'm givin more rhythm than gang rapes in prison\n  You small time, you ain't a pro\n  Yeah you kick the raw rhymes, but your show and your flow\n  That's all mine\n  Oh silly me, if I call on my lyric ability\n  I'll bring it right, straight to your jaw, free delivery\n  Get wit me, now I spit rap\n  I represent peace and knowledge, but I will contradict that!\n  Click-a-click clap\n  You don't wanna battle me, you wanna scat away\n  I battle Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday\n  Wait, let me check the schedule again, Saturday\n  I think you oughta follow your squad, they ran thataway\n  These rappers be played out, spaced out, no format\n  Now why would you place your money on that?\n  I drop more bars than Sing-Sing, cha-ching!\n  Real teachers teach real things\n  I brings knowledge and skill, you should try to get with it\n  Challenging knowledge only means that ya ignorant\n  With the Sword of Justice, your throat I'm stickin in\n  Gossip and scandal, I don't put my lips in it\n  Grow up, I'm movin like a U-Haul truck\n  You all stuck cuz you all suck, duck duck buck buck buck\n  Forget the cut hops, your luck stops\n  I bring it to your buttocks, with nuff glocks\n\n  (Big Punisher)\n  Yo, my squad is honored it like Elijah Muhammed\n  But I'm God-retarded, ain't no righteousness in this heart of violence\n  Hard as diamond but I'm in the ruff, listen up\n  If you ever see me wit the Feds you can bet it's in the cuffs\n  Ain't no snitchin us, bitchin us\n  Unofficial-ness, everything we are, side you wish you was\n  Official thugs in the drug profession\n  Drug connections, drug addictions\n  Still seein the judge for drug possession\n  The four-D's, all these is more reas\n  To either get big, leave or let live\n  We the best there is TS, ain't nobody else\n  We probably Dove cuz we all way on top of the shelf\n  I'm lockin your wealth wit the master keys, freeze\n  Don't try to breeze, I'ma squeeze and blast the back of your knees\n  Just pass the cheese, please don't test the toaster\n  My tech'll roast ya body faster than Ferrari's Testarosta\n  You're gettin closer to death, Reaper's got a hold on your breath\n  You goin straight to hell as you sell your soul for your flesh\n  You was posin a threat, now you froze in the bed\n  Minute ago, you was poppin shit, holdin ya dick\n  Now what's the problem, you ain't nuttin like you said on your album\n  I thought you was wildin, bustin your guns and runnin the island\n  You was't violent, you was silent tryin to get college credits\n  How pathetic, did it to get out of the collasthetics\n  I'm dianetics combined wit lyrics\n  My matureness is my insurance, kill my appearance, I'm a shinin spirit\n  You gotta fear it, cuz every last gem is poison\n  You gotta cheer it, if you can't win you better join em\n  I'm head-annointin niggas like the Holy Gospel\n  I'm the only voco to walk and smoke you wit fire-blowin nostrils\n  Watch for the toast, when you see it you better draw yours\n  Warlords, callin The Giant, it's all yours\n\n  (A.G.)\n  Now check flacco, siete quato rocks in my music note\n  It don't take a lot for you to go\n  There's a lot that you should know\n  Like I rock the future flow\n  I can't be stopped, refuse to go, and still great, Show\n  Dug in the milk crates, so we label this cream\n  Plus my vocals, now we able to gleam\n  A's-Team used to be local, now we get love from mainstream\n  Rock from Shanghai to Beijing, stay high's the main theme\n  Used to have a crush on Regine when she was Tudy\n  Rappers actin fruity, tryin to black and blue me\n  He must be actin a movie\n  I'm dirty, like double-platinum in a hooptie\n  Now let's double back for these groupies\n  Back up behind the ropes, Show and A come through\n  We the real Killers, y'all Replacements for John Woo\n  This is \"Full Scale\" shit here, the weak disappear\n  They only eat in our off-years, check the CD, it's all there\n  You'll be bustin the speaker, puffin the reefer\n  Can't spit like I spit so you get hype and bust your heater\n  Heard your chick's on my dick, I would love to meet her\n  Hit it, and toss it like it ain't nuttin either\n  And catch you on the rebound like Dennis\n  My sound sells in and out of town\n  This a chemistry and I got it now\n  They wanted Six's for the Range but I got 'em down\n  To twenty and a brick, now I'm out wit this money and shit\n"},{"id":33766227,"name":"KRS-One, Big Pun, A.G. - 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I leave that ass sizzlin\nI'm givin more rhythm than gang rapes in prison\nYou small time, you ain't a pro\nYeah you kick the raw rhymes, but your show and your flow\nThat's all mine\nOh silly me, if I call on my lyric ability\nI'll bring it right, straight to your jaw, free delivery\nGet wit me, now I spit rap\nI represent peace and knowledge, but I will contradict that!\nClick-a-click clap\nYou don't wanna battle me, you wanna scat away\nI battle Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday\nWait, let me check the schedule again, Saturday\nI think you oughta follow your squad, they ran thataway\nThese rappers be played out, spaced out, no format\nNow why would you place your money on that?\nI drop more bars than Sing-Sing, cha-ching!\nReal teachers teach real things\nI brings knowledge and skill, you should try to get with it\nChallenging knowledge only means that ya ignorant\nWith the Sword of Justice, your throat I'm stickin in\nGossip and scandal, I don't put my lips in it\nGrow up, I'm movin like a U-Haul truck\nYou all stuck cuz you all suck, duck duck buck buck buck\nForget the cut hops, your luck stops\nI bring it to your buttocks, with nuff glocks\n\n(Big Punisher)\nYo, my squad is honored it like Elijah Muhammed\nBut I'm God-retarded, ain't no righteousness in this heart of violence\nHard as diamond but I'm in the ruff, listen up\nIf you ever see me wit the Feds you can bet it's in the cuffs\nAin't no snitchin us, bitchin us\nUnofficial-ness, everything we are, side you wish you was\nOfficial thugs in the drug profession\nDrug connections, drug addictions\nStill seein the judge for drug possession\nThe four-D's, all these is more reas\nTo either get big, leave or let live\nWe the best there is TS, ain't nobody else\nWe probably Dove cuz we all way