[{"id":454762,"name":"Grate Unknown","trackName":"Grate Unknown","artistName":"Heltah Skeltah","albumName":"Nocturnal (Explicit)","duration":258.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Song: Grate Unknown\n\n[Background] \"I see the horizon the Grate Unknown\"\n\nIntro\n[Ruck] Im telling you man cut it out\nYo... we embarked on this nocturnal excursion in order to exchange\nConversation with these mortals not to play games\nFor real behind every great Ruck there's a Rock\nThe Rockness Monsta... Dutch\n\nVerse One:\n[Rockness Monsta] Yo it's the Rockness not Rock live\nThen again im Rock when im live\nBut im not fat then again my shit is so fat\nFans let your shot's fly (PLOW! PLOW! PLOW!)\nSwift and changeable no style, be Rock style\nNot foul, but play with me at your own risk and I might not smile\nYou get with the pawn, in one arms\nI don't fight clean, flow like a butterfly, sting like a scorpion\nOn the tip of a sick ding-a-ling, bring the noise with your peeps\nWe up in this space deep, wit' nines like Star-Fleet, ah shit\nGod bitch ass rappers, and P i'll trap ya, then like a federal case\nI'll crack ya word to my man Don Rulla, i'll cold beat your crew up\nIf it gets thick then number two-a, pass me the ruler\nClick Click... Booya!\n\nChorus 2x:\n[Rock] If you don't know like I know,\nThen act like you know, like I know\n\n(Rock: I beat's more ass than mom dukes leather belta)\n(Ruck:'Cause Rock make cops throw Glocks Down like Heather)\n\n[Background] \"The Grate Unknown\"\n\nVerse Two:\nI turn this upside down, clown\nWatch me and you'll get the picture, if ya don't understand\nWhy I be the Mr. Flipster, rhyme deliverer\nNine slug through your spine, and leave you on the floor vibratin'\nLike a fouled line\nFind the robbies, lurking in the dark ally\nWith more nigga, than a motherfuckin' guard rally\nTally up all the throats, the strangler hold choke\nThat all the riots that my brother Ruck is provoked, don't like my style\nSo I don't give a WHAT, cuz you bring the beef, and the Rock\nAll the Rock buck you one time, so cover you by the loggins\nMachete I chop that beef you pop, and feed it to my nigga doggen\nFollow the trail of broken backs and, at the end of each you'll find\nMe standing with my blackjack, with the Smith and Wessun on my side smoke\nAnother gat\n(Ruck: Some Illa Noyz be the act for the attack)\nFuck you street fighter, front if you wanna get hyper\nI strap on bombs and blow your face up like Stryker\nYo representatives light up another? Spliff, while i dip, by the way\n(Smack) big up to the I'll bitch\n\nChorus 4x:\n\n(Rock: Rockness Monsta, stomp ya,?)\n(Never changin', forever face rearangin')\n(You asked for it who want beef so here's war)\n\n[Background] 4x: I see the horizon the Grate Unknown\n\n[Ruck] We will, we will Rock you\n\nVerse Three:\nQuestion (What)\nYo, who's the crew with the juice tryin' to front (What!)\nYo money, yo life and wars all I want (What!)\nBring all beef to Bedrock I got my gun (What!)\nNiggas soft as burger buns (What! What!)\nFront man shit, spit\nOn the grave of the weak, when i speak, my tongue is nasty as a freak\nI'm in a inner state of, inner mind\nWhich inner twines, with my inner body now im energizes\nIts an insane shame, you can ask Ricky Steen\nOrder b-cheese be sweatin', no shorties only gettin' green\nBLING! the sound then? ghost, gone, me and Sean\nYour shit's now paid for the Tron, need i go on you damn right\nIm foul as fuck, so if I should go to the line and shoot two (ah, shit duck)\nLike James Bond I shoot to kill, Heltah Skeltah's here\nTry square with me, clean a man like Mr. Belvedeere\nBorn in a place so far away it's prehistoric, Bedrock\nNo regular man survive that?, from the age of stone\nTo the age of chrome, from Bedrock to Bucktown my fuckin' names known\n\nChorus4x:\n\n(Rock: Military Punisher Rock MP)\n(Manson punishin' and keep robbing like Danville)\n(Scar on my face but im not Al Pacino)\n(Run for your guns me and self comin' through, Heltah Skeltah)\n\n[Ruck] We will, We will\n\n[Rock] We will Rock you, motherfuckin' knock you...