[{"id":2354503,"name":"Brainstorm","trackName":"Brainstorm","artistName":"Gang Starr","albumName":"Hard To Earn","duration":182.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"\"Get on it\" --> dj premier cuts 'n' scratchs lovely\n\n(Guru)\nOne two checka, get, down and dirty\nAnd my sounds are worthy of respect\nSo i'ma flex my text just like a, major takeover\nChumps pass the mic over\nGrowin more and more nervous when I serve this ass whoopin\nComin straight out of brooklyn, baldhead from the old school\nBorn to rule with more class than billy dee\nTo a pussy emcee, you know a wuss emcee\nI'm like his worst nightmare when I'm on my killin spree\nPick the vic, who will it be?\n(Guru *sings*)\nYour vote may hold the key\nIt's up to you, tell us true\nWho'll be, herb of the day?\n(Guru)\nAnd your fake, you break, when suckers choose, they lose\nI'm like lethal, to you and your people\nIt's like an outrage, when punks step on stage\nWith the weak show, weak flow, and still make dough\nSo i'ma take dough from em, and then stum em\nTeach em how to really get biz like this\nMe and my gang's gonna swarm... brainstorm\n\n\"Get on it\" --> dj premier flips it again\n\n(Guru)\nIt takes at least, two to tango, so you can get strangled\nFrom any angle, as I get buck on ducks\nAll the, sexy girlies wanna push up close to\nThe man with the most who don't flaunt his ego\nSome motherf**kers ain't as gifted\n\nNot everyone can move the crowd and uplift it\nI'm swift with the shit like a bullet's trajectory\nSo don't stand next to me\nIt's like a, warm sensation when my shells hit\nYou were wrong, you know what you did so you fell quick\nTo the pavement, no signs of body movement\nSee I knew it, yo I had to do it\nAnd it's, cool to duel but don't slip up fool\nCause i'ma leave you dead and stinkin like a sesspool\nAnd all the chicks know what's goin on\nCause baby, there ain't no sunshine when I'm gone\nAnd you can beg for me to stay and parlay\nBut sorry, I gots to go, got bills to pay\nSee by nature I'm godly\nWhen I touch the mic, it's never too hard for me\nTo let out, a mastermind of mad clout\nHuh, me and my gang's gonna swarm... brainstorm\n\n\"Get on it\" --> dj premier displays turntablism skills\n\n(Guru)\nI'm gonna get ya\nYou might be bigger than me, so i'ma wet ya\nCome into your house to douse it with the\nMalatov cocktail, I won't fail\nBurn out your eyeballs, and leave a note in braille\nSo what the f**k you gonna do?\nYea I know I used to act relaxed but now I'm cuckoo\nCome into my darkest deepest thoughts\nWe fought I won, and now you're caught and bein tortured\nWater pellets dripped upon your forehead\nBut you can't move, because you're tied up\nYour time's up...","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.32] \"Get on it\" --> dj premier cuts 'n' scratchs lovely\n[00:19.04] (Guru)\n[00:20.41] One two checka, get, down and dirty\n[00:21.97] And my sounds are worthy of respect\n[00:23.92] So i'ma flex my text just like a, major takeover\n[00:26.73] Chumps pass the mic over\n[00:28.93] Growin more and more nervous when I serve this ass whoopin\n[00:31.38] Comin straight out of brooklyn, baldhead from the old school\n[00:34.45] Born to rule with more class than billy dee\n[00:36.90] To a pussy emcee, you know a wuss emcee\n[00:39.14] I'm like his worst nightmare when I'm on my killin spree\n[00:41.69] Pick the vic, who will it be?\n[00:44.17] (Guru *sings*)\n[00:44.68] Your vote may hold the key\n[00:46.28] It's up to you, tell us true\n[00:48.60] Who'll be, herb of the day?\n[00:50.93] (Guru)\n[00:51.57] And your fake, you break, when suckers choose, they lose\n[00:53.66] I'm like lethal, to you and your people\n[00:56.06] It's like an outrage, when punks step on stage\n[00:58.31] With the weak show, weak flow, and still make dough\n[01:00.94] So i'ma take dough from em, and then stum em\n[01:03.42] Teach em how to really get biz like this\n[01:05.77] Me and my gang's gonna swarm... brainstorm\n[01:09.61] \"Get on it\" --> dj premier flips it again\n[01:18.36] (Guru)\n[01:18.99] It takes at least, two to tango, so you can get strangled\n[01:20.53] From any angle, as I get buck on ducks\n[01:22.89] All the, sexy girlies wanna push up close to\n[01:25.55] The man with the most who don't flaunt his ego\n[01:27.66] Some motherf**kers ain't as gifted\n[01:29.91] Not everyone can move the crowd and uplift it\n[01:32.68] I'm swift with the shit like a bullet's