on top of the shelf\nI'm lockin your wealth wit the master keys, freeze\nDon't try to breeze, I'ma squeeze and blast the back of your knees\nJust pass the cheese, please don't test the toaster\nMy tech'll roast ya body faster than Ferrari's Testarosta\nYou're gettin closer to death, Reaper's got a hold on your breath\nYou goin straight to hell as you sell your soul for your flesh\nYou was posin a threat, now you froze in the bed\nMinute ago, you was poppin shit, holdin ya dick\nNow what's the problem, you ain't nuttin like you said on your album\nI thought you was wildin, bustin your guns and runnin the island\nYou was't violent, you was silent tryin to get college credits\nHow pathetic, did it to get out of the collasthetics\nI'm dianetics combined wit lyrics\nMy matureness is my insurance, kill my appearance, I'm a shinin spirit\nYou gotta fear it, cuz every last gem is poison\nYou gotta cheer it, if you can't win you better join em\nI'm head-annointin niggas like the Holy Gospel\nI'm the only voco to walk and smoke you wit fire-blowin nostrils\nWatch for the toast, when you see it you better draw yours\nWarlords, callin The Giant, it's all yours\n\n(A.G.)\nNow check flacco, siete quato rocks in my music note\nIt don't take a lot for you to go\nThere's a lot that you should know\nLike I rock the future flow\nI can't be stopped, refuse to go, and still great, Show\nDug in the milk crates, so we label this cream\nPlus my vocals, now we able to gleam\nA's-Team used to be local, now we get love from mainstream\nRock from Shanghai to Beijing, stay high's the main theme\nUsed to have a crush on Regine when she was Tudy\nRappers actin fruity, tryin to black and blue me\nHe must be actin a movie\nI'm dirty, like double-platinum in a hooptie\nNow let's double back for these groupies\nBack up behind the ropes, Show and A come through\nWe the real Killers, y'all Replacements for John Woo\nThis is \"Full Scale\" shit here, the weak disappear\nThey only eat in our off-years, check the CD, it's all there\nYou'll be bustin the speaker, puffin the reefer\nCan't spit like I spit so you get hype and bust your heater\nHeard your chick's on my dick, I would love to meet her\nHit it, and toss it like it ain't nuttin either\nAnd catch you on the rebound like Dennis\nMy sound sells in and out of town\nThis a chemistry and I got it now\nThey wanted Six's for the Range but I got 'em down\nTo twenty and a brick, now I'm out wit this money and shit","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: KRS-One, Big Pun, A.G. - Drop It Heavy\n  artist: D.I.T.C.\n  album: D.I.T.C.\n  duration_ms: 239000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  That's right, on any beat we sale\n  Don't put your money on bail, put it on Full Scale\n  Ha ha, never fail, KRS\n\n  I'd rather have a hundred-thousand true heads by me\n  Than one million of your fake fanatics behind me\n  I keep it grimy, chase me, you will never find me\n  I take you out in two or three minutes, you can time me\n  You the dopest MC? I leave that ass sizzlin\n  I'm givin more rhythm than gang rapes in prison\n  You small time, you ain't a pro\n  Yeah you kick the raw rhymes, but your show and your flow\n  That's all mine\n  Oh silly me, if I call on my lyric ability\n  I'll bring it right, straight to your jaw, free delivery\n  Get wit me, now I spit rap\n  I represent peace and knowledge, but I will contradict that!\n  Click-a-click clap\n  You don't wanna battle me, you wanna scat away\n  I battle Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday\n  Wait, let me check the schedule again, Saturday\n  I think you oughta follow your squad, they ran thataway\n  These rappers be played out, spaced out, no format\n  Now why would you place your money on that?\n  I drop more bars than Sing-Sing, cha-ching!\n  Real teachers teach real things\n  I brings knowledge and skill, you should try to get with it\n  Challenging knowledge only means that ya ignorant\n  With the Sword of Justice, your throat I'm stickin in\n  Gossip and scandal, I don't put my lips in it\n  Grow up, I'm movin like a U-Haul truck\n  You all stuck cuz you all suck, duck duck buck buck buck\n  Forget the cut hops, your luck stops\n  I bring it to your buttocks, with nuff glocks\n\n  (Big Punisher)\n  Yo, my squad is honored it like Elijah Muhammed\n  But I'm God-retarded, ain't no righteousness in this heart of violence\n  Hard as diamond but I'm in the ruff, listen up\n  If you ever see me wit the Feds you can bet it's in the cuffs\n  Ain't no snitchin us, bitchin us\n  Unofficial-ness, everything we are, side you wish you was\n  Official thugs in the drug profession\n  Drug connections, drug addictions\n  Still seein the judge for drug possession\n  The four-D's, all these is more reas\n  To either get big, leave or let live\n  We the best there is TS, ain't nobody else\n  We probably Dove cuz we all way on top of the shelf\n  I'm lockin your wealth wit the master keys, freeze\n  Don't try to breeze, I'ma squeeze and blast the back of your knees\n  Just pass the cheese, please don't test the toaster\n  My tech'll roast ya body faster than Ferrari's Testarosta\n  You're gettin closer to death, Reaper's got a hold on your breath\n  You goin straight to hell as you sell your soul for your flesh\n  You was posin a threat, now you froze in the bed\n  Minute ago, you was poppin shit, holdin ya dick\n  Now what's the problem, you ain't nuttin like you said on your album\n  I thought you was wildin, bustin your guns and runnin the island\n  You was't violent, you was silent tryin to get college credits\n  How pathetic, did it to get out of the collasthetics\n  I'm dianetics combined wit lyrics\n  My matureness is my insurance, kill my appearance, I'm a shinin spirit\n  You gotta fear it, cuz every last gem is poison\n  You gotta cheer it, if you can't win you better join em\n  I'm head-annointin niggas like the Holy Gospel\n  I'm the only voco to walk and smoke you wit fire-blowin nostrils\n  Watch for the toast, when you see it you better draw yours\n  Warlords, callin The Giant, it's all yours\n\n  (A.G.)