\n\n[Ruck] Beats more western mom do?\nFrom the land of the darkness Heltah Skeltah... We will, We will rock\nYou... Word is Born\n\n[Background 8x] \"I see the horizon the Grate Unknown\"","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Grate Unknown\n  artist: Heltah Skeltah\n  album: Nocturnal (Explicit)\n  duration_ms: 258000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Song: Grate Unknown\n\n  [Background] \"I see the horizon the Grate Unknown\"\n\n  Intro\n  [Ruck] Im telling you man cut it out\n  Yo... we embarked on this nocturnal excursion in order to exchange\n  Conversation with these mortals not to play games\n  For real behind every great Ruck there's a Rock\n  The Rockness Monsta... Dutch\n\n  Verse One:\n  [Rockness Monsta] Yo it's the Rockness not Rock live\n  Then again im Rock when im live\n  But im not fat then again my shit is so fat\n  Fans let your shot's fly (PLOW! PLOW! PLOW!)\n  Swift and changeable no style, be Rock style\n  Not foul, but play with me at your own risk and I might not smile\n  You get with the pawn, in one arms\n  I don't fight clean, flow like a butterfly, sting like a scorpion\n  On the tip of a sick ding-a-ling, bring the noise with your peeps\n  We up in this space deep, wit' nines like Star-Fleet, ah shit\n  God bitch ass rappers, and P i'll trap ya, then like a federal case\n  I'll crack ya word to my man Don Rulla, i'll cold beat your crew up\n  If it gets thick then number two-a, pass me the ruler\n  Click Click... Booya!\n\n  Chorus 2x:\n  [Rock] If you don't know like I know,\n  Then act like you know, like I know\n\n  (Rock: I beat's more ass than mom dukes leather belta)\n  (Ruck:'Cause Rock make cops throw Glocks Down like Heather)\n\n  [Background] \"The Grate Unknown\"\n\n  Verse Two:\n  I turn this upside down, clown\n  Watch me and you'll get the picture, if ya don't understand\n  Why I be the Mr. Flipster, rhyme deliverer\n  Nine slug through your spine, and leave you on the floor vibratin'\n  Like a fouled line\n  Find the robbies, lurking in the dark ally\n  With more nigga, than a motherfuckin' guard rally\n  Tally up all the throats, the strangler hold choke\n  That all the riots that my brother Ruck is provoked, don't like my style\n  So I don't give a WHAT, cuz you bring the beef, and the Rock\n  All the Rock buck you one time, so cover you by the loggins\n  Machete I chop that beef you pop, and feed it to my nigga doggen\n  Follow the trail of broken backs and, at the end of each you'll find\n  Me standing with my blackjack, with the Smith and Wessun on my side smoke\n  Another gat\n  (Ruck: Some Illa Noyz be the act for the attack)\n  Fuck you street fighter, front if you wanna get hyper\n  I strap on bombs and blow your face up like Stryker\n  Yo representatives light up another? Spliff, while i dip, by the way\n  (Smack) big up to the I'll bitch\n\n  Chorus 4x:\n\n  (Rock: Rockness Monsta, stomp ya,?)\n  (Never changin', forever face rearangin')\n  (You asked for it who want beef so here's war)\n\n  [Background] 4x: I see the horizon the Grate Unknown\n\n  [Ruck] We will, we will Rock you\n\n  Verse Three:\n  Question (What)\n  Yo, who's the crew with the juice tryin' to front (What!)