trajectory\n[01:35.57] So don't stand next to me\n[01:37.49] It's like a, warm sensation when my shells hit\n[01:39.71] You were wrong, you know what you did so you fell quick\n[01:42.40] To the pavement, no signs of body movement\n[01:45.02] See I knew it, yo I had to do it\n[01:47.29] And it's, cool to duel but don't slip up fool\n[01:49.66] Cause i'ma leave you dead and stinkin like a sesspool\n[01:52.22] And all the chicks know what's goin on\n[01:54.33] Cause baby, there ain't no sunshine when I'm gone\n[01:57.45] And you can beg for me to stay and parlay\n[02:00.20] But sorry, I gots to go, got bills to pay\n[02:01.61] See by nature I'm godly\n[02:03.84] When I touch the mic, it's never too hard for me\n[02:06.90] To let out, a mastermind of mad clout\n[02:09.44] Huh, me and my gang's gonna swarm... brainstorm\n[02:11.52] \"Get on it\" --> dj premier displays turntablism skills\n[02:25.87] (Guru)\n[02:31.51] I'm gonna get ya\n[02:32.14] You might be bigger than me, so i'ma wet ya\n[02:34.32] Come into your house to douse it with the\n[02:36.23] Malatov cocktail, I won't fail\n[02:38.01] Burn out your eyeballs, and leave a note in braille\n[02:40.34] So what the f**k you gonna do?\n[02:42.98] Yea I know I used to act relaxed but now I'm cuckoo\n[02:45.60] Come into my darkest deepest thoughts\n[02:49.08] We fought I won, and now you're caught and bein tortured\n[02:51.18] Water pellets dripped upon your forehead\n[02:53.65] But you can't move, because you're tied up\n[02:55.44] Your time's up...\n[02:58.99] 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165600\n end_ms: 169080\n- text: We fought I won, and now you're caught and bein tortured\n start_ms: 169080\n end_ms: 171180\n- text: Water pellets dripped upon your forehead\n start_ms: 171180\n end_ms: 173650\n- text: But you can't move, because you're tied up\n start_ms: 173650\n end_ms: 175440\n- text: Your time's up...\n start_ms: 175440\n end_ms: 178990\nplain: |-\n \"Get on it\" --> dj premier cuts 'n' scratchs lovely\n\n (Guru)\n One two checka, get, down and dirty\n And my sounds are worthy of respect\n So i'ma flex my text just like a, major takeover\n Chumps pass the mic over\n Growin more and more nervous when I serve this ass whoopin\n Comin straight out of brooklyn, baldhead from the old school\n Born to rule with more class than billy dee\n To a pussy emcee, you know a wuss emcee\n I'm like his worst nightmare when I'm on my killin spree\n Pick the vic, who will it be?\n (Guru *sings*)\n Your vote may hold the key\n It's up to you, tell us true\n Who'll be, herb of the day?\n (Guru)\n And your fake, you break, when suckers choose, they lose\n I'm like lethal, to you and your people\n It's like an outrage, when punks step on stage\n With the weak show, weak flow, and still make dough\n So i'ma take dough from em, and then stum em\n Teach em how to really get biz like this\n Me and my gang's gonna swarm... brainstorm\n\n \"Get on it\" --> dj premier flips it again\n\n (Guru)\n It takes at least, two to tango, so you can get strangled\n From any angle, as I get buck on ducks\n All the, sexy girlies wanna push up close to\n The man with the most who don't flaunt his ego\n Some motherf**kers ain't as gifted\n\n Not everyone can move the crowd and uplift it\n I'm swift with the shit like a bullet's trajectory\n So don't stand next to me\n It's like a, warm sensation when my shells hit\n You were wrong, you know what you did so you fell quick\n To the pavement, no signs of body movement\n See I knew it, yo I had to do it\n And it's, cool to duel but don't slip up fool\n Cause i'ma leave you dead and stinkin like a sesspool\n And all the chicks know what's goin on\n Cause baby, there ain't no sunshine when I'm gone\n And you can beg for me to stay and parlay\n But sorry, I gots to go, got bills to pay\n See by nature I'm godly\n When I touch the mic, it's never too hard for me\n To let out, a mastermind of mad clout\n Huh, me and my gang's gonna swarm... brainstorm\n\n \"Get on it\" --> dj premier displays turntablism skills\n\n (Guru)\n I'm gonna get ya\n You might be bigger than me, so i'ma wet ya\n Come into your house to douse it with the\n Malatov cocktail, I won't fail\n Burn out your eyeballs, and leave a note in braille\n So what the f**k you gonna do?