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(La the Dark, Sun large)\nGZA, Ras Kass, yeah (what's up, Wu-Universal)\nLegendary...\n\nNow it's the real beginning of the pages of Shams\nSpit that heat rock, that make fiends make vapors of grams\nSham's is the greatest fan, rock big cables of sands\nValleys and trunks, I got the mack ten\nWe can hit the alley with iron and thumper\nTake it to the hands like the brand new Leonard\nNiggaz goin' no mas, when the bullets go in him\nYou dealing with a night stick toker\nThe ice pick poker, trust, you ain't like this joker\nAnd the set, devoted to opening your neck\nWith the tech, as you sit in a Lex'\nYour next move, is slipping, your last move is shitting\nAs your body gets soft, the shotty went off\nLittle soldiers, you're out of position\nGuns go off, Shams is a greatest fan\nA rhyming gallop reporter, columns are lost\nWhite five, black five, with dollars to toss\nTwisted by the dark side of the force\nBlack biscuit, by park side in a Porsche\nYou're off sides in the fort\nWe are survivors of the war of good and evil\nI'm in the hood, in the hood with a desert eagle\nWith my Brooklyn peoples, now feel it...\n\nDarkman, my persona's like Tony Montana\nHow we used to sniff coke, how I puff marijuana\nTry, play me today, I'm a kill you manana\nFrom, far with the K, or up close with the llama\nI'm like an African king in a castle in Guana\nChest dripping with jewels, one hell of a rhymer\nStudy lessons in Athena, building with an old timer\nSo I, always been wise ever since a young minor\nGet CREAM by any means, follow Malcolm X theme\nSo I'm often posted, in a rumor with that thing\nGot a limited support from the Sing Sing regime\nI'm Hannibal Smith and they like the A-Team\nKeep my head on the swivel, when I serve a dope fiend\nUpgraded, to a digital, from a triple beam\nFucking with me, you better be real as you can be\nLa Trapacanti, a well known rhyme general\n\nWho say Ras Kass don't spit fire, he a liar\nThat's like your favorite rap star claiming he gon' retire\nWhen you mention me, not about penitentiary\nWins and rhyme skills, both twenty second century\nAhead of my time, school niggaz like Timbuktu\nCause I'm original, like rap feeling the jewel\nGalosh is by B.U.F.U., By us fuck you,\nTry us, fuck you, you die, y'all got gats, but him buck too, nigga\nSip the Grey Goose, and conned it, they know the room service\nIn Hotel Rwanda, reminder to honor these street scholars\nWho ask why U.S. Defense is twenty percent of the tax dollar\nBush gave 6.46 billion to Halle Burton\nFor troops support efforts in Iraq\nMeanwhile, the hood is hurting, please believe that\nThe rape over, Chaney talking, 25 dollars for a case of soda\nDraining tax payers, eighty five thousand dollar oil filters\nBut won't pay they soldiers, Halle Burton workers make\nFourteen thousand dollars a month, privates earn thirteen g's a year\nPlease who 25 extra, taking fire in combat\nRecruit all the niggaz, that die from where I'm at\n18 years old, talking 'Kill, where Saddam at? 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(six times I'll)\nRest in peace O.D.B. 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jireubalpeo\n Nae hyeongjedeulgwaui noryeok baero neukkil teya ipsinyangmyeong\n I'M ON\n 1SET\n Ip datgo deureora i ttae\n I FlOWui bunwigin lIKE gyeongrye\n (WOAH) gyeongrye (WOAH) gyeongrye (WOAH)\n 1SET\n Moduda jeulgyeora i ttae\n Igosui bunwigin LIKE yeoldae\n (HOT) yeoldae (HOT) yeoldae (HOT)\n"},{"id":1975920,"name":"Verses","trackName":"Verses","artistName":"La the Darkman, Scaramanga Shallah, Ras Kass & GZA/Genius","albumName":"Think Differently Music: Wu-Tang Meets the Indie Culture","duration":274.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah (yeah) yeah (Sham's nine times ultra)\nWu-Tang (herbs two times great, you heard of me)\nNigga, L.A.D. 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(La the Dark, Sun large)\nGZA, Ras Kass, yeah (what's up, Wu-Universal)\nLegendary...