[{"id":14799428,"name":"King Kong","trackName":"King Kong","artistName":"Forever M.C.","albumName":"Forever M.C.","duration":260.728163,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Make money, make money, money, money\nTake money, take money, money, money\nMake money, make money, money, money\nTake money, take money, money, money\n\nI'm King Kong, this my theme song\nWith Sky on the hook, we touch Kareems Soul\nYour team's on, homie dream on\nIn the movie about pussies you play the lead role\nSensitive rapper, oh sensitive rappers\nWe meant to get active, we interact with killers and factors\nWe chillin' with trappers, we in the back with infamous jackers\nAnd infinite clappers roast to the back\nWe get the shit crackin' exactly like that\nThe streets give me a hundred dollar credit\nKeep it one hundred, nothin' sweet like a fuckin' diabetic\nAnd Hip Hop ain't dead, but radio programmers should be\nFuck it, I just said it, nothing I regretted, unapologetic\nThis whole rap industry's like a survival quest\nAnd the idiot sittin' behind the desk is your final test\nFirst they'll censor you and then tax you like the IRS\nJerk me for my money, you better buy a vest\nYou better have a iron chest\nIt's like a couple of pervs with ear fetishes\nFuck what you've heard, you're ear-relevant\nWhether jugglin' birds or hustlin' words\nFor mathematics, we 'bout action, that's numbers and verbs\nYeah\n\nOh! Oh! Oh!\n\nAh! We gon' get it! (What!?)\nGive it to 'em! (Yeah!)\nWe gon' get it! (What!?)\nNow give it to 'em (Come on!)\nWe gon' get it! (What!?)\nGive it to 'em! (Yeah!)\nWe gon' get it! (What!?)\nNow give it to 'em (Come on!)\n\nMake money, make money, money, money\nTake money, take money, money, money\n\nI'm a legendary rapper, clap a TEC quick\nBlastin' at your baby bassinet\nSnap a neck, snatch a necklace\nAll I see is money, pussy, fame, power\nSixty minute flights through them rain showers\nThat's because the plane's ours\n'Bout to turn these money stacks to algebra\nAnd shotgun your passenger\nYou're about to take a dirt nap like Africa\nAnd we the fuckin' money team, read it and weep\nAsk me why I'm leavin' the D? I'm bob and weavin' the heat\nModesty is the least, why respect is just a catch 22\nGive it to get it or expect it, just catch 22\nThey call me King Karma,\nI've seen crowns layed down in extreme carnage\nPut mean garmets between me and armor\nAnd I ain't even rhymin' man, I'm just being honest man\nI would have your body lyin' in your home\nWhile your soul flyin' to the promise land\nBitches actin' like I gotta go home,\n'cause I'm in they stomach like sonograms\n\nOh! Oh! Oh!\n\nAh! We gon' get it! (What!?)\nGive it to 'em! (Yeah!)\nWe gon' get it! (What!?)\nNow give it to 'em (Come on!)\nWe gon' get it! (What!?)\nGive it to 'em! (Yeah!)\nWe gon' get it! (What!?)\nNow give it to 'em (Come on!)\n\nMake money, make money, money, money\nTake money, take money, money, money\n\nMan, nobody talk a nigga like I'm in a wheelchair\nYou stay tryna walk a nigga, I'm from New York nigga\nPull out, bang 'em with the hawk nigga\nBom bom bom, outlined in chalk nigga\nStick a fork in a nigga, I'm in the gym jumpin' rope\nLiftin' weights, spidey mags, speedbags, you can't cope\nEvery word that I've ever said, you hang on to it\nAnd even though I said it, it wasn't truth, ya ain't gon' do it\n'Cause I, write in my books 'cause my books is what I say\nAnd what I say is my life, 'cause the life took away\n'Cause the path has been dark for oh so long\nSpit it from the heart from the start, it can't go wrong\n\nWe gon' get it! (What!?)\nGive it to 'em! (Yeah!)\nWe gon' get it! (What!?)\nNow give it to 'em (Come on!)\nWe gon' get it! (What!?)\nGive it to 'em! (Yeah!)\nWe gon' get it! (What!?)\nNow give it to 'em (Come on!)","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.73] Make money, make money, money, money\n[00:07.88] Take money, take money, money, money\n[00:13.27] Make money, make money, money, money\n[00:18.35] Take money, take money, money, money\n[00:21.24] I'm King Kong, this my theme song\n[00:24.06] With Sky on the hook, we touch Kareems Soul\n[00:26.54] Your team's on, homie dream on\n[00:29.30] In the movie about pussies you play the lead role\n[00:32.26] Sensitive rapper, oh sensitive rappers\n[00:34.17] We meant to get active, we interact with killers and factors\n[00:37.11] We chillin' with trappers, we in the back with infamous jackers\n[00:39.48] And infinite clappers roast to the back\n[00:41.96] We get the shit crackin' exactly like that\n[00:43.21] The streets give me a hundred dollar credit\n[00:44.93] Keep it one hundred, nothin' sweet like a fuckin' diabetic\n[00:47.31] And Hip Hop ain't dead, but radio programmers should be\n[00:50.07] Fuck it, I just said it, nothing I regretted, unapologetic\n[00:52.89] This whole rap industry's like a survival quest\n[00:56.30] And the idiot sittin' behind the desk is your final test\n[00:58.59] First they'll censor you and then tax you like the IRS\n[01:01.33] Jerk me for my money, you better buy a vest\n[01:03.73] You better have a iron chest\n[01:04.88] It's like a couple of pervs with ear fetishes\n[01:07.56] Fuck what you've heard, you're ear-relevant\n[01:09.35] Whether jugglin' birds or hustlin' words\n[01:11.60] For mathematics, we 'bout action, that's numbers and verbs\n[01:13.99] Yeah\n[01:16.83] Oh! Oh! Oh!\n[01:24.39] Ah! We gon' get it! (What!?)\n[01:28.46] Give it to 'em! (Yeah!)\n[01:32.23] We gon' get it! (What!?)\n[01:34.92] Now give it to 'em (Come on!)\n[01:37.33] We gon' get it! (What!?)\n[01:40.29] Give it to 'em! (Yeah!)\n[01:42.17] We gon' get it! (What!?)\n[01:44.95] Now give it to 'em (Come on!)\n[01:46.74] Make money, make money, money, money\n[01:54.32] Take money, take money, money, money\n[01:57.26] I'm a legendary rapper, clap a TEC quick\n[01:59.30] Blastin' at your baby bassinet\n[02:01.18] Snap a neck, snatch a necklace\n[02:02.76] All I see is money, pussy, fame, power\n[02:04.99] Sixty minute flights through them rain showers\n[02:06.85] That's because the plane's ours\n[02:08.09] 'Bout to turn these money stacks to algebra\n[02:09.82] And shotgun your passenger\n[02:11.55] You're about to take a dirt nap like Africa\n[02:13.07] And we the fuckin' money team, read it and weep\n[02:15.32] Ask me why I'm leavin' the D? I'm bob and weavin' the heat\n[02:18.36] Modesty is the least, why respect is just a catch 22\n[02:21.36] Give it to get it or expect it, just catch 22\n[02:23.74] They call me King Karma,\n[02:25.28] I've seen crowns layed down in extreme carnage\n[02:27.45] Put mean garmets between me and armor\n[02:29.29] And I ain't even rhymin' man, I'm just being honest man\n[02:31.93] I would have your body lyin' in your home\n[02:34.15] While your soul flyin' to the promise land\n[02:36.09] Bitches actin' like I gotta go home,\n[02:38.16] 'Cause I'm in they stomach like sonograms\n[02:40.03] Oh! Oh! Oh!\n[02:46.03] Ah! We gon' get it! (What!?)\n[02:54.99] Give it to 'em! (Yeah!)\n[02:57.65] We gon' get it! (What!?)\n[03:00.15] Now give it to 'em (Come on!)\n[03:01.68] We gon' get it! (What!?)\n[03:04.82] Give it to 'em! (Yeah!)\n[03:07.32] We gon' get it! (What!?)\n[03:10.52] Now give it to 'em (Come on!)\n[03:11.74] Make money, make money, money, money\n[03:17.87] Take money, take money, money, money\n[03:22.32] Man, nobody talk a nigga like I'm in a wheelchair\n[03:24.72] You stay tryna walk a nigga, I'm from New York nigga\n[03:27.64] Pull out, bang 'em with the hawk nigga\n[03:30.52] Bom bom bom, outlined in chalk nigga\n[03:33.17] Stick a fork in a nigga, I'm in the gym jumpin' rope\n[03:35.72] Liftin' weights, spidey mags, speedbags, you can't cope\n[03:38.54] Every word that I've ever said, you hang on to it\n[03:40.74] And even though I said it, it wasn't truth, ya ain't gon' do it\n[03:43.38] 'Cause I, write in my books 'cause my books is what I say\n[03:46.45] And what I say is my life, 'cause the life took away\n[03:48.79] 'Cause the path has been dark for oh so long\n[03:51.74] Spit it from the heart from the start, it can't go wrong\n[03:54.19] We gon' get it! (What!?)\n[03:59.28] Give it to 'em! (Yeah!)\n[04:01.88] We gon' get it! (What!?)\n[04:04.49] Now give it to 'em (Come on!)\n[04:05.50] We gon' get it! (What!?)\n[04:09.74] Give it to 'em! (Yeah!)\n[04:12.87] We gon' get it! (What!?)\n[04:15.06] Now give it to 'em (Come on!)\n[04:16.56] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: King Kong\n  artist: Forever M.C.\n  album: Forever M.C.\n  duration_ms: 260728\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Make money, make money, money, money\n  start_ms: 2730\n  end_ms: 7880\n- text: Take money, take money, money, money\n  start_ms: 7880\n  end_ms: 13270\n- text: Make money, make money, money, money\n  start_ms: 13270\n  end_ms: 18350\n- text: Take money, take money, money, money\n  start_ms: 18350\n  end_ms: 21240\n- text: I'm King Kong, this my theme song\n  start_ms: 21240\n  end_ms: 24060\n- text: With Sky on the hook, we touch Kareems Soul\n  start_ms: 24060\n  end_ms: 26540\n- text: Your team's on, homie dream on\n  start_ms: 26540\n  end_ms: 29300\n- text: In the movie about pussies you play the lead role\n  start_ms: 29300\n  end_ms: 32260\n- text: Sensitive rapper, oh sensitive rappers\n  start_ms: 32260\n  end_ms: 34170\n- text: We meant to get active, we interact with killers and factors\n  start_ms: 34170\n  end_ms: 37110\n- text: We chillin' with trappers, we in the back with infamous jackers\n  start_ms: 37110\n  end_ms: 39480\n- text: And infinite clappers roast to the back\n  start_ms: 39480\n  end_ms: 41960\n- text: We get the shit crackin' exactly like that\n  start_ms: 41960\n  end_ms: 43210\n- text: The streets give me a hundred dollar credit\n  start_ms: 43210\n  end_ms: 44930\n- text: Keep it one hundred, nothin' sweet like a fuckin' diabetic\n  start_ms: 44930\n  end_ms: 47310\n- text: And Hip Hop ain't dead, but radio programmers should be\n  start_ms: 47310\n  end_ms: 50070\n- text: Fuck it, I just said it, nothing I regretted, unapologetic\n  start_ms: 50070\n  end_ms: 52890\n- text: This whole rap industry's like a survival quest\n  start_ms: 52890\n  end_ms: 56300\n- text: And the idiot sittin' behind the desk is your final test\n  start_ms: 56300\n  end_ms: 58590\n- text: First they'll censor you and then tax you like the IRS\n  start_ms: 58590\n  end_ms: 61330\n- text: Jerk me for my money, you better buy a vest\n  start_ms: 61330\n  end_ms: 63730\n- text: You better have a iron chest\n  start_ms: 63730\n  end_ms: 64880\n- text: It's like a couple of pervs with ear fetishes\n  start_ms: 64880\n  end_ms: 67560\n- text: Fuck what you've heard, you're ear-relevant\n  start_ms: 67560\n  end_ms: 69350\n- text: Whether jugglin' birds or hustlin' words\n  start_ms: 69350\n  end_ms: 71600\n- text: For mathematics, we 'bout action, that's numbers and verbs\n  start_ms: 71600\n  end_ms: 73990\n- text: Yeah\n  start_ms: 73990\n  end_ms: 76830\n- text: Oh! Oh! Oh!