\n Yea I know I used to act relaxed but now I'm cuckoo\n Come into my darkest deepest thoughts\n We fought I won, and now you're caught and bein tortured\n Water pellets dripped upon your forehead\n But you can't move, because you're tied up\n Your time's 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flow, and still make dough\nSo i'ma take dough from em, and then stum em\nTeach em how to really get biz like this\nMe and my gang's gonna swarm... brainstorm\n\n\"Get on it\" --> dj premier flips it again\n\n(Guru)\nIt takes at least, two to tango, so you can get strangled\nFrom any angle, as I get buck on ducks\nAll the, sexy girlies wanna push up close to\nThe man with the most who don't flaunt his ego\nSome motherf**kers ain't as gifted\n\nNot everyone can move the crowd and uplift it\nI'm swift with the shit like a bullet's trajectory\nSo don't stand next to me\nIt's like a, warm sensation when my shells hit\nYou were wrong, you know what you did so you fell quick\nTo the pavement, no signs of body movement\nSee I knew it, yo I had to do it\nAnd it's, cool to duel but don't slip up fool\nCause i'ma leave you dead and stinkin like a sesspool\nAnd all the chicks know what's goin on\nCause baby, there ain't no sunshine when I'm gone\nAnd you can beg for me to stay and parlay\nBut sorry, I gots to go, got bills to pay\nSee by nature I'm godly\nWhen I touch the mic, it's never too hard for me\nTo let out, a mastermind of mad clout\nHuh, me and my gang's gonna swarm... brainstorm\n\n\"Get on it\" --> dj premier displays turntablism skills\n\n(Guru)\nI'm gonna get ya\nYou might be bigger than me, so i'ma wet ya\nCome into your house to douse it with the\nMalatov cocktail, I won't fail\nBurn out your eyeballs, and leave a note in braille\nSo what the f**k you gonna do?\nYea I know I used to act relaxed but now I'm cuckoo\nCome into my darkest deepest thoughts\nWe fought I won, and now you're caught and bein tortured\nWater pellets dripped upon your forehead\nBut you can't move, because you're tied up\nYour time's up...","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Brainstorm\n artist: Gang Starr\n album: Hard to Earn\n duration_ms: 105352\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n \"Get on it\" --> dj premier cuts 'n' scratchs lovely\n\n (Guru)\n One two checka, get, down and dirty\n And my sounds are worthy of respect\n So i'ma flex my text just like a, major takeover\n Chumps pass the mic over\n Growin more and more nervous when I serve this ass whoopin\n Comin straight out of brooklyn, baldhead from the old school\n Born to rule with more class than billy dee\n To a pussy emcee, you know a wuss emcee\n I'm like his worst nightmare when I'm on my killin spree\n Pick the vic, who will it be?\n (Guru *sings*)\n Your vote may hold the key\n It's up to you, tell us true\n Who'll be, herb of the day?\n (Guru)\n And your fake, you break, when suckers choose, they lose\n I'm like lethal, to you and your people\n It's like an outrage, when punks step on stage\n With the weak show, weak flow, and still make dough\n So i'ma take dough from em, and then stum em\n Teach em how to really get biz like this\n Me and my gang's gonna swarm... brainstorm\n\n \"Get on it\" --> dj premier flips it again\n\n (Guru)\n It takes at least, two to tango, so you can get strangled\n From any angle, as I get buck on ducks\n All the, sexy girlies wanna push up close to\n The man with the most who don't flaunt his ego\n Some motherf**kers ain't as gifted\n\n Not everyone can move the crowd and uplift it\n I'm swift with the shit like a bullet's trajectory\n So don't stand next to me\n It's like a, warm sensation when my shells hit\n You were wrong, you know what you did so you fell quick\n To the pavement, no signs of body movement\n See I knew it, yo I had to do it\n And it's, cool to duel but don't slip up fool\n Cause i'ma leave you dead and stinkin like a sesspool\n And all the chicks know what's goin on\n Cause baby, there ain't no sunshine when I'm gone\n And you can beg for me to stay and parlay\n But sorry, I gots to go, got bills to pay\n See by nature I'm godly\n When I touch the mic, it's never too hard for me\n To let out, a mastermind of mad clout\n Huh, me and my gang's gonna swarm... brainstorm\n\n \"Get on it\" --> dj premier displays turntablism skills\n\n (Guru)\n I'm gonna get ya\n You might be bigger than me, so i'ma wet ya\n Come into your house to douse it with the\n Malatov cocktail, I won't fail\n Burn out your eyeballs, and leave a note in braille\n So what the f**k you gonna do?