[{"id":27110100,"name":"Bronx Tale","trackName":"Bronx Tale","artistName":"Fat Joe","albumName":"Jealous One’s Envy","duration":171.648,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Music please\nYes, welcome to Jealous One's Envy\nWe'd like to thank you in advance for purchasing this product\nIt is a Relativity Records product\nArtist Fat Joe\nMy name is KRS-One\nAnd of course we're gonna bring the noise\n'Cause we can never be toys\n\nYes I am the ultimate\nUttering ultimatums for the fun of it\n\nIt appears to me you don't know who you fuckin' with\nYou can't see this with bifocals 'cause you're local\nCan't hang with my vocals\nBetter you fuck with Sonny Bono\nOr Yoko Ono\n\nBut KRS, oh no no\nYou might think you Alexi but I don't give a fuck though\nI'm rollin' hard like God with a squad black\nPackin' them pockets bitch, where that money wad at?\n\nAyo I be the show stopper\nAs I shine like gold, other rappers dull like copper\nThe certified fake nigga dropper\nWhich borough is the thorough?\nI know, do you know?\nLet me know, I'm sayin' no\nThe coke connector\nSportin' leathers with reflectors\nDon't get caught up in my sector or I'mma have to inject ya\n\nWith a slab of this lyrical dope shit\nFake MC's and wannabe's best to quote this\n\nFat Joe, the true and living will prevail\nKingpin like Sonny up in Bronx Tale\nWill I fail? I doubt it\nI'm a nigga catchin' bodies\nWhile other niggas trying to sound about it\n\nTrue indeed\nBehind my back MC's claim they can serve me\nIn my face they screamin' we're not worthy\nYou's a has been, actually you ain't been\nI'll be tourin' while you be home taping\nSo what punk? You can battle in a second\nFrankly the bottom line is where's your hit record?\nYou claim I'm jockin'\nClaim I'm on your dick, where's your witness?\nIf I'm on your dick my name has got to be syphilis\n\nIf you're feeling lucky duck then press your luck\nUp up up and away 'cause I don't play clown\nIf you're feeling lucky duck then press your luck\nBuck buck buck take that what you on the way down\n\nAs we proceed to lock it down\nDon't get it fucked up, we be the kings of the Boogie Down\nAll we do is spark izm and get cash\nTorturing MC's like that warden up in Alcatraz\nIt's Fat Joe, yo you know my steelo\n\nGet so much love I'm payin' sixteen on the kilos\nAnd the niggas outta town\nStill got control of the Boogie Down\nNow how the fuck you sound (yeah)\n\nAin't no army that can harm me and bomb me\nCome on G you clowns ain't got a fuckin' thing on me\nI'm flashy like white linen\n\nGot rappers under pressure like two\nOuts tied score in the ninth inning\nI'm down with Kris and ain't no stoppin' me\nI'm out for Bronx and Monopoly with chicks on top of me\nIt's my philosophy, puffin' L's in the corridor\nSlappin' cops like Capone, hittin' whores in my laboratory\nThese motherfuckers don't want it\n\nWord to mother Joe, these niggas don't want it\n\nIf you're feeling lucky duck then press your luck\nUp up up and away 'cause I don't play clown\nIf you're feeling lucky duck then press your luck\nBuck buck buck take that what you on the way down\n\nMercy, you wanna serve me but you ain't worthy\nMy style is too curvy, what you telling me?\nBut your flimsy ass will go home after the battle\nAnd fondle your balls with KRS-One up in your memory\nI know your kind, you rap like you're Mr. John Gotti the Don\nBut you're just another batty man\nTell the pro batty man\n\nHow you collect rap magazines dating back to Tougher Than Leather\nAnd the reason you got such an extensive rap collection\n'Cause most of your rap mags are all stuck together\nWatch what you say, watch what you said\n\nWhen your skull gets cracked, what you gonna say crackhead?\nYour style is dead, kneel to the rap God and beg\nBefore I slap you way back in the days like Ahmad\nDon't get me fed up or vexed up 'cause you'll get set up\nMy crew don't let up, I be dead up in this piece\n\nRecognize this blast master KRS-One\n\nFor ten years Fat Joe chillin' on the East\n\nWe, the willing led by the anoying are\nDoing the impossible for the ungrateful\nWe have done so much for so long with so little\nThat we are now qualified to do anything we, we, we...\nSay what?","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.40] Music please\n[00:02.31] Yes, welcome to Jealous One's Envy\n[00:05.52] We'd like to thank you in advance for purchasing this product\n[00:08.12] It is a Relativity Records product\n[00:10.00] Artist Fat Joe\n[00:11.09] My name is KRS-One\n[00:13.06] And of course we're gonna bring the noise\n[00:15.86] 'Cause we can never be toys\n[00:17.64] Yes I am the ultimate\n[00:19.11] Uttering ultimatums for the fun of it\n[00:21.07] It appears to me you don't know who you fuckin' with\n[00:23.41] You can't see this with bifocals 'cause you're local\n[00:25.92] Can't hang with my vocals\n[00:27.14] Better you fuck with Sonny Bono\n[00:28.64] Or Yoko Ono\n[00:29.71] But KRS, oh no no\n[00:31.45] You might think you Alexi but I don't give a fuck though\n[00:34.58] I'm rollin' hard like God with a squad black\n[00:37.14] Packin' them pockets bitch, where that money wad at?\n[00:39.56] Ayo I be the show stopper\n[00:40.95] As I shine like gold, other rappers dull like copper\n[00:43.89] The certified fake nigga dropper\n[00:46.12] Which borough is the thorough?\n[00:48.26] I know, do you know?\n[00:49.57] Let me know, I'm sayin' no\n[00:51.05] The coke connector\n[00:52.26] Sportin' leathers with reflectors\n[00:54.00] Don't get caught up in my sector or I'mma have to inject ya\n[00:57.57] With a slab of this lyrical dope shit\n[00:59.93] Fake MC's and wannabe's best to quote this\n[01:03.00] Fat Joe, the true and living will prevail\n[01:05.47] Kingpin like Sonny up in Bronx Tale\n[01:07.95] Will I fail? I doubt it\n[01:09.62] I'm a nigga catchin' bodies\n[01:11.20] While other niggas trying to sound about it\n[01:13.36] True indeed\n[01:14.01] Behind my back MC's claim they can serve me\n[01:16.37] In my face they screamin' we're not worthy\n[01:19.01] You's a has been, actually you ain't been\n[01:21.76] I'll be tourin' while you be home taping\n[01:24.58] So what punk? You can battle in a second\n[01:27.09] Frankly the bottom line is where's your hit record?\n[01:29.67] You claim I'm jockin'\n[01:30.80] Claim I'm on your dick, where's your witness?