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Your bell went rung rung rung!\nStaple-Land's where the ambulance don't come\n\nYeah, you see what I mean?\nYou see what I mean, you motherfuckin crybabies?\nGet in line punk! You should be studyin your odds\nInstead of studyin me!\n\nThat's how you lost your first job punk\nNow get in line, for you get your lil' thick-ass tossed up!\nShit! I studied under Bruce Lee nigga\nHe was on the fourth, I was on the third\n\nPass me a honey-dipped spliff\nBlack mental cause continental drift\nOne whiff of Pow U gets my Divine stiff\nBrick rock, late night, hear the tick tock of my clock\n\nI used to run up and pick, a crab lock\nHit his stash, dip back, to the Lab, make him flip\nUptown, Boo-doop, now we back on your ass\nIncognito, fatal aikido blow, pop a needle\n\nDick a knock-knee hoe, bust out her fetal\nNine inch long strong, Bobby pop the bitch thongs\nSpit on her, then I banged on my chest like Kong King\nMerciless Meng, point the killa bee sting\n\nRing Dingd, right through your head, bing\nSnap the wing off of bats, my battleaxe tongue hacks tracks\nOnce the ball drop, I'ma snatch ten jacks\nPass the crack to a niggarette, puff a looseleaf cigarette\n\nWhile your man search the internet for Bob Digitech in Stereo\nCrazy as Shapiro\nMultiply myself ten times standin next to zero\nAnd snap my fingers like the Fonz\n\nAnd bag me a golden bronze skinned girl with the honey blonde\nDip hair, make a nigga flip in his chair\nHad the armpit shaved off perfect with the Nair\nStomach fat as a pancake for her man's sake\n\nUsed to fuck her when she menestrate\nBut it made her hyperventilate\nBrooklyn\nI know, I know, I know, I know\nQueens\n\nI know, I know, I know, I know\nShylin\nI know, I know, I know, I know...\nBronx\nI know, I know, I know, I know\n\nJersey\nI know, I know, I know\nLong Island\nI know, I know, I know, I know...\nBreak it down","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.95] Yeah, whassup y'all, whassup?\n[00:04.40] This is Ghostface, straight from Staten Island\n[00:07.35] You know, I don't really mean no harm\n[00:11.93] But it just happens you know\n[00:13.47] When I step approach a motherfuckin wack nigga\n[00:16.11] That tryin to spit his darts and can't spit 'em\n[00:19.24] Check it out though, ay, oh\n[00:21.72] Scientific, my hand kissed it\n[00:23.44] Robotic let's think optimistic\n[00:25.12] You probably missed it, watch me dolly dick it\n[00:26.94] Scotty watty cop it to me, big microphone hippie\n[00:29.99] Hit Poughkepsie crispy chicken verbs throw up a stone richie\n[00:32.10] Chop the O, sprinkle a lil' snow inside a Optimo\n[00:35.28] Swing the John McEnroe, rap rock'n'roll\n[00:38.08] Tidy Bowl, gung-ho pro, Starsky with the gumsole\n[00:40.66] Hit the rump slow, parole kids, live Rapunzel\n[00:43.34] But Ton' stizzy really high, the vivid laser eye guide\n[00:46.30] Jump in the Harley ride, Clarks I freak a lemon pie\n[00:48.95] I'm bout it, bout it, Lord forgive me, Ms. Sally shouted\n[00:51.62] Tracey got shot in the face, my house was overcrowded\n[00:54.70] You fake cats done heard it first\n[00:56.45] On how I shitted on your turf\n[00:58.13] At times, Cuban Link verse yo\n[01:00.43] Check out the rap kingpin, summertime fine jewelry drippin\n[01:03.64] Face in the box, I seen your ear twitchin\n[01:05.48] As soon as I drove off, Cap' came to me with three sawed-offs\n[01:08.74] Give one to Rae', let's season they broth\n[01:10.99] Lightning rod fever heaters, knock-kneeder Sheeba for hiva\n[01:13.94] Diva got rocked from the receiver bleeder\n[01:16.55] Portfolio, lookin fancy in the pantry\n[01:18.70] My man got bigger dimes son, your shit is scampi\n[01:21.60] Base that, throw what's in your mouth, don't waste that\n[01:24.35] See Ghost lampin in the throne with King Tut hat\n[01:27.35] Straight off, yeah, yeah\n[01:32.71] I just wan't y'all niggaz\n[01:33.73] To smack all y'all niggaz, and niggarettes\n[01:38.57] Universal death threats, yeah\n[01:42.26] This be the God Body, yeah no doubt\n[01:47.46] Judge Wise\n[01:48.80] Ay, oh spiced out Calvin Coolidge, loungin with 7 duelers\n[01:51.87] The Great Adventures of Slick, lickin with 6 rugers\n[01:54.31] Rock those, big boy Bulotti's out of Woodridge\n[01:56.99] Porch for the biggest beer, season giraffe ribs\n[01:59.86] Rotissiere ropes, hickory scented mint scented glaze\n[02:02.68] Perfected find truth within self, let's smoke\n[02:05.18] All hail to my hands, 50 thou' appraisal\n[02:08.02] Dirty nose with the nasal drip, click flipped on fam\n[02:10.62] Dancin with Blanch and them bitches, flickin goose pictures\n[02:13.78] Kick down the ace of spades, snatch Jack riches\n[02:16.17] Olsive compulsive lies flies with my name on it\n[02:19.25] Dick made the cover now count, how many veins on it\n[02:21.96] Scooby snack jurassic plastic gas booby trap\n[02:24.41] Ten years workin for me, you wanna tap shit?\n[02:27.16] Bung bung bung! Your bell went rung rung rung!\n[02:30.08] Staple-Land's where the ambulance don't come\n[02:32.66] Yeah, you see what I mean?\n[02:34.66] You see what I mean, you motherfuckin crybabies?\n[02:37.94] Get in line punk! You should be studyin your odds\n[02:41.64] Instead of studyin me!\n[02:43.60] That's how you lost your first job punk\n[02:45.78] Now get in line, for you get your lil' thick-ass tossed up!