\n Yea I know I used to act relaxed but now I'm cuckoo\n Come into my darkest deepest thoughts\n We fought I won, and now you're caught and bein tortured\n Water pellets dripped upon your forehead\n But you can't move, because you're tied up\n Your time's up...\n"},{"id":19143432,"name":"Brainstorm","trackName":"Brainstorm","artistName":"Gang Starr","albumName":"Hard to Earn","duration":194.246531,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"\"Get on it\" --> dj premier cuts 'n' scratchs lovely\n\n(Guru)\nOne two checka, get, down and dirty\nAnd my sounds are worthy of respect\nSo i'ma flex my text just like a, major takeover\nChumps pass the mic over\nGrowin more and more nervous when I serve this ass whoopin\nComin straight out of brooklyn, baldhead from the old school\nBorn to rule with more class than billy dee\nTo a pussy emcee, you know a wuss emcee\nI'm like his worst nightmare when I'm on my killin spree\nPick the vic, who will it be?\n(Guru *sings*)\nYour vote may hold the key\nIt's up to you, tell us true\nWho'll be, herb of the day?\n(Guru)\nAnd your fake, you break, when suckers choose, they lose\nI'm like lethal, to you and your people\nIt's like an outrage, when punks step on stage\nWith the weak show, weak flow, and still make dough\nSo i'ma take dough from em, and then stum em\nTeach em how to really get biz like this\nMe and my gang's gonna swarm... brainstorm\n\n\"Get on it\" --> dj premier flips it again\n\n(Guru)\nIt takes at least, two to tango, so you can get strangled\nFrom any angle, as I get buck on ducks\nAll the, sexy girlies wanna push up close to\nThe man with the most who don't flaunt his ego\nSome motherf**kers ain't as gifted\n\nNot everyone can move the crowd and uplift it\nI'm swift with the shit like a bullet's trajectory\nSo don't stand next to me\nIt's like a, warm sensation when my shells hit\nYou were wrong, you know what you did so you fell quick\nTo the pavement, no signs of body movement\nSee I knew it, yo I had to do it\nAnd it's, cool to duel but don't slip up fool\nCause i'ma leave you dead and stinkin like a sesspool\nAnd all the chicks know what's goin on\nCause baby, there ain't no sunshine when I'm gone\nAnd you can beg for me to stay and parlay\nBut sorry, I gots to go, got bills to pay\nSee by nature I'm godly\nWhen I touch the mic, it's never too hard for me\nTo let out, a mastermind of mad clout\nHuh, me and my gang's gonna swarm... brainstorm\n\n\"Get on it\" --> dj premier displays turntablism skills\n\n(Guru)\nI'm gonna get ya\nYou might be bigger than me, so i'ma wet ya\nCome into your house to douse it with the\nMalatov cocktail, I won't fail\nBurn out your eyeballs, and leave a note in braille\nSo what the f**k you gonna do?\nYea I know I used to act relaxed but now I'm cuckoo\nCome into my darkest deepest thoughts\nWe fought I won, and now you're caught and bein tortured\nWater pellets dripped upon your forehead\nBut you can't move, because you're tied up\nYour time's up...","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Brainstorm\n artist: Gang Starr\n album: Hard to Earn\n duration_ms: 194247\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n \"Get on it\" --> dj premier cuts 'n' scratchs lovely\n\n (Guru)\n One two checka, get, down and dirty\n And my sounds are worthy of respect\n So i'ma flex my text just like a, major takeover\n Chumps pass the mic over\n Growin more and more nervous when I serve this ass whoopin\n Comin straight out of brooklyn, baldhead from the old school\n Born to rule with more class than billy dee\n To a pussy emcee, you know a wuss emcee\n I'm like his worst nightmare when I'm on my killin spree\n Pick the vic, who will it be?\n (Guru *sings*)\n Your vote may hold the key\n It's up to you, tell us true\n Who'll be, herb of the day?\n (Guru)\n And your fake, you break, when suckers choose, they lose\n I'm like lethal, to you and your people\n It's like an outrage, when punks step on stage\n With the weak show, weak flow, and still make dough\n So i'ma take dough from em, and then stum em\n Teach em how to really get biz like this\n Me and my gang's gonna swarm... brainstorm\n\n \"Get on it\" --> dj premier flips it again\n\n (Guru)\n It takes at least, two to tango, so you can get strangled\n From any angle, as I get buck on ducks\n All the, sexy girlies wanna push up close to\n The man with the most who don't flaunt his ego\n Some motherf**kers ain't as gifted\n\n Not everyone can move the crowd and uplift it\n I'm swift with the shit