[{"id":6315212,"name":"Richter Scale","trackName":"Richter Scale","artistName":"EPMD","albumName":"Back In Business","duration":195.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Check one, uh-huh\nYeah, aww yeah, uhh Richter Scale\n\nIt goes lights, camera, action I'm on\nOne more time to kill 'em, my rap flow is fulfilling\nI scream with the Beastie Boys, \"What time is it?\"\nIt's two o'clock, you gettin' knocked out the box\n\nThen kicked off the block, Def Squad Hit Squad\nNo we won't stop, fuck it, call the cops\nI be the invincible, in the school of hard knocks, I'm the principle\nFatman Joe you know\n\nAs you suffer the repercussions, comin' through the blaze\nBust the crime scene, 'cause some drama\nNiggaz duckin' when we come through, throwin' the jab, in the one-two\nLayin' MC's out to trap, when we run through, like what?\n\nLike the marathon, flooded with the diamonds on\nGet my rhymin' on, EPMD fuckin' shinin' on\nBack to Biz, new address with the fat crib\nMy shit in the Wiz, poli'-in with the big wigs\n\nOff the meter, and everytime we reach the\nTip-top and ya don't stop, uhh!\nIn the field of rap, we pull rank no question\nWe top the Richter Scale\n\nOff the meter, and everytime we reach the\nTip-top and ya don't stop, uhh!\nIn the field of rap, we pull rank no question\nWe top the Richter Scale\n\nBust the techniques, E.D. fantastic\nUnreal GangStarr shit, Mass Appeal\nRap's top dawg, I'm the one you call on\nTo get Sic'-Wid-It, E don't forget it\n\nI'm six, two and a half, heavyset, chocolate brown\nHell of a jab, gift of gab\nI'm the elite, keep it underground like street level\nI rock a Rolex watch with a diamond bezel\n\nRap terror terror, EPMD, a new era\nOff the Richter Scale, blowin' hotter than ever\nWith the Squadron, beg your pardon, got the heads noddin'\nLost your mind and said, \"Shit!\" when we barged in\n\nThe front door, rugged, keeps our shit raw\nMake hits for the fans, plus the world tour\nBelieve that, peep that E and P's back\nWreckin' heads daily, so chill and get the bozack\n\nOff the meter, and everytime we reach the\nTip-top and ya don't stop, uhh!\nIn the field of rap, we pull rank no question\nWe top the Richter Scale\n\nOff the meter, and everytime we reach the\nTip-top and ya don't stop, uhh!\nIn the field of rap, we pull rank no question\nWe top the Richter Scale\n\nYo Royal Flush-in, all my cats be bustin'\nServin' you customers and those fake hustlers\nWhassup? Step to me, I smack you silly\nI'm the Kid, but no comparison to Billy\n\nI ain't scared of you motherfuckers, can't you tell?\nGirls lose to me when they groove to Maxwell\nI got one life to live so I'm livin'\nGot girls to be hittin', more cars to be drivin'\n\nWe stripped too many beats to make too many niggaz to break\nNo moves are fake, no warnin' shots fired blastin' on crews\nLike corrupt Jakes\nThe Black Viper, scream on MC's and rhyme cyphers\nMore Dangerous Mind than, Michelle Pfeiffer\n\nSo skedaddle-daddle, you get rattled don't wanna battle-battle\nPut one to your rhyme saddle, stompin' through, like wild cattle\nWe flow beef so dead that, let that shit cease\nI'm quick with the hands, plus accurate with the two-piece\n\nOff the meter, and everytime we reach the\nTip-top and ya don't stop, uhh!\nIn the field of rap, we pull rank no question\nWe top the Richter Scale\n\nOff the meter, and everytime we reach the\nTip-top and ya don't stop, uhh!