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you never conceal\nI leave my hardcore demeanor in every rap arena\nAnd underground club that I play in\nI spit raw verses that y'all ain't sayin'\nCause your soul was bought for what they payin'\nYou wanna have Bumpy's heart you got to have Bumpy's chest\nI'll bust right 'till I find just Bumpy left\nI'll bust mics 'till I have just enough breath\nTo take your heart, it's thug grand death\nCapture","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Capture (Militia, Pt. 3)\n  artist: Gang Starr\n  album: The Ownerz\n  duration_ms: 203000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Give a nigga pain\n  Listen to a brother who knows\n  Give a nigga pain\n  It's the real, it's the Militia\n  First name vete-, last name -ran\n  I drop bombs hit you with the curse of Jevon\n  Broken arms, shattered glasses, whipped asses\n  I advise you to tell us where the cash is\n  Itchy fingers cause nothing but gun pow\n  We disallow all these cats in the camp\n  We the champs, not really to boast and brag\n  Bustin' heads, body bags and toe tags\n  Black mags to blow your whole chest in half\n  If you don't know the equation then you can't do the math\n  I know you cram to understand the plan, but you too\n  Caught up in the rapture, front and we will capture\n  See men and strap ya, cock back and blast ya\n  Blow up your fuckin' house while we still lookin' at ya\n  Militia man, man part three\n  Put your money in the bank, and hold rank\n  Give a nigga pain\n  Listen to a brother who knows\n  I push these lyrics through any emcee\n  And make it burn (burn)\n  Put your money in the bank, and hold rank\n  Give a nigga pain\n  Listen to a brother who knows\n  It's the militia\n  Just to feed the babies I'll infect you like rabies\n  With a lust for the gravy, you know the god must be crazy\n  I'm sick with it, I'm built with stilts for you midgets\n  While you fidget, you could get killed for your digits\n  I'll creep on the low, keep it a secret yo\n  I swore an oath to dump on you, out the Jeep window\n  I don't care if you a geek or a thug, you sleepin' on us\n  And you could catch it, some royal heat from the snub\n  Since the streets is watchin' niggas might see us often\n  We told you rap cats we would keep it poppin'\n  See all I got is a lot of bad news for y'all\n  You're gonna need more than a lot of tattoos on y'all\n  You got an army, you still ain't got no wins against us\n  You're gonna need more than doo rags and Timb's against us\n  And fuck your goons cause we always get what we're after\n  We bought you this book of torture, this one is Capture\n  Put your money in the bank, and hold rank\n  Give a nigga pain\n  Listen to a brother who knows\n  It's the militia\n  There's one ripped out the frame, felony act\n  Everybody get the fuck up, welcome me back\n  I'm the unseen hand that controls 200 niggas\n  Pouring wild on the street out of unseen vans\n  I'm the law of the land, the rawness of man\n  That'll show up on stage, puffin' on contraband\n  Capture, duct tape wrapped ya, slapped ya\n  Served up my Venus and Serenas, cocked back\n  Clapped ya, to Internet emcees I'm virus\n  I'm a warrior, niggas screamin' Bumpy shot Cyrus\n  I'm checked in to every hotel that you lay in\n  Niggas come to my suite to pick up heat\n  Y'all know who wrote the bible in rap, for keepin' it real\n  Y'all know who buck fifty your face, I'm keepin' it Seal\n  It's capture, get out the truck, I'm keepin' your wheels\n  Clapped ya, cause you've got a gun you never conceal\n  I leave my hardcore demeanor in every rap arena\n  And underground club that I play in\n  I spit raw verses that y'all ain't sayin'\n  Cause your soul was bought for what they payin'\n  You wanna have Bumpy's heart you got to have Bumpy's chest\n  I'll bust right 'till I find just Bumpy left\n  I'll bust mics 'till I have just enough breath\n  To take your heart, it's thug grand death\n  Capture\n"},{"id":21300303,"name":"Capture (Militia, Pt. 3)","trackName":"Capture (Militia, Pt. 3)","artistName":"Gang Starr","albumName":"The Ownerz","duration":1174.099592,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(DJ Premier)\n\"Give a nigga pain\" -> Big Shug\n\"Listen to a brother who knows\" -> Guru\n\"Give a nigga pain\" -> Big Shug\n\"It's the real... it's the Militia\"\n\n(Big Shug)\nFirst name vete-, last name -ran\nI drop bombs hit you with the curse of? Jevron?