like a bullet's trajectory\n So don't stand next to me\n It's like a, warm sensation when my shells hit\n You were wrong, you know what you did so you fell quick\n To the pavement, no signs of body movement\n See I knew it, yo I had to do it\n And it's, cool to duel but don't slip up fool\n Cause i'ma leave you dead and stinkin like a sesspool\n And all the chicks know what's goin on\n Cause baby, there ain't no sunshine when I'm gone\n And you can beg for me to stay and parlay\n But sorry, I gots to go, got bills to pay\n See by nature I'm godly\n When I touch the mic, it's never too hard for me\n To let out, a mastermind of mad clout\n Huh, me and my gang's gonna swarm... brainstorm\n\n \"Get on it\" --> dj premier displays turntablism skills\n\n (Guru)\n I'm gonna get ya\n You might be bigger than me, so i'ma wet ya\n Come into your house to douse it with the\n Malatov cocktail, I won't fail\n Burn out your eyeballs, and leave a note in braille\n So what the f**k you gonna do?\n Yea I know I used to act relaxed but now I'm cuckoo\n Come into my darkest deepest thoughts\n We fought I won, and now you're caught and bein tortured\n Water pellets dripped upon your forehead\n But you can't move, because you're tied up\n Your time's up...\n"},{"id":24193956,"name":"Brainstorm","trackName":"Brainstorm","artistName":"Gang Starr","albumName":"Hard to Earn (Japan Edition)","duration":182.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"\"Get on it\" --> dj premier cuts 'n' scratchs lovely\n\n(Guru)\nOne two checka, get, down and dirty\nAnd my sounds are worthy of respect\nSo i'ma flex my text just like a, major takeover\nChumps pass the mic over\nGrowin more and more nervous when I serve this ass whoopin\nComin straight out of brooklyn, baldhead from the old school\nBorn to rule with more class than billy dee\nTo a pussy emcee, you know a wuss emcee\nI'm like his worst nightmare when I'm on my killin spree\nPick the vic, who will it be?\n(Guru *sings*)\nYour vote may hold the key\nIt's up to you, tell us true\nWho'll be, herb of the day?\n(Guru)\nAnd your fake, you break, when suckers choose, they lose\nI'm like lethal, to you and your people\nIt's like an outrage, when punks step on stage\nWith the weak show, weak flow, and still make dough\nSo i'ma take dough from em, and then stum em\nTeach em how to really get biz like this\nMe and my gang's gonna swarm... brainstorm\n\n\"Get on it\" --> dj premier flips it again\n\n(Guru)\nIt takes at least, two to tango, so you can get strangled\nFrom any angle, as I get buck on ducks\nAll the, sexy girlies wanna push up close to\nThe man with the most who don't flaunt his ego\nSome motherf**kers ain't as gifted\n\nNot everyone can move the crowd and uplift it\nI'm swift with the shit like a bullet's trajectory\nSo don't stand next to me\nIt's like a, warm sensation when my shells hit\nYou were wrong, you know what you did so you fell quick\nTo the pavement, no signs of body movement\nSee I knew it, yo I had to do it\nAnd it's, cool to duel but don't slip up fool\nCause i'ma leave you dead and stinkin like a sesspool\nAnd all the chicks know what's goin on\nCause baby, there ain't no sunshine when I'm gone\nAnd you can beg for me to stay and parlay\nBut sorry, I gots to go, got bills to pay\nSee by nature I'm godly\nWhen I touch the mic, it's never too hard for me\nTo let out, a mastermind of mad clout\nHuh, me and my gang's gonna swarm... brainstorm\n\n\"Get on it\" --> dj premier displays turntablism skills\n\n(Guru)\nI'm gonna get ya\nYou might be bigger than me, so i'ma wet ya\nCome into your house to douse it with the\nMalatov cocktail, I won't fail\nBurn out your eyeballs, and leave a note in braille\nSo what the f**k you gonna do?\nYea I know I used to act relaxed but now I'm cuckoo\nCome into my darkest deepest thoughts\nWe fought I won, and now you're caught and bein tortured\nWater pellets dripped upon your forehead\nBut you can't move, because you're tied up\nYour time's up...","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Brainstorm\n artist: Gang Starr\n album: Hard to Earn (Japan Edition)\n duration_ms: 182000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n \"Get on it\" --> dj premier cuts 'n' scratchs lovely\n\n (Guru)\n One two checka, get, down and dirty\n And my sounds are worthy of respect\n So i'ma flex my text just like a, major takeover\n Chumps pass the mic over\n Growin more and more nervous when I serve this ass whoopin\n Comin straight out of brooklyn, baldhead from the old school\n Born to rule with more class than billy dee\n To a pussy emcee, you know a wuss emcee\n I'm like his worst nightmare when I'm on my killin spree\n Pick the vic, who will it be?