\n[01:32.83] If I'm on your dick my name has got to be syphilis\n[01:36.61] If you're feeling lucky duck then press your luck\n[01:38.11] Up up up and away 'cause I don't play clown\n[01:41.98] If you're feeling lucky duck then press your luck\n[01:44.40] Buck buck buck take that what you on the way down\n[01:46.95] As we proceed to lock it down\n[01:48.75] Don't get it fucked up, we be the kings of the Boogie Down\n[01:52.35] All we do is spark izm and get cash\n[01:54.85] Torturing MC's like that warden up in Alcatraz\n[01:57.78] It's Fat Joe, yo you know my steelo\n[02:00.32] Get so much love I'm payin' sixteen on the kilos\n[02:02.72] And the niggas outta town\n[02:04.53] Still got control of the Boogie Down\n[02:06.78] Now how the fuck you sound (yeah)\n[02:08.83] Ain't no army that can harm me and bomb me\n[02:11.20] Come on G you clowns ain't got a fuckin' thing on me\n[02:14.02] I'm flashy like white linen\n[02:16.13] Got rappers under pressure like two\n[02:17.69] Outs tied score in the ninth inning\n[02:19.98] I'm down with Kris and ain't no stoppin' me\n[02:22.05] I'm out for Bronx and Monopoly with chicks on top of me\n[02:24.79] It's my philosophy, puffin' L's in the corridor\n[02:28.44] Slappin' cops like Capone, hittin' whores in my laboratory\n[02:31.87] These motherfuckers don't want it\n[02:33.26] Word to mother Joe, these niggas don't want it\n[02:36.25] If you're feeling lucky duck then press your luck\n[02:39.14] Up up up and away 'cause I don't play clown\n[02:41.85] If you're feeling lucky duck then press your luck\n[02:44.84] Buck buck buck take that what you on the way down\n[02:47.40] Mercy, you wanna serve me but you ain't worthy\n[02:50.86] My style is too curvy, what you telling me?\n[02:53.27] But your flimsy ass will go home after the battle\n[02:55.41] And fondle your balls with KRS-One up in your memory\n[02:58.88] I know your kind, you rap like you're Mr. John Gotti the Don\n[03:02.55] But you're just another batty man\n[03:04.21] Tell the pro batty man\n[03:05.53] How you collect rap magazines dating back to Tougher Than Leather\n[03:09.61] And the reason you got such an extensive rap collection\n[03:12.37] 'Cause most of your rap mags are all stuck together\n[03:15.29] Watch what you say, watch what you said\n[03:17.89] When your skull gets cracked, what you gonna say crackhead?\n[03:21.09] Your style is dead, kneel to the rap God and beg\n[03:23.32] Before I slap you way back in the days like Ahmad\n[03:26.63] Don't get me fed up or vexed up 'cause you'll get set up\n[03:29.48] My crew don't let up, I be dead up in this piece\n[03:31.95] Recognize this blast master KRS-One\n[03:34.44] For ten years Fat Joe chillin' on the East\n[03:37.20] We, the willing led by the anoying are\n[03:38.99] Doing the impossible for the ungrateful\n[03:40.72] We have done so much for so long with so little\n[03:43.08] That we are now qualified to do anything we, we, we...\n[03:47.55] Say what?\n[03:55.72] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Bronx Tale\n  artist: Fat Joe\n  album: Jealous One’s Envy\n  duration_ms: 171648\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Music please\n  start_ms: 400\n  end_ms: 2310\n- text: Yes, welcome to Jealous One's Envy\n  start_ms: 2310\n  end_ms: 5520\n- text: We'd like to thank you in advance for purchasing this product\n  start_ms: 5520\n  end_ms: 8120\n- text: It is a Relativity Records product\n  start_ms: 8120\n  end_ms: 10000\n- text: Artist Fat Joe\n  start_ms: 10000\n  end_ms: 11090\n- text: My name is KRS-One\n  start_ms: 11090\n  end_ms: 13060\n- text: And of course we're gonna bring the noise\n  start_ms: 13060\n  end_ms: 15860\n- text: '''Cause we can never be toys'\n  start_ms: 15860\n  end_ms: 17640\n- text: Yes I am the ultimate\n  start_ms: 17640\n  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Which borough is the thorough?\n  I know, do you know?\n  Let me know, I'm sayin' no\n  The coke connector\n  Sportin' leathers with reflectors\n  Don't get caught up in my sector or I'mma have to inject ya\n\n  With a slab of this lyrical dope shit\n  Fake MC's and wannabe's best to quote this\n\n  Fat Joe, the true and living will prevail\n  Kingpin like Sonny up in Bronx Tale\n  Will I fail? I doubt it\n  I'm a nigga catchin' bodies\n  While other niggas trying to sound about it\n\n  True indeed\n  Behind my back MC's claim they can serve me\n  In my face they screamin' we're not worthy\n  You's a has been, actually you ain't been\n  I'll be tourin' while you be home taping\n  So what punk? 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I doubt it\nI'm a nigga catchin' bodies\nWhile other niggas trying to sound about it\n\nTrue indeed\nBehind my back MC's claim they can serve me\nIn my face they screamin' we're not worthy\nYou's a has been, actually you ain't been\nI'll be tourin' while you be home taping\nSo what punk? You can battle in a second\nFrankly the bottom line is where's your hit record?\nYou claim I'm jockin'\nClaim I'm on your dick, where's your witness?\nIf I'm on your dick my name has got to be syphilis\n\nIf you're feeling lucky duck then press your luck\nUp up up and away 'cause I don't play clown\nIf you're feeling lucky duck then press your luck\nBuck buck buck take that what you on the way down\n\nAs we proceed to lock it down\nDon't get it fucked up, we be the kings of the Boogie Down\nAll we do is spark izm and get cash\nTorturing MC's like that warden up in Alcatraz\nIt's Fat Joe, yo you know my steelo\n\nGet so much love I'm payin' sixteen on the kilos\nAnd the niggas outta town\nStill got control of the Boogie Down\nNow how the fuck you sound (yeah)\n\nAin't no army that can harm me and bomb me\nCome on G you clowns ain't got a fuckin' thing on me\nI'm flashy like white linen\n\nGot rappers under pressure like two\nOuts tied score in the ninth inning\nI'm down with Kris and ain't no stoppin' me\nI'm out for Bronx and Monopoly with chicks on top of me\nIt's my philosophy, puffin' L's in the corridor\nSlappin' cops like Capone, hittin' whores in my laboratory\nThese motherfuckers don't want it\n\nWord to mother Joe, these niggas don't want it\n\nIf you're feeling lucky duck then press your luck\nUp up up and away 'cause I don't play clown\nIf you're feeling lucky duck then press your luck\nBuck buck buck take that what you on the way down\n\nMercy, you wanna serve me but you ain't worthy\nMy style is too curvy, what you telling me?\nBut your flimsy ass will go home after the battle\nAnd fondle your balls with KRS-One up in your memory\nI know your kind, you rap like you're Mr. John Gotti the Don\nBut you're just another batty man\nTell the pro batty man\n\nHow you collect rap magazines dating back to Tougher Than Leather\nAnd the reason you got such an extensive rap collection\n'Cause most of your rap mags are all stuck together\nWatch what you say, watch what you said\n\nWhen your skull gets cracked, what you gonna say crackhead?\nYour style is dead, kneel to the rap God and beg\nBefore I slap you way back in the days like Ahmad\nDon't get me fed up or vexed up 'cause you'll get set up\nMy crew don't let up, I be dead up in this piece\n\nRecognize this blast master KRS-One\n\nFor ten years Fat Joe chillin' on the East\n\nWe, the willing led by the anoying are\nDoing the impossible for the ungrateful\nWe have done so much for so long with so little\nThat we are now qualified to do anything we, we, we...