\nBroken arms, shattered glasses, whipped asses\nI advise you to tell us where the cash is\nItchy fingers cause nothing but gun fire\nWe disallow all these cats in the camp\nWe the champs, not really to boast and brag\nBustin' heads, body bags and toe tags\nBlack mags to blow your whole chest in half\nIf you don't know the equation then you can't do the math\nI know you cram to understand the plan, but you too\nCaught up in the rapture, front and we will capture\nSee men and strap ya, cock back and blast ya\nBlow up your fuckin' house while we still lookin' at ya\nMilitia man... man part three\n\n(DJ Premier)\n\"Put your money in the bank, and hold rank\"\n\"Give a nigga pain\" -> Big Shug\n\"Listen to a brother who knows\" -> Guru\n\"I push these lyrics through any emcee\nAnd make it burn (burn)\" -> Freddie Foxxx\n\"Put your money in the bank, and hold rank\"\n\"Give a nigga pain\" -> Big Shug\n\"Listen to a brother who knows\" -> Guru\n\"It's the militia\" -> Freddie Foxxx\n\n(Guru)\nJust to feed the babies I'll infect you like rabies\nWith a lust for the gravy, you know the god must be crazy\nI'm sick with it, I'm built with stilts for you midgets\nWhile you fidget, you could get kill't for your digits\nI'll creep on the low, keep it a secret yo\nI swore an oath to dump on you, out the Jeep window\nI don't care if you a geek or a thug, you sleepin' on us\nAnd you could catch it, some royal heat from the snub\nSince the streets is watchin' niggaz might see us often\nWe told you rap cats we would keep it poppin'\nSee all I got is a lot of bad news for y'all\nYou're gonna need more than a lot of tattoos on y'all\nYou got an army, you still ain't got no wins against us\nYou're gonna need more than doo rags and Timb's against us\nAnd fuck your goons 'cause we always get what we're after\nWe bought you this book of torture, this one is Capture\n\n(DJ Premier)\n\"Put your money in the bank, and hold rank\"\n\"Give a nigga pain\" -> Big Shug\n\"Listen to a brother who knows\" -> Guru\n\"It's the militia\" -> Freddie Foxxx\n\n(Freddie Foxxx)\nThere's one ripped out the frame, felony act\nEverybody get the fuck up, welcome me back\nI'm the unseen hand that controls 200 niggaz\nParked while on the street out of unseen vans\nI'm the law of the land, the rawness of man\nThat'll show up on stage, puffin' on contraband\nCapture, duct tape rapture, slapped ya\nServed up my Venus and Serenas, cocked back\nClapped ya - to Internet emcees I'm virus\nI'm a warrior, niggaz screamin' \"Bumpy shot Cyrus\"\nI'm checked in to every hotel that you lay in\nNiggaz come to my suite to pick up heat\nY'all know who wrote the bible in rap, for keepin it real\nY'all know who buck fifty your face, I'm keepin concealed\nIt's capture, get out the truck, I'm keepin' your wheels\nYou've?, 'cause you've got a gun you never conceal\nI leave my hardcore demeanor in every rap arena\nAnd underground club that I play in\nI spit raw verses that y'all ain't sayin'\n'Cause your soul was bought for what they payin'\nYou wanna have Bumpy's heart you got to have Bumpy's chest\nI'll bust right 'till I find just Bumpy left\nI'll bust mics 'till I have just enough breath\nTo take your heart, it's thug grand death\nCAPTURE!","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.95] (DJ Premier)\n[00:04.59] \"Give a nigga pain\" -> Big Shug\n[00:08.13] \"Listen to a brother who knows\" -> Guru\n[00:10.82] \"Give a nigga pain\" -> Big Shug\n[00:15.33] \"It's the real... it's the Militia\"\n[00:18.99] (Big Shug)\n[00:19.83] First name vete-, last name -ran\n[00:22.60] I drop bombs hit you with the curse of? Jevron?\n[00:25.32] Broken arms, shattered glasses, whipped asses\n[00:28.03] I advise you to tell us where the cash is\n[00:30.78] Itchy fingers cause nothing but gun fire\n[00:33.47] We disallow all these cats in the camp\n[00:35.25] We the champs, not really to boast and brag\n[00:38.00] Bustin' heads, body bags and toe tags\n[00:40.73] Black mags to blow your whole chest in half\n[00:43.47] If you don't know the equation then you can't do the math\n[00:46.16] I know you cram to understand the plan, but you too\n[00:48.85] Caught up in the rapture, front and we will capture\n[00:51.53] See men and strap ya, cock back and blast ya\n[00:53.35] Blow up your fuckin' house while we still lookin' at ya\n[00:56.04] Militia man... man part three\n[00:58.70] (DJ Premier)\n[01:02.36] \"Put your money in the bank, and hold rank\"\n[01:04.17] \"Give a nigga pain\" -> Big Shug\n[01:07.71] \"Listen to a brother who knows\" -> Guru\n[01:09.59] \"I push these lyrics through any emcee\n[01:11.45] And make it burn (burn)\" -> Freddie Foxxx\n[01:12.31] \"Put your money in the bank, and hold rank\"\n[01:14.13] \"Give a nigga pain\" -> Big Shug\n[01:17.71] \"Listen to a brother who knows\" -> Guru\n[01:19.58] \"It's the militia\" -> Freddie Foxxx\n[01:22.29] (Guru)\n[01:23.19] Just to feed the babies I'll infect you like rabies\n[01:25.09] With a lust for the gravy, you know the god must be crazy\n[01:27.72] I'm sick with it, I'm built with stilts for you midgets\n[01:30.43] While you fidget, you could get kill't for your digits\n[01:32.28] I'll creep on the low, keep it a secret yo\n[01:34.95] I swore an oath to dump on you, out the Jeep window\n[01:37.64] I don't care if you a geek or a thug, you