\n  Now check flacco, siete quato rocks in my music note\n  It don't take a lot for you to go\n  There's a lot that you should know\n  Like I rock the future flow\n  I can't be stopped, refuse to go, and still great, Show\n  Dug in the milk crates, so we label this cream\n  Plus my vocals, now we able to gleam\n  A's-Team used to be local, now we get love from mainstream\n  Rock from Shanghai to Beijing, stay high's the main theme\n  Used to have a crush on Regine when she was Tudy\n  Rappers actin fruity, tryin to black and blue me\n  He must be actin a movie\n  I'm dirty, like double-platinum in a hooptie\n  Now let's double back for these groupies\n  Back up behind the ropes, Show and A come through\n  We the real Killers, y'all Replacements for John Woo\n  This is \"Full Scale\" shit here, the weak disappear\n  They only eat in our off-years, check the CD, it's all there\n  You'll be bustin the speaker, puffin the reefer\n  Can't spit like I spit so you get hype and bust your heater\n  Heard your chick's on my dick, I would love to meet her\n  Hit it, and toss it like it ain't nuttin either\n  And catch you on the rebound like Dennis\n  My sound sells in and out of town\n  This a chemistry and I got it now\n  They wanted Six's for the Range but I got 'em down\n  To twenty and a brick, now I'm out wit this money and shit\n"},{"id":34549604,"name":"Drop It Heavy","trackName":"Drop It Heavy","artistName":"D.I.T.C.","albumName":"D.I.T.C. 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I leave that ass sizzlin\nI'm givin more rhythm than gang rapes in prison\nYou small time, you ain't a pro\nYeah you kick the raw rhymes, but your show and your flow\nThat's all mine\nOh silly me, if I call on my lyric ability\nI'll bring it right, straight to your jaw, free delivery\nGet wit me, now I spit rap\nI represent peace and knowledge, but I will contradict that!\nClick-a-click clap\nYou don't wanna battle me, you wanna scat away\nI battle Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday\nWait, let me check the schedule again, Saturday\nI think you oughta follow your squad, they ran thataway\nThese rappers be played out, spaced out, no format\nNow why would you place your money on that?\nI drop more bars than Sing-Sing, cha-ching!\nReal teachers teach real things\nI brings knowledge and skill, you should try to get with it\nChallenging knowledge only means that ya ignorant\nWith the Sword of Justice, your throat I'm stickin in\nGossip and scandal, I don't put my lips in it\nGrow up, I'm movin like a U-Haul truck\nYou all stuck cuz you all suck, duck duck buck buck buck\nForget the cut hops, your luck stops\nI bring it to your buttocks, with nuff glocks\n\n(Big Punisher)\nYo, my squad is honored it like Elijah Muhammed\nBut I'm God-retarded, ain't no righteousness in this heart of violence\nHard as diamond but I'm in the ruff, listen up\nIf you ever see me wit the Feds you can bet it's in the cuffs\nAin't no snitchin us, bitchin us\nUnofficial-ness, everything we are, side you wish you was\nOfficial thugs in the drug profession\nDrug connections, drug addictions\nStill seein the judge for drug possession\nThe four-D's, all these is more reas\nTo either get big, leave or let live\nWe the best there is TS, ain't nobody else\nWe probably Dove cuz we all way on top of the shelf\nI'm lockin your wealth wit the master keys, freeze\nDon't try to breeze, I'ma squeeze and blast the back of your knees\nJust pass the cheese, please don't test the toaster\nMy tech'll roast ya body faster than Ferrari's Testarosta\nYou're gettin closer to death, Reaper's got a hold on your breath\nYou goin straight to hell as you sell your soul for your flesh\nYou was posin a threat, now you froze in the bed\nMinute ago, you was poppin shit, holdin ya dick\nNow what's the problem, you ain't nuttin like you said on your album\nI thought you was wildin, bustin your guns and runnin the island\nYou was't violent, you was silent tryin to get college credits\nHow pathetic, did it to get out of the collasthetics\nI'm dianetics combined wit lyrics\nMy matureness is my insurance, kill my appearance, I'm a shinin spirit\nYou gotta fear it, cuz every last gem is poison\nYou gotta cheer it, if you can't win you better join em\nI'm head-annointin niggas like the Holy Gospel\nI'm the only voco to walk and smoke you wit fire-blowin nostrils\nWatch for the toast, when you see it you better draw yours\nWarlords, callin The Giant, it's all yours\n\n(A.G.)\nNow check flacco, siete quato rocks in my music note\nIt don't take a lot for you to go\nThere's a lot that you should know\nLike I rock the future flow\nI can't be stopped, refuse to go, and still great, Show\nDug in the milk crates, so we label this cream\nPlus my vocals, now we able to gleam\nA's-Team used to be local, now we get love from mainstream\nRock from Shanghai to Beijing, stay high's the main theme\nUsed to have a crush on Regine when she was Tudy\nRappers actin fruity, tryin to black and blue me\nHe must be actin a movie\nI'm dirty, like double-platinum in a hooptie\nNow let's double back for these groupies\nBack up behind the ropes, Show and A come through\nWe the real Killers, y'all Replacements for John Woo\nThis is \"Full Scale\" shit here, the weak disappear\nThey only eat in our off-years, check the CD, it's all there\nYou'll be bustin the speaker, puffin the reefer\nCan't spit like I spit so you get hype and bust your heater\nHeard your chick's on my dick, I would love to meet her\nHit it, and toss it like it ain't nuttin either\nAnd catch you on the rebound like Dennis\nMy sound sells in and out of town\nThis a chemistry and I got it now\nThey wanted Six's for the Range but I got 'em down\nTo twenty and a brick, now I'm out wit this money and shit","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Drop It Heavy\n  artist: D.I.T.C.\n  album: 'D.I.T.C. 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I leave that ass sizzlin\n  I'm givin more rhythm than gang rapes in prison\n  You small time, you ain't a pro\n  Yeah you kick the raw rhymes, but your show and your flow\n  That's all mine\n  Oh silly me, if I call on my lyric ability\n  I'll bring it right, straight to your jaw, free delivery\n  Get wit me, now I spit rap\n  I represent peace and knowledge, but I will contradict that!