\n[02:49.14] Shit! I studied under Bruce Lee nigga\n[02:52.50] He was on the fourth, I was on the third\n[02:54.34] Pass me a honey-dipped spliff\n[02:55.69] Black mental cause continental drift\n[02:57.41] One whiff of Pow U gets my Divine stiff\n[02:59.87] Brick rock, late night, hear the tick tock of my clock\n[03:03.05] I used to run up and pick, a crab lock\n[03:05.17] Hit his stash, dip back, to the Lab, make him flip\n[03:07.62] Uptown, Boo-doop, now we back on your ass\n[03:10.66] Incognito, fatal aikido blow, pop a needle\n[03:13.74] Dick a knock-knee hoe, bust out her fetal\n[03:16.03] Nine inch long strong, Bobby pop the bitch thongs\n[03:19.05] Spit on her, then I banged on my chest like Kong King\n[03:22.41] Merciless Meng, point the killa bee sting\n[03:24.41] Ring Dingd, right through your head, bing\n[03:26.72] Snap the wing off of bats, my battleaxe tongue hacks tracks\n[03:30.13] Once the ball drop, I'ma snatch ten jacks\n[03:32.43] Pass the crack to a niggarette, puff a looseleaf cigarette\n[03:35.99] While your man search the internet for Bob Digitech in Stereo\n[03:39.19] Crazy as Shapiro\n[03:40.67] Multiply myself ten times standin next to zero\n[03:43.36] And snap my fingers like the Fonz\n[03:44.90] And bag me a golden bronze skinned girl with the honey blonde\n[03:48.83] Dip hair, make a nigga flip in his chair\n[03:51.25] Had the armpit shaved off perfect with the Nair\n[03:54.27] Stomach fat as a pancake for her man's sake\n[03:57.09] Used to fuck her when she menestrate\n[03:58.28] But it made her hyperventilate\n[03:59.80] Brooklyn\n[04:00.89] I know, I know, I know, I know\n[04:03.16] Queens\n[04:03.75] I know, I know, I know, I know\n[04:05.40] Shylin\n[04:06.40] I know, I know, I know, I know...\n[04:10.73] Bronx\n[04:11.60] I know, I know, I know, I know\n[04:13.96] Jersey\n[04:14.69] I know, I know, I know\n[04:16.07] Long Island\n[04:17.40] I know, I know, I know, I know...\n[04:20.84] Break it down\n[04:21.61] ","lyricsfile":"version: 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inside a Optimo\n  Swing the John McEnroe, rap rock'n'roll\n  Tidy Bowl, gung-ho pro, Starsky with the gumsole\n\n  Hit the rump slow, parole kids, live Rapunzel\n  But Ton' stizzy really high, the vivid laser eye guide\n  Jump in the Harley ride, Clarks I freak a lemon pie\n  I'm bout it, bout it, Lord forgive me, Ms. Sally shouted\n\n  Tracey got shot in the face, my house was overcrowded\n  You fake cats done heard it first\n  On how I shitted on your turf\n  At times, Cuban Link verse yo\n\n  Check out the rap kingpin, summertime fine jewelry drippin\n  Face in the box, I seen your ear twitchin\n  As soon as I drove off, Cap' came to me with three sawed-offs\n  Give one to Rae', let's season they broth\n\n  Lightning rod fever heaters, knock-kneeder Sheeba for hiva\n  Diva got rocked from the receiver bleeder\n  Portfolio, lookin fancy in the pantry\n  My man got bigger dimes son, your shit is scampi\n  Base that, throw what's in your mouth, don't waste that\n  See Ghost lampin in the throne with King Tut hat\n\n  Straight off, yeah, yeah\n  I just wan't y'all niggaz\n  To smack all y'all niggaz, and niggarettes\n  Universal death threats, yeah\n  This be the God Body, yeah no doubt\n  Judge Wise\n\n  Ay, oh spiced out Calvin Coolidge, loungin with 7 duelers\n  The Great Adventures of Slick, lickin with 6 rugers\n  Rock those, big boy Bulotti's out of Woodridge\n  Porch for the biggest beer, season giraffe ribs\n\n  Rotissiere ropes, hickory scented mint scented glaze\n  Perfected find truth within self, let's smoke\n  All hail to my hands, 50 thou' appraisal\n  Dirty nose with the nasal drip, click flipped on fam\n\n  Dancin with Blanch and them bitches, flickin goose pictures\n  Kick down the ace of spades, snatch Jack riches\n  Olsive compulsive lies flies with my name on it\n  Dick made the cover now count, how many veins on it\n\n  Scooby snack jurassic plastic gas booby trap\n  Ten years workin for me, you wanna tap shit?\n  Bung bung bung! 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Your bell went rung rung rung!\nStaple-Land's where the ambulance don't come\n\nYeah, you see what I mean?\nYou see what I mean, you motherfuckin crybabies?\nGet in line punk! You should be studyin your odds\nInstead of studyin me!\n\nThat's how you lost your first job punk\nNow get in line, for you get your lil' thick-ass tossed up!\nShit! 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Your bell went rung rung rung!\nStaple-Land's where the ambulance don't come\n\nYeah, you see what I mean?\nYou see what I mean, you motherfuckin crybabies?\nGet in line punk! You should be studyin your odds\nInstead of studyin me!\n\nThat's how you lost your first job punk\nNow get in line, for you get your lil' thick-ass tossed up!\nShit! 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Your bell went rung rung rung!\nStaple-Land's where the ambulance don't come\n\nYeah, you see what I mean?\nYou see what I mean, you motherfuckin crybabies?\nGet in line punk! You should be studyin your odds\nInstead of studyin me!\n\nThat's how you lost your first job punk\nNow get in line, for you get your lil' thick-ass tossed up!\nShit! 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Your bell went rung rung rung!\n[02:30.08] Staple-Land's where the ambulance don't come\n[02:32.66] Yeah, you see what I mean?\n[02:34.66] You see what I mean, you motherfuckin crybabies?\n[02:37.94] Get in line punk! You should be studyin your odds\n[02:41.64] Instead of studyin me!\n[02:43.60] That's how you lost your first job punk\n[02:45.78] Now get in line, for you get your lil' thick-ass tossed up!\n[02:49.14] Shit! 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inside a Optimo\n  Swing the John McEnroe, rap rock'n'roll\n  Tidy Bowl, gung-ho pro, Starsky with the gumsole\n\n  Hit the rump slow, parole kids, live Rapunzel\n  But Ton' stizzy really high, the vivid laser eye guide\n  Jump in the Harley ride, Clarks I freak a lemon pie\n  I'm bout it, bout it, Lord forgive me, Ms. Sally shouted\n\n  Tracey got shot in the face, my house was overcrowded\n  You fake cats done heard it first\n  On how I shitted on your turf\n  At times, Cuban Link verse yo\n\n  Check out the rap kingpin, summertime fine jewelry drippin\n  Face in the box, I seen your ear twitchin\n  As soon as I drove off, Cap' came to me with three sawed-offs\n  Give one to Rae', let's season they broth\n\n  Lightning rod fever heaters, knock-kneeder Sheeba for hiva\n  Diva got rocked from the receiver bleeder\n  Portfolio, lookin fancy in the pantry\n  My man got bigger dimes son, your shit is scampi\n  Base that, throw what's in your mouth, don't waste that\n  See Ghost lampin in 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Your bell went rung rung rung!