[{"id":9523188,"name":"focused daily","trackName":"focused daily","artistName":"Defari","albumName":"Focused Daily","duration":269.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Sleep on the champ, man, you better read the scouting report\nYou doubtin' this, so I connect wit Mr. Alchemist\nThe Soul Assassin, straight blastin', bringin' heat\nYou marvel at my connects, wonderin' why you can't compete\n\nYou're not competitive, you're more like a sedative\nYou put me to sleep wit each line, are you the bed time kid?\nYet in still, I remain crisp like newly printed bills\nAnd watch for those money-hungry\n\nAnita Hill's lyrics are effortless\nNo matter how stormy the weather gets\nThose who know me like Kobe say, \"He's proliferate\"\nThe gifted kid, focused like triangular pushups\nWhy you claim to be hard when you a buttercup?\n\nI fuck shit up, stutter step wit action packed mag\nDon't pull no crap, just hit the track like a fullback\nLead block, don't mistake this for no pop rap, pop\nBut that raw deal feel that real hip hop\n\nWe straight serious in this\nThe thicker the weather gets\nIt's serious business\nFocused Daily\n\nWe straight serious in this\nThe thicker the weather gets\nIt's serious business\nFocused Daily\n\nWe straight serious in this\nThe thicker the weather gets\nIt's serious business\nFocused Daily\n\nWe straight serious in this\nThe thicker the weather gets\nIt's serious business\nFocused Daily\n\nI'm twelve inches, get under skins like splinters\nWatch my blind side, catch an elbow to the dentures\nNever drop dimes, I'd rather save expenses\nEvidence, I'm the intense, pressure makes key decisions\n\nThis track hits like Sonny Liston for the Alchemist\nWill someone give me an award, illest vocalist?\nI'll come wack when L.L. loses the hat\nBetter yet, catch me wit Feds when Jordan grows dreds\n\nI own scissors for clones, kill mics and mega phones\nLoud be me or beat King Shamiq and do it to the crowd\nI throw bucks under Daly like Chuck\nAlways focused, Evidence, yo, here's a notice\n\nOf eviction, time to leave the premises\nThis albums is incredible, less are arch nemesis\nI feel better 'cuz I spoke my peace\n'Bout to cop a twine sack and smoke that piece\n\nWe straight serious in this\nThe thicker the weather gets\nIt's serious business\nFocused Daily\n\nWe straight serious in this\nThe thicker the weather gets\nIt's serious business\nFocused Daily\n\nWe straight serious in this\nThe thicker the weather gets\nIt's serious business\nFocused Daily\n\nWe straight serious in this\nThe thicker the weather gets\nIt's serious business\nFocused Daily\n\nWe straight serious in this\nThe thicker the weather gets\nIt's serious business\nFocused Daily\n\nMy lyrical's unparallel\nYou couldn't even catch a line if I called you on your cheap cell\nRing in your ear, crisp and clear\nThis nigga, Defari's marvelous like Chinese New Year\n\nOccasions, leavin' brains battered, bruised and blazin'\nA statesman in the sun, Herut, the L.A. shogun\nShow some, show many that lyrics are plated for\nI'm here to last, in the late night more longer than Arsenio\n\nDefari, diamond in the rough wit hot stuff\nSo many niggas claim that they focused but that's a fuckin' bluff\nOr a lie, you can't lie to a man with a third eye\nI'm in tune wit this shit like when the birds fly\n\nIt's not enough to be focused just in the mind\nLike the locust, I swarm physically plus mentally\nWhich means completely, I connect wit the drums\nThere's grown men here wit seriousness, this ain't no play for fun\n\nWe straight serious in this\nThe thicker the weather gets\nIt's serious business\nFocused Daily\n\nWe straight serious in this\nThe thicker the weather gets\nIt's serious business\nFocused Daily\n\nWe straight serious in this\nThe thicker the weather gets\nIt's serious business\nFocused Daily\n\nWe straight serious in this\nThe thicker the weather gets\nIt's serious business\nFocused Daily\n\nWe straight serious in this\nWhen I rock straight kids rejoice\nFocused Daily\n\nWe straight serious in this\nWhen I rock straight kids rejoice\nFocused Daily\n\nCut and scratched\nWhen I rock straight kids rejoice\nDefari, Defari, Defari\nDefari, Defari, Defari","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: focused daily\n  artist: Defari\n  album: Focused Daily\n  duration_ms: 269000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Sleep on the champ, man, you better read the scouting report\n  You doubtin' this, so I connect wit Mr. Alchemist\n  The Soul Assassin, straight blastin', bringin' heat\n  You marvel at my connects, wonderin' why you can't compete\n\n  You're not competitive, you're more like a sedative\n  You put me to sleep wit each line, are you the bed time kid?\n  Yet in still, I remain crisp like newly printed bills\n  And watch for those money-hungry\n\n  Anita Hill's lyrics are effortless\n  No matter how stormy the weather gets\n  Those who know me like Kobe say, \"He's proliferate\"\n  The gifted kid, focused like triangular pushups\n  Why you claim to be hard when you a buttercup?\n\n  I fuck shit up, stutter step wit action packed mag\n  Don't pull no crap, just hit the track like a fullback\n  Lead block, don't mistake this for no pop rap, pop\n  But that raw deal feel that real hip hop\n\n  We straight serious in this\n  The thicker the weather gets\n  It's serious business\n  Focused Daily\n\n  We straight serious in this\n  The thicker the weather gets\n  It's serious business\n  Focused Daily\n\n  We straight serious in this\n  The thicker the weather gets\n  It's serious business\n  Focused Daily\n\n  We straight serious in this\n  The thicker the weather gets\n  It's serious business\n  Focused Daily\n\n  I'm twelve inches, get under skins like splinters\n  Watch my blind side, catch an elbow to the dentures\n  Never drop dimes, I'd rather save expenses\n  Evidence, I'm the intense, pressure makes key decisions\n\n  This track hits like Sonny Liston for the Alchemist\n  Will someone give me an award, illest vocalist?\n  I'll come wack when L.L. loses the hat\n  Better yet, catch me wit Feds when Jordan grows dreds\n\n  I own scissors for clones, kill mics and mega phones\n  Loud be me or beat King Shamiq and do it to the crowd\n  I throw bucks under Daly like Chuck\n  Always focused, Evidence, yo, here's a notice\n\n  Of eviction, time to leave the premises\n  This albums is incredible, less are arch nemesis\n  I feel better 'cuz I spoke my peace\n  'Bout to cop a twine sack and smoke that piece\n\n  We straight serious in this\n  The thicker the weather gets\n  It's serious business\n  Focused Daily\n\n  We straight serious in this\n  The thicker the weather gets\n  It's serious business\n  Focused Daily\n\n  We straight serious in this\n  The thicker the weather gets\n  It's serious business\n  Focused Daily\n\n  We straight serious in this\n  The thicker the weather gets\n  It's serious business\n  Focused Daily\n\n  We straight serious in this\n  The thicker the weather gets\n  It's serious business\n  Focused Daily\n\n  My lyrical's unparallel\n  You couldn't even catch a line if I called you on your cheap cell\n  Ring in your ear, crisp and clear\n  This nigga, Defari's marvelous like Chinese New Year\n\n  Occasions, leavin' brains battered, bruised and blazin'\n  A statesman in the sun, Herut, the L.A. shogun\n  Show some, show many that lyrics are plated for\n  I'm here to last, in the late night more longer than Arsenio\n\n  Defari, diamond in the rough wit hot stuff\n  So many niggas claim that they focused but that's a fuckin' bluff\n  Or a lie, you can't lie to a man with a third eye\n  I'm in tune wit this shit like when the birds fly\n\n  It's not enough to be focused just in the mind\n  Like the locust, I swarm physically plus mentally\n  Which means completely, I connect wit the drums\n  There's grown men here wit seriousness, this ain't no play for fun\n\n  We straight serious in this\n  The thicker the weather gets\n  It's serious business\n  Focused Daily\n\n  We straight serious in this\n  The thicker the weather gets\n  It's serious business\n  Focused Daily\n\n  We straight serious in this\n  The thicker the weather gets\n  It's serious business\n  Focused Daily\n\n  We straight serious in this\n  The thicker the weather gets\n  It's serious business\n  Focused Daily\n\n  We straight serious in this\n  When I rock straight kids rejoice\n  Focused Daily\n\n  We straight serious in this\n  When I rock straight kids rejoice\n  Focused Daily\n\n  Cut and scratched\n  When I rock straight kids rejoice\n  Defari, Defari, Defari\n  Defari, Defari, Defari\n"},{"id":9482366,"name":"Focused Daily feat. Evidence","trackName":"Focused Daily feat. Evidence","artistName":"Defari","albumName":"Focused Daily","duration":276.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Sleep on the champ, man you better read the scouting report\nYou doubtin this so I connect wit Mr. Alchemist\nThe Soul Assassin straight blastin, bringin heat\nYou marvel at my connects wonderin why you can't compete\nYou're not competitive, you're more like a sedative\nYou put me to sleep wit each line, are you the bedtime kid?\nYet in still, I remain crisp like newly printed bills\nAnd watch for those money-hungry Anita Hill's\nLyrics are effortless, no matter how stormy the weather gets\nThose who know me like Kobe say \"he's proliferate\"\nThe gifted kid, focused like triangular pushups\nWhy you claim to be hard when you a buttercup?\nI fuck shit up, stutter step wit action packed mag\nDon't pull no crap just hit the track like a fullback\nLead block, don't mistake this for no pop-rap, pop\nBut that raw deal feel, that real hip-hop\n\nWe straight serious in this\nThe thicker the weather gets, it's serious business\nFocused Daily\n\nI'm twelve inches, get under skins like splinters\nWatch my blind side, catch a elbow to the dentures\nNever drop dimes, I'd rather save expenses\nEvidence, I'm the intense, pressure makes key decisions\nThis track hits like Sonny Liston for the Alchemist\nWill someone give me an award, illest vocalist\nI'll come wack when LL loses the hat\nBetter yet, catch me wit Feds when Jordan grows dreds\nI own scissors for clones, kill mics and mega-phones\nLoud, be me or beat King Shamiq, and do it to the crowd\nI throw bucks under Daly like Chuck\nAlways focused, Evidence yo here's a notice\nOf eviction, time to leave the premises\nThis albums is incredible, less are arch-nemesis\nI feel better cuz I spoke my peace\nBout to cop a twine sack and smoke that piece\n\nWe straight serious in this\nThe thicker the weather gets, it's serious business\nFocused Daily\n\nMy lyric-als unparall-el\nYou couldn't even catch a line if I called you on your chip (sup?)\n*Ring* in your ear, crisp and clear\nThis nigga Defari's marvelous like Chinese New Year\nOccasions, leavin brains battered, bruised, and blazin\nA statesman, in the sun, Herut the L.A. shogun\nShow some, show many, that lyrics are plated for\nI'm here to last in the late night, more longer than Arsenio\nDefari, diamond in the rough wit hot stuff\nSo many niggas claim that they focused, but that's a fuckin bluff\nOr a lie, you can't lie to a man with a third eye\nI'm in tune wit this shit, like when the birds fly\nIt's not enough to be focused just in the mind\nLike the locust, I swarm physically plus mentally\nWhich means compeletely, I connect wit the drums\nThere's grown men here wit seriousness, this ain't no play for fun\n\nWe straight serious in this\nThe thicker the weather gets, it's serious business\nFocused Daily\n\nWe straight serious in this\n\"When I rock straight kids rejoice\"\nFocused Daily\nWe straight serious in this\n\"When I rock straight kids rejoice\"\nFocused Daily\n\"When I rock straight kids rejoice\" \"Defari\"","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Focused Daily feat. Evidence\n  artist: Defari\n  album: Focused Daily\n  duration_ms: 276000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Sleep on the champ, man you better read the scouting report\n  You doubtin this so I connect wit Mr. Alchemist\n  The Soul Assassin straight blastin, bringin heat\n  You marvel at my connects wonderin why you can't compete\n  You're not competitive, you're more like a sedative\n  You put me to sleep wit each line, are you the bedtime kid?\n  Yet in still, I remain crisp like newly printed bills\n  And watch for those money-hungry Anita Hill's\n  Lyrics are effortless, no matter how stormy the weather gets\n  Those who know me like Kobe say \"he's proliferate\"\n  The gifted kid, focused like triangular pushups\n  Why you claim to be hard when you a buttercup?