\nIn the field of rap, we pull rank no question\nWe top the Richter Scale","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Richter Scale\n  artist: EPMD\n  album: Back In Business\n  duration_ms: 195000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Check one, uh-huh\n  Yeah, aww yeah, uhh Richter Scale\n\n  It goes lights, camera, action I'm on\n  One more time to kill 'em, my rap flow is fulfilling\n  I scream with the Beastie Boys, \"What time is it?\"\n  It's two o'clock, you gettin' knocked out the box\n\n  Then kicked off the block, Def Squad Hit Squad\n  No we won't stop, fuck it, call the cops\n  I be the invincible, in the school of hard knocks, I'm the principle\n  Fatman Joe you know\n\n  As you suffer the repercussions, comin' through the blaze\n  Bust the crime scene, 'cause some drama\n  Niggaz duckin' when we come through, throwin' the jab, in the one-two\n  Layin' MC's out to trap, when we run through, like what?\n\n  Like the marathon, flooded with the diamonds on\n  Get my rhymin' on, EPMD fuckin' shinin' on\n  Back to Biz, new address with the fat crib\n  My shit in the Wiz, poli'-in with the big wigs\n\n  Off the meter, and everytime we reach the\n  Tip-top and ya don't stop, uhh!\n  In the field of rap, we pull rank no question\n  We top the Richter Scale\n\n  Off the meter, and everytime we reach the\n  Tip-top and ya don't stop, uhh!\n  In the field of rap, we pull rank no question\n  We top the Richter Scale\n\n  Bust the techniques, E.D. fantastic\n  Unreal GangStarr shit, Mass Appeal\n  Rap's top dawg, I'm the one you call on\n  To get Sic'-Wid-It, E don't forget it\n\n  I'm six, two and a half, heavyset, chocolate brown\n  Hell of a jab, gift of gab\n  I'm the elite, keep it underground like street level\n  I rock a Rolex watch with a diamond bezel\n\n  Rap terror terror, EPMD, a new era\n  Off the Richter Scale, blowin' hotter than ever\n  With the Squadron, beg your pardon, got the heads noddin'\n  Lost your mind and said, \"Shit!\" when we barged in\n\n  The front door, rugged, keeps our shit raw\n  Make hits for the fans, plus the world tour\n  Believe that, peep that E and P's back\n  Wreckin' heads daily, so chill and get the bozack\n\n  Off the meter, and everytime we reach the\n  Tip-top and ya don't stop, uhh!\n  In the field of rap, we pull rank no question\n  We top the Richter Scale\n\n  Off the meter, and everytime we reach the\n  Tip-top and ya don't stop, uhh!\n  In the field of rap, we pull rank no question\n  We top the Richter Scale\n\n  Yo Royal Flush-in, all my cats be bustin'\n  Servin' you customers and those fake hustlers\n  Whassup? Step to me, I smack you silly\n  I'm the Kid, but no comparison to Billy\n\n  I ain't scared of you motherfuckers, can't you tell?\n  Girls lose to me when they groove to Maxwell\n  I got one life to live so I'm livin'\n  Got girls to be hittin', more cars to be drivin'\n\n  We stripped too many beats to make too many niggaz to break\n  No moves are fake, no warnin' shots fired blastin' on crews\n  Like corrupt Jakes\n  The Black Viper, scream on MC's and rhyme cyphers\n  More Dangerous Mind than, Michelle Pfeiffer\n\n  So skedaddle-daddle, you get rattled don't wanna battle-battle\n  Put one to your rhyme saddle, stompin' through, like wild cattle\n  We flow beef so dead that, let that shit cease\n  I'm quick with the hands, plus accurate with the two-piece\n\n  Off the meter, and everytime we reach the\n  Tip-top and ya don't stop, uhh!\n  In the field of rap, we pull rank no question\n  We top the Richter Scale\n\n  Off the meter, and everytime we reach the\n  Tip-top and ya don't stop, uhh!