\n  start_ms: 76830\n  end_ms: 84390\n- text: Ah! We gon' get it! (What!?)\n  start_ms: 84390\n  end_ms: 88460\n- text: Give it to 'em! (Yeah!)\n  start_ms: 88460\n  end_ms: 92230\n- text: We gon' get it! (What!?)\n  start_ms: 92230\n  end_ms: 94920\n- text: Now give it to 'em (Come on!)\n  start_ms: 94920\n  end_ms: 97330\n- text: We gon' get it! (What!?)\n  start_ms: 97330\n  end_ms: 100290\n- text: Give it to 'em! (Yeah!)\n  start_ms: 100290\n  end_ms: 102170\n- text: We gon' get it! (What!?)\n  start_ms: 102170\n  end_ms: 104950\n- text: Now give it to 'em (Come on!)\n  start_ms: 104950\n  end_ms: 106740\n- text: Make money, make money, money, money\n  start_ms: 106740\n  end_ms: 114320\n- text: Take money, take money, money, money\n  start_ms: 114320\n  end_ms: 117260\n- text: I'm a legendary rapper, clap a TEC quick\n  start_ms: 117260\n  end_ms: 119300\n- text: Blastin' at your baby bassinet\n  start_ms: 119300\n  end_ms: 121180\n- text: Snap a neck, snatch a necklace\n  start_ms: 121180\n  end_ms: 122760\n- text: All I see is money, pussy, fame, power\n  start_ms: 122760\n  end_ms: 124990\n- text: Sixty minute flights through them rain showers\n  start_ms: 124990\n  end_ms: 126850\n- text: That's because the plane's ours\n  start_ms: 126850\n  end_ms: 128090\n- text: '''Bout to turn these money stacks to algebra'\n  start_ms: 128090\n  end_ms: 129820\n- text: And shotgun your passenger\n  start_ms: 129820\n  end_ms: 131550\n- text: You're about to take a dirt nap like Africa\n  start_ms: 131550\n  end_ms: 133070\n- text: And we the fuckin' money team, read it and weep\n  start_ms: 133070\n  end_ms: 135320\n- text: Ask me why I'm leavin' the D? I'm bob and weavin' the heat\n  start_ms: 135320\n  end_ms: 138360\n- text: Modesty is the least, why respect is just a catch 22\n  start_ms: 138360\n  end_ms: 141360\n- text: Give it to get it or expect it, just catch 22\n  start_ms: 141360\n  end_ms: 143740\n- text: They call me King Karma,\n  start_ms: 143740\n  end_ms: 145280\n- text: I've seen crowns layed down in extreme carnage\n  start_ms: 145280\n  end_ms: 147450\n- text: Put mean garmets between me and armor\n  start_ms: 147450\n  end_ms: 149290\n- text: And I ain't even rhymin' man, I'm just being honest man\n  start_ms: 149290\n  end_ms: 151930\n- text: I would have your body lyin' in your home\n  start_ms: 151930\n  end_ms: 154150\n- text: While your soul flyin' to the promise land\n  start_ms: 154150\n  end_ms: 156090\n- text: Bitches actin' like I gotta go home,\n  start_ms: 156090\n  end_ms: 158160\n- text: '''Cause I''m in they stomach like sonograms'\n  start_ms: 158160\n  end_ms: 160030\n- text: Oh! Oh! Oh!\n  start_ms: 160030\n  end_ms: 166030\n- text: Ah! We gon' get it! (What!?)\n  start_ms: 166030\n  end_ms: 174990\n- text: Give it to 'em! (Yeah!)\n  start_ms: 174990\n  end_ms: 177650\n- text: We gon' get it! (What!?)\n  start_ms: 177650\n  end_ms: 180150\n- text: Now give it to 'em (Come on!)\n  start_ms: 180150\n  end_ms: 181680\n- text: We gon' get it! (What!?)\n  start_ms: 181680\n  end_ms: 184820\n- text: Give it to 'em! (Yeah!)\n  start_ms: 184820\n  end_ms: 187320\n- text: We gon' get it! (What!?)\n  start_ms: 187320\n  end_ms: 190520\n- text: Now give it to 'em (Come on!)\n  start_ms: 190520\n  end_ms: 191740\n- text: Make money, make money, money, money\n  start_ms: 191740\n  end_ms: 197870\n- text: Take money, take money, money, money\n  start_ms: 197870\n  end_ms: 202320\n- text: Man, nobody talk a nigga like I'm in a wheelchair\n  start_ms: 202320\n  end_ms: 204720\n- text: You stay tryna walk a nigga, I'm from New York nigga\n  start_ms: 204720\n  end_ms: 207640\n- text: Pull out, bang 'em with the hawk nigga\n  start_ms: 207640\n  end_ms: 210520\n- text: Bom bom bom, outlined in chalk nigga\n  start_ms: 210520\n  end_ms: 213170\n- text: Stick a fork in a nigga, I'm in the gym jumpin' rope\n  start_ms: 213170\n  end_ms: 215720\n- text: Liftin' weights, spidey mags, speedbags, you can't cope\n  start_ms: 215720\n  end_ms: 218540\n- text: Every word that I've ever said, you hang on to it\n  start_ms: 218540\n  end_ms: 220740\n- text: And even though I said it, it wasn't truth, ya ain't gon' do it\n  start_ms: 220740\n  end_ms: 223380\n- text: '''Cause I, write in my books ''cause my books is what I say'\n  start_ms: 223380\n  end_ms: 226450\n- text: And what I say is my life, 'cause the life took away\n  start_ms: 226450\n  end_ms: 228790\n- text: '''Cause the path has been dark for oh so long'\n  start_ms: 228790\n  end_ms: 231740\n- text: Spit it from the heart from the start, it can't go wrong\n  start_ms: 231740\n  end_ms: 234190\n- text: We gon' get it! (What!?)\n  start_ms: 234190\n  end_ms: 239280\n- text: Give it to 'em! (Yeah!)\n  start_ms: 239280\n  end_ms: 241880\n- text: We gon' get it! (What!?)\n  start_ms: 241880\n  end_ms: 244490\n- text: Now give it to 'em (Come on!)\n  start_ms: 244490\n  end_ms: 245500\n- text: We gon' get it! (What!?)\n  start_ms: 245500\n  end_ms: 249740\n- text: Give it to 'em! (Yeah!)\n  start_ms: 249740\n  end_ms: 252870\n- text: We gon' get it! (What!?)\n  start_ms: 252870\n  end_ms: 255060\n- text: Now give it to 'em (Come on!)\n  start_ms: 255060\n  end_ms: 256560\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 256560\nplain: |-\n  Make money, make money, money, money\n  Take money, take money, money, money\n  Make money, make money, money, money\n  Take money, take money, money, money\n\n  I'm King Kong, this my theme song\n  With Sky on the hook, we touch Kareems Soul\n  Your team's on, homie dream on\n  In the movie about pussies you play the lead role\n  Sensitive rapper, oh sensitive rappers\n  We meant to get active, we interact with killers and factors\n  We chillin' with trappers, we in the back with infamous jackers\n  And infinite clappers roast to the back\n  We get the shit crackin' exactly like that\n  The streets give me a hundred dollar credit\n  Keep it one hundred, nothin' sweet like a fuckin' diabetic\n  And Hip Hop ain't dead, but radio programmers should be\n  Fuck it, I just said it, nothing I regretted, unapologetic\n  This whole rap industry's like a survival quest\n  And the idiot sittin' behind the desk is your final test\n  First they'll censor you and then tax you like the IRS\n  Jerk me for my money, you better buy a vest\n  You better have a iron chest\n  It's like a couple of pervs with ear fetishes\n  Fuck what you've heard, you're ear-relevant\n  Whether jugglin' birds or hustlin' words\n  For mathematics, we 'bout action, that's numbers and verbs\n  Yeah\n\n  Oh! Oh! Oh!\n\n  Ah! We gon' get it! (What!?)\n  Give it to 'em! (Yeah!)\n  We gon' get it! (What!?)\n  Now give it to 'em (Come on!)\n  We gon' get it! (What!?)\n  Give it to 'em! (Yeah!)\n  We gon' get it! (What!?)\n  Now give it to 'em (Come on!)\n\n  Make money, make money, money, money\n  Take money, take money, money, money\n\n  I'm a legendary rapper, clap a TEC quick\n  Blastin' at your baby bassinet\n  Snap a neck, snatch a necklace\n  All I see is money, pussy, fame, power\n  Sixty minute flights through them rain showers\n  That's because the plane's ours\n  'Bout to turn these money stacks to algebra\n  And shotgun your passenger\n  You're about to take a dirt nap like Africa\n  And we the fuckin' money team, read it and weep\n  Ask me why I'm leavin' the D? I'm bob and weavin' the heat\n  Modesty is the least, why respect is just a catch 22\n  Give it to get it or expect it, just catch 22\n  They call me King Karma,\n  I've seen crowns layed down in extreme carnage\n  Put mean garmets between me and armor\n  And I ain't even rhymin' man, I'm just being honest man\n  I would have your body lyin' in your home\n  While your soul flyin' to the promise land\n  Bitches actin' like I gotta go home,\n  'cause I'm in they stomach like sonograms\n\n  Oh! Oh! Oh!\n\n  Ah! We gon' get it! (What!?)\n  Give it to 'em! (Yeah!)\n  We gon' get it! (What!?)\n  Now give it to 'em (Come on!)\n  We gon' get it! (What!?)\n  Give it to 'em! (Yeah!)\n  We gon' get it! (What!?)\n  Now give it to 'em (Come on!)\n\n  Make money, make money, money, money\n  Take money, take money, money, money\n\n  Man, nobody talk a nigga like I'm in a wheelchair\n  You stay tryna walk a nigga, I'm from New York nigga\n  Pull out, bang 'em with the hawk nigga\n  Bom bom bom, outlined in chalk nigga\n  Stick a fork in a nigga, I'm in the gym jumpin' rope\n  Liftin' weights, spidey mags, speedbags, you can't cope\n  Every word that I've ever said, you hang on to it\n  And even though I said it, it wasn't truth, ya ain't gon' do it\n  'Cause I, write in my books 'cause my books is what I say\n  And what I say is my life, 'cause the life took away\n  'Cause the path has been dark for oh so long\n  Spit it from the heart from the start, it can't go wrong\n\n  We gon' get it! (What!?)\n  Give it to 'em! (Yeah!)\n  We gon' get it! (What!?)\n  Now give it to 'em (Come on!)\n  We gon' get it! (What!?)\n  Give it to 'em! (Yeah!)\n  We gon' get it! (What!?)\n  Now give it to 'em (Come on!)\n"},{"id":22064506,"name":"King Kong (feat. DMX, Royce Da 5'9\", KXNG Crooked & DJ Statik Selektah)","trackName":"King Kong (feat. DMX, Royce Da 5'9\", KXNG Crooked & DJ Statik Selektah)","artistName":"Forever M.C.","albumName":"Forever M.C.","duration":261.