\nSay what?","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.40] Music please\n[00:02.31] Yes, welcome to Jealous One's Envy\n[00:05.52] We'd like to thank you in advance for purchasing this product\n[00:08.12] It is a Relativity Records product\n[00:10.00] Artist Fat Joe\n[00:11.09] My name is KRS-One\n[00:13.06] And of course we're gonna bring the noise\n[00:15.86] 'Cause we can never be toys\n[00:17.64] Yes I am the ultimate\n[00:19.11] Uttering ultimatums for the fun of it\n[00:21.07] It appears to me you don't know who you fuckin' with\n[00:23.41] You can't see this with bifocals 'cause you're local\n[00:25.92] Can't hang with my vocals\n[00:27.14] Better you fuck with Sonny Bono\n[00:28.64] Or Yoko Ono\n[00:29.71] But KRS, oh no no\n[00:31.45] You might think you Alexi but I don't give a fuck though\n[00:34.58] I'm rollin' hard like God with a squad black\n[00:37.14] Packin' them pockets bitch, where that money wad at?\n[00:39.56] Ayo I be the show stopper\n[00:40.95] As I shine like gold, other rappers dull like copper\n[00:43.89] The certified fake nigga dropper\n[00:46.12] Which borough is the thorough?\n[00:48.26] I know, do you know?\n[00:49.57] Let me know, I'm sayin' no\n[00:51.05] The coke connector\n[00:52.26] Sportin' leathers with reflectors\n[00:54.00] Don't get caught up in my sector or I'mma have to inject ya\n[00:57.57] With a slab of this lyrical dope shit\n[00:59.93] Fake MC's and wannabe's best to quote this\n[01:03.00] Fat Joe, the true and living will prevail\n[01:05.47] Kingpin like Sonny up in Bronx Tale\n[01:07.95] Will I fail? I doubt it\n[01:09.62] I'm a nigga catchin' bodies\n[01:11.20] While other niggas trying to sound about it\n[01:13.36] True indeed\n[01:14.01] Behind my back MC's claim they can serve me\n[01:16.37] In my face they screamin' we're not worthy\n[01:19.01] You's a has been, actually you ain't been\n[01:21.76] I'll be tourin' while you be home taping\n[01:24.58] So what punk? 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Which borough is the thorough?\n  I know, do you know?\n  Let me know, I'm sayin' no\n  The coke connector\n  Sportin' leathers with reflectors\n  Don't get caught up in my sector or I'mma have to inject ya\n\n  With a slab of this lyrical dope shit\n  Fake MC's and wannabe's best to quote this\n\n  Fat Joe, the true and living will prevail\n  Kingpin like Sonny up in Bronx Tale\n  Will I fail? 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I doubt it\nI'm a nigga catchin' bodies\nWhile other niggas trying to sound about it\n\nTrue indeed\nBehind my back MC's claim they can serve me\nIn my face they screamin' we're not worthy\nYou's a has been, actually you ain't been\nI'll be tourin' while you be home taping\nSo what punk? You can battle in a second\nFrankly the bottom line is where's your hit record?\nYou claim I'm jockin'\nClaim I'm on your dick, where's your witness?\nIf I'm on your dick my name has got to be syphilis\n\nIf you're feeling lucky duck then press your luck\nUp up up and away 'cause I don't play clown\nIf you're feeling lucky duck then press your luck\nBuck buck buck take that what you on the way down\n\nAs we proceed to lock it down\nDon't get it fucked up, we be the kings of the Boogie Down\nAll we do is spark izm and get cash\nTorturing MC's like that warden up in Alcatraz\nIt's Fat Joe, yo you know my steelo\n\nGet so much love I'm payin' sixteen on the kilos\nAnd the niggas outta town\nStill got control of the Boogie Down\nNow how the fuck you sound (yeah)\n\nAin't no army that can harm me and bomb me\nCome on G you clowns ain't got a fuckin' thing on me\nI'm flashy like white linen\n\nGot rappers under pressure like two\nOuts tied score in the ninth inning\nI'm down with Kris and ain't no stoppin' me\nI'm out for Bronx and Monopoly with chicks on top of me\nIt's my philosophy, puffin' L's in the corridor\nSlappin' cops like Capone, hittin' whores in my laboratory\nThese motherfuckers don't want it\n\nWord to mother Joe, these niggas don't want it\n\nIf you're feeling lucky duck then press your luck\nUp up up and away 'cause I don't play clown\nIf you're feeling lucky duck then press your luck\nBuck buck buck take that what you on the way down\n\nMercy, you wanna serve me but you ain't worthy\nMy style is too curvy, what you telling me?\nBut your flimsy ass will go home after the battle\nAnd fondle your balls with KRS-One up in your memory\nI know your kind, you rap like you're Mr. John Gotti the Don\nBut you're just another batty man\nTell the pro batty man\n\nHow you collect rap magazines dating back to Tougher Than Leather\nAnd the reason you got such an extensive rap collection\n'Cause most of your rap mags are all stuck together\nWatch what you say, watch what you said\n\nWhen your skull gets cracked, what you gonna say crackhead?\nYour style is dead, kneel to the rap God and beg\nBefore I slap you way back in the days like Ahmad\nDon't get me fed up or vexed up 'cause you'll get set up\nMy crew don't let up, I be dead up in this piece\n\nRecognize this blast master KRS-One\n\nFor ten years Fat Joe chillin' on the East\n\nWe, the willing led by the anoying are\nDoing the impossible for the ungrateful\nWe have done so much for so long with so little\nThat we are now qualified to do anything we, we, we...\nSay what?","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.40] Music please\n[00:02.31] Yes, welcome to Jealous One's Envy\n[00:05.52] We'd like to thank you in advance for purchasing this product\n[00:08.12] It is a Relativity Records product\n[00:10.00] Artist Fat Joe\n[00:11.09] My name is KRS-One\n[00:13.06] And of course we're gonna bring the noise\n[00:15.86] 'Cause we can never be toys\n[00:17.64] Yes I am the ultimate\n[00:19.11] Uttering ultimatums for the fun of it\n[00:21.07] It appears to me you don't know who you fuckin' with\n[00:23.41] You can't see this with bifocals 'cause you're local\n[00:25.92] Can't hang with my vocals\n[00:27.14] Better you fuck with Sonny Bono\n[00:28.64] Or Yoko Ono\n[00:29.71] But KRS, oh no no\n[00:31.45] You might think you Alexi but I don't give a fuck though\n[00:34.58] I'm rollin' hard like God with a squad black\n[00:37.14] Packin' them pockets bitch, where that money wad at?\n[00:39.56] Ayo I be the show stopper\n[00:40.95] As I shine like gold, other rappers dull like copper\n[00:43.89] The certified fake nigga dropper\n[00:46.12] Which borough is the thorough?\n[00:48.26] I know, do you know?