[{"id":29361474,"name":"Intro","trackName":"Intro","artistName":"Busta Rhymes","albumName":"Busta Rhymes & DJ Kay Slay - T","duration":68.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"-- Synced by NoMan --\nAs we approach the current time frame of 1997\nWith approximately two and a half years before the year 2000\nRepeatedly it has been reported that there will be a time soon approaching\nThat a major disaster will be striking all levels of existence!\nIt has also been reported that this disastrous thing will be approaching\nIn the form of many!\nMany as in squad, squad as in Flipmode Squad!\nIt has also been reported that everyone out of the many will strike\nBut this particular motherfucker will strike with an unmeasurable blast!\nAnd will fuck up everything within its 360 degree radius\nWarning, prepare yourselves, store your food, stack your paper\nBecause when this motherfucker gets here, it's about to get real fucked up for everyone and everything\nEverywhere!\n\nWell, Busta Rhymes!\nCome on over here and let me talk to you, son\nSee now, Dolomite just got back from some shit that you 'bout to be in\nWell, are you prepared? I hope you are prepared, nigga\n'Cause you know this is album number two, yes, more bitches than before\nThere'll be more bitches, more and more and more!\nMore thirsty niggas tryin' to get inside yo' shit!\nTryin' to throw your whole chemistry off, oh, yes!\nThere's gonna be a lot more money\nYes! A lot more money than before\nThough, son, don't you worry about none of that shit\nAll you gotta do is just slap your dick in the mouth of these bitches\nThat don't wanna act right!\nAnd put a hot one in any motherfucker that wants to get in the way of this power move shit right here!\nOkay, son, all right, Busta! Enough of this shit talkin'!\nLet's be on our way, 'cause when dis-aster strikes\nThere's gonna be a whole lot of motherfuckers pourin' in\nAlright, baby, let's go!\n\nYo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo (Hah!)\nLadies and gentlemen\nStraight from the motherfucking street corner\nGoin' out to all you motherfuckers across the globe\nOn the return trip\nIt be them niggas, them niggas that live by the code of blood honor (Hoo)\nMy Flipmode niggas! (Hah!) Uh\nStraight bringin' you that shit, to another extreme (Ohh-aah!)\nHere to hit you motherfuckers with a strike of disaster!\nI bring on to you, once again\nThe eighth wonder of the world, my nigga, (Ah!) Busta, Rhymes! (Yeah)\nAnd I be, that nigga (Ah!), that live nigga Spliff-a-Spliff! (Ah!)\nComin' through right at you wherever the fuck you at!\nFlipmode is the squad (Ahh!) comin' through right at you wherever the fuck you at!\nOh! (Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!)\nAyo, cut my shit off (Cut my shit off), cut it off\n\nEheheh-eheheheheheheheh\nHere we go again, motherfuckers\nEh-heh, let's start this shit\n","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.00] -- Synced by NoMan --\n[00:02.49] As we approach the current time frame of 1997\n[00:09.14] With approximately two and a half years before the year 2000\n[00:15.18] Repeatedly it has been reported that there will be a time soon approaching\n[00:21.29] That a major disaster will be striking all levels of existence!\n[00:27.62] It has also been reported that this disastrous thing will be approaching\n[00:32.49] In the form of many!\n[00:35.46] Many as in squad, squad as in Flipmode Squad!\n[00:51.74] It has also been reported that everyone out of the many will strike\n[00:59.05] But this particular motherfucker will strike with an unmeasurable blast!\n[01:06.49] And will fuck up everything within its 360 degree radius\n[01:12.57] Warning, prepare yourselves, store your food, stack your paper\n[01:19.02] Because when this motherfucker gets here, it's about to get real fucked up for everyone and everything\n[01:27.42] Everywhere!\n\n[01:41.50] Well, Busta Rhymes!\n[01:44.81] Come on over here and let me talk to you, son\n[01:47.57] See now, Dolomite just got back from some shit that you 'bout to be in\n[01:52.78] Well, are you prepared? I hope you are prepared, nigga\n[01:57.81] 'Cause you know this is album number two, yes, more bitches than before\n[02:02.93] There'll be more bitches, more and more and more!\n[02:06.02] More thirsty niggas tryin' to get inside yo' shit!\n[02:10.34] Tryin' to throw your whole chemistry off, oh, yes!\n[02:14.90] There's gonna be a lot more money\n[02:17.29] Yes! A lot more money than before\n[02:20.14] Though, son, don't you worry about none of that shit\n[02:23.93] All you gotta do is just slap your dick in the mouth of these bitches\n[02:27.94] That don't wanna act right!\n[02:29.50] And put a hot one in any motherfucker that wants to get in the way of this power move shit right here!\n[02:36.73] Okay, son, all right, Busta! Enough of this shit talkin'!\n[02:42.37] Let's be on our way, 'cause when dis-aster strikes\n[02:46.54] There's gonna be a whole lot of motherfuckers pourin' in\n[02:50.78] Alright, baby, let's go!\n\n[02:53.26] Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo (Hah!)\n[02:59.86] Ladies and gentlemen\n[03:01.94] Straight from the motherfucking street corner\n[03:05.26] Goin' out to all you motherfuckers across the globe\n[03:09.61] On the return trip\n[03:11.49] It be them niggas, them niggas that live by the code of blood honor (Hoo)\n[03:17.13] My Flipmode niggas! (Hah!) Uh\n[03:22.39] Straight bringin' you that shit, to another extreme (Ohh-aah!)\n[03:27.34] Here to hit you motherfuckers with a strike of disaster!\n[03:32.44] I bring on to you, once again\n[03:36.56] The eighth wonder of the world, my nigga, (Ah!) Busta, Rhymes! (Yeah)\n[03:49.12] And I be, that nigga (Ah!), that live nigga Spliff-a-Spliff! (Ah!)\n[03:56.23] Comin' through right at you wherever the fuck you at!\n[03:59.88] Flipmode is the squad (Ahh!) comin' through right at you wherever the fuck you at!