\n  In the field of rap, we pull rank no question\n  We top the Richter Scale\n"},{"id":22083549,"name":"Richter Scale","trackName":"Richter Scale","artistName":"Epmd","albumName":"Non-Album","duration":222.072,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Check one, uh-huh\nYeah, aww yeah, uhh Richter Scale\n\nIt goes lights, camera, action I'm on\nOne more time to kill 'em, my rap flow is fulfilling\nI scream with the Beastie Boys, \"What time is it?\"\nIt's two o'clock, you gettin' knocked out the box\n\nThen kicked off the block, Def Squad Hit Squad\nNo we won't stop, fuck it, call the cops\nI be the invincible, in the school of hard knocks, I'm the principle\nFatman Joe you know\n\nAs you suffer the repercussions, comin' through the blaze\nBust the crime scene, 'cause some drama\nNiggaz duckin' when we come through, throwin' the jab, in the one-two\nLayin' MC's out to trap, when we run through, like what?\n\nLike the marathon, flooded with the diamonds on\nGet my rhymin' on, EPMD fuckin' shinin' on\nBack to Biz, new address with the fat crib\nMy shit in the Wiz, poli'-in with the big wigs\n\nOff the meter, and everytime we reach the\nTip-top and ya don't stop, uhh!\nIn the field of rap, we pull rank no question\nWe top the Richter Scale\n\nOff the meter, and everytime we reach the\nTip-top and ya don't stop, uhh!\nIn the field of rap, we pull rank no question\nWe top the Richter Scale\n\nBust the techniques, E.D. fantastic\nUnreal GangStarr shit, Mass Appeal\nRap's top dawg, I'm the one you call on\nTo get Sic'-Wid-It, E don't forget it\n\nI'm six, two and a half, heavyset, chocolate brown\nHell of a jab, gift of gab\nI'm the elite, keep it underground like street level\nI rock a Rolex watch with a diamond bezel\n\nRap terror terror, EPMD, a new era\nOff the Richter Scale, blowin' hotter than ever\nWith the Squadron, beg your pardon, got the heads noddin'\nLost your mind and said, \"Shit!\" when we barged in\n\nThe front door, rugged, keeps our shit raw\nMake hits for the fans, plus the world tour\nBelieve that, peep that E and P's back\nWreckin' heads daily, so chill and get the bozack\n\nOff the meter, and everytime we reach the\nTip-top and ya don't stop, uhh!\nIn the field of rap, we pull rank no question\nWe top the Richter Scale\n\nOff the meter, and everytime we reach the\nTip-top and ya don't stop, uhh!\nIn the field of rap, we pull rank no question\nWe top the Richter Scale\n\nYo Royal Flush-in, all my cats be bustin'\nServin' you customers and those fake hustlers\nWhassup? Step to me, I smack you silly\nI'm the Kid, but no comparison to Billy\n\nI ain't scared of you motherfuckers, can't you tell?\nGirls lose to me when they groove to Maxwell\nI got one life to live so I'm livin'\nGot girls to be hittin', more cars to be drivin'\n\nWe stripped too many beats to make too many niggaz to break\nNo moves are fake, no warnin' shots fired blastin' on crews\nLike corrupt Jakes\nThe Black Viper, scream on MC's and rhyme cyphers\nMore Dangerous Mind than, Michelle Pfeiffer\n\nSo skedaddle-daddle, you get rattled don't wanna battle-battle\nPut one to your rhyme saddle, stompin' through, like wild cattle\nWe flow beef so dead that, let that shit cease\nI'm quick with the hands, plus accurate with the two-piece\n\nOff the meter, and everytime we reach the\nTip-top and ya don't stop, uhh!\nIn the field of rap, we pull rank no question\nWe top the Richter Scale\n\nOff the meter, and everytime we reach the\nTip-top and ya don't stop, uhh!\nIn the field of rap, we pull rank no question\nWe top the Richter Scale","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Richter Scale\n  artist: Epmd\n  album: Non-Album\n  duration_ms: 222072\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Check one, uh-huh\n  Yeah, aww yeah, uhh Richter Scale\n\n  It goes lights, camera, action I'm on\n  One more time to kill 'em, my rap flow is fulfilling\n  I scream with the Beastie Boys, \"What time is it?