\n  Yo money, yo life and wars all I want (What!)\n  Bring all beef to Bedrock I got my gun (What!)\n  Niggas soft as burger buns (What! What!)\n  Front man shit, spit\n  On the grave of the weak, when i speak, my tongue is nasty as a freak\n  I'm in a inner state of, inner mind\n  Which inner twines, with my inner body now im energizes\n  Its an insane shame, you can ask Ricky Steen\n  Order b-cheese be sweatin', no shorties only gettin' green\n  BLING! the sound then? ghost, gone, me and Sean\n  Your shit's now paid for the Tron, need i go on you damn right\n  Im foul as fuck, so if I should go to the line and shoot two (ah, shit duck)\n  Like James Bond I shoot to kill, Heltah Skeltah's here\n  Try square with me, clean a man like Mr. Belvedeere\n  Born in a place so far away it's prehistoric, Bedrock\n  No regular man survive that?, from the age of stone\n  To the age of chrome, from Bedrock to Bucktown my fuckin' names known\n\n  Chorus4x:\n\n  (Rock: Military Punisher Rock MP)\n  (Manson punishin' and keep robbing like Danville)\n  (Scar on my face but im not Al Pacino)\n  (Run for your guns me and self comin' through, Heltah Skeltah)\n\n  [Ruck] We will, We will\n\n  [Rock] We will Rock you, motherfuckin' knock you...\n\n  [Ruck] Beats more western mom do?\n  From the land of the darkness Heltah Skeltah... We will, We will rock\n  You... Word is Born\n\n  [Background 8x] \"I see the horizon the Grate Unknown\"\n"},{"id":454763,"name":"Grate Unknown","trackName":"Grate Unknown","artistName":"Heltah Skeltah","albumName":"Nocturnal","duration":258.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Song: Grate Unknown\n\n[Background] \"I see the horizon the Grate Unknown\"\n\nIntro\n[Ruck] Im telling you man cut it out\nYo... we embarked on this nocturnal excursion in order to exchange\nConversation with these mortals not to play games\nFor real behind every great Ruck there's a Rock\nThe Rockness Monsta... Dutch\n\nVerse One:\n[Rockness Monsta] Yo it's the Rockness not Rock live\nThen again im Rock when im live\nBut im not fat then again my shit is so fat\nFans let your shot's fly (PLOW! PLOW! PLOW!)\nSwift and changeable no style, be Rock style\nNot foul, but play with me at your own risk and I might not smile\nYou get with the pawn, in one arms\nI don't fight clean, flow like a butterfly, sting like a scorpion\nOn the tip of a sick ding-a-ling, bring the noise with your peeps\nWe up in this space deep, wit' nines like Star-Fleet, ah shit\nGod bitch ass rappers, and P i'll trap ya, then like a federal case\nI'll crack ya word to my man Don Rulla, i'll cold beat your crew up\nIf it gets thick then number two-a, pass me the ruler\nClick Click... Booya!\n\nChorus 2x:\n[Rock] If you don't know like I know,\nThen act like you know, like I know\n\n(Rock: I beat's more ass than mom dukes leather belta)\n(Ruck:'Cause Rock make cops throw Glocks Down like Heather)\n\n[Background] \"The Grate Unknown\"\n\nVerse Two:\nI turn this upside down, clown\nWatch me and you'll get the picture, if ya don't understand\nWhy I be the Mr. Flipster, rhyme deliverer\nNine slug through your spine, and leave you on the floor vibratin'\nLike a fouled line\nFind the robbies, lurking in the dark ally\nWith more nigga, than a motherfuckin' guard rally\nTally up all the throats, the strangler hold choke\nThat all the riots that my brother Ruck is provoked, don't like my style\nSo I don't give a WHAT, cuz you bring the beef, and the Rock\nAll the Rock buck you one time, so cover you by the loggins\nMachete I chop that beef you pop, and feed it to my nigga doggen\nFollow the trail of broken backs and, at the end of each you'll find\nMe standing with my blackjack, with the Smith and Wessun on my side smoke\nAnother gat\n(Ruck: Some Illa Noyz be the act for the attack)\nFuck you street fighter, front if you wanna get hyper\nI strap on bombs and blow your face up like Stryker\nYo representatives light up another? Spliff, while i dip, by the way\n(Smack) big up to the I'll bitch\n\nChorus 4x:\n\n(Rock: Rockness Monsta, stomp ya,?)