\n[04:06.16] Oh! (Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!)\n[04:30.94] Ayo, cut my shit off (Cut my shit off), cut it off\n\n[04:33.58] Eheheh-eheheheheheheheh\n[04:39.58] Here we go again, motherfuckers\n[04:41.75] Eh-heh, let's start this shit\n[04:44.81] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Intro\n  artist: Busta Rhymes\n  album: Busta Rhymes & DJ Kay Slay - T\n  duration_ms: 68000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: -- Synced by NoMan --\n  start_ms: 0\n  end_ms: 2490\n- text: As we approach the current time frame of 1997\n  start_ms: 2490\n  end_ms: 9140\n- text: With approximately two and a half years before the year 2000\n  start_ms: 9140\n  end_ms: 15180\n- text: Repeatedly it has been reported that there will be a time soon approaching\n  start_ms: 15180\n  end_ms: 21290\n- text: That a major disaster will be striking all levels of existence!\n  start_ms: 21290\n  end_ms: 27620\n- text: It has also been reported that this disastrous thing will be approaching\n  start_ms: 27620\n  end_ms: 32490\n- text: In the form of many!\n  start_ms: 32490\n  end_ms: 35460\n- text: Many as in squad, squad as in Flipmode Squad!\n  start_ms: 35460\n  end_ms: 51740\n- text: It has also been reported that everyone out of the many will strike\n  start_ms: 51740\n  end_ms: 59050\n- text: But this particular motherfucker will strike with an unmeasurable blast!\n  start_ms: 59050\n  end_ms: 66490\n- text: And will fuck up everything within its 360 degree radius\n  start_ms: 66490\n  end_ms: 72570\n- text: Warning, prepare yourselves, store your food, stack your paper\n  start_ms: 72570\n  end_ms: 79020\n- text: Because when this motherfucker gets here, it's about to get real fucked up for everyone and everything\n  start_ms: 79020\n  end_ms: 87420\n- text: Everywhere!\n  start_ms: 87420\n  end_ms: 101500\n- text: Well, Busta Rhymes!\n  start_ms: 101500\n  end_ms: 104810\n- text: Come on over here and let me talk to you, son\n  start_ms: 104810\n  end_ms: 107570\n- text: See now, Dolomite just got back from some shit that you 'bout to be in\n  start_ms: 107570\n  end_ms: 112780\n- text: Well, are you prepared? 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A lot more money than before\n  start_ms: 137290\n  end_ms: 140140\n- text: Though, son, don't you worry about none of that shit\n  start_ms: 140140\n  end_ms: 143930\n- text: All you gotta do is just slap your dick in the mouth of these bitches\n  start_ms: 143930\n  end_ms: 147940\n- text: That don't wanna act right!\n  start_ms: 147940\n  end_ms: 149500\n- text: And put a hot one in any motherfucker that wants to get in the way of this power move shit right here!\n  start_ms: 149500\n  end_ms: 156730\n- text: Okay, son, all right, Busta! Enough of this shit talkin'!\n  start_ms: 156730\n  end_ms: 162370\n- text: Let's be on our way, 'cause when dis-aster strikes\n  start_ms: 162370\n  end_ms: 166540\n- text: There's gonna be a whole lot of motherfuckers pourin' in\n  start_ms: 166540\n  end_ms: 170780\n- text: Alright, baby, let's go!\n  start_ms: 170780\n  end_ms: 173260\n- text: Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo (Hah!)\n  start_ms: 173260\n  end_ms: 179860\n- text: Ladies and gentlemen\n  start_ms: 179860\n  end_ms: 181940\n- text: Straight from the motherfucking street corner\n  start_ms: 181940\n  end_ms: 185260\n- text: Goin' out to all you motherfuckers across the globe\n  start_ms: 185260\n  end_ms: 189610\n- text: On the return trip\n  start_ms: 189610\n  end_ms: 191490\n- text: It be them niggas, them niggas that live by the code of blood honor (Hoo)\n  start_ms: 191490\n  end_ms: 197130\n- text: My Flipmode niggas! (Hah!) Uh\n  start_ms: 197130\n  end_ms: 202390\n- text: Straight bringin' you that shit, to another extreme (Ohh-aah!)\n  start_ms: 202390\n  end_ms: 207340\n- text: Here to hit you motherfuckers with a strike of disaster!\n  start_ms: 207340\n  end_ms: 212440\n- text: I bring on to you, once again\n  start_ms: 212440\n  end_ms: 216560\n- text: The eighth wonder of the world, my nigga, (Ah!) Busta, Rhymes! (Yeah)\n  start_ms: 216560\n  end_ms: 229120\n- text: And I be, that nigga (Ah!), that live nigga Spliff-a-Spliff! (Ah!)\n  start_ms: 229120\n  end_ms: 236230\n- text: Comin' through right at you wherever the fuck you at!\n  start_ms: 236230\n  end_ms: 239880\n- text: Flipmode is the squad (Ahh!) comin' through right at you wherever the fuck you at!\n  start_ms: 239880\n  end_ms: 246160\n- text: Oh! (Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!)\n  start_ms: 246160\n  end_ms: 270940\n- text: Ayo, cut my shit off (Cut my shit off), cut it off\n  start_ms: 270940\n  end_ms: 273580\n- text: Eheheh-eheheheheheheheh\n  start_ms: 273580\n  end_ms: 279580\n- text: Here we go again, motherfuckers\n  start_ms: 279580\n  end_ms: 281750\n- text: Eh-heh, let's start this shit\n  start_ms: 281750\n  end_ms: 284810\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 284810\nplain: |\n  -- Synced by NoMan --\n  As we approach the current time frame of 1997\n  With approximately two and a half years before the year 2000\n  Repeatedly it has been reported that there will be a time soon approaching\n  That a major disaster will be striking all levels of existence!\n  It has also been reported that this disastrous thing will be approaching\n  In the form of many!\n  Many as in squad, squad as in Flipmode Squad!\n  It has also been reported that everyone out of the many will strike\n  But this particular motherfucker will strike with an unmeasurable blast!\n  And will fuck up everything within its 360 degree radius\n  Warning, prepare yourselves, store your food, stack your paper\n  Because when this motherfucker gets here, it's about to get real fucked up for everyone and everything\n  Everywhere!\n\n  Well, Busta Rhymes!