sleepin' on us\n[01:40.30] And you could catch it, some royal heat from the snub\n[01:43.09] Since the streets is watchin' niggaz might see us often\n[01:45.82] We told you rap cats we would keep it poppin'\n[01:47.68] See all I got is a lot of bad news for y'all\n[01:50.35] You're gonna need more than a lot of tattoos on y'all\n[01:53.02] You got an army, you still ain't got no wins against us\n[01:55.71] You're gonna need more than doo rags and Timb's against us\n[01:58.42] And fuck your goons 'cause we always get what we're after\n[02:01.19] We bought you this book of torture, this one is Capture\n[02:03.97] (DJ Premier)\n[02:04.85] \"Put your money in the bank, and hold rank\"\n[02:06.64] \"Give a nigga pain\" -> Big Shug\n[02:09.31] \"Listen to a brother who knows\" -> Guru\n[02:11.15] \"It's the militia\" -> Freddie Foxxx\n[02:13.80] (Freddie Foxxx)\n[02:14.78] There's one ripped out the frame, felony act\n[02:16.56] Everybody get the fuck up, welcome me back\n[02:19.28] I'm the unseen hand that controls 200 niggaz\n[02:21.94] Parked while on the street out of unseen vans\n[02:24.68] I'm the law of the land, the rawness of man\n[02:26.52] That'll show up on stage, puffin' on contraband\n[02:30.15] Capture, duct tape rapture, slapped ya\n[02:31.97] Served up my Venus and Serenas, cocked back\n[02:34.61] Clapped ya - to Internet emcees I'm virus\n[02:37.35] I'm a warrior, niggaz screamin' \"Bumpy shot Cyrus\"\n[02:40.05] I'm checked in to every hotel that you lay in\n[02:42.73] Niggaz come to my suite to pick up heat\n[02:44.68] Y'all know who wrote the bible in rap, for keepin it real\n[02:47.34] Y'all know who buck fifty your face, I'm keepin concealed\n[02:50.09] It's capture, get out the truck, I'm keepin' your wheels\n[02:52.72] You've?, 'cause you've got a gun you never conceal\n[02:55.44] I leave my hardcore demeanor in every rap arena\n[02:58.18] And underground club that I play in\n[03:00.85] I spit raw verses that y'all ain't sayin'\n[03:02.73] 'Cause your soul was bought for what they payin'\n[03:05.43] You wanna have Bumpy's heart you got to have Bumpy's chest\n[03:08.18] I'll bust right 'till I find just Bumpy left\n[03:10.85] I'll bust mics 'till I have just enough breath\n[03:13.55] To take your heart, it's thug grand death\n[03:16.27] CAPTURE!\n[03:18.92] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Capture (Militia, Pt. 3)\n  artist: Gang Starr\n  album: The Ownerz\n  duration_ms: 1174100\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: (DJ Premier)\n  start_ms: 950\n  end_ms: 4590\n- text: '\"Give a nigga pain\" -> Big Shug'\n  start_ms: 4590\n  end_ms: 8130\n- text: '\"Listen to a brother who knows\" -> Guru'\n  start_ms: 8130\n  end_ms: 10820\n- text: '\"Give a nigga pain\" -> Big Shug'\n  start_ms: 10820\n  end_ms: 15330\n- text: '\"It''s the real... it''s the Militia\"'\n  start_ms: 15330\n  end_ms: 18990\n- text: (Big Shug)\n  start_ms: 18990\n  end_ms: 19830\n- text: First name vete-, last name -ran\n  start_ms: 19830\n  end_ms: 22600\n- text: I drop bombs hit you with the curse of? 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Jevron?\n  Broken arms, shattered glasses, whipped asses\n  I advise you to tell us where the cash is\n  Itchy fingers cause nothing but gun fire\n  We disallow all these cats in the camp\n  We the champs, not really to boast and brag\n  Bustin' heads, body bags and toe tags\n  Black mags to blow your whole chest in half\n  If you don't know the equation then you can't do the math\n  I know you cram to understand the plan, but you too\n  Caught up in the rapture, front and we will capture\n  See men and strap ya, cock back and blast ya\n  Blow up your fuckin' house while we still lookin' at ya\n  Militia man... man part three\n\n  (DJ Premier)\n  \"Put your money in the bank, and hold rank\"\n  \"Give a nigga pain\" -> Big Shug\n  \"Listen to a brother who knows\" -> Guru\n  \"I push these lyrics through any emcee\n  And make it burn (burn)\" -> Freddie Foxxx\n  \"Put your money in the bank, and hold rank\"\n  \"Give a nigga pain\" -> Big Shug\n  \"Listen to a brother who knows\" -> Guru\n  \"It's the militia\" -> Freddie Foxxx\n\n  (Guru)\n  Just to feed the babies I'll infect you like rabies\n  With a lust for the gravy, you know the god must be crazy\n  I'm sick with it, I'm built with stilts for you midgets\n  While you fidget, you could get kill't for your digits\n  I'll creep on the low, keep it a secret yo\n  I swore an oath to dump on you, out the Jeep window\n  I don't care if you a geek or a thug, you sleepin' on us\n  And you could catch it, some royal heat from the snub\n  Since the streets is watchin' niggaz might see us often\n  We told you rap cats we would keep it poppin'\n  See all I got is a lot of bad news for y'all\n  You're gonna need more than a lot of tattoos on y'all\n  You got an army, you still ain't got no wins