[{"id":2254754,"name":"Manslaughter","trackName":"Manslaughter","artistName":"EPMD","albumName":"Business As Usual","duration":277.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Pmd] manslaughter (repeat 4x)\n\nVerse one: erick sermon\n\nCode name e-d, check on the one two three\nBlack male hard mc\nRap record slave, a brother on the scene\nWith a machine gun and one magazine\nWanted, a half a million for the body alone\nTwo million for the microphone\nIf you see him, dial 5 dash slayer\nA hotline to the governor and mayor\nHe's armed wit ammo, a weapon that's mine\nAll black in rap, strap tech nine\nSilencer clipped, check the rip on the sneak tip\nThe boy's about ta flip\n\nManslaughter (repeat 2x)\nThey call him manslaughter\nManslaughter\n\nVerse two: pmd\n\nCode name md, rappin fanatic\nNo short taken, black asiatic\nHit man, keeps my belt unbuckled\nBook a look on my grill with no signs of a chuckle\nOr laughter, cause my name ain't casper\nThe friendly ghost, but I smoke an mc if I have to\nQuick fast like alakazoo, alakazam\nAnd I'll be damned, cuz my rhymes slam like bam-bam\nRubble, partner code name is e-double\nIt's those hazel green eyes that keep my man in trouble\nGirls ride the tip, brothers on his sac\nI had to change my name to bruce wayne, also known as bat-\nMan, and grab the bozack wit this hand\nAs I slay ya manslaughter\n\nManslaughter\nThey call him manslaughter\nManslaughter\n\nVerse three: erick sermon\n\nMad man fully strapped and I quote\nDon't flex, last chump who did, he got smoked\nUndercover, not d-t but e-d\nAnd wonder why you're spinning my records on thirty-three\nI'm the original, never did crime, I'm no criminal\nNo static, pack a forty-five automatic\nBlack cat strapped in rap, holding my johnson\nWalking the streets, a vigilante charles bronson\nAs the beat kick, face his plate on the m1 done\nStyle's sharper than the blade in shogun\nFirst suckers disrupt the brain of a sucker mc\nThat can't count one two three\nI manage to damage, I roast the whole membrane\nInsane, like a basehead doing cocaine\nI kill a farmer, plus his daughter\nCause I'm the e-double, and this is manslaughter\n\nThey call us manslaughter\nThey call it manslaughter\nManslaughter\n\nVerse four: pmd\n\nAs I stare deep into the mirror, I could only resort\nTo a hardcore gangsta, penile train of thought\nYou're stomped out, you're beat down, you go big top shit\nRun your trunk jewels or get, pistol whipped\nCause I'm too swift to slip or miss a stitch on my rap hit\nSleep on a sucker and you still can't get with\nMe bro, wit this flow and I don't know judo\nGunflow is my style, say this so that you know\nThere's no time to dance or romance with a nuisance\nPlay ya like a puppet to put some lead in ya pants\nThen off you go to the rap rat pack\nBe stripped of your mic, punk on your head we stamped bozack\nThat's what the doctor ordered\nTake two of these, dead, manslaughter\n\nThey call it manslaughter\nThey call it manslaughter\nManslaughter\nTo the farmer and his daughter, manslaughter","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Manslaughter\n  artist: EPMD\n  album: Business As Usual\n  duration_ms: 277000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Pmd] manslaughter (repeat 4x)\n\n  Verse one: erick sermon\n\n  Code name e-d, check on the one two three\n  Black male hard mc\n  Rap record slave, a brother on the scene\n  With a machine gun and one magazine\n  Wanted, a half a million for the body alone\n  Two million for the microphone\n  If you see him, dial 5 dash slayer\n  A hotline to the governor and mayor\n  He's armed wit ammo, a weapon that's mine\n  All black in rap, strap tech nine\n  Silencer clipped, check the rip on the sneak tip\n  The boy's about ta flip\n\n  Manslaughter (repeat 2x)\n  They call him manslaughter\n  Manslaughter\n\n  Verse two: pmd\n\n  Code name md, rappin fanatic\n  No short taken, black asiatic\n  Hit man, keeps my belt unbuckled\n  Book a look on my grill with no signs of a chuckle\n  Or laughter, cause my name ain't casper\n  The friendly ghost, but I smoke an mc if I have to\n  Quick fast like alakazoo, alakazam\n  And I'll be damned, cuz my rhymes slam like bam-bam\n  Rubble, partner code name is e-double\n  It's those hazel green eyes that keep my man in trouble\n  Girls ride the tip, brothers on his sac\n  I had to change my name to bruce wayne, also known as bat-\n  Man, and grab the bozack wit this hand\n  As I slay ya manslaughter\n\n  Manslaughter\n  They call him manslaughter\n  Manslaughter\n\n  Verse three: erick sermon\n\n  Mad man fully strapped and I quote\n  Don't flex, last chump who did, he got smoked\n  Undercover, not d-t but