\n  Come on over here and let me talk to you, son\n  See now, Dolomite just got back from some shit that you 'bout to be in\n  Well, are you prepared? I hope you are prepared, nigga\n  'Cause you know this is album number two, yes, more bitches than before\n  There'll be more bitches, more and more and more!\n  More thirsty niggas tryin' to get inside yo' shit!\n  Tryin' to throw your whole chemistry off, oh, yes!\n  There's gonna be a lot more money\n  Yes! A lot more money than before\n  Though, son, don't you worry about none of that shit\n  All you gotta do is just slap your dick in the mouth of these bitches\n  That don't wanna act right!\n  And put a hot one in any motherfucker that wants to get in the way of this power move shit right here!\n  Okay, son, all right, Busta! Enough of this shit talkin'!\n  Let's be on our way, 'cause when dis-aster strikes\n  There's gonna be a whole lot of motherfuckers pourin' in\n  Alright, baby, let's go!\n\n  Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo (Hah!)\n  Ladies and gentlemen\n  Straight from the motherfucking street corner\n  Goin' out to all you motherfuckers across the globe\n  On the return trip\n  It be them niggas, them niggas that live by the code of blood honor (Hoo)\n  My Flipmode niggas! (Hah!) Uh\n  Straight bringin' you that shit, to another extreme (Ohh-aah!)\n  Here to hit you motherfuckers with a strike of disaster!\n  I bring on to you, once again\n  The eighth wonder of the world, my nigga, (Ah!) Busta, Rhymes! (Yeah)\n  And I be, that nigga (Ah!), that live nigga Spliff-a-Spliff! (Ah!)\n  Comin' through right at you wherever the fuck you at!\n  Flipmode is the squad (Ahh!) comin' through right at you wherever the fuck you at!\n  Oh! (Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!)\n  Ayo, cut my shit off (Cut my shit off), cut it off\n\n  Eheheh-eheheheheheheheh\n  Here we go again, motherfuckers\n  Eh-heh, let's start this shit\n"},{"id":11066141,"name":"Legend (intro)","trackName":"Legend (intro)","artistName":"DJ Kay Slay","albumName":"Hip Hop Frontline","duration":47.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Kay Slay, you know why I called you here today?\nI have no fuckin' idea, man\nWell you a legend, brother\nAnd you talkin' 'bout leavin' the game?\nYo man, I been hip-hop since day one\nI'm hip-hop frontline\nThese mother fuckers don't respect shit anymore, man\nYo, you been through it all, man\nYou were all city king of grafitti\nBreak dancin', DJin' out in the park, man\nI know your story, emceein'\nAnd you got full knowledge of self\nYou got all the elements of hip-hop\nBut you forgettin' the most important one\nAnd what's that?\nThat's Kay Slayin' 'cause you slayin' the game\nAnd you stayin' in this mother fucker\nThey don't respect shit anymore, man, I'm tryin' to tell you!\nYo, I don't give a fuck!\nYou gonna stay and you gonna kill the game!\nKill this mother fuckin' game!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Legend (intro)\n  artist: DJ Kay Slay\n  album: Hip Hop Frontline\n  duration_ms: 47000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Kay Slay, you know why I called you here today?\n  I have no fuckin' idea, man\n  Well you a legend, brother\n  And you talkin' 'bout leavin' the game?\n  Yo man, I been hip-hop since day one\n  I'm hip-hop frontline\n  These mother fuckers don't respect shit anymore, man\n  Yo, you been through it all, man\n  You were all city king of grafitti\n  Break dancin', DJin' out in the park, man\n  I know your story, emceein'\n  And you got full knowledge of self\n  You got all the elements of hip-hop\n  But you forgettin' the most important one\n  And what's that?\n  That's Kay Slayin' 'cause you slayin' the game\n  And you stayin' in this mother fucker\n  They don't respect shit anymore, man, I'm tryin' to tell you!\n  Yo, I don't give a fuck!\n  You gonna stay and you gonna kill the game!\n  Kill this mother fuckin' game!\n"},{"id":25573851,"name":"Intro","trackName":"Intro","artistName":"Various Artists","albumName":"DJ Kay Slay-Straight Stuntin' (Hosted By Simorah)","duration":21.890612,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Well, well\nOnce again it's your announcer\nB-Down\nI'm taking you on a journey from the flatlands of Oaktown\nTo the rolling hills of Fremont, and beyond\n\nIt's during this trip, during this journey\nYou'll be transported\nTaken on a ride to a world in which\nOnly true macks and OGs exist\nTo a spot where only one man can rule\nOr reign superior\n\nIt's in this place that dwells one of the truest of macks\nA street soldier, definitely on a mission\nA mission that many had believed to be impossible to repeat\nYeah\n\nBut now's the time that we release a brand new funk\nA funk that can only be brought to the forefront by a true player\nA king of the mack daddies\nThe ultimate OG\nHammer, the Funky Headhunter\n\nYo, what's up, baby boy, yeah\nThe Hammer's definitely in the house\nI'm returning to claim the fame, the funk, and the true mackin', yeah\nSo all you wannabe roughnecks and wannabe macks\nHa, ha, ha\nStick yourselves\nYeah\n\nI heard everything you said\nHammer this, Hammer that\nYeah, I heard all that, it's all good\nBut I'm to break you off somethin' real proper\n\nSo make room for the Funky Headhunter\nOr better yet, don't make room\nI'ma take mine\nI took everything from you anyway, yeah\nTwenty-five million records\nTwenty countries and got love from a hundred million\nYou know you can't fade it, ha ha\n\nAnd now\nI'ma do it like this, yeah\nLike this","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Intro\n  artist: Various Artists\n  album: DJ Kay Slay-Straight Stuntin' (Hosted By Simorah)\n  duration_ms: 21891\n  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macks\n  Ha, ha, ha\n  Stick yourselves\n  Yeah\n\n  I heard everything you said\n  Hammer this, Hammer that\n  Yeah, I heard all that, it's all good\n  But I'm to break you off somethin' real proper\n\n  So make room for the Funky Headhunter\n  Or better yet, don't make room\n  I'ma take mine\n  I took everything from you anyway, yeah\n  Twenty-five million records\n  Twenty countries and got love from a hundred million\n  You know you can't fade it, ha ha\n\n  And now\n  I'ma do it like this, yeah\n  Like this\n"},{"id":33538795,"name":"Intro (feat. Sauce Money)","trackName":"Intro (feat. Sauce Money)","artistName":"DJ Kay Slay","albumName":"The Soul Controller","duration":215.