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Come wack that's not my history\n  Kidnap the wack and break his ankles, remember +Misery+?\n  Lyrically you're skatin out of control\n  Work the angles 'round the globe, from Newark to South Pole\n  It's so cold that MC's catch pneumonia\n  I'm airborne, from L.A. to Barcelona\n  I rock heads from Pomona out the Bronx\n  Drop the sure needle contact, now watch me launch\n  DJ's, you jugglin, that means I'm bubblin\n  Defari on the remix fix, this shit is thunderin\n  Picture me fumblin or droppin the ball\n  That's like picturin Guy without that nigga Aaron Hall\n\n  [Iriscience]\n  Well if a brother gets the best of me\n  Ain't no use in sniveling and blaming the referee\n  Fuck that, I strip the mic with tenacous D\n  Kick it up to Evidence, yo kick it out to me!\n  Line up the three, trifecta stroked properly\n  Rocca, I work the angles triple opticly\n  The hip-hop multi-beat real monopoly\n  My G is God, what's your G for, geometry?\n  This man of war beats cold on the seashore\n  An deeo enough to take it to the sea floor\n  Every single beat bangs like a C-4\n  We drop beats, why you asking what the beat for?\n  The Spitfire fighter Dilated entity\n  I'm learning shockers like Shockra building energy\n  While barbershops sipping Henny like the Kennedy's\n  I'm always been independent, that's word to Beni B\n  It's guaranteed\n\n  [Xzibit]\n  Make T-shirts and slingshots, I bust khakis out, bounce to the weed spot\n  Naturally, me and my faculty never play with this\n  I Used to Love H.E.R. too, but now I fucking hate the bitch\n  She's sucking up to all the niggas with the chains and whips\n  But that's alright, because all she do for me is pay the rent\n  And keep it moving, got a bad habit of losing my cool\n  Acting a fool, breaking out tools, and making the whole corwd move\n  Towards the exit, this be the next shit, we got you Dilated\n  Hotter than Satan, the repeated parole violations\n  Xzibit work the angles, cordless to dirty angels\n  How the West was Won: with microphones and turntables\n"},{"id":33420850,"name":"Work the Angles","trackName":"Work the Angles","artistName":"Dilated Peoples","albumName":"Rework The Angles / Guaranteed (12 Inch Mix) / Work The Angles (Remix)","duration":226.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Dilated Peoples\nDilated Peoples\nDilated Peoples (wassup, wassup?)\nDilated Peoples\nI work the angles sharp and precise (precise)\nDilated Peoples so you better build twice (Dilated Peoples)\nAct like ya know, not now but right now\nDilated Peoples (yeah)\nThe name is Iriscience\nI go through rivers (what?) 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They all conspiracy theories\nWorthless, like testing Ev' defeats the purpose\nSince the beginning, intrigued by pot and attentive women\nBreakbeats and windmills on concrete\ncovered by cardboard, seafloor to skyline\nBottom line, in rhyme yo, put in time you shine\nThat's right sometimes I get so hyped\nI feel like Diamond D the best producer on the mic\nI aced this -- most punchlines are tasteless\nRegular, average, mediocre, makeshift\nTo all my DJ's, with skills you got a lotta\nThis ain't on your mixtape, yo it coulda been hotta\nThe method in this game they'll have you drained and strangles\nDon't go to them, let em come to you, and work the angles\n\n[Defari]\nDon't sleep on, I leave your knee torn, like Sehorn\nLiquid MC storm, like children of the corn, a wild freeform\nof energy, mentally fit to last a century\nLike centuries, one double-zero translate to victories\nYou kiddin me me? Come wack that's not my history\nKidnap the wack and break his ankles, remember +Misery+?\nLyrically you're skatin out of control\nWork the angles 'round the globe, from Newark to South Pole\nIt's so cold that MC's catch pneumonia\nI'm airborne, from L.A. to Barcelona\nI rock heads from Pomona out the Bronx\nDrop the sure needle contact, now watch me launch\nDJ's, you jugglin, that means I'm bubblin\nDefari on the remix fix, this shit is thunderin\nPicture me fumblin or droppin the ball\nThat's like picturin Guy without that nigga Aaron Hall\n\n[Iriscience]\nWell if a brother gets the best of me\nAin't no use in sniveling and blaming the referee\nFuck that, I strip the mic with tenacous D\nKick it up to Evidence, yo kick it out to me!