\n  Click-a-click clap\n  You don't wanna battle me, you wanna scat away\n  I battle Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday\n  Wait, let me check the schedule again, Saturday\n  I think you oughta follow your squad, they ran thataway\n  These rappers be played out, spaced out, no format\n  Now why would you place your money on that?\n  I drop more bars than Sing-Sing, cha-ching!\n  Real teachers teach real things\n  I brings knowledge and skill, you should try to get with it\n  Challenging knowledge only means that ya ignorant\n  With the Sword of Justice, your throat I'm stickin in\n  Gossip and scandal, I don't put my lips in it\n  Grow up, I'm movin like a U-Haul truck\n  You all stuck cuz you all suck, duck duck buck buck buck\n  Forget the cut hops, your luck stops\n  I bring it to your buttocks, with nuff glocks\n\n  (Big Punisher)\n  Yo, my squad is honored it like Elijah Muhammed\n  But I'm God-retarded, ain't no righteousness in this heart of violence\n  Hard as diamond but I'm in the ruff, listen up\n  If you ever see me wit the Feds you can bet it's in the cuffs\n  Ain't no snitchin us, bitchin us\n  Unofficial-ness, everything we are, side you wish you was\n  Official thugs in the drug profession\n  Drug connections, drug addictions\n  Still seein the judge for drug possession\n  The four-D's, all these is more reas\n  To either get big, leave or let live\n  We the best there is TS, ain't nobody else\n  We probably Dove cuz we all way on top of the shelf\n  I'm lockin your wealth wit the master keys, freeze\n  Don't try to breeze, I'ma squeeze and blast the back of your knees\n  Just pass the cheese, please don't test the toaster\n  My tech'll roast ya body faster than Ferrari's Testarosta\n  You're gettin closer to death, Reaper's got a hold on your breath\n  You goin straight to hell as you sell your soul for your flesh\n  You was posin a threat, now you froze in the bed\n  Minute ago, you was poppin shit, holdin ya dick\n  Now what's the problem, you ain't nuttin like you said on your album\n  I thought you was wildin, bustin your guns and runnin the island\n  You was't violent, you was silent tryin to get college credits\n  How pathetic, did it to get out of the collasthetics\n  I'm dianetics combined wit lyrics\n  My matureness is my insurance, kill my appearance, I'm a shinin spirit\n  You gotta fear it, cuz every last gem is poison\n  You gotta cheer it, if you can't win you better join em\n  I'm head-annointin niggas like the Holy Gospel\n  I'm the only voco to walk and smoke you wit fire-blowin nostrils\n  Watch for the toast, when you see it you better draw yours\n  Warlords, callin The Giant, it's all yours\n\n  (A.G.)\n  Now check flacco, siete quato rocks in my music note\n  It don't take a lot for you to go\n  There's a lot that you should know\n  Like I rock the future flow\n  I can't be stopped, refuse to go, and still great, Show\n  Dug in the milk crates, so we label this cream\n  Plus my vocals, now we able to gleam\n  A's-Team used to be local, now we get love from mainstream\n  Rock from Shanghai to Beijing, stay high's the main theme\n  Used to have a crush on Regine when she was Tudy\n  Rappers actin fruity, tryin to black and blue me\n  He must be actin a movie\n  I'm dirty, like double-platinum in a hooptie\n  Now let's double back for these groupies\n  Back up behind the ropes, Show and A come through\n  We the real Killers, y'all Replacements for John Woo\n  This is \"Full Scale\" shit here, the weak disappear\n  They only eat in our off-years, check the CD, it's all there\n  You'll be bustin the speaker, puffin the reefer\n  Can't spit like I spit so you get hype and bust your heater\n  Heard your chick's on my dick, I would love to meet her\n  Hit it, and toss it like it ain't nuttin either\n  And catch you on the rebound like Dennis\n  My sound sells in and out of town\n  This a chemistry and I got it now\n  They wanted Six's for the Range but I got 'em down\n  To twenty and a brick, now I'm out wit this money and shit\n"},{"id":29667691,"name":"Drop It Heavy","trackName":"Drop It Heavy","artistName":"D.I.T.C.","albumName":"Worldwide","duration":240.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"That's right, on any beat we sale\nDon't put your money on bail, put it on Full Scale\nHa ha, never fail, KRS\n\nI'd rather have a hundred-thousand true heads by me\nThan one million of your fake fanatics behind me\nI keep it grimy, chase me, you will never find me\nI take you out in two or three minutes, you can time me\nYou the dopest MC? I leave that ass sizzlin\nI'm givin more rhythm than gang rapes in prison\nYou small time, you ain't a pro\nYeah you kick the raw rhymes, but your show and your flow\nThat's all mine\nOh silly me, if I call on my lyric ability\nI'll bring it right, straight to your jaw, free delivery\nGet wit me, now I spit rap\nI represent peace and knowledge, but I will contradict that!\nClick-a-click clap\nYou don't wanna battle me, you wanna scat away\nI battle Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday\nWait, let me check the schedule again, Saturday\nI think you oughta follow your squad, they ran thataway\nThese rappers be played out, spaced out, no format\nNow why would you place your money on that?\nI drop more bars than Sing-Sing, cha-ching!\nReal teachers teach real things\nI brings knowledge and skill, you should try to get with it\nChallenging knowledge only means that ya ignorant\nWith the Sword of Justice, your throat I'm stickin in\nGossip and scandal, I don't put my lips in it\nGrow up, I'm movin like a U-Haul truck\nYou all stuck cuz you all suck, duck duck buck buck buck\nForget the cut hops, your luck stops\nI bring it to your buttocks, with nuff glocks\n\n(Big Punisher)\nYo, my squad is honored it like Elijah Muhammed\nBut I'm God-retarded, ain't no righteousness in this heart of violence\nHard as diamond but I'm in the ruff, listen up\nIf you ever see me wit the Feds you can bet it's in the cuffs\nAin't no snitchin us, bitchin us\nUnofficial-ness, everything we are, side you wish you was\nOfficial thugs in the drug profession\nDrug connections, drug addictions\nStill seein the judge for drug possession\nThe four-D's, all these is more reas\nTo either get big, leave or let live\nWe the best there is TS, ain't nobody else\nWe probably Dove cuz we all way on top of the shelf\nI'm lockin your wealth wit the master keys, freeze\nDon't try to breeze, I'ma