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Make money, make money, money, money\nTake money, take money, money, money\nMake money, make money, money, money\nTake money, take money, money, money\n\nI'm King Kong, this my theme song\nWith Sky on the hook, we touch Kareems Soul\nYour team's on, homie dream on\nIn the movie about pussies you play the lead role\nSensitive rapper, oh sensitive rappers\nWe meant to get active, we interact with killers and factors\nWe chillin' with trappers, we in the back with infamous jackers\nAnd infinite clappers roast to the back\nWe get the shit crackin' exactly like that\nThe streets give me a hundred dollar credit\nKeep it one hundred, nothin' sweet like a fuckin' diabetic\nAnd Hip Hop ain't dead, but radio programmers should be\nFuck it, I just said it, nothing I regretted, unapologetic\nThis whole rap industry's like a survival quest\nAnd the idiot sittin' behind the desk is your final test\nFirst they'll censor you and then tax you like the IRS\nJerk me for my money, you better buy a vest\nYou better have a iron chest\nIt's like a couple of pervs with ear fetishes\nFuck what you've heard, you're ear-relevant\nWhether jugglin' birds or hustlin' words\nFor mathematics, we 'bout action, that's numbers and verbs\nYeah\n\nOh! Oh! Oh!\n\nAh! We gon' get it! (What!?)\nGive it to 'em! (Yeah!)\nWe gon' get it! (What!?)\nNow give it to 'em (Come on!)\nWe gon' get it! (What!?)\nGive it to 'em! (Yeah!)\nWe gon' get it! (What!?)\nNow give it to 'em (Come on!)\n\nMake money, make money, money, money\nTake money, take money, money, money\n\nI'm a legendary rapper, clap a TEC quick\nBlastin' at your baby bassinet\nSnap a neck, snatch a necklace\nAll I see is money, pussy, fame, power\nSixty minute flights through them rain showers\nThat's because the plane's ours\n'Bout to turn these money stacks to algebra\nAnd shotgun your passenger\nYou're about to take a dirt nap like Africa\nAnd we the fuckin' money team, read it and weep\nAsk me why I'm leavin' the D? I'm bob and weavin' the heat\nModesty is the least, why respect is just a catch 22\nGive it to get it or expect it, just catch 22\nThey call me King Karma,\nI've seen crowns layed down in extreme carnage\nPut mean garmets between me and armor\nAnd I ain't even rhymin' man, I'm just being honest man\nI would have your body lyin' in your home\nWhile your soul flyin' to the promise land\nBitches actin' like I gotta go home,\n'cause I'm in they stomach like sonograms\n\nOh! Oh! Oh!\n\nAh! We gon' get it! (What!?)\nGive it to 'em! (Yeah!)\nWe gon' get it! (What!?)\nNow give it to 'em (Come on!)\nWe gon' get it! (What!?)\nGive it to 'em! (Yeah!)\nWe gon' get it! (What!?)\nNow give it to 'em (Come on!)\n\nMake money, make money, money, money\nTake money, take money, money, money\n\nMan, nobody talk a nigga like I'm in a wheelchair\nYou stay tryna walk a nigga, I'm from New York nigga\nPull out, bang 'em with the hawk nigga\nBom bom bom, outlined in chalk nigga\nStick a fork in a nigga, I'm in the gym jumpin' rope\nLiftin' weights, spidey mags, speedbags, you can't cope\nEvery word that I've ever said, you hang on to it\nAnd even though I said it, it wasn't truth, ya ain't gon' do it\n'Cause I, write in my books 'cause my books is what I say\nAnd what I say is my life, 'cause the life took away\n'Cause the path has been dark for oh so long\nSpit it from the heart from the start, it can't go wrong\n\nWe gon' get it! (What!?)\nGive it to 'em! (Yeah!)\nWe gon' get it! (What!?)\nNow give it to 'em (Come on!)\nWe gon' get it! (What!?)\nGive it to 'em! (Yeah!)\nWe gon' get it! (What!?)\nNow give it to 'em (Come on!)","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.73] Make money, make money, money, money\n[00:07.88] Take money, take money, money, money\n[00:13.27] Make money, make money, money, money\n[00:18.35] Take money, take money, money, money\n[00:21.24] I'm King Kong, this my theme song\n[00:24.06] With Sky on the hook, we touch Kareems Soul\n[00:26.54] Your team's on, homie dream on\n[00:29.30] In the movie about pussies you play the lead role\n[00:32.26] Sensitive rapper, oh sensitive rappers\n[00:34.17] We meant to get active, we interact with killers and factors\n[00:37.11] We chillin' with trappers, we in the back with infamous jackers\n[00:39.48] And infinite clappers roast to the back\n[00:41.96] We get the shit crackin' exactly like that\n[00:43.21] The streets give me a hundred dollar credit\n[00:44.93] Keep it one hundred, nothin' sweet like a fuckin' diabetic\n[00:47.31] And Hip Hop ain't dead, but radio programmers should be\n[00:50.07] Fuck it, I just said it, nothing I regretted, unapologetic\n[00:52.89] This whole rap industry's like a survival quest\n[00:56.30] And the idiot sittin' behind the desk is your final test\n[00:58.59] First they'll censor you and then tax you like the IRS\n[01:01.33] Jerk me for my money, you better buy a vest\n[01:03.73] You better have a iron chest\n[01:04.88] It's like a couple of pervs with ear fetishes\n[01:07.56] Fuck what you've heard, you're ear-relevant\n[01:09.35] Whether jugglin' birds or hustlin' words\n[01:11.60] For mathematics, we 'bout action, that's numbers and verbs\n[01:13.99] Yeah\n[01:16.83] Oh! Oh! Oh!\n[01:24.39] Ah! We gon' get it! (What!?)\n[01:28.46] Give it to 'em! (Yeah!)\n[01:32.23] We gon' get it! (What!?)\n[01:34.92] Now give it to 'em (Come on!)\n[01:37.33] We gon' get it! (What!?)\n[01:40.29] Give it to 'em! (Yeah!)\n[01:42.17] We gon' get it! (What!?)\n[01:44.95] Now give it to 'em (Come on!)\n[01:46.74] Make money, make money, money, money\n[01:54.32] Take money, take money, money, money\n[01:57.26] I'm a legendary rapper, clap a TEC quick\n[01:59.30] Blastin' at your baby bassinet\n[02:01.18] Snap a neck, snatch a necklace\n[02:02.76] All I see is money, pussy, fame, power\n[02:04.99] Sixty minute flights through them rain showers\n[02:06.85] That's because the plane's ours\n[02:08.09] 'Bout to turn these money stacks to algebra\n[02:09.82] And shotgun your passenger\n[02:11.55] You're about to take a dirt nap like Africa\n[02:13.07] And we the fuckin' money team, read it and weep\n[02:15.32] Ask me why I'm leavin' the D? I'm bob and weavin' the heat\n[02:18.36] Modesty is the least, why respect is just a catch 22\n[02:21.36] Give it to get it or expect it, just catch 22\n[02:23.74] They call me King Karma,\n[02:25.28] I've seen crowns layed down in extreme carnage\n[02:27.45] Put mean garmets between me and armor\n[02:29.29] And I ain't even rhymin' man, I'm just being honest man\n[02:31.93] I would have your body lyin' in your home\n[02:34.15] While your soul flyin' to the promise land\n[02:36.09] Bitches actin' like I gotta go home,\n[02:38.16] 'Cause I'm in they stomach like sonograms\n[02:40.03] Oh! Oh! Oh!\n[02:46.03] Ah! We gon' get it! (What!?)\n[02:54.99] Give it to 'em! (Yeah!)\n[02:57.65] We gon' get it! (What!?)\n[03:00.15] Now give it to 'em (Come on!)\n[03:01.68] We gon' get it! (What!?)\n[03:04.82] Give it to 'em! (Yeah!)\n[03:07.32] We gon' get it! (What!?)\n[03:10.52] Now give it to 'em (Come on!)\n[03:11.74] Make money, make money, money, money\n[03:17.87] Take money, take money, money, money\n[03:22.32] Man, nobody talk a nigga like I'm in a wheelchair\n[03:24.72] You stay tryna walk a nigga, I'm from New York nigga\n[03:27.64] Pull out, bang 'em with the hawk nigga\n[03:30.52] Bom bom bom, outlined in chalk nigga\n[03:33.17] Stick a fork in a nigga, I'm in the gym jumpin' rope\n[03:35.72] Liftin' weights, spidey mags, speedbags, you can't cope\n[03:38.54] Every word that I've ever said, you hang on to it\n[03:40.74] And even though I said it, it wasn't truth, ya ain't gon' do it\n[03:43.38] 'Cause I, write in my books 'cause my books is what I say\n[03:46.45] And what I say is my life, 'cause the life took away\n[03:48.79] 'Cause the path has been dark for oh so long\n[03:51.74] Spit it from the heart from the start, it can't go wrong\n[03:54.19] We gon' get it! (What!?)\n[03:59.28] Give it to 'em! (Yeah!)\n[04:01.88] We gon' get it! (What!?)\n[04:04.49] Now give it to 'em (Come on!)\n[04:05.50] We gon' get it! (What!?)\n[04:09.74] Give it to 'em! (Yeah!)\n[04:12.87] We gon' get it! (What!?)\n[04:15.06] Now give it to 'em (Come on!)\n[04:16.56] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: King Kong (feat. DMX, Royce Da 5'9\", KXNG Crooked & DJ Statik Selektah)\n  artist: Forever M.C.\n  album: Forever M.C.\n  duration_ms: 261000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Make money, make money, money, money\n  start_ms: 2730\n  end_ms: 7880\n- text: Take money, take money, money, money\n  start_ms: 7880\n  end_ms: 13270\n- text: Make money, make money, money, money\n  start_ms: 13270\n  end_ms: 18350\n- text: Take money, take money, money, money\n  start_ms: 18350\n  end_ms: 21240\n- text: I'm King Kong, this my theme song\n  start_ms: 21240\n  end_ms: 24060\n- text: With Sky on the hook, we touch Kareems Soul\n  start_ms: 24060\n  end_ms: 26540\n- text: Your team's on, homie dream on\n  start_ms: 26540\n  end_ms: 29300\n- text: In the movie about pussies you play the lead role\n  start_ms: 29300\n  end_ms: 32260\n- text: Sensitive rapper, oh sensitive rappers\n  start_ms: 32260\n  end_ms: 34170\n- text: We meant to get active, we interact with killers and factors\n  start_ms: 34170\n  end_ms: 37110\n- text: We chillin' with trappers, we in the back with infamous jackers\n  start_ms: 37110\n  end_ms: 39480\n- text: And infinite clappers roast to the back\n  start_ms: 39480\n  end_ms: 41960\n- text: We get the shit crackin' exactly like that\n  start_ms: 41960\n  end_ms: 43210\n- text: The streets give me a hundred dollar credit\n  start_ms: 43210\n  end_ms: 44930\n- text: Keep it one hundred, nothin' sweet like a fuckin' diabetic\n  start_ms: 44930\n  end_ms: 47310\n- text: And Hip Hop ain't dead, but radio programmers should be\n  start_ms: 47310\n  end_ms: 50070\n- text: Fuck it, I just said it, nothing I regretted, unapologetic\n  start_ms: 50070\n  end_ms: 52890\n- text: This whole rap industry's like a survival quest\n  start_ms: 52890\n  end_ms: 56300\n- text: And the idiot sittin' behind the desk is your final test\n  start_ms: 56300\n  end_ms: 58590\n- text: First they'll censor you and then tax you like the IRS\n  start_ms: 58590\n  end_ms: 61330\n- text: Jerk me for my money, you better buy a vest\n  start_ms: 61330\n  end_ms: 63730\n- text: You better have a iron chest\n  start_ms: 63730\n  end_ms: 64880\n- text: It's like a couple of pervs with ear fetishes\n  start_ms: 64880\n  end_ms: 67560\n- text: Fuck what you've heard, you're ear-relevant\n  start_ms: 67560\n  end_ms: 69350\n- text: Whether jugglin' birds or hustlin' words\n  start_ms: 69350\n  end_ms: 71600\n- text: For mathematics, we 'bout action, that's numbers and verbs\n  start_ms: 71600\n  end_ms: 73990\n- text: Yeah\n  start_ms: 73990\n  end_ms: 76830\n- text: Oh! Oh! Oh!