\n (Guru *sings*)\n Your vote may hold the key\n It's up to you, tell us true\n Who'll be, herb of the day?\n (Guru)\n And your fake, you break, when suckers choose, they lose\n I'm like lethal, to you and your people\n It's like an outrage, when punks step on stage\n With the weak show, weak flow, and still make dough\n So i'ma take dough from em, and then stum em\n Teach em how to really get biz like this\n Me and my gang's gonna swarm... brainstorm\n\n \"Get on it\" --> dj premier flips it again\n\n (Guru)\n It takes at least, two to tango, so you can get strangled\n From any angle, as I get buck on ducks\n All the, sexy girlies wanna push up close to\n The man with the most who don't flaunt his ego\n Some motherf**kers ain't as gifted\n\n Not everyone can move the crowd and uplift it\n I'm swift with the shit like a bullet's trajectory\n So don't stand next to me\n It's like a, warm sensation when my shells hit\n You were wrong, you know what you did so you fell quick\n To the pavement, no signs of body movement\n See I knew it, yo I had to do it\n And it's, cool to duel but don't slip up fool\n Cause i'ma leave you dead and stinkin like a sesspool\n And all the chicks know what's goin on\n Cause baby, there ain't no sunshine when I'm gone\n And you can beg for me to stay and parlay\n But sorry, I gots to go, got bills to pay\n See by nature I'm godly\n When I touch the mic, it's never too hard for me\n To let out, a mastermind of mad clout\n Huh, me and my gang's gonna swarm... brainstorm\n\n \"Get on it\" --> dj premier displays turntablism skills\n\n (Guru)\n I'm gonna get ya\n You might be bigger than me, so i'ma wet ya\n Come into your house to douse it with the\n Malatov cocktail, I won't fail\n Burn out your eyeballs, and leave a note in braille\n So what the f**k you gonna do?\n Yea I know I used to act relaxed but now I'm cuckoo\n Come into my darkest deepest thoughts\n We fought I won, and now you're caught and bein tortured\n Water pellets dripped upon your forehead\n But you can't move, because you're tied up\n Your time's up...\n"},{"id":36811785,"name":"Brainstorm","trackName":"Brainstorm","artistName":"Gang Starr","albumName":"Hard to Earn (explicit)","duration":182.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"\"Get on it\" --> dj premier cuts 'n' scratchs lovely\n\n(Guru)\nOne two checka, get, down and dirty\nAnd my sounds are worthy of respect\nSo i'ma flex my text just like a, major takeover\nChumps pass the mic over\nGrowin more and more nervous when I serve this ass whoopin\nComin straight out of brooklyn, baldhead from the old school\nBorn to rule with more class than billy dee\nTo a pussy emcee, you know a wuss emcee\nI'm like his worst nightmare when I'm on my killin spree\nPick the vic, who will it be?\n(Guru *sings*)\nYour vote may hold the key\nIt's up to you, tell us true\nWho'll be, herb of the day?\n(Guru)\nAnd your fake, you break, when suckers choose, they lose\nI'm like lethal, to you and your people\nIt's like an outrage, when punks step on stage\nWith the weak show, weak flow, and still make dough\nSo i'ma take dough from em, and then stum em\nTeach em how to really get biz like this\nMe and my gang's gonna swarm... brainstorm\n\n\"Get on it\" --> dj premier flips it again\n\n(Guru)\nIt takes at least, two to tango, so you can get strangled\nFrom any angle, as I get buck on ducks\nAll the, sexy girlies wanna push up close to\nThe man with the most who don't flaunt his ego\nSome motherf**kers ain't as gifted\n\nNot everyone can move the crowd and uplift it\nI'm swift with the shit like a bullet's trajectory\nSo don't stand next to me\nIt's like a, warm sensation when my shells hit\nYou were wrong, you know what you did so you fell quick\nTo the pavement, no signs of body movement\nSee I knew it, yo I had to do it\nAnd it's, cool to duel but don't slip up fool\nCause i'ma leave you dead and stinkin like a sesspool\nAnd all the chicks know what's goin on\nCause baby, there ain't no sunshine when I'm gone\nAnd you can beg for me to stay and parlay\nBut sorry, I gots to go, got bills to pay\nSee by nature I'm godly\nWhen I touch the mic, it's never too hard for me\nTo let out, a mastermind of mad clout\nHuh, me and my gang's gonna swarm... brainstorm\n\n\"Get on it\" --> dj premier displays turntablism skills\n\n(Guru)\nI'm gonna get ya\nYou might be bigger than me, so i'ma wet ya\nCome into your house to douse it with the\nMalatov cocktail, I won't fail\nBurn out your eyeballs, and leave a note in braille\nSo what the f**k you gonna do?