\n  I fuck shit up, stutter step wit action packed mag\n  Don't pull no crap just hit the track like a fullback\n  Lead block, don't mistake this for no pop-rap, pop\n  But that raw deal feel, that real hip-hop\n\n  We straight serious in this\n  The thicker the weather gets, it's serious business\n  Focused Daily\n\n  I'm twelve inches, get under skins like splinters\n  Watch my blind side, catch a elbow to the dentures\n  Never drop dimes, I'd rather save expenses\n  Evidence, I'm the intense, pressure makes key decisions\n  This track hits like Sonny Liston for the Alchemist\n  Will someone give me an award, illest vocalist\n  I'll come wack when LL loses the hat\n  Better yet, catch me wit Feds when Jordan grows dreds\n  I own scissors for clones, kill mics and mega-phones\n  Loud, be me or beat King Shamiq, and do it to the crowd\n  I throw bucks under Daly like Chuck\n  Always focused, Evidence yo here's a notice\n  Of eviction, time to leave the premises\n  This albums is incredible, less are arch-nemesis\n  I feel better cuz I spoke my peace\n  Bout to cop a twine sack and smoke that piece\n\n  We straight serious in this\n  The thicker the weather gets, it's serious business\n  Focused Daily\n\n  My lyric-als unparall-el\n  You couldn't even catch a line if I called you on your chip (sup?)\n  *Ring* in your ear, crisp and clear\n  This nigga Defari's marvelous like Chinese New Year\n  Occasions, leavin brains battered, bruised, and blazin\n  A statesman, in the sun, Herut the L.A. shogun\n  Show some, show many, that lyrics are plated for\n  I'm here to last in the late night, more longer than Arsenio\n  Defari, diamond in the rough wit hot stuff\n  So many niggas claim that they focused, but that's a fuckin bluff\n  Or a lie, you can't lie to a man with a third eye\n  I'm in tune wit this shit, like when the birds fly\n  It's not enough to be focused just in the mind\n  Like the locust, I swarm physically plus mentally\n  Which means compeletely, I connect wit the drums\n  There's grown men here wit seriousness, this ain't no play for fun\n\n  We straight serious in this\n  The thicker the weather gets, it's serious business\n  Focused Daily\n\n  We straight serious in this\n  \"When I rock straight kids rejoice\"\n  Focused Daily\n  We straight serious in this\n  \"When I rock straight kids rejoice\"\n  Focused Daily\n  \"When I rock straight kids rejoice\" \"Defari\"\n"},{"id":18602206,"name":"Focused Daily (featuring Evidence of Dilated Peoples)","trackName":"Focused Daily (featuring Evidence of Dilated Peoples)","artistName":"Defari","albumName":"Focused Daily","duration":270.576292,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Sleep on the champ, man, you better read the scouting report\nYou doubtin' this, so I connect wit Mr. Alchemist\nThe Soul Assassin, straight blastin', bringin' heat\nYou marvel at my connects, wonderin' why you can't compete\n\nYou're not competitive, you're more like a sedative\nYou put me to sleep wit each line, are you the bed time kid?\nYet in still, I remain crisp like newly printed bills\nAnd watch for those money-hungry\n\nAnita Hill's lyrics are effortless\nNo matter how stormy the weather gets\nThose who know me like Kobe say, \"He's proliferate\"\nThe gifted kid, focused like triangular pushups\nWhy you claim to be hard when you a buttercup?\n\nI fuck shit up, stutter step wit action packed mag\nDon't pull no crap, just hit the track like a fullback\nLead block, don't mistake this for no pop rap, pop\nBut that raw deal feel that real hip hop\n\nWe straight serious in this\nThe thicker the weather gets\nIt's serious business\nFocused Daily\n\nWe straight serious in this\nThe thicker the weather gets\nIt's serious business\nFocused Daily\n\nWe straight serious in this\nThe thicker the weather gets\nIt's serious business\nFocused Daily\n\nWe straight serious in this\nThe thicker the weather gets\nIt's serious business\nFocused Daily\n\nI'm twelve inches, get under skins like splinters\nWatch my blind side, catch an elbow to the dentures\nNever drop dimes, I'd rather save expenses\nEvidence, I'm the intense, pressure makes key decisions\n\nThis track hits like Sonny Liston for the Alchemist\nWill someone give me an award, illest vocalist?\nI'll come wack when L.L. loses the hat\nBetter yet, catch me wit Feds when Jordan grows dreds\n\nI own scissors for clones, kill mics and mega phones\nLoud be me or beat King Shamiq and do it to the crowd\nI throw bucks under Daly like Chuck\nAlways focused, Evidence, yo, here's a notice\n\nOf eviction, time to leave the premises\nThis albums is incredible, less are arch nemesis\nI feel better 'cuz I spoke my peace\n'Bout to cop a twine sack and smoke that piece\n\nWe straight serious in this\nThe thicker the weather gets\nIt's serious business\nFocused Daily\n\nWe straight serious in this\nThe thicker the weather gets\nIt's serious business\nFocused Daily\n\nWe straight serious in this\nThe thicker the weather gets\nIt's serious business\nFocused Daily\n\nWe straight serious in this\nThe thicker the weather gets\nIt's serious business\nFocused Daily\n\nWe straight serious in this\nThe thicker the weather gets\nIt's serious business\nFocused Daily\n\nMy lyrical's unparallel\nYou couldn't even catch a line if I called you on your cheap cell\nRing in your ear, crisp and clear\nThis nigga, Defari's marvelous like Chinese New Year\n\nOccasions, leavin' brains battered, bruised and blazin'\nA statesman in the sun, Herut, the L.A. shogun\nShow some, show many that lyrics are plated for\nI'm here to last, in the late night more longer than Arsenio\n\nDefari, diamond in the rough wit hot stuff\nSo many niggas claim that they focused but that's a fuckin' bluff\nOr a lie, you can't lie to a man with a third eye\nI'm in tune wit this shit like when the birds fly\n\nIt's not enough to be focused just in the mind\nLike the locust, I swarm physically plus mentally\nWhich means completely, I connect wit the drums\nThere's grown men here wit seriousness, this ain't no play for fun\n\nWe straight serious in this\nThe thicker the weather gets\nIt's serious business\nFocused Daily\n\nWe straight serious in this\nThe thicker the weather gets\nIt's serious business\nFocused Daily\n\nWe straight serious in this\nThe thicker the weather gets\nIt's serious business\nFocused Daily\n\nWe straight serious in this\nThe thicker the weather gets\nIt's serious business\nFocused Daily\n\nWe straight serious in this\nWhen I rock straight kids rejoice\nFocused Daily\n\nWe straight serious in this\nWhen I rock straight kids rejoice\nFocused Daily\n\nCut and scratched\nWhen I rock straight kids rejoice\nDefari, Defari, Defari\nDefari, Defari, Defari","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Focused Daily (featuring Evidence of Dilated Peoples)\n  artist: Defari\n  album: Focused Daily\n  duration_ms: 270576\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Sleep on the champ, man, you better read the scouting report\n  You doubtin' this, so I connect wit Mr. Alchemist\n  The Soul Assassin, straight blastin', bringin' heat\n  You marvel at my connects, wonderin' why you can't compete\n\n  You're not competitive, you're more like a sedative\n  You put me to sleep wit each line, are you the bed time kid?\n  Yet in still, I remain crisp like newly printed bills\n  And watch for those money-hungry\n\n  Anita Hill's lyrics are effortless\n  No matter how stormy the weather gets\n  Those who know me like Kobe say, \"He's proliferate\"\n  The gifted kid, focused like triangular pushups\n  Why you claim to be hard when you a buttercup?\n\n  I fuck shit up, stutter step wit action packed mag\n  Don't pull no crap, just hit the track like a fullback\n  Lead block, don't mistake this for no pop rap, pop\n  But that raw deal feel that real hip hop\n\n  We straight serious in this\n  The thicker the weather gets\n  It's serious business\n  Focused Daily\n\n  We straight serious in this\n  The thicker the weather gets\n  It's serious business\n  Focused Daily\n\n  We straight serious in this\n  The thicker the weather gets\n  It's serious business\n  Focused Daily\n\n  We straight serious in this\n  The thicker the weather gets\n  It's serious business\n  Focused Daily\n\n  I'm twelve inches, get under skins like splinters\n  Watch my blind side, catch an elbow to the dentures\n  Never drop dimes, I'd rather save expenses\n  Evidence, I'm the intense, pressure makes key decisions\n\n  This track hits like Sonny Liston for the Alchemist\n  Will someone give me an award, illest vocalist?\n  I'll come wack when L.L. loses the hat\n  Better yet, catch me wit Feds when Jordan grows dreds\n\n  I own scissors for clones, kill mics and mega phones\n  Loud be me or beat King Shamiq and do it to the crowd\n  I throw bucks under Daly like Chuck\n  Always focused, Evidence, yo, here's a notice\n\n  Of eviction, time to leave the premises\n  This albums is incredible, less are arch nemesis\n  I feel better 'cuz I spoke my peace\n  'Bout to cop a twine sack and smoke that piece\n\n  We straight serious in this\n  The thicker the weather gets\n  It's serious business\n  Focused Daily\n\n  We straight serious in this\n  The thicker the weather gets\n  It's serious business\n  Focused Daily\n\n  We straight serious in this\n  The thicker the weather gets\n  It's serious business\n  Focused Daily\n\n  We straight serious in this\n  The thicker the weather gets\n  It's serious business\n  Focused Daily\n\n  We straight serious in this\n  The thicker the weather gets\n  It's serious business\n  Focused Daily\n\n  My lyrical's unparallel\n  You couldn't even catch a line if I called you on your cheap cell\n  Ring in your ear, crisp and clear\n  This nigga, Defari's marvelous like Chinese New Year\n\n  Occasions, leavin' brains battered, bruised and blazin'\n  A statesman in the sun, Herut, the L.A. shogun\n  Show some, show many that lyrics are plated for\n  I'm here to last, in the late night more longer than Arsenio\n\n  Defari, diamond in the rough wit hot stuff\n  So many niggas claim that they focused but that's a fuckin' bluff\n  Or a lie, you can't lie to a man with a third eye\n  I'm in tune wit this shit like when the birds fly\n\n  It's not enough to be focused just in the mind\n  Like the locust, I swarm physically plus mentally\n  Which means completely, I connect wit the drums\n  There's grown men here wit seriousness, this ain't no play for fun\n\n  We straight serious in this\n  The thicker the weather gets\n  It's serious business\n  Focused Daily\n\n  We straight serious in this\n  The thicker the weather gets\n  It's serious business\n  Focused Daily\n\n  We straight serious in this\n  The thicker the weather gets\n  It's serious business\n  Focused Daily\n\n  We straight serious in this\n  The thicker the weather gets\n  It's serious business\n  Focused Daily\n\n  We straight serious in this\n  When I rock straight kids rejoice\n  Focused Daily\n\n  We straight serious in this\n  When I rock straight kids rejoice\n  Focused Daily\n\n  Cut and scratched\n  When I rock straight kids rejoice\n  Defari, Defari, Defari\n  Defari, Defari, Defari\n"},{"id":30931833,"name":"09.Killing Spree","trackName":"09.Killing Spree","artistName":"Defari","albumName":"Focused Daily","duration":256.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"A different caliber of MC\nThis track is filthy, word to O.J., you make me feel guilty\nof first degree soundbwoy murder\nUnlike anything out of L.A. you ever heard of\nWord up, you play with fire, you'll get burned up\nBest believe that my shit sound the best, when it's turned up\nLoud, mashin down the block suburban style\nEighteen speakers plus kit chromed out\nYo, you think that you fuckin pro?\nOn the low the other night I caught your wack-ass stage show\nOh. boy, you're just a bore\nBut you tell everybody that you're like Busta\nand you got \"Rhymes Galore\"\nMmm mmm mmm, ain't that somethin?\nGot the nerve to call yourself an MC, man you be frontin\nI don't apologize, oh yeah, and uh\ngo back to school, learn some concepts and grammar\nOf yourself, get a hold\nNext time you on stage, use Primatine for some breath control\n(Ha ha ha) But now don't let asthma be the excuse\nYou was definitely doper, when no one knew you\n\n(2X: Defari)\nI'm on a killing spree, murder soundbwoy constantly\nConstantly murder wack MC\nI'm on a killing spree, skill level at maximum\nDem pussy-clat bwoy nah wanna see me\n\n(Defari)\nYou was stone cold lyin by the full wack rhyme writin\nIf I had some gasoline I'd ignite it, with my lighter.\n. BOOM! You combust, cause you disgust me\nWacker than them flat-ass crackers on Three's Company\nYou walk around, mad cause no one's feelin you\nMad at me, cause all your peoples they know my lyrics too\nThey sing along cause my song bumps\non the mix tapes that YOU made, yet and still you try to playa hate\n(What?) You're featherweight, weaker than a paper plate\nLyrically, when compared to me, I know your style is fake\nFraud, manufactures, cheaper than Hyundai\nNow you're hardcore you probably used to be a true nerd guy\nMake up your mind guy, now you're the Mr. Get High guy\nIf you ever step to me you'll think French because you're fuckin fried\nin the mix of my verbal assault fightin sticks\nYou shouldn't gamble cause round for round you can't handle this\n\n(Defari)\nCat was out of pocket, got socked in his jaw\nFell to the floor, that's all she wrote\nBut I wrote rhymes, that burn every time\nOn mad mix shows I got wreck off the mind\nBut what's in a rhyme, if it don't sound tight?\nYou ask me if a lot of rappers are wack man you DAMN right\nWho's to say these brothers from L.A.