\"\n  It's two o'clock, you gettin' knocked out the box\n\n  Then kicked off the block, Def Squad Hit Squad\n  No we won't stop, fuck it, call the cops\n  I be the invincible, in the school of hard knocks, I'm the principle\n  Fatman Joe you know\n\n  As you suffer the repercussions, comin' through the blaze\n  Bust the crime scene, 'cause some drama\n  Niggaz duckin' when we come through, throwin' the jab, in the one-two\n  Layin' MC's out to trap, when we run through, like what?\n\n  Like the marathon, flooded with the diamonds on\n  Get my rhymin' on, EPMD fuckin' shinin' on\n  Back to Biz, new address with the fat crib\n  My shit in the Wiz, poli'-in with the big wigs\n\n  Off the meter, and everytime we reach the\n  Tip-top and ya don't stop, uhh!\n  In the field of rap, we pull rank no question\n  We top the Richter Scale\n\n  Off the meter, and everytime we reach the\n  Tip-top and ya don't stop, uhh!\n  In the field of rap, we pull rank no question\n  We top the Richter Scale\n\n  Bust the techniques, E.D. fantastic\n  Unreal GangStarr shit, Mass Appeal\n  Rap's top dawg, I'm the one you call on\n  To get Sic'-Wid-It, E don't forget it\n\n  I'm six, two and a half, heavyset, chocolate brown\n  Hell of a jab, gift of gab\n  I'm the elite, keep it underground like street level\n  I rock a Rolex watch with a diamond bezel\n\n  Rap terror terror, EPMD, a new era\n  Off the Richter Scale, blowin' hotter than ever\n  With the Squadron, beg your pardon, got the heads noddin'\n  Lost your mind and said, \"Shit!\" when we barged in\n\n  The front door, rugged, keeps our shit raw\n  Make hits for the fans, plus the world tour\n  Believe that, peep that E and P's back\n  Wreckin' heads daily, so chill and get the bozack\n\n  Off the meter, and everytime we reach the\n  Tip-top and ya don't stop, uhh!\n  In the field of rap, we pull rank no question\n  We top the Richter Scale\n\n  Off the meter, and everytime we reach the\n  Tip-top and ya don't stop, uhh!\n  In the field of rap, we pull rank no question\n  We top the Richter Scale\n\n  Yo Royal Flush-in, all my cats be bustin'\n  Servin' you customers and those fake hustlers\n  Whassup? Step to me, I smack you silly\n  I'm the Kid, but no comparison to Billy\n\n  I ain't scared of you motherfuckers, can't you tell?\n  Girls lose to me when they groove to Maxwell\n  I got one life to live so I'm livin'\n  Got girls to be hittin', more cars to be drivin'\n\n  We stripped too many beats to make too many niggaz to break\n  No moves are fake, no warnin' shots fired blastin' on crews\n  Like corrupt Jakes\n  The Black Viper, scream on MC's and rhyme cyphers\n  More Dangerous Mind than, Michelle Pfeiffer\n\n  So skedaddle-daddle, you get rattled don't wanna battle-battle\n  Put one to your rhyme saddle, stompin' through, like wild cattle\n  We flow beef so dead that, let that shit cease\n  I'm quick with the hands, plus accurate with the two-piece\n\n  Off the meter, and everytime we reach the\n  Tip-top and ya don't stop, uhh!\n  In the field of rap, we pull rank no question\n  We top the Richter Scale\n\n  Off the meter, and everytime we reach the\n  Tip-top and ya don't stop, uhh!\n  In the field of rap, we pull rank no question\n  We top the Richter Scale\n"},{"id":28611767,"name":"Richter Scale","trackName":"Richter Scale","artistName":"EPMD","albumName":"The Tables Have Turned","duration":192.