squeeze and blast the back of your knees\nJust pass the cheese, please don't test the toaster\nMy tech'll roast ya body faster than Ferrari's Testarosta\nYou're gettin closer to death, Reaper's got a hold on your breath\nYou goin straight to hell as you sell your soul for your flesh\nYou was posin a threat, now you froze in the bed\nMinute ago, you was poppin shit, holdin ya dick\nNow what's the problem, you ain't nuttin like you said on your album\nI thought you was wildin, bustin your guns and runnin the island\nYou was't violent, you was silent tryin to get college credits\nHow pathetic, did it to get out of the collasthetics\nI'm dianetics combined wit lyrics\nMy matureness is my insurance, kill my appearance, I'm a shinin spirit\nYou gotta fear it, cuz every last gem is poison\nYou gotta cheer it, if you can't win you better join em\nI'm head-annointin niggas like the Holy Gospel\nI'm the only voco to walk and smoke you wit fire-blowin nostrils\nWatch for the toast, when you see it you better draw yours\nWarlords, callin The Giant, it's all yours\n\n(A.G.)\nNow check flacco, siete quato rocks in my music note\nIt don't take a lot for you to go\nThere's a lot that you should know\nLike I rock the future flow\nI can't be stopped, refuse to go, and still great, Show\nDug in the milk crates, so we label this cream\nPlus my vocals, now we able to gleam\nA's-Team used to be local, now we get love from mainstream\nRock from Shanghai to Beijing, stay high's the main theme\nUsed to have a crush on Regine when she was Tudy\nRappers actin fruity, tryin to black and blue me\nHe must be actin a movie\nI'm dirty, like double-platinum in a hooptie\nNow let's double back for these groupies\nBack up behind the ropes, Show and A come through\nWe the real Killers, y'all Replacements for John Woo\nThis is \"Full Scale\" shit here, the weak disappear\nThey only eat in our off-years, check the CD, it's all there\nYou'll be bustin the speaker, puffin the reefer\nCan't spit like I spit so you get hype and bust your heater\nHeard your chick's on my dick, I would love to meet her\nHit it, and toss it like it ain't nuttin either\nAnd catch you on the rebound like Dennis\nMy sound sells in and out of town\nThis a chemistry and I got it now\nThey wanted Six's for the Range but I got 'em down\nTo twenty and a brick, now I'm out wit this money and shit","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Drop It Heavy\n  artist: D.I.T.C.\n  album: Worldwide\n  duration_ms: 240000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  That's right, on any beat we sale\n  Don't put your money on bail, put it on Full Scale\n  Ha ha, never fail, KRS\n\n  I'd rather have a hundred-thousand true heads by me\n  Than one million of your fake fanatics behind me\n  I keep it grimy, chase me, you will never find me\n  I take you out in two or three minutes, you can time me\n  You the dopest MC? I leave that ass sizzlin\n  I'm givin more rhythm than gang rapes in prison\n  You small time, you ain't a pro\n  Yeah you kick the raw rhymes, but your show and your flow\n  That's all mine\n  Oh silly me, if I call on my lyric ability\n  I'll bring it right, straight to your jaw, free delivery\n  Get wit me, now I spit rap\n  I represent peace and knowledge, but I will contradict that!\n  Click-a-click clap\n  You don't wanna battle me, you wanna scat away\n  I battle Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday\n  Wait, let me check the schedule again, Saturday\n  I think you oughta follow your squad, they ran thataway\n  These rappers be played out, spaced out, no format\n  Now why would you place your money on that?\n  I drop more bars than Sing-Sing, cha-ching!\n  Real teachers teach real things\n  I brings knowledge and skill, you should try to get with it\n  Challenging knowledge only means that ya ignorant\n  With the Sword of Justice, your throat I'm stickin in\n  Gossip and scandal, I don't put my lips in it\n  Grow up, I'm movin like a U-Haul truck\n  You all stuck cuz you all suck, duck duck buck buck buck\n  Forget the cut hops, your luck stops\n  I bring it to your buttocks, with nuff glocks\n\n  (Big Punisher)\n  Yo, my squad is honored it like Elijah Muhammed\n  But I'm God-retarded, ain't no righteousness in this heart of violence\n  Hard as diamond but I'm in the ruff, listen up\n  If you ever see me wit the Feds you can bet it's in the cuffs\n  Ain't no snitchin us, bitchin us\n  Unofficial-ness, everything we are, side you wish you was\n  Official thugs in the drug profession\n  Drug connections, drug addictions\n  Still seein the judge for drug possession\n  The four-D's, all these is more reas\n  To either get big, leave or let live\n  We the best there is TS, ain't nobody else\n  We probably Dove cuz we all way on top of the shelf\n  I'm lockin your wealth wit the master keys, freeze\n  Don't try to breeze, I'ma squeeze and blast the back of your knees\n  Just pass the cheese, please don't test the toaster\n  My tech'll roast ya body faster than Ferrari's Testarosta\n  You're gettin closer to death, Reaper's got a hold on your breath\n  You goin straight to hell as you sell your soul for your flesh\n  You was posin a threat, now you froze in the bed\n  Minute ago, you was poppin shit, holdin ya dick\n  Now what's the problem, you ain't nuttin like you said on your album\n  I thought you was wildin, bustin your guns and runnin the island\n  You was't violent, you was silent tryin to get college credits\n  How pathetic, did it to get out of the collasthetics\n  I'm dianetics combined wit lyrics\n  My matureness is my insurance, kill my appearance, I'm a shinin spirit\n  You gotta fear it, cuz every last gem is poison\n  You gotta cheer it, if you can't win you better join em\n  I'm head-annointin niggas like the Holy Gospel\n  I'm the only voco to walk and smoke you wit fire-blowin nostrils\n  Watch for the toast, when you 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speaker, puffin the reefer\n  Can't spit like I spit so you get hype and bust your heater\n  Heard your chick's on my dick, I would love to meet her\n  Hit it, and toss it like it ain't nuttin either\n  And catch you on the rebound like Dennis\n  My sound sells in and out of town\n  This a chemistry and I got it now\n  They wanted Six's for