against us\n  You're gonna need more than doo rags and Timb's against us\n  And fuck your goons 'cause we always get what we're after\n  We bought you this book of torture, this one is Capture\n\n  (DJ Premier)\n  \"Put your money in the bank, and hold rank\"\n  \"Give a nigga pain\" -> Big Shug\n  \"Listen to a brother who knows\" -> Guru\n  \"It's the militia\" -> Freddie Foxxx\n\n  (Freddie Foxxx)\n  There's one ripped out the frame, felony act\n  Everybody get the fuck up, welcome me back\n  I'm the unseen hand that controls 200 niggaz\n  Parked while on the street out of unseen vans\n  I'm the law of the land, the rawness of man\n  That'll show up on stage, puffin' on contraband\n  Capture, duct tape rapture, slapped ya\n  Served up my Venus and Serenas, cocked back\n  Clapped ya - to Internet emcees I'm virus\n  I'm a warrior, niggaz screamin' \"Bumpy shot Cyrus\"\n  I'm checked in to every hotel that you lay in\n  Niggaz come to my suite to pick up heat\n  Y'all know who wrote the bible in rap, for keepin it real\n  Y'all know who buck fifty your face, I'm keepin concealed\n  It's capture, get out the truck, I'm keepin' your wheels\n  You've?, 'cause you've got a gun you never conceal\n  I leave my hardcore demeanor in every rap arena\n  And underground club that I play in\n  I spit raw verses that y'all ain't sayin'\n  'Cause your soul was bought for what they payin'\n  You wanna have Bumpy's heart you got to have Bumpy's chest\n  I'll bust right 'till I find just Bumpy left\n  I'll bust mics 'till I have just enough breath\n  To take your heart, it's thug grand death\n  CAPTURE!\n"},{"id":34811503,"name":"Capture (Militia Pt. 3)","trackName":"Capture (Militia Pt. 3)","artistName":"Gang Starr","albumName":"The Ownerz (Instrumental)","duration":202.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(DJ Premier)\n\"Give a nigga pain\" -> Big Shug\n\"Listen to a brother who knows\" -> Guru\n\"Give a nigga pain\" -> Big Shug\n\"It's the real... it's the Militia\"\n\n(Big Shug)\nFirst name vete-, last name -ran\nI drop bombs hit you with the curse of? Jevron?\nBroken arms, shattered glasses, whipped asses\nI advise you to tell us where the cash is\nItchy fingers cause nothing but gun fire\nWe disallow all these cats in the camp\nWe the champs, not really to boast and brag\nBustin' heads, body bags and toe tags\nBlack mags to blow your whole chest in half\nIf you don't know the equation then you can't do the math\nI know you cram to understand the plan, but you too\nCaught up in the rapture, front and we will capture\nSee men and strap ya, cock back and blast ya\nBlow up your fuckin' house while we still lookin' at ya\nMilitia man... man part three\n\n(DJ Premier)\n\"Put your money in the bank, and hold rank\"\n\"Give a nigga pain\" -> Big Shug\n\"Listen to a brother who knows\" -> Guru\n\"I push these lyrics through any emcee\nAnd make it burn (burn)\" -> Freddie Foxxx\n\"Put your money in the bank, and hold rank\"\n\"Give a nigga pain\" -> Big Shug\n\"Listen to a brother who knows\" -> Guru\n\"It's the militia\" -> Freddie Foxxx\n\n(Guru)\nJust to feed the babies I'll infect you like rabies\nWith a lust for the gravy, you know the god must be crazy\nI'm sick with it, I'm built with stilts for you midgets\nWhile you fidget, you could get kill't for your digits\nI'll creep on the low, keep it a secret yo\nI swore an oath to dump on you, out the Jeep window\nI don't care if you a geek or a thug, you sleepin' on us\nAnd you could catch it, some royal heat from the snub\nSince the streets is watchin' niggaz might see us often\nWe told you rap cats we would keep it poppin'\nSee all I got is a lot of bad news for y'all\nYou're gonna need more than a lot of tattoos on y'all\nYou got an army, you still ain't got no wins against us\nYou're gonna need more than doo rags and Timb's against us\nAnd fuck your goons 'cause we always get what we're after\nWe bought you this book of torture, this one is Capture\n\n(DJ Premier)\n\"Put your money in the bank, and hold rank\"\n\"Give a nigga pain\" -> Big Shug\n\"Listen to a brother who knows\" -> Guru\n\"It's the militia\" -> Freddie Foxxx\n\n(Freddie Foxxx)\nThere's one ripped out the frame, felony act\nEverybody get the fuck up, welcome me back\nI'm the unseen hand that controls 200 niggaz\nParked while on the street out of unseen vans\nI'm the law of the land, the rawness of man\nThat'll show up on stage, puffin' on contraband\nCapture, duct tape rapture, slapped ya\nServed up my Venus and Serenas, cocked back\nClapped ya - to Internet emcees I'm virus\nI'm a warrior, niggaz screamin' \"Bumpy shot Cyrus\"\nI'm checked in to every hotel that you lay in\nNiggaz come to my suite to pick up heat\nY'all know who wrote the bible in rap, for keepin it real\nY'all know who buck fifty your face, I'm keepin concealed\nIt's capture, get out the truck, I'm keepin' your wheels\nYou've?, 