e-d\n  And wonder why you're spinning my records on thirty-three\n  I'm the original, never did crime, I'm no criminal\n  No static, pack a forty-five automatic\n  Black cat strapped in rap, holding my johnson\n  Walking the streets, a vigilante charles bronson\n  As the beat kick, face his plate on the m1 done\n  Style's sharper than the blade in shogun\n  First suckers disrupt the brain of a sucker mc\n  That can't count one two three\n  I manage to damage, I roast the whole membrane\n  Insane, like a basehead doing cocaine\n  I kill a farmer, plus his daughter\n  Cause I'm the e-double, and this is manslaughter\n\n  They call us manslaughter\n  They call it manslaughter\n  Manslaughter\n\n  Verse four: pmd\n\n  As I stare deep into the mirror, I could only resort\n  To a hardcore gangsta, penile train of thought\n  You're stomped out, you're beat down, you go big top shit\n  Run your trunk jewels or get, pistol whipped\n  Cause I'm too swift to slip or miss a stitch on my rap hit\n  Sleep on a sucker and you still can't get with\n  Me bro, wit this flow and I don't know judo\n  Gunflow is my style, say this so that you know\n  There's no time to dance or romance with a nuisance\n  Play ya like a puppet to put some lead in ya pants\n  Then off you go to the rap rat pack\n  Be stripped of your mic, punk on your head we stamped bozack\n  That's what the doctor ordered\n  Take two of these, dead, manslaughter\n\n  They call it manslaughter\n  They call it manslaughter\n  Manslaughter\n  To the farmer and his daughter, manslaughter\n"},{"id":32773635,"name":"Manslaughter","trackName":"Manslaughter","artistName":"EPMD","albumName":"Live Business","duration":203.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Pmd] manslaughter (repeat 4x)\n\nVerse one: erick sermon\n\nCode name e-d, check on the one two three\nBlack male hard mc\nRap record slave, a brother on the scene\nWith a machine gun and one magazine\nWanted, a half a million for the body alone\nTwo million for the microphone\nIf you see him, dial 5 dash slayer\nA hotline to the governor and mayor\nHe's armed wit ammo, a weapon that's mine\nAll black in rap, strap tech nine\nSilencer clipped, check the rip on the sneak tip\nThe boy's about ta flip\n\nManslaughter (repeat 2x)\nThey call him manslaughter\nManslaughter\n\nVerse two: pmd\n\nCode name md, rappin fanatic\nNo short taken, black asiatic\nHit man, keeps my belt unbuckled\nBook a look on my grill with no signs of a chuckle\nOr laughter, cause my name ain't casper\nThe friendly ghost, but I smoke an mc if I have to\nQuick fast like alakazoo, alakazam\nAnd I'll be damned, cuz my rhymes slam like bam-bam\nRubble, partner code name is e-double\nIt's those hazel green eyes that keep my man in trouble\nGirls ride the tip, brothers on his sac\nI had to change my name to bruce wayne, also known as bat-\nMan, and grab the bozack wit this hand\nAs I slay ya manslaughter\n\nManslaughter\nThey call him manslaughter\nManslaughter\n\nVerse three: erick sermon\n\nMad man fully strapped and I quote\nDon't flex, last chump who did, he got smoked\nUndercover, not d-t but e-d\nAnd wonder why you're spinning my records on thirty-three\nI'm the original, never did crime, I'm no criminal\nNo static, pack a forty-five automatic\nBlack cat strapped in rap, holding my johnson\nWalking the streets, a vigilante charles bronson\nAs the beat kick, face his plate on the m1 done\nStyle's sharper than the blade in shogun\nFirst suckers disrupt the brain of a sucker mc\nThat can't count one two three\nI manage to damage, I roast the whole membrane\nInsane, like a basehead doing cocaine\nI kill a farmer, plus his daughter\nCause I'm the e-double, and this is manslaughter\n\nThey call us manslaughter\nThey call it manslaughter\nManslaughter\n\nVerse four: pmd\n\nAs I stare deep into the mirror, I could only resort\nTo a hardcore gangsta, penile train of thought\nYou're stomped out, you're beat down, you go big top shit\nRun your trunk jewels or get, pistol whipped\nCause I'm too swift to slip or miss a stitch on my rap hit\nSleep on a sucker and you still can't get with\nMe bro, wit this flow and I don't know judo\nGunflow is my style, say this so that you know\nThere's no time to dance or romance with a nuisance\nPlay ya like a puppet to put some lead in ya pants\nThen off you go to the rap rat pack\nBe stripped of your mic, punk on your head we stamped bozack\nThat's what the doctor ordered\nTake two of these, dead, manslaughter\n\nThey call it manslaughter\nThey call it manslaughter\nManslaughter\nTo the farmer and his daughter, manslaughter","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Manslaughter\n  artist: EPMD\n  album: Live Business\n  duration_ms: 203000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Pmd] manslaughter (repeat 4x)\n\n  Verse one: erick sermon\n\n  Code name e-d, check on the one two three\n  Black male hard mc\n  Rap record slave, a brother on the scene\n  With a machine gun and one magazine\n  Wanted, a half a million for the body alone\n  Two million for the microphone\n  If you see him, dial 5 dash slayer\n  A hotline to the governor and mayor\n  He's armed wit ammo, a weapon that's mine\n  All black in rap, strap tech nine\n  Silencer clipped, check the rip on the sneak tip\n  The boy's about ta flip\n\n  Manslaughter (repeat 2x)\n  They call him manslaughter\n  Manslaughter\n\n  Verse two: pmd\n\n  Code name md, rappin fanatic\n  No short taken, black asiatic\n  Hit man, keeps my belt unbuckled\n  Book a look on my grill with no signs of a chuckle\n  Or laughter, cause my name ain't casper\n  The friendly ghost, but I smoke an mc if I have to\n  Quick fast like alakazoo, alakazam\n  And I'll be damned, cuz my rhymes slam like bam-bam\n  Rubble, partner code name is e-double\n  It's those hazel green eyes that keep my man in trouble\n  Girls ride the tip, brothers on his sac\n  I had to change my name to bruce wayne, also known as bat-\n  Man, and grab the bozack wit this hand\n  As I slay ya manslaughter\n\n  Manslaughter\n  They call him manslaughter\n  Manslaughter\n\n  Verse three: erick sermon\n\n  Mad man fully strapped and I quote\n  Don't flex, last chump who did, he got smoked\n  Undercover, not d-t but e-d\n  And wonder why you're spinning my records on thirty-three\n  I'm the original, never did crime, I'm no criminal\n  No static, pack a forty-five automatic\n  Black cat strapped in rap, holding my johnson\n  Walking the streets, a vigilante charles bronson\n  As the beat kick, face his plate on the m1 done\n  Style's sharper than the blade in shogun\n  First suckers disrupt the brain of a sucker mc\n  That can't count one two three\n  I manage to damage, I roast the whole membrane\n  Insane, like a basehead doing cocaine\n  I kill a farmer, plus his daughter\n  Cause I'm the e-double, and this is manslaughter\n\n  They call us manslaughter\n  They call it manslaughter\n  Manslaughter\n\n  Verse four: pmd\n\n  As I stare deep into the mirror, I could only resort\n  To a hardcore gangsta, penile train of thought\n  You're stomped out, you're beat down, you go big top shit\n  Run your trunk jewels or get, pistol whipped\n  Cause I'm too swift to slip or miss a stitch on my rap hit\n  Sleep on a sucker and you still can't get with\n  Me bro, wit this flow and I don't know judo\n  Gunflow is my style, say this so that you know\n  There's no time to dance or romance with a nuisance\n  Play ya like a puppet to put some lead in ya pants\n  Then off you go to the rap rat pack\n  Be stripped of your mic, punk on your head we stamped bozack\n  That's what the doctor ordered\n  Take two of these, dead, manslaughter\n\n  They call it manslaughter\n  They call it manslaughter\n  Manslaughter\n  To the farmer and his daughter, manslaughter\n"},{"id":14080155,"name":"Manslaughter","trackName":"Manslaughter","artistName":"Epmd","albumName":"Business As Usual","duration":279.013878,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[pmd] manslaughter (repeat 4x)\n\nVerse one: erick sermon\n\nCode name e-d, check on the one two three\nBlack male hard mc\nRap record slave, a brother on the scene\nWith a machine gun and one magazine\nWanted, a half a million for the body alone\nTwo million for the microphone\nIf you see him, dial 5 dash slayer\nA hotline to the governor and mayor\nHe's armed wit ammo, a weapon that's mine\nAll black in rap, strap tech nine\nSilencer clipped, check the rip on the sneak tip\nThe boy's about ta flip\n\nManslaughter (repeat 2x)\nThey call him manslaughter\nManslaughter\n\nVerse two: pmd\n\nCode name md, rappin fanatic\nNo short taken, black asiatic\nHit man, keeps my belt unbuckled\nBook a look on my grill with no signs of a chuckle\nOr laughter, cause my name ain't casper\nThe friendly ghost, but I smoke an mc if I have to\nQuick fast like alakazoo, alakazam\nAnd I'll be damned, cuz my rhymes slam like bam-bam\nRubble, partner code name is e-double\nIt's those hazel green eyes that keep my man in trouble\nGirls ride the tip, brothers on his sac\nI had to change my name to bruce wayne, also known as bat-\nMan, and grab the bozack wit this hand\nAs I slay ya manslaughter\n\nManslaughter\nThey call him manslaughter\nManslaughter\n\nVerse three: erick sermon\n\nMad man fully strapped and I quote\nDon't flex, last chump who did, he got smoked\nUndercover, not d-t but e-d\nAnd wonder why