\n[00:49.57] Let me know, I'm sayin' no\n[00:51.05] The coke connector\n[00:52.26] Sportin' leathers with reflectors\n[00:54.00] Don't get caught up in my sector or I'mma have to inject ya\n[00:57.57] With a slab of this lyrical dope shit\n[00:59.93] Fake MC's and wannabe's best to quote this\n[01:03.00] Fat Joe, the true and living will prevail\n[01:05.47] Kingpin like Sonny up in Bronx Tale\n[01:07.95] Will I fail? I doubt it\n[01:09.62] I'm a nigga catchin' bodies\n[01:11.20] While other niggas trying to sound about it\n[01:13.36] True indeed\n[01:14.01] Behind my back MC's claim they can serve me\n[01:16.37] In my face they screamin' we're not worthy\n[01:19.01] You's a has been, actually you ain't been\n[01:21.76] I'll be tourin' while you be home taping\n[01:24.58] So what punk? 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Which borough is the thorough?\n  I know, do you know?\n  Let me know, I'm sayin' no\n  The coke connector\n  Sportin' leathers with reflectors\n  Don't get caught up in my sector or I'mma have to inject ya\n\n  With a slab of this lyrical dope shit\n  Fake MC's and wannabe's best to quote this\n\n  Fat Joe, the true and living will prevail\n  Kingpin like Sonny up in Bronx Tale\n  Will I fail? 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You can battle in a second\n  Frankly the bottom line is where's your hit record?\n  You claim I'm jockin'\n  Claim I'm on your dick, where's your witness?\n  If I'm on your dick my name has got to be syphilis\n\n  If you're feeling lucky duck then press your luck\n  Up up up and away 'cause I don't play clown\n  If you're feeling lucky duck then press your luck\n  Buck buck buck take that what you on the way down\n\n  As we proceed to lock it down\n  Don't get it fucked up, we be the kings of the Boogie Down\n  All we do is spark izm and get cash\n  Torturing MC's like that warden up in Alcatraz\n  It's Fat Joe, yo you know my steelo\n\n  Get so much love I'm payin' sixteen on the kilos\n  And the niggas outta town\n  Still got control of the Boogie Down\n  Now how the fuck you sound (yeah)\n\n  Ain't no army that can harm me and bomb me\n  Come on G you clowns ain't got a fuckin' thing on me\n  I'm flashy like white linen\n\n  Got rappers under pressure like two\n  Outs tied score in the ninth inning\n  I'm down with Kris and ain't no stoppin' me\n  I'm out for Bronx and Monopoly with chicks on top of me\n  It's my philosophy, puffin' L's in the corridor\n  Slappin' cops like Capone, hittin' whores in my laboratory\n  These motherfuckers don't want it\n\n  Word to mother Joe, these niggas don't want it\n\n  If you're feeling lucky duck then press your luck\n  Up up up and away 'cause I don't play clown\n  If you're feeling lucky duck then press your luck\n  Buck buck buck take that what you on the way down\n\n  Mercy, you wanna serve me but you ain't worthy\n  My style is too curvy, what you telling me?\n  But your flimsy ass will go home after the battle\n  And fondle your balls with KRS-One up in your memory\n  I know your kind, you rap like you're Mr. John Gotti the Don\n  But you're just another batty man\n  Tell the pro batty man\n\n  How you collect rap magazines dating back to Tougher Than Leather\n  And the reason you got such an extensive rap collection\n  'Cause most of your rap mags are all stuck together\n  Watch what you say, watch what you said\n\n  When your skull gets cracked, what you gonna say crackhead?\n  Your style is dead, kneel to the rap God and beg\n  Before I slap you way back in the days like Ahmad\n  Don't get me fed up or vexed up 'cause you'll get set up\n  My crew don't let up, I be dead up in this piece\n\n  Recognize this blast master KRS-One\n\n  For ten years Fat Joe chillin' on the East\n\n  We, the willing led by the anoying are\n  Doing the impossible for the ungrateful\n  We have done so much for so long with so little\n  That we are now qualified to do anything we, we, we...\n  Say what?\n"},{"id":25594178,"name":"Bronx Tale (feat KRS-One)","trackName":"Bronx Tale (feat KRS-One)","artistName":"Fat Joe","albumName":"Jealous One's Envy","duration":235.76,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Music please\nYes, welcome to Jealous One's Envy\nWe'd like to thank you in advance for purchasing this product\nIt is a Relativity Records product\nArtist Fat Joe\nMy name is KRS-One\nAnd of course we're gonna bring the noise\n'Cause we can never be toys\n\nYes I am the ultimate\nUttering ultimatums for the fun of it\n\nIt appears to me you don't know who you fuckin' with\nYou can't see this with bifocals 'cause you're local\nCan't hang with my vocals\nBetter you fuck with Sonny Bono\nOr Yoko Ono\n\nBut KRS, oh no no\nYou might think you Alexi but I don't give a fuck though\nI'm rollin' hard like God with a squad black\nPackin' them pockets bitch, where that money wad at?\n\nAyo I be the show stopper\nAs I shine like gold, other rappers dull like copper\nThe certified fake nigga dropper\nWhich borough is the thorough?\nI know, do you know?\nLet me know, I'm sayin' no\nThe coke connector\nSportin' leathers with reflectors\nDon't get caught up in my sector or I'mma have to inject ya\n\nWith a slab of this lyrical dope shit\nFake MC's and wannabe's best to quote this\n\nFat Joe, the true and living will prevail\nKingpin like Sonny up in Bronx Tale\nWill I fail? I doubt it\nI'm a nigga catchin' bodies\nWhile other niggas trying to sound about it\n\nTrue indeed\nBehind my back MC's claim they can serve me\nIn my face they screamin' we're not worthy\nYou's a has been, actually you ain't been\nI'll be tourin' while you be home taping\nSo what punk? You can battle in a second\nFrankly the bottom line is where's your hit record?\nYou claim I'm jockin'\nClaim I'm on your dick, where's your witness?\nIf I'm on your dick my name has got to be syphilis\n\nIf you're feeling lucky duck then press your luck\nUp up up and away 'cause I don't play clown\nIf you're feeling lucky duck then press your luck\nBuck buck buck take that what you on the way down\n\nAs we proceed to lock it down\nDon't get it fucked up, we be the kings of the Boogie Down\nAll we do is spark izm and get cash\nTorturing MC's like that warden up in Alcatraz\nIt's Fat Joe, yo you know my steelo\n\nGet so much love I'm payin' sixteen on the kilos\nAnd the niggas outta town\nStill got control of the Boogie Down\nNow how the fuck you sound (yeah)\n\nAin't no army that can harm me and bomb me\nCome on G you clowns ain't got a fuckin' thing on me\nI'm flashy like white linen\n\nGot rappers under pressure like two\nOuts tied score in the ninth inning\nI'm down with Kris and ain't no stoppin' me\nI'm out for Bronx and Monopoly with chicks on top of me\nIt's my philosophy, puffin' L's in the corridor\nSlappin' cops like Capone, hittin' whores in my laboratory\nThese motherfuckers don't want it\n\nWord to mother Joe, these niggas don't want it\n\nIf you're feeling lucky duck then press your luck\nUp up up and away 'cause I don't play clown\nIf you're feeling lucky duck then press your luck\nBuck buck buck take that what you on the way down\n\nMercy, you wanna serve me but you ain't worthy\nMy style is too curvy, what you telling me?