\nwill take charge like DeBarge and shine, in a special way?\nI say okay, let's get paid\nLet's put this money on Putnam and sip bombays with dis lemonade\nUse, Gatorade to refuel\nelectrolytes after I ignite this mic too\nYo what's my name? 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shops for pay days\n  In strange ways life twists and turn\n  Word to gangstarr in this business skrilla hard to earn\n  I format attack new knack technique\n  Speak with a passion on wax and tape and cd\n  Mad niggas front for paper\n  And switch like a bitch in and out like a cross fader\n  All i know is how to rock shit\n  They say the hotter the mc the hotter the spot get\n  \"lock shit down\"\n\n  It's the coming\n  Of the bionic\n  Defari here to\n  \"lock shit down\" See i got books of lyrics on deck like tash\n  Pocket full of cash ready to bounce rollin' slash\n  Seater and hash\n  Pro tour in the masters\n  Grab the mic flex my wrists and hit like sampres\n  Handle this\n  Make you believe like an evangelist (what?)\n  That real mcs are coming to reclaim los angeles\n  And heres are standing chance\n  To finally get my time to shine\n  In the golden state like sprewell out the hatch\n  \"lock lock\"\n  This heat is hot it make me lock like astronaut\n  Like heru said that shit for my people when we blow spots\n  Pause\n  Freeze\n  My steez rolls like es, v12s, trees and seven seas\n  If you didn't know champ\n  Defari heru is a lowland brother\n  From the likwit camp\n\n  Wack mcs get damaged like civil eyes to savage\n  Sharp lyrics cut deep wounds these niggas need bandages\n  They can't handle this los angeles\n  Relentless pressure\n  Full court measure for measure\n  I'm like piteno a game plan gambino\n  Where every verse starts with defense first like a casino\n  Every minute every hour i use brain power\n  For mr. space shuttle challenger i devour\n  A tower like eiffel\n  Bust off verses like rifles\n  Bust all bullets through flesh unless you're wearing a vest\n  And even then i still enter\n  The human form of a splinter\n  The summer fall spring winter\n  \"lock lock\"\n  Likwit crew member\n  Champion contender\n  Holy like the month of december\n\n  The raw prototype member\n"},{"id":18762614,"name":"405 Friday's","trackName":"405 Friday's","artistName":"Defari","albumName":"Focused Daily","duration":199.6399999,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Aiyyo I think it's time I let 'em know how I gets down\n(what's that?) how we do what we do\nFrom where we from. (what y'all do?)\n\nI hit the freeway on a friday, the highway\nFeelin real good like when the lakers traded vlade\nCould that be sade' in the next lane?\nI see her through my windowpane, I wonder if she knows that cat dwayne\nJohnson, nah probably not\nI'm headed up fairfax north to 'riq's spot\nI, flex the quest for barbecues brews and fifths (what?)\nTrees lift niggaz while other niggaz talk shit\nIt's time to mount up, tonight another show\nGotta let the whole world know how it go strictly professionals\nWe're never amateur, pure like lightning\nWhether on stage, or holdin the page writin\nOr freestylin, on radio frequencies\nLos ange-les, city of scanda-lies, cash and (?)\n\n(defari)\n'voisiers, marniers, 4-0-5 friday's\nPaydays, sunset glazed, down damalay(?)\n'voisiers, marniers, 4-0-5 friday's\nPaydays, sunset glazed, down damalay(?)\n\n(defari)\nAiyyo I'm nice with the ball like paul pierce\nThem brothers, that play for the wood, they somethin fierce\nAhh, to each his own so I choose to maintain\nReady to rock, blow the spot, make it boil like crockpots\n\nI, shot lyrics from a mini-mac cordless\nBroads hear the name, see the frame, and they adore this\nHundred and ninety, nigga known to get lively\nPlus put in work \"between the sheets\" like ron isley\nAt the bar, herut the cognac star\nIce courvoisier, brothers crowd around like seminars\nI'm smooth and ready like telly savales\nLikwit crew, nuff respect to y'all niggaz, we swiggy ballers\n\n(defari)\nI wanna fly the world, like (?)\nFlies, to is-rael, and like ishmael valdez\nI pitch heat, lyrically\nOver rugged beats under the ground, from the mainstream\nSee where I dwells, it's all about skills\nThis mc walk the walk when he talk, plus get on the wheels\nAnd freak new release with 1200 technics\nEvery week, got a hall of fame game, like dominique\nWilkins, yo evidence we sound killin\nMany rippertons word to etchin lab on my building\nYo x, yo youse a raw deal nigga\nBarbershop flex, time to collect figures\nYo (. likwit crew .) me and you\nWe like the treble and bass, straight cousins, here to shake the state\nAlmighty (?), whom of allah blesses me upon\nWe straight keep keep keep it on\n\n() - 2x","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: 405 Friday's\n  artist: Defari\n  album: Focused Daily\n  duration_ms: 199640\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Aiyyo I think it's time I let 'em know how I gets down\n  (what's that?) how we do what we do\n  From where we from. (what y'all do?)\n\n  I hit the freeway on a friday, the highway\n  Feelin real good like when the lakers traded vlade\n  Could that be sade' in the next lane?\n  I see her through my windowpane, I wonder if she knows that cat dwayne\n  Johnson, nah probably not\n  I'm headed up fairfax north to 'riq's spot\n  I, flex the quest for barbecues brews and fifths (what?)\n  Trees lift niggaz while other niggaz talk shit\n  It's time to mount up, tonight another show\n  Gotta let the whole world know how it go strictly professionals\n  We're never amateur, pure like lightning\n  Whether on stage, or holdin the page writin\n  Or freestylin, on radio frequencies\n  Los ange-les, city of scanda-lies, cash and (?)\n\n  (defari)\n  'voisiers, marniers, 4-0-5 friday's\n  Paydays, sunset glazed, down damalay(?)\n  'voisiers, marniers, 4-0-5 friday's\n  Paydays, sunset glazed, down damalay(?)\n\n  (defari)\n  Aiyyo I'm nice with the ball like paul pierce\n  Them brothers, that play for the wood, they somethin fierce\n  Ahh, to each his own so I choose to maintain\n  Ready to rock, blow the spot, make it boil like crockpots\n\n  I, shot lyrics from a mini-mac cordless\n  Broads hear the name, see the frame, and they adore this\n  Hundred and ninety, nigga known to get lively\n  Plus put in work \"between the sheets\" like ron isley\n  At the bar, herut the cognac star\n  Ice courvoisier, brothers crowd around like seminars\n  I'm smooth and ready like telly savales\n  Likwit crew, nuff respect to y'all niggaz, we swiggy ballers\n\n  (defari)\n  I wanna fly the world, like (?)\n  Flies, to is-rael, and like ishmael valdez\n  I pitch heat, lyrically\n  Over rugged beats under the ground, from the mainstream\n  See where I dwells, it's all about skills\n  This mc walk the walk when he talk, plus get on the wheels\n  And freak new release with 1200 technics\n  Every week, got a hall of fame game, like dominique\n  Wilkins, yo evidence we sound killin\n  Many rippertons word to etchin lab on my building\n  Yo x, yo youse a raw deal nigga\n  Barbershop flex, time to collect figures\n  Yo (. likwit crew .) me and you\n  We like the treble and bass, straight cousins, here to shake the state\n  Almighty (?), whom of allah blesses me upon\n  We straight keep keep keep it on\n\n  () - 2x\n"},{"id":18762847,"name":"Keep It on the Rise","trackName":"Keep It on the Rise","artistName":"Defari","albumName":"Focused Daily","duration":252.733333,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I got the funky feel like b real\nI put \"all in your head up\" wit the pure raw skill\nFranklins are my favorite bills\nNo hands my favorite type of windmills\nOnly now and then do i drink champagne\nLike i said in big up i strictly fucks wit covasea\nYou glamorous rappers are too sweet\nWit your rececycled beats and your styles that put me to sleep\nI'd rather listen to some brant green\nAuthentic, not like you, got real meaning\nI'm like the low-ridas, i like the oldies\nYou know songs, like agony and ecstacy by smokey\nYou's a phony, i heard your single\nCorny, like a thirty-second jingle\nHere comes the master of paragraphs on phonographs\nEvery letter, etched and sketched like an ancient tag\nYou know my heiroglyph, i got a higher gift\nYou's a passenger tryin but never be a pilot\n\n2x\n\"aiyyo enough's enough\" Word up, i don't front\nI just keep it on the rise, and give you what you want\n\n(what you need)\nHere, don't fear peep this\nStep inside my mentals, bare witness to a lyricist\nSkilled technician, rhythmous technique\nAdvanced speak, i put mics in condition\nThe streets always like hard beats\nThat shit that make you move your neck when you're in car seats\nMy star fleet, likwit family\nYou sorry, like that game from milton-bradley\nBound by honor, rollin mad bags of skama\nI've never been the one for the jerry springer drama\nNot an actor, just the greastest multiple factor\n\nThis rap game's like a computer, and i'm a hacker\nLinebacker, wit hits that hit like lt\nWatch the blitz, you'll get a joe theisman injury\nWhat's all the glitter gear, meanwhile i wear and tear\nFor fanfare, while you rock eye liner and mascare\n\n4x\n\n(see what you need)\nWhen it comes to real lyrics i know you can't hang\nWord to tash, i'm from killa cali where niggas gangbang\nPlus slang more than words, nouns and verbs\nBut pure crystal lah, lah meazy herbs\nYou couldn't enter the saloon where brothas despise bafoons\nYou're funny-style, this ain't no cartoon\nThis is hard earned dues, word to guru and premier\nI'm more than ten years deep, but now it's my year\n\"aiyyo enough's enough\"\nAiyyo herut's been long overdue\nBut instead these labels and fans have been fuckin wit the likes of you\nYo don't mistake them, i'm not no hater\nJust a truth-sayer, serve when vega woofer shaker\nA plees blower, live show flower\nWit lyrics that'll blaze a whole crowd like a flame thrower\n\n4x\n\n\"aiyyo enough's enough\"\nWord up, i don't front\nI give you what you want, what you need\n(i give you want you want)\n(i don't front) (what you need)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Keep It on the Rise\n  artist: Defari\n  album: Focused Daily\n  duration_ms: 252733\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  I got the funky feel like b real\n  I put \"all in your head up\" wit the pure raw skill\n  Franklins are my favorite bills\n  No hands my favorite type of windmills\n  Only now and then do i drink champagne\n  Like i said in big up i strictly fucks wit covasea\n  You glamorous rappers are too sweet\n  Wit your rececycled beats and your styles that put me to sleep\n  I'd rather listen to some brant green\n  Authentic, not like you, got real meaning\n  I'm like the low-ridas, i like the oldies\n  You know songs, like agony and ecstacy by smokey\n  You's a phony, i heard your single\n  Corny, like a thirty-second jingle\n  Here comes the master of paragraphs on phonographs\n  Every letter, etched and sketched like an ancient tag\n  You know my heiroglyph, i got a higher gift\n  You's a passenger tryin but never be a pilot\n\n  2x\n  \"aiyyo enough's enough\" Word up, i don't front\n  I just keep it on the rise, and give you what you want\n\n  (what you need)\n  Here, don't fear peep this\n  Step inside my mentals, bare witness to a lyricist\n  Skilled technician, rhythmous technique\n  Advanced speak, i put mics in condition\n  The streets always like hard beats\n  That shit that make you move your neck when you're in car seats\n  My star fleet, likwit family\n  You sorry, like that game from milton-bradley\n  Bound by honor, rollin mad bags of skama\n  I've never been the one for the jerry springer drama\n  Not an actor, just the greastest multiple factor\n\n  This rap game's like a computer, and i'm a hacker\n  Linebacker, wit hits that hit like lt\n  Watch the blitz, you'll get a joe theisman injury\n  What's all the glitter gear, meanwhile i wear and tear\n  For fanfare, while you rock eye liner and mascare\n\n  4x\n\n  (see what you need)\n  When it comes to real lyrics i know you can't hang\n  Word to tash, i'm from killa cali where niggas gangbang\n  Plus slang more than words, nouns and verbs\n  But pure crystal lah, lah meazy herbs\n  You couldn't enter the saloon where brothas despise bafoons\n  You're funny-style, this ain't no cartoon\n  This is hard earned dues, word to guru and premier\n  I'm more than ten years deep, but now it's my year\n  \"aiyyo enough's enough\"\n  Aiyyo herut's been long overdue\n  But instead these labels and fans have been fuckin wit the likes of you\n  Yo don't mistake them, i'm not no hater\n  Just a truth-sayer, serve when vega woofer shaker\n  A plees blower, live show flower\n  Wit lyrics that'll blaze a whole crowd like a flame thrower\n\n  4x\n\n  \"aiyyo enough's enough\"\n  Word up, i don't front\n  I give you what you want, what you need\n  (i give you want you want)\n  (i don't front) 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Generations of black people\nNow bust this\n\nAiyyo, I think about this government, three strikes capital punishment\nEnslaved my peoples for four hundred, yeah, plus some\nOften dream of goin' back in time and