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Check one, uh-huh\nYeah, aww yeah, uhh Richter Scale\n\nIt goes lights, camera, action I'm on\nOne more time to kill 'em, my rap flow is fulfilling\nI scream with the Beastie Boys, \"What time is it?\"\nIt's two o'clock, you gettin' knocked out the box\n\nThen kicked off the block, Def Squad Hit Squad\nNo we won't stop, fuck it, call the cops\nI be the invincible, in the school of hard knocks, I'm the principle\nFatman Joe you know\n\nAs you suffer the repercussions, comin' through the blaze\nBust the crime scene, 'cause some drama\nNiggaz duckin' when we come through, throwin' the jab, in the one-two\nLayin' MC's out to trap, when we run through, like what?\n\nLike the marathon, flooded with the diamonds on\nGet my rhymin' on, EPMD fuckin' shinin' on\nBack to Biz, new address with the fat crib\nMy shit in the Wiz, poli'-in with the big wigs\n\nOff the meter, and everytime we reach the\nTip-top and ya don't stop, uhh!\nIn the field of rap, we pull rank no question\nWe top the Richter Scale\n\nOff the meter, and everytime we reach the\nTip-top and ya don't stop, uhh!\nIn the field of rap, we pull rank no question\nWe top the Richter Scale\n\nBust the techniques, E.D. fantastic\nUnreal GangStarr shit, Mass Appeal\nRap's top dawg, I'm the one you call on\nTo get Sic'-Wid-It, E don't forget it\n\nI'm six, two and a half, heavyset, chocolate brown\nHell of a jab, gift of gab\nI'm the elite, keep it underground like street level\nI rock a Rolex watch with a diamond bezel\n\nRap terror terror, EPMD, a new era\nOff the Richter Scale, blowin' hotter than ever\nWith the Squadron, beg your pardon, got the heads noddin'\nLost your mind and said, \"Shit!\" when we barged in\n\nThe front door, rugged, keeps our shit raw\nMake hits for the fans, plus the world tour\nBelieve that, peep that E and P's back\nWreckin' heads daily, so chill and get the bozack\n\nOff the meter, and everytime we reach the\nTip-top and ya don't stop, uhh!\nIn the field of rap, we pull rank no question\nWe top the Richter Scale\n\nOff the meter, and everytime we reach the\nTip-top and ya don't stop, uhh!\nIn the field of rap, we pull rank no question\nWe top the Richter Scale\n\nYo Royal Flush-in, all my cats be bustin'\nServin' you customers and those fake hustlers\nWhassup? Step to me, I smack you silly\nI'm the Kid, but no comparison to Billy\n\nI ain't scared of you motherfuckers, can't you tell?\nGirls lose to me when they groove to Maxwell\nI got one life to live so I'm livin'\nGot girls to be hittin', more cars to be drivin'\n\nWe stripped too many beats to make too many niggaz to break\nNo moves are fake, no warnin' shots fired blastin' on crews\nLike corrupt Jakes\nThe Black Viper, scream on MC's and rhyme cyphers\nMore Dangerous Mind than, Michelle Pfeiffer\n\nSo skedaddle-daddle, you get rattled don't wanna battle-battle\nPut one to your rhyme saddle, stompin' through, like wild cattle\nWe flow beef so dead that, let that shit cease\nI'm quick with the hands, plus accurate with the two-piece\n\nOff the meter, and everytime we reach the\nTip-top and ya don't stop, uhh!\nIn the field of rap, we pull rank no question\nWe top the Richter Scale\n\nOff the meter, and everytime we reach the\nTip-top and ya don't stop, uhh!\nIn the field of rap, we pull rank no question\nWe top the Richter Scale","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Richter Scale\n  artist: EPMD\n  album: The Tables Have Turned\n  duration_ms: 192000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Check one, uh-huh\n  Yeah, aww yeah, uhh Richter Scale\n\n  It goes lights, camera, action I'm on\n  One more time to kill 'em, my rap flow is fulfilling\n  I scream with the Beastie Boys, \"What time is it?