\nYea I know I used to act relaxed but now I'm cuckoo\nCome into my darkest deepest thoughts\nWe fought I won, and now you're caught and bein tortured\nWater pellets dripped upon your forehead\nBut you can't move, because you're tied up\nYour time's up...","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Brainstorm\n artist: Gang Starr\n album: Hard to Earn (explicit)\n duration_ms: 182000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n \"Get on it\" --> dj premier cuts 'n' scratchs lovely\n\n (Guru)\n One two checka, get, down and dirty\n And my sounds are worthy of respect\n So i'ma flex my text just like a, major takeover\n Chumps pass the mic over\n Growin more and more nervous when I serve this ass whoopin\n Comin straight out of brooklyn, baldhead from the old school\n Born to rule with more class than billy dee\n To a pussy emcee, you know a wuss emcee\n I'm like his worst nightmare when I'm on my killin spree\n Pick the vic, who will it be?\n (Guru *sings*)\n Your vote may hold the key\n It's up to you, tell us true\n Who'll be, herb of the day?\n (Guru)\n And your fake, you break, when suckers choose, they lose\n I'm like lethal, to you and your people\n It's like an outrage, when punks step on stage\n With the weak show, weak flow, and still make dough\n So i'ma take dough from em, and then stum em\n Teach em how to really get biz like this\n Me and my gang's gonna swarm... brainstorm\n\n \"Get on it\" --> dj premier flips it again\n\n (Guru)\n It takes at least, two to tango, so you can get strangled\n From any angle, as I get buck on ducks\n All the, sexy girlies wanna push up close to\n The man with the most who don't flaunt his ego\n Some motherf**kers ain't as gifted\n\n Not everyone can move the crowd and uplift it\n I'm swift with the shit like a bullet's trajectory\n So don't stand next to me\n It's like a, warm sensation when my shells hit\n You were wrong, you know what you did so you fell quick\n To the pavement, no signs of body movement\n See I knew it, yo I had to do it\n And it's, cool to duel but don't slip up fool\n Cause i'ma leave you dead and stinkin like a sesspool\n And all the chicks know what's goin on\n Cause baby, there ain't no sunshine when I'm gone\n And you can beg for me to stay and parlay\n But sorry, I gots to go, got bills to pay\n See by nature I'm godly\n When I touch the mic, it's never too hard for me\n To let out, a mastermind of mad clout\n Huh, me and my gang's gonna swarm... brainstorm\n\n \"Get on it\" --> dj premier displays turntablism skills\n\n (Guru)\n I'm gonna get ya\n You might be bigger than me, so i'ma wet ya\n Come into your house to douse it with the\n Malatov cocktail, I won't fail\n Burn out your eyeballs, and leave a note in braille\n So what the f**k you gonna do?\n Yea I know I used to act relaxed but now I'm cuckoo\n Come into my darkest deepest thoughts\n We fought I won, and now you're caught and bein tortured\n Water pellets dripped upon your forehead\n But you can't move, because you're tied up\n Your time's up...\n"},{"id":28135655,"name":"Brainstorm","trackName":"Brainstorm","artistName":"Gang Starr","albumName":"Hard To Earn [Japan]","duration":182.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"\"Get on it\" --> dj premier cuts 'n' scratchs lovely\n\n(Guru)\nOne two checka, get, down and dirty\nAnd my sounds are worthy of respect\nSo i'ma flex my text just like a, major takeover\nChumps pass the mic over\nGrowin more and more nervous when I serve this ass whoopin\nComin straight out of brooklyn, baldhead from the old school\nBorn to rule with more class than billy dee\nTo a pussy emcee, you know a wuss emcee\nI'm like his worst nightmare when I'm on my killin spree\nPick the vic, who will it be?\n(Guru *sings*)\nYour vote may hold the key\nIt's up to you, tell us true\nWho'll be, herb of the day?