\nStaple-Land's where the ambulance don't come\n\nYeah, you see what I mean?\nYou see what I mean, you motherfuckin crybabies?\nGet in line punk! You should be studyin your odds\nInstead of studyin me!\n\nThat's how you lost your first job punk\nNow get in line, for you get your lil' thick-ass tossed up!\nShit! 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Your bell went rung rung rung!\nStaple-Land's where the ambulance don't come\n\nYeah, you see what I mean?\nYou see what I mean, you motherfuckin crybabies?\nGet in line punk! You should be studyin your odds\nInstead of studyin me!\n\nThat's how you lost your first job punk\nNow get in line, for you get your lil' thick-ass tossed up!\nShit! 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Your bell went rung rung rung!\nStaple-Land's where the ambulance don't come\n\nYeah, you see what I mean?\nYou see what I mean, you motherfuckin crybabies?\nGet in line punk! You should be studyin your odds\nInstead of studyin me!\n\nThat's how you lost your first job punk\nNow get in line, for you get your lil' thick-ass tossed up!\nShit! 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Your bell went rung rung rung!\n[02:30.08] Staple-Land's where the ambulance don't come\n[02:32.66] Yeah, you see what I mean?\n[02:34.66] You see what I mean, you motherfuckin crybabies?\n[02:37.94] Get in line punk! You should be studyin your odds\n[02:41.64] Instead of studyin me!\n[02:43.60] That's how you lost your first job punk\n[02:45.78] Now get in line, for you get your lil' thick-ass tossed up!\n[02:49.14] Shit! 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inside a Optimo\n  Swing the John McEnroe, rap rock'n'roll\n  Tidy Bowl, gung-ho pro, Starsky with the gumsole\n\n  Hit the rump slow, parole kids, live Rapunzel\n  But Ton' stizzy really high, the vivid laser eye guide\n  Jump in the Harley ride, Clarks I freak a lemon pie\n  I'm bout it, bout it, Lord forgive me, Ms. Sally shouted\n\n  Tracey got shot in the face, my house was overcrowded\n  You fake cats done heard it first\n  On how I shitted on your turf\n  At times, Cuban Link verse yo\n\n  Check out the rap kingpin, summertime fine jewelry drippin\n  Face in the box, I seen your ear twitchin\n  As soon as I drove off, Cap' came to me with three sawed-offs\n  Give one to Rae', let's season they broth\n\n  Lightning rod fever heaters, knock-kneeder Sheeba for hiva\n  Diva got rocked from the receiver bleeder\n  Portfolio, lookin fancy in the pantry\n  My man got bigger dimes son, your shit is scampi\n  Base that, throw what's in your mouth, don't waste that\n  See Ghost lampin in 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Your bell went rung rung rung!\nStaple-Land's where the ambulance don't come\n\nYeah, you see what I mean?\nYou see what I mean, you motherfuckin crybabies?\nGet in line punk! You should be studyin your odds\nInstead of studyin me!\n\nThat's how you lost your first job punk\nNow get in line, for you get your lil' thick-ass tossed up!\nShit! 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Your bell went rung rung rung!\nStaple-Land's where the ambulance don't come\n\nYeah, you see what I mean?\nYou see what I mean, you motherfuckin crybabies?\nGet in line punk! You should be studyin your odds\nInstead of studyin me!\n\nThat's how you lost your first job punk\nNow get in line, for you get your lil' thick-ass tossed up!\nShit! 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Your bell went rung rung rung!\nStaple-Land's where the ambulance don't come\n\nYeah, you see what I mean?\nYou see what I mean, you motherfuckin crybabies?\nGet in line punk! You should be studyin your odds\nInstead of studyin me!\n\nThat's how you lost your first job punk\nNow get in line, for you get your lil' thick-ass tossed up!\nShit! 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Your bell went rung rung rung!\nStaple-Land's where the ambulance don't come\nYeah, you see what I mean?\nYou see what I mean, you motherfucking crybabies?\nGet in line punk! You should be studying your arts\nInstead of studying me\nThat's how you lost your first job punk\nNow get in line, before you get your lil' thick ass tossed up!\nShit! I studied under Bruce Lee nigga\nHe was on the fourth, I was on the third\nPass me a honey-dipped spliff, black mental cause continental drift\nOne whiff of Pow U gets my Divine stiff\nBrick rock, late night, hear the tick tock of my clock\nI used to run up and pick, a crab lock\nHit his stash, dip back, to the Lab, make him flip\nUptown, boo-doop, now we back on your ass\nIncognito, fatal aïkido blow, pop a needle\nDick a knock-knee ho, bust out her fetal\nNine inch long strong, Bobby pop the bitch thongs\nSpit on her, then I bang on my chest like Kong King\nMerciless Ming, point the killer bee sting\nRing dings, right through your head bing\nSnap the wing off of bats, my battle-axe tongue hacks tracks\nOnce the ball drop, I'ma snatch ten jacks\nPass the crack to a niggarette, puff a loose leaf cigarette\nWhile your man search the internet for Bob Digitech in Stereo\nCrazy as Shapiro\nMultiply myself ten times standing next to zero\nAnd snap my fingers like the Fonz\nAnd bag me a golden bronze skinned girl with the honey blonde\nDip hair, make a nigga flip in his chair\nHad the armpit shaved off perfect with the Nair\nStomach flat as a pancake for her man's sake\nUsed to fuck her when she menstruate, but it made her hyperventilate\nBrooklyn! I know, I know, I know, I know\nQueens! I know, I know, I know, I know\nShaolin! I know, I know, I know, I know\nI know, I know, I know, I know, I know\nBronx! I know, I know, I know, I know\nJersey! I know, I know, I know\nLong Island! I know, I know, I know, I know\nI know, I know, I know, break it down!","syncedLyrics":"[00:21.19] Scientific, my hand kissed it\n[00:23.34] Robotic let's think optimistic\n[00:25.03] You probably missed it, watch me dolly dick it\n[00:27.16] Scotty Wotty copped it to me, big microphone hippie\n[00:29.79] Hit Poughkeepsie crispy chicken verbs throw up a stone Richie\n[00:32.51] Chop the O, sprinkle a little snow inside