\nLine up the three, trifecta stroked properly\nRocca, I work the angles triple opticly\nThe hip-hop multi-beat real monopoly\nMy G is God, what's your G for, geometry?\nThis man of war beats cold on the seashore\nAn deeo enough to take it to the sea floor\nEvery single beat bangs like a C-4\nWe drop beats, why you asking what the beat for?\nThe Spitfire fighter Dilated entity\nI'm learning shockers like Shockra building energy\nWhile barbershops sipping Henny like the Kennedy's\nI'm always been independent, that's word to Beni B\nIt's guaranteed\n\n[Xzibit]\nMake T-shirts and slingshots, I bust khakis out, bounce to the weed spot\nNaturally, me and my faculty never play with this\nI Used to Love H.E.R. too, but now I fucking hate the bitch\nShe's sucking up to all the niggas with the chains and whips\nBut that's alright, because all she do for me is pay the rent\nAnd keep it moving, got a bad habit of losing my cool\nActing a fool, breaking out tools, and making the whole corwd move\nTowards the exit, this be the next shit, we got you Dilated\nHotter than Satan, the repeated parole violations\nXzibit work the angles, cordless to dirty angels\nHow the West was Won: with microphones and turntables","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Dilated Peoples, AG, Defari, Xzibit - Rework the Angles\n  artist: Dilated Peoples\n  album: Major League\n  duration_ms: 213620\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [A.G.]\n  Check it out now\n  I work the angles like, off the cushion in the sidepocket\n  Electrifying like a live socket\n  Hit em with all flavors, yup\n  We tryin to be neighbords with pro-ballplayers, I'm talkin papers\n  or keep it realer, and see me on a Iron Caterpillar\n  On point like a killer, plus ready, to deliver\n  type gifted, treat the mic right, or I might rip it\n  Critics dig my style cause I write different, no hype\n  I just kick it, low-lifes, they wanna get it\n  I shine like the ice when I hold mics, everytime\n  got every dime, sayin this nigga so nice, you know what?\n  They so right, you get stuck, I'll go twice\n  Lit it up when I blow mics\n\n  [Evidence]\n  Show mic precise, require sacrifice\n  That's no hassle, the master got more loops than lassos\n  Y'all hear me? They all conspiracy theories\n  Worthless, like testing Ev' defeats the purpose\n  Since the beginning, intrigued by pot and attentive women\n  Breakbeats and windmills on concrete\n  covered by cardboard, seafloor to skyline\n  Bottom line, in rhyme yo, put in time you shine\n  That's right sometimes I get so hyped\n  I feel like Diamond D the best producer on the mic\n  I aced this -- most punchlines are tasteless\n  Regular, average, mediocre, makeshift\n  To all my DJ's, with skills you got a lotta\n  This ain't on your mixtape, yo it coulda been hotta\n  The method in this game they'll have you drained and strangles\n  Don't go to them, let em come to you, and work the angles\n\n  [Defari]\n  Don't sleep on, I leave your knee torn, like Sehorn\n  Liquid MC storm, like children of the corn, a wild freeform\n  of energy, mentally fit to last a century\n  Like centuries, one double-zero translate to victories\n  You kiddin me me? Come wack that's not my history\n  Kidnap the wack and break his ankles, remember +Misery+?\n  Lyrically you're skatin out of control\n  Work the angles 'round the globe, from Newark to South Pole\n  It's so cold that MC's catch pneumonia\n  I'm airborne, from L.A. to Barcelona\n  I rock heads from Pomona out the Bronx\n  Drop the sure needle contact, now watch me launch\n  DJ's, you jugglin, that means I'm bubblin\n  Defari on the remix fix, this shit is thunderin\n  Picture me fumblin or droppin the ball\n  That's like picturin Guy without that nigga Aaron Hall\n\n  [Iriscience]\n  Well if a brother gets the best of me\n  Ain't no use in sniveling and blaming the referee\n  Fuck that, I strip the mic with tenacous D\n  Kick it up to Evidence, yo kick it out to me!