givin' slaves guns\nSo they can watch the master run\n\nWatch them devil try to get away then clap his back with the shotgun\nI got one, let's cut his head off\nLet's take it to Harriet Tubman, show her that we ready to set it off\nShe get Nat Turner, Nat go get Sojourner\n\nSojourner send a messenger for Touissant L'Ouverture\nThrough the underground railroad we go\nThrough the dark to the edge of forest to meet with Denmark\nVessel, you know he got soldiers ready\n\nReady to kill like lions, in the Serengeti\nSo like a stampede we rush the plantation\nSettin' fire to everything, burn them down like cremation\nNo hesitation, free up the black nation\n\nKill them devils, take his ships and head back for the mainland\nThe game plan, yet and still it's just a dream\nI never forget, in my mind it never leave, aiyyo\n\nI never forget, in my mind it never leave\nThese dreams filled with days of slavery\nNever forget, in my mind it never leave\nThese dreams filled with days of slavery\n\nI never forget, in my mind it never leave\nThese dreams filled with days of slavery\nNever forget, in my mind it never leave\nThese dreams filled with days of slavery\n\nYo, aiyyo, Jamie was a slave\nEvery baby she'd have the master would take away\nShe never seen one long enough to give a name\nEvery time the master would rape, Jamie'd feel ashamed\n\nShe was only fourteen\nViolated, used and abused, far from a queen\nI met Jamie in a dream\nI gave her a brand new M-16 with two magazines\n\nI told her next time he come around\nAct like you want him, get him to lay down\nMake sure that he take off his clothing\nAfter that I want you to fill him up, full of bullet holes\n\nRelease the whole clip, set trip on that motherfucker\nTell him that's for disrespecting you and your mother\nYour grandmother, your great-grandmother\nYour brother your father, in the land they call the mother\n\nNext thing you do is round up all the rest\nStay together and shoot your way to freedom, God bless, aiyyo\n\nI never forget, in my mind it never leave\nThese dreams filled with days of slavery\nNever forget, in my mind it never leave\nThese dreams filled with days of slavery\n\nI never forget, in my mind it never leave\nThese dreams filled with days of slavery\n\nAiyyo, I got DJ Babu in the house\nFrom the world famous, Beat Junkies\nAiyyo, yo, Babs how you feel about this?\nAnd this goes out to all the ancestors\n\nEspecially to my grandmother [unverified]\nThe foundation, rest in peace, love you, grandma","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: These Dreams\n  artist: Defari\n  album: Focused Daily\n  duration_ms: 323760\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Aiyyo, put one in the air for the ancestors, y'know?\n  'Cause without them there'd be no us, that's real\n  There's something on my mind, everyday, all the time\n  It's the legacy, y'know? Generations of black people\n  Now bust this\n\n  Aiyyo, I think about this government, three strikes capital punishment\n  Enslaved my peoples for four hundred, yeah, plus some\n  Often dream of goin' back in time and givin' slaves guns\n  So they can watch the master run\n\n  Watch them devil try to get away then clap his back with the shotgun\n  I got one, let's cut his head off\n  Let's take it to Harriet Tubman, show her that we ready to set it off\n  She get Nat Turner, Nat go get Sojourner\n\n  Sojourner send a messenger for Touissant L'Ouverture\n  Through the underground railroad we go\n  Through the dark to the edge of forest to meet with Denmark\n  Vessel, you know he got soldiers ready\n\n  Ready to kill like lions, in the Serengeti\n  So like a stampede we rush the plantation\n  Settin' fire to everything, burn them down like cremation\n  No hesitation, free up the black nation\n\n  Kill them devils, take his ships and head back for the mainland\n  The game plan, yet and still it's just a dream\n  I never forget, in my mind it never leave, aiyyo\n\n  I never forget, in my mind it never leave\n  These dreams filled with days of slavery\n  Never forget, in my mind it never leave\n  These dreams filled with days of slavery\n\n  I never forget, in my mind it never leave\n  These dreams filled with days of slavery\n  Never forget, in my mind it never leave\n  These dreams filled with days of slavery\n\n  Yo, aiyyo, Jamie was a slave\n  Every baby she'd have the master would take away\n  She never seen one long enough to give a name\n  Every time the master would rape, Jamie'd feel ashamed\n\n  She was only fourteen\n  Violated, used and abused, far from a queen\n  I met Jamie in a dream\n  I gave her a brand new M-16 with two magazines\n\n  I told her next time he come around\n  Act like you want him, get him to lay down\n  Make sure that he take off his clothing\n  After that I want you to fill him up, full of bullet holes\n\n  Release the whole clip, set trip on that motherfucker\n  Tell him that's for disrespecting you and your mother\n  Your grandmother, your great-grandmother\n  Your brother your father, in the land they call the mother\n\n  Next thing you do is round up all the rest\n  Stay together and shoot your way to freedom, God bless, aiyyo\n\n  I never forget, in my mind it never leave\n  These dreams filled with days of slavery\n  Never forget, in my mind it never leave\n  These dreams filled with days of slavery\n\n  I never forget, in my mind it never leave\n  These dreams filled with days of slavery\n\n  Aiyyo, I got DJ Babu in the house\n  From the world famous, Beat Junkies\n  Aiyyo, yo, Babs how you feel about this?\n  And this goes out to all the ancestors\n\n  Especially to my grandmother [unverified]\n  The foundation, rest in peace, love you, grandma\n"},{"id":9482365,"name":"Killing Spree","trackName":"Killing Spree","artistName":"Defari","albumName":"Focused Daily","duration":259.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"A different caliber of MC\nThis track is filthy, word to O.J., you make me feel guilty\nof first degree soundbwoy murder\nUnlike anything out of L.A. you ever heard of\nWord up, you play with fire, you'll get burned up\nBest believe that my shit sound the best, when it's turned up\nLoud, mashin down the block suburban style\nEighteen speakers plus kit chromed out\nYo, you think that you fuckin pro?\nOn the low the other night I caught your wack-ass stage show\nOh. boy, you're just a bore\nBut you tell everybody that you're like Busta\nand you got \"Rhymes Galore\"\nMmm mmm mmm, ain't that somethin?\nGot the nerve to call yourself an MC, man you be frontin\nI don't apologize, oh yeah, and uh\ngo back to school, learn some concepts and grammar\nOf yourself, get a hold\nNext time you on stage, use Primatine for some breath control\n(Ha ha ha) But now don't let asthma be the excuse\nYou was definitely doper, when no one knew you\n\n(2X: Defari)\nI'm on a killing spree, murder soundbwoy constantly\nConstantly murder wack MC\nI'm on a killing spree, skill level at maximum\nDem pussy-clat bwoy nah wanna see me\n\n(Defari)\nYou was stone cold lyin by the full wack rhyme writin\nIf I had some gasoline I'd ignite it, with my lighter.\n. 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You're featherweight, weaker than a paper plate\nLyrically, when compared to me, I know your style is fake\nFraud, manufactures, cheaper than Hyundai\nNow you're hardcore you probably used to be a true nerd guy\nMake up your mind guy, now you're the Mr. Get High guy\nIf you ever step to me you'll think French because you're fuckin fried\nin the mix of my verbal assault fightin sticks\nYou shouldn't gamble cause round for round you can't handle this\n\n(Defari)\nCat was out of pocket, got socked in his jaw\nFell to the floor, that's all she wrote\nBut I wrote rhymes, that burn every time\nOn mad mix shows I got wreck off the mind\nBut what's in a rhyme, if it don't sound tight?\nYou ask me if a lot of rappers are wack man you DAMN right\nWho's to say these brothers from L.A.\nwill take charge like DeBarge and shine, in a special way?\nI say okay, let's get paid\nLet's put this money on Putnam and sip bombays with dis lemonade\nUse, Gatorade to refuel\nelectrolytes after I ignite this mic too\nYo what's my name? Defari Herut\nBy the way since you been askin all these questions\nwho the hell are you?\nI seen your kind before, no lie\nA devil spy, disguised as an ambassador\nYou can't fool the Divine Sun Rule\nWord to blue magic - step right up - and see the Likwit Crew\nHurry hurry, get your tickets, stand in line\nAfter the show it's at the Towers on Sunset and Vine\nMe and my niggaz at the bar sippin Henny\nGot your bitch open all night, as if her name was Denny's\n\n() - 2X","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Killing Spree\n  artist: Defari\n  album: Focused Daily\n  duration_ms: 259000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  A different caliber of MC\n  This track is filthy, word to O.J., you make me feel guilty\n  of first degree soundbwoy murder\n  Unlike anything out of L.A. you ever heard of\n  Word up, you play with fire, you'll get burned up\n  Best believe that my shit sound the best, when it's turned up\n  Loud, mashin down the block suburban style\n  Eighteen speakers plus kit chromed out\n  Yo, you think that you fuckin pro?\n  On the low the other night I caught your wack-ass stage show\n  Oh. boy, you're just a bore\n  But you tell everybody that you're like Busta\n  and you got \"Rhymes Galore\"\n  Mmm mmm mmm, ain't that somethin?\n  Got the nerve to call yourself an MC, man you be frontin\n  I don't apologize, oh yeah, and uh\n  go back to school, learn some concepts and grammar\n  Of yourself, get a hold\n  Next time you on stage, use Primatine for some breath control\n  (Ha ha ha) But now don't let asthma be the excuse\n  You was definitely doper, when no one knew you\n\n  (2X: Defari)\n  I'm on a killing spree, murder soundbwoy constantly\n  Constantly murder wack MC\n  I'm on a killing spree, skill level at maximum\n  Dem pussy-clat bwoy nah wanna see me\n\n  (Defari)\n  You was stone cold lyin by the full wack rhyme writin\n  If I had some gasoline I'd ignite it, with my lighter.\n  . BOOM! You combust, cause you disgust me\n  Wacker than them flat-ass crackers on Three's Company\n  You walk around, mad cause no one's feelin you\n  Mad at me, cause all your peoples they know my lyrics too\n  They sing along cause my song bumps\n  on the mix tapes that YOU made, yet and still you try to playa hate\n  (What?) You're featherweight, weaker than a paper plate\n  Lyrically, when compared to me, I know your style is fake\n  Fraud, manufactures, cheaper than Hyundai\n  Now you're hardcore you probably used to be a true nerd guy\n  Make up your mind guy, now you're the Mr. Get High guy\n  If you ever step to me you'll think French because you're fuckin fried\n  in the mix of my verbal assault fightin sticks\n  You shouldn't gamble cause round for round you can't handle this\n\n  (Defari)\n  Cat was out of pocket, got socked in his jaw\n  Fell to the floor, that's all she wrote\n  But I wrote rhymes, that burn every time\n  On mad mix shows I got wreck off the mind\n  But what's in a rhyme, if it don't sound tight?\n  You ask me if a lot of rappers are wack man you DAMN right\n  Who's to say these brothers from L.A.\n  will take charge like DeBarge and shine, in a special way?\n  I say okay, let's get paid\n  Let's put this money on Putnam and sip bombays with dis lemonade\n  Use, Gatorade to refuel\n  electrolytes after I ignite this mic too\n  Yo what's my name? Defari Herut\n  By the way since you been askin all these questions\n  who the hell are you?\n  I seen your kind before, no lie\n  A devil spy, disguised as an ambassador\n  You can't fool the Divine Sun Rule\n  Word to blue magic - step right up - and see the Likwit Crew\n  Hurry hurry, get your tickets, stand in line\n  After the show it's at the Towers on Sunset and Vine\n  Me and my niggaz at the bar sippin Henny\n  Got your bitch open all night, as if her name was Denny's\n\n  () - 2X\n"},{"id":9523317,"name":"killing spree","trackName":"killing spree","artistName":"Defari","albumName":"Focused Daily","duration":256.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"A different caliber of MC\nThis track is filthy, word to O.J., you make me feel guilty\nof first degree soundbwoy murder\nUnlike anything out of L.A. you ever heard of\nWord up, you play with fire, you'll get burned up\nBest believe that my shit sound the best, when it's turned up\nLoud, mashin down the block suburban style\nEighteen speakers plus kit chromed out\nYo, you think that you fuckin pro?\nOn the low the other night I caught your wack-ass stage show\nOh. boy, you're just a bore\nBut you tell everybody that you're like Busta\nand you got \"Rhymes Galore\"\nMmm mmm mmm, ain't that somethin?\nGot the nerve to call yourself an MC, man you be frontin\nI don't apologize, oh yeah, and uh\ngo back to school, learn some concepts and grammar\nOf yourself, get a hold\nNext time you on stage, use Primatine for some breath control\n(Ha ha ha) But now don't let asthma be the excuse\nYou was definitely doper, when no one knew you\n\n(2X: Defari)\nI'm on a killing spree, murder soundbwoy constantly\nConstantly murder wack MC\nI'm on a killing spree, skill level at maximum\nDem pussy-clat bwoy nah wanna see me\n\n(Defari)\nYou was stone cold lyin by the full wack rhyme writin\nIf I had some gasoline I'd ignite it, with my lighter.