\nBut your flimsy ass will go home after the battle\nAnd fondle your balls with KRS-One up in your memory\nI know your kind, you rap like you're Mr. John Gotti the Don\nBut you're just another batty man\nTell the pro batty man\n\nHow you collect rap magazines dating back to Tougher Than Leather\nAnd the reason you got such an extensive rap collection\n'Cause most of your rap mags are all stuck together\nWatch what you say, watch what you said\n\nWhen your skull gets cracked, what you gonna say crackhead?\nYour style is dead, kneel to the rap God and beg\nBefore I slap you way back in the days like Ahmad\nDon't get me fed up or vexed up 'cause you'll get set up\nMy crew don't let up, I be dead up in this piece\n\nRecognize this blast master KRS-One\n\nFor ten years Fat Joe chillin' on the East\n\nWe, the willing led by the anoying are\nDoing the impossible for the ungrateful\nWe have done so much for so long with so little\nThat we are now qualified to do anything we, we, we...\nSay what?","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.40] Music please\n[00:02.31] Yes, welcome to Jealous One's Envy\n[00:05.52] We'd like to thank you in advance for purchasing this product\n[00:08.12] It is a Relativity Records product\n[00:10.00] Artist Fat Joe\n[00:11.09] My name is KRS-One\n[00:13.06] And of course we're gonna bring the noise\n[00:15.86] 'Cause we can never be toys\n[00:17.64] Yes I am the ultimate\n[00:19.11] Uttering ultimatums for the fun of it\n[00:21.07] It appears to me you don't know who you fuckin' with\n[00:23.41] You can't see this with bifocals 'cause you're local\n[00:25.92] Can't hang with my vocals\n[00:27.14] Better you fuck with Sonny Bono\n[00:28.64] Or Yoko Ono\n[00:29.71] But KRS, oh no no\n[00:31.45] You might think you Alexi but I don't give a fuck though\n[00:34.58] I'm rollin' hard like God with a squad black\n[00:37.14] Packin' them pockets bitch, where that money wad at?\n[00:39.56] Ayo I be the show stopper\n[00:40.95] As I shine like gold, other rappers dull like copper\n[00:43.89] The certified fake nigga dropper\n[00:46.12] Which borough is the thorough?\n[00:48.26] I know, do you know?\n[00:49.57] Let me know, I'm sayin' no\n[00:51.05] The coke connector\n[00:52.26] Sportin' leathers with reflectors\n[00:54.00] Don't get caught up in my sector or I'mma have to inject ya\n[00:57.57] With a slab of this lyrical dope shit\n[00:59.93] Fake MC's and wannabe's best to quote this\n[01:03.00] Fat Joe, the true and living will prevail\n[01:05.47] Kingpin like Sonny up in Bronx Tale\n[01:07.95] Will I fail? I doubt it\n[01:09.62] I'm a nigga catchin' bodies\n[01:11.20] While other niggas trying to sound about it\n[01:13.36] True indeed\n[01:14.01] Behind my back MC's claim they can serve me\n[01:16.37] In my face they screamin' we're not worthy\n[01:19.01] You's a has been, actually you ain't been\n[01:21.76] I'll be tourin' while you be home taping\n[01:24.58] So what punk? You can battle in a second\n[01:27.09] Frankly the bottom line is where's your hit record?\n[01:29.67] You claim I'm jockin'\n[01:30.80] Claim I'm on your dick, where's your witness?\n[01:32.83] If I'm on your dick my name has got to be syphilis\n[01:36.61] If you're feeling lucky duck then press your luck\n[01:38.11] Up up up and away 'cause I don't play clown\n[01:41.98] If you're feeling lucky duck then press your luck\n[01:44.40] Buck buck buck take that what you on the way down\n[01:46.95] As we proceed to lock it down\n[01:48.75] Don't get it fucked up, we be the kings of the Boogie Down\n[01:52.35] All we do is spark izm and get cash\n[01:54.85] Torturing MC's like that warden up in Alcatraz\n[01:57.78] It's Fat Joe, yo you know my steelo\n[02:00.32] Get so much love I'm payin' sixteen on the kilos\n[02:02.72] And the niggas outta town\n[02:04.53] Still got control of the Boogie Down\n[02:06.78] Now how the fuck you sound (yeah)\n[02:08.83] Ain't no army that can harm me and bomb me\n[02:11.20] Come on G you clowns ain't got a fuckin' thing on me\n[02:14.02] I'm flashy like white linen\n[02:16.13] Got rappers under pressure like two\n[02:17.69] Outs tied score in the ninth inning\n[02:19.98] I'm down with Kris and ain't no stoppin' me\n[02:22.05] I'm out for Bronx and Monopoly with chicks on top of me\n[02:24.79] It's my philosophy, puffin' L's in the corridor\n[02:28.44] Slappin' cops like Capone, hittin' whores in my laboratory\n[02:31.87] These motherfuckers don't want it\n[02:33.26] Word to mother Joe, these niggas don't want it\n[02:36.25] If you're feeling lucky duck then press your luck\n[02:39.14] Up up up and away 'cause I don't play clown\n[02:41.85] If you're feeling lucky duck then press your luck\n[02:44.84] Buck buck buck take that what you on the way down\n[02:47.40] Mercy, you wanna serve me but you ain't worthy\n[02:50.86] My style is too curvy, what you telling me?\n[02:53.27] But your flimsy ass will go home after the battle\n[02:55.41] 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Which borough is the thorough?\n  I know, do you know?\n  Let me know, I'm sayin' no\n  The coke connector\n  Sportin' leathers with reflectors\n  Don't get caught up in my sector or I'mma have to inject ya\n\n  With a slab of this lyrical dope shit\n  Fake MC's and wannabe's best to quote this\n\n  Fat Joe, the true and living will prevail\n  Kingpin like Sonny up in Bronx Tale\n  Will I fail? 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You can battle in a second\nFrankly the bottom line is where's your hit record?\nYou claim I'm jockin'\nClaim I'm on your dick, where's your witness?\nIf I'm on your dick my name has got to be syphilis\n\nIf you're feeling lucky duck then press your luck\nUp up up and away 'cause I don't play clown\nIf you're feeling lucky duck then press your luck\nBuck buck buck take that what you on the way down\n\nAs we proceed to lock it down\nDon't get it fucked up, we be the kings of the Boogie Down\nAll we do is spark izm and get cash\nTorturing MC's like that warden up in Alcatraz\nIt's Fat Joe, yo you know my steelo\n\nGet so much love I'm payin' sixteen on the kilos\nAnd the niggas outta town\nStill got control of the Boogie Down\nNow how the fuck you sound (yeah)\n\nAin't no army that can harm me and bomb me\nCome on G you clowns ain't got a fuckin' thing on me\nI'm flashy like white linen\n\nGot rappers under pressure like two\nOuts tied score in the ninth inning\nI'm down with Kris and ain't no stoppin' me\nI'm out for Bronx and Monopoly with chicks on top of me\nIt's my philosophy, puffin' L's in the corridor\nSlappin' cops like Capone, hittin' whores in my laboratory\nThese motherfuckers don't want it\n\nWord to mother Joe, these niggas don't want it\n\nIf you're feeling lucky duck then press your luck\nUp up up and away 'cause I don't play clown\nIf you're feeling lucky duck then press your luck\nBuck buck buck take that what you on the way down\n\nMercy, you wanna serve me but you ain't worthy\nMy style is too curvy, what you telling me?