\n  start_ms: 76830\n  end_ms: 84390\n- text: Ah! We gon' get it! (What!?)\n  start_ms: 84390\n  end_ms: 88460\n- text: Give it to 'em! (Yeah!)\n  start_ms: 88460\n  end_ms: 92230\n- text: We gon' get it! (What!?)\n  start_ms: 92230\n  end_ms: 94920\n- text: Now give it to 'em (Come on!)\n  start_ms: 94920\n  end_ms: 97330\n- text: We gon' get it! (What!?)\n  start_ms: 97330\n  end_ms: 100290\n- text: Give it to 'em! (Yeah!)\n  start_ms: 100290\n  end_ms: 102170\n- text: We gon' get it! (What!?)\n  start_ms: 102170\n  end_ms: 104950\n- text: Now give it to 'em (Come on!)\n  start_ms: 104950\n  end_ms: 106740\n- text: Make money, make money, money, money\n  start_ms: 106740\n  end_ms: 114320\n- text: Take money, take money, money, money\n  start_ms: 114320\n  end_ms: 117260\n- text: I'm a legendary rapper, clap a TEC quick\n  start_ms: 117260\n  end_ms: 119300\n- text: Blastin' at your baby bassinet\n  start_ms: 119300\n  end_ms: 121180\n- text: Snap a neck, snatch a necklace\n  start_ms: 121180\n  end_ms: 122760\n- text: All I see is money, pussy, fame, power\n  start_ms: 122760\n  end_ms: 124990\n- text: Sixty minute flights through them rain showers\n  start_ms: 124990\n  end_ms: 126850\n- text: That's because the plane's ours\n  start_ms: 126850\n  end_ms: 128090\n- text: '''Bout to turn these money stacks to algebra'\n  start_ms: 128090\n  end_ms: 129820\n- text: And shotgun your passenger\n  start_ms: 129820\n  end_ms: 131550\n- text: You're about to take a dirt nap like Africa\n  start_ms: 131550\n  end_ms: 133070\n- text: And we the fuckin' money team, read it and weep\n  start_ms: 133070\n  end_ms: 135320\n- text: Ask me why I'm leavin' the D? I'm bob and weavin' the heat\n  start_ms: 135320\n  end_ms: 138360\n- text: Modesty is the least, why respect is just a catch 22\n  start_ms: 138360\n  end_ms: 141360\n- text: Give it to get it or expect it, just catch 22\n  start_ms: 141360\n  end_ms: 143740\n- text: They call me King Karma,\n  start_ms: 143740\n  end_ms: 145280\n- text: I've seen crowns layed down in extreme carnage\n  start_ms: 145280\n  end_ms: 147450\n- text: Put mean garmets between me and armor\n  start_ms: 147450\n  end_ms: 149290\n- text: And I ain't even rhymin' man, I'm just being honest man\n  start_ms: 149290\n  end_ms: 151930\n- text: I would have your body lyin' in your home\n  start_ms: 151930\n  end_ms: 154150\n- text: While your soul flyin' to the promise land\n  start_ms: 154150\n  end_ms: 156090\n- text: Bitches actin' like I gotta go home,\n  start_ms: 156090\n  end_ms: 158160\n- text: '''Cause I''m in they stomach like sonograms'\n  start_ms: 158160\n  end_ms: 160030\n- text: Oh! Oh! Oh!\n  start_ms: 160030\n  end_ms: 166030\n- text: Ah! We gon' get it! (What!?)\n  start_ms: 166030\n  end_ms: 174990\n- text: Give it to 'em! (Yeah!)\n  start_ms: 174990\n  end_ms: 177650\n- text: We gon' get it! (What!?)\n  start_ms: 177650\n  end_ms: 180150\n- text: Now give it to 'em (Come on!)\n  start_ms: 180150\n  end_ms: 181680\n- text: We gon' get it! (What!?)\n  start_ms: 181680\n  end_ms: 184820\n- text: Give it to 'em! (Yeah!)\n  start_ms: 184820\n  end_ms: 187320\n- text: We gon' get it! (What!?)\n  start_ms: 187320\n  end_ms: 190520\n- text: Now give it to 'em (Come on!)\n  start_ms: 190520\n  end_ms: 191740\n- text: Make money, make money, money, money\n  start_ms: 191740\n  end_ms: 197870\n- text: Take money, take money, money, money\n  start_ms: 197870\n  end_ms: 202320\n- text: Man, nobody talk a nigga like I'm in a wheelchair\n  start_ms: 202320\n  end_ms: 204720\n- text: You stay tryna walk a nigga, I'm from New York nigga\n  start_ms: 204720\n  end_ms: 207640\n- text: Pull out, bang 'em with the hawk nigga\n  start_ms: 207640\n  end_ms: 210520\n- text: Bom bom bom, outlined in chalk nigga\n  start_ms: 210520\n  end_ms: 213170\n- text: Stick a fork in a nigga, I'm in the gym jumpin' rope\n  start_ms: 213170\n  end_ms: 215720\n- text: Liftin' weights, spidey mags, speedbags, you can't cope\n  start_ms: 215720\n  end_ms: 218540\n- text: Every word that I've ever said, you hang on to it\n  start_ms: 218540\n  end_ms: 220740\n- text: And even though I said it, it wasn't truth, ya ain't gon' do it\n  start_ms: 220740\n  end_ms: 223380\n- text: '''Cause I, write in my books ''cause my books is what I say'\n  start_ms: 223380\n  end_ms: 226450\n- text: And what I say is my life, 'cause the life took away\n  start_ms: 226450\n  end_ms: 228790\n- text: '''Cause the path has been dark for oh so long'\n  start_ms: 228790\n  end_ms: 231740\n- text: Spit it from the heart from the start, it can't go wrong\n  start_ms: 231740\n  end_ms: 234190\n- text: We gon' get it! (What!?)\n  start_ms: 234190\n  end_ms: 239280\n- text: Give it to 'em! (Yeah!)\n  start_ms: 239280\n  end_ms: 241880\n- text: We gon' get it! (What!?)\n  start_ms: 241880\n  end_ms: 244490\n- text: Now give it to 'em (Come on!)\n  start_ms: 244490\n  end_ms: 245500\n- text: We gon' get it! (What!?)\n  start_ms: 245500\n  end_ms: 249740\n- text: Give it to 'em! (Yeah!)\n  start_ms: 249740\n  end_ms: 252870\n- text: We gon' get it! (What!?)\n  start_ms: 252870\n  end_ms: 255060\n- text: Now give it to 'em (Come on!)\n  start_ms: 255060\n  end_ms: 256560\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 256560\nplain: |-\n  Make money, make money, money, money\n  Take money, take money, money, money\n  Make money, make money, money, money\n  Take money, take money, money, money\n\n  I'm King Kong, this my theme song\n  With Sky on the hook, we touch Kareems Soul\n  Your team's on, homie dream on\n  In the movie about pussies you play the lead role\n  Sensitive rapper, oh sensitive rappers\n  We meant to get active, we interact with killers and factors\n  We chillin' with trappers, we in the back with infamous jackers\n  And infinite clappers roast to the back\n  We get the shit crackin' exactly like that\n  The streets give me a hundred dollar credit\n  Keep it one hundred, nothin' sweet like a fuckin' diabetic\n  And Hip Hop ain't dead, but radio programmers should be\n  Fuck it, I just said it, nothing I regretted, unapologetic\n  This whole rap industry's like a survival quest\n  And the idiot sittin' behind the desk is your final test\n  First they'll censor you and then tax you like the IRS\n  Jerk me for my money, you better buy a vest\n  You better have a iron chest\n  It's like a couple of pervs with ear fetishes\n  Fuck what you've heard, you're ear-relevant\n  Whether jugglin' birds or hustlin' words\n  For mathematics, we 'bout action, that's numbers and verbs\n  Yeah\n\n  Oh! Oh! Oh!\n\n  Ah! We gon' get it! (What!?)\n  Give it to 'em! (Yeah!)\n  We gon' get it! (What!?)\n  Now give it to 'em (Come on!)\n  We gon' get it! (What!?)\n  Give it to 'em! (Yeah!)\n  We gon' get it! (What!?)\n  Now give it to 'em (Come on!)\n\n  Make money, make money, money, money\n  Take money, take money, money, money\n\n  I'm a legendary rapper, clap a TEC quick\n  Blastin' at your baby bassinet\n  Snap a neck, snatch a necklace\n  All I see is money, pussy, fame, power\n  Sixty minute flights through them rain showers\n  That's because the plane's ours\n  'Bout to turn these money stacks to algebra\n  And shotgun your passenger\n  You're about to take a dirt nap like Africa\n  And we the fuckin' money team, read it and weep\n  Ask me why I'm leavin' the D? I'm bob and weavin' the heat\n  Modesty is the least, why respect is just a catch 22\n  Give it to get it or expect it, just catch 22\n  They call me King Karma,\n  I've seen crowns layed down in extreme carnage\n  Put mean garmets between me and armor\n  And I ain't even rhymin' man, I'm just being honest man\n  I would have your body lyin' in your home\n  While your soul flyin' to the promise land\n  Bitches actin' like I gotta go home,\n  'cause I'm in they stomach like sonograms\n\n  Oh! Oh! Oh!\n\n  Ah! We gon' get it! (What!?)\n  Give it to 'em! (Yeah!)\n  We gon' get it! (What!?)\n  Now give it to 'em (Come on!)\n  We gon' get it! (What!?)\n  Give it to 'em! (Yeah!)\n  We gon' get it! (What!?)\n  Now give it to 'em (Come on!)\n\n  Make money, make money, money, money\n  Take money, take money, money, money\n\n  Man, nobody talk a nigga like I'm in a wheelchair\n  You stay tryna walk a nigga, I'm from New York nigga\n  Pull out, bang 'em with the hawk nigga\n  Bom bom bom, outlined in chalk nigga\n  Stick a fork in a nigga, I'm in the gym jumpin' rope\n  Liftin' weights, spidey mags, speedbags, you can't cope\n  Every word that I've ever said, you hang on to it\n  And even though I said it, it wasn't truth, ya ain't gon' do it\n  'Cause I, write in my books 'cause my books is what I say\n  And what I say is my life, 'cause the life took away\n  'Cause the path has been dark for oh so long\n  Spit it from the heart from the start, it can't go wrong\n\n  We gon' get it! (What!?)\n  Give it to 'em! (Yeah!)\n  We gon' get it! (What!?)\n  Now give it to 'em (Come on!)\n  We gon' get it! (What!?)\n  Give it to 'em! (Yeah!)\n  We gon' get it! (What!?)\n  Now give it to 'em (Come on!)\n"},{"id":12328048,"name":"King Kong (feat. DMX, Royce Da 5'9\", KXNG Crooked & DJ Statik Selektah)","trackName":"King Kong (feat. DMX, Royce Da 5'9\", KXNG Crooked & DJ Statik Selektah)","artistName":"Forever M.C., It's Different","albumName":"Forever M.C.","duration":260.