\n  Line up the three, trifecta stroked properly\n  Rocca, I work the angles triple opticly\n  The hip-hop multi-beat real monopoly\n  My G is God, what's your G for, geometry?\n  This man of war beats cold on the seashore\n  An deeo enough to take it to the sea floor\n  Every single beat bangs like a C-4\n  We drop beats, why you asking what the beat for?\n  The Spitfire fighter Dilated entity\n  I'm learning shockers like Shockra building energy\n  While barbershops sipping Henny like the Kennedy's\n  I'm always been independent, that's word to Beni B\n  It's guaranteed\n\n  [Xzibit]\n  Make T-shirts and slingshots, I bust khakis out, bounce to the weed spot\n  Naturally, me and my faculty never play with this\n  I Used to Love H.E.R. too, but now I fucking hate the bitch\n  She's sucking up to all the niggas with the chains and whips\n  But that's alright, because all she do for me is pay the rent\n  And keep it moving, got a bad habit of losing my cool\n  Acting a fool, breaking out tools, and making the whole corwd move\n  Towards the exit, this be the next shit, we got you Dilated\n  Hotter than Satan, the repeated parole violations\n  Xzibit work the angles, cordless to dirty angels\n  How the West was Won: with microphones and turntables\n"},{"id":32574510,"name":"Rework The Angles (Dilated Peoples feat Ag Defari)","trackName":"Rework The Angles (Dilated Peoples feat Ag Defari)","artistName":"Dilated Peoples & The Likwit Crew","albumName":"Long Awaited","duration":214.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[A.G.]\nCheck it out now\nI work the angles like, off the cushion in the sidepocket\nElectrifying like a live socket\nHit em with all flavors, yup\nWe tryin to be neighbords with pro-ballplayers, I'm talkin papers\nor keep it realer, and see me on a Iron Caterpillar\nOn point like a killer, plus ready, to deliver\ntype gifted, treat the mic right, or I might rip it\nCritics dig my style cause I write different, no hype\nI just kick it, low-lifes, they wanna get it\nI shine like the ice when I hold mics, everytime\ngot every dime, sayin this nigga so nice, you know what?\nThey so right, you get stuck, I'll go twice\nLit it up when I blow mics\n\n[Evidence]\nShow mic precise, require sacrifice\nThat's no hassle, the master got more loops than lassos\nY'all hear me? They all conspiracy theories\nWorthless, like testing Ev' defeats the purpose\nSince the beginning, intrigued by pot and attentive women\nBreakbeats and windmills on concrete\ncovered by cardboard, seafloor to skyline\nBottom line, in rhyme yo, put in time you shine\nThat's right sometimes I get so hyped\nI feel like Diamond D the best producer on the mic\nI aced this -- most punchlines are tasteless\nRegular, average, mediocre, makeshift\nTo all my DJ's, with skills you got a lotta\nThis ain't on your mixtape, yo it coulda been hotta\nThe method in this game they'll have you drained and strangles\nDon't go to them, let em come to you, and work the angles\n\n[Defari]\nDon't sleep on, I leave your knee torn, like Sehorn\nLiquid MC storm, like children of the corn, a wild freeform\nof energy, mentally fit to last a century\nLike centuries, one double-zero translate to victories\nYou kiddin me me? Come wack that's not my history\nKidnap the wack and break his ankles, remember +Misery+?\nLyrically you're skatin out of control\nWork the angles 'round the globe, from Newark to South Pole\nIt's so cold that MC's catch pneumonia\nI'm airborne, from L.A. to Barcelona\nI rock heads from Pomona out the Bronx\nDrop the sure needle contact, now watch me launch\nDJ's, you jugglin, that means I'm bubblin\nDefari on the remix fix, this shit is thunderin\nPicture me fumblin or droppin the ball\nThat's like picturin Guy without that nigga Aaron Hall\n\n[Iriscience]\nWell if a brother gets the best of me\nAin't no use in sniveling and blaming the referee\nFuck that, I strip the mic with tenacous D\nKick it up to Evidence, yo kick it out to me!\nLine up the three, trifecta stroked properly\nRocca, I work the angles triple opticly\nThe hip-hop multi-beat real monopoly\nMy G is God, what's your G for, geometry?