\nBut your flimsy ass will go home after the battle\nAnd fondle your balls with KRS-One up in your memory\nI know your kind, you rap like you're Mr. John Gotti the Don\nBut you're just another batty man\nTell the pro batty man\n\nHow you collect rap magazines dating back to Tougher Than Leather\nAnd the reason you got such an extensive rap collection\n'Cause most of your rap mags are all stuck together\nWatch what you say, watch what you said\n\nWhen your skull gets cracked, what you gonna say crackhead?\nYour style is dead, kneel to the rap God and beg\nBefore I slap you way back in the days like Ahmad\nDon't get me fed up or vexed up 'cause you'll get set up\nMy crew don't let up, I be dead up in this piece\n\nRecognize this blast master KRS-One\n\nFor ten years Fat Joe chillin' on the East\n\nWe, the willing led by the anoying are\nDoing the impossible for the ungrateful\nWe have done so much for so long with so little\nThat we are now qualified to do anything we, we, we...\nSay what?","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.40] Music please\n[00:02.31] Yes, welcome to Jealous One's Envy\n[00:05.52] We'd like to thank you in advance for purchasing this product\n[00:08.12] It is a Relativity Records product\n[00:10.00] Artist Fat Joe\n[00:11.09] My name is KRS-One\n[00:13.06] And of course we're gonna bring the noise\n[00:15.86] 'Cause we can never be toys\n[00:17.64] Yes I am the ultimate\n[00:19.11] Uttering ultimatums for the fun of it\n[00:21.07] It appears to me you don't know who you fuckin' with\n[00:23.41] You can't see this with bifocals 'cause you're local\n[00:25.92] Can't hang with my vocals\n[00:27.14] Better you fuck with Sonny Bono\n[00:28.64] Or Yoko Ono\n[00:29.71] But KRS, oh no no\n[00:31.45] You might think you Alexi but I don't give a fuck though\n[00:34.58] I'm rollin' hard like God with a squad black\n[00:37.14] Packin' them pockets bitch, where that money wad at?\n[00:39.56] Ayo I be the show stopper\n[00:40.95] As I shine like gold, other rappers dull like copper\n[00:43.89] The certified fake nigga dropper\n[00:46.12] Which borough is the thorough?\n[00:48.26] I know, do you know?\n[00:49.57] Let me know, I'm sayin' no\n[00:51.05] The coke connector\n[00:52.26] Sportin' leathers with reflectors\n[00:54.00] Don't get caught up in my sector or I'mma have to inject ya\n[00:57.57] With a slab of this lyrical dope shit\n[00:59.93] Fake MC's and wannabe's best to quote this\n[01:03.00] Fat Joe, the true and living will prevail\n[01:05.47] Kingpin like Sonny up in Bronx Tale\n[01:07.95] Will I fail? I doubt it\n[01:09.62] I'm a nigga catchin' bodies\n[01:11.20] While other niggas trying to sound about it\n[01:13.36] True indeed\n[01:14.01] Behind my back MC's claim they can serve me\n[01:16.37] In my face they screamin' we're not worthy\n[01:19.01] You's a has been, actually you ain't been\n[01:21.76] I'll be tourin' while you be home taping\n[01:24.58] So what punk? 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Which borough is the thorough?\n  I know, do you know?\n  Let me know, I'm sayin' no\n  The coke connector\n  Sportin' leathers with reflectors\n  Don't get caught up in my sector or I'mma have to inject ya\n\n  With a slab of this lyrical dope shit\n  Fake MC's and wannabe's best to quote this\n\n  Fat Joe, the true and living will prevail\n  Kingpin like Sonny up in Bronx Tale\n  Will I fail? 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I doubt it\nI'm a nigga catchin' bodies\nWhile other niggas trying to sound about it\n\nTrue indeed\nBehind my back MC's claim they can serve me\nIn my face they screamin' we're not worthy\nYou's a has been, actually you ain't been\nI'll be tourin' while you be home taping\nSo what punk? You can battle in a second\nFrankly the bottom line is where's your hit record?\nYou claim I'm jockin'\nClaim I'm on your dick, where's your witness?\nIf I'm on your dick my name has got to be syphilis\n\nIf you're feeling lucky duck then press your luck\nUp up up and away 'cause I don't play clown\nIf you're feeling lucky duck then press your luck\nBuck buck buck take that what you on the way down\n\nAs we proceed to lock it down\nDon't get it fucked up, we be the kings of the Boogie Down\nAll we do is spark izm and get cash\nTorturing MC's like that warden up in Alcatraz\nIt's Fat Joe, yo you know my steelo\n\nGet so much love I'm payin' sixteen on the kilos\nAnd the niggas outta town\nStill got control of the Boogie Down\nNow how the fuck you sound (yeah)\n\nAin't no army that can harm me and bomb me\nCome on G you clowns ain't got a fuckin' thing on me\nI'm flashy like white linen\n\nGot rappers under pressure like two\nOuts tied score in the ninth inning\nI'm down with Kris and ain't no stoppin' me\nI'm out for Bronx and Monopoly with chicks on top of me\nIt's my philosophy, puffin' L's in the corridor\nSlappin' cops like Capone, hittin' whores in my laboratory\nThese motherfuckers don't want it\n\nWord to mother Joe, these niggas don't want it\n\nIf you're feeling lucky duck then press your luck\nUp up up and away 'cause I don't play clown\nIf you're feeling lucky duck then press your luck\nBuck buck buck take that what you on the way down\n\nMercy, you wanna serve me but you ain't worthy\nMy style is too curvy, what you telling me?\nBut your flimsy ass will go home after the battle\nAnd fondle your balls with KRS-One up in your memory\nI know your kind, you rap like you're Mr. John Gotti the Don\nBut you're just another batty man\nTell the pro batty man\n\nHow you collect rap magazines dating back to Tougher Than Leather\nAnd the reason you got such an extensive rap collection\n'Cause most of your rap mags are all stuck together\nWatch what you say, watch what you said\n\nWhen your skull gets cracked, what you gonna say crackhead?\nYour style is dead, kneel to the rap God and beg\nBefore I slap you way back in the days like Ahmad\nDon't get me fed up or vexed up 'cause you'll get set up\nMy crew don't let up, I be dead up in this piece\n\nRecognize this blast master KRS-One\n\nFor ten years Fat Joe chillin' on the East\n\nWe, the willing led by the anoying are\nDoing the impossible for the ungrateful\nWe have done so much for so long with so little\nThat we are now qualified to do anything we, we, we...