\n\nNow it's the real beginning of the pages of Shams\nSpit that heat rock, that make fiends make vapors of grams\nSham's is the greatest fan, rock big cables of sands\nValleys and trunks, I got the mack ten\nWe can hit the alley with iron and thumper\nTake it to the hands like the brand new Leonard\nNiggaz goin' no mas, when the bullets go in him\nYou dealing with a night stick toker\nThe ice pick poker, trust, you ain't like this joker\nAnd the set, devoted to opening your neck\nWith the tech, as you sit in a Lex'\nYour next move, is slipping, your last move is shitting\nAs your body gets soft, the shotty went off\nLittle soldiers, you're out of position\nGuns go off, Shams is a greatest fan\nA rhyming gallop reporter, columns are lost\nWhite five, black five, with dollars to toss\nTwisted by the dark side of the force\nBlack biscuit, by park side in a Porsche\nYou're off sides in the fort\nWe are survivors of the war of good and evil\nI'm in the hood, in the hood with a desert eagle\nWith my Brooklyn peoples, now feel it...\n\nDarkman, my persona's like Tony Montana\nHow we used to sniff coke, how I puff marijuana\nTry, play me today, I'm a kill you manana\nFrom, far with the K, or up close with the llama\nI'm like an African king in a castle in Guana\nChest dripping with jewels, one hell of a rhymer\nStudy lessons in Athena, building with an old timer\nSo I, always been wise ever since a young minor\nGet CREAM by any means, follow Malcolm X theme\nSo I'm often posted, in a rumor with that thing\nGot a limited support from the Sing Sing regime\nI'm Hannibal Smith and they like the A-Team\nKeep my head on the swivel, when I serve a dope fiend\nUpgraded, to a digital, from a triple beam\nFucking with me, you better be real as you can be\nLa Trapacanti, a well known rhyme general\n\nWho say Ras Kass don't spit fire, he a liar\nThat's like your favorite rap star claiming he gon' retire\nWhen you mention me, not about penitentiary\nWins and rhyme skills, both twenty second century\nAhead of my time, school niggaz like Timbuktu\nCause I'm original, like rap feeling the jewel\nGalosh is by B.U.F.U., By us fuck you,\nTry us, fuck you, you die, y'all got gats, but him buck too, nigga\nSip the Grey Goose, and conned it, they know the room service\nIn Hotel Rwanda, reminder to honor these street scholars\nWho ask why U.S. Defense is twenty percent of the tax dollar\nBush gave 6.46 billion to Halle Burton\nFor troops support efforts in Iraq\nMeanwhile, the hood is hurting, please believe that\nThe rape over, Chaney talking, 25 dollars for a case of soda\nDraining tax payers, eighty five thousand dollar oil filters\nBut won't pay they soldiers, Halle Burton workers make\nFourteen thousand dollars a month, privates earn thirteen g's a year\nPlease who 25 extra, taking fire in combat\nRecruit all the niggaz, that die from where I'm at\n18 years old, talking 'Kill, where Saddam at? '\nBut can't have a gat, to protect where my moms at\nI love to crunk, so what, plus I'm gangsta enough\nTo piss in pimping cans, pimp cup, rack again and pump it up\nHow bitches still get fucked, niggaz just want a forty and a blunt\n\nYo, these youngsters they grow up on the block\nWith the product in they socks, and the fully loaded glocks\nToo many die in vein, and it's a crying shame\nThe murders and the hustles, won't stop as they shoot for the top\nAcquiring apparel, through growth and development\nOn they most dangerous missions, excuses were irrelevant\nThe brutality of war, never changes\nAnd the out of control desire to win, makes it dangerous\nFire engulfed the set, they feel the threat, greater than\nWhat they ever had, experienced yet\nIndictments, sparked excitement, and the thrill to kill\nSuddenly they felt the need for a challenge in they field\nThe great boundaries of both man and machine\nCan have one at the point, to murder all in between\nYellow tape scene, dead teen, the mob was his idol\nGiving a grim new meaning to the neighborhood's title, what's up?","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Verses\n artist: La the Darkman, Scaramanga Shallah, Ras Kass & GZA/Genius\n album: 'Think Differently Music: Wu-Tang Meets the Indie Culture'\n duration_ms: 274000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Yeah (yeah) yeah (Sham's nine times ultra)\n Wu-Tang (herbs two times great, you heard of me)\n Nigga, L.A.D. 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'\n But can't have a gat, to protect where my moms at\n I love to crunk, so what, plus I'm gangsta enough\n To piss in pimping cans, pimp cup, rack again and pump it up\n How bitches still get fucked, niggaz just want a forty and a blunt\n\n Yo, these youngsters they grow up on the block\n With the product in they socks, and the fully loaded glocks\n Too many die in vein, and it's a crying shame\n The murders and the hustles, won't stop as they shoot for the top\n Acquiring apparel, through growth and development\n On they most dangerous missions, excuses were irrelevant\n The brutality of war, never changes\n And the out of control desire to win, makes it dangerous\n Fire engulfed the set, they feel the threat, greater than\n What they ever had, experienced yet\n Indictments, sparked excitement, and the thrill to kill\n Suddenly they felt the need for a challenge in they field\n The great boundaries of both man and machine\n Can have one at the point, to murder all in between\n Yellow 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(six times I'll)\nRest in peace O.D.B. (La the Dark, Sun large)\nGZA, Ras Kass, yeah (what's up, Wu-Universal)\nLegendary...