you're spinning my records on thirty-three\nI'm the original, never did crime, I'm no criminal\nNo static, pack a forty-five automatic\nBlack cat strapped in rap, holding my johnson\nWalking the streets, a vigilante charles bronson\nAs the beat kick, face his plate on the m1 done\nStyle's sharper than the blade in shogun\nFirst suckers disrupt the brain of a sucker mc\nThat can't count one two three\nI manage to damage, I roast the whole membrane\nInsane, like a basehead doing cocaine\nI kill a farmer, plus his daughter\nCause I'm the e-double, and this is manslaughter\n\nThey call us manslaughter\nThey call it manslaughter\nManslaughter\n\nVerse four: pmd\n\nAs I stare deep into the mirror, I could only resort\nTo a hardcore gangsta, penile train of thought\nYou're stomped out, you're beat down, you go big top shit\nRun your trunk jewels or get, pistol whipped\nCause I'm too swift to slip or miss a stitch on my rap hit\nSleep on a sucker and you still can't get with\nMe bro, wit this flow and I don't know judo\nGunflow is my style, say this so that you know\nThere's no time to dance or romance with a nuisance\nPlay ya like a puppet to put some lead in ya pants\nThen off you go to the rap rat pack\nBe stripped of your mic, punk on your head we stamped bozack\nThat's what the doctor ordered\nTake two of these, dead, manslaughter\n\nThey call it manslaughter\nThey call it manslaughter\nManslaughter\nTo the farmer and his daughter, manslaughter","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Manslaughter\n  artist: Epmd\n  album: Business As Usual\n  duration_ms: 279014\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [pmd] manslaughter (repeat 4x)\n\n  Verse one: erick sermon\n\n  Code name e-d, check on the one two three\n  Black male hard mc\n  Rap record slave, a brother on the scene\n  With a machine gun and one magazine\n  Wanted, a half a million for the body alone\n  Two million for the microphone\n  If you see him, dial 5 dash slayer\n  A hotline to the governor and mayor\n  He's armed wit ammo, a weapon that's mine\n  All black in rap, strap tech nine\n  Silencer clipped, check the rip on the sneak tip\n  The boy's about ta flip\n\n  Manslaughter (repeat 2x)\n  They call him manslaughter\n  Manslaughter\n\n  Verse two: pmd\n\n  Code name md, rappin fanatic\n  No short taken, black asiatic\n  Hit man, keeps my belt unbuckled\n  Book a look on my grill with no signs of a chuckle\n  Or laughter, cause my name ain't casper\n  The friendly ghost, but I smoke an mc if I have to\n  Quick fast like alakazoo, alakazam\n  And I'll be damned, cuz my rhymes slam like bam-bam\n  Rubble, partner code name is e-double\n  It's those hazel green eyes that keep my man in trouble\n  Girls ride the tip, brothers on his sac\n  I had to change my name to bruce wayne, also known as bat-\n  Man, and grab the bozack wit this hand\n  As I slay ya manslaughter\n\n  Manslaughter\n  They call him manslaughter\n  Manslaughter\n\n  Verse three: erick sermon\n\n  Mad man fully strapped and I quote\n  Don't flex, last chump who did, he got smoked\n  Undercover, not d-t but e-d\n  And wonder why you're spinning my records on thirty-three\n  I'm the original, never did crime, I'm no criminal\n  No static, pack a forty-five automatic\n  Black cat strapped in rap, holding my johnson\n  Walking the streets, a vigilante charles bronson\n  As the beat kick, face his plate on the m1 done\n  Style's sharper than the blade in shogun\n  First suckers disrupt the brain of a sucker mc\n  That can't count one two three\n  I manage to damage, I roast the whole membrane\n  Insane, like a basehead doing cocaine\n  I kill a farmer, plus his daughter\n  Cause I'm the e-double, and this is manslaughter\n\n  They call us manslaughter\n  They call it manslaughter\n  Manslaughter\n\n  Verse four: pmd\n\n  As I stare deep into the mirror, I could only resort\n  To a hardcore gangsta, penile train of thought\n  You're stomped out, you're beat down, you go big top shit\n  Run your trunk jewels or get, pistol whipped\n  Cause I'm too swift to slip or miss a stitch on my rap hit\n  Sleep on a sucker and you still can't get with\n  Me bro, wit this flow and I don't know judo\n  Gunflow is my style, say this so that you know\n  There's no time to dance or romance with a nuisance\n  Play ya like a puppet to put some lead in ya pants\n  Then off you go to the rap rat pack\n  Be stripped of your mic, punk on your head we stamped bozack\n  That's what the doctor ordered\n  Take two of these, dead, manslaughter\n\n  They call it manslaughter\n  They call it manslaughter\n  Manslaughter\n  To the farmer and his daughter, manslaughter\n"},{"id":28310517,"name":"Manslaughter","trackName":"Manslaughter","artistName":"EPMD","albumName":"Business As Usual (Japan Remastered)","duration":279.