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"It's DJ Kay Slay, the drama king\nThe soul controller\nIt was a time that I had stepped away from the culture\nI was soulless and confused with life\nBut in 1990 I decided to return and the culture helped restore my soul\nHip-hop saved my life\nSo just know when I say I'm doing it for the culture\nIt's not business, it's personal\nSauce Money\nStreet sweeper\nHistory\nYou know the vibes\n\nI'm the lottery pick of the litter, give niggas a lot of me\nNicer than him, shit forget it, niggas you gotta be\nBullshit and kiddin' yourself\nI never ever heard you spit at yourself\nTherefore, you can't lie to me\nGrab your strap, take two pulls, and get high as me\nBK to the death, who's ready to ride with me?\nPart two but this time, it's a rivalry\nCasualties of war, you die, it's alright with me\nFor the life of me, fuck whoever's liking me\nLong as the fifth ebony, the white Benz ivory\nWeed smoke from the dread got me feeling irie\nI and I and all that, just pass the ganja to me\nI know quite a few hoes who really desire me\nTrick a few ends, keep me fresh, try to designer me\nFuck labels talking 'bout signing me\nNigga I'm low, first nigga ever see me should get a finder's fee\n\nFor coins, I give you the brutal street version\nLike Donald Goines, four fifth by the loins\nMy excursion, got me mixing Privilege, Henny and Bourbon\nMove with a million killers, riding dirty and swerving\n\nIf you don't lead with your head, you gon' leave out feet first\nGot shooters for days to send you a week's worth\nLyrically I leave earth, similar to when heat burst\nEach verse belongs in the Smithsonian\nTwenty years forever to go, me and the homie and\nDon't believe in my big talk? Well I could show you then\nWriting exact when I subtract you new actors\nRepent, 'cause I done sent the Maker quite a few rappers\nYou're harmless, honestly you better harness\nEnergy to keep your hands off me, I'm never armless\nMind is ample, got a million lines to sample\nName is neon, I'm so Dion, prime example\nRhymes you do peep when I find a new beat\nThe bounce is so crazy I need ninety-two feet\nYou niggas could never be a deterrent\nConsecutively criminal with the flow, nigga I'm concurrent\nStill off the hinges, these type of binges\nThey force you to splurge until there's a surge in syringes\nAnd no we not equal, I don't even see you\nAnd we ain't come together so it's nothing for me to leave you\n\nFor coins, I give you the brutal street version\nLike Donald Goines, four fifth by the loins\nMy excursion, got me mixing Privilege, Henny and Bourbon\nMove with a million killers, riding dirty and swerving\n\nSystemic, perennial, blow up bread\nI pay for it to go through, not over your head\nI keep it raw, I'm here to seek a war\nTake your pick, I'm either or\nKiller I'm even iller than me before\nAnd I ain't even near the max\nI want y'all to hear the facts\nHow I turn legends to disappearing acts\nCurtis bodies is white lines\nUnderground king of the pipeline\nIt's the right time\nMore 9s than a cat got lifelines\nWhat team moving through the night life like mines?\nBlack shirts put you on the track but don't write rhymes\nYou in the land of the lost and soon you're gone\nYou need a man of the cloth when I move a pawn\n'Cause I leave every jam rocked like I'm Junya Gong\nWho's the don that's down with the king if he's cutting a check?\nIf not, trust we unbutton his neck\n\nFor coins, I give you the brutal street version\nLike Donald Goines, four fifth by the loins\nMy excursion, got me mixing Privilege, Henny and Bourbon\nMove with a million killers, riding dirty and swerving","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Intro (feat. Sauce Money)\n  artist: DJ Kay Slay\n  album: The Soul Controller\n  duration_ms: 215000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  It's DJ Kay Slay, the drama king\n  The soul controller\n  It was a time that I had stepped away from the culture\n  I was soulless and confused with life\n  But in 1990 I decided to return and the culture helped restore my soul\n  Hip-hop saved my life\n  So just know when I say I'm doing it for the culture\n  It's not business, it's personal\n  Sauce Money\n  Street sweeper\n  History\n  You know the vibes\n\n  I'm the lottery pick of the litter, give niggas a lot of me\n  Nicer than him, shit forget it, niggas you gotta be\n  Bullshit and kiddin' yourself\n  I never ever heard you spit at yourself\n  Therefore, you can't lie to me\n  Grab your strap, take two pulls, and get high as me\n  BK to the death, who's ready to ride with me?