\n\nNow it's the real beginning of the pages of Shams\nSpit that heat rock, that make fiends make vapors of grams\nSham's is the greatest fan, rock big cables of sands\nValleys and trunks, I got the mack ten\nWe can hit the alley with iron and thumper\nTake it to the hands like the brand new Leonard\nNiggaz goin' no mas, when the bullets go in him\nYou dealing with a night stick toker\nThe ice pick poker, trust, you ain't like this joker\nAnd the set, devoted to opening your neck\nWith the tech, as you sit in a Lex'\nYour next move, is slipping, your last move is shitting\nAs your body gets soft, the shotty went off\nLittle soldiers, you're out of position\nGuns go off, Shams is a greatest fan\nA rhyming gallop reporter, columns are lost\nWhite five, black five, with dollars to toss\nTwisted by the dark side of the force\nBlack biscuit, by park side in a Porsche\nYou're off sides in the fort\nWe are survivors of the war of good and evil\nI'm in the hood, in the hood with a desert eagle\nWith my Brooklyn peoples, now feel it...\n\nDarkman, my persona's like Tony Montana\nHow we used to sniff coke, how I puff marijuana\nTry, play me today, I'm a kill you manana\nFrom, far with the K, or up close with the llama\nI'm like an African king in a castle in Guana\nChest dripping with jewels, one hell of a rhymer\nStudy lessons in Athena, building with an old timer\nSo I, always been wise ever since a young minor\nGet CREAM by any means, follow Malcolm X theme\nSo I'm often posted, in a rumor with that thing\nGot a limited support from the Sing Sing regime\nI'm Hannibal Smith and they like the A-Team\nKeep my head on the swivel, when I serve a dope fiend\nUpgraded, to a digital, from a triple beam\nFucking with me, you better be real as you can be\nLa Trapacanti, a well known rhyme general\n\nWho say Ras Kass don't spit fire, he a liar\nThat's like your favorite rap star claiming he gon' retire\nWhen you mention me, not about penitentiary\nWins and rhyme skills, both twenty second century\nAhead of my time, school niggaz like Timbuktu\nCause I'm original, like rap feeling the jewel\nGalosh is by B.U.F.U., By us fuck you,\nTry us, fuck you, you die, y'all got gats, but him buck too, nigga\nSip the Grey Goose, and conned it, they know the room service\nIn Hotel Rwanda, reminder to honor these street scholars\nWho ask why U.S. Defense is twenty percent of the tax dollar\nBush gave 6.46 billion to Halle Burton\nFor troops support efforts in Iraq\nMeanwhile, the hood is hurting, please believe that\nThe rape over, Chaney talking, 25 dollars for a case of soda\nDraining tax payers, eighty five thousand dollar oil filters\nBut won't pay they soldiers, Halle Burton workers make\nFourteen thousand dollars a month, privates earn thirteen g's a year\nPlease who 25 extra, taking fire in combat\nRecruit all the niggaz, that die from where I'm at\n18 years old, talking 'Kill, where Saddam at? '\nBut can't have a gat, to protect where my moms at\nI love to crunk, so what, plus I'm gangsta enough\nTo piss in pimping cans, pimp cup, rack again and pump it up\nHow bitches still get fucked, niggaz just want a forty and a blunt\n\nYo, these youngsters they grow up on the block\nWith the product in they socks, and the fully loaded glocks\nToo many die in vein, and it's a crying shame\nThe murders and the hustles, won't stop as they shoot for the top\nAcquiring apparel, through growth and development\nOn they most dangerous missions, excuses were irrelevant\nThe brutality of war, never changes\nAnd the out of control desire to win, makes it dangerous\nFire engulfed the set, they feel the threat, greater than\nWhat they ever had, experienced yet\nIndictments, sparked excitement, and the thrill to kill\nSuddenly they felt the need for a challenge in they field\nThe great boundaries of both man and machine\nCan have one at the point, to murder all in between\nYellow tape scene, dead teen, the mob was his idol\nGiving a grim new meaning to the neighborhood's title, what's up?","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.19] Yeah (yeah) yeah (Sham's nine times ultra)\n[00:06.12] Wu-Tang (herbs two times great, you heard of me)\n[00:08.38] Nigga, L.A.D. 