'cause you've got a gun you never conceal\nI leave my hardcore demeanor in every rap arena\nAnd underground club that I play in\nI spit raw verses that y'all ain't sayin'\n'Cause your soul was bought for what they payin'\nYou wanna have Bumpy's heart you got to have Bumpy's chest\nI'll bust right 'till I find just Bumpy left\nI'll bust mics 'till I have just enough breath\nTo take your heart, it's thug grand death\nCAPTURE!","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.95] (DJ Premier)\n[00:04.59] \"Give a nigga pain\" -> Big Shug\n[00:08.13] \"Listen to a brother who knows\" -> Guru\n[00:10.82] \"Give a nigga pain\" -> Big Shug\n[00:15.33] \"It's the real... it's the Militia\"\n[00:18.99] (Big Shug)\n[00:19.83] First name vete-, last name -ran\n[00:22.60] I drop bombs hit you with the curse of? Jevron?\n[00:25.32] Broken arms, shattered glasses, whipped asses\n[00:28.03] I advise you to tell us where the cash is\n[00:30.78] Itchy fingers cause nothing but gun fire\n[00:33.47] We disallow all these cats in the camp\n[00:35.25] We the champs, not really to boast and brag\n[00:38.00] Bustin' heads, body bags and toe tags\n[00:40.73] Black mags to blow your whole chest in half\n[00:43.47] If you don't know the equation then you can't do the math\n[00:46.16] I know you cram to understand the plan, but you too\n[00:48.85] Caught up in the rapture, front and we will capture\n[00:51.53] See men and strap ya, cock back and blast ya\n[00:53.35] Blow up your fuckin' house while we still lookin' at ya\n[00:56.04] Militia man... man part three\n[00:58.70] (DJ Premier)\n[01:02.36] \"Put your money in the bank, and hold rank\"\n[01:04.17] \"Give a nigga pain\" -> Big Shug\n[01:07.71] \"Listen to a brother who knows\" -> Guru\n[01:09.59] \"I push these lyrics through any emcee\n[01:11.45] And make it burn (burn)\" -> Freddie Foxxx\n[01:12.31] \"Put your money in the bank, and hold rank\"\n[01:14.13] \"Give a nigga pain\" -> Big Shug\n[01:17.71] \"Listen to a brother who knows\" -> Guru\n[01:19.58] \"It's the militia\" -> Freddie Foxxx\n[01:22.29] (Guru)\n[01:23.19] Just to feed the babies I'll infect you like rabies\n[01:25.09] With a lust for the gravy, you know the god must be crazy\n[01:27.72] I'm sick with it, I'm built with stilts for you midgets\n[01:30.43] While you fidget, you could get kill't for your digits\n[01:32.28] I'll creep on the low, keep it a secret yo\n[01:34.95] I swore an oath to dump on you, out the Jeep window\n[01:37.64] I don't care if you a geek or a thug, you sleepin' on us\n[01:40.30] And you could catch it, some royal heat from the snub\n[01:43.09] Since the streets is watchin' niggaz might see us often\n[01:45.82] We told you rap cats we would keep it poppin'\n[01:47.68] See all I got is a lot of bad news for y'all\n[01:50.35] You're gonna need more than a lot of tattoos on y'all\n[01:53.02] You got an army, you still ain't got no wins against us\n[01:55.71] You're gonna need more than doo rags and Timb's against us\n[01:58.42] And fuck your goons 'cause we always get what we're after\n[02:01.19] We bought you this book of torture, this one is Capture\n[02:03.97] (DJ Premier)\n[02:04.85] \"Put your money in the bank, and hold rank\"\n[02:06.64] \"Give a nigga pain\" -> Big Shug\n[02:09.31] \"Listen to a brother who knows\" -> Guru\n[02:11.15] \"It's the militia\" -> Freddie Foxxx\n[02:13.80] (Freddie Foxxx)\n[02:14.78] There's one ripped out the frame, felony act\n[02:16.56] Everybody get the fuck up, welcome me back\n[02:19.28] I'm the unseen hand that controls 200 niggaz\n[02:21.94] Parked while on the street out of unseen vans\n[02:24.68] I'm the law of the land, the rawness of man\n[02:26.52] That'll show up on stage, puffin' on contraband\n[02:30.15] Capture, duct tape rapture, slapped ya\n[02:31.97] Served up my Venus and Serenas, cocked back\n[02:34.61] Clapped ya - to Internet emcees I'm virus\n[02:37.35] I'm a warrior, niggaz screamin' \"Bumpy shot Cyrus\"\n[02:40.05] I'm checked in to every hotel that you lay in\n[02:42.73] Niggaz come to my suite to pick up heat\n[02:44.68] Y'all know who wrote the bible in rap, for keepin it real\n[02:47.34] Y'all know who buck fifty your face, I'm keepin concealed\n[02:50.09] It's capture, get out the truck, I'm keepin' your wheels\n[02:52.72] You've?, 'cause you've got a gun you never conceal\n[02:55.44] I leave my hardcore demeanor in every rap arena\n[02:58.18] And underground club that I play in\n[03:00.85] I spit raw verses that y'all ain't sayin'\n[03:02.73] 'Cause your soul was bought for what they payin'\n[03:05.43] You wanna have Bumpy's heart you got to have Bumpy's chest\n[03:08.18] I'll bust right 'till I find just Bumpy left\n[03:10.85] I'll bust mics 'till I have just enough breath\n[03:13.55] To take your heart, it's thug grand death\n[03:16.27] CAPTURE!