a Optimo\n[00:34.99] Swing the John McEnroe, rap rock'n'roll\n[00:37.71] Tidy Bowl, gun hold pro, Starsky with the gumsole\n[00:40.41] Hit the rum slow, parole kids, live Rapunzel\n[00:43.13] But Ton' Stizzy really high, the vivid laser eye guy\n[00:46.11] Jump in the Harley ride, Clarks I freak a lemon pie\n[00:48.81] I'm 'bout it, 'bout it, Lord forgive me, Ms. Sally shouted\n[00:51.57] Tracey got shot in the face, my house was overcrowded\n[00:54.26] You fake cats done heard it first\n[00:56.34] On how I shitted on your turf that time\n[00:58.53] Cuban Link verse yo\n[00:59.95] Check out the rap kingpin, summertime fine jewelry dripping\n[01:03.08] Face in the box, I seen your ear twitching\n[01:05.13] As soon as I drove off, Cap' came to me with three sawed-offs\n[01:08.63] Give one to Rae', let's season they broth\n[01:10.46] Lightning rod fever heaters, knock-kneeder Sheeba for hiva\n[01:13.89] Diva got rocked from the receiver bleeder\n[01:16.16] Portfolio, looking fancy in the pantry\n[01:18.50] My man got bigger dimes son, your shit is scampi\n[01:21.29] Baste that, throw what's in your mouth, don't waste that\n[01:24.17] See Ghost lamping in the throne with King Tut hat\n[01:27.00] Straight off\n[01:28.11] Yeah, yeah\n[01:31.80] I just want y'all niggas\n[01:34.15] Smack all y'all niggas, and niggarettes\n[01:37.61] Universal death threats, yeah\n[01:41.84] This be the God Body\n[01:44.33] Yeah no doubt, Judge Wise\n[01:48.44] Ayo, spiced-out Calvin Coolers, lounging with seven duelers\n[01:51.70] The Great Adventures of Slick, licking with six Rugers\n[01:54.50] Rock those, big boy Bulotti's out of Woodbridge\n[01:56.88] Porch for the biggest beer, season giraffe ribs\n[01:59.72] Rotisserie ropes, hickory cinnamon scented glaze\n[02:02.58] Perfected find truth within self, let's smoke\n[02:05.00] All hail to my hands, 50 thou' appraisal\n[02:07.83] Dirty nose with the nasal drip, click flipped on fam\n[02:10.50] Dancing with Blanche and them bitches, flicking goose pictures\n[02:13.38] Kick down the ace of spades, snatch Jack riches\n[02:15.83] Olsive compulsive lies flyers with my name on it\n[02:18.86] Dick made the cover now count, how many veins on it\n[02:21.56] Scooby snack Jurassic plastic gas booby trap\n[02:24.20] Ten years working for me, you wanna tap shit?\n[02:26.97] Bong bong bong! Your bell went rung rung rung!\n[02:29.75] Staple-Land's where the ambulance don't come\n[02:32.22] Yeah, you see what I mean?\n[02:34.90] You see what I mean, you motherfucking crybabies?\n[02:37.82] Get in line punk! You should be studying your arts\n[02:40.96] Instead of studying me\n[02:43.04] That's how you lost your first job punk\n[02:45.58] Now get in line, before you get your lil' thick ass tossed up!\n[02:48.96] Shit! I studied under Bruce Lee nigga\n[02:52.14] He was on the fourth, I was on the third\n[02:54.41] Pass me a honey-dipped spliff, black mental cause continental drift\n[02:57.00] One whiff of Pow U gets my Divine stiff\n[02:59.58] Brick rock, late night, hear the tick tock of my clock\n[03:02.78] I used to run up and pick, a crab lock\n[03:04.89] Hit his stash, dip back, to the Lab, make him flip\n[03:08.05] Uptown, boo-doop, now we back on your ass\n[03:10.27] Incognito, fatal aïkido blow, pop a needle\n[03:13.55] Dick a knock-knee ho, bust out her fetal\n[03:16.00] Nine inch long strong, Bobby pop the bitch thongs\n[03:18.93] Spit on her, then I bang on my chest like Kong King\n[03:21.84] Merciless Ming, point the killer bee sting\n[03:24.33] Ring dings, right through your head bing\n[03:26.66] Snap the wing off of bats, my battle-axe tongue hacks tracks\n[03:30.00] Once the ball drop, I'ma snatch ten jacks\n[03:32.36] Pass the crack to a niggarette, puff a loose leaf cigarette\n[03:35.72] While your man search the internet for Bob Digitech in Stereo\n[03:39.06] Crazy as Shapiro\n[03:40.49] Multiply myself ten times standing next to zero\n[03:43.27] And snap my fingers like the Fonz\n[03:45.11] And bag me a golden bronze skinned girl with the honey blonde\n[03:48.72] Dip hair, make a nigga flip in his chair\n[03:51.11] Had the armpit shaved off perfect with the Nair\n[03:54.14] Stomach flat as a pancake for her man's sake\n[03:56.97] Used to fuck her when she menstruate, but it made her hyperventilate\n[03:59.83] Brooklyn! I know, I know, I know, I know\n[04:02.52] Queens! I know, I know, I know, I know\n[04:05.09] Shaolin! I know, I know, I know, I know\n[04:07.91] I know, I know, I know, I know, I know\n[04:10.61] Bronx! I know, I know, I know, I know\n[04:13.30] Jersey! I know, I know, I know\n[04:15.94] Long Island! I know, I know, I know, I know\n[04:19.28] I know, I know, I know, break it down!","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Nutmeg (feat. 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I know, I know, I know, I know\n  start_ms: 255940\n  end_ms: 259280\n- text: I know, I know, I know, break it down!\n  start_ms: 259280\nplain: |-\n  Scientific, my hand kissed it\n  Robotic let's think optimistic\n  You probably missed it, watch me dolly dick it\n  Scotty Wotty copped it to me, big microphone hippie\n  Hit Poughkeepsie crispy chicken verbs throw up a stone Richie\n  Chop the O, sprinkle a little snow inside a Optimo\n  Swing the John McEnroe, rap rock'n'roll\n  Tidy Bowl, gun hold pro, Starsky with the gumsole\n  Hit the rum slow, parole kids, live Rapunzel\n  But Ton' Stizzy really high, the vivid laser eye guy\n  Jump in the Harley ride, Clarks I freak a lemon pie\n  I'm 'bout it, 'bout it, Lord forgive me, Ms. Sally shouted\n  Tracey got shot in the face, my house was overcrowded\n  You fake cats done heard it first\n  On how I shitted on your turf that time\n  Cuban Link verse yo\n  Check out the rap kingpin, summertime fine jewelry dripping\n  Face in the box, I seen your ear twitching\n  As soon as I drove off, Cap' came to me with three sawed-offs\n  Give one to Rae', let's season they broth\n  Lightning rod fever heaters, knock-kneeder Sheeba for hiva\n  Diva got rocked from the receiver bleeder\n  Portfolio, looking fancy in the pantry\n  My man