\n  Part two but this time, it's a rivalry\n  Casualties of war, you die, it's alright with me\n  For the life of me, fuck whoever's liking me\n  Long as the fifth ebony, the white Benz ivory\n  Weed smoke from the dread got me feeling irie\n  I and I and all that, just pass the ganja to me\n  I know quite a few hoes who really desire me\n  Trick a few ends, keep me fresh, try to designer me\n  Fuck labels talking 'bout signing me\n  Nigga I'm low, first nigga ever see me should get a finder's fee\n\n  For coins, I give you the brutal street version\n  Like Donald Goines, four fifth by the loins\n  My excursion, got me mixing Privilege, Henny and Bourbon\n  Move with a million killers, riding dirty and swerving\n\n  If you don't lead with your head, you gon' leave out feet first\n  Got shooters for days to send you a week's worth\n  Lyrically I leave earth, similar to when heat burst\n  Each verse belongs in the Smithsonian\n  Twenty years forever to go, me and the homie and\n  Don't believe in my big talk? Well I could show you then\n  Writing exact when I subtract you new actors\n  Repent, 'cause I done sent the Maker quite a few rappers\n  You're harmless, honestly you better harness\n  Energy to keep your hands off me, I'm never armless\n  Mind is ample, got a million lines to sample\n  Name is neon, I'm so Dion, prime example\n  Rhymes you do peep when I find a new beat\n  The bounce is so crazy I need ninety-two feet\n  You niggas could never be a deterrent\n  Consecutively criminal with the flow, nigga I'm concurrent\n  Still off the hinges, these type of binges\n  They force you to splurge until there's a surge in syringes\n  And no we not equal, I don't even see you\n  And we ain't come together so it's nothing for me to leave you\n\n  For coins, I give you the brutal street version\n  Like Donald Goines, four fifth by the loins\n  My excursion, got me mixing Privilege, Henny and Bourbon\n  Move with a million killers, riding dirty and swerving\n\n  Systemic, perennial, blow up bread\n  I pay for it to go through, not over your head\n  I keep it raw, I'm here to seek a war\n  Take your pick, I'm either or\n  Killer I'm even iller than me before\n  And I ain't even near the max\n  I want y'all to hear the facts\n  How I turn legends to disappearing acts\n  Curtis bodies is white lines\n  Underground king of the pipeline\n  It's the right time\n  More 9s than a cat got lifelines\n  What team moving through the night life like mines?\n  Black shirts put you on the track but don't write rhymes\n  You in the land of the lost and soon you're gone\n  You need a man of the cloth when I move a pawn\n  'Cause I leave every jam rocked like I'm Junya Gong\n  Who's the don that's down with the king if he's cutting a check?\n  If not, trust we unbutton his neck\n\n  For coins, I give you the brutal street version\n  Like Donald Goines, four fifth by the loins\n  My excursion, got me mixing Privilege, Henny and Bourbon\n  Move with a million killers, riding dirty and swerving\n"},{"id":12473224,"name":"Intro","trackName":"Intro","artistName":"Cam'ron, DJ Kay Slay","albumName":"Come Home With Me","duration":165.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Uh, how y'all doing out there?\nI wanna welcome y'all back\nWelcome some of y'all for the first time, huh? Killa\nWe did it again, y'all don't fuck with us\nSuck a dick man, ayo Jones, what's good?\nSantana, Freekey\nThey gon' be mad this time, huh?\nAyo I got my man Kay Slay up in the house\nHarlem, you know what it is, what's good?\n\nYou know how we get down, East side, El BARRIO\n\nEl Barrio up in this bitch, ayo Kay\nThis bitch blowing up my motherfucking phone right now\nMan, fuck, hold up, hol', yo man\n\nYo son\n\nWhat's good?\n\nI gotta tell you like my dog told me\nWhen you meet a chick, you gotsta straight slap her\n\nSlap her?\n\nYeah, when you first meet her, just slap her\n\nOff the bat?\n\nOff the bat, just backhand her\n\nWhy's that, though?\n\nCause later on down the line\nYou ain't never gotsta to worry about\nThat chick telling you --\n\"Cam, you don't treat me the way you used to\"\n\nThat's what I'm saying, nigga\nBut see the thing is with me\nI don't understand how a bitch can go out\nRain, sleet, snow, fuck, suck whoever\nAnd then go give another nigga her fucking money\nKnahmean?\n\nNah Cam, you gotta understand\nThat's cause ya game is tight\n\nOh, nah, not me Ka', I'm talking about another nigga\nI know my game is tight, nigga, knowhamean?\nWe getting ready set this shit the fuck off\nJones, where we at, huh? Harlem, Harlem, Harlem...\n\nYo, yo, I advise you to step son\n'Fore I fuck your moms, make you my stepson\nY'all be calling me daddy, cause\nThe Rag Muffin y'all soon say\nY'all fuck around with brother Num-say\nY'all gon' see doomsday\nI'm a savage but colder\nNow I rock karats that I'm older\nSee this parrot on my shoulder?\nHe do the talking, I ain't concerned with words\nAct up, and be returned to the birds\nI return with them birds, any 28 grams\nA bitch that I touch, pretty much turns to birds\nI be in Miami, Boca Raton, poking your moms\nHer and ya aunt all over the Don\nUsing a dope then I'm gone, back\nCopacabana, no joke I'm bananas\nCops come for dope it's a damper\nI'm low in Atlanta, get hot, go to Savana\nRush the crib, go in the hamper\nDon't follow me, \"Stan-a\"\nIf you do, I'm blowing the hammer\nThat'll rip that vest apart, hit ya chest and heart\nI ain't finished, that's just the start\nYou'll be calling for back up, praying for help\nFuck my life, I'm taking myself\nAll the aching I felt\nIn my crib at night, praying for wealth\nBitches dissing, \"What's the problem ma? I ain't balling?\"\nNow every ten minutes, hoe prank calling\n\nYo Cam, fuck all this rap shit, man\nLet's get down to business, Harlem...","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Intro\n  artist: Cam'ron, DJ Kay Slay\n  album: Come Home With Me\n  duration_ms: 165000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Uh, how y'all doing out there?\n  I wanna welcome y'all back\n  Welcome some of y'all for the first time, huh? Killa\n  We did it again, y'all don't fuck with us\n  Suck a dick man, ayo Jones, what's good?\n  Santana, Freekey\n  They gon' be mad this time, huh?\n  Ayo I got my man Kay Slay up in the house\n  Harlem, you know what it is, what's good?\n\n  You know how we get down, East side, El BARRIO\n\n  El Barrio up in this bitch, ayo Kay\n  This bitch blowing up my motherfucking phone right now\n  Man, fuck, hold up, hol', yo man\n\n  Yo son\n\n  What's good?\n\n  I gotta tell you like my dog told me\n  When you meet a chick, you gotsta straight slap her\n\n  Slap her?