the Range but I got 'em down\n  To twenty and a brick, now I'm out wit this money and shit\n"},{"id":17070820,"name":"Drop It Heavy (Alternate Version)","trackName":"Drop It Heavy (Alternate Version)","artistName":"D.I.T.C.","albumName":"The Official Version","duration":239.208583,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"That's right, on any beat we sale\nDon't put your money on bail, put it on Full Scale\nHa ha, never fail, KRS\n\nI'd rather have a hundred-thousand true heads by me\nThan one million of your fake fanatics behind me\nI keep it grimy, chase me, you will never find me\nI take you out in two or three minutes, you can time 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I leave that ass sizzlin\nI'm givin more rhythm than gang rapes in prison\nYou small time, you ain't a pro\nYeah you kick the raw rhymes, but your show and your flow\nThat's all mine\nOh silly me, if I call on my lyric ability\nI'll bring it right, straight to your jaw, free delivery\nGet wit me, now I spit rap\nI represent peace and knowledge, but I will contradict that!\nClick-a-click clap\nYou don't wanna battle me, you wanna scat away\nI battle Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday\nWait, let me check the schedule again, Saturday\nI think you oughta follow your squad, they ran thataway\nThese rappers be played out, spaced out, no format\nNow why would you place your money on that?\nI drop more bars than Sing-Sing, cha-ching!\nReal teachers teach real things\nI brings knowledge and skill, you should try to get with it\nChallenging knowledge only means that ya ignorant\nWith the Sword of Justice, your throat I'm stickin in\nGossip and scandal, I don't put my lips in it\nGrow up, I'm movin like a U-Haul truck\nYou all stuck cuz you all suck, duck duck buck buck buck\nForget the cut hops, your luck stops\nI bring it to your buttocks, with nuff glocks\n\n(Big Punisher)\nYo, my squad is honored it like Elijah Muhammed\nBut I'm God-retarded, ain't no righteousness in this heart of violence\nHard as diamond but I'm in the ruff, listen up\nIf you ever see me wit the Feds you can bet it's in the cuffs\nAin't no snitchin us, bitchin us\nUnofficial-ness, everything we are, side you wish you was\nOfficial thugs in the drug profession\nDrug connections, drug addictions\nStill seein the judge for drug possession\nThe four-D's, all these is more reas\nTo either get big, leave or let live\nWe the best there is TS, ain't nobody else\nWe probably Dove cuz we all way on top of the shelf\nI'm lockin your wealth wit the master keys, freeze\nDon't try to breeze, I'ma squeeze and blast the back of your knees\nJust pass the cheese, please don't test the toaster\nMy tech'll roast ya body faster than Ferrari's Testarosta\nYou're gettin closer to death, Reaper's got a hold on your breath\nYou goin straight to hell as you sell your soul for your flesh\nYou was posin a threat, now you froze in the bed\nMinute ago, you was poppin shit, holdin ya dick\nNow what's the problem, you ain't nuttin like you said on your album\nI thought you was wildin, bustin your guns and runnin the island\nYou was't violent, you was silent tryin to get college credits\nHow pathetic, did it to get out of the collasthetics\nI'm dianetics combined wit lyrics\nMy matureness is my insurance, kill my appearance, I'm a shinin spirit\nYou gotta fear it, cuz every last gem is poison\nYou gotta cheer it, if you can't win you better join em\nI'm head-annointin niggas like the Holy Gospel\nI'm the only voco to walk and smoke you wit fire-blowin nostrils\nWatch for the toast, when you see it you better draw yours\nWarlords, callin The Giant, it's all yours\n\n(A.G.)\nNow check flacco, siete quato rocks in my music note\nIt don't take a lot for you to go\nThere's a lot that you should know\nLike I rock the future flow\nI can't be stopped, refuse to go, and still great, Show\nDug in the milk crates, so we label this cream\nPlus my vocals, now we able to gleam\nA's-Team used to be local, now we get love from mainstream\nRock from Shanghai to Beijing, stay high's the main theme\nUsed to have a crush on Regine when she was Tudy\nRappers actin fruity, tryin to black and blue me\nHe must be actin a movie\nI'm dirty, like double-platinum in a hooptie\nNow let's double back for these groupies\nBack up behind the ropes, Show and A come through\nWe the real Killers, y'all Replacements for John Woo\nThis is \"Full Scale\" shit here, the weak disappear\nThey only eat in our off-years, check the CD, it's all there\nYou'll be bustin the speaker, puffin the reefer\nCan't spit like I spit so you get hype and bust your heater\nHeard your chick's on my dick, I would love to meet her\nHit it, and toss it like it ain't nuttin either\nAnd catch you on the rebound like Dennis\nMy sound sells in and out of town\nThis a chemistry and I got it now\nThey wanted Six's for the Range but I got 'em down\nTo twenty and a brick, now I'm out wit this money and shit","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Drop It Heavy (Alternate Version)\n  artist: D.I.T.C.\n  album: The Official Version\n  duration_ms: 239209\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  That's right, on any beat we sale\n  Don't put your money on bail, put it on Full Scale\n  Ha ha, never fail, KRS\n\n  I'd rather have a hundred-thousand true heads by me\n  Than one million of your fake fanatics behind me\n  I keep it grimy, chase me, you will never find me\n  I take you out in two or three minutes, you can time me\n  You the dopest MC? I leave that ass sizzlin\n  I'm givin more rhythm than gang rapes in prison\n  You small time, you ain't a pro\n  Yeah you kick the raw rhymes, but your show and your flow\n  That's all mine\n  Oh silly me, if I call on my lyric ability\n  I'll bring it right, straight to your jaw, free delivery\n  Get wit me, now I spit rap\n  I represent peace and knowledge, but I will contradict that!\n  Click-a-click clap\n  You don't wanna battle me, you wanna scat away\n  I battle Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday\n  Wait, let me check the schedule again, Saturday\n  I think you oughta follow your squad, they ran thataway\n  These rappers be played out, spaced out, no format\n  Now why would you place your money on that?