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(six times I'll)\n Rest in peace O.D.B. (La the Dark, Sun large)\n GZA, Ras Kass, yeah (what's up, Wu-Universal)\n Legendary...\n\n Now it's the real beginning of the pages of Shams\n Spit that heat rock, that make fiends make vapors of grams\n Sham's is the greatest fan, rock big cables of sands\n Valleys and trunks, I got the mack ten\n We can hit the alley with iron and thumper\n Take it to the hands like the brand new Leonard\n Niggaz goin' no mas, when the bullets go in him\n You dealing with a night stick toker\n The ice pick poker, trust, you ain't like this joker\n And the set, devoted to opening your neck\n With the tech, as you sit in a Lex'\n Your next move, is slipping, your last move is shitting\n As your body gets soft, the shotty went off\n Little soldiers, you're out of position\n Guns go off, Shams is a greatest fan\n A rhyming gallop reporter, columns are lost\n White five, black five, with dollars to toss\n Twisted by the dark side of the force\n Black biscuit, by park side in a Porsche\n You're off sides in the fort\n We are survivors of the war of good and evil\n I'm in the hood, in the hood with a desert eagle\n With my Brooklyn peoples, now feel it...\n\n Darkman, my persona's like Tony Montana\n How we used to sniff coke, how I puff marijuana\n Try, play me today, I'm a kill you manana\n From, far with the K, or up close with the llama\n I'm like an African king in a castle in Guana\n Chest dripping with jewels, one hell of a rhymer\n Study lessons in Athena, building with an old timer\n So I, always been wise ever since a young minor\n Get CREAM by any means, follow Malcolm X theme\n So I'm often posted, in a rumor with that thing\n Got a limited support from the Sing Sing regime\n I'm Hannibal Smith and they like the A-Team\n Keep my head on the swivel, when I serve a dope fiend\n Upgraded, to a digital, from a triple beam\n Fucking with me, you better be real as you can be\n La Trapacanti, a well known rhyme general\n\n Who say Ras Kass don't spit fire, he a liar\n That's like your favorite rap star claiming he gon' retire\n When you mention me, not about penitentiary\n Wins and rhyme skills, both twenty second century\n Ahead of my time, school niggaz like Timbuktu\n Cause I'm original, like rap feeling the jewel\n Galosh is by B.U.F.U., By us fuck you,\n Try us, fuck you, you die, y'all got gats, but him buck too, nigga\n Sip the Grey Goose, and conned it, they know the room service\n In Hotel Rwanda, reminder to honor these street scholars\n Who ask why U.S. Defense is twenty percent of the tax dollar\n Bush gave 6.46 billion to Halle Burton\n For troops support efforts in Iraq\n Meanwhile, the hood is hurting, please believe that\n The rape over, Chaney talking, 25 dollars for a case of soda\n Draining tax payers, eighty five thousand dollar oil filters\n But won't pay they soldiers, Halle Burton workers make\n Fourteen thousand dollars a month, privates earn thirteen g's a year\n Please who 25 extra, taking fire in combat\n Recruit all the niggaz, that die from where I'm at\n 18 years old, talking 'Kill, where Saddam at? '\n But can't have a gat, to protect where my moms at\n I love to crunk, so what, plus I'm gangsta enough\n To piss in pimping cans, pimp cup, rack again and pump it up\n How bitches still get fucked, niggaz just want a forty and a blunt\n\n Yo, these youngsters they grow up on the block\n With the product in they socks, and the fully loaded glocks\n Too many die in vein, and it's a crying shame\n The murders and the hustles, won't stop as they shoot for the top\n Acquiring apparel, through growth and development\n On they most dangerous missions, excuses were irrelevant\n The brutality of war, never changes\n And the out of control desire to win, makes it dangerous\n Fire engulfed the set, they feel the threat, greater than\n What they ever had, experienced yet\n Indictments, sparked excitement, and the thrill to kill\n Suddenly they felt the need for a challenge in they field\n The great boundaries of both man and machine\n Can have one at the point, to murder all in between\n Yellow tape scene, dead teen, the mob was his idol\n Giving a grim new meaning to the neighborhood's title, what's up?\n"}]