\n\n  Yeah, when you first meet her, just slap her\n\n  Off the bat?\n\n  Off the bat, just backhand her\n\n  Why's that, though?\n\n  Cause later on down the line\n  You ain't never gotsta to worry about\n  That chick telling you --\n  \"Cam, you don't treat me the way you used to\"\n\n  That's what I'm saying, nigga\n  But see the thing is with me\n  I don't understand how a bitch can go out\n  Rain, sleet, snow, fuck, suck whoever\n  And then go give another nigga her fucking money\n  Knahmean?\n\n  Nah Cam, you gotta understand\n  That's cause ya game is tight\n\n  Oh, nah, not me Ka', I'm talking about another nigga\n  I know my game is tight, nigga, knowhamean?\n  We getting ready set this shit the fuck off\n  Jones, where we at, huh? Harlem, Harlem, Harlem...\n\n  Yo, yo, I advise you to step son\n  'Fore I fuck your moms, make you my stepson\n  Y'all be calling me daddy, cause\n  The Rag Muffin y'all soon say\n  Y'all fuck around with brother Num-say\n  Y'all gon' see doomsday\n  I'm a savage but colder\n  Now I rock karats that I'm older\n  See this parrot on my shoulder?\n  He do the talking, I ain't concerned with words\n  Act up, and be returned to the birds\n  I return with them birds, any 28 grams\n  A bitch that I touch, pretty much turns to birds\n  I be in Miami, Boca Raton, poking your moms\n  Her and ya aunt all over the Don\n  Using a dope then I'm gone, back\n  Copacabana, no joke I'm bananas\n  Cops come for dope it's a damper\n  I'm low in Atlanta, get hot, go to Savana\n  Rush the crib, go in the hamper\n  Don't follow me, \"Stan-a\"\n  If you do, I'm blowing the hammer\n  That'll rip that vest apart, hit ya chest and heart\n  I ain't finished, that's just the start\n  You'll be calling for back up, praying for help\n  Fuck my life, I'm taking myself\n  All the aching I felt\n  In my crib at night, praying for wealth\n  Bitches dissing, \"What's the problem ma? I ain't balling?\"\n  Now every ten minutes, hoe prank calling\n\n  Yo Cam, fuck all this rap shit, man\n  Let's get down to business, Harlem...\n"},{"id":5927816,"name":"Legend (Intro) [feat. Joseph Sikora]","trackName":"Legend (Intro) [feat. Joseph Sikora]","artistName":"DJ Kay Slay","albumName":"Hip Hop Frontline","duration":47.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Kay Slay, you know why I called you here today?\nI have no fuckin' idea, man\nWell you a legend, brother\nAnd you talkin' 'bout leavin' the game?\nYo man, I been hip-hop since day one\nI'm hip-hop frontline\nThese mother fuckers don't respect shit anymore, man\nYo, you been through it all, man\nYou were all city king of grafitti\nBreak dancin', DJin' out in the park, man\nI know your story, emceein'\nAnd you got full knowledge of self\nYou got all the elements of hip-hop\nBut you forgettin' the most important one\nAnd what's that?\nThat's Kay Slayin' 'cause you slayin' the game\nAnd you stayin' in this mother fucker\nThey don't respect shit anymore, man, I'm tryin' to tell you!\nYo, I don't give a fuck!\nYou gonna stay and you gonna kill the game!\nKill this mother fuckin' game!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Legend (Intro) [feat. Joseph Sikora]\n  artist: DJ Kay Slay\n  album: Hip Hop Frontline\n  duration_ms: 47000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Kay Slay, you know why I called you here today?\n  I have no fuckin' idea, man\n  Well you a legend, brother\n  And you talkin' 'bout leavin' the game?\n  Yo man, I been hip-hop since day one\n  I'm hip-hop frontline\n  These mother fuckers don't respect shit anymore, man\n  Yo, you been through it all, man\n  You were all city king of grafitti\n  Break dancin', DJin' out in the park, man\n  I know your story, emceein'\n  And you got full knowledge of self\n  You got all the elements of hip-hop\n  But you forgettin' the most important one\n  And what's that?\n  That's Kay Slayin' 'cause you slayin' the game\n  And you stayin' in this mother fucker\n  They don't respect shit anymore, man, I'm tryin' to tell you!\n  Yo, I don't give a fuck!\n  You gonna stay and you gonna kill the game!\n  Kill this mother fuckin' game!\n"},{"id":21625352,"name":"Intro","trackName":"Intro","artistName":"Busta Rhymes","albumName":"DJ Kay Slay & Busta Rhymes-Countdown To The Big Bang","duration":69.955918,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Lord have mercy]\nAs we approach the current time frame of 1997.with approximately\nTwo and a half years before the year two thousand. repeatedly it has\nBeen reported that there will be a time soon approaching. that\nMajor disaster will be striking, all levels of existence. it has also been\nReported that this disastrous thing will be approaching in the form of\nMany, many as in squad, squad as in flipmode squad.\nIt has also been reported that everyone out of the many will strike,\nBut this particular motherfucker will strike with an unmeasurable\nBlast and fuck up everything within his 360o radius.\nWarning. prepare yourselves. store your food, stamp your paper,\nBecause when this motherfucker gets here, it's about to get real fucked\nFor everyone and everything, everywhere!\n[Dolomite]\nWell, busta rhymes. come over here and let me talk to you son.\nSee know. dolomite just got back from some shit that you about to\nBe it. well are you prepared, i hope you are prepared nigga, cause\nYou know this is album number two. yes more bitches than before.\nThere'll be more bitches, more and more and more. more thirsty\nNiggas. time to get inside your shit. time to throw your whole\nChemistry off. oh yes, there's gonna be a lot more money. yes a lot\nMore money than before. so son don't you worry about none of that\nShit. all you gotta do is just slap your dick in the mouth of these\nBitches that don't wanna act right, and put a hot one in any\nMotherfucker that wants to get in the way of this powerful shit right\nHere. ok son, all right busta enough of this shit talkin. lets be on our\nWay. cause when disaster strikes there's gonna be a whole lot of\nMotherfuckers pourin in. all right baby, lets go.