got bigger dimes son, your shit is scampi\n  Baste that, throw what's in your mouth, don't waste that\n  See Ghost lamping in the throne with King Tut hat\n  Straight off\n  Yeah, yeah\n  I just want y'all niggas\n  Smack all y'all niggas, and niggarettes\n  Universal death threats, yeah\n  This be the God Body\n  Yeah no doubt, Judge Wise\n  Ayo, spiced-out Calvin Coolers, lounging with seven duelers\n  The Great Adventures of Slick, licking with six Rugers\n  Rock those, big boy Bulotti's out of Woodbridge\n  Porch for the biggest beer, season giraffe ribs\n  Rotisserie ropes, hickory cinnamon scented glaze\n  Perfected find truth within self, let's smoke\n  All hail to my hands, 50 thou' appraisal\n  Dirty nose with the nasal drip, click flipped on fam\n  Dancing with Blanche and them bitches, flicking goose pictures\n  Kick down the ace of spades, snatch Jack riches\n  Olsive compulsive lies flyers with my name on it\n  Dick made the cover now count, how many veins on it\n  Scooby snack Jurassic plastic gas booby trap\n  Ten years working for me, you wanna tap shit?\n  Bong bong bong! Your bell went rung rung rung!\n  Staple-Land's where the ambulance don't come\n  Yeah, you see what I mean?\n  You see what I mean, you motherfucking crybabies?\n  Get in line punk! You should be studying your arts\n  Instead of studying me\n  That's how you lost your first job punk\n  Now get in line, before you get your lil' thick ass tossed up!\n  Shit! I studied under Bruce Lee nigga\n  He was on the fourth, I was on the third\n  Pass me a honey-dipped spliff, black mental cause continental drift\n  One whiff of Pow U gets my Divine stiff\n  Brick rock, late night, hear the tick tock of my clock\n  I used to run up and pick, a crab lock\n  Hit his stash, dip back, to the Lab, make him flip\n  Uptown, boo-doop, now we back on your ass\n  Incognito, fatal aïkido blow, pop a needle\n  Dick a knock-knee ho, bust out her fetal\n  Nine inch long strong, Bobby pop the bitch thongs\n  Spit on her, then I bang on my chest like Kong King\n  Merciless Ming, point the killer bee sting\n  Ring dings, right through your head bing\n  Snap the wing off of bats, my battle-axe tongue hacks tracks\n  Once the ball drop, I'ma snatch ten jacks\n  Pass the crack to a niggarette, puff a loose leaf cigarette\n  While your man search the internet for Bob Digitech in Stereo\n  Crazy as Shapiro\n  Multiply myself ten times standing next to zero\n  And snap my fingers like the Fonz\n  And bag me a golden bronze skinned girl with the honey blonde\n  Dip hair, make a nigga flip in his chair\n  Had the armpit shaved off perfect with the Nair\n  Stomach flat as a pancake for her man's sake\n  Used to fuck her when she menstruate, but it made her hyperventilate\n  Brooklyn! I know, I know, I know, I know\n  Queens! I know, I know, I know, I know\n  Shaolin! I know, I know, I know, I know\n  I know, I know, I know, I know, I know\n  Bronx! I know, I know, I know, I know\n  Jersey! I know, I know, I know\n  Long Island! I know, I know, I know, I know\n  I know, I know, I know, break it down!\n"},{"id":29545058,"name":"Nutmeg f- RZA","trackName":"Nutmeg f- RZA","artistName":"Ghostface Killah","albumName":"Supreme Clientele","duration":265.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah, whassup y'all, whassup?\nThis is Ghostface, straight from Staten Island\nYou know, I don't really mean no harm\nBut it just happens you know\nWhen I step approach a motherfuckin wack nigga\nThat tryin to spit his darts and can't spit 'em\nCheck it out though, ay, oh\n\nScientific, my hand kissed it\nRobotic let's think optimistic\nYou probably missed it, watch me dolly dick it\nScotty watty cop it to me, big microphone hippie\n\nHit Poughkepsie crispy chicken verbs throw up a stone richie\nChop the O, sprinkle a lil' snow inside a Optimo\nSwing the John McEnroe, rap rock'n'roll\nTidy Bowl, gung-ho pro, Starsky with the gumsole\n\nHit the rump slow, parole kids, live Rapunzel\nBut Ton' stizzy really high, the vivid laser eye guide\nJump in the Harley ride, Clarks I freak a lemon pie\nI'm bout it, bout it, Lord forgive me, Ms. Sally shouted\n\nTracey got shot in the face, my house was overcrowded\nYou fake cats done heard it first\nOn how I shitted on your turf\nAt times, Cuban Link verse yo\n\nCheck out the rap kingpin, summertime fine jewelry drippin\nFace in the box, I seen your ear twitchin\nAs soon as I drove off, Cap' came to me with three sawed-offs\nGive one to Rae', let's season they broth\n\nLightning rod fever heaters, knock-kneeder Sheeba for hiva\nDiva got rocked from the receiver bleeder\nPortfolio, lookin fancy in the pantry\nMy man got bigger dimes son, your shit is scampi\nBase that, throw what's in your mouth, don't waste that\nSee Ghost lampin in the throne with King Tut hat\n\nStraight off, yeah, yeah\nI just wan't y'all niggaz\nTo smack all y'all niggaz, and niggarettes\nUniversal death threats, yeah\nThis be the God Body, yeah no doubt\nJudge Wise\n\nAy, oh spiced out Calvin Coolidge, loungin with 7 duelers\nThe Great Adventures of Slick, lickin with 6 rugers\nRock those, big boy Bulotti's out of Woodridge\nPorch for the biggest beer, season giraffe ribs\n\nRotissiere ropes, hickory scented mint scented glaze\nPerfected find truth within self, let's smoke\nAll hail to my hands, 50 thou' appraisal\nDirty nose with the nasal drip, click flipped on fam\n\nDancin with Blanch and them bitches, flickin goose pictures\nKick down the ace of spades, snatch Jack riches\nOlsive compulsive lies flies with my name on it\nDick made the cover now count, how many veins on it\n\nScooby snack jurassic plastic gas booby trap\nTen years workin for me, you wanna tap shit?\nBung bung bung! Your bell went rung rung rung!\nStaple-Land's where the ambulance don't come\n\nYeah, you see what I mean?\nYou see what I mean, you motherfuckin crybabies?\nGet in line punk! You should be studyin your odds\nInstead of studyin me!\n\nThat's how you lost your first job punk\nNow get in line, for you get your lil' thick-ass tossed up!\nShit! 