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Pmd] manslaughter (repeat 4x)\n\nVerse one: erick sermon\n\nCode name e-d, check on the one two three\nBlack male hard mc\nRap record slave, a brother on the scene\nWith a machine gun and one magazine\nWanted, a half a million for the body alone\nTwo million for the microphone\nIf you see him, dial 5 dash slayer\nA hotline to the governor and mayor\nHe's armed wit ammo, a weapon that's mine\nAll black in rap, strap tech nine\nSilencer clipped, check the rip on the sneak tip\nThe boy's about ta flip\n\nManslaughter (repeat 2x)\nThey call him manslaughter\nManslaughter\n\nVerse two: pmd\n\nCode name md, rappin fanatic\nNo short taken, black asiatic\nHit man, keeps my belt unbuckled\nBook a look on my grill with no signs of a chuckle\nOr laughter, cause my name ain't casper\nThe friendly ghost, but I smoke an mc if I have to\nQuick fast like alakazoo, alakazam\nAnd I'll be damned, cuz my rhymes slam like bam-bam\nRubble, partner code name is e-double\nIt's those hazel green eyes that keep my man in trouble\nGirls ride the tip, brothers on his sac\nI had to change my name to bruce wayne, also known as bat-\nMan, and grab the bozack wit this hand\nAs I slay ya manslaughter\n\nManslaughter\nThey call him manslaughter\nManslaughter\n\nVerse three: erick sermon\n\nMad man fully strapped and I quote\nDon't flex, last chump who did, he got smoked\nUndercover, not d-t but e-d\nAnd wonder why you're spinning my records on thirty-three\nI'm the original, never did crime, I'm no criminal\nNo static, pack a forty-five automatic\nBlack cat strapped in rap, holding my johnson\nWalking the streets, a vigilante charles bronson\nAs the beat kick, face his plate on the m1 done\nStyle's sharper than the blade in shogun\nFirst suckers disrupt the brain of a sucker mc\nThat can't count one two three\nI manage to damage, I roast the whole membrane\nInsane, like a basehead doing cocaine\nI kill a farmer, plus his daughter\nCause I'm the e-double, and this is manslaughter\n\nThey call us manslaughter\nThey call it manslaughter\nManslaughter\n\nVerse four: pmd\n\nAs I stare deep into the mirror, I could only resort\nTo a hardcore gangsta, penile train of thought\nYou're stomped out, you're beat down, you go big top shit\nRun your trunk jewels or get, pistol whipped\nCause I'm too swift to slip or miss a stitch on my rap hit\nSleep on a sucker and you still can't get with\nMe bro, wit this flow and I don't know judo\nGunflow is my style, say this so that you know\nThere's no time to dance or romance with a nuisance\nPlay ya like a puppet to put some lead in ya pants\nThen off you go to the rap rat pack\nBe stripped of your mic, punk on your head we stamped bozack\nThat's what the doctor ordered\nTake two of these, dead, manslaughter\n\nThey call it manslaughter\nThey call it manslaughter\nManslaughter\nTo the farmer and his daughter, manslaughter","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Manslaughter\n  artist: EPMD\n  album: Business As Usual (Japan Remastered)\n  duration_ms: 279000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Pmd] manslaughter (repeat 4x)\n\n  Verse one: erick sermon\n\n  Code name e-d, check on the one two three\n  Black male hard mc\n  Rap record slave, a brother on the scene\n  With a machine gun and one magazine\n  Wanted, a half a million for the body alone\n  Two million for the microphone\n  If you see him, dial 5 dash slayer\n  A hotline to the governor and mayor\n  He's armed wit ammo, a weapon that's mine\n  All black in rap, strap tech nine\n  Silencer clipped, check the rip on the sneak tip\n  The boy's about ta flip\n\n  Manslaughter (repeat 2x)\n  They call him manslaughter\n  Manslaughter\n\n  Verse two: pmd\n\n  Code name md, rappin fanatic\n  No short taken, black asiatic\n  Hit man, keeps my belt unbuckled\n  Book a look on my grill with no signs of a chuckle\n  Or laughter, cause my name ain't casper\n  The friendly ghost, but I smoke an mc if I have to\n  Quick fast like alakazoo, alakazam\n  And I'll be damned, cuz my rhymes slam like bam-bam\n  Rubble, partner code name is e-double\n  It's those hazel green eyes that keep my man in trouble\n  Girls ride the tip, brothers on his sac\n  I had to change my name to bruce wayne, also known as bat-\n  Man, and grab the bozack wit this hand\n  As I slay ya manslaughter\n\n  Manslaughter\n  They call him manslaughter\n  Manslaughter\n\n  Verse three: erick sermon\n\n  Mad man fully strapped and I quote\n  Don't flex, last chump who did, he got smoked\n  Undercover, not