\"\n  It's two o'clock, you gettin' knocked out the box\n\n  Then kicked off the block, Def Squad Hit Squad\n  No we won't stop, fuck it, call the cops\n  I be the invincible, in the school of hard knocks, I'm the principle\n  Fatman Joe you know\n\n  As you suffer the repercussions, comin' through the blaze\n  Bust the crime scene, 'cause some drama\n  Niggaz duckin' when we come through, throwin' the jab, in the one-two\n  Layin' MC's out to trap, when we run through, like what?\n\n  Like the marathon, flooded with the diamonds on\n  Get my rhymin' on, EPMD fuckin' shinin' on\n  Back to Biz, new address with the fat crib\n  My shit in the Wiz, poli'-in with the big wigs\n\n  Off the meter, and everytime we reach the\n  Tip-top and ya don't stop, uhh!\n  In the field of rap, we pull rank no question\n  We top the Richter Scale\n\n  Off the meter, and everytime we reach the\n  Tip-top and ya don't stop, uhh!\n  In the field of rap, we pull rank no question\n  We top the Richter Scale\n\n  Bust the techniques, E.D. fantastic\n  Unreal GangStarr shit, Mass Appeal\n  Rap's top dawg, I'm the one you call on\n  To get Sic'-Wid-It, E don't forget it\n\n  I'm six, two and a half, heavyset, chocolate brown\n  Hell of a jab, gift of gab\n  I'm the elite, keep it underground like street level\n  I rock a Rolex watch with a diamond bezel\n\n  Rap terror terror, EPMD, a new era\n  Off the Richter Scale, blowin' hotter than ever\n  With the Squadron, beg your pardon, got the heads noddin'\n  Lost your mind and said, \"Shit!\" when we barged in\n\n  The front door, rugged, keeps our shit raw\n  Make hits for the fans, plus the world tour\n  Believe that, peep that E and P's back\n  Wreckin' heads daily, so chill and get the bozack\n\n  Off the meter, and everytime we reach the\n  Tip-top and ya don't stop, uhh!\n  In the field of rap, we pull rank no question\n  We top the Richter Scale\n\n  Off the meter, and everytime we reach the\n  Tip-top and ya don't stop, uhh!\n  In the field of rap, we pull rank no question\n  We top the Richter Scale\n\n  Yo Royal Flush-in, all my cats be bustin'\n  Servin' you customers and those fake hustlers\n  Whassup? Step to me, I smack you silly\n  I'm the Kid, but no comparison to Billy\n\n  I ain't scared of you motherfuckers, can't you tell?\n  Girls lose to me when they groove to Maxwell\n  I got one life to live so I'm livin'\n  Got girls to be hittin', more cars to be drivin'\n\n  We stripped too many beats to make too many niggaz to break\n  No moves are fake, no warnin' shots fired blastin' on crews\n  Like corrupt Jakes\n  The Black Viper, scream on MC's and rhyme cyphers\n  More Dangerous Mind than, Michelle Pfeiffer\n\n  So skedaddle-daddle, you get rattled don't wanna battle-battle\n  Put one to your rhyme saddle, stompin' through, like wild cattle\n  We flow beef so dead that, let that shit cease\n  I'm quick with the hands, plus accurate with the two-piece\n\n  Off the meter, and everytime we reach the\n  Tip-top and ya don't stop, uhh!\n  In the field of rap, we pull rank no question\n  We top the Richter Scale\n\n  Off the meter, and everytime we reach the\n  Tip-top and ya don't stop, uhh!\n  In the field of rap, we pull rank no question\n  We top the Richter Scale\n"},{"id":13791774,"name":"2 - Richter Scale","trackName":"2 - Richter Scale","artistName":"EPMD","albumName":"Back In Business","duration":196.362449,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Check one, uh-huh\nYeah, aww yeah, uhh Richter Scale\n\nIt goes lights, camera, action I'm on\nOne more time to kill 'em, my rap flow is fulfilling\nI scream with the Beastie Boys, \"What time is it?