\nSay what?","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.40] Music please\n[00:02.31] Yes, welcome to Jealous One's Envy\n[00:05.52] We'd like to thank you in advance for purchasing this product\n[00:08.12] It is a Relativity Records product\n[00:10.00] Artist Fat Joe\n[00:11.09] My name is KRS-One\n[00:13.06] And of course we're gonna bring the noise\n[00:15.86] 'Cause we can never be toys\n[00:17.64] Yes I am the ultimate\n[00:19.11] Uttering ultimatums for the fun of it\n[00:21.07] It appears to me you don't know who you fuckin' with\n[00:23.41] You can't see this with bifocals 'cause you're local\n[00:25.92] Can't hang with my vocals\n[00:27.14] Better you fuck with Sonny Bono\n[00:28.64] Or Yoko Ono\n[00:29.71] But KRS, oh no no\n[00:31.45] You might think you Alexi but I don't give a fuck though\n[00:34.58] I'm rollin' hard like God with a squad black\n[00:37.14] Packin' them pockets bitch, where that money wad at?\n[00:39.56] Ayo I be the show stopper\n[00:40.95] As I shine like gold, other rappers dull like copper\n[00:43.89] The certified fake nigga dropper\n[00:46.12] Which borough is the thorough?\n[00:48.26] I know, do you know?\n[00:49.57] Let me know, I'm sayin' no\n[00:51.05] The coke connector\n[00:52.26] Sportin' leathers with reflectors\n[00:54.00] Don't get caught up in my sector or I'mma have to inject ya\n[00:57.57] With a slab of this lyrical dope shit\n[00:59.93] Fake MC's and wannabe's best to quote this\n[01:03.00] Fat Joe, the true and living will prevail\n[01:05.47] Kingpin like Sonny up in Bronx Tale\n[01:07.95] Will I fail? I doubt it\n[01:09.62] I'm a nigga catchin' bodies\n[01:11.20] While other niggas trying to sound about it\n[01:13.36] True indeed\n[01:14.01] Behind my back MC's claim they can serve me\n[01:16.37] In my face they screamin' we're not worthy\n[01:19.01] You's a has been, actually you ain't been\n[01:21.76] I'll be tourin' while you be home taping\n[01:24.58] So what punk? You can battle in a second\n[01:27.09] Frankly the bottom line is where's your hit record?\n[01:29.67] You claim I'm jockin'\n[01:30.80] Claim I'm on your dick, where's your witness?\n[01:32.83] If I'm on your dick my name has got to be syphilis\n[01:36.61] If you're feeling lucky duck then press your luck\n[01:38.11] Up up up and away 'cause I don't play clown\n[01:41.98] If you're feeling lucky duck then press your luck\n[01:44.40] Buck buck buck take that what you on the way down\n[01:46.95] As we proceed to lock it down\n[01:48.75] Don't get it fucked up, we be the kings of the Boogie Down\n[01:52.35] All we do is spark izm and get cash\n[01:54.85] Torturing MC's like that warden up in Alcatraz\n[01:57.78] It's Fat Joe, yo you know my steelo\n[02:00.32] Get so much love I'm payin' sixteen on the kilos\n[02:02.72] And the niggas outta town\n[02:04.53] Still got control of the Boogie Down\n[02:06.78] Now how the fuck you sound (yeah)\n[02:08.83] Ain't no army that can harm me and bomb me\n[02:11.20] Come on G you clowns ain't got a fuckin' thing on me\n[02:14.02] I'm flashy like white linen\n[02:16.13] Got rappers under pressure like two\n[02:17.69] Outs tied score in the ninth inning\n[02:19.98] I'm down with Kris and ain't no stoppin' me\n[02:22.05] I'm out for Bronx and Monopoly with chicks on top of me\n[02:24.79] It's my philosophy, puffin' L's in the corridor\n[02:28.44] Slappin' cops like Capone, hittin' whores in my laboratory\n[02:31.87] These motherfuckers don't want it\n[02:33.26] Word to mother Joe, these niggas don't want it\n[02:36.25] If you're feeling lucky duck then press your luck\n[02:39.14] Up up up and away 'cause I don't play clown\n[02:41.85] If you're feeling lucky duck then press your luck\n[02:44.84] Buck buck buck take that what you on the way down\n[02:47.40] Mercy, you wanna serve me but you ain't worthy\n[02:50.86] My style is too curvy, what you telling me?\n[02:53.27] But your flimsy ass will go home after the battle\n[02:55.41] And fondle your balls with KRS-One up in your memory\n[02:58.88] I know your kind, you rap like you're Mr. John Gotti the Don\n[03:02.55] But you're just another batty man\n[03:04.21] Tell the pro batty man\n[03:05.53] How you collect rap magazines dating back to Tougher Than Leather\n[03:09.61] And the reason you got such an extensive rap collection\n[03:12.37] 'Cause most of your rap mags are all stuck together\n[03:15.29] Watch what you say, watch what you said\n[03:17.89] When your skull gets cracked, what you gonna say crackhead?\n[03:21.09] Your style is dead, kneel to the rap God and beg\n[03:23.32] Before I slap you way back in the days like Ahmad\n[03:26.63] Don't get me fed up or vexed up 'cause you'll get set up\n[03:29.48] My crew don't let up, I be dead up in this piece\n[03:31.95] Recognize this blast master KRS-One\n[03:34.44] For ten years Fat Joe chillin' on the East\n[03:37.20] We, the willing led by the anoying are\n[03:38.99] Doing the impossible for the ungrateful\n[03:40.72] We have done so much for so long with so little\n[03:43.08] That we are now qualified to do anything we, we, we...\n[03:47.55] Say what?\n[03:55.72] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: 01 - Bronx Tale (Feat. 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Which borough is the thorough?\n  I know, do you know?\n  Let me know, I'm sayin' no\n  The coke connector\n  Sportin' leathers with reflectors\n  Don't get caught up in my sector or I'mma have to inject ya\n\n  With a slab of this lyrical dope shit\n  Fake MC's and wannabe's best to quote this\n\n  Fat Joe, the true and living will prevail\n  Kingpin like Sonny up in Bronx Tale\n  Will I fail? 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I doubt it\nI'm a nigga catchin' bodies\nWhile other niggas trying to sound about it\n\nTrue indeed\nBehind my back MC's claim they can serve me\nIn my face they screamin' we're not worthy\nYou's a has been, actually you ain't been\nI'll be tourin' while you be home taping\nSo what punk? You can battle in a second\nFrankly the bottom line is where's your hit record?\nYou claim I'm jockin'\nClaim I'm on your dick, where's your witness?\nIf I'm on your dick my name has got to be syphilis\n\nIf you're feeling lucky duck then press your luck\nUp up up and away 'cause I don't play clown\nIf you're feeling lucky duck then press your luck\nBuck buck buck take that what you on the way down\n\nAs we proceed to lock it down\nDon't get it fucked up, we be the kings of the Boogie Down\nAll we do is spark izm and get cash\nTorturing MC's like that warden up in Alcatraz\nIt's Fat Joe, yo you know my steelo\n\nGet so much love I'm payin' sixteen on the kilos\nAnd the niggas outta town\nStill got control of the Boogie Down\nNow how the fuck you sound (yeah)\n\nAin't no army that can harm me and bomb me\nCome on G you clowns ain't got a fuckin' thing on me\nI'm flashy like white linen\n\nGot rappers under pressure like two\nOuts tied score in the ninth inning\nI'm down with Kris and ain't no stoppin' me\nI'm out for Bronx and Monopoly with chicks on top of me\nIt's my philosophy, puffin' L's in the corridor\nSlappin' cops like Capone, hittin' whores in my laboratory\nThese motherfuckers don't want it\n\nWord to mother Joe, these niggas don't want it\n\nIf you're feeling lucky duck then press your luck\nUp up up and away 'cause I don't play clown\nIf you're feeling lucky duck then press your luck\nBuck buck buck take that what you on the way down\n\nMercy, you wanna serve me but you ain't worthy\nMy style is too curvy, what you telling me?