d-t but e-d\n  And wonder why you're spinning my records on thirty-three\n  I'm the original, never did crime, I'm no criminal\n  No static, pack a forty-five automatic\n  Black cat strapped in rap, holding my johnson\n  Walking the streets, a vigilante charles bronson\n  As the beat kick, face his plate on the m1 done\n  Style's sharper than the blade in shogun\n  First suckers disrupt the brain of a sucker mc\n  That can't count one two three\n  I manage to damage, I roast the whole membrane\n  Insane, like a basehead doing cocaine\n  I kill a farmer, plus his daughter\n  Cause I'm the e-double, and this is manslaughter\n\n  They call us manslaughter\n  They call it manslaughter\n  Manslaughter\n\n  Verse four: pmd\n\n  As I stare deep into the mirror, I could only resort\n  To a hardcore gangsta, penile train of thought\n  You're stomped out, you're beat down, you go big top shit\n  Run your trunk jewels or get, pistol whipped\n  Cause I'm too swift to slip or miss a stitch on my rap hit\n  Sleep on a sucker and you still can't get with\n  Me bro, wit this flow and I don't know judo\n  Gunflow is my style, say this so that you know\n  There's no time to dance or romance with a nuisance\n  Play ya like a puppet to put some lead in ya pants\n  Then off you go to the rap rat pack\n  Be stripped of your mic, punk on your head we stamped bozack\n  That's what the doctor ordered\n  Take two of these, dead, manslaughter\n\n  They call it manslaughter\n  They call it manslaughter\n  Manslaughter\n  To the farmer and his daughter, manslaughter\n"},{"id":16212545,"name":"Manslaughter (Live)","trackName":"Manslaughter (Live)","artistName":"EPMD","albumName":"Live Business","duration":203.426667,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"manslaughter (repeat 4x)\n\none: erick sermon\n\nCode name e-d, check on the one two three\nBlack male hard mc\nRap record slave, a brother on the scene\nWith a machine gun and one magazine\nWanted, a half a million for the body alone\nTwo million for the microphone\nIf you see him, dial 5 dash slayer\nA hotline to the governor and mayor\nHe's armed wit ammo, a weapon that's mine\nAll black in rap, strap tech nine\nSilencer clipped, check the rip on the sneak tip\nThe boy's about ta flip\n\nManslaughter (repeat 2x)\nThey call him manslaughter\nManslaughter\n\ntwo: pmd\n\nCode name md, rappin fanatic\nNo short taken, black asiatic\nHit man, keeps my belt unbuckled\nBook a look on my grill with no signs of a chuckle\nOr laughter, cause my name ain't casper\nThe friendly ghost, but I smoke an mc if I have to\nQuick fast like alakazoo, alakazam\nAnd I'll be damned, cuz my rhymes slam like bam-bam\nRubble, partner code name is e-double\nIt's those hazel green eyes that keep my man in trouble\nGirls ride the tip, brothers on his sac\nI had to change my name to bruce wayne, also known as bat-\nMan, and grab the bozack wit this hand\nAs I slay ya manslaughter\n\nManslaughter\nThey call him manslaughter\nManslaughter\n\nthree: erick sermon\n\nMad man fully strapped and I quote\nDon't flex, last chump who did, he got smoked\nUndercover, not d-t but e-d\nAnd wonder why you're spinning my records on thirty-three\nI'm the original, never did crime, I'm no criminal\nNo static, pack a forty-five automatic\nBlack cat strapped in rap, holding my johnson\nWalking the streets, a vigilante charles bronson\nAs the beat kick, face his plate on the m1 done\nStyle's sharper than the blade in shogun\nFirst suckers disrupt the brain of a sucker mc\nThat can't count one two three\nI manage to damage, I roast the whole membrane\nInsane, like a basehead doing cocaine\nI kill a farmer, plus his daughter\nCause I'm the e-double, and this is manslaughter\n\nThey call us manslaughter\nThey call it manslaughter\nManslaughter\n\nfour: pmd\n\nAs I stare deep into the mirror, I could only resort\nTo a hardcore gangsta, penile train of thought\nYou're stomped out, you're beat down, you go big top shit\nRun your trunk jewels or get, pistol whipped\nCause I'm too swift to slip or miss a stitch on my rap hit\nSleep on a sucker and you still can't get with\nMe bro, wit this flow and I don't know judo\nGunflow is my style, say this so that you know\nThere's no time to dance or romance with a nuisance\nPlay ya like a puppet to put some lead in ya pants\nThen off you go to the rap rat pack\nBe stripped of your mic, punk on your head we stamped bozack\nThat's what the doctor ordered\nTake two of these, dead, manslaughter\n\nThey call it manslaughter\nThey call it manslaughter\nManslaughter\nTo the farmer and his daughter, manslaughter","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Manslaughter (Live)\n  artist: EPMD\n  