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inside a Optimo\n  Swing the John McEnroe, rap rock'n'roll\n  Tidy Bowl, gung-ho pro, Starsky with the gumsole\n\n  Hit the rump slow, parole kids, live Rapunzel\n  But Ton' stizzy really high, the vivid laser eye guide\n  Jump in the Harley ride, Clarks I freak a lemon pie\n  I'm bout it, bout it, Lord forgive me, Ms. Sally shouted\n\n  Tracey got shot in the face, my house was overcrowded\n  You fake cats done heard it first\n  On how I shitted on your turf\n  At times, Cuban Link verse yo\n\n  Check out the rap kingpin, summertime fine jewelry drippin\n  Face in the box, I seen your ear twitchin\n  As soon as I drove off, Cap' came to me with three sawed-offs\n  Give one to Rae', let's season they broth\n\n  Lightning rod fever heaters, knock-kneeder Sheeba for hiva\n  Diva got rocked from the receiver bleeder\n  Portfolio, lookin fancy in the pantry\n  My man got bigger dimes son, your shit is scampi\n  Base that, throw what's in your mouth, don't waste that\n  See Ghost lampin in 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Your bell went rung rung rung!\nStaple-Land's where the ambulance don't come\n\nYeah, you see what I mean?\nYou see what I mean, you motherfuckin crybabies?\nGet in line punk! You should be studyin your odds\nInstead of studyin me!\n\nThat's how you lost your first job punk\nNow get in line, for you get your lil' thick-ass tossed up!\nShit! I studied under Bruce Lee nigga\nHe was on the fourth, I was on the third\n\nPass me a honey-dipped spliff\nBlack mental cause continental drift\nOne whiff of Pow U gets my Divine stiff\nBrick rock, late night, hear the tick tock of my clock\n\nI used to run up and pick, a crab lock\nHit his stash, dip back, to the Lab, make him flip\nUptown, Boo-doop, now we back on your ass\nIncognito, fatal aikido blow, pop a needle\n\nDick a knock-knee hoe, bust out her fetal\nNine inch long strong, Bobby pop the bitch thongs\nSpit on her, then I banged on my chest like Kong King\nMerciless Meng, point the killa bee sting\n\nRing Dingd, right through your head, bing\nSnap the wing off of bats, my battleaxe tongue hacks tracks\nOnce the ball drop, I'ma snatch ten jacks\nPass the crack to a niggarette, puff a looseleaf cigarette\n\nWhile your man search the internet for Bob Digitech in Stereo\nCrazy as Shapiro\nMultiply myself ten times standin next to zero\nAnd snap my fingers like the Fonz\n\nAnd bag me a golden bronze skinned girl with the honey blonde\nDip hair, make a nigga flip in his chair\nHad the armpit shaved off perfect with the Nair\nStomach fat as a pancake for her man's sake\n\nUsed to fuck her when she menestrate\nBut it made her hyperventilate\nBrooklyn\nI know, I know, I know, I know\nQueens\n\nI know, I know, I know, I know\nShylin\nI know, I know, I know, I know...\nBronx\nI know, I know, I know, I know\n\nJersey\nI know, I know, I know\nLong Island\nI know, I know, I know, I know...\nBreak it down","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.95] Yeah, whassup y'all, whassup?\n[00:04.40] This is Ghostface, straight from Staten Island\n[00:07.35] You know, I don't really mean no harm\n[00:11.93] But it just happens you know\n[00:13.47] When I step approach a motherfuckin wack nigga\n[00:16.11] That tryin to spit his darts and can't spit 'em\n[00:19.24] Check it out though, ay, oh\n[00:21.72] Scientific, my hand kissed it\n[00:23.44] Robotic let's think optimistic\n[00:25.12] You probably missed it, watch me dolly dick it\n[00:26.94] Scotty watty cop it to me, big microphone hippie\n[00:29.99] Hit Poughkepsie crispy chicken verbs throw up a stone richie\n[00:32.10] Chop the O, sprinkle a lil' snow inside a Optimo\n[00:35.28] Swing the John McEnroe, rap rock'n'roll\n[00:38.08] Tidy Bowl, gung-ho pro, Starsky with the gumsole\n[00:40.66] Hit the rump slow, parole kids, live Rapunzel\n[00:43.34] But Ton' stizzy really high, the vivid laser eye guide\n[00:46.30] Jump in the Harley ride, Clarks I freak a lemon pie\n[00:48.95] I'm bout it, bout it, Lord forgive me, Ms. Sally shouted\n[00:51.62] Tracey got shot in the face, my house was overcrowded\n[00:54.70] You fake cats done heard it first\n[00:56.45] On how I shitted on your turf\n[00:58.13] At times, Cuban Link verse yo\n[01:00.43] Check out the rap kingpin, summertime fine jewelry drippin\n[01:03.64] Face in the box, I seen your ear twitchin\n[01:05.48] As soon as I drove off, Cap' came to me with three sawed-offs\n[01:08.74] Give one to Rae', let's season they broth\n[01:10.99] Lightning rod fever heaters, knock-kneeder Sheeba for hiva\n[01:13.94] Diva got rocked from the receiver bleeder\n[01:16.55] Portfolio, lookin fancy in the pantry\n[01:18.70] My man got bigger dimes son, your shit is scampi\n[01:21.60] Base that, throw what's in your mouth, don't waste that\n[01:24.35] See Ghost lampin in the throne with King Tut hat\n[01:27.35] Straight off, yeah, yeah\n[01:32.71] I just wan't y'all niggaz\n[01:33.73] To smack all y'all niggaz, and niggarettes\n[01:38.57] Universal death threats, yeah\n[01:42.26] This be the God Body, yeah no doubt\n[01:47.46] Judge Wise\n[01:48.80] Ay, oh spiced out Calvin Coolidge, loungin with 7 duelers\n[01:51.87] The Great Adventures of Slick, lickin with 6 rugers\n[01:54.31] Rock those, big boy Bulotti's out of Woodridge\n[01:56.99] Porch for the biggest beer, season giraffe ribs\n[01:59.86] Rotissiere ropes, hickory scented mint scented glaze\n[02:02.68] Perfected find truth within self, let's smoke\n[02:05.18] All hail to my hands, 50 thou' appraisal\n[02:08.02] Dirty nose with the nasal drip, click flipped on fam\n[02:10.62] Dancin with Blanch and them bitches, flickin goose pictures\n[02:13.78] Kick down the ace of spades, snatch Jack riches\n[02:16.17] Olsive compulsive lies flies with my name on it\n[02:19.25] Dick made the cover now count, how many veins on it\n[02:21.96] Scooby snack jurassic plastic gas booby trap\n[02:24.41] Ten years workin for me, you wanna tap shit?\n[02:27.16] Bung bung bung! 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Your bell went rung rung rung!\nStaple-Land's where the ambulance don't come\n\nYeah, you see what I mean?