\n[03:18.92] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Capture (Militia Pt. 3)\n  artist: Gang Starr\n  album: The Ownerz (Instrumental)\n  duration_ms: 202000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: (DJ Premier)\n  start_ms: 950\n  end_ms: 4590\n- text: '\"Give a nigga pain\" -> Big Shug'\n  start_ms: 4590\n  end_ms: 8130\n- text: '\"Listen to a brother who knows\" -> Guru'\n  start_ms: 8130\n  end_ms: 10820\n- text: '\"Give a nigga pain\" -> Big Shug'\n  start_ms: 10820\n  end_ms: 15330\n- text: '\"It''s the real... it''s the Militia\"'\n  start_ms: 15330\n  end_ms: 18990\n- text: (Big Shug)\n  start_ms: 18990\n  end_ms: 19830\n- text: First name vete-, last name -ran\n  start_ms: 19830\n  end_ms: 22600\n- text: I drop bombs hit you with the curse of? 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Jevron?\nBroken arms, shattered glasses, whipped asses\nI advise you to tell us where the cash is\nItchy fingers cause nothing but gun fire\nWe disallow all these cats in the camp\nWe the champs, not really to boast and brag\nBustin' heads, body bags and toe tags\nBlack mags to blow your whole chest in half\nIf you don't know the equation then you can't do the math\nI know you cram to understand the plan, but you too\nCaught up in the rapture, front and we will capture\nSee men and strap ya, cock back and blast ya\nBlow up your fuckin' house while we still lookin' at ya\nMilitia man... man part three\n\n(DJ Premier)\n\"Put your money in the bank, and hold rank\"\n\"Give a nigga pain\" -> Big Shug\n\"Listen to a brother who knows\" -> Guru\n\"I push these lyrics through any emcee\nand make it burn (burn)\" -> Freddie Foxxx\n\"Put your money in the bank, and hold rank\"\n\"Give a nigga pain\" -> Big Shug\n\"Listen to a brother who knows\" -> Guru\n\"It's the militia\" -> Freddie Foxxx\n\n(Guru)\nJust to feed the babies I'll infect you like rabies\nWith a lust for the gravy, you know the god must be crazy\nI'm sick with it, I'm built with stilts for you midgets\nWhile you fidget, you could get kill't for your digits\nI'll creep on the low, keep it a secret yo\nI swore an oath to dump on you, out the Jeep window\nI don't care if you a geek or a thug, you sleepin' on us\nAnd you could catch it, some royal heat from the snub\nSince the streets is watchin' niggaz might see us often\nWe told you rap cats we would keep it poppin'\nSee all I got is a lot of bad news for y'all\nYou're gonna need more than a lot of tattoos on y'all\nYou got an army, you still ain't got no wins against us\nYou're gonna need more than doo rags and Timb's against us\nAnd fuck your goons 'cause we always get what we're after\nWe bought you this book of torture, this one is Capture\n\n(DJ Premier)\n\"Put your money in the bank, and hold rank\"\n\"Give a nigga pain\" -> Big Shug\n\"Listen to a brother who knows\" -> Guru\n\"It's the militia\" -> Freddie Foxxx\n\n(Freddie Foxxx)\nThere's one ripped out the frame, felony act\nEverybody get the fuck up, welcome me back\nI'm the unseen hand that controls 200 niggaz\nParked while on the street out of unseen vans\nI'm the law of the land, the rawness of man\nThat'll show up on stage, puffin' on contraband\nCapture, duct tape rapture, slapped ya\nServed up my Venus and Serenas, cocked back\nClapped ya - to Internet emcees I'm virus\nI'm a warrior, niggaz screamin' \"Bumpy shot Cyrus\"\nI'm checked in to every hotel that you lay in\nNiggaz come to my suite to pick up heat\nY'all know who wrote the bible in rap, for keepin it real\nY'all know who buck fifty your face, I'm keepin concealed\nIt's capture, get out the truck, I'm keepin' your wheels\nYou've?, 'cause you've got a gun you never conceal\nI leave my hardcore demeanor in every rap arena\nAnd underground club that I play in\nI spit raw verses that y'all ain't sayin'\n'Cause your soul was bought for what they payin'\nYou wanna have Bumpy's heart you got to have Bumpy's chest\nI'll bust right 'till I find just Bumpy left\nI'll bust mics 'till I have just enough breath\nTo take your heart, it's thug grand death\nCAPTURE!","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.95] (DJ Premier)\n[00:04.59] \"Give a nigga pain\" -> Big Shug\n[00:08.13] \"Listen to a brother who knows\" -> Guru\n[00:10.82] \"Give a nigga pain\" -> Big Shug\n[00:15.33] \"It's the real... it's the Militia\"\n[00:18.99] (Big Shug)\n[00:19.83] First name vete-, last name -ran\n[00:22.60] I drop bombs hit you with the curse of? 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Jevron?