album: Live Business\n  duration_ms: 203427\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  manslaughter (repeat 4x)\n\n  one: erick sermon\n\n  Code name e-d, check on the one two three\n  Black male hard mc\n  Rap record slave, a brother on the scene\n  With a machine gun and one magazine\n  Wanted, a half a million for the body alone\n  Two million for the microphone\n  If you see him, dial 5 dash slayer\n  A hotline to the governor and mayor\n  He's armed wit ammo, a weapon that's mine\n  All black in rap, strap tech nine\n  Silencer clipped, check the rip on the sneak tip\n  The boy's about ta flip\n\n  Manslaughter (repeat 2x)\n  They call him manslaughter\n  Manslaughter\n\n  two: pmd\n\n  Code name md, rappin fanatic\n  No short taken, black asiatic\n  Hit man, keeps my belt unbuckled\n  Book a look on my grill with no signs of a chuckle\n  Or laughter, cause my name ain't casper\n  The friendly ghost, but I smoke an mc if I have to\n  Quick fast like alakazoo, alakazam\n  And I'll be damned, cuz my rhymes slam like bam-bam\n  Rubble, partner code name is e-double\n  It's those hazel green eyes that keep my man in trouble\n  Girls ride the tip, brothers on his sac\n  I had to change my name to bruce wayne, also known as bat-\n  Man, and grab the bozack wit this hand\n  As I slay ya manslaughter\n\n  Manslaughter\n  They call him manslaughter\n  Manslaughter\n\n  three: erick sermon\n\n  Mad man fully strapped and I quote\n  Don't flex, last chump who did, he got smoked\n  Undercover, not d-t but e-d\n  And wonder why you're spinning my records on thirty-three\n  I'm the original, never did crime, I'm no criminal\n  No static, pack a forty-five automatic\n  Black cat strapped in rap, holding my johnson\n  Walking the streets, a vigilante charles bronson\n  As the beat kick, face his plate on the m1 done\n  Style's sharper than the blade in shogun\n  First suckers disrupt the brain of a sucker mc\n  That can't count one two three\n  I manage to damage, I roast the whole membrane\n  Insane, like a basehead doing cocaine\n  I kill a farmer, plus his daughter\n  Cause I'm the e-double, and this is manslaughter\n\n  They call us manslaughter\n  They call it manslaughter\n  Manslaughter\n\n  four: pmd\n\n  As I stare deep into the mirror, I could only resort\n  To a hardcore gangsta, penile train of thought\n  You're stomped out, you're beat down, you go big top shit\n  Run your trunk jewels or get, pistol whipped\n  Cause I'm too swift to slip or miss a stitch on my rap hit\n  Sleep on a sucker and you still can't get with\n  Me bro, wit this flow and I don't know judo\n  Gunflow is my style, say this so that you know\n  There's no time to dance or romance with a nuisance\n  Play ya like a puppet to put some lead in ya pants\n  Then off you go to the rap rat pack\n  Be stripped of your mic, punk on your head we stamped bozack\n  That's what the doctor ordered\n  Take two of these, dead, manslaughter\n\n  They call it manslaughter\n  They call it manslaughter\n  Manslaughter\n  To the farmer and his daughter, manslaughter\n"},{"id":37293011,"name":"Manslaughter-A-DUBB","trackName":"Manslaughter-A-DUBB","artistName":"EPMD","albumName":"The_Business_Reloaded-A-DUBB-2006","duration":281.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[pmd] manslaughter (repeat 4x)\n\nVerse one: erick sermon\n\nCode name e-d, check on the one two three\nBlack male hard mc\nRap record slave, a brother on the scene\nWith a machine gun and one magazine\nWanted, a half a million for the body alone\nTwo million for the microphone\nIf you see him, dial 5 dash slayer\nA hotline to the governor and mayor\nHe's armed wit ammo, a weapon that's mine\nAll black in rap, strap tech nine\nSilencer clipped, check the rip on the sneak tip\nThe boy's about ta flip\n\nManslaughter (repeat 2x)\nThey call him manslaughter\nManslaughter\n\nVerse two: pmd\n\nCode name md, rappin fanatic\nNo short taken, black asiatic\nHit man, keeps my belt unbuckled\nBook a look on my grill with no signs of a chuckle\nOr laughter, cause my name ain't casper\nThe friendly ghost, but I smoke an mc if I have to\nQuick fast like alakazoo, alakazam\nAnd I'll be damned, cuz my rhymes slam like bam-bam\nRubble, partner code name is e-double\nIt's those hazel green eyes that keep my man in trouble\nGirls ride the tip, brothers on his sac\nI had to change my name to bruce wayne, also known as bat-\nMan, and grab the bozack wit this hand\nAs I slay ya manslaughter\n\nManslaughter\nThey call him manslaughter\nManslaughter\n\nVerse three: erick sermon\n\nMad man fully strapped and I quote\nDon't flex, last chump who did, he got smoked\nUndercover, not d-t but e-d\nAnd wonder