\n  I drop more bars than Sing-Sing, cha-ching!\n  Real teachers teach real things\n  I brings knowledge and skill, you should try to get with it\n  Challenging knowledge only means that ya ignorant\n  With the Sword of Justice, your throat I'm stickin in\n  Gossip and scandal, I don't put my lips in it\n  Grow up, I'm movin like a U-Haul truck\n  You all stuck cuz you all suck, duck duck buck buck buck\n  Forget the cut hops, your luck stops\n  I bring it to your buttocks, with nuff glocks\n\n  (Big Punisher)\n  Yo, my squad is honored it like Elijah Muhammed\n  But I'm God-retarded, ain't no righteousness in this heart of violence\n  Hard as diamond but I'm in the ruff, listen up\n  If you ever see me wit the Feds you can bet it's in the cuffs\n  Ain't no snitchin us, bitchin us\n  Unofficial-ness, everything we are, side you wish you was\n  Official thugs in the drug profession\n  Drug connections, drug addictions\n  Still seein the judge for drug possession\n  The four-D's, all these is more reas\n  To either get big, leave or let live\n  We the best there is TS, ain't nobody else\n  We probably Dove cuz we all way on top of the shelf\n  I'm lockin your wealth wit the master keys, freeze\n  Don't try to breeze, I'ma squeeze and blast the back of your knees\n  Just pass the cheese, please don't test the toaster\n  My tech'll roast ya body faster than Ferrari's Testarosta\n  You're gettin closer to death, Reaper's got a hold on your breath\n  You goin straight to hell as you sell your soul for your flesh\n  You was posin a threat, now you froze in the bed\n  Minute ago, you was poppin shit, holdin ya dick\n  Now what's the problem, you ain't nuttin like you said on your album\n  I thought you was wildin, bustin your guns and runnin the island\n  You was't violent, you was silent tryin to get college credits\n  How pathetic, did it to get out of the collasthetics\n  I'm dianetics combined wit lyrics\n  My matureness is my insurance, kill my appearance, I'm a shinin spirit\n  You gotta fear it, cuz every last gem is poison\n  You gotta cheer it, if you can't win you better join em\n  I'm head-annointin niggas like the Holy Gospel\n  I'm the only voco to walk and smoke you wit fire-blowin nostrils\n  Watch for the toast, when you 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speaker, puffin the reefer\n  Can't spit like I spit so you get hype and bust your heater\n  Heard your chick's on my dick, I would love to meet her\n  Hit it, and toss it like it ain't nuttin either\n  And catch you on the rebound like Dennis\n  My sound sells in and out of town\n  This a chemistry and I got it now\n  They wanted Six's for the Range but I got 'em down\n  To twenty and a brick, now I'm out wit this money and shit\n"},{"id":28881365,"name":"Drop It Heavy (Alternate Version)","trackName":"Drop It Heavy (Alternate Version)","artistName":"D.I.T.C.","albumName":"The Official Version","duration":234.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"That's right, on any beat we sale\nDon't put your money on bail, put it on Full Scale\nHa ha, never fail, KRS\n\nI'd rather have a hundred-thousand true heads by me\nThan one million of your fake fanatics behind me\nI keep it grimy, chase me, you will never find me\nI take you out in two or three minutes, you can time 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I leave that ass sizzlin\nI'm givin more rhythm than gang rapes in prison\nYou small time, you ain't a pro\nYeah you kick the raw rhymes, but your show and your flow\nThat's all mine\nOh silly me, if I call on my lyric ability\nI'll bring it right, straight to your jaw, free delivery\nGet wit me, now I spit rap\nI represent peace and knowledge, but I will contradict that!\nClick-a-click clap\nYou don't wanna battle me, you wanna scat away\nI battle Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday\nWait, let me check the schedule again, Saturday\nI think you oughta follow your squad, they ran thataway\nThese rappers be played out, spaced out, no format\nNow why would you place your money on that?\nI drop more bars than Sing-Sing, cha-ching!\nReal teachers teach real things\nI brings knowledge and skill, you should try to get with it\nChallenging knowledge only means that ya ignorant\nWith the Sword of Justice, your throat I'm stickin in\nGossip and scandal, I don't put my lips in it\nGrow up, I'm movin like a U-Haul truck\nYou all stuck cuz you all suck, duck duck buck buck buck\nForget the cut hops, your luck stops\nI bring it to your buttocks, with nuff glocks\n\n(Big Punisher)\nYo, my squad is honored it like Elijah Muhammed\nBut I'm God-retarded, ain't no righteousness in this heart of violence\nHard as diamond but I'm in the ruff, listen up\nIf you ever see me wit the Feds you can bet it's in the cuffs\nAin't no snitchin us, bitchin us\nUnofficial-ness, everything we are, side you wish you was\nOfficial thugs in the drug profession\nDrug connections, drug addictions\nStill seein the judge for drug possession\nThe four-D's, all these is more reas\nTo either get big, leave or let live\nWe the best there is TS, ain't nobody else\nWe probably Dove cuz we all way on top of the shelf\nI'm lockin your wealth wit the master keys, freeze\nDon't try to breeze, I'ma squeeze and blast the back of your knees\nJust pass the cheese, please don't test the toaster\nMy tech'll roast ya body faster than Ferrari's Testarosta\nYou're gettin closer to death, Reaper's got a hold on your breath\nYou goin straight to hell as you sell your soul for your flesh\nYou was posin a threat, now you froze in the bed\nMinute ago, you was poppin shit, holdin ya dick\nNow what's the problem, you ain't nuttin like you said on your album\nI thought you was wildin, bustin your guns and runnin the island\nYou was't violent, you was silent tryin to get college credits\nHow pathetic, did it to get out of the collasthetics\nI'm dianetics combined wit lyrics\nMy matureness is my insurance, kill my appearance, I'm a shinin spirit\nYou gotta fear it, cuz every last gem is poison\nYou gotta cheer it, if you can't win you better join em\nI'm head-annointin niggas like the Holy Gospel\nI'm the only voco to walk and smoke you wit fire-blowin nostrils\nWatch for the toast, when you see it you better draw yours\nWarlords, callin The Giant, it's all yours\n\n(A.G.)