[{"id":18414203,"name":"Whatcha Come Around Here For","trackName":"Whatcha Come Around Here For","artistName":"Flipmode Squad","albumName":"Violator: The Album","duration":254.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah, heh\nA Flipmode y'all, a Flipmode y'all\nA Flipmode y'all, a Flipmode y'all\nHah, heh, hahahaha, yo, yo, uh\n\nI spits rhymes for thug cats, neighborhood drug rats\nHardcore, keep it raw, what niggaz love that\nStack the greenbacks and stay steady with the weed sack\nSpliff Star, one of the famous foreigners from East Flat-Bush\n\nFire arms till you no longer breather black\nMake it hot, standin' on the corner wit the G-Pack\nLook at me lampin' in defiance wit my seats back\nGot the game to fuck wit Jane? Where you and her sleep at\n\nLyrically inclined and inclined to get lyrical\nCheckin' for residuals, rhymin' be the ritual\nIll individual, bad habitat, watch my voice battle cats\nWhile I'm spittin' battle raps\n\nOn the high horse and I keep my saddle strapped\nYou'd be headin' up the river like 'where the paddle at?'\nGot a rhyme overload Rah Digga always front ya\nLeavin' niggaz stuck like I was acupuncture\n\nGot niggaz from the hood, thinkin' shit all good\nI'm askin' all y'all, whatcha come around here for?\nGot niggaz outta town, tryin' to come and be down\nI'm askin' all y'all, whatcha come around here for?\n\nGot niggaz online, think they fuckin' wit mine\nI'm askin' all y'all, whatcha come around here for?\nI'm askin' all y'all, whatcha come around here for?\nI'm askin' all y'all, whatcha come around here for?\n\nIt makes a lot of sense when you see Sham in black Benz\nWith high friends pull up the club wit dark tints\nNever jump out, that's why they lookin' dead in my mouth\nThey must have doubts like who the stars wit no lookouts\n\nYou'd be amazed and surprised to who would run in your house\nAnd tag their names on the stomach of your pregnant spouse\nI shall leave you wit dat BIB from QB\nBoys In Black and foul attitudes to match\n\nYo, now who you be God, I be the soul controller\nI burst gas like the fizz outta your Coca Cola\nLive shit like the energy of solar\nWith thug niggaz wit names like Bullet Head and Cobra\n\nStreet niggaz be feelin' the nights gettin' cold, the rock\nBear skin furs like Australian polar\nHang up on whack bitches who call the Motorola\nAnd smack faggots like you don't make me have to show ya\n\nGot niggaz from the hood, thinkin' shit all good\nI'm askin' all y'all, whatcha come around here for?\nGot niggaz outta town, tryin' to come and be down\nI'm askin' all y'all, whatcha come around here for?\n\nGot niggaz online, think they fuckin' wit mine\nI'm askin' all y'all, whatcha come around here for?\nI'm askin' all y'all, whatcha come around here for?\nI'm askin' all y'all, whatcha come around here for?\n\nRamp I'm not talkin', son, I'm comin out clappin'\nAll you whack niggaz be poppin' shit, y'all niggaz actin'\nFlipmode number 1 squad that make shit happen\nI'm rippin' down shit while y'all other niggaz slackin'\n\nMoney cats is stocked and locked plus I'm stackin'\nThem grimy niggaz rollin' with me them niggaz packin'\nBust 4 in your face, pop 4 in your back and\n8 bullets total in all, I'm street trackin'\n\n2 for my block like 10 in the mornin'\nSquish your organs like Swiss scheese whippin' the arm\nAnd flava blaze I play the corner\nWake up your neighbors wit my tape in order to feel my aura\n\nMauziano, I'm like a silver tsar holdin' golden\nMetal and though I hold my arm swollen\nOn the farm belong for soldiers I control\nIs like they seein' Moses\n\nFendin' for flows, I pose to split you open\nLayin' back rappers for motion\nPicture me slap on my rappin' boots\n\nGot niggaz from the hood, thinkin' shit all good\nI'm askin' all y'all, whatcha come around here for?\nGot niggaz outta town, tryin' to come and be down\nI'm askin' all y'all, whatcha come around here for?\n\nGot niggaz online, think they fuckin' wit mine\nI'm askin' all y'all, whatcha come around here for?\nI'm askin' all y'all, whatcha come around here for?\nI'm askin' all y'all, whatcha come around here for?\n\nThe earth is the globe where I work my magic like Merlin unfold\nSurface enclosure, life worthless, no goals\nPerfect controls like Ayatola's turbans and robes\nFrom the counties of kings Bails, bounties, pissie lobbies\n\n50 armies probably bring hell on this earth\nLegend of dirt, smash ghettos and General's turf\nMenace incredible work\nLand Lord blaze him and gave him the dirt, hah\n\nGot niggaz from the hood, thinkin' shit all good\nI'm askin' all y'all, whatcha come around here for?\nGot niggaz outta town, tryin' to come and be down\nI'm askin' all y'all, whatcha come around here for?\n\nGot niggaz online, think they fuckin' wit mine\nI'm askin' all y'all, whatcha come around here for?\nI'm askin' all y'all, whatcha come around here for?