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Make money, make money, money, money\nTake money, take money, money, money\nMake money, make money, money, money\nTake money, take money, money, money\n\nI'm King Kong, this my theme song\nWith Sky on the hook, we touch Kareems Soul\nYour team's on, homie dream on\nIn the movie about pussies you play the lead role\nSensitive rapper, oh sensitive rappers\nWe meant to get active, we interact with killers and factors\nWe chillin' with trappers, we in the back with infamous jackers\nAnd infinite clappers roast to the back\nWe get the shit crackin' exactly like that\nThe streets give me a hundred dollar credit\nKeep it one hundred, nothin' sweet like a fuckin' diabetic\nAnd Hip Hop ain't dead, but radio programmers should be\nFuck it, I just said it, nothing I regretted, unapologetic\nThis whole rap industry's like a survival quest\nAnd the idiot sittin' behind the desk is your final test\nFirst they'll censor you and then tax you like the IRS\nJerk me for my money, you better buy a vest\nYou better have a iron chest\nIt's like a couple of pervs with ear fetishes\nFuck what you've heard, you're ear-relevant\nWhether jugglin' birds or hustlin' words\nFor mathematics, we 'bout action, that's numbers and verbs\nYeah\n\nOh! Oh! Oh!\n\nAh! We gon' get it! (What!?)\nGive it to 'em! (Yeah!)\nWe gon' get it! (What!?)\nNow give it to 'em (Come on!)\nWe gon' get it! (What!?)\nGive it to 'em! (Yeah!)\nWe gon' get it! (What!?)\nNow give it to 'em (Come on!)\n\nMake money, make money, money, money\nTake money, take money, money, money\n\nI'm a legendary rapper, clap a TEC quick\nBlastin' at your baby bassinet\nSnap a neck, snatch a necklace\nAll I see is money, pussy, fame, power\nSixty minute flights through them rain showers\nThat's because the plane's ours\n'Bout to turn these money stacks to algebra\nAnd shotgun your passenger\nYou're about to take a dirt nap like Africa\nAnd we the fuckin' money team, read it and weep\nAsk me why I'm leavin' the D? I'm bob and weavin' the heat\nModesty is the least, why respect is just a catch 22\nGive it to get it or expect it, just catch 22\nThey call me King Karma,\nI've seen crowns layed down in extreme carnage\nPut mean garmets between me and armor\nAnd I ain't even rhymin' man, I'm just being honest man\nI would have your body lyin' in your home\nWhile your soul flyin' to the promise land\nBitches actin' like I gotta go home,\n'cause I'm in they stomach like sonograms\n\nOh! Oh! Oh!\n\nAh! We gon' get it! (What!?)\nGive it to 'em! (Yeah!)\nWe gon' get it! (What!?)\nNow give it to 'em (Come on!)\nWe gon' get it! (What!?)\nGive it to 'em! (Yeah!)\nWe gon' get it! (What!?)\nNow give it to 'em (Come on!)\n\nMake money, make money, money, money\nTake money, take money, money, money\n\nMan, nobody talk a nigga like I'm in a wheelchair\nYou stay tryna walk a nigga, I'm from New York nigga\nPull out, bang 'em with the hawk nigga\nBom bom bom, outlined in chalk nigga\nStick a fork in a nigga, I'm in the gym jumpin' rope\nLiftin' weights, spidey mags, speedbags, you can't cope\nEvery word that I've ever said, you hang on to it\nAnd even though I said it, it wasn't truth, ya ain't gon' do it\n'Cause I, write in my books 'cause my books is what I say\nAnd what I say is my life, 'cause the life took away\n'Cause the path has been dark for oh so long\nSpit it from the heart from the start, it can't go wrong\n\nWe gon' get it! (What!?)\nGive it to 'em! (Yeah!)\nWe gon' get it! (What!?)\nNow give it to 'em (Come on!)\nWe gon' get it! (What!?)\nGive it to 'em! (Yeah!)\nWe gon' get it! (What!?)\nNow give it to 'em (Come on!)","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.73] Make money, make money, money, money\n[00:07.88] Take money, take money, money, money\n[00:13.27] Make money, make money, money, money\n[00:18.35] Take money, take money, money, money\n[00:21.24] I'm King Kong, this my theme song\n[00:24.06] With Sky on the hook, we touch Kareems Soul\n[00:26.54] Your team's on, homie dream on\n[00:29.30] In the movie about pussies you play the lead role\n[00:32.26] Sensitive rapper, oh sensitive rappers\n[00:34.17] We meant to get active, we interact with killers and factors\n[00:37.11] We chillin' with trappers, we in the back with infamous jackers\n[00:39.48] And infinite clappers roast to the back\n[00:41.96] We get the shit crackin' exactly like that\n[00:43.21] The streets give me a hundred dollar credit\n[00:44.93] Keep it one hundred, nothin' sweet like a fuckin' diabetic\n[00:47.31] And Hip Hop ain't dead, but radio programmers should be\n[00:50.07] Fuck it, I just said it, nothing I regretted, unapologetic\n[00:52.89] This whole rap industry's like a survival quest\n[00:56.30] And the idiot sittin' behind the desk is your final test\n[00:58.59] First they'll censor you and then tax you like the IRS\n[01:01.33] Jerk me for my money, you better buy a vest\n[01:03.73] You better have a iron chest\n[01:04.88] It's like a couple of pervs with ear fetishes\n[01:07.56] Fuck what you've heard, you're ear-relevant\n[01:09.35] Whether jugglin' birds or hustlin' words\n[01:11.60] For mathematics, we 'bout action, that's numbers and verbs\n[01:13.99] Yeah\n[01:16.83] Oh! Oh! Oh!\n[01:24.39] Ah! We gon' get it! (What!?)\n[01:28.46] Give it to 'em! (Yeah!)\n[01:32.23] We gon' get it! (What!?)\n[01:34.92] Now give it to 'em (Come on!)\n[01:37.33] We gon' get it! (What!?)\n[01:40.29] Give it to 'em! (Yeah!)\n[01:42.17] We gon' get it! (What!?)\n[01:44.95] Now give it to 'em (Come on!)\n[01:46.74] Make money, make money, money, money\n[01:54.32] Take money, take money, money, money\n[01:57.26] I'm a legendary rapper, clap a TEC quick\n[01:59.30] Blastin' at your baby bassinet\n[02:01.18] Snap a neck, snatch a necklace\n[02:02.76] All I see is money, pussy, fame, power\n[02:04.99] Sixty minute flights through them rain showers\n[02:06.85] That's because the plane's ours\n[02:08.09] 'Bout to turn these money stacks to algebra\n[02:09.82] And shotgun your passenger\n[02:11.55] You're about to take a dirt nap like Africa\n[02:13.07] And we the fuckin' money team, read it and weep\n[02:15.32] Ask me why I'm leavin' the D? I'm bob and weavin' the heat\n[02:18.36] Modesty is the least, why respect is just a catch 22\n[02:21.36] Give it to get it or expect it, just catch 22\n[02:23.74] They call me King Karma,\n[02:25.28] I've seen crowns layed down in extreme carnage\n[02:27.45] Put mean garmets between me and armor\n[02:29.29] And I ain't even rhymin' man, I'm just being honest man\n[02:31.93] I would have your body lyin' in your home\n[02:34.15] While your soul flyin' to the promise land\n[02:36.09] Bitches actin' like I gotta go home,\n[02:38.16] 'Cause I'm in they stomach like sonograms\n[02:40.03] Oh! Oh! Oh!\n[02:46.03] Ah! We gon' get it! (What!?)\n[02:54.99] Give it to 'em! (Yeah!)\n[02:57.65] We gon' get it! (What!?)\n[03:00.15] Now give it to 'em (Come on!)\n[03:01.68] We gon' get it! (What!?)\n[03:04.82] Give it to 'em! (Yeah!)\n[03:07.32] We gon' get it! (What!?)\n[03:10.52] Now give it to 'em (Come on!)\n[03:11.74] Make money, make money, money, money\n[03:17.87] Take money, take money, money, money\n[03:22.32] Man, nobody talk a nigga like I'm in a wheelchair\n[03:24.72] You stay tryna walk a nigga, I'm from New York nigga\n[03:27.64] Pull out, bang 'em with the hawk nigga\n[03:30.52] Bom bom bom, outlined in chalk nigga\n[03:33.17] Stick a fork in a nigga, I'm in the gym jumpin' rope\n[03:35.72] Liftin' weights, spidey mags, speedbags, you can't cope\n[03:38.54] Every word that I've ever said, you hang on to it\n[03:40.74] And even though I said it, it wasn't truth, ya ain't gon' do it\n[03:43.38] 'Cause I, write in my books 'cause my books is what I say\n[03:46.45] And what I say is my life, 'cause the life took away\n[03:48.79] 'Cause the path has been dark for oh so long\n[03:51.74] Spit it from the heart from the start, it can't go wrong\n[03:54.19] We gon' get it! (What!?)\n[03:59.28] Give it to 'em! (Yeah!)\n[04:01.88] We gon' get it! (What!?)\n[04:04.49] Now give it to 'em (Come on!)\n[04:05.50] We gon' get it! (What!?)\n[04:09.74] Give it to 'em! (Yeah!)\n[04:12.87] We gon' get it! (What!?)\n[04:15.06] Now give it to 'em (Come on!)\n[04:16.56] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: King Kong (feat. DMX, Royce Da 5'9\", KXNG Crooked & DJ Statik Selektah)\n  artist: Forever M.C., It's Different\n  album: Forever M.C.\n  duration_ms: 260000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Make money, make money, money, money\n  start_ms: 2730\n  end_ms: 7880\n- text: Take money, take money, money, money\n  start_ms: 7880\n  end_ms: 13270\n- text: Make money, make money, money, money\n  start_ms: 13270\n  end_ms: 18350\n- text: Take money, take money, money, money\n  start_ms: 18350\n  end_ms: 21240\n- text: I'm King Kong, this my theme song\n  start_ms: 21240\n  end_ms: 24060\n- text: With Sky on the hook, we touch Kareems Soul\n  start_ms: 24060\n  end_ms: 26540\n- text: Your team's on, homie dream on\n  start_ms: 26540\n  end_ms: 29300\n- text: In the movie about pussies you play the lead role\n  start_ms: 29300\n  end_ms: 32260\n- text: Sensitive rapper, oh sensitive rappers\n  start_ms: 32260\n  end_ms: 34170\n- text: We meant to get active, we interact with killers and factors\n  start_ms: 34170\n  end_ms: 37110\n- text: We chillin' with trappers, we in the back with infamous jackers\n  start_ms: 37110\n  end_ms: 39480\n- text: And infinite clappers roast to the back\n  start_ms: 39480\n  end_ms: 41960\n- text: We get the shit crackin' exactly like that\n  start_ms: 41960\n  end_ms: 43210\n- text: The streets give me a hundred dollar credit\n  start_ms: 43210\n  end_ms: 44930\n- text: Keep it one hundred, nothin' sweet like a fuckin' diabetic\n  start_ms: 44930\n  end_ms: 47310\n- text: And Hip Hop ain't dead, but radio programmers should be\n  start_ms: 47310\n  end_ms: 50070\n- text: Fuck it, I just said it, nothing I regretted, unapologetic\n  start_ms: 50070\n  end_ms: 52890\n- text: This whole rap industry's like a survival quest\n  start_ms: 52890\n  end_ms: 56300\n- text: And the idiot sittin' behind the desk is your final test\n  start_ms: 56300\n  end_ms: 58590\n- text: First they'll censor you and then tax you like the IRS\n  start_ms: 58590\n  end_ms: 61330\n- text: Jerk me for my money, you better buy a vest\n  start_ms: 61330\n  end_ms: 63730\n- text: You better have a iron chest\n  start_ms: 63730\n  end_ms: 64880\n- text: It's like a couple of pervs with ear fetishes\n  start_ms: 64880\n  end_ms: 67560\n- text: Fuck what you've heard, you're ear-relevant\n  start_ms: 67560\n  end_ms: 69350\n- text: Whether jugglin' birds or hustlin' words\n  start_ms: 69350\n  end_ms: 71600\n- text: For mathematics, we 'bout action, that's numbers and verbs\n  start_ms: 71600\n  end_ms: 73990\n- text: Yeah\n  start_ms: 73990\n  end_ms: 76830\n- text: Oh! Oh! Oh!