\n[Spliff star]\nYo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo. ladies and gentlemen. straight from the\nMotherfuckin street corner. goin out to all you motherfuckers\nAcross the globe. on the return trip. it be the niggas. the niggas that\nLive by the code of blood honor. my flipmode niggas, ha. spliff bring\nYou that shit to another extreme. her to hit you motherfuckers with\nA strike of disaster. i bring on to you once again. the eight wonder\nOf the world. my nigga busta rhymes. and i be that nigga, that live\nNigga spliff i spliff comin through right at you were ever the fuck you\nAt. flipmode is da squad comin through right at you were ever the\nFuck you\nAt.\n[Busta rhymes]\nA yo cut my shit off, get it off. a heh a heh, a heh heh.\nHere we go again motherfuckers. a heh, lets start this\nShit.","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Intro\n  artist: Busta Rhymes\n  album: DJ Kay Slay & Busta Rhymes-Countdown To The Big Bang\n  duration_ms: 69956\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Lord have mercy]\n  As we approach the current time frame of 1997.with approximately\n  Two and a half years before the year two thousand. repeatedly it has\n  Been reported that there will be a time soon approaching. that\n  Major disaster will be striking, all levels of existence. it has also been\n  Reported that this disastrous thing will be approaching in the form of\n  Many, many as in squad, squad as in flipmode squad.\n  It has also been reported that everyone out of the many will strike,\n  But this particular motherfucker will strike with an unmeasurable\n  Blast and fuck up everything within his 360o radius.\n  Warning. prepare yourselves. store your food, stamp your paper,\n  Because when this motherfucker gets here, it's about to get real fucked\n  For everyone and everything, everywhere!\n  [Dolomite]\n  Well, busta rhymes. come over here and let me talk to you son.\n  See know. dolomite just got back from some shit that you about to\n  Be it. well are you prepared, i hope you are prepared nigga, cause\n  You know this is album number two. yes more bitches than before.\n  There'll be more bitches, more and more and more. more thirsty\n  Niggas. time to get inside your shit. time to throw your whole\n  Chemistry off. oh yes, there's gonna be a lot more money. yes a lot\n  More money than before. so son don't you worry about none of that\n  Shit. all you gotta do is just slap your dick in the mouth of these\n  Bitches that don't wanna act right, and put a hot one in any\n  Motherfucker that wants to get in the way of this powerful shit right\n  Here. ok son, all right busta enough of this shit talkin. lets be on our\n  Way. cause when disaster strikes there's gonna be a whole lot of\n  Motherfuckers pourin in. all right baby, lets go.\n  [Spliff star]\n  Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo. ladies and gentlemen. straight from the\n  Motherfuckin street corner. goin out to all you motherfuckers\n  Across the globe. on the return trip. it be the niggas. the niggas that\n  Live by the code of blood honor. my flipmode niggas, ha. spliff bring\n  You that shit to another extreme. her to hit you motherfuckers with\n  A strike of disaster. i bring on to you once again. the eight wonder\n  Of the world. my nigga busta rhymes. and i be that nigga, that live\n  Nigga spliff i spliff comin through right at you were ever the fuck you\n  At. flipmode is da squad comin through right at you were ever the\n  Fuck you\n  At.\n  [Busta rhymes]\n  A yo cut my shit off, get it off. a heh a heh, a heh heh.\n  Here we go again motherfuckers. a heh, lets start this\n  Shit.\n"},{"id":37091299,"name":"Intro","trackName":"Intro","artistName":"Juelz Santana","albumName":"DJ Kay Slay-Celebrity Status 3 (Hosted By Juelz Santana)","duration":41.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Juelz Santana)\nYo who that\n(Ja)\nMe, it's Ja\n\n(Juelz Santana)\nJa, Come in man\nWhat up Ja, what's poppin\n\n(Ja)\nWhat up Uncle Ju Ju\nYou know Im five years old now right\n\n(Juelz Santana)\nYeah I know man you gettin big tell me about it what's good\n\n(Ja)\nIt's crazy man, you know my teacher had the nerve to ask me for your autograph\n\n(Juelz Santana)\nWhat, she asked for my autograph in the class\n\n(Ja)\nI had to tell her man im here to learn this aint the time or the place for that\n\n(Juelz Santana)\nYou crazy man say word\n\n(Ja)\nWord\n\n(Juelz Santana)\nYou a trip lil nigga you know that, what you tell her after that\n\n(Ja)\nI said a dipset bitch\n\n(Juelz Santana)\nA a a, come on man you cant be doin it like that at five man, you got to get another decade with you at least\n\n(Ja)\nYou know that you the only thing they talk about in my school\n\n(Juelz Santana)\nWord\n\n(Ja)\nNot cause you that nigga\n\n(Juelz Santana)\nWhy\n\n(Ja)\nBut bacause im that nigga\nYou all i talk about\n\n(Juelz Santana)\nThat's what's up that's what's up\n\n(Ja)\nSome of the kids can hardly talk\n\n(Juelz Santana)\nYeah word\n\n(Ja)\nThere fore you gotta make it happen\nKnow what im talkin bout\n\n(Juelz Santana)\nYeah yeah i know what you talkin about nigga i know\n\n(Ja)\nWord uncle Ju Ju\n\n(Juelz Santana)\nYo man come on man you gotta stop with that uncle Ju Ju shit man know what i mean\n\n(Ja)\nThat's what i call you, that's what ima keep callin you and let everybody else call you Juelz aight\n\n(Juelz Santana)\nAight\n\n(Ja)\nOther than that I just wanna tell you I love you\n\n(Juelz Santana)\nAww i love you too man\n\n(Ja)\nWo wo wo, dont be gettin all mushy on me man, it's time to do it big, now lets go\n\n(Juelz Santana rapping)\nNow that I've got your attention\n(Repeat x5)\nIm what the games been missing\nWhat you about to witness is something that you haven't