\nYou see what I mean, you motherfuckin crybabies?\nGet in line punk! You should be studyin your odds\nInstead of studyin me!\n\nThat's how you lost your first job punk\nNow get in line, for you get your lil' thick-ass tossed up!\nShit! 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inside a Optimo\n  Swing the John McEnroe, rap rock'n'roll\n  Tidy Bowl, gung-ho pro, Starsky with the gumsole\n\n  Hit the rump slow, parole kids, live Rapunzel\n  But Ton' stizzy really high, the vivid laser eye guide\n  Jump in the Harley ride, Clarks I freak a lemon pie\n  I'm bout it, bout it, Lord forgive me, Ms. Sally shouted\n\n  Tracey got shot in the face, my house was overcrowded\n  You fake cats done heard it first\n  On how I shitted on your turf\n  At times, Cuban Link verse yo\n\n  Check out the rap kingpin, summertime fine jewelry drippin\n  Face in the box, I seen your ear twitchin\n  As soon as I drove off, Cap' came to me with three sawed-offs\n  Give one to Rae', let's season they broth\n\n  Lightning rod fever heaters, knock-kneeder Sheeba for hiva\n  Diva got rocked from the receiver bleeder\n  Portfolio, lookin fancy in the pantry\n  My man got bigger dimes son, your shit is scampi\n  Base that, throw what's in your mouth, don't waste that\n  See Ghost lampin in 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Your bell went rung rung rung!\nStaple-Land's where the ambulance don't come\n\nYeah, you see what I mean?\nYou see what I mean, you motherfuckin crybabies?\nGet in line punk! You should be studyin your odds\nInstead of studyin me!\n\nThat's how you lost your first job punk\nNow get in line, for you get your lil' thick-ass tossed up!\nShit! I studied under Bruce Lee nigga\nHe was on the fourth, I was on the third\n\nPass me a honey-dipped spliff\nBlack mental cause continental drift\nOne whiff of Pow U gets my Divine stiff\nBrick rock, late night, hear the tick tock of my clock\n\nI used to run up and pick, a crab lock\nHit his stash, dip back, to the Lab, make him flip\nUptown, Boo-doop, now we back on your ass\nIncognito, fatal aikido blow, pop a needle\n\nDick a knock-knee hoe, bust out her fetal\nNine inch long strong, Bobby pop the bitch thongs\nSpit on her, then I banged on my chest like Kong King\nMerciless Meng, point the killa bee sting\n\nRing Dingd, right through your head, bing\nSnap the wing off of bats, my battleaxe tongue hacks tracks\nOnce the ball drop, I'ma snatch ten jacks\nPass the crack to a niggarette, puff a looseleaf cigarette\n\nWhile your man search the internet for Bob Digitech in Stereo\nCrazy as Shapiro\nMultiply myself ten times standin next to zero\nAnd snap my fingers like the Fonz\n\nAnd bag me a golden bronze skinned girl with the honey blonde\nDip hair, make a nigga flip in his chair\nHad the armpit shaved off perfect with the Nair\nStomach fat as a pancake for her man's sake\n\nUsed to fuck her when she menestrate\nBut it made her hyperventilate\nBrooklyn\nI know, I know, I know, I know\nQueens\n\nI know, I know, I know, I know\nShylin\nI know, I know, I know, I know...\nBronx\nI know, I know, I know, I know\n\nJersey\nI know, I know, I know\nLong Island\nI know, I know, I know, I know...\nBreak it down","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.95] Yeah, whassup y'all, whassup?\n[00:04.40] This is Ghostface, straight from Staten Island\n[00:07.35] You know, I don't really mean no harm\n[00:11.93] But it just happens you know\n[00:13.47] When I step approach a motherfuckin wack nigga\n[00:16.11] That tryin to spit his darts and can't spit 'em\n[00:19.24] Check it out though, ay, oh\n[00:21.72] Scientific, my hand kissed it\n[00:23.44] Robotic let's think optimistic\n[00:25.12] You probably missed it, watch me dolly dick it\n[00:26.94] Scotty watty cop it to me, big microphone hippie\n[00:29.99] Hit Poughkepsie crispy chicken verbs throw up a stone richie\n[00:32.10] Chop the O, sprinkle a lil' snow inside a Optimo\n[00:35.28] Swing the John McEnroe, rap rock'n'roll\n[00:38.08] Tidy Bowl, gung-ho pro, Starsky with the gumsole\n[00:40.66] Hit the rump slow, parole kids, live Rapunzel\n[00:43.34] But Ton' stizzy really high, the vivid laser eye guide\n[00:46.30] Jump in the Harley ride, Clarks I freak a lemon pie\n[00:48.95] I'm bout it, bout it, Lord forgive me, Ms. Sally shouted\n[00:51.62] Tracey got shot in the face, my house was overcrowded\n[00:54.70] You fake cats done heard it first\n[00:56.45] On how I shitted on your turf\n[00:58.13] At times, Cuban Link verse yo\n[01:00.43] Check out the rap kingpin, summertime fine jewelry drippin\n[01:03.64] Face in the box, I seen your ear twitchin\n[01:05.48] As soon as I drove off, Cap' came to me with three sawed-offs\n[01:08.74] Give one to Rae', let's season they broth\n[01:10.99] Lightning rod fever heaters, knock-kneeder Sheeba for hiva\n[01:13.94] Diva got rocked from the receiver bleeder\n[01:16.55] Portfolio, lookin fancy in the pantry\n[01:18.70] My man got bigger dimes son, your shit is scampi\n[01:21.60] Base that, throw what's in your mouth, don't waste that\n[01:24.35] See Ghost lampin in the throne with King Tut hat\n[01:27.35] Straight off, yeah, yeah\n[01:32.71] I just wan't y'all niggaz\n[01:33.73] To smack all y'all niggaz, and niggarettes\n[01:38.57] Universal death threats, yeah\n[01:42.26] This be the God Body, yeah no doubt\n[01:47.46] Judge Wise\n[01:48.80] Ay, oh spiced out Calvin Coolidge, loungin with 7 duelers\n[01:51.87] The Great Adventures of Slick, lickin with 6 rugers\n[01:54.31] Rock those, big boy Bulotti's out of Woodridge\n[01:56.99] Porch for the biggest beer, season giraffe ribs\n[01:59.86] Rotissiere ropes, hickory scented mint scented glaze\n[02:02.68] Perfected find truth within self, let's smoke\n[02:05.18] All hail to my hands, 50 thou' appraisal\n[02:08.02] Dirty nose with the nasal drip, click flipped on fam\n[02:10.62] Dancin with Blanch and them bitches, flickin goose pictures\n[02:13.78] Kick down the ace of spades, snatch Jack riches\n[02:16.17] Olsive compulsive lies flies with my name on it\n[02:19.25] Dick made the cover now count, how many veins on it\n[02:21.96] Scooby snack jurassic plastic gas booby trap\n[02:24.41] Ten years workin for me, you wanna tap shit?