\n  start_ms: 76830\n  end_ms: 84390\n- text: Ah! We gon' get it! (What!?)\n  start_ms: 84390\n  end_ms: 88460\n- text: Give it to 'em! (Yeah!)\n  start_ms: 88460\n  end_ms: 92230\n- text: We gon' get it! (What!?)\n  start_ms: 92230\n  end_ms: 94920\n- text: Now give it to 'em (Come on!)\n  start_ms: 94920\n  end_ms: 97330\n- text: We gon' get it! (What!?)\n  start_ms: 97330\n  end_ms: 100290\n- text: Give it to 'em! (Yeah!)\n  start_ms: 100290\n  end_ms: 102170\n- text: We gon' get it! (What!?)\n  start_ms: 102170\n  end_ms: 104950\n- text: Now give it to 'em (Come on!)\n  start_ms: 104950\n  end_ms: 106740\n- text: Make money, make money, money, money\n  start_ms: 106740\n  end_ms: 114320\n- text: Take money, take money, money, money\n  start_ms: 114320\n  end_ms: 117260\n- text: I'm a legendary rapper, clap a TEC quick\n  start_ms: 117260\n  end_ms: 119300\n- text: Blastin' at your baby bassinet\n  start_ms: 119300\n  end_ms: 121180\n- text: Snap a neck, snatch a necklace\n  start_ms: 121180\n  end_ms: 122760\n- text: All I see is money, pussy, fame, power\n  start_ms: 122760\n  end_ms: 124990\n- text: Sixty minute flights through them rain showers\n  start_ms: 124990\n  end_ms: 126850\n- text: That's because the plane's ours\n  start_ms: 126850\n  end_ms: 128090\n- text: '''Bout to turn these money stacks to algebra'\n  start_ms: 128090\n  end_ms: 129820\n- text: And shotgun your passenger\n  start_ms: 129820\n  end_ms: 131550\n- text: You're about to take a dirt nap like Africa\n  start_ms: 131550\n  end_ms: 133070\n- text: And we the fuckin' money team, read it and weep\n  start_ms: 133070\n  end_ms: 135320\n- text: Ask me why I'm leavin' the D? I'm bob and weavin' the heat\n  start_ms: 135320\n  end_ms: 138360\n- text: Modesty is the least, why respect is just a catch 22\n  start_ms: 138360\n  end_ms: 141360\n- text: Give it to get it or expect it, just catch 22\n  start_ms: 141360\n  end_ms: 143740\n- text: They call me King Karma,\n  start_ms: 143740\n  end_ms: 145280\n- text: I've seen crowns layed down in extreme carnage\n  start_ms: 145280\n  end_ms: 147450\n- text: Put mean garmets between me and armor\n  start_ms: 147450\n  end_ms: 149290\n- text: And I ain't even rhymin' man, I'm just being honest man\n  start_ms: 149290\n  end_ms: 151930\n- text: I would have your body lyin' in your home\n  start_ms: 151930\n  end_ms: 154150\n- text: While your soul flyin' to the promise land\n  start_ms: 154150\n  end_ms: 156090\n- text: Bitches actin' like I gotta go home,\n  start_ms: 156090\n  end_ms: 158160\n- text: '''Cause I''m in they stomach like sonograms'\n  start_ms: 158160\n  end_ms: 160030\n- text: Oh! Oh! Oh!\n  start_ms: 160030\n  end_ms: 166030\n- text: Ah! We gon' get it! (What!?)\n  start_ms: 166030\n  end_ms: 174990\n- text: Give it to 'em! (Yeah!)\n  start_ms: 174990\n  end_ms: 177650\n- text: We gon' get it! (What!?)\n  start_ms: 177650\n  end_ms: 180150\n- text: Now give it to 'em (Come on!)\n  start_ms: 180150\n  end_ms: 181680\n- text: We gon' get it! (What!?)\n  start_ms: 181680\n  end_ms: 184820\n- text: Give it to 'em! (Yeah!)\n  start_ms: 184820\n  end_ms: 187320\n- text: We gon' get it! (What!?)\n  start_ms: 187320\n  end_ms: 190520\n- text: Now give it to 'em (Come on!)\n  start_ms: 190520\n  end_ms: 191740\n- text: Make money, make money, money, money\n  start_ms: 191740\n  end_ms: 197870\n- text: Take money, take money, money, money\n  start_ms: 197870\n  end_ms: 202320\n- text: Man, nobody talk a nigga like I'm in a wheelchair\n  start_ms: 202320\n  end_ms: 204720\n- text: You stay tryna walk a nigga, I'm from New York nigga\n  start_ms: 204720\n  end_ms: 207640\n- text: Pull out, bang 'em with the hawk nigga\n  start_ms: 207640\n  end_ms: 210520\n- text: Bom bom bom, outlined in chalk nigga\n  start_ms: 210520\n  end_ms: 213170\n- text: Stick a fork in a nigga, I'm in the gym jumpin' rope\n  start_ms: 213170\n  end_ms: 215720\n- text: Liftin' weights, spidey mags, speedbags, you can't cope\n  start_ms: 215720\n  end_ms: 218540\n- text: Every word that I've ever said, you hang on to it\n  start_ms: 218540\n  end_ms: 220740\n- text: And even though I said it, it wasn't truth, ya ain't gon' do it\n  start_ms: 220740\n  end_ms: 223380\n- text: '''Cause I, write in my books ''cause my books is what I say'\n  start_ms: 223380\n  end_ms: 226450\n- text: And what I say is my life, 'cause the life took away\n  start_ms: 226450\n  end_ms: 228790\n- text: '''Cause the path has been dark for oh so long'\n  start_ms: 228790\n  end_ms: 231740\n- text: Spit it from the heart from the start, it can't go wrong\n  start_ms: 231740\n  end_ms: 234190\n- text: We gon' get it! (What!?)\n  start_ms: 234190\n  end_ms: 239280\n- text: Give it to 'em! (Yeah!)\n  start_ms: 239280\n  end_ms: 241880\n- text: We gon' get it! (What!?)\n  start_ms: 241880\n  end_ms: 244490\n- text: Now give it to 'em (Come on!)\n  start_ms: 244490\n  end_ms: 245500\n- text: We gon' get it! (What!?)\n  start_ms: 245500\n  end_ms: 249740\n- text: Give it to 'em! (Yeah!)\n  start_ms: 249740\n  end_ms: 252870\n- text: We gon' get it! (What!?)\n  start_ms: 252870\n  end_ms: 255060\n- text: Now give it to 'em (Come on!)\n  start_ms: 255060\n  end_ms: 256560\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 256560\nplain: |-\n  Make money, make money, money, money\n  Take money, take money, money, money\n  Make money, make money, money, money\n  Take money, take money, money, money\n\n  I'm King Kong, this my theme song\n  With Sky on the hook, we touch Kareems Soul\n  Your team's on, homie dream on\n  In the movie about pussies you play the lead role\n  Sensitive rapper, oh sensitive rappers\n  We meant to get active, we interact with killers and factors\n  We chillin' with trappers, we in the back with infamous jackers\n  And infinite clappers roast to the back\n  We get the shit crackin' exactly like that\n  The streets give me a hundred dollar credit\n  Keep it one hundred, nothin' sweet like a fuckin' diabetic\n  And Hip Hop ain't dead, but radio programmers should be\n  Fuck it, I just said it, nothing I regretted, unapologetic\n  This whole rap industry's like a survival quest\n  And the idiot sittin' behind the desk is your final test\n  First they'll censor you and then tax you like the IRS\n  Jerk me for my money, you better buy a vest\n  You better have a iron chest\n  It's like a couple of pervs with ear fetishes\n  Fuck what you've heard, you're ear-relevant\n  Whether jugglin' birds or hustlin' words\n  For mathematics, we 'bout action, that's numbers and verbs\n  Yeah\n\n  Oh! Oh! Oh!\n\n  Ah! We gon' get it! (What!?)\n  Give it to 'em! (Yeah!)\n  We gon' get it! (What!?)\n  Now give it to 'em (Come on!)\n  We gon' get it! (What!?)\n  Give it to 'em! (Yeah!)\n  We gon' get it! (What!?)\n  Now give it to 'em (Come on!)\n\n  Make money, make money, money, money\n  Take money, take money, money, money\n\n  I'm a legendary rapper, clap a TEC quick\n  Blastin' at your baby bassinet\n  Snap a neck, snatch a necklace\n  All I see is money, pussy, fame, power\n  Sixty minute flights through them rain showers\n  That's because the plane's ours\n  'Bout to turn these money stacks to algebra\n  And shotgun your passenger\n  You're about to take a dirt nap like Africa\n  And we the fuckin' money team, read it and weep\n  Ask me why I'm leavin' the D? I'm bob and weavin' the heat\n  Modesty is the least, why respect is just a catch 22\n  Give it to get it or expect it, just catch 22\n  They call me King Karma,\n  I've seen crowns layed down in extreme carnage\n  Put mean garmets between me and armor\n  And I ain't even rhymin' man, I'm just being honest man\n  I would have your body lyin' in your home\n  While your soul flyin' to the promise land\n  Bitches actin' like I gotta go home,\n  'cause I'm in they stomach like sonograms\n\n  Oh! Oh! Oh!\n\n  Ah! We gon' get it! (What!?)\n  Give it to 'em! (Yeah!)\n  We gon' get it! (What!?)\n  Now give it to 'em (Come on!)\n  We gon' get it! (What!?)\n  Give it to 'em! (Yeah!)\n  We gon' get it! (What!?)\n  Now give it to 'em (Come on!)\n\n  Make money, make money, money, money\n  Take money, take money, money, money\n\n  Man, nobody talk a nigga like I'm in a wheelchair\n  You stay tryna walk a nigga, I'm from New York nigga\n  Pull out, bang 'em with the hawk nigga\n  Bom bom bom, outlined in chalk nigga\n  Stick a fork in a nigga, I'm in the gym jumpin' rope\n  Liftin' weights, spidey mags, speedbags, you can't cope\n  Every word that I've ever said, you hang on to it\n  And even though I said it, it wasn't truth, ya ain't gon' do it\n  'Cause I, write in my books 'cause my books is what I say\n  And what I say is my life, 'cause the life took away\n  'Cause the path has been dark for oh so long\n  Spit it from the heart from the start, it can't go wrong\n\n  We gon' get it! (What!?)\n  Give it to 'em! (Yeah!)\n  We gon' get it! (What!?)\n  Now give it to 'em (Come on!)\n  We gon' get it! (What!?)\n  Give it to 'em! (Yeah!)\n  We gon' get it! (What!?)\n  Now give it to 'em (Come on!)