been witness'in\nIm what the games been missing","syncedLyrics":"[00:08.14] (Juelz Santana)\n[00:11.77] Yo who that\n[00:13.87] (Ja)\n[00:14.15] Me, it's Ja\n[00:15.86] (Juelz Santana)\n[00:17.06] Ja, Come in man\n[00:18.75] What up Ja, what's poppin\n[00:21.26] (Ja)\n[00:22.22] What up Uncle Ju Ju\n[00:23.59] You know Im five years old now right\n[00:25.53] (Juelz Santana)\n[00:26.05] Yeah I know man you gettin big tell me about it what's good\n[00:29.44] (Ja)\n[00:29.78] It's crazy man, you know my teacher had the nerve to ask me for your autograph\n[00:34.83] (Juelz Santana)\n[00:35.62] What, she asked for my autograph in the class\n[00:38.14] (Ja)\n[00:38.61] I had to tell her man im here to learn this aint the time or the place for that\n[00:43.88] (Juelz Santana)\n[00:45.47] You crazy man say word\n[00:47.62] (Ja)\n[00:47.83] Word\n[00:49.32] (Juelz Santana)\n[00:49.81] You a trip lil nigga you know that, what you tell her after that\n[00:52.29] (Ja)\n[00:52.41] I said a dipset bitch\n[00:54.43] (Juelz Santana)\n[00:54.67] A a a, come on man you cant be doin it like that at five man, you got to get another decade with you at least\n[00:59.95] (Ja)\n[01:00.12] You know that you the only thing they talk about in my school\n[01:03.72] 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Holy smokin gun holsters back and do it again\nMake diamonds out of coal and leave you with gems\nIrratic emphatically master a logic dramatically\nHow I feel like a opacity this is so catistrophic (RAAAAARRRRR!!!!)\nReturn of the villian the dungeon dragon is back to kill 'em\nI know that you missin my closin a victim\nNow watch me zero in on you niggas, beam the search light on you bastards\nAnd watch you get blasted I got you and after\nI'm finished with holdin I got you rollin contollin the masses\nAnd once I'm finished patrollin them golden lyrics is blastin\nBy a nigga that insisted on givin it to you fresh from the skillet\nImpressionable I address you and kill it!!!\nLet me wild on you niggas again (GET 'EM!!!!)\nAnd set the record straight (YEAH!!!) This is how we do to the end\nJust remember who are handlin biz\nAnd when it's all said and done as long as you know who the God of this is\nYou see me in the flesh ressurectin the feelin\nDon't you know what you startin salute me like Selassie, Malcolm and Martin\nCheck me let me spit and roll up a rizzla, sizzle up the block\nJust like the reggae artist now they callin me Sizzla\nDillinger dominate killin and bombin it manufacture crack for the hood\nTill it scranble brains and serve 'em as omelets (OH!!!!!)\nAnd keep a truck load of heat\nAnd make the hood wanna wake up and shatter the globe make the earth wanna shake up\nChrome heart spirited diamond I'm merciless mental a body of steel\nIs worst on a injury you probably should chill\nAnd listen 'fore I leave niggas shitless you must be foolish or stupid\nTo ever think that you could conquor this greatness you hate this\nWhatever the problem we handle our business\nWhatever the budget, niggas up in the street respect it and love it (YEAH!!!)\nRemember who's been always holdin down the fort\nDon't forget who the greatness has been always carryin the torch\nAMEN!!!!!!!!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Intro\n  artist: DJ Kay Slay feat. Outlawz\n  album: The Big Brother\n  duration_ms: 184000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  WARNING!!!! (WARNING!!!!) WARNING!!!! (WARNING!!!!) WARNING!!!! (WARNING!!!!)\n  THE DRAMA KING IS IN THE BUILDING!!!! THE DRAMA KING IS IN THE BUILDING!!!\n\n  I HOPE Y'ALL NIGGAS SEE WHAT'S GOIN ON HERE!!!!\n  YEAH! KAY SLAY!!!! BUSTA RHYMES NIGGA!!!!\n  ALBUM NUMBER FOUR BIG HOMEY!!!!\n  AND LET ME EXPLAIN TO 'EM WHY YOUR SO MUCH MORE THAN A DJ!!!!\n\n  Look!!!! Check!!! Holy smokin gun holsters back and do it again\n  Make diamonds out of coal and leave you with gems\n  Irratic emphatically master a logic dramatically\n  How I feel like a opacity this is so catistrophic (RAAAAARRRRR!!!!)\n  Return of the villian the dungeon dragon is back to kill 'em\n  I know that you missin my closin a victim\n  Now watch me zero in on you niggas, beam the search light on you bastards\n  And watch you get blasted I got you and after\n  I'm finished with holdin I got you rollin contollin the masses\n  And once I'm finished patrollin them golden lyrics is blastin\n  By a nigga that insisted on givin it to you fresh from the skillet\n  Impressionable I address you and kill it!!!\n  Let me wild on you niggas again (GET 'EM!!!!)\n  And set the record straight (YEAH!!!) This is how we do to the end\n  Just remember who are handlin biz\n  And when it's all said and done as long as you know who the God of this is\n  You see me in the flesh ressurectin the feelin\n  Don't you know what you startin salute me like Selassie, Malcolm and Martin\n  Check me let me spit and roll up a rizzla, sizzle up the block\n  Just like the reggae artist now they callin me Sizzla\n  Dillinger dominate killin and bombin it manufacture crack for the hood\n  Till it scranble brains and serve 'em as omelets (OH!!!!!)\n  And keep a truck load of heat\n  And make the hood wanna wake up and shatter the globe make the earth wanna shake up\n  Chrome heart spirited diamond I'm merciless mental a body of steel\n  Is worst on a injury you probably should chill\n  And listen 'fore I leave niggas shitless you must be foolish or stupid\n  To ever think that you could conquor this greatness you hate this\n  Whatever the problem we handle our business\n  Whatever the budget, niggas up in the street respect it and love it (YEAH!!!)\n  Remember who's been always holdin down the fort\n  Don't forget who the greatness has been always carryin the torch\n  AMEN!!!!!!!!\n"},{"id":5927815,"name":"Legend (Intro)","trackName":"Legend (Intro)","artistName":"DJ Kay Slay feat. 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