\n. BOOM! You combust, cause you disgust me\nWacker than them flat-ass crackers on Three's Company\nYou walk around, mad cause no one's feelin you\nMad at me, cause all your peoples they know my lyrics too\nThey sing along cause my song bumps\non the mix tapes that YOU made, yet and still you try to playa hate\n(What?) You're featherweight, weaker than a paper plate\nLyrically, when compared to me, I know your style is fake\nFraud, manufactures, cheaper than Hyundai\nNow you're hardcore you probably used to be a true nerd guy\nMake up your mind guy, now you're the Mr. Get High guy\nIf you ever step to me you'll think French because you're fuckin fried\nin the mix of my verbal assault fightin sticks\nYou shouldn't gamble cause round for round you can't handle this\n\n(Defari)\nCat was out of pocket, got socked in his jaw\nFell to the floor, that's all she wrote\nBut I wrote rhymes, that burn every time\nOn mad mix shows I got wreck off the mind\nBut what's in a rhyme, if it don't sound tight?\nYou ask me if a lot of rappers are wack man you DAMN right\nWho's to say these brothers from L.A.\nwill take charge like DeBarge and shine, in a special way?\nI say okay, let's get paid\nLet's put this money on Putnam and sip bombays with dis lemonade\nUse, Gatorade to refuel\nelectrolytes after I ignite this mic too\nYo what's my name? Defari Herut\nBy the way since you been askin all these questions\nwho the hell are you?\nI seen your kind before, no lie\nA devil spy, disguised as an ambassador\nYou can't fool the Divine Sun Rule\nWord to blue magic - step right up - and see the Likwit Crew\nHurry hurry, get your tickets, stand in line\nAfter the show it's at the Towers on Sunset and Vine\nMe and my niggaz at the bar sippin Henny\nGot your bitch open all night, as if her name was Denny's\n\n() - 2X","syncedLyrics":"[00:22.64] A different caliber of MC\n[00:23.54] This track is filthy, word to O.J., you make me feel guilty\n[00:27.18] of first degree soundbwoy murder\n[00:28.94] Unlike anything out of L.A. you ever heard of\n[00:31.61] Word up, you play with fire, you'll get burned up\n[00:34.37] Best believe that my shit sound the best, when it's turned up\n[00:36.22] Loud, mashin down the block suburban style\n[00:39.82] Eighteen speakers plus kit chromed out\n[00:41.64] Yo, you think that you fuckin pro?\n[00:44.36] On the low the other night I caught your wack-ass stage show\n[00:47.07] Oh. boy, you're just a bore\n[00:49.89] But you tell everybody that you're like Busta\n[00:51.68] and you got \"Rhymes Galore\"\n[00:52.52] Mmm mmm mmm, ain't that somethin?\n[00:54.32] Got the nerve to call yourself an MC, man you be frontin\n[00:57.08] I don't apologize, oh yeah, and uh\n[00:59.78] go back to school, learn some concepts and grammar\n[01:01.50] Of yourself, get a hold\n[01:04.20] Next time you on stage, use Primatine for some breath control\n[01:07.96] (Ha ha ha) But now don't let asthma be the excuse\n[01:08.83] You was definitely doper, when no one knew you\n[01:10.66] (2X: Defari)\n[01:13.42] I'm on a killing spree, murder soundbwoy constantly\n[01:15.25] Constantly murder wack MC\n[01:17.05] I'm on a killing spree, skill level at maximum\n[01:19.88] Dem pussy-clat bwoy nah wanna see me\n[01:32.47] (Defari)\n[01:33.36] You was stone cold lyin by the full wack rhyme writin\n[01:34.27] If I had some gasoline I'd ignite it, with my lighter.\n[01:36.96] . BOOM! You combust, cause you disgust me\n[01:39.72] Wacker than them flat-ass crackers on Three's Company\n[01:42.41] You walk around, mad cause no one's feelin you\n[01:45.15] Mad at me, cause all your peoples they know my lyrics too\n[01:47.84] They sing along cause my song bumps\n[01:49.68] on the mix tapes that YOU made, yet and still you try to playa hate\n[01:52.35] (What?) You're featherweight, weaker than a paper plate\n[01:55.19] Lyrically, when compared to me, I know your style is fake\n[01:57.82] Fraud, manufactures, cheaper than Hyundai\n[01:59.68] Now you're hardcore you probably used to be a true nerd guy\n[02:02.33] Make up your mind guy, now you're the Mr. Get High guy\n[02:05.08] If you ever step to me you'll think French because you're fuckin fried\n[02:07.75] in the mix of my verbal assault fightin sticks\n[02:10.43] You shouldn't gamble cause round for round you can't handle this\n[02:12.27] (Defari)\n[02:33.37] Cat was out of pocket, got socked in his jaw\n[02:35.16] Fell to the floor, that's all she wrote\n[02:37.87] But I wrote rhymes, that burn every time\n[02:40.66] On mad mix shows I got wreck off the mind\n[02:42.46] But what's in a rhyme, if it don't sound tight?\n[02:45.16] You ask me if a lot of rappers are wack man you DAMN right\n[02:47.82] Who's to say these brothers from L.A.\n[02:50.59] will take charge like DeBarge and shine, in a special way?\n[02:53.23] I say okay, let's get paid\n[02:55.95] Let's put this money on Putnam and sip bombays with dis lemonade\n[02:57.74] Use, Gatorade to refuel\n[03:00.58] electrolytes after I ignite this mic too\n[03:03.23] Yo what's my name? Defari Herut\n[03:05.02] By the way since you been askin all these questions\n[03:07.74] who the hell are you?\n[03:08.60] I seen your kind before, no lie\n[03:10.48] A devil spy, disguised as an ambassador\n[03:13.17] You can't fool the Divine Sun Rule\n[03:14.92] Word to blue magic - step right up - and see the Likwit Crew\n[03:18.73] Hurry hurry, get your tickets, stand in line\n[03:20.52] After the show it's at the Towers on Sunset and Vine\n[03:23.21] Me and my niggaz at the bar sippin Henny\n[03:25.99] Got your bitch open all night, as if her name was Denny's\n[03:28.61] () - 2X\n[04:12.03] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: killing spree\n  artist: Defari\n  album: Focused Daily\n  duration_ms: 256000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: A different caliber of MC\n  start_ms: 22640\n  end_ms: 23540\n- text: This track is filthy, word to O.J., you make me feel guilty\n  start_ms: 23540\n  end_ms: 27180\n- text: of first degree soundbwoy murder\n  start_ms: 27180\n  end_ms: 28940\n- text: Unlike anything out of L.A. you ever heard of\n  start_ms: 28940\n  end_ms: 31610\n- text: Word up, you play with fire, you'll get burned up\n  start_ms: 31610\n  end_ms: 34370\n- text: Best believe that my shit sound the best, when it's turned up\n  start_ms: 34370\n  end_ms: 36220\n- text: Loud, mashin down the block suburban style\n  start_ms: 36220\n  end_ms: 39820\n- text: Eighteen speakers plus kit chromed out\n  start_ms: 39820\n  end_ms: 41640\n- text: Yo, you think that you fuckin pro?\n  start_ms: 41640\n  end_ms: 44360\n- text: On the low the other night I caught your wack-ass stage show\n  start_ms: 44360\n  end_ms: 47070\n- text: Oh. boy, you're just a bore\n  start_ms: 47070\n  end_ms: 49890\n- text: But you tell everybody that you're like Busta\n  start_ms: 49890\n  end_ms: 51680\n- text: and you got \"Rhymes Galore\"\n  start_ms: 51680\n  end_ms: 52520\n- text: Mmm mmm mmm, ain't that somethin?\n  start_ms: 52520\n  end_ms: 54320\n- text: Got the nerve to call yourself an MC, man you be frontin\n  start_ms: 54320\n  end_ms: 57080\n- text: I don't apologize, oh yeah, and uh\n  start_ms: 57080\n  end_ms: 59780\n- text: go back to school, learn some concepts and grammar\n  start_ms: 59780\n  end_ms: 61500\n- text: Of yourself, get a hold\n  start_ms: 61500\n  end_ms: 64200\n- text: Next time you on stage, use Primatine for some breath control\n  start_ms: 64200\n  end_ms: 67960\n- text: (Ha ha ha) But now don't let asthma be the excuse\n  start_ms: 67960\n  end_ms: 68830\n- text: You was definitely doper, when no one knew you\n  start_ms: 68830\n  end_ms: 70660\n- text: '(2X: Defari)'\n  start_ms: 70660\n  end_ms: 73420\n- text: I'm on a killing spree, murder soundbwoy constantly\n  start_ms: 73420\n  end_ms: 75250\n- text: Constantly murder wack MC\n  start_ms: 75250\n  end_ms: 77050\n- text: I'm on a killing spree, skill level at maximum\n  start_ms: 77050\n  end_ms: 79880\n- text: Dem pussy-clat bwoy nah wanna see me\n  start_ms: 79880\n  end_ms: 92470\n- text: (Defari)\n  start_ms: 92470\n  end_ms: 93360\n- text: You was stone cold lyin by the full wack rhyme writin\n  start_ms: 93360\n  end_ms: 94270\n- text: If I had some gasoline I'd ignite it, with my lighter.\n  start_ms: 94270\n  end_ms: 96960\n- text: . 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Defari Herut\n  start_ms: 183230\n  end_ms: 185020\n- text: By the way since you been askin all these questions\n  start_ms: 185020\n  end_ms: 187740\n- text: who the hell are you?\n  start_ms: 187740\n  end_ms: 188600\n- text: I seen your kind before, no lie\n  start_ms: 188600\n  end_ms: 190480\n- text: A devil spy, disguised as an ambassador\n  start_ms: 190480\n  end_ms: 193170\n- text: You can't fool the Divine Sun Rule\n  start_ms: 193170\n  end_ms: 194920\n- text: Word to blue magic - step right up - and see the Likwit Crew\n  start_ms: 194920\n  end_ms: 198730\n- text: Hurry hurry, get your tickets, stand in line\n  start_ms: 198730\n  end_ms: 200520\n- text: After the show it's at the Towers on Sunset and Vine\n  start_ms: 200520\n  end_ms: 203210\n- text: Me and my niggaz at the bar sippin Henny\n  start_ms: 203210\n  end_ms: 205990\n- text: Got your bitch open all night, as if her name was Denny's\n  start_ms: 205990\n  end_ms: 208610\n- text: () - 2X\n  start_ms: 208610\n  end_ms: 252030\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 252030\nplain: |-\n  A different caliber of MC\n  This track is filthy, word to O.J., you make me feel guilty\n  of first degree soundbwoy murder\n  Unlike anything out of L.A. you ever heard of\n  Word up, you play with fire, you'll get burned up\n  Best believe that my shit sound the best, when it's turned up\n  Loud, mashin down the block suburban style\n  Eighteen speakers plus kit chromed out\n  Yo, you think that you fuckin pro?\n  On the low the other night I caught your wack-ass stage show\n  Oh. boy, you're just a bore\n  But you tell everybody that you're like Busta\n  and you got \"Rhymes Galore\"\n  Mmm mmm mmm, ain't that somethin?\n  Got the nerve to call yourself an MC, man you be frontin\n  I don't apologize, oh yeah, and uh\n  go back to school, learn some concepts and grammar\n  Of yourself, get a hold\n  Next time you on stage, use Primatine for some breath control\n  (Ha ha ha) But now don't let asthma be the excuse\n  You was definitely doper, when no one knew you\n\n  (2X: Defari)\n  I'm on a killing spree, murder soundbwoy constantly\n  Constantly murder wack MC\n  I'm on a killing spree, skill level at maximum\n  Dem pussy-clat bwoy nah wanna see me\n\n  (Defari)\n  You was stone cold lyin by the full wack rhyme writin\n  If I had some gasoline I'd ignite it, with my lighter.\n  . BOOM! You combust, cause you disgust me\n  Wacker than them flat-ass crackers on Three's Company\n  You walk around, mad cause no one's feelin you\n  Mad at me, cause all your peoples they know my lyrics too\n  They sing along cause my song bumps\n  on the mix tapes that YOU made, yet and still you try to playa hate\n  (What?) You're featherweight, weaker than a paper plate\n  Lyrically, when compared to me, I know your style is fake\n  Fraud, manufactures, cheaper than Hyundai\n  Now you're hardcore you probably used to be a true nerd guy\n  Make up your mind guy, now you're the Mr. Get High guy\n  If you ever step to me you'll think French because you're fuckin fried\n  in the mix of my verbal assault fightin sticks\n  You shouldn't gamble cause round for round you can't handle this\n\n  (Defari)\n  Cat was out of pocket, got socked in his jaw\n  Fell to the floor, that's all she wrote\n  But I wrote rhymes, that burn every time\n  On mad mix shows I got wreck off the mind\n  But what's in a rhyme, if it don't sound tight?\n  You ask me if a lot of rappers are wack man you DAMN right\n  Who's to say these brothers from L.A.\n  will take charge like DeBarge and shine, in a special way?\n  I say okay, let's get paid\n  Let's put this money on Putnam and sip bombays with dis lemonade\n  Use, Gatorade to refuel\n  electrolytes after I ignite this mic too\n  Yo what's my name? Defari Herut\n  By the way since you been askin all these questions\n  who the hell are you?\n  I seen your kind before, no lie\n  A devil spy, disguised as an ambassador\n  You can't fool the Divine Sun Rule\n  Word to blue magic - step right up - and see the Likwit Crew\n  Hurry hurry, get your tickets, stand in line\n  After the show it's at the Towers on Sunset and Vine\n  Me and my niggaz at the bar sippin Henny\n  Got your bitch open all night, as if her name was Denny's\n\n  () - 2X\n"},{"id":9523413,"name":"people's choice","trackName":"people's choice","artistName":"Defari","albumName":"Focused Daily","duration":208.