\n  start_ms: 22600\n  end_ms: 25320\n- text: Broken arms, shattered glasses, whipped asses\n  start_ms: 25320\n  end_ms: 28030\n- text: I advise you to tell us where the cash is\n  start_ms: 28030\n  end_ms: 30780\n- text: Itchy fingers cause nothing but gun fire\n  start_ms: 30780\n  end_ms: 33470\n- text: We disallow all these cats in the camp\n  start_ms: 33470\n  end_ms: 35250\n- text: We the champs, not really to boast and brag\n  start_ms: 35250\n  end_ms: 38000\n- text: Bustin' heads, body bags and toe tags\n  start_ms: 38000\n  end_ms: 40730\n- text: Black mags to blow your whole chest in half\n  start_ms: 40730\n  end_ms: 43470\n- text: If you don't know the equation then you can't do the math\n  start_ms: 43470\n  end_ms: 46160\n- text: I know you cram to understand the plan, but you too\n  start_ms: 46160\n  end_ms: 48850\n- text: Caught up in the rapture, front and we will capture\n  start_ms: 48850\n  end_ms: 51530\n- text: See men and strap ya, cock back and blast ya\n  start_ms: 51530\n  end_ms: 53350\n- text: Blow up your fuckin' house while we still lookin' at ya\n  start_ms: 53350\n  end_ms: 56040\n- text: Militia man... man part three\n  start_ms: 56040\n  end_ms: 58700\n- text: (DJ Premier)\n  start_ms: 58700\n  end_ms: 62360\n- text: '\"Put your money in the bank, and hold rank\"'\n  start_ms: 62360\n  end_ms: 64170\n- text: '\"Give a nigga pain\" -> Big Shug'\n  start_ms: 64170\n  end_ms: 67710\n- text: '\"Listen to a brother who knows\" -> Guru'\n  start_ms: 67710\n  end_ms: 69590\n- text: '\"I push these lyrics through any emcee'\n  start_ms: 69590\n  end_ms: 71450\n- text: and make it burn (burn)\" -> Freddie Foxxx\n  start_ms: 71450\n  end_ms: 72310\n- text: '\"Put your money in the bank, and hold rank\"'\n  start_ms: 72310\n  end_ms: 74130\n- text: '\"Give a nigga pain\" -> Big Shug'\n  start_ms: 74130\n  end_ms: 77710\n- text: '\"Listen to a brother who knows\" -> Guru'\n  start_ms: 77710\n  end_ms: 79580\n- text: '\"It''s the militia\" -> Freddie Foxxx'\n  start_ms: 79580\n  end_ms: 82290\n- text: (Guru)\n  start_ms: 82290\n  end_ms: 83190\n- text: Just to feed the babies I'll infect you like rabies\n  start_ms: 83190\n  end_ms: 85090\n- text: With a lust for the gravy, you know the god must be crazy\n  start_ms: 85090\n  end_ms: 87720\n- text: I'm sick with it, I'm built with stilts for you midgets\n  start_ms: 87720\n  end_ms: 90430\n- text: While you fidget, you could get kill't for your digits\n  start_ms: 90430\n  end_ms: 92280\n- text: I'll creep on the low, keep it a secret yo\n  start_ms: 92280\n  end_ms: 94950\n- text: I swore an oath to dump on you, out the Jeep window\n  start_ms: 94950\n  end_ms: 97640\n- text: I don't care if you a geek or a thug, you sleepin' on us\n  start_ms: 97640\n  end_ms: 100300\n- text: And you could catch it, some royal heat from the snub\n  start_ms: 100300\n  end_ms: 103090\n- text: Since the streets is watchin' niggaz might see us often\n  start_ms: 103090\n  end_ms: 105820\n- text: We told you rap cats we would keep it poppin'\n  start_ms: 105820\n  end_ms: 107680\n- text: See all I got is a lot of bad news for y'all\n  start_ms: 107680\n  end_ms: 110350\n- text: You're gonna need more than a lot of tattoos on y'all\n  start_ms: 110350\n  end_ms: 113020\n- text: You got an army, you still ain't got no wins against us\n  start_ms: 113020\n  end_ms: 115710\n- text: You're gonna need more than doo rags and Timb's against us\n  start_ms: 115710\n  end_ms: 118420\n- text: And fuck your goons 'cause we always get what we're after\n  start_ms: 118420\n  end_ms: 121190\n- text: We bought you this book of torture, this one is Capture\n  start_ms: 121190\n  end_ms: 123970\n- text: (DJ Premier)\n  start_ms: 123970\n  end_ms: 124850\n- text: '\"Put your money in the bank, and hold rank\"'\n  start_ms: 124850\n  end_ms: 126640\n- text: '\"Give a nigga pain\" -> Big Shug'\n  start_ms: 126640\n  end_ms: 129310\n- text: '\"Listen to a brother who knows\" -> Guru'\n  start_ms: 129310\n  end_ms: 131150\n- text: '\"It''s the militia\" -> Freddie Foxxx'\n  start_ms: 131150\n  end_ms: 133800\n- text: (Freddie Foxxx)\n  start_ms: 133800\n  end_ms: 134780\n- text: There's one ripped out the frame, felony act\n  start_ms: 134780\n  end_ms: 136560\n- text: Everybody get the fuck up, welcome me back\n  start_ms: 136560\n  end_ms: 139280\n- text: I'm the unseen hand that controls 200 niggaz\n  start_ms: 139280\n  end_ms: 141940\n- text: Parked while on the street out of unseen vans\n  start_ms: 141940\n  end_ms: 144680\n- text: I'm the law of the land, the rawness of man\n  start_ms: 144680\n  end_ms: 146520\n- text: That'll show up on stage, puffin' on contraband\n  start_ms: 146520\n  end_ms: 150150\n- text: Capture, duct tape rapture, slapped ya\n  start_ms: 150150\n  end_ms: 151970\n- text: Served up my Venus and Serenas, cocked back\n  start_ms: 151970\n  end_ms: 154610\n- text: Clapped ya - to Internet emcees I'm virus\n  start_ms: 154610\n  end_ms: 157350\n- text: I'm a warrior, niggaz screamin' \"Bumpy shot Cyrus\"\n  start_ms: 157350\n  end_ms: 160050\n- text: I'm checked in to every hotel that you lay in\n  start_ms: 160050\n  end_ms: 162730\n- text: Niggaz come to my suite to pick up heat\n  start_ms: 162730\n  end_ms: 164680\n- text: Y'all know who wrote the bible in