\nNow check flacco, siete quato rocks in my music note\nIt don't take a lot for you to go\nThere's a lot that you should know\nLike I rock the future flow\nI can't be stopped, refuse to go, and still great, Show\nDug in the milk crates, so we label this cream\nPlus my vocals, now we able to gleam\nA's-Team used to be local, now we get love from mainstream\nRock from Shanghai to Beijing, stay high's the main theme\nUsed to have a crush on Regine when she was Tudy\nRappers actin fruity, tryin to black and blue me\nHe must be actin a movie\nI'm dirty, like double-platinum in a hooptie\nNow let's double back for these groupies\nBack up behind the ropes, Show and A come through\nWe the real Killers, y'all Replacements for John Woo\nThis is \"Full Scale\" shit here, the weak disappear\nThey only eat in our off-years, check the CD, it's all there\nYou'll be bustin the speaker, puffin the reefer\nCan't spit like I spit so you get hype and bust your heater\nHeard your chick's on my dick, I would love to meet her\nHit it, and toss it like it ain't nuttin either\nAnd catch you on the rebound like Dennis\nMy sound sells in and out of town\nThis a chemistry and I got it now\nThey wanted Six's for the Range but I got 'em down\nTo twenty and a brick, now I'm out wit this money and shit","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Drop It Heavy (Alternate Version)\n  artist: D.I.T.C.\n  album: The Official Version\n  duration_ms: 234000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  That's right, on any beat we sale\n  Don't put your money on bail, put it on Full Scale\n  Ha ha, never fail, KRS\n\n  I'd rather have a hundred-thousand true heads by me\n  Than one million of your fake fanatics behind me\n  I keep it grimy, chase me, you will never find me\n  I take you out in two or three minutes, you can time me\n  You the dopest MC? I leave that ass sizzlin\n  I'm givin more rhythm than gang rapes in prison\n  You small time, you ain't a pro\n  Yeah you kick the raw rhymes, but your show and your flow\n  That's all mine\n  Oh silly me, if I call on my lyric ability\n  I'll bring it right, straight to your jaw, free delivery\n  Get wit me, now I spit rap\n  I represent peace and knowledge, but I will contradict that!\n  Click-a-click clap\n  You don't wanna battle me, you wanna scat away\n  I battle Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday\n  Wait, let me check the schedule again, Saturday\n  I think you oughta follow your squad, they ran thataway\n  These rappers be played out, spaced out, no format\n  Now why would you place your money on that?\n  I drop more bars than Sing-Sing, cha-ching!\n  Real teachers teach real things\n  I brings knowledge and skill, you should try to get with it\n  Challenging knowledge only means that ya ignorant\n  With the Sword of Justice, your throat I'm stickin in\n  Gossip and scandal, I don't put my lips in it\n  Grow up, I'm movin like a U-Haul truck\n  You all stuck cuz you all suck, duck duck buck buck buck\n  Forget the cut hops, your luck stops\n  I bring it to your buttocks, with nuff glocks\n\n  (Big Punisher)\n  Yo, my squad is honored it like Elijah Muhammed\n  But I'm God-retarded, ain't no righteousness in this heart of violence\n  Hard as diamond but I'm in the ruff, listen up\n  If you ever see me wit the Feds you can bet it's in the cuffs\n  Ain't no snitchin us, bitchin us\n  Unofficial-ness, everything we are, side you wish you was\n  Official thugs in the drug profession\n  Drug connections, drug addictions\n  Still seein the judge for drug possession\n  The four-D's, all these is more reas\n  To either get big, leave or let live\n  We the best there is TS, ain't nobody else\n  We probably Dove cuz we all way on top of the shelf\n  I'm lockin your wealth wit the master keys, freeze\n  Don't try to breeze, I'ma squeeze and blast the back of your knees\n  Just pass the cheese, please don't test the toaster\n  My tech'll roast ya body faster than Ferrari's Testarosta\n  You're gettin closer to death, Reaper's got a hold on your breath\n  You goin straight to hell as you sell your soul for your flesh\n  You was posin a threat, now you froze in the bed\n  Minute ago, you was poppin shit, holdin ya dick\n  Now what's the problem, you ain't nuttin like you said on your album\n  I thought you was wildin, bustin your guns and runnin the island\n  You was't violent, you was silent tryin to get college credits\n  How pathetic, did it to get out of the collasthetics\n  I'm dianetics combined wit lyrics\n  My matureness is my insurance, kill my appearance, I'm a shinin spirit\n  You gotta fear it, cuz every last gem is poison\n  You gotta cheer it, if you can't win you better join em\n  I'm head-annointin niggas like the Holy Gospel\n  I'm the only voco to walk and smoke you wit fire-blowin nostrils\n  Watch for the toast, when you see it you better draw yours\n  Warlords, callin The Giant, it's all yours\n\n  (A.G.)\n  Now check flacco, siete quato rocks in my music note\n  It don't take a lot for you to go\n  There's a lot that you should know\n  Like I rock the future flow\n  I can't be stopped, refuse to go, and still great, Show\n  Dug in the milk crates, so we label this cream\n  Plus my vocals, now we able to gleam\n  A's-Team used to be local, now we get love from mainstream\n  Rock from Shanghai to Beijing, stay high's the main theme\n  Used to have a crush on Regine when she was Tudy\n  Rappers actin fruity, tryin to black and blue me\n  He must be actin a movie\n  I'm dirty, like double-platinum in a hooptie\n  Now let's double back for these groupies\n  Back up behind the ropes, Show and A come through\n  We the real Killers, y'all Replacements for John Woo\n  This is \"Full Scale\" shit here, the weak disappear\n  They only eat in our off-years, check the CD, it's all there\n  You'll be bustin the speaker, puffin the reefer\n  Can't spit like I spit so you get hype and bust your heater\n  Heard your chick's on my dick, I would love to meet her\n  Hit it, and toss it like it ain't nuttin either\n  And catch you on the rebound like Dennis\n  My sound sells in and out of town\n  This a chemistry and I got it now\n  They wanted Six's for the Range but I got 'em down\n  To twenty and a brick, now I'm out wit this money and shit\n"}]