\nThis man of war beats cold on the seashore\nAn deeo enough to take it to the sea floor\nEvery single beat bangs like a C-4\nWe drop beats, why you asking what the beat for?\nThe Spitfire fighter Dilated entity\nI'm learning shockers like Shockra building energy\nWhile barbershops sipping Henny like the Kennedy's\nI'm always been independent, that's word to Beni B\nIt's guaranteed\n\n[Xzibit]\nMake T-shirts and slingshots, I bust khakis out, bounce to the weed spot\nNaturally, me and my faculty never play with this\nI Used to Love H.E.R. too, but now I fucking hate the bitch\nShe's sucking up to all the niggas with the chains and whips\nBut that's alright, because all she do for me is pay the rent\nAnd keep it moving, got a bad habit of losing my cool\nActing a fool, breaking out tools, and making the whole corwd move\nTowards the exit, this be the next shit, we got you Dilated\nHotter than Satan, the repeated parole violations\nXzibit work the angles, cordless to dirty angels\nHow the West was Won: with microphones and turntables","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Rework The Angles (Dilated Peoples feat Ag Defari)\n  artist: Dilated Peoples & The Likwit Crew\n  album: Long Awaited\n  duration_ms: 214000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [A.G.]\n  Check it out now\n  I work the angles like, off the cushion in the sidepocket\n  Electrifying like a live socket\n  Hit em with all flavors, yup\n  We tryin to be neighbords with pro-ballplayers, I'm talkin papers\n  or keep it realer, and see me on a Iron Caterpillar\n  On point like a killer, plus ready, to deliver\n  type gifted, treat the mic right, or I might rip it\n  Critics dig my style cause I write different, no hype\n  I just kick it, low-lifes, they wanna get it\n  I shine like the ice when I hold mics, everytime\n  got every dime, sayin this nigga so nice, you know what?\n  They so right, you get stuck, I'll go twice\n  Lit it up when I blow mics\n\n  [Evidence]\n  Show mic precise, require sacrifice\n  That's no hassle, the master got more loops than lassos\n  Y'all hear me? They all conspiracy theories\n  Worthless, like testing Ev' defeats the purpose\n  Since the beginning, intrigued by pot and attentive women\n  Breakbeats and windmills on concrete\n  covered by cardboard, seafloor to skyline\n  Bottom line, in rhyme yo, put in time you shine\n  That's right sometimes I get so hyped\n  I feel like Diamond D the best producer on the mic\n  I aced this -- most punchlines are tasteless\n  Regular, average, mediocre, makeshift\n  To all my DJ's, with skills you got a lotta\n  This ain't on your mixtape, yo it coulda been hotta\n  The method in this game they'll have you drained and strangles\n  Don't go to them, let em come to you, and work the angles\n\n  [Defari]\n  Don't sleep on, I leave your knee torn, like Sehorn\n  Liquid MC storm, like children of the corn, a wild freeform\n  of energy, mentally fit to last a century\n  Like centuries, one double-zero translate to victories\n  You kiddin me me? Come wack that's not my history\n  Kidnap the wack and break his ankles, remember +Misery+?\n  Lyrically you're skatin out of control\n  Work the angles 'round the globe, from Newark to South Pole\n  It's so cold that MC's catch pneumonia\n  I'm airborne, from L.A. to Barcelona\n  I rock heads from Pomona out the Bronx\n  Drop the sure needle contact, now watch me launch\n  DJ's, you jugglin, that means I'm bubblin\n  Defari on the remix fix, this shit is thunderin\n  Picture me fumblin or droppin the ball\n  That's like picturin Guy without that nigga Aaron Hall\n\n  [Iriscience]\n  Well if a brother gets the best of me\n  Ain't no use in sniveling and blaming the referee\n  Fuck that, I strip the mic with tenacous D\n  Kick it up to Evidence, yo kick it out to me!\n  Line up the three, trifecta stroked properly\n  Rocca, I work the angles triple opticly\n  The hip-hop multi-beat real monopoly\n  My G is God, what's your G for, geometry?\n  This man of war beats cold on the seashore\n  An deeo enough to take it to the sea floor\n  Every single beat bangs like a C-4\n  We drop beats, why you asking what the beat for?