\n(Never changin', forever face rearangin')\n(You asked for it who want beef so here's war)\n\n[Background] 4x: I see the horizon the Grate Unknown\n\n[Ruck] We will, we will Rock you\n\nVerse Three:\nQuestion (What)\nYo, who's the crew with the juice tryin' to front (What!)\nYo money, yo life and wars all I want (What!)\nBring all beef to Bedrock I got my gun (What!)\nNiggas soft as burger buns (What! What!)\nFront man shit, spit\nOn the grave of the weak, when i speak, my tongue is nasty as a freak\nI'm in a inner state of, inner mind\nWhich inner twines, with my inner body now im energizes\nIts an insane shame, you can ask Ricky Steen\nOrder b-cheese be sweatin', no shorties only gettin' green\nBLING! the sound then? ghost, gone, me and Sean\nYour shit's now paid for the Tron, need i go on you damn right\nIm foul as fuck, so if I should go to the line and shoot two (ah, shit duck)\nLike James Bond I shoot to kill, Heltah Skeltah's here\nTry square with me, clean a man like Mr. Belvedeere\nBorn in a place so far away it's prehistoric, Bedrock\nNo regular man survive that?, from the age of stone\nTo the age of chrome, from Bedrock to Bucktown my fuckin' names known\n\nChorus4x:\n\n(Rock: Military Punisher Rock MP)\n(Manson punishin' and keep robbing like Danville)\n(Scar on my face but im not Al Pacino)\n(Run for your guns me and self comin' through, Heltah Skeltah)\n\n[Ruck] We will, We will\n\n[Rock] We will Rock you, motherfuckin' knock you...\n\n[Ruck] Beats more western mom do?\nFrom the land of the darkness Heltah Skeltah... We will, We will rock\nYou... Word is Born\n\n[Background 8x] \"I see the horizon the Grate Unknown\"","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Grate Unknown\n  artist: Heltah Skeltah\n  album: Nocturnal\n  duration_ms: 258000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Song: Grate Unknown\n\n  [Background] \"I see the horizon the Grate Unknown\"\n\n  Intro\n  [Ruck] Im telling you man cut it out\n  Yo... we embarked on this nocturnal excursion in order to exchange\n  Conversation with these mortals not to play games\n  For real behind every great Ruck there's a Rock\n  The Rockness Monsta... Dutch\n\n  Verse One:\n  [Rockness Monsta] Yo it's the Rockness not Rock live\n  Then again im Rock when im live\n  But im not fat then again my shit is so fat\n  Fans let your shot's fly (PLOW! PLOW! PLOW!)\n  Swift and changeable no style, be Rock style\n  Not foul, but play with me at your own risk and I might not smile\n  You get with the pawn, in one arms\n  I don't fight clean, flow like a butterfly, sting like a scorpion\n  On the tip of a sick ding-a-ling, bring the noise with your peeps\n  We up in this space deep, wit' nines like Star-Fleet, ah shit\n  God bitch ass rappers, and P i'll trap ya, then like a federal case\n  I'll crack ya word to my man Don Rulla, i'll cold beat your crew up\n  If it gets thick then number two-a, pass me the ruler\n  Click Click... Booya!