\n"},{"id":12437163,"name":"King Kong (feat. DMX, Royce Da 5'9\", KXNG Crooked & DJ Statik Selektah)","trackName":"King Kong (feat. DMX, Royce Da 5'9\", KXNG Crooked & DJ Statik Selektah)","artistName":"Forever M.C.","albumName":"King Kong (feat. DMX, Royce Da 5'9\", KXNG Crooked & DJ Statik Selektah)","duration":260.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Make money, make money, money, money\nTake money, take money, money, money\nMake money, make money, money, money\nTake money, take money, money, money\n\nI'm King Kong, this my theme song\nWith Sky on the hook, we touch Kareems Soul\nYour team's on, homie dream on\nIn the movie about pussies you play the lead role\nSensitive rapper, oh sensitive rappers\nWe meant to get active, we interact with killers and factors\nWe chillin' with trappers, we in the back with infamous jackers\nAnd infinite clappers roast to the back\nWe get the shit crackin' exactly like that\nThe streets give me a hundred dollar credit\nKeep it one hundred, nothin' sweet like a fuckin' diabetic\nAnd Hip Hop ain't dead, but radio programmers should be\nFuck it, I just said it, nothing I regretted, unapologetic\nThis whole rap industry's like a survival quest\nAnd the idiot sittin' behind the desk is your final test\nFirst they'll censor you and then tax you like the IRS\nJerk me for my money, you better buy a vest\nYou better have a iron chest\nIt's like a couple of pervs with ear fetishes\nFuck what you've heard, you're ear-relevant\nWhether jugglin' birds or hustlin' words\nFor mathematics, we 'bout action, that's numbers and verbs\nYeah\n\nOh! Oh! Oh!\n\nAh! We gon' get it! (What!?)\nGive it to 'em! (Yeah!)\nWe gon' get it! (What!?)\nNow give it to 'em (Come on!)\nWe gon' get it! (What!?)\nGive it to 'em! (Yeah!)\nWe gon' get it! (What!?)\nNow give it to 'em (Come on!)\n\nMake money, make money, money, money\nTake money, take money, money, money\n\nI'm a legendary rapper, clap a TEC quick\nBlastin' at your baby bassinet\nSnap a neck, snatch a necklace\nAll I see is money, pussy, fame, power\nSixty minute flights through them rain showers\nThat's because the plane's ours\n'Bout to turn these money stacks to algebra\nAnd shotgun your passenger\nYou're about to take a dirt nap like Africa\nAnd we the fuckin' money team, read it and weep\nAsk me why I'm leavin' the D? I'm bob and weavin' the heat\nModesty is the least, why respect is just a catch 22\nGive it to get it or expect it, just catch 22\nThey call me King Karma,\nI've seen crowns layed down in extreme carnage\nPut mean garmets between me and armor\nAnd I ain't even rhymin' man, I'm just being honest man\nI would have your body lyin' in your home\nWhile your soul flyin' to the promise land\nBitches actin' like I gotta go home,\n'cause I'm in they stomach like sonograms\n\nOh! Oh! Oh!\n\nAh! We gon' get it! (What!?)\nGive it to 'em! (Yeah!)\nWe gon' get it! (What!?)\nNow give it to 'em (Come on!)\nWe gon' get it! (What!?)\nGive it to 'em! (Yeah!)\nWe gon' get it! (What!?)\nNow give it to 'em (Come on!)\n\nMake money, make money, money, money\nTake money, take money, money, money\n\nMan, nobody talk a nigga like I'm in a wheelchair\nYou stay tryna walk a nigga, I'm from New York nigga\nPull out, bang 'em with the hawk nigga\nBom bom bom, outlined in chalk nigga\nStick a fork in a nigga, I'm in the gym jumpin' rope\nLiftin' weights, spidey mags, speedbags, you can't cope\nEvery word that I've ever said, you hang on to it\nAnd even though I said it, it wasn't truth, ya ain't gon' do it\n'Cause I, write in my books 'cause my books is what I say\nAnd what I say is my life, 'cause the life took away\n'Cause the path has been dark for oh so long\nSpit it from the heart from the start, it can't go wrong\n\nWe gon' get it! (What!?)\nGive it to 'em! (Yeah!)\nWe gon' get it! (What!?)\nNow give it to 'em (Come on!)\nWe gon' get it! (What!?)\nGive it to 'em! (Yeah!)\nWe gon' get it! (What!?)\nNow give it to 'em (Come on!)","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.73] Make money, make money, money, money\n[00:07.88] Take money, take money, money, money\n[00:13.27] Make money, make money, money, money\n[00:18.35] Take money, take money, money, money\n[00:21.24] I'm King Kong, this my theme song\n[00:24.06] With Sky on the hook, we touch Kareems Soul\n[00:26.54] Your team's on, homie dream on\n[00:29.30] In the movie about pussies you play the lead role\n[00:32.26] Sensitive rapper, oh sensitive rappers\n[00:34.17] We meant to get active, we interact with killers and factors\n[00:37.11] We chillin' with trappers, we in the back with infamous jackers\n[00:39.48] And infinite clappers roast to the back\n[00:41.96] We get the shit crackin' exactly like that\n[00:43.21] The streets give me a hundred dollar credit\n[00:44.93] Keep it one hundred, nothin' sweet like a fuckin' diabetic\n[00:47.31] And Hip Hop ain't dead, but radio programmers should be\n[00:50.07] Fuck it, I just said it, nothing I regretted, unapologetic\n[00:52.89] This whole rap industry's like a survival quest\n[00:56.30] And the idiot sittin' behind the desk is your final test\n[00:58.59] First they'll censor you and then tax you like the IRS\n[01:01.33] Jerk me for my money, you better buy a vest\n[01:03.73] You better have a iron chest\n[01:04.88] It's like a couple of pervs with ear fetishes\n[01:07.56] Fuck what you've heard, you're ear-relevant\n[01:09.35] Whether jugglin' birds or hustlin' words\n[01:11.60] For mathematics, we 'bout action, that's numbers and verbs\n[01:13.99] Yeah\n[01:16.83] Oh! Oh! Oh!\n[01:24.39] Ah! We gon' get it! (What!?)\n[01:28.46] Give it to 'em! (Yeah!)\n[01:32.23] We gon' get it! (What!?)\n[01:34.92] Now give it to 'em (Come on!)\n[01:37.33] We gon' get it! (What!?)\n[01:40.29] Give it to 'em! (Yeah!)\n[01:42.17] We gon' get it! (What!?)\n[01:44.95] Now give it to 'em (Come on!)\n[01:46.74] Make money, make money, money, money\n[01:54.32] Take money, take money, money, money\n[01:57.26] I'm a legendary rapper, clap a TEC quick\n[01:59.30] Blastin' at your baby bassinet\n[02:01.18] Snap a neck, snatch a necklace\n[02:02.76] All I see is money, pussy, fame, power\n[02:04.99] Sixty minute flights through them rain showers\n[02:06.85] That's because the plane's ours\n[02:08.09] 'Bout to turn these money stacks to algebra\n[02:09.82] And shotgun your passenger\n[02:11.55] You're about to take a dirt nap like Africa\n[02:13.07] And we the fuckin' money team, read it and weep\n[02:15.32] Ask me why I'm leavin' the D? I'm bob and weavin' the heat\n[02:18.36] Modesty is the least, why respect is just a catch 22\n[02:21.36] Give it to get it or expect it, just catch 22\n[02:23.74] They call me King Karma,\n[02:25.28] I've seen crowns layed down in extreme carnage\n[02:27.45] Put mean garmets between me and armor\n[02:29.29] And I ain't even rhymin' man, I'm just being honest man\n[02:31.93] I would have your body lyin' in your home\n[02:34.15] While your soul flyin' to the promise land\n[02:36.09] Bitches actin' like I gotta go home,\n[02:38.16] 'Cause I'm in they stomach like sonograms\n[02:40.03] Oh! Oh! Oh!\n[02:46.03] Ah! We gon' get it! (What!?)\n[02:54.99] Give it to 'em! (Yeah!)\n[02:57.65] We gon' get it! (What!?)\n[03:00.15] Now give it to 'em (Come on!)\n[03:01.68] We gon' get it! (What!?)\n[03:04.82] Give it to 'em! (Yeah!)\n[03:07.32] We gon' get it! (What!?)\n[03:10.52] Now give it to 'em (Come on!)\n[03:11.74] Make money, make money, money, money\n[03:17.87] Take money, take money, money, money\n[03:22.32] Man, nobody talk a nigga like I'm in a wheelchair\n[03:24.72] You stay tryna walk a nigga, I'm from New York nigga\n[03:27.64] Pull out, bang 'em with the hawk nigga\n[03:30.52] Bom bom bom, outlined in chalk nigga\n[03:33.17] Stick a fork in a nigga, I'm in the gym jumpin' rope\n[03:35.72] Liftin' weights, spidey mags, speedbags, you can't cope\n[03:38.54] Every word that I've ever said, you hang on to it\n[03:40.74] And even though I said it, it wasn't truth, ya ain't gon' do it\n[03:43.38] 'Cause I, write in my books 'cause my books is what I say\n[03:46.45] And what I say is my life, 'cause the life took away\n[03:48.79] 'Cause the path has been dark for oh so long\n[03:51.74] Spit it from the heart from the start, it can't go wrong\n[03:54.19] We gon' get it! (What!?)\n[03:59.28] Give it to 'em! (Yeah!)\n[04:01.88] We gon' get it! (What!?)\n[04:04.49] Now give it to 'em (Come on!)\n[04:05.50] We gon' get it! (What!?)\n[04:09.74] Give it to 'em! (Yeah!)\n[04:12.87] We gon' get it! (What!?)\n[04:15.06] Now give it to 'em (Come on!)\n[04:16.56] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: King Kong (feat. DMX, Royce Da 5'9\", KXNG Crooked & DJ Statik Selektah)\n  artist: Forever M.C.\n  album: King Kong (feat. DMX, Royce Da 5'9\", KXNG Crooked & DJ Statik Selektah)\n  duration_ms: 260000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Make money, make money, money, money\n  start_ms: 2730\n  end_ms: 7880\n- text: Take money, take money, money, money\n  start_ms: 7880\n  end_ms: 13270\n- text: Make money, make money, money, money\n  start_ms: 13270\n  end_ms: 18350\n- text: Take money, take money, money, money\n  start_ms: 18350\n  end_ms: 21240\n- text: I'm King Kong, this my theme song\n  start_ms: 21240\n  end_ms: 24060\n- text: With Sky on the hook, we touch Kareems Soul\n  start_ms: 24060\n  end_ms: 26540\n- text: Your team's on, homie dream on\n  start_ms: 26540\n  end_ms: 29300\n- text: In the movie about pussies you play the lead role\n  start_ms: 29300\n  end_ms: 32260\n- text: Sensitive rapper, oh sensitive rappers\n  start_ms: 32260\n  end_ms: 34170\n- text: We meant to get active, we interact with killers and factors\n  start_ms: 34170\n  end_ms: 37110\n- text: We chillin' with trappers, we in the back with infamous jackers\n  start_ms: 37110\n  end_ms: 39480\n- text: And infinite clappers roast to the back\n  start_ms: 39480\n  end_ms: 41960\n- text: We get the shit crackin' exactly like that\n  start_ms: 41960\n  end_ms: 43210\n- text: The streets give me a hundred dollar credit\n  start_ms: 43210\n  end_ms: 44930\n- text: Keep it one hundred, nothin' sweet like a fuckin' diabetic\n  start_ms: 44930\n  end_ms: 47310\n- text: And Hip Hop ain't dead, but radio programmers should be\n  start_ms: 47310\n  end_ms: 50070\n- text: Fuck it, I just said it, nothing I regretted, unapologetic\n  start_ms: 50070\n  end_ms: 52890\n- text: This whole rap industry's like a survival quest\n  start_ms: 52890\n  end_ms: 56300\n- text: And the idiot sittin' behind the desk is your final test\n  start_ms: 56300\n  end_ms: 58590\n- text: First they'll censor you and then tax you like the IRS\n  start_ms: 58590\n  end_ms: 61330\n- text: Jerk me for my money, you better buy a vest\n  start_ms: 61330\n  end_ms: 63730\n- text: You better have a iron chest\n  start_ms: 63730\n  end_ms: 64880\n- text: It's like a couple of pervs with ear fetishes\n  start_ms: 64880\n  end_ms: 67560\n- text: Fuck what you've heard, you're ear-relevant\n  start_ms: 67560\n  end_ms: 69350\n- text: Whether jugglin' birds or hustlin' words\n  start_ms: 69350\n  end_ms: 71600\n- text: For mathematics, we 'bout action, that's numbers and verbs\n  start_ms: 71600\n  end_ms: 73990\n- text: Yeah\n  start_ms: 73990\n  end_ms: 76830\n- text: Oh! Oh! Oh!