\n  The Spitfire fighter Dilated entity\n  I'm learning shockers like Shockra building energy\n  While barbershops sipping Henny like the Kennedy's\n  I'm always been independent, that's word to Beni B\n  It's guaranteed\n\n  [Xzibit]\n  Make T-shirts and slingshots, I bust khakis out, bounce to the weed spot\n  Naturally, me and my faculty never play with this\n  I Used to Love H.E.R. too, but now I fucking hate the bitch\n  She's sucking up to all the niggas with the chains and whips\n  But that's alright, because all she do for me is pay the rent\n  And keep it moving, got a bad habit of losing my cool\n  Acting a fool, breaking out tools, and making the whole corwd move\n  Towards the exit, this be the next shit, we got you Dilated\n  Hotter than Satan, the repeated parole violations\n  Xzibit work the angles, cordless to dirty angels\n  How the West was Won: with microphones and turntables\n"},{"id":25485759,"name":"Rework The Angles","trackName":"Rework The Angles","artistName":"Dilated Peoples, AG, Defari, X","albumName":"Major League (Bootleg)","duration":213.630417,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[A.G.]\nCheck it out now\nI work the angles like, off the cushion in the sidepocket\nElectrifying like a live socket\nHit em with all flavors, yup\nWe tryin to be neighbords with pro-ballplayers, I'm talkin papers\nor keep it realer, and see me on a Iron Caterpillar\nOn point like a killer, plus ready, to deliver\ntype gifted, treat the mic right, or I might rip it\nCritics dig my style cause I write different, no hype\nI just kick it, low-lifes, they wanna get it\nI shine like the ice when I hold mics, everytime\ngot every dime, sayin this nigga so nice, you know what?\nThey so right, you get stuck, I'll go twice\nLit it up when I blow mics\n\n[Evidence]\nShow mic precise, require sacrifice\nThat's no hassle, the master got more loops than lassos\nY'all hear me? They all conspiracy theories\nWorthless, like testing Ev' defeats the purpose\nSince the beginning, intrigued by pot and attentive women\nBreakbeats and windmills on concrete\ncovered by cardboard, seafloor to skyline\nBottom line, in rhyme yo, put in time you shine\nThat's right sometimes I get so hyped\nI feel like Diamond D the best producer on the mic\nI aced this -- most punchlines are tasteless\nRegular, average, mediocre, makeshift\nTo all my DJ's, with skills you got a lotta\nThis ain't on your mixtape, yo it coulda been hotta\nThe method in this game they'll have you drained and strangles\nDon't go to them, let em come to you, and work the angles\n\n[Defari]\nDon't sleep on, I leave your knee torn, like Sehorn\nLiquid MC storm, like children of the corn, a wild freeform\nof energy, mentally fit to last a century\nLike centuries, one double-zero translate to victories\nYou kiddin me me? Come wack that's not my history\nKidnap the wack and break his ankles, remember +Misery+?\nLyrically you're skatin out of control\nWork the angles 'round the globe, from Newark to South Pole\nIt's so cold that MC's catch pneumonia\nI'm airborne, from L.A. to Barcelona\nI rock heads from Pomona out the Bronx\nDrop the sure needle contact, now watch me launch\nDJ's, you jugglin, that means I'm bubblin\nDefari on the remix fix, this shit is thunderin\nPicture me fumblin or droppin the ball\nThat's like picturin Guy without that nigga Aaron Hall\n\n[Iriscience]\nWell if a brother gets the best of me\nAin't no use in sniveling and blaming the referee\nFuck that, I strip the mic with tenacous D\nKick it up to Evidence, yo kick it out to me!\nLine up the three, trifecta stroked properly\nRocca, I work the angles triple opticly\nThe hip-hop multi-beat real monopoly\nMy G is God, what's your G for, geometry?\nThis man of war beats cold on the seashore\nAn deeo enough to take it to the sea floor\nEvery single beat bangs like a C-4\nWe drop beats, why you asking what the beat for?