\n\n  Chorus 2x:\n  [Rock] If you don't know like I know,\n  Then act like you know, like I know\n\n  (Rock: I beat's more ass than mom dukes leather belta)\n  (Ruck:'Cause Rock make cops throw Glocks Down like Heather)\n\n  [Background] \"The Grate Unknown\"\n\n  Verse Two:\n  I turn this upside down, clown\n  Watch me and you'll get the picture, if ya don't understand\n  Why I be the Mr. Flipster, rhyme deliverer\n  Nine slug through your spine, and leave you on the floor vibratin'\n  Like a fouled line\n  Find the robbies, lurking in the dark ally\n  With more nigga, than a motherfuckin' guard rally\n  Tally up all the throats, the strangler hold choke\n  That all the riots that my brother Ruck is provoked, don't like my style\n  So I don't give a WHAT, cuz you bring the beef, and the Rock\n  All the Rock buck you one time, so cover you by the loggins\n  Machete I chop that beef you pop, and feed it to my nigga doggen\n  Follow the trail of broken backs and, at the end of each you'll find\n  Me standing with my blackjack, with the Smith and Wessun on my side smoke\n  Another gat\n  (Ruck: Some Illa Noyz be the act for the attack)\n  Fuck you street fighter, front if you wanna get hyper\n  I strap on bombs and blow your face up like Stryker\n  Yo representatives light up another? Spliff, while i dip, by the way\n  (Smack) big up to the I'll bitch\n\n  Chorus 4x:\n\n  (Rock: Rockness Monsta, stomp ya,?)\n  (Never changin', forever face rearangin')\n  (You asked for it who want beef so here's war)\n\n  [Background] 4x: I see the horizon the Grate Unknown\n\n  [Ruck] We will, we will Rock you\n\n  Verse Three:\n  Question (What)\n  Yo, who's the crew with the juice tryin' to front (What!)\n  Yo money, yo life and wars all I want (What!)\n  Bring all beef to Bedrock I got my gun (What!)\n  Niggas soft as burger buns (What! What!)\n  Front man shit, spit\n  On the grave of the weak, when i speak, my tongue is nasty as a freak\n  I'm in a inner state of, inner mind\n  Which inner twines, with my inner body now im energizes\n  Its an insane shame, you can ask Ricky Steen\n  Order b-cheese be sweatin', no shorties only gettin' green\n  BLING! the sound then? ghost, gone, me and Sean\n  Your shit's now paid for the Tron, need i go on you damn right\n  Im foul as fuck, so if I should go to the line and shoot two (ah, shit duck)\n  Like James Bond I shoot to kill, Heltah Skeltah's here\n  Try square with me, clean a man like Mr. Belvedeere\n  Born in a place so far away it's prehistoric, Bedrock\n  No regular man survive that?, from the age of stone\n  To the age of chrome, from Bedrock to Bucktown my fuckin' names known\n\n  Chorus4x:\n\n  (Rock: Military Punisher Rock MP)\n  (Manson punishin' and keep robbing like Danville)\n  (Scar on my face but im not Al Pacino)\n  (Run for your guns me and self comin' through, Heltah Skeltah)\n\n  [Ruck] We will, We will\n\n  [Rock] We will Rock you, motherfuckin' knock you...\n\n  [Ruck] Beats more western mom do?\n  From the land of the darkness Heltah Skeltah... We will, We will rock\n  You... Word is Born\n\n  [Background 8x] \"I see the horizon the Grate Unknown\"\n"},{"id":9508579,"name":"Grate Unknown","trackName":"Grate Unknown","artistName":"Heltah Skeltah","albumName":"Nocturnal (Re-Rip)","duration":257.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Song: Grate Unknown\n\n[Background] \"I see the horizon the Grate Unknown\"\n\nIntro\n[Ruck] Im telling you man cut it out\nYo... we embarked on this nocturnal excursion in order to exchange\nConversation with these mortals not to play games\nFor real behind every great Ruck there's a Rock\nThe Rockness Monsta... Dutch\n\nVerse One:\n[Rockness Monsta] Yo it's the Rockness not Rock live\nThen again im Rock when im live\nBut im not fat then again my shit is so fat\nFans let your shot's fly (PLOW! PLOW! PLOW!)