\"\nIt's two o'clock, you gettin' knocked out the box\n\nThen kicked off the block, Def Squad Hit Squad\nNo we won't stop, fuck it, call the cops\nI be the invincible, in the school of hard knocks, I'm the principle\nFatman Joe you know\n\nAs you suffer the repercussions, comin' through the blaze\nBust the crime scene, 'cause some drama\nNiggaz duckin' when we come through, throwin' the jab, in the one-two\nLayin' MC's out to trap, when we run through, like what?\n\nLike the marathon, flooded with the diamonds on\nGet my rhymin' on, EPMD fuckin' shinin' on\nBack to Biz, new address with the fat crib\nMy shit in the Wiz, poli'-in with the big wigs\n\nOff the meter, and everytime we reach the\nTip-top and ya don't stop, uhh!\nIn the field of rap, we pull rank no question\nWe top the Richter Scale\n\nOff the meter, and everytime we reach the\nTip-top and ya don't stop, uhh!\nIn the field of rap, we pull rank no question\nWe top the Richter Scale\n\nBust the techniques, E.D. fantastic\nUnreal GangStarr shit, Mass Appeal\nRap's top dawg, I'm the one you call on\nTo get Sic'-Wid-It, E don't forget it\n\nI'm six, two and a half, heavyset, chocolate brown\nHell of a jab, gift of gab\nI'm the elite, keep it underground like street level\nI rock a Rolex watch with a diamond bezel\n\nRap terror terror, EPMD, a new era\nOff the Richter Scale, blowin' hotter than ever\nWith the Squadron, beg your pardon, got the heads noddin'\nLost your mind and said, \"Shit!\" when we barged in\n\nThe front door, rugged, keeps our shit raw\nMake hits for the fans, plus the world tour\nBelieve that, peep that E and P's back\nWreckin' heads daily, so chill and get the bozack\n\nOff the meter, and everytime we reach the\nTip-top and ya don't stop, uhh!\nIn the field of rap, we pull rank no question\nWe top the Richter Scale\n\nOff the meter, and everytime we reach the\nTip-top and ya don't stop, uhh!\nIn the field of rap, we pull rank no question\nWe top the Richter Scale\n\nYo Royal Flush-in, all my cats be bustin'\nServin' you customers and those fake hustlers\nWhassup? Step to me, I smack you silly\nI'm the Kid, but no comparison to Billy\n\nI ain't scared of you motherfuckers, can't you tell?\nGirls lose to me when they groove to Maxwell\nI got one life to live so I'm livin'\nGot girls to be hittin', more cars to be drivin'\n\nWe stripped too many beats to make too many niggaz to break\nNo moves are fake, no warnin' shots fired blastin' on crews\nLike corrupt Jakes\nThe Black Viper, scream on MC's and rhyme cyphers\nMore Dangerous Mind than, Michelle Pfeiffer\n\nSo skedaddle-daddle, you get rattled don't wanna battle-battle\nPut one to your rhyme saddle, stompin' through, like wild cattle\nWe flow beef so dead that, let that shit cease\nI'm quick with the hands, plus accurate with the two-piece\n\nOff the meter, and everytime we reach the\nTip-top and ya don't stop, uhh!\nIn the field of rap, we pull rank no question\nWe top the Richter Scale\n\nOff the meter, and everytime we reach the\nTip-top and ya don't stop, uhh!\nIn the field of rap, we pull rank no question\nWe top the Richter Scale","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: 2 - Richter Scale\n  artist: EPMD\n  album: Back In Business\n  duration_ms: 196362\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Check one, uh-huh\n  Yeah, aww yeah, uhh Richter Scale\n\n  It goes lights, camera, action I'm on\n  One more time to kill 'em, my rap flow is fulfilling\n  I scream with the Beastie Boys, \"What time is it?