\n  start_ms: 76830\n  end_ms: 84390\n- text: Ah! We gon' get it! (What!?)\n  start_ms: 84390\n  end_ms: 88460\n- text: Give it to 'em! (Yeah!)\n  start_ms: 88460\n  end_ms: 92230\n- text: We gon' get it! (What!?)\n  start_ms: 92230\n  end_ms: 94920\n- text: Now give it to 'em (Come on!)\n  start_ms: 94920\n  end_ms: 97330\n- text: We gon' get it! (What!?)\n  start_ms: 97330\n  end_ms: 100290\n- text: Give it to 'em! (Yeah!)\n  start_ms: 100290\n  end_ms: 102170\n- text: We gon' get it! (What!?)\n  start_ms: 102170\n  end_ms: 104950\n- text: Now give it to 'em (Come on!)\n  start_ms: 104950\n  end_ms: 106740\n- text: Make money, make money, money, money\n  start_ms: 106740\n  end_ms: 114320\n- text: Take money, take money, money, money\n  start_ms: 114320\n  end_ms: 117260\n- text: I'm a legendary rapper, clap a TEC quick\n  start_ms: 117260\n  end_ms: 119300\n- text: Blastin' at your baby bassinet\n  start_ms: 119300\n  end_ms: 121180\n- text: Snap a neck, snatch a necklace\n  start_ms: 121180\n  end_ms: 122760\n- text: All I see is money, pussy, fame, power\n  start_ms: 122760\n  end_ms: 124990\n- text: Sixty minute flights through them rain showers\n  start_ms: 124990\n  end_ms: 126850\n- text: That's because the plane's ours\n  start_ms: 126850\n  end_ms: 128090\n- text: '''Bout to turn these money stacks to algebra'\n  start_ms: 128090\n  end_ms: 129820\n- text: And shotgun your passenger\n  start_ms: 129820\n  end_ms: 131550\n- text: You're about to take a dirt nap like Africa\n  start_ms: 131550\n  end_ms: 133070\n- text: And we the fuckin' money team, read it and weep\n  start_ms: 133070\n  end_ms: 135320\n- text: Ask me why I'm leavin' the D? I'm bob and weavin' the heat\n  start_ms: 135320\n  end_ms: 138360\n- text: Modesty is the least, why respect is just a catch 22\n  start_ms: 138360\n  end_ms: 141360\n- text: Give it to get it or expect it, just catch 22\n  start_ms: 141360\n  end_ms: 143740\n- text: They call me King Karma,\n  start_ms: 143740\n  end_ms: 145280\n- text: I've seen crowns layed down in extreme carnage\n  start_ms: 145280\n  end_ms: 147450\n- text: Put mean garmets between me and armor\n  start_ms: 147450\n  end_ms: 149290\n- text: And I ain't even rhymin' man, I'm just being honest man\n  start_ms: 149290\n  end_ms: 151930\n- text: I would have your body lyin' in your home\n  start_ms: 151930\n  end_ms: 154150\n- text: While your soul flyin' to the promise land\n  start_ms: 154150\n  end_ms: 156090\n- text: Bitches actin' like I gotta go home,\n  start_ms: 156090\n  end_ms: 158160\n- text: '''Cause I''m in they stomach like sonograms'\n  start_ms: 158160\n  end_ms: 160030\n- text: Oh! Oh! Oh!\n  start_ms: 160030\n  end_ms: 166030\n- text: Ah! We gon' get it! (What!?)\n  start_ms: 166030\n  end_ms: 174990\n- text: Give it to 'em! (Yeah!)\n  start_ms: 174990\n  end_ms: 177650\n- text: We gon' get it! (What!?)\n  start_ms: 177650\n  end_ms: 180150\n- text: Now give it to 'em (Come on!)\n  start_ms: 180150\n  end_ms: 181680\n- text: We gon' get it! (What!?)\n  start_ms: 181680\n  end_ms: 184820\n- text: Give it to 'em! (Yeah!)\n  start_ms: 184820\n  end_ms: 187320\n- text: We gon' get it! (What!?)\n  start_ms: 187320\n  end_ms: 190520\n- text: Now give it to 'em (Come on!)\n  start_ms: 190520\n  end_ms: 191740\n- text: Make money, make money, money, money\n  start_ms: 191740\n  end_ms: 197870\n- text: Take money, take money, money, money\n  start_ms: 197870\n  end_ms: 202320\n- text: Man, nobody talk a nigga like I'm in a wheelchair\n  start_ms: 202320\n  end_ms: 204720\n- text: You stay tryna walk a nigga, I'm from New York nigga\n  start_ms: 204720\n  end_ms: 207640\n- text: Pull out, bang 'em with the hawk nigga\n  start_ms: 207640\n  end_ms: 210520\n- text: Bom bom bom, outlined in chalk nigga\n  start_ms: 210520\n  end_ms: 213170\n- text: Stick a fork in a nigga, I'm in the gym jumpin' rope\n  start_ms: 213170\n  end_ms: 215720\n- text: Liftin' weights, spidey mags, speedbags, you can't cope\n  start_ms: 215720\n  end_ms: 218540\n- text: Every word that I've ever said, you hang on to it\n  start_ms: 218540\n  end_ms: 220740\n- text: And even though I said it, it wasn't truth, ya ain't gon' do it\n  start_ms: 220740\n  end_ms: 223380\n- text: '''Cause I, write in my books ''cause my books is what I say'\n  start_ms: 223380\n  end_ms: 226450\n- text: And what I say is my life, 'cause the life took away\n  start_ms: 226450\n  end_ms: 228790\n- text: '''Cause the path has been dark for oh so long'\n  start_ms: 228790\n  end_ms: 231740\n- text: Spit it from the heart from the start, it can't go wrong\n  start_ms: 231740\n  end_ms: 234190\n- text: We gon' get it! (What!?)\n  start_ms: 234190\n  end_ms: 239280\n- text: Give it to 'em! (Yeah!)\n  start_ms: 239280\n  end_ms: 241880\n- text: We gon' get it! (What!?)\n  start_ms: 241880\n  end_ms: 244490\n- text: Now give it to 'em (Come on!)\n  start_ms: 244490\n  end_ms: 245500\n- text: We gon' get it! (What!?)\n  start_ms: 245500\n  end_ms: 249740\n- text: Give it to 'em! (Yeah!)\n  start_ms: 249740\n  end_ms: 252870\n- text: We gon' get it! (What!?)\n  start_ms: 252870\n  end_ms: 255060\n- text: Now give it to 'em (Come on!)\n  start_ms: 255060\n  end_ms: 256560\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 256560\nplain: |-\n  Make money, make money, money, money\n  Take money, take money, money, money\n  Make money, make money, money, money\n  Take money, take money, money, money\n\n  I'm King Kong, this my theme song\n  With Sky on the hook, we touch Kareems Soul\n  Your team's on, homie dream on\n  In the movie about pussies you play the lead role\n  Sensitive rapper, oh sensitive rappers\n  We meant to get active, we interact with killers and factors\n  We chillin' with trappers, we in the back with infamous jackers\n  And infinite clappers roast to the back\n  We get the shit crackin' exactly like that\n  The streets give me a hundred dollar credit\n  Keep it one hundred, nothin' sweet like a fuckin' diabetic\n  And Hip Hop ain't dead, but radio programmers should be\n  Fuck it, I just said it, nothing I regretted, unapologetic\n  This whole rap industry's like a survival quest\n  And the idiot sittin' behind the desk is your final test\n  First they'll censor you and then tax you like the IRS\n  Jerk me for my money, you better buy a vest\n  You better have a iron chest\n  It's like a couple of pervs with ear fetishes\n  Fuck what you've heard, you're ear-relevant\n  Whether jugglin' birds or hustlin' words\n  For mathematics, we 'bout action, that's numbers and verbs\n  Yeah\n\n  Oh! Oh! Oh!\n\n  Ah! We gon' get it! (What!?)\n  Give it to 'em! (Yeah!)\n  We gon' get it! (What!?)\n  Now give it to 'em (Come on!)\n  We gon' get it! (What!?)\n  Give it to 'em! (Yeah!)\n  We gon' get it! (What!?)\n  Now give it to 'em (Come on!)\n\n  Make money, make money, money, money\n  Take money, take money, money, money\n\n  I'm a legendary rapper, clap a TEC quick\n  Blastin' at your baby bassinet\n  Snap a neck, snatch a necklace\n  All I see is money, pussy, fame, power\n  Sixty minute flights through them rain showers\n  That's because the plane's ours\n  'Bout to turn these money stacks to algebra\n  And shotgun your passenger\n  You're about to take a dirt nap like Africa\n  And we the fuckin' money team, read it and weep\n  Ask me why I'm leavin' the D? I'm bob and weavin' the heat\n  Modesty is the least, why respect is just a catch 22\n  Give it to get it or expect it, just catch 22\n  They call me King Karma,\n  I've seen crowns layed down in extreme carnage\n  Put mean garmets between me and armor\n  And I ain't even rhymin' man, I'm just being honest man\n  I would have your body lyin' in your home\n  While your soul flyin' to the promise land\n  Bitches actin' like I gotta go home,\n  'cause I'm in they stomach like sonograms\n\n  Oh! Oh! Oh!\n\n  Ah! We gon' get it! (What!?)\n  Give it to 'em! (Yeah!)\n  We gon' get it! (What!?)\n  Now give it to 'em (Come on!)\n  We gon' get it! (What!?)\n  Give it to 'em! (Yeah!)\n  We gon' get it! (What!?)\n  Now give it to 'em (Come on!)\n\n  Make money, make money, money, money\n  Take money, take money, money, money\n\n  Man, nobody talk a nigga like I'm in a wheelchair\n  You stay tryna walk a nigga, I'm from New York nigga\n  Pull out, bang 'em with the hawk nigga\n  Bom bom bom, outlined in chalk nigga\n  Stick a fork in a nigga, I'm in the gym jumpin' rope\n  Liftin' weights, spidey mags, speedbags, you can't cope\n  Every word that I've ever said, you hang on to it\n  And even though I said it, it wasn't truth, ya ain't gon' do it\n  'Cause I, write in my books 'cause my books is what I say\n  And what I say is my life, 'cause the life took away\n  'Cause the path has been dark for oh so long\n  Spit it from the heart from the start, it can't go wrong\n\n  We gon' get it! (What!?)\n  Give it to 'em! (Yeah!)\n  We gon' get it! (What!?)\n  Now give it to 'em (Come on!)\n  We gon' get it! (What!?)\n  Give it to 'em! (Yeah!)\n  We gon' get it! (What!?)\n  Now give it to 'em (Come on!)\n"}]