\nSwift and changeable no style, be Rock style\nNot foul, but play with me at your own risk and I might not smile\nYou get with the pawn, in one arms\nI don't fight clean, flow like a butterfly, sting like a scorpion\nOn the tip of a sick ding-a-ling, bring the noise with your peeps\nWe up in this space deep, wit' nines like Star-Fleet, ah shit\nGod bitch ass rappers, and P i'll trap ya, then like a federal case\nI'll crack ya word to my man Don Rulla, i'll cold beat your crew up\nIf it gets thick then number two-a, pass me the ruler\nClick Click... Booya!\n\nChorus 2x:\n[Rock] If you don't know like I know,\nThen act like you know, like I know\n\n(Rock: I beat's more ass than mom dukes leather belta)\n(Ruck:'Cause Rock make cops throw Glocks Down like Heather)\n\n[Background] \"The Grate Unknown\"\n\nVerse Two:\nI turn this upside down, clown\nWatch me and you'll get the picture, if ya don't understand\nWhy I be the Mr. Flipster, rhyme deliverer\nNine slug through your spine, and leave you on the floor vibratin'\nLike a fouled line\nFind the robbies, lurking in the dark ally\nWith more nigga, than a motherfuckin' guard rally\nTally up all the throats, the strangler hold choke\nThat all the riots that my brother Ruck is provoked, don't like my style\nSo I don't give a WHAT, cuz you bring the beef, and the Rock\nAll the Rock buck you one time, so cover you by the loggins\nMachete I chop that beef you pop, and feed it to my nigga doggen\nFollow the trail of broken backs and, at the end of each you'll find\nMe standing with my blackjack, with the Smith and Wessun on my side smoke\nAnother gat\n(Ruck: Some Illa Noyz be the act for the attack)\nFuck you street fighter, front if you wanna get hyper\nI strap on bombs and blow your face up like Stryker\nYo representatives light up another? Spliff, while i dip, by the way\n(smack) big up to the I'll bitch\n\nChorus 4x:\n\n(Rock: Rockness Monsta, stomp ya,?)\n(Never changin', forever face rearangin')\n(You asked for it who want beef so here's war)\n\n[Background] 4x: I see the horizon the Grate Unknown\n\n[Ruck] We will, we will Rock you\n\nVerse Three:\nQuestion (What)\nYo, who's the crew with the juice tryin' to front (What!)\nYo money, yo life and wars all I want (What!)\nBring all beef to Bedrock I got my gun (What!)\nNiggas soft as burger buns (What! What!)\nFront man shit, spit\nOn the grave of the weak, when i speak, my tongue is nasty as a freak\nI'm in a inner state of, inner mind\nWhich inner twines, with my inner body now im energizes\nIts an insane shame, you can ask Ricky Steen\nOrder b-cheese be sweatin', no shorties only gettin' green\nBLING! the sound then? ghost, gone, me and Sean\nYour shit's now paid for the Tron, need i go on you damn right\nIm foul as fuck, so if I should go to the line and shoot two (ah, shit duck)\nLike James Bond I shoot to kill, Heltah Skeltah's here\nTry square with me, clean a man like Mr. Belvedeere\nBorn in a place so far away it's prehistoric, Bedrock\nNo regular man survive that?, from the age of stone\nTo the age of chrome, from Bedrock to Bucktown my fuckin' names known\n\nChorus4x:\n\n(Rock: Military Punisher Rock MP)\n(Manson punishin' and keep robbing like Danville)\n(Scar on my face but im not Al Pacino)\n(Run for your guns me and self comin' through, Heltah Skeltah)\n\n[Ruck] We will, We will\n\n[Rock] We will Rock you, motherfuckin' knock you...\n\n[Ruck] Beats more western mom do?