\"\n  It's two o'clock, you gettin' knocked out the box\n\n  Then kicked off the block, Def Squad Hit Squad\n  No we won't stop, fuck it, call the cops\n  I be the invincible, in the school of hard knocks, I'm the principle\n  Fatman Joe you know\n\n  As you suffer the repercussions, comin' through the blaze\n  Bust the crime scene, 'cause some drama\n  Niggaz duckin' when we come through, throwin' the jab, in the one-two\n  Layin' MC's out to trap, when we run through, like what?\n\n  Like the marathon, flooded with the diamonds on\n  Get my rhymin' on, EPMD fuckin' shinin' on\n  Back to Biz, new address with the fat crib\n  My shit in the Wiz, poli'-in with the big wigs\n\n  Off the meter, and everytime we reach the\n  Tip-top and ya don't stop, uhh!\n  In the field of rap, we pull rank no question\n  We top the Richter Scale\n\n  Off the meter, and everytime we reach the\n  Tip-top and ya don't stop, uhh!\n  In the field of rap, we pull rank no question\n  We top the Richter Scale\n\n  Bust the techniques, E.D. fantastic\n  Unreal GangStarr shit, Mass Appeal\n  Rap's top dawg, I'm the one you call on\n  To get Sic'-Wid-It, E don't forget it\n\n  I'm six, two and a half, heavyset, chocolate brown\n  Hell of a jab, gift of gab\n  I'm the elite, keep it underground like street level\n  I rock a Rolex watch with a diamond bezel\n\n  Rap terror terror, EPMD, a new era\n  Off the Richter Scale, blowin' hotter than ever\n  With the Squadron, beg your pardon, got the heads noddin'\n  Lost your mind and said, \"Shit!\" when we barged in\n\n  The front door, rugged, keeps our shit raw\n  Make hits for the fans, plus the world tour\n  Believe that, peep that E and P's back\n  Wreckin' heads daily, so chill and get the bozack\n\n  Off the meter, and everytime we reach the\n  Tip-top and ya don't stop, uhh!\n  In the field of rap, we pull rank no question\n  We top the Richter Scale\n\n  Off the meter, and everytime we reach the\n  Tip-top and ya don't stop, uhh!\n  In the field of rap, we pull rank no question\n  We top the Richter Scale\n\n  Yo Royal Flush-in, all my cats be bustin'\n  Servin' you customers and those fake hustlers\n  Whassup? Step to me, I smack you silly\n  I'm the Kid, but no comparison to Billy\n\n  I ain't scared of you motherfuckers, can't you tell?\n  Girls lose to me when they groove to Maxwell\n  I got one life to live so I'm livin'\n  Got girls to be hittin', more cars to be drivin'\n\n  We stripped too many beats to make too many niggaz to break\n  No moves are fake, no warnin' shots fired blastin' on crews\n  Like corrupt Jakes\n  The Black Viper, scream on MC's and rhyme cyphers\n  More Dangerous Mind than, Michelle Pfeiffer\n\n  So skedaddle-daddle, you get rattled don't wanna battle-battle\n  Put one to your rhyme saddle, stompin' through, like wild cattle\n  We flow beef so dead that, let that shit cease\n  I'm quick with the hands, plus accurate with the two-piece\n\n  Off the meter, and everytime we reach the\n  Tip-top and ya don't stop, uhh!\n  In the field of rap, we pull rank no question\n  We top the Richter Scale\n\n  Off the meter, and everytime we reach the\n  Tip-top and ya don't stop, uhh!\n  In the field of rap, we pull rank no question\n  We top the Richter Scale\n"},{"id":12921060,"name":"Richter Scale (Instrumental)","trackName":"Richter Scale (Instrumental)","artistName":"EPMD","albumName":"The Instrumentals","duration":191.0,"instrumental":true,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":null,"syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Richter Scale (Instrumental)\n  artist: EPMD\n  album: The Instrumentals\n  duration_ms: 191000\n  instrumental: true\nlines: []\n"}]