\nThe Spitfire fighter Dilated entity\nI'm learning shockers like Shockra building energy\nWhile barbershops sipping Henny like the Kennedy's\nI'm always been independent, that's word to Beni B\nIt's guaranteed\n\n[Xzibit]\nMake T-shirts and slingshots, I bust khakis out, bounce to the weed spot\nNaturally, me and my faculty never play with this\nI Used to Love H.E.R. too, but now I fucking hate the bitch\nShe's sucking up to all the niggas with the chains and whips\nBut that's alright, because all she do for me is pay the rent\nAnd keep it moving, got a bad habit of losing my cool\nActing a fool, breaking out tools, and making the whole corwd move\nTowards the exit, this be the next shit, we got you Dilated\nHotter than Satan, the repeated parole violations\nXzibit work the angles, cordless to dirty angels\nHow the West was Won: with microphones and turntables","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Rework The Angles\n  artist: Dilated Peoples, AG, Defari, X\n  album: Major League (Bootleg)\n  duration_ms: 213630\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [A.G.]\n  Check it out now\n  I work the angles like, off the cushion in the sidepocket\n  Electrifying like a live socket\n  Hit em with all flavors, yup\n  We tryin to be neighbords with pro-ballplayers, I'm talkin papers\n  or keep it realer, and see me on a Iron Caterpillar\n  On point like a killer, plus ready, to deliver\n  type gifted, treat the mic right, or I might rip it\n  Critics dig my style cause I write different, no hype\n  I just kick it, low-lifes, they wanna get it\n  I shine like the ice when I hold mics, everytime\n  got every dime, sayin this nigga so nice, you know what?\n  They so right, you get stuck, I'll go twice\n  Lit it up when I blow mics\n\n  [Evidence]\n  Show mic precise, require sacrifice\n  That's no hassle, the master got more loops than lassos\n  Y'all hear me? They all conspiracy theories\n  Worthless, like testing Ev' defeats the purpose\n  Since the beginning, intrigued by pot and attentive women\n  Breakbeats and windmills on concrete\n  covered by cardboard, seafloor to skyline\n  Bottom line, in rhyme yo, put in time you shine\n  That's right sometimes I get so hyped\n  I feel like Diamond D the best producer on the mic\n  I aced this -- most punchlines are tasteless\n  Regular, average, mediocre, makeshift\n  To all my DJ's, with skills you got a lotta\n  This ain't on your mixtape, yo it coulda been hotta\n  The method in this game they'll have you drained and strangles\n  Don't go to them, let em come to you, and work the angles\n\n  [Defari]\n  Don't sleep on, I leave your knee torn, like Sehorn\n  Liquid MC storm, like children of the corn, a wild freeform\n  of energy, mentally fit to last a century\n  Like centuries, one double-zero translate to victories\n  You kiddin me me? Come wack that's not my history\n  Kidnap the wack and break his ankles, remember +Misery+?\n  Lyrically you're skatin out of control\n  Work the angles 'round the globe, from Newark to South Pole\n  It's so cold that MC's catch pneumonia\n  I'm airborne, from L.A. to Barcelona\n  I rock heads from Pomona out the Bronx\n  Drop the sure needle contact, now watch me launch\n  DJ's, you jugglin, that means I'm bubblin\n  Defari on the remix fix, this shit is thunderin\n  Picture me fumblin or droppin the ball\n  That's like picturin Guy without that nigga Aaron Hall\n\n  [Iriscience]\n  Well if a brother gets the best of me\n  Ain't no use in sniveling and blaming the referee\n  Fuck that, I strip the mic with tenacous D\n  Kick it up to Evidence, yo kick it out to me!\n  Line up the three, trifecta stroked properly\n  Rocca, I work the angles triple opticly\n  The hip-hop multi-beat real monopoly\n  My G is God, what's your G for, geometry?\n  This man of war beats cold on the seashore\n  An deeo enough to take it to the sea floor\n  Every single beat bangs like a C-4\n  We drop beats, why you asking what the beat for?