\n(Guru)\nAnd your fake, you break, when suckers choose, they lose\nI'm like lethal, to you and your people\nIt's like an outrage, when punks step on stage\nWith the weak show, weak flow, and still make dough\nSo i'ma take dough from em, and then stum em\nTeach em how to really get biz like this\nMe and my gang's gonna swarm... brainstorm\n\n\"Get on it\" --> dj premier flips it again\n\n(Guru)\nIt takes at least, two to tango, so you can get strangled\nFrom any angle, as I get buck on ducks\nAll the, sexy girlies wanna push up close to\nThe man with the most who don't flaunt his ego\nSome motherf**kers ain't as gifted\n\nNot everyone can move the crowd and uplift it\nI'm swift with the shit like a bullet's trajectory\nSo don't stand next to me\nIt's like a, warm sensation when my shells hit\nYou were wrong, you know what you did so you fell quick\nTo the pavement, no signs of body movement\nSee I knew it, yo I had to do it\nAnd it's, cool to duel but don't slip up fool\nCause i'ma leave you dead and stinkin like a sesspool\nAnd all the chicks know what's goin on\nCause baby, there ain't no sunshine when I'm gone\nAnd you can beg for me to stay and parlay\nBut sorry, I gots to go, got bills to pay\nSee by nature I'm godly\nWhen I touch the mic, it's never too hard for me\nTo let out, a mastermind of mad clout\nHuh, me and my gang's gonna swarm... brainstorm\n\n\"Get on it\" --> dj premier displays turntablism skills\n\n(Guru)\nI'm gonna get ya\nYou might be bigger than me, so i'ma wet ya\nCome into your house to douse it with the\nMalatov cocktail, I won't fail\nBurn out your eyeballs, and leave a note in braille\nSo what the f**k you gonna do?\nYea I know I used to act relaxed but now I'm cuckoo\nCome into my darkest deepest thoughts\nWe fought I won, and now you're caught and bein tortured\nWater pellets dripped upon your forehead\nBut you can't move, because you're tied up\nYour time's up...","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Brainstorm\n artist: Gang Starr\n album: Hard To Earn [Japan]\n duration_ms: 182000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n \"Get on it\" --> dj premier cuts 'n' scratchs lovely\n\n (Guru)\n One two checka, get, down and dirty\n And my sounds are worthy of respect\n So i'ma flex my text just like a, major takeover\n Chumps pass the mic over\n Growin more and more nervous when I serve this ass whoopin\n Comin straight out of brooklyn, baldhead from the old school\n Born to rule with more class than billy dee\n To a pussy emcee, you know a wuss emcee\n I'm like his worst nightmare when I'm on my killin spree\n Pick the vic, who will it be?\n (Guru *sings*)\n Your vote may hold the key\n It's up to you, tell us true\n Who'll be, herb of the day?\n (Guru)\n And your fake, you break, when suckers choose, they lose\n I'm like lethal, to you and your people\n It's like an outrage, when punks step on stage\n With the weak show, weak flow, and still make dough\n So i'ma take dough from em, and then stum em\n Teach em how to really get biz like this\n Me and my gang's gonna swarm... brainstorm\n\n \"Get on it\" --> dj premier flips it again\n\n (Guru)\n It takes at least, two to tango, so you can get strangled\n From any angle, as I get buck on ducks\n All the, sexy girlies wanna push up close to\n The man with the most who don't flaunt his ego\n Some motherf**kers ain't as gifted\n\n Not everyone can move the crowd and uplift it\n I'm swift with the shit like a bullet's trajectory\n So don't stand next to me\n It's like a, warm sensation when my shells hit\n You were wrong, you know what you did so you fell quick\n To the pavement, no signs of body movement\n See I knew it, yo I had to do it\n And it's, cool to duel but don't slip up fool\n Cause i'ma leave you dead and stinkin like a sesspool\n And all the chicks know what's goin on\n Cause baby, there ain't no sunshine when I'm gone\n And you can beg for me to stay and parlay\n But sorry, I gots to go, got bills to pay\n See by nature I'm godly\n When I touch the mic, it's never too hard for me\n To let out, a mastermind of mad clout\n Huh, me and my gang's gonna swarm... brainstorm\n\n \"Get on it\" --> dj premier displays turntablism skills\n\n (Guru)\n I'm gonna get ya\n You might be bigger than me, so i'ma wet ya\n Come into your house to douse it with the\n Malatov cocktail, I won't fail\n Burn out your eyeballs, and leave a note in braille\n So what the f**k you gonna do?\n Yea I know I used to act relaxed but now I'm cuckoo\n Come into my darkest deepest thoughts\n We fought I won, and now you're caught and bein tortured\n Water pellets dripped upon your forehead\n But you can't move, because you're tied up\n Your time's up...\n"}]