\nI'm askin' all y'all, whatcha come around here for?","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Whatcha Come Around Here For\n  artist: Flipmode Squad\n  album: 'Violator: The Album'\n  duration_ms: 254000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yeah, heh\n  A Flipmode y'all, a Flipmode y'all\n  A Flipmode y'all, a Flipmode y'all\n  Hah, heh, hahahaha, yo, yo, uh\n\n  I spits rhymes for thug cats, neighborhood drug rats\n  Hardcore, keep it raw, what niggaz love that\n  Stack the greenbacks and stay steady with the weed sack\n  Spliff Star, one of the famous foreigners from East Flat-Bush\n\n  Fire arms till you no longer breather black\n  Make it hot, standin' on the corner wit the G-Pack\n  Look at me lampin' in defiance wit my seats back\n  Got the game to fuck wit Jane? Where you and her sleep at\n\n  Lyrically inclined and inclined to get lyrical\n  Checkin' for residuals, rhymin' be the ritual\n  Ill individual, bad habitat, watch my voice battle cats\n  While I'm spittin' battle raps\n\n  On the high horse and I keep my saddle strapped\n  You'd be headin' up the river like 'where the paddle at?'\n  Got a rhyme overload Rah Digga always front ya\n  Leavin' niggaz stuck like I was acupuncture\n\n  Got niggaz from the hood, thinkin' shit all good\n  I'm askin' all y'all, whatcha come around here for?\n  Got niggaz outta town, tryin' to come and be down\n  I'm askin' all y'all, whatcha come around here for?\n\n  Got niggaz online, think they fuckin' wit mine\n  I'm askin' all y'all, whatcha come around here for?\n  I'm askin' all y'all, whatcha come around here for?\n  I'm askin' all y'all, whatcha come around here for?\n\n  It makes a lot of sense when you see Sham in black Benz\n  With high friends pull up the club wit dark tints\n  Never jump out, that's why they lookin' dead in my mouth\n  They must have doubts like who the stars wit no lookouts\n\n  You'd be amazed and surprised to who would run in your house\n  And tag their names on the stomach of your pregnant spouse\n  I shall leave you wit dat BIB from QB\n  Boys In Black and foul attitudes to match\n\n  Yo, now who you be God, I be the soul controller\n  I burst gas like the fizz outta your Coca Cola\n  Live shit like the energy of solar\n  With thug niggaz wit names like Bullet Head and Cobra\n\n  Street niggaz be feelin' the nights gettin' cold, the rock\n  Bear skin furs like Australian polar\n  Hang up on whack bitches who call the Motorola\n  And smack faggots like you don't make me have to show ya\n\n  Got niggaz from the hood, thinkin' shit all good\n  I'm askin' all y'all, whatcha come around here for?\n  Got niggaz outta town, tryin' to come and be down\n  I'm askin' all y'all, whatcha come around here for?\n\n  Got niggaz online, think they fuckin' wit mine\n  I'm askin' all y'all, whatcha come around here for?\n  I'm askin' all y'all, whatcha come around here for?\n  I'm askin' all y'all, whatcha come around here for?\n\n  Ramp I'm not talkin', son, I'm comin out clappin'\n  All you whack niggaz be poppin' shit, y'all niggaz actin'\n  Flipmode number 1 squad that make shit happen\n  I'm rippin' down shit while y'all other niggaz slackin'\n\n  Money cats is stocked and locked plus I'm stackin'\n  Them grimy niggaz rollin' with me them niggaz packin'\n  Bust 4 in your face, pop 4 in your back and\n  8 bullets total in all, I'm street trackin'\n\n  2 for my block like 10 in the mornin'\n  Squish your organs like Swiss scheese whippin' the arm\n  And flava blaze I play the corner\n  Wake up your neighbors wit my tape in order to feel my aura\n\n  Mauziano, I'm like a silver tsar holdin' golden\n  Metal and though I hold my arm swollen\n  On the farm belong for soldiers I control\n  Is like they seein' Moses\n\n  Fendin' for flows, I pose to split you open\n  Layin' back rappers for motion\n  Picture me slap on my rappin' boots\n\n  Got niggaz from the hood, thinkin' shit all good\n  I'm askin' all y'all, whatcha come around here for?\n  Got niggaz outta town, tryin' to come and be down\n  I'm askin' all y'all, whatcha come around here for?\n\n  Got niggaz online, think they fuckin' wit mine\n  I'm askin' all y'all, whatcha come around here for?\n  I'm askin' all y'all, whatcha come around here for?\n  I'm askin' all y'all, whatcha come around here for?\n\n  The earth is the globe where I work my magic like Merlin unfold\n  Surface enclosure, life worthless, no goals\n  Perfect controls like Ayatola's turbans and robes\n  From the counties of kings Bails, bounties, pissie lobbies\n\n  50 armies probably bring hell on this earth\n  Legend of dirt, smash ghettos and General's turf\n  Menace incredible work\n  Land Lord blaze him and gave him the dirt, hah\n\n  Got niggaz from the hood, thinkin' shit all good\n  I'm askin' all y'all, whatcha come around here for?\n  Got niggaz outta town, tryin' to come and be down\n  I'm askin' all y'all, whatcha come around here for?\n\n  Got niggaz online, think they fuckin' wit mine\n  I'm askin' all y'all, whatcha come around here for?\n  I'm askin' all y'all, whatcha come around here for?\n  I'm askin' all y'all, whatcha come around here for?\n"}]