\n[02:27.16] Bung bung bung! 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Your bell went rung rung rung!\n  Staple-Land's where the ambulance don't come\n\n  Yeah, you see what I mean?\n  You see what I mean, you motherfuckin crybabies?\n  Get in line punk! You should be studyin your odds\n  Instead of studyin me!\n\n  That's how you lost your first job punk\n  Now get in line, for you get your lil' thick-ass tossed up!\n  Shit! 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The RZA)","trackName":"Nutmeg (ft. 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Your bell went rung rung rung!\nStaple-Land's where the ambulance don't come\n\nYeah, you see what I mean?\nYou see what I mean, you motherfuckin crybabies?\nGet in line punk! You should be studyin your odds\nInstead of studyin me!\n\nThat's how you lost your first job punk\nNow get in line, for you get your lil' thick-ass tossed up!\nShit! I studied under Bruce Lee nigga\nHe was on the fourth, I was on the third\n\nPass me a honey-dipped spliff\nBlack mental cause continental drift\nOne whiff of Pow U gets my Divine stiff\nBrick rock, late night, hear the tick tock of my clock\n\nI used to run up and pick, a crab lock\nHit his stash, dip back, to the Lab, make him flip\nUptown, Boo-doop, now we back on your ass\nIncognito, fatal aikido blow, pop a needle\n\nDick a knock-knee hoe, bust out her fetal\nNine inch long strong, Bobby pop the bitch thongs\nSpit on her, then I banged on my chest like Kong King\nMerciless Meng, point the killa bee sting\n\nRing Dingd, right through your head, bing\nSnap the wing off of bats, my battleaxe tongue hacks tracks\nOnce the ball drop, I'ma snatch ten jacks\nPass the crack to a niggarette, puff a looseleaf cigarette\n\nWhile your man search the internet for Bob Digitech in Stereo\nCrazy as Shapiro\nMultiply myself ten times standin next to zero\nAnd snap my fingers like the Fonz\n\nAnd bag me a golden bronze skinned girl with the honey blonde\nDip hair, make a nigga flip in his chair\nHad the armpit shaved off perfect with the Nair\nStomach fat as a pancake for her man's sake\n\nUsed to fuck her when she menestrate\nBut it made her hyperventilate\nBrooklyn\nI know, I know, I know, I know\nQueens\n\nI know, I know, I know, I know\nShylin\nI know, I know, I know, I know...\nBronx\nI know, I know, I know, I know\n\nJersey\nI know, I know, I know\nLong Island\nI know, I know, I know, I know...\nBreak it down","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.95] Yeah, whassup y'all, whassup?\n[00:04.40] This is Ghostface, straight from Staten Island\n[00:07.35] You know, I don't really mean no harm\n[00:11.93] But it just happens you know\n[00:13.47] When I step approach a motherfuckin wack nigga\n[00:16.11] That tryin to spit his darts and can't spit 'em\n[00:19.24] Check it out though, ay, oh\n[00:21.72] Scientific, my hand kissed it\n[00:23.44] Robotic let's think optimistic\n[00:25.12] You probably missed it, watch me dolly dick it\n[00:26.94] Scotty watty cop it to me, big microphone hippie\n[00:29.99] Hit Poughkepsie crispy chicken verbs throw up a stone richie\n[00:32.10] Chop the O, sprinkle a lil' snow inside a Optimo\n[00:35.28] Swing the John McEnroe, rap rock'n'roll\n[00:38.08] Tidy Bowl, gung-ho pro, Starsky with the gumsole\n[00:40.66] Hit the rump slow, parole kids, live Rapunzel\n[00:43.34] But Ton' stizzy really high, the vivid laser eye guide\n[00:46.30] Jump in the Harley ride, Clarks I freak a lemon pie\n[00:48.95] I'm bout it, bout it, Lord forgive me, Ms. Sally shouted\n[00:51.62] Tracey got shot in the face, my house was overcrowded\n[00:54.70] You fake cats done heard it first\n[00:56.45] On how I shitted on your turf\n[00:58.13] At times, Cuban Link verse yo\n[01:00.43] Check out the rap kingpin, summertime fine jewelry drippin\n[01:03.64] Face in the box, I seen your ear twitchin\n[01:05.48] As soon as I drove off, Cap' came to me with three sawed-offs\n[01:08.74] Give one to Rae', let's season they broth\n[01:10.99] Lightning rod fever heaters, knock-kneeder Sheeba for hiva\n[01:13.94] Diva got rocked from the receiver bleeder\n[01:16.55] Portfolio, lookin fancy in the pantry\n[01:18.70] My man got bigger dimes son, your shit is scampi\n[01:21.60] Base that, throw what's in your mouth, don't waste that\n[01:24.35] See Ghost lampin in the throne with King Tut hat\n[01:27.35] Straight off, yeah, yeah\n[01:32.71] I just wan't y'all niggaz\n[01:33.73] To smack all y'all niggaz, and niggarettes\n[01:38.57] Universal death threats, yeah\n[01:42.26] This be the God Body, yeah no doubt\n[01:47.46] Judge Wise\n[01:48.80] Ay, oh spiced out Calvin Coolidge, loungin with 7 duelers\n[01:51.87] The Great Adventures of Slick, lickin with 6 rugers\n[01:54.31] Rock those, big boy Bulotti's out of Woodridge\n[01:56.99] Porch for the biggest beer, season giraffe ribs\n[01:59.86] Rotissiere ropes, hickory scented mint scented glaze\n[02:02.68] Perfected find truth within self, let's smoke\n[02:05.18] All hail to my hands, 50 thou' appraisal\n[02:08.02] Dirty nose with the nasal drip, click flipped on fam\n[02:10.62] Dancin with Blanch and them bitches, flickin goose pictures\n[02:13.78] Kick down the ace of spades, snatch Jack riches\n[02:16.17] Olsive compulsive lies flies with my name on it\n[02:19.25] Dick made the cover now count, how many veins on it\n[02:21.96] Scooby snack jurassic plastic gas booby trap\n[02:24.41] Ten years workin for me, you wanna tap shit?\n[02:27.16] Bung bung bung! Your bell went rung rung rung!\n[02:30.08] Staple-Land's where the ambulance don't come\n[02:32.66] Yeah, you see what I mean?\n[02:34.66] You see what I mean, you motherfuckin crybabies?\n[02:37.94] Get in line punk! You should be studyin your odds\n[02:41.64] Instead of studyin me!\n[02:43.60] That's how you lost your first job punk\n[02:45.78] Now get in line, for you get your lil' thick-ass tossed up!\n[02:49.14] Shit! 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