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"It's going down around town what? Likwit Likwit 'No Doubt'\n'Knock 'Em Out The Box' Slick Rick 'Children's Story'\nDon't underestimate the reach\nHere comes that city brother who lives by the beach\nDefari, work for Likwit organize\nDodger hats and snowboard shades\nCamouflage my eyes, hustle to survive\nThe Less mican man stands grand\nAnd work with two twenty five\nThis here's the second smash\nThe album, the third\nThe trilogy will be heard from Toronto to Pittsburgh\nYo Ev, do we got retail in Afghanistan\n(Man I don't know but I know we got Japan)\nUh ha, word up we all over the states man\nDoin' this for the MC's and the DJ's\nThe vertebrae without the B-boys\nHip hop wouldn't be here to this very day\nAnd that's my word, we tryin' to blow like the Hiddenburg\nSwerve legalize dope in the form of vinyl\nThis ain't the final or the last blast kid\nI'm throwin' heat on the map for the underground massive\n(What?)\nNo doubt predicting far and ahead what will set the party off\nKRS-One, The MC\nNo doubt predicting far and ahead what will set the party off\nKRS-One, The MC\nNo doubt predicting far and ahead what will set the party off\nKRS-One, The MC\nSee lyrically shit is gettin' drastic\nA lot of niggas flock tryin' to be new instead of classic\nLike an Aztec, praise the jaguar\nLike the fact that the sun shines at the biggest star\nBigger than Mike Jackson or Michael Jordan\nSo many Candyland MC's are boring\nSee we be touring [unverified] and [unverified]\n(What?)\nCreepin' up in the shower on bitches like Anthony Perkins\n(Ha)\nLurkin' in the ranks\nI'm tryin' to be like that brother Ant and stack mad Banks\nPlus give thanks and praise\nFor each day I'm able to raise and see that foggy haze\nComin' off the coast of the Pacific\nWe stretch to the Atlantic my crew is Likwit\nNo doubt predicting far and ahead what will set the party off\nKRS-One, The MC\nNo doubt predicting far and ahead what will set the party off\nKRS-One, The MC\nNo doubt predicting far and ahead what will set the party off\nKRS-One, The MC\nYo, fuck the pennies, give me the silver dollars\nThe smooth scholar working hard straight blue collar\nAppreciate wealth so I do for myself\nFirst collaborate with live niggas and divide the purse\nThe well rehearsed MC, Defari Heru\nI crack the glass blackboard MCs\nSo I can see through I do my Dew\nDo my thang, hip hop is my love supreme\nThat's word to John Coltrane\nThis cat Dwayne rollin' down the diamond lane\nTravel by train, bus, boat, car or airplane\nTo different venues with our names on the fliers\nLikwit niggas known to get ship poppin' and get it on fire\nI'm Extra Swift like my man Eric Brooks\nI keep an eye out for crooks\nWho contemplate rapin' my notebooks\nSome cut fast but they don't' cut faster\nThen the Kutmaster Kurt\nWhen I work, I'm climbin' ladders\nNo doubt predicting far and ahead what will set the party off\nKRS-One, The MC\nNo doubt predicting far and ahead what will set the party off\nKRS-One, The MC\nNo doubt predicting far and ahead what will set the party off\nKRS-One, The MC","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: people's choice\n  artist: Defari\n  album: Focused Daily\n  duration_ms: 208000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  It's going down around town what? Likwit Likwit 'No Doubt'\n  'Knock 'Em Out The Box' Slick Rick 'Children's Story'\n  Don't underestimate the reach\n  Here comes that city brother who lives by the beach\n  Defari, work for Likwit organize\n  Dodger hats and snowboard shades\n  Camouflage my eyes, hustle to survive\n  The Less mican man stands grand\n  And work with two twenty five\n  This here's the second smash\n  The album, the third\n  The trilogy will be heard from Toronto to Pittsburgh\n  Yo Ev, do we got retail in Afghanistan\n  (Man I don't know but I know we got Japan)\n  Uh ha, word up we all over the states man\n  Doin' this for the MC's and the DJ's\n  The vertebrae without the B-boys\n  Hip hop wouldn't be here to this very day\n  And that's my word, we tryin' to blow like the Hiddenburg\n  Swerve legalize dope in the form of vinyl\n  This ain't the final or the last blast kid\n  I'm throwin' heat on the map for the underground massive\n  (What?)\n  No doubt predicting far and ahead what will set the party off\n  KRS-One, The MC\n  No doubt predicting far and ahead what will set the party off\n  KRS-One, The MC\n  No doubt predicting far and ahead what will set the party off\n  KRS-One, The MC\n  See lyrically shit is gettin' drastic\n  A lot of niggas flock tryin' to be new instead of classic\n  Like an Aztec, praise the jaguar\n  Like the fact that the sun shines at the biggest star\n  Bigger than Mike Jackson or Michael Jordan\n  So many Candyland MC's are boring\n  See we be touring [unverified] and [unverified]\n  (What?)\n  Creepin' up in the shower on bitches like Anthony Perkins\n  (Ha)\n  Lurkin' in the ranks\n  I'm tryin' to be like that brother Ant and stack mad Banks\n  Plus give thanks and praise\n  For each day I'm able to raise and see that foggy haze\n  Comin' off the coast of the Pacific\n  We stretch to the Atlantic my crew is Likwit\n  No doubt predicting far and ahead what will set the party off\n  KRS-One, The MC\n  No doubt predicting far and ahead what will set the party off\n  KRS-One, The MC\n  No doubt predicting far and ahead what will set the party off\n  KRS-One, The MC\n  Yo, fuck the pennies, give me the silver dollars\n  The smooth scholar working hard straight blue collar\n  Appreciate wealth so I do for myself\n  First collaborate with live niggas and divide the purse\n  The well rehearsed MC, Defari Heru\n  I crack the glass blackboard MCs\n  So I can see through I do my Dew\n  Do my thang, hip hop is my love supreme\n  That's word to John Coltrane\n  This cat Dwayne rollin' down the diamond lane\n  Travel by train, bus, boat, car or airplane\n  To different venues with our names on the fliers\n  Likwit niggas known to get ship poppin' and get it on fire\n  I'm Extra Swift like my man Eric Brooks\n  I keep an eye out for crooks\n  Who contemplate rapin' my notebooks\n  Some cut fast but they don't' cut faster\n  Then the Kutmaster Kurt\n  When I work, I'm climbin' ladders\n  No doubt predicting far and ahead what will set the party off\n  KRS-One, The MC\n  No doubt predicting far and ahead what will set the party off\n  KRS-One, The MC\n  No doubt predicting far and ahead what will set the party off\n  KRS-One, The MC\n"},{"id":9482369,"name":"Checkstand 3","trackName":"Checkstand 3","artistName":"Defari","albumName":"Focused Daily","duration":155.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Now this is a story in fundamentals\nPure fundamental principles\nAnd all my? know what I'm talkin about, knowmsayin?\nBut yo, it happened like this all the time at the past, no doubt about that\n\nA 1969 vintage bottle of red wine in my hand\nWho is that by the checkstand?\nWith the tall brown tan I call a caramel\nThe closer I get, the distinctive scent of Chanel\nYo, she was fine, but this happens all the time\nL.A.'s notorious for havin top notch dimes\nBut this one here was a stallion\nShe looked half sister to me but said she was Italian\nVia Puerto Rico\nShe said that she didn't know pops and that moms lived on Pico\nAnd Fairfax, word to Mix-A-Lot, she had backs\nOpen off Defari the moment she heard the Goldy Mack\nHer name was Cecilia\nYou know I had to ask her about that wedding ring on her finger\nShe said that she was separated\nThat's all I needed to hear cause for a moment there I hesitated\nI hooked it up for that night a little later\nFlex? put my groceries in the refrigerator\nTurned on my TV to channel 2\n_60 Minutes_ was on, you know the CBS news\nPopped a brew, sat down for a minute\nCaught this story 'bout this mafia boss known for killin kids\n\nAnd gettin his, known for smugglin guns\nThe next thing they show was wedding pictures of his only son\nSpit out my brew cause guess who I see?\nRight on the TV it's that broad I met at checkstand 3\nShe's pagin me, let me think quick\nLet 10 minutes fly by, called her back and fronted like I'm sick\nShe leaves messages I never return\nI'm not one for the trick bag, too smart to get burned\nSo anyway, I sees her the other day\nShe says, \"I know I lied but I'm feelin like Marvin Gaye\nI need some 'sexual healing', I'm really hot\"\nShe grabbed my dick, I pressed my luck, fucked, then I shook the spot\nAiyo, the moral of the story is this:\nWhat was I supposed to do, the bitch grabbed my dick\nAiyo, the moral of the story is this:\nYo, what was I supposed to do","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Checkstand 3\n  artist: Defari\n  album: Focused Daily\n  duration_ms: 155000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Now this is a story in fundamentals\n  Pure fundamental principles\n  And all my? know what I'm talkin about, knowmsayin?\n  But yo, it happened like this all the time at the past, no doubt about that\n\n  A 1969 vintage bottle of red wine in my hand\n  Who is that by the checkstand?\n  With the tall brown tan I call a caramel\n  The closer I get, the distinctive scent of Chanel\n  Yo, she was fine, but this happens all the time\n  L.A.'s notorious for havin top notch dimes\n  But this one here was a stallion\n  She looked half sister to me but said she was Italian\n  Via Puerto Rico\n  She said that she didn't know pops and that moms lived on Pico\n  And Fairfax, word to Mix-A-Lot, she had backs\n  Open off Defari the moment she heard the Goldy Mack\n  Her name was Cecilia\n  You know I had to ask her about that wedding ring on her finger\n  She said that she was separated\n  That's all I needed to hear cause for a moment there I hesitated\n  I hooked it up for that night a little later\n  Flex? put my groceries in the refrigerator\n  Turned on my TV to channel 2\n  _60 Minutes_ was on, you know the CBS news\n  Popped a brew, sat down for a minute\n  Caught this story 'bout this mafia boss known for killin kids\n\n  And gettin his, known for smugglin guns\n  The next thing they show was wedding pictures of his only son\n  Spit out my brew cause guess who I see?\n  Right on the TV it's that broad I met at checkstand 3\n  She's pagin me, let me think quick\n  Let 10 minutes fly by, called her back and fronted like I'm sick\n  She leaves messages I never return\n  I'm not one for the trick bag, too smart to get burned\n  So anyway, I sees her the other day\n  She says, \"I know I lied but I'm feelin like Marvin Gaye\n  I need some 'sexual healing', I'm really hot\"\n  She grabbed my dick, I pressed my luck, fucked, then I shook the spot\n  Aiyo, the moral of the story is this:\n  What was I supposed to do, the bitch grabbed my dick\n  Aiyo, the moral of the story is this:\n  Yo, what was I supposed to do\n"},{"id":9482364,"name":"Keep It on the Rise","trackName":"Keep It on the Rise","artistName":"Defari","albumName":"Focused Daily","duration":255.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I got the funky feel like b real\nI put \"all in your head up\" wit the pure raw skill\nFranklins are my favorite bills\nNo hands my favorite type of windmills\nOnly now and then do i drink champagne\nLike i said in big up i strictly fucks wit covasea\nYou glamorous rappers are too sweet\nWit your rececycled beats and your styles that put me to sleep\nI'd rather listen to some brant green\nAuthentic, not like you, got real meaning\nI'm like the low-ridas, i like the oldies\nYou know songs, like agony and ecstacy by smokey\nYou's a phony, i heard your single\nCorny, like a thirty-second jingle\nHere comes the master of paragraphs on phonographs\nEvery letter, etched and sketched like an ancient tag\nYou know my heiroglyph, i got a higher gift\nYou's a passenger tryin but never be a pilot\n\n2x\n\"aiyyo enough's enough\" Word up, i don't front\nI just keep it on the rise, and give you what you want\n\n(what you need)\nHere, don't fear peep this\nStep inside my mentals, bare witness to a lyricist\nSkilled technician, rhythmous technique\nAdvanced speak, i put mics in condition\nThe streets always like hard beats\nThat shit that make you move your neck when you're in car seats\nMy star fleet, likwit family\nYou sorry, like that game from milton-bradley\nBound by honor, rollin mad bags of skama\nI've never been the one for the jerry springer drama\nNot an actor, just the greastest multiple factor\n\nThis rap game's like a computer, and i'm a hacker\nLinebacker, wit hits that hit like lt\nWatch the blitz, you'll get a joe theisman injury\nWhat's all the glitter gear, meanwhile i wear and tear\nFor fanfare, while you rock eye liner and mascare\n\n4x\n\n(see what you need)\nWhen it comes to real lyrics i know you can't hang\nWord to tash, i'm from killa cali where niggas gangbang\nPlus slang more than words, nouns and verbs\nBut pure crystal lah, lah meazy herbs\nYou couldn't enter the saloon where brothas despise bafoons\nYou're funny-style, this ain't no cartoon\nThis is hard earned dues, word to guru and premier\nI'm more than ten years deep, but now it's my year\n\"aiyyo enough's enough\"\nAiyyo herut's been long overdue\nBut instead these labels and fans have been fuckin wit the likes of you\nYo don't mistake them, i'm not no hater\nJust a truth-sayer, serve when vega woofer shaker\nA plees blower, live show flower\nWit lyrics that'll blaze a whole crowd like a flame thrower\n\n4x\n\n\"aiyyo enough's enough\"\nWord up, i don't front\nI give you what you want, what you need\n(i give you want you want)\n(i don't front) (what you need)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Keep It on the Rise\n  artist: Defari\n  album: Focused Daily\n  duration_ms: 255000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  I got the funky feel like b real\n  I put \"all in your head up\" wit the pure raw skill\n  Franklins are my favorite bills\n  No hands my favorite type of windmills\n  Only now and then do i drink champagne\n  Like i said in big up i strictly fucks wit covasea\n  You glamorous rappers are too sweet\n  Wit your rececycled beats and your styles that put me to sleep\n  I'd rather listen to some brant green\n  Authentic, not like you, 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tour in the masters\n  Grab the mic flex my wrists and hit like sampres\n  Handle this\n  Make you believe like an evangelist (what?)