rap, for keepin it real\n  start_ms: 164680\n  end_ms: 167340\n- text: Y'all know who buck fifty your face, I'm keepin concealed\n  start_ms: 167340\n  end_ms: 170090\n- text: It's capture, get out the truck, I'm keepin' your wheels\n  start_ms: 170090\n  end_ms: 172720\n- text: You've?, 'cause you've got a gun you never conceal\n  start_ms: 172720\n  end_ms: 175440\n- text: I leave my hardcore demeanor in every rap arena\n  start_ms: 175440\n  end_ms: 178180\n- text: And underground club that I play in\n  start_ms: 178180\n  end_ms: 180850\n- text: I spit raw verses that y'all ain't sayin'\n  start_ms: 180850\n  end_ms: 182730\n- text: '''Cause your soul was bought for what they payin'''\n  start_ms: 182730\n  end_ms: 185430\n- text: You wanna have Bumpy's heart you got to have Bumpy's chest\n  start_ms: 185430\n  end_ms: 188180\n- text: I'll bust right 'till I find just Bumpy left\n  start_ms: 188180\n  end_ms: 190850\n- text: I'll bust mics 'till I have just enough breath\n  start_ms: 190850\n  end_ms: 193550\n- text: To take your heart, it's thug grand death\n  start_ms: 193550\n  end_ms: 196270\n- text: CAPTURE!\n  start_ms: 196270\n  end_ms: 198920\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 198920\nplain: |-\n  (DJ Premier)\n  \"Give a nigga pain\" -> Big Shug\n  \"Listen to a brother who knows\" -> Guru\n  \"Give a nigga pain\" -> Big Shug\n  \"It's the real... it's the Militia\"\n\n  (Big Shug)\n  First name vete-, last name -ran\n  I drop bombs hit you with the curse of? Jevron?\n  Broken arms, shattered glasses, whipped asses\n  I advise you to tell us where the cash is\n  Itchy fingers cause nothing but gun fire\n  We disallow all these cats in the camp\n  We the champs, not really to boast and brag\n  Bustin' heads, body bags and toe tags\n  Black mags to blow your whole chest in half\n  If you don't know the equation then you can't do the math\n  I know you cram to understand the plan, but you too\n  Caught up in the rapture, front and we will capture\n  See men and strap ya, cock back and blast ya\n  Blow up your fuckin' house while we still lookin' at ya\n  Militia man... man part three\n\n  (DJ Premier)\n  \"Put your money in the bank, and hold rank\"\n  \"Give a nigga pain\" -> Big Shug\n  \"Listen to a brother who knows\" -> Guru\n  \"I push these lyrics through any emcee\n  and make it burn (burn)\" -> Freddie Foxxx\n  \"Put your money in the bank, and hold rank\"\n  \"Give a nigga pain\" -> Big Shug\n  \"Listen to a brother who knows\" -> Guru\n  \"It's the militia\" -> Freddie Foxxx\n\n  (Guru)\n  Just to feed the babies I'll infect you like rabies\n  With a lust for the gravy, you know the god must be crazy\n  I'm sick with it, I'm built with stilts for you midgets\n  While you fidget, you could get kill't for your digits\n  I'll creep on the low, keep it a secret yo\n  I swore an oath to dump on you, out the Jeep window\n  I don't care if you a geek or a thug, you sleepin' on us\n  And you could catch it, some royal heat from the snub\n  Since the streets is watchin' niggaz might see us often\n  We told you rap cats we would keep it poppin'\n  See all I got is a lot of bad news for y'all\n  You're gonna need more than a lot of tattoos on y'all\n  You got an army, you still ain't got no wins against us\n  You're gonna need more than doo rags and Timb's against us\n  And fuck your goons 'cause we always get what we're after\n  We bought you this book of torture, this one is Capture\n\n  (DJ Premier)\n  \"Put your money in the bank, and hold rank\"\n  \"Give a nigga pain\" -> Big Shug\n  \"Listen to a brother who knows\" -> Guru\n  \"It's the militia\" -> Freddie Foxxx\n\n  (Freddie Foxxx)\n  There's one ripped out the frame, felony act\n  Everybody get the fuck up, welcome me back\n  I'm the unseen hand that controls 200 niggaz\n  Parked while on the street out of unseen vans\n  I'm the law of the land, the rawness of man\n  That'll show up on stage, puffin' on contraband\n  Capture, duct tape rapture, slapped ya\n  Served up my Venus and Serenas, cocked back\n  Clapped ya - to Internet emcees I'm virus\n  I'm a warrior, niggaz screamin' \"Bumpy shot Cyrus\"\n  I'm checked in to every hotel that you lay in\n  Niggaz come to my suite to pick up heat\n  Y'all know who wrote the bible in rap, for keepin it real\n  Y'all know who buck fifty your face, I'm keepin concealed\n  It's capture, get out the truck, I'm keepin' your wheels\n  You've?, 'cause you've got a gun you never conceal\n  I leave my hardcore demeanor in every rap arena\n  And underground club that I play in\n  I spit raw verses that y'all ain't sayin'\n  'Cause your soul was bought for what they payin'\n  You wanna have Bumpy's heart you got to have Bumpy's chest\n  I'll bust right 'till I find just Bumpy left\n  I'll bust mics 'till I have just enough breath\n  To take your heart, it's thug grand death\n  CAPTURE!\n"}]