why you're spinning my records on thirty-three\nI'm the original, never did crime, I'm no criminal\nNo static, pack a forty-five automatic\nBlack cat strapped in rap, holding my johnson\nWalking the streets, a vigilante charles bronson\nAs the beat kick, face his plate on the m1 done\nStyle's sharper than the blade in shogun\nFirst suckers disrupt the brain of a sucker mc\nThat can't count one two three\nI manage to damage, I roast the whole membrane\nInsane, like a basehead doing cocaine\nI kill a farmer, plus his daughter\nCause I'm the e-double, and this is manslaughter\n\nThey call us manslaughter\nThey call it manslaughter\nManslaughter\n\nVerse four: pmd\n\nAs I stare deep into the mirror, I could only resort\nTo a hardcore gangsta, penile train of thought\nYou're stomped out, you're beat down, you go big top shit\nRun your trunk jewels or get, pistol whipped\nCause I'm too swift to slip or miss a stitch on my rap hit\nSleep on a sucker and you still can't get with\nMe bro, wit this flow and I don't know judo\nGunflow is my style, say this so that you know\nThere's no time to dance or romance with a nuisance\nPlay ya like a puppet to put some lead in ya pants\nThen off you go to the rap rat pack\nBe stripped of your mic, punk on your head we stamped bozack\nThat's what the doctor ordered\nTake two of these, dead, manslaughter\n\nThey call it manslaughter\nThey call it manslaughter\nManslaughter\nTo the farmer and his daughter, manslaughter","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Manslaughter-A-DUBB\n  artist: EPMD\n  album: The_Business_Reloaded-A-DUBB-2006\n  duration_ms: 280584\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [pmd] manslaughter (repeat 4x)\n\n  Verse one: erick sermon\n\n  Code name e-d, check on the one two three\n  Black male hard mc\n  Rap record slave, a brother on the scene\n  With a machine gun and one magazine\n  Wanted, a half a million for the body alone\n  Two million for the microphone\n  If you see him, dial 5 dash slayer\n  A hotline to the governor and mayor\n  He's armed wit ammo, a weapon that's mine\n  All black in rap, strap tech nine\n  Silencer clipped, check the rip on the sneak tip\n  The boy's about ta flip\n\n  Manslaughter (repeat 2x)\n  They call him manslaughter\n  Manslaughter\n\n  Verse two: pmd\n\n  Code name md, rappin fanatic\n  No short taken, black asiatic\n  Hit man, keeps my belt unbuckled\n  Book a look on my grill with no signs of a chuckle\n  Or laughter, cause my name ain't casper\n  The friendly ghost, but I smoke an mc if I have to\n  Quick fast like alakazoo, alakazam\n  And I'll be damned, cuz my rhymes slam like bam-bam\n  Rubble, partner code name is e-double\n  It's those hazel green eyes that keep my man in trouble\n  Girls ride the tip, brothers on his sac\n  I had to change my name to bruce wayne, also known as bat-\n  Man, and grab the bozack wit this hand\n  As I slay ya manslaughter\n\n  Manslaughter\n  They call him manslaughter\n  Manslaughter\n\n  Verse three: erick sermon\n\n  Mad man fully strapped and I quote\n  Don't flex, last chump who did, he got smoked\n  Undercover, not d-t but e-d\n  And wonder why you're spinning my records on thirty-three\n  I'm the original, never did crime, I'm no criminal\n  No static, pack a forty-five automatic\n  Black cat strapped in rap, holding my johnson\n  Walking the streets, a vigilante charles bronson\n  As the beat kick, face his plate on the m1 done\n  Style's sharper than the blade in shogun\n  First suckers disrupt the brain of a sucker mc\n  That can't count one two three\n  I manage to damage, I roast the whole membrane\n  Insane, like a basehead doing cocaine\n  I kill a farmer, plus his daughter\n  Cause I'm the e-double, and this is manslaughter\n\n  They call us manslaughter\n  They call it manslaughter\n  Manslaughter\n\n  Verse four: pmd\n\n  As I stare deep into the mirror, I could only resort\n  To a hardcore gangsta, penile train of thought\n  You're stomped out, you're beat down, you go big top shit\n  Run your trunk jewels or get, pistol whipped\n  Cause I'm too swift to slip or miss a stitch on my rap hit\n  Sleep on a sucker and you still can't get with\n  Me bro, wit this flow and I don't know judo\n  Gunflow is my style, say this so that you know\n  There's no time to dance or romance with a nuisance\n  Play ya like a puppet to put some lead in ya pants\n  Then off you go to the rap rat pack\n  Be stripped of your mic, punk on your head we stamped bozack\n  That's what the doctor ordered\n  Take two of these, dead, manslaughter\n\n  They call it manslaughter\n  They call it manslaughter\n  Manslaughter\n  To the farmer and his daughter, manslaughter\n"}]