\n  That real mcs are coming to reclaim los angeles\n  And heres are standing chance\n  To finally get my time to shine\n  In the golden state like sprewell out the hatch\n  \"lock lock\"\n  This heat is hot it make me lock like astronaut\n  Like heru said that shit for my people when we blow spots\n  Pause\n  Freeze\n  My steez rolls like es, v12s, trees and seven seas\n  If you didn't know champ\n  Defari heru is a lowland brother\n  From the likwit camp\n\n  Wack mcs get damaged like civil eyes to savage\n  Sharp lyrics cut deep wounds these niggas need bandages\n  They can't handle this los angeles\n  Relentless pressure\n  Full court measure for measure\n  I'm like piteno a game plan gambino\n  Where every verse starts with defense first like a casino\n  Every minute every hour i use brain power\n  For mr. space shuttle challenger i devour\n  A tower 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(what y'all do?)\n\nI hit the freeway on a friday, the highway\nFeelin real good like when the lakers traded vlade\nCould that be sade' in the next lane?\nI see her through my windowpane, I wonder if she knows that cat dwayne\nJohnson, nah probably not\nI'm headed up fairfax north to 'riq's spot\nI, flex the quest for barbecues brews and fifths (what?)\nTrees lift niggaz while other niggaz talk shit\nIt's time to mount up, tonight another show\nGotta let the whole world know how it go strictly professionals\nWe're never amateur, pure like lightning\nWhether on stage, or holdin the page writin\nOr freestylin, on radio frequencies\nLos ange-les, city of scanda-lies, cash and (?)\n\n(defari)\n'voisiers, marniers, 4-0-5 friday's\nPaydays, sunset glazed, down damalay(?)\n'voisiers, marniers, 4-0-5 friday's\nPaydays, sunset glazed, down damalay(?)\n\n(defari)\nAiyyo I'm nice with the ball like paul pierce\nThem brothers, that play for the wood, they somethin fierce\nAhh, to each his own so I choose to maintain\nReady to rock, blow the spot, make it boil like crockpots\n\nI, shot lyrics from a mini-mac cordless\nBroads hear the name, see the frame, and they adore this\nHundred and ninety, nigga known to get lively\nPlus put in work \"between the sheets\" like ron isley\nAt the bar, herut the cognac star\nIce courvoisier, brothers crowd around like seminars\nI'm smooth and ready like telly savales\nLikwit crew, nuff respect to y'all niggaz, we swiggy ballers\n\n(defari)\nI wanna fly the world, like (?)\nFlies, to is-rael, and like ishmael valdez\nI pitch heat, lyrically\nOver rugged beats under the ground, from the mainstream\nSee where I dwells, it's all about skills\nThis mc walk the walk when he talk, plus get on the wheels\nAnd freak new release with 1200 technics\nEvery week, got a hall of fame game, like dominique\nWilkins, yo evidence we sound killin\nMany rippertons word to etchin lab on my building\nYo x, yo youse a raw deal nigga\nBarbershop flex, time to collect figures\nYo (. likwit crew .) me and you\nWe like the treble and bass, straight cousins, here to shake the state\nAlmighty (?), whom of allah blesses me upon\nWe straight keep keep keep it on\n\n() - 2x","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: 405 Friday's\n  artist: Defari\n  album: Focused Daily\n  duration_ms: 203000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Aiyyo I think it's time I let 'em know how I gets down\n  (what's that?) how we do what we do\n  From where we from. (what y'all do?)\n\n  I hit the freeway on a friday, the highway\n  Feelin real good like when the lakers traded vlade\n  Could that be sade' in the next lane?\n  I see her through my windowpane, I wonder if she knows that cat dwayne\n  Johnson, nah probably not\n  I'm headed up fairfax north to 'riq's spot\n  I, flex the quest for barbecues brews and fifths (what?)\n  Trees lift niggaz while other niggaz talk shit\n  It's time to mount up, tonight another show\n  Gotta let the whole world know how it go strictly professionals\n  We're never amateur, pure like lightning\n  Whether on stage, or holdin the page writin\n  Or freestylin, on radio frequencies\n  Los ange-les, city of scanda-lies, cash and (?)\n\n  (defari)\n  'voisiers, marniers, 4-0-5 friday's\n  Paydays, sunset glazed, down damalay(?)\n  'voisiers, marniers, 4-0-5 friday's\n  Paydays, sunset glazed, down damalay(?)\n\n  (defari)\n  Aiyyo I'm nice with the ball like paul pierce\n  Them brothers, that play for the wood, they somethin fierce\n  Ahh, to each his own so I choose to maintain\n  Ready to rock, blow the spot, make it boil like crockpots\n\n  I, shot lyrics from a mini-mac cordless\n  Broads hear the name, see the frame, and they adore this\n  Hundred and ninety, nigga known to get lively\n  Plus put in work \"between the sheets\" like ron isley\n  At the bar, herut the cognac star\n  Ice courvoisier, brothers crowd around like seminars\n  I'm smooth and ready like telly savales\n  Likwit crew, nuff respect to y'all niggaz, we swiggy ballers\n\n  (defari)\n  I wanna fly the world, like (?)\n  Flies, to is-rael, and like ishmael valdez\n  I pitch heat, lyrically\n  Over rugged beats under the ground, from the mainstream\n  See where I dwells, it's all about skills\n  This mc walk the walk when he talk, plus get on the wheels\n  And freak new release with 1200 technics\n  Every week, got a hall of fame game, like dominique\n  Wilkins, yo evidence we sound killin\n  Many rippertons word to etchin lab on my building\n  Yo x, yo youse a raw deal nigga\n  Barbershop flex, time to collect figures\n  Yo (. likwit crew .) me and you\n  We like the treble and bass, straight cousins, here to shake the state\n  Almighty (?), whom of allah blesses me upon\n  We straight keep keep keep it on\n\n  () - 2x\n"},{"id":25920257,"name":"Yes Indeed","trackName":"Yes Indeed","artistName":"Defari","albumName":"Focused Daily","duration":330.3509,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"E: Hey Defari, what's goin' down man?\nD: Hey yo what's up E-Swift\nE: Ah man, nuttin' much, i'm just sittin' here chillin' man\nsippin on somethin', tryin' to figure out why the fuck\neverybody in hip-hop is so confused these days, man\nD: Man, brothers walkin' around confused cuz' they get so many\nconfusing images\nE: I know man, they don't know which way to take this music, man\nthey forgot the real purpose of this shit, man, we about\nto let them know, right now\n\nThe amount of time it takes me to write a hundred rhymes\nBe about the amount it takes you to count a thousand dimes\nIt's all a hundred, like hundred yards i'm scorin'\nLike hundred dollar bills that I chill for cool storin'\nOr storage, mad niggas rhymes straight be pourage\nStraight soup, we be that protein that get up in yo' splein\nUh, make you clench ya' teeth\nHard work pays in many ways, seven days a week\nHard beats, E-Swift magnifique for the streets\nAnd Defari Herut, true lyrically complete\nThis (singing) perfect combination\nFirmly holdin' down firm ground for future generations\nQuick to lace 'em, these super-heavyweights\nAnd just when you think that it's over we regenerate\nLike gamma, from ninja scroll, we everywhere like cable\nSteady watch these card table emcees fold\n\nYes indeed, hip-hop has changed through the century\nYet still I remain a true Likwit emcee\nAnd now you wonder why most definately\n*scratches* i'm keepin it hardcore for the hardcore\n(Repeat)\n\nThe skills I posess are never less than real\nMy thoughts are concrete, plus hard like steel\nMy niggas know how I feels (what?)\nYo, I was born to rotate and get juggled on Technic wheels\nThey say hold it down 'fari, hold it down\nI say \"Don't worry baby, I'm ready for another round\"\nWhether it's a rhyme, or whether it's a drink\nMe and the mic go together like paper and ink, in perfect sync\nWith every raw-deal beat\nA lot of niggas run a couple laps, i'm runnin' track meets\nThe fighter pilot, put the mic to the test\nI walk the streets without a bodyguard or bulletproof vest\n\nNo stress indeed hip-hop has changed through the century\nYet still I remain a true Likwit emcee\nAnd now you wonder why most definately\n*scratches* i'm keepin' it hardcore for the hardcore\n(Repeat)\n\nE: That's exactly what i'm talkin' about man,\nknow what i'm sayin', real lyrics, real beats\nman, shit's raw from the streets, shit that got us here today\nis gonna' get us over tomorrow, man,\nman you gotta kick some more shit, man fuck that\nD: It ain't over\n\nAy yo, quench ya thirst with this lyrical burst\nIn the form of a i'll rehearse\nSomebody get a nurse, for this wack emcee, got bad injuries\nFuckin' with the D-to the-E-F-A-da-R-Iced\nrimmy-type star be at the bar\nI recollect, then I French connect with Grand Moniar\nOr Moniet, this nigga Herut from LA\nCity of the Golden State, land of the sunny days\nToo many niggas actin' funny ways\nMoney plays a big part when suddenly mixed with jumpin' change\nThey rearrange they whole immagery, they chemistry\nPhotography, they movie-make type, auto-biography\nHey yo i'm not impressed or startled\nI roll with the black John McClane and blast full throttle\nWith a bottle of Hen I worldwind\nDefari in this with fitness until the very end\nAnd even then i'll begin again\nA lyrical tri-athlete here to shine through the millenium\n\nYes indeed, hip-hop has changed through the century\nYet still I remain a true Likwit emcee\nAnd now you wonder why most definately\n*scratches* i'm keepin' it hardcore for the hardcore\n(Repeat 3x)\n\n*scratches mixed with till fade*","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Yes Indeed\n  artist: Defari\n  album: Focused Daily\n  duration_ms: 330351\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  E: Hey Defari, what's goin' down man?\n  D: Hey yo what's up E-Swift\n  E: Ah man, nuttin' much, i'm just sittin' here chillin' man\n  sippin on somethin', tryin' to figure out why the fuck\n  everybody in hip-hop is so confused these days, man\n  D: Man, brothers walkin' around confused cuz' they get so many\n  confusing images\n  E: I know man, they don't know which way to take this music, man\n  they forgot the real purpose of this shit, man, we about\n  to let them know, right now\n\n  The amount of time it takes me to write a hundred rhymes\n  Be about the amount it takes you to count a thousand dimes\n  It's all a hundred, like hundred yards i'm scorin'\n  Like hundred dollar bills that I chill for cool storin'\n  Or storage, mad niggas rhymes straight be pourage\n  Straight soup, we be that protein that get up in yo' splein\n  Uh, make you clench ya' teeth\n  Hard work pays in many ways, seven days a week\n  Hard beats, E-Swift magnifique for the streets\n  And Defari Herut, true lyrically complete\n  This (singing) perfect combination\n  Firmly holdin' down firm ground for future generations\n  Quick to lace 'em, these super-heavyweights\n  And just when you think that it's over we regenerate\n  Like gamma, from ninja scroll, we everywhere like cable\n  Steady watch these card table emcees fold\n\n  Yes indeed, hip-hop has changed through the century\n  Yet still I remain a true Likwit emcee\n  And now you wonder why most definately\n  *scratches* i'm keepin it hardcore for the hardcore\n  (Repeat)\n\n  The skills I posess are never less than real\n  My thoughts are concrete, plus hard like steel\n  My niggas know how I feels (what?)