\nBut your flimsy ass will go home after the battle\nAnd fondle your balls with KRS-One up in your memory\nI know your kind, you rap like you're Mr. John Gotti the Don\nBut you're just another batty man\nTell the pro batty man\n\nHow you collect rap magazines dating back to Tougher Than Leather\nAnd the reason you got such an extensive rap collection\n'Cause most of your rap mags are all stuck together\nWatch what you say, watch what you said\n\nWhen your skull gets cracked, what you gonna say crackhead?\nYour style is dead, kneel to the rap God and beg\nBefore I slap you way back in the days like Ahmad\nDon't get me fed up or vexed up 'cause you'll get set up\nMy crew don't let up, I be dead up in this piece\n\nRecognize this blast master KRS-One\n\nFor ten years Fat Joe chillin' on the East\n\nWe, the willing led by the anoying are\nDoing the impossible for the ungrateful\nWe have done so much for so long with so little\nThat we are now qualified to do anything we, we, we...\nSay what?","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.40] Music please\n[00:02.31] Yes, welcome to Jealous One's Envy\n[00:05.52] We'd like to thank you in advance for purchasing this product\n[00:08.12] It is a Relativity Records product\n[00:10.00] Artist Fat Joe\n[00:11.09] My name is KRS-One\n[00:13.06] And of course we're gonna bring the noise\n[00:15.86] 'Cause we can never be toys\n[00:17.64] Yes I am the ultimate\n[00:19.11] Uttering ultimatums for the fun of it\n[00:21.07] It appears to me you don't know who you fuckin' with\n[00:23.41] You can't see this with bifocals 'cause you're local\n[00:25.92] Can't hang with my vocals\n[00:27.14] Better you fuck with Sonny Bono\n[00:28.64] Or Yoko Ono\n[00:29.71] But KRS, oh no no\n[00:31.45] You might think you Alexi but I don't give a fuck though\n[00:34.58] I'm rollin' hard like God with a squad black\n[00:37.14] Packin' them pockets bitch, where that money wad at?\n[00:39.56] Ayo I be the show stopper\n[00:40.95] As I shine like gold, other rappers dull like copper\n[00:43.89] The certified fake nigga dropper\n[00:46.12] Which borough is the thorough?\n[00:48.26] I know, do you know?\n[00:49.57] Let me know, I'm sayin' no\n[00:51.05] The coke connector\n[00:52.26] Sportin' leathers with reflectors\n[00:54.00] Don't get caught up in my sector or I'mma have to inject ya\n[00:57.57] With a slab of this lyrical dope shit\n[00:59.93] Fake MC's and wannabe's best to quote this\n[01:03.00] Fat Joe, the true and living will prevail\n[01:05.47] Kingpin like Sonny up in Bronx Tale\n[01:07.95] Will I fail? I doubt it\n[01:09.62] I'm a nigga catchin' bodies\n[01:11.20] While other niggas trying to sound about it\n[01:13.36] True indeed\n[01:14.01] Behind my back MC's claim they can serve me\n[01:16.37] In my face they screamin' we're not worthy\n[01:19.01] You's a has been, actually you ain't been\n[01:21.76] I'll be tourin' while you be home taping\n[01:24.58] So what punk? 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Which borough is the thorough?\n  I know, do you know?\n  Let me know, I'm sayin' no\n  The coke connector\n  Sportin' leathers with reflectors\n  Don't get caught up in my sector or I'mma have to inject ya\n\n  With a slab of this lyrical dope shit\n  Fake MC's and wannabe's best to quote this\n\n  Fat Joe, the true and living will prevail\n  Kingpin like Sonny up in Bronx Tale\n  Will I fail? I doubt it\n  I'm a nigga catchin' bodies\n  While other niggas trying to sound about it\n\n  True indeed\n  Behind my back MC's claim they can serve me\n  In my face they screamin' we're not worthy\n  You's a has been, actually you ain't been\n  I'll be tourin' while you be home taping\n  So what punk? You can battle in a second\n  Frankly the bottom line is where's your hit record?\n  You claim I'm jockin'\n  Claim I'm on your dick, where's your witness?\n  If I'm on your dick my name has got to be syphilis\n\n  If you're feeling lucky duck then press your luck\n  Up up up and away 'cause I don't play clown\n  If you're feeling lucky duck then press your luck\n  Buck buck buck take that what you on the way down\n\n  As we proceed to lock it down\n  Don't get it fucked up, we be the kings of the Boogie Down\n  All we do is spark izm and get cash\n  Torturing MC's like that warden up in Alcatraz\n  It's Fat Joe, yo you know my steelo\n\n  Get so much love I'm payin' sixteen on the kilos\n  And the niggas outta town\n  Still got control of the Boogie Down\n  Now how the fuck you sound (yeah)\n\n  Ain't no army that can harm me and bomb me\n  Come on G you clowns ain't got a fuckin' thing on me\n  I'm flashy like white linen\n\n  Got rappers under pressure like two\n  Outs tied score in the ninth inning\n  I'm down with Kris and ain't no stoppin' me\n  I'm out for Bronx and Monopoly with chicks on top of me\n  It's my philosophy, puffin' L's in the corridor\n  Slappin' cops like Capone, hittin' whores in my laboratory\n  These motherfuckers don't want it\n\n  Word to mother Joe, these niggas don't want it\n\n  If you're feeling lucky duck then press your luck\n  Up up up and away 'cause I don't play clown\n  If you're feeling lucky duck then press your luck\n  Buck buck buck take that what you on the way down\n\n  Mercy, you wanna serve me but you ain't worthy\n  My style is too curvy, what you telling me?\n  But your flimsy ass will go home after the battle\n  And fondle your balls with KRS-One up in your memory\n  I know your kind, you rap like you're Mr. John Gotti the Don\n  But you're just another batty man\n  Tell the pro batty man\n\n  How you collect rap magazines dating back to Tougher Than Leather\n  And the reason you got such an extensive rap collection\n  'Cause most of your rap mags are all stuck together\n  Watch what you say, watch what you said\n\n  When your skull gets cracked, what you gonna say crackhead?\n  Your style is dead, kneel to the rap God and beg\n  Before I slap you way back in the days like Ahmad\n  Don't get me fed up or vexed up 'cause you'll get set up\n  My crew don't let up, I be dead up in this piece\n\n  Recognize this blast master KRS-One\n\n  For ten years Fat Joe chillin' on the East\n\n  We, the willing led by the anoying are\n  Doing the impossible for the ungrateful\n  We have done so much for so long with so little\n  That we are now qualified to do anything we, we, we...\n  Say what?\n"}]