\n  The Spitfire fighter Dilated entity\n  I'm learning shockers like Shockra building energy\n  While barbershops sipping Henny like the Kennedy's\n  I'm always been independent, that's word to Beni B\n  It's guaranteed\n\n  [Xzibit]\n  Make T-shirts and slingshots, I bust khakis out, bounce to the weed spot\n  Naturally, me and my faculty never play with this\n  I Used to Love H.E.R. too, but now I fucking hate the bitch\n  She's sucking up to all the niggas with the chains and whips\n  But that's alright, because all she do for me is pay the rent\n  And keep it moving, got a bad habit of losing my cool\n  Acting a fool, breaking out tools, and making the whole corwd move\n  Towards the exit, this be the next shit, we got you Dilated\n  Hotter than Satan, the repeated parole violations\n  Xzibit work the angles, cordless to dirty angels\n  How the West was Won: with microphones and turntables\n"},{"id":12335412,"name":"Rework the Angles","trackName":"Rework the Angles","artistName":"Dilated Peoples feat. AG, Defari & Xzibit","albumName":"Long Awaited","duration":215.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[A.G.]\nCheck it out now\nI work the angles like, off the cushion in the sidepocket\nElectrifying like a live socket\nHit em with all flavors, yup\nWe tryin to be neighbords with pro-ballplayers, I'm talkin papers\nor keep it realer, and see me on a Iron Caterpillar\nOn point like a killer, plus ready, to deliver\ntype gifted, treat the mic right, or I might rip it\nCritics dig my style cause I write different, no hype\nI just kick it, low-lifes, they wanna get it\nI shine like the ice when I hold mics, everytime\ngot every dime, sayin this nigga so nice, you know what?\nThey so right, you get stuck, I'll go twice\nLit it up when I blow mics\n\n[Evidence]\nShow mic precise, require sacrifice\nThat's no hassle, the master got more loops than lassos\nY'all hear me? They all conspiracy theories\nWorthless, like testing Ev' defeats the purpose\nSince the beginning, intrigued by pot and attentive women\nBreakbeats and windmills on concrete\ncovered by cardboard, seafloor to skyline\nBottom line, in rhyme yo, put in time you shine\nThat's right sometimes I get so hyped\nI feel like Diamond D the best producer on the mic\nI aced this -- most punchlines are tasteless\nRegular, average, mediocre, makeshift\nTo all my DJ's, with skills you got a lotta\nThis ain't on your mixtape, yo it coulda been hotta\nThe method in this game they'll have you drained and strangles\nDon't go to them, let em come to you, and work the angles\n\n[Defari]\nDon't sleep on, I leave your knee torn, like Sehorn\nLiquid MC storm, like children of the corn, a wild freeform\nof energy, mentally fit to last a century\nLike centuries, one double-zero translate to victories\nYou kiddin me me? Come wack that's not my history\nKidnap the wack and break his ankles, remember +Misery+?\nLyrically you're skatin out of control\nWork the angles 'round the globe, from Newark to South Pole\nIt's so cold that MC's catch pneumonia\nI'm airborne, from L.A. to Barcelona\nI rock heads from Pomona out the Bronx\nDrop the sure needle contact, now watch me launch\nDJ's, you jugglin, that means I'm bubblin\nDefari on the remix fix, this shit is thunderin\nPicture me fumblin or droppin the ball\nThat's like picturin Guy without that nigga Aaron Hall\n\n[Iriscience]\nWell if a brother gets the best of me\nAin't no use in sniveling and blaming the referee\nFuck that, I strip the mic with tenacous D\nKick it up to Evidence, yo kick it out to me!\nLine up the three, trifecta stroked properly\nRocca, I work the angles triple opticly\nThe hip-hop multi-beat real monopoly\nMy G is God, what's your G for, geometry?\nThis man of war beats cold on the seashore\nAn deeo enough to take it to the sea floor\nEvery single beat bangs like a C-4\nWe drop beats, why you asking what the beat for?\nThe Spitfire fighter Dilated entity\nI'm learning shockers like Shockra building energy\nWhile barbershops sipping Henny like the Kennedy's\nI'm always been independent, that's word to Beni B\nIt's guaranteed\n\n[Xzibit]\nMake T-shirts and slingshots, I bust khakis out, bounce to the weed spot\nNaturally, me and my faculty never play with this\nI Used to Love H.E.R. too, but now I fucking hate the bitch\nShe's sucking up to all the niggas with the chains and whips\nBut that's alright, because all she do for me is pay the rent\nAnd keep it moving, got a bad habit of losing my cool\nActing a fool, breaking out tools, and making the whole corwd move\nTowards the exit, this be the next shit, we got you Dilated\nHotter than Satan, the repeated parole violations\nXzibit work the angles, cordless to dirty angels\nHow the West was Won: with microphones and turntables","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Rework the Angles\n  artist: Dilated Peoples feat. AG, Defari & Xzibit\n  album: Long Awaited\n  duration_ms: 215000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [A.G.]