\n  Yo, I was born to rotate and get juggled on Technic wheels\n  They say hold it down 'fari, hold it down\n  I say \"Don't worry baby, I'm ready for another round\"\n  Whether it's a rhyme, or whether it's a drink\n  Me and the mic go together like paper and ink, in perfect sync\n  With every raw-deal beat\n  A lot of niggas run a couple laps, i'm runnin' track meets\n  The fighter pilot, put the mic to the test\n  I walk the streets without a bodyguard or bulletproof vest\n\n  No stress indeed hip-hop has changed through the century\n  Yet still I remain a true Likwit emcee\n  And now you wonder why most definately\n  *scratches* i'm keepin' it hardcore for the hardcore\n  (Repeat)\n\n  E: That's exactly what i'm talkin' about man,\n  know what i'm sayin', real lyrics, real beats\n  man, shit's raw from the streets, shit that got us here today\n  is gonna' get us over tomorrow, man,\n  man you gotta kick some more shit, man fuck that\n  D: It ain't over\n\n  Ay yo, quench ya thirst with this lyrical burst\n  In the form of a i'll rehearse\n  Somebody get a nurse, for this wack emcee, got bad injuries\n  Fuckin' with the D-to the-E-F-A-da-R-Iced\n  rimmy-type star be at the bar\n  I recollect, then I French connect with Grand Moniar\n  Or Moniet, this nigga Herut from LA\n  City of the Golden State, land of the sunny days\n  Too many niggas actin' funny ways\n  Money plays a big part when suddenly mixed with jumpin' change\n  They rearrange they whole immagery, they chemistry\n  Photography, they movie-make type, auto-biography\n  Hey yo i'm not impressed or startled\n  I roll with the black John McClane and blast full throttle\n  With a bottle of Hen I worldwind\n  Defari in this with fitness until the very end\n  And even then i'll begin again\n  A lyrical tri-athlete here to shine through the millenium\n\n  Yes indeed, hip-hop has changed through the century\n  Yet still I remain a true Likwit emcee\n  And now you wonder why most definately\n  *scratches* i'm keepin' it hardcore for the hardcore\n  (Repeat 3x)\n\n  *scratches mixed with till fade*\n"},{"id":25595341,"name":"Yes Indeed","trackName":"Yes Indeed","artistName":"Defari","albumName":"Focused Daily","duration":335.50125,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"E: Hey Defari, what's goin' down man?\nD: Hey yo what's up E-Swift\nE: Ah man, nuttin' much, i'm just sittin' here chillin' man\nsippin on somethin', tryin' to figure out why the fuck\neverybody in hip-hop is so confused these days, man\nD: Man, brothers walkin' around confused cuz' they get so many\nconfusing images\nE: I know man, they don't know which way to take this music, man\nthey forgot the real purpose of this shit, man, we about\nto let them know, right now\n\nThe amount of time it takes me to write a hundred rhymes\nBe about the amount it takes you to count a thousand dimes\nIt's all a hundred, like hundred yards i'm scorin'\nLike hundred dollar bills that I chill for cool storin'\nOr storage, mad niggas rhymes straight be pourage\nStraight soup, we be that protein that get up in yo' splein\nUh, make you clench ya' teeth\nHard work pays in many ways, seven days a week\nHard beats, E-Swift magnifique for the streets\nAnd Defari Herut, true lyrically complete\nThis (singing) perfect combination\nFirmly holdin' down firm ground for future generations\nQuick to lace 'em, these super-heavyweights\nAnd just when you think that it's over we regenerate\nLike gamma, from ninja scroll, we everywhere like cable\nSteady watch these card table emcees fold\n\nYes indeed, hip-hop has changed through the century\nYet still I remain a true Likwit emcee\nAnd now you wonder why most definately\n*scratches* i'm keepin it hardcore for the hardcore\n(Repeat)\n\nThe skills I posess are never less than real\nMy thoughts are concrete, plus hard like steel\nMy niggas know how I feels (what?)\nYo, I was born to rotate and get juggled on Technic wheels\nThey say hold it down 'fari, hold it down\nI say \"Don't worry baby, I'm ready for another round\"\nWhether it's a rhyme, or whether it's a drink\nMe and the mic go together like paper and ink, in perfect sync\nWith every raw-deal beat\nA lot of niggas run a couple laps, i'm runnin' track meets\nThe fighter pilot, put the mic to the test\nI walk the streets without a bodyguard or bulletproof vest\n\nNo stress indeed hip-hop has changed through the century\nYet still I remain a true Likwit emcee\nAnd now you wonder why most definately\n*scratches* i'm keepin' it hardcore for the hardcore\n(Repeat)\n\nE: That's exactly what i'm talkin' about man,\nknow what i'm sayin', real lyrics, real beats\nman, shit's raw from the streets, shit that got us here today\nis gonna' get us over tomorrow, man,\nman you gotta kick some more shit, man fuck that\nD: It ain't over\n\nAy yo, quench ya thirst with this lyrical burst\nIn the form of a i'll rehearse\nSomebody get a nurse, for this wack emcee, got bad injuries\nFuckin' with the D-to the-E-F-A-da-R-Iced\nrimmy-type star be at the bar\nI recollect, then I French connect with Grand Moniar\nOr Moniet, this nigga Herut from LA\nCity of the Golden State, land of the sunny days\nToo many niggas actin' funny ways\nMoney plays a big part when suddenly mixed with jumpin' change\nThey rearrange they whole immagery, they chemistry\nPhotography, they movie-make type, auto-biography\nHey yo i'm not impressed or startled\nI roll with the black John McClane and blast full throttle\nWith a bottle of Hen I worldwind\nDefari in this with fitness until the very end\nAnd even then i'll begin again\nA lyrical tri-athlete here to shine through the millenium\n\nYes indeed, hip-hop has changed through the century\nYet still I remain a true Likwit emcee\nAnd now you wonder why most definately\n*scratches* i'm keepin' it hardcore for the hardcore\n(Repeat 3x)\n\n*scratches mixed with till fade*","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Yes Indeed\n  artist: Defari\n  album: Focused Daily\n  duration_ms: 335501\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  E: Hey Defari, what's goin' down man?\n  D: Hey yo what's up E-Swift\n  E: Ah man, nuttin' much, i'm just sittin' here chillin' man\n  sippin on somethin', tryin' to figure out why the fuck\n  everybody in hip-hop is so confused these days, man\n  D: Man, brothers walkin' around confused cuz' they get so many\n  confusing images\n  E: I know man, they don't know which way to take this music, man\n  they forgot the real purpose of this shit, man, we about\n  to let them know, right now\n\n  The amount of time it takes me to write a hundred rhymes\n  Be about the amount it takes you to count a thousand dimes\n  It's all a hundred, like hundred yards i'm scorin'\n  Like hundred dollar bills that I chill for cool storin'\n  Or storage, mad niggas rhymes straight be pourage\n  Straight soup, we be that protein that get up in yo' splein\n  Uh, make you clench ya' teeth\n  Hard work pays in many ways, seven days a week\n  Hard beats, E-Swift magnifique for the streets\n  And Defari Herut, true lyrically complete\n  This (singing) perfect combination\n  Firmly holdin' down firm ground for future generations\n  Quick to lace 'em, these super-heavyweights\n  And just when you think that it's over we regenerate\n  Like gamma, from ninja scroll, we everywhere like cable\n  Steady watch these card table emcees fold\n\n  Yes indeed, hip-hop has changed through the century\n  Yet still I remain a true Likwit emcee\n  And now you wonder why most definately\n  *scratches* i'm keepin it hardcore for the hardcore\n  (Repeat)\n\n  The skills I posess are never less than real\n  My thoughts are concrete, plus hard like steel\n  My niggas know how I feels (what?)\n  Yo, I was born to rotate and get juggled on Technic wheels\n  They say hold it down 'fari, hold it down\n  I say \"Don't worry baby, I'm ready for another round\"\n  Whether it's a rhyme, or whether it's a drink\n  Me and the mic go together like paper and ink, in perfect sync\n  With every raw-deal beat\n  A lot of niggas run a couple laps, i'm runnin' track meets\n  The fighter pilot, put the mic to the test\n  I walk the streets without a bodyguard or bulletproof vest\n\n  No stress indeed hip-hop has changed through the century\n  Yet still I remain a true Likwit emcee\n  And now you wonder why most definately\n  *scratches* i'm keepin' it hardcore for the hardcore\n  (Repeat)\n\n  E: That's exactly what i'm talkin' about man,\n  know what i'm sayin', real lyrics, real beats\n  man, shit's raw from the streets, shit that got us here today\n  is gonna' get us over tomorrow, man,\n  man you gotta kick some more shit, man fuck that\n  D: It ain't over\n\n  Ay yo, quench ya thirst with this lyrical burst\n  In the form of a i'll rehearse\n  Somebody get a nurse, for this wack emcee, got bad injuries\n  Fuckin' with the D-to the-E-F-A-da-R-Iced\n  rimmy-type star be at the bar\n  I recollect, then I French connect with Grand Moniar\n  Or Moniet, this nigga Herut from LA\n  City of the Golden State, land of the sunny days\n  Too many niggas actin' funny ways\n  Money plays a big part when suddenly mixed with jumpin' change\n  They rearrange they whole immagery, they chemistry\n  Photography, they movie-make type, auto-biography\n  Hey yo i'm not impressed or startled\n  I roll with the black John McClane and blast full throttle\n  With a bottle of Hen I worldwind\n  Defari in this with fitness until the very end\n  And even then i'll begin again\n  A lyrical tri-athlete here to shine through the millenium\n\n  Yes indeed, hip-hop has changed through the century\n  Yet still I remain a true Likwit emcee\n  And now you wonder why most definately\n  *scratches* i'm keepin' it hardcore for the hardcore\n  (Repeat 3x)\n\n  *scratches mixed with till fade*\n"},{"id":25874592,"name":"Bionic","trackName":"Bionic","artistName":"Defari","albumName":"Focused Daily (READ NFO)","duration":297.254833,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"\"lock shit down\" raekwon\n\nSix million is what it cost them\nTo put back together that cat steve austin\nNow defari gets bionic\nOver 6 million tracks with 10 million topics\nI'm fiber optic crystal clear with my projection\nWack mcs get cloths lined when they walk across my intersection\nThey need protection\nSome guidance some right direction\nA job center with with an application for a new profession\nNever settle for nothing' less\nI blaze contests\nAnd set shops for pay days\nIn strange ways life twists and turn\nWord to gangstarr in this business skrilla hard to earn\nI format attack new knack technique\nSpeak with a passion on wax and tape and cd\nMad niggas front for paper\nAnd switch like a bitch in and out like a cross fader\nAll i know is how to rock shit\nThey say the hotter the mc the hotter the spot get\n\"lock shit down\"\n\nIt's the coming\nOf the bionic\nDefari here to\n\"lock shit down\" See i got books of lyrics on deck like tash\nPocket full of cash ready to bounce rollin' slash\nSeater and hash\nPro tour in the masters\nGrab the mic flex my wrists and hit like sampres\nHandle this\nMake you believe like an evangelist (what?)\nThat real mcs are coming to reclaim los angeles\nAnd heres are standing chance\nTo finally get my time to shine\nIn the golden state like sprewell out the hatch\n\"lock lock\"\nThis heat is hot it make me lock like astronaut\nLike heru said that shit for my people when we blow spots\nPause\nFreeze\nMy steez rolls like es, v12s, trees and seven seas\nIf you didn't know champ\nDefari heru is a lowland brother\nFrom the likwit camp\n\nWack mcs get damaged like civil eyes to savage\nSharp lyrics cut deep wounds these niggas need bandages\nThey can't handle this los angeles\nRelentless pressure\nFull court measure for measure\nI'm like piteno a game plan gambino\nWhere every verse starts with defense first like a casino\nEvery minute every hour i use brain power\nFor mr. space shuttle challenger i devour\nA tower like eiffel\nBust off verses like rifles\nBust all bullets through flesh unless you're wearing a vest\nAnd even then i still enter\nThe human form of a splinter\nThe summer fall spring winter\n\"lock lock\"\nLikwit crew member\nChampion contender\nHoly like the month of december\n\nThe raw prototype member","syncedLyrics":"[00:23.92] \"lock shit down\" raekwon\n[00:24.88] Six million is what it cost them\n[00:26.85] To put back together that cat steve austin\n[00:30.02] Now defari gets bionic\n[00:32.42] Over 6 million tracks with 10 million topics\n[00:35.73] I'm fiber optic crystal clear with my projection\n[00:37.99] Wack mcs get cloths lined when they walk across my intersection\n[00:41.17] They need protection\n[00:42.25] Some guidance some right direction\n[00:43.94] A job center with with an application for a new profession\n[00:46.61] Never settle for nothing' less\n[00:48.45] I blaze contests\n[00:49.90] And set shops for pay days\n[00:52.18] In strange ways life twists and turn\n[00:54.16] Word to gangstarr in this business skrilla hard to earn\n[00:57.38] I format attack new knack technique\n[00:59.84] Speak with a passion on wax and tape and cd\n[01:02.88] Mad niggas front for paper\n[01:05.02] And switch like a bitch in and out like a cross fader\n[01:08.25] All i know is how to rock shit\n[01:10.47] They say the hotter the mc the hotter the spot get\n[01:12.81] \"lock shit down\"\n[01:14.05] It's the coming\n[01:15.75] Of the bionic\n[01:17.63] Defari here to\n[01:30.08] \"lock shit down\" See i got books of lyrics on deck like tash\n[01:32.64] Pocket full of cash ready to bounce rollin' slash\n[01:35.69] Seater and hash\n[01:36.92] Pro tour in the masters\n[01:38.14] Grab the mic flex my wrists and hit like sampres\n[01:41.08] Handle this\n[01:42.25] Make you believe like an evangelist (what?)\n[01:43.63] That real mcs are coming to reclaim los 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