[{"id":6328493,"name":"Do It Up","trackName":"Do It Up","artistName":"Erick Sermon","albumName":"No Pressure","duration":241.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Erick Sermon)\nCheck it out\nI pull up to your bumper, with somethin funky\nYeah, somethin stronger than brass monkey\nWith the flavor I be kickin, dope\nLike my horoscope, a Sagittarius, no joke\nWord, the rappin dynamite, quick to blow like Mike\nWho am I? (E.D.) Right, right\nCan you believe it, even Stevie Wonder couldn't see it\nI'm catchin wreck so beat it\nYo I contour my lines, to freak a funky rhyme\nTo fit you like a pair of Calvin Kleins\nMad brother with distinction, keep the girls blinkin\nAnd have the homeboys thinkin\nI'm the man of hour, of the hour\nI found He-Man, jacked him for his power (gimme that)\nNow I carry a sword, attached by a live cord\nOh my lord!\n\nChorus: Erick Sermon (repeat 4X)\n\nWatch me do it up like this. {\"like this.\" -> Slick Rick}\nWatch me do it up like that. {\"like. like.\"}\n\n(Erick Sermon)\nYeah, E's real dope (word?) Yes indeed\nNo one can stop me, ask Apollo Creed\nI pack a punch cause my crew runs deep\nLike the Brady Bunch, and we all smoke the blunts\n(Word em up now) I get raw, raw like a fish market\nMics I spark it, with the funky target\nYou must trust me, and stop tryin to bug me\nWith the one-two, before I rush you and crush you\nI'm on a mission, like a church group called Commission\nWord-gifted, keep the crowd uplifted (yea yea)\nE Double, a nigga standin tall\nRockin the microphone \"for all of y'all\"\nWord up, live on your station\nGettin mad crowd participation, when I'm rockin the nation\nDon't forget, I'm still cock diesel\nHoes be on me like the measles\n\nChorus\n\n(Erick Sermon)\nOh no it's the End of the Road\nOh my God like Wanye, today was a good day\nWord, ooh yah, I rip the mic to shreds\nEnough lyrical food to keep the Ethiopians fed\nWord em up {*pulls on a joint*} I inhale\nFrom the K.D. Posse, two of my homegirls\nWhen I rock the mic and get freaky and nasty\nPeople in the industry seldom ask me\nWhassup, whassup, whassup\nWit you E, ask Eddie Murphy (yea yea)\nDon't forget, to reach for the stars\nCause I'm past that, I'm reachin for Mars, so\nPeace to all those true human beings\nHehehehe, I see you in the coliseums\n\nChorus\n\n\"This is MY MOTHERFUCKIN HOUSE!\" -> Run of Run-D.M.C.\n\"This is MY MOTHERFUCKIN HOUSE!\" -> Run of Run-D.M.C.\n\"This is MY MOTHERFUCKIN HOUSE!\" -> Run of Run-D.M.C.\n\"This is MY MOTHERFUCKIN HOUSE!\" -> Run of Run-D.M.C.","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Do It Up\n  artist: Erick Sermon\n  album: No Pressure\n  duration_ms: 241000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (Erick Sermon)\n  Check it out\n  I pull up to your bumper, with somethin funky\n  Yeah, somethin stronger than brass monkey\n  With the flavor I be kickin, dope\n  Like my horoscope, a Sagittarius, no joke\n  Word, the rappin dynamite, quick to blow like Mike\n  Who am I? (E.D.) Right, right\n  Can you believe it, even Stevie Wonder couldn't see it\n  I'm catchin wreck so beat it\n  Yo I contour my lines, to freak a funky rhyme\n  To fit you like a pair of Calvin Kleins\n  Mad brother with distinction, keep the girls blinkin\n  And have the homeboys thinkin\n  I'm the man of hour, of the hour\n  I found He-Man, jacked him for his power (gimme that)\n  Now I carry a sword, attached by a live cord\n  Oh my lord!\n\n  Chorus: Erick Sermon (repeat 4X)\n\n  Watch me do it up like this. {\"like this.\" -> Slick Rick}\n  Watch me do it up like that. {\"like. like.\"}\n\n  (Erick Sermon)\n  Yeah, E's real dope (word?) Yes indeed\n  No one can stop me, ask Apollo Creed\n  I pack a punch cause my crew runs deep\n  Like the Brady Bunch, and we all smoke the blunts\n  (Word em up now) I get raw, raw like a fish market\n  Mics I spark it, with the funky target\n  You must trust me, and stop tryin to bug me\n  With the one-two, before I rush you and crush you\n  I'm on a mission, like a church group called Commission\n  Word-gifted, keep the crowd uplifted (yea yea)\n  E Double, a nigga standin tall\n  Rockin the microphone \"for all of y'all\"\n  Word up, live on your station\n  Gettin mad crowd participation, when I'm rockin the nation\n  Don't forget, I'm still cock diesel\n  Hoes be on me like the measles\n\n  Chorus\n\n  (Erick Sermon)\n  Oh no it's the End of the Road\n  Oh my God like Wanye, today was a good day\n  Word, ooh yah, I rip the mic to shreds\n  Enough lyrical food to keep the Ethiopians fed\n  Word em up {*pulls on a joint*} I inhale\n  From the K.D. Posse, two of my homegirls\n  When I rock the mic and get freaky and nasty\n  People in the industry seldom ask me\n  Whassup, whassup, whassup\n  Wit you E, ask Eddie Murphy (yea yea)\n  Don't forget, to reach for the stars\n  Cause I'm past that, I'm reachin for Mars, so\n  Peace to all those true human beings\n  Hehehehe, I see you in the coliseums\n\n  Chorus\n\n  \"This is MY MOTHERFUCKIN HOUSE!\" -> Run of Run-D.M.C.\n  \"This is MY MOTHERFUCKIN HOUSE!\" -> Run of Run-D.M.C.\n  \"This is MY MOTHERFUCKIN HOUSE!\" -> Run of Run-D.M.C.\n  \"This is MY MOTHERFUCKIN HOUSE!\" -> Run of Run-D.M.C.\n"}]