\n  Check it out now\n  I work the angles like, off the cushion in the sidepocket\n  Electrifying like a live socket\n  Hit em with all flavors, yup\n  We tryin to be neighbords with pro-ballplayers, I'm talkin papers\n  or keep it realer, and see me on a Iron Caterpillar\n  On point like a killer, plus ready, to deliver\n  type gifted, treat the mic right, or I might rip it\n  Critics dig my style cause I write different, no hype\n  I just kick it, low-lifes, they wanna get it\n  I shine like the ice when I hold mics, everytime\n  got every dime, sayin this nigga so nice, you know what?\n  They so right, you get stuck, I'll go twice\n  Lit it up when I blow mics\n\n  [Evidence]\n  Show mic precise, require sacrifice\n  That's no hassle, the master got more loops than lassos\n  Y'all hear me? They all conspiracy theories\n  Worthless, like testing Ev' defeats the purpose\n  Since the beginning, intrigued by pot and attentive women\n  Breakbeats and windmills on concrete\n  covered by cardboard, seafloor to skyline\n  Bottom line, in rhyme yo, put in time you shine\n  That's right sometimes I get so hyped\n  I feel like Diamond D the best producer on the mic\n  I aced this -- most punchlines are tasteless\n  Regular, average, mediocre, makeshift\n  To all my DJ's, with skills you got a lotta\n  This ain't on your mixtape, yo it coulda been hotta\n  The method in this game they'll have you drained and strangles\n  Don't go to them, let em come to you, and work the angles\n\n  [Defari]\n  Don't sleep on, I leave your knee torn, like Sehorn\n  Liquid MC storm, like children of the corn, a wild freeform\n  of energy, mentally fit to last a century\n  Like centuries, one double-zero translate to victories\n  You kiddin me me? Come wack that's not my history\n  Kidnap the wack and break his ankles, remember +Misery+?\n  Lyrically you're skatin out of control\n  Work the angles 'round the globe, from Newark to South Pole\n  It's so cold that MC's catch pneumonia\n  I'm airborne, from L.A. to Barcelona\n  I rock heads from Pomona out the Bronx\n  Drop the sure needle contact, now watch me launch\n  DJ's, you jugglin, that means I'm bubblin\n  Defari on the remix fix, this shit is thunderin\n  Picture me fumblin or droppin the ball\n  That's like picturin Guy without that nigga Aaron Hall\n\n  [Iriscience]\n  Well if a brother gets the best of me\n  Ain't no use in sniveling and blaming the referee\n  Fuck that, I strip the mic with tenacous D\n  Kick it up to Evidence, yo kick it out to me!\n  Line up the three, trifecta stroked properly\n  Rocca, I work the angles triple opticly\n  The hip-hop multi-beat real monopoly\n  My G is God, what's your G for, geometry?\n  This man of war beats cold on the seashore\n  An deeo enough to take it to the sea floor\n  Every single beat bangs like a C-4\n  We drop beats, why you asking what the beat for?\n  The Spitfire fighter Dilated entity\n  I'm learning shockers like Shockra building energy\n  While barbershops sipping Henny like the Kennedy's\n  I'm always been independent, that's word to Beni B\n  It's guaranteed\n\n  [Xzibit]\n  Make T-shirts and slingshots, I bust khakis out, bounce to the weed spot\n  Naturally, me and my faculty never play with this\n  I Used to Love H.E.R. too, but now I fucking hate the bitch\n  She's sucking up to all the niggas with the chains and whips\n  But that's alright, because all she do for me is pay the rent\n  And keep it moving, got a bad habit of losing my cool\n  Acting a fool, breaking out tools, and making the whole corwd move\n  Towards the exit, this be the next shit, we got you Dilated\n  Hotter than Satan, the repeated parole violations\n  Xzibit work the angles, cordless to dirty angels\n  How the West was Won: with microphones and turntables\n"}]