\nFrom the land of the darkness Heltah Skeltah... We will, We will rock\nYou... Word is Born\n\n[Background 8x] \"I see the horizon the Grate Unknown\"","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Grate Unknown\n  artist: Heltah Skeltah\n  album: Nocturnal (Re-Rip)\n  duration_ms: 257000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Song: Grate Unknown\n\n  [Background] \"I see the horizon the Grate Unknown\"\n\n  Intro\n  [Ruck] Im telling you man cut it out\n  Yo... we embarked on this nocturnal excursion in order to exchange\n  Conversation with these mortals not to play games\n  For real behind every great Ruck there's a Rock\n  The Rockness Monsta... Dutch\n\n  Verse One:\n  [Rockness Monsta] Yo it's the Rockness not Rock live\n  Then again im Rock when im live\n  But im not fat then again my shit is so fat\n  Fans let your shot's fly (PLOW! PLOW! PLOW!)\n  Swift and changeable no style, be Rock style\n  Not foul, but play with me at your own risk and I might not smile\n  You get with the pawn, in one arms\n  I don't fight clean, flow like a butterfly, sting like a scorpion\n  On the tip of a sick ding-a-ling, bring the noise with your peeps\n  We up in this space deep, wit' nines like Star-Fleet, ah shit\n  God bitch ass rappers, and P i'll trap ya, then like a federal case\n  I'll crack ya word to my man Don Rulla, i'll cold beat your crew up\n  If it gets thick then number two-a, pass me the ruler\n  Click Click... Booya!\n\n  Chorus 2x:\n  [Rock] If you don't know like I know,\n  Then act like you know, like I know\n\n  (Rock: I beat's more ass than mom dukes leather belta)\n  (Ruck:'Cause Rock make cops throw Glocks Down like Heather)\n\n  [Background] \"The Grate Unknown\"\n\n  Verse Two:\n  I turn this upside down, clown\n  Watch me and you'll get the picture, if ya don't understand\n  Why I be the Mr. Flipster, rhyme deliverer\n  Nine slug through your spine, and leave you on the floor vibratin'\n  Like a fouled line\n  Find the robbies, lurking in the dark ally\n  With more nigga, than a motherfuckin' guard rally\n  Tally up all the throats, the strangler hold choke\n  That all the riots that my brother Ruck is provoked, don't like my style\n  So I don't give a WHAT, cuz you bring the beef, and the Rock\n  All the Rock buck you one time, so cover you by the loggins\n  Machete I chop that beef you pop, and feed it to my nigga doggen\n  Follow the trail of broken backs and, at the end of each you'll find\n  Me standing with my blackjack, with the Smith and Wessun on my side smoke\n  Another gat\n  (Ruck: Some Illa Noyz be the act for the attack)\n  Fuck you street fighter, front if you wanna get hyper\n  I strap on bombs and blow your face up like Stryker\n  Yo representatives light up another? Spliff, while i dip, by the way\n  (smack) big up to the I'll bitch\n\n  Chorus 4x:\n\n  (Rock: Rockness Monsta, stomp ya,?)\n  (Never changin', forever face rearangin')\n  (You asked for it who want beef so here's war)\n\n  [Background] 4x: I see the horizon the Grate Unknown\n\n  [Ruck] We will, we will Rock you\n\n  Verse Three:\n  Question (What)\n  Yo, who's the crew with the juice tryin' to front (What!)\n  Yo money, yo life and wars all I want (What!)\n  Bring all beef to Bedrock I got my gun (What!)\n  Niggas soft as burger buns (What! What!)\n  Front man shit, spit\n  On the grave of the weak, when i speak, my tongue is nasty as a freak\n  I'm in a inner state of, inner mind\n  Which inner twines, with my inner body now im energizes\n  Its an insane shame, you can ask Ricky Steen\n  Order b-cheese be sweatin', no shorties only gettin' green\n  BLING! the sound then? ghost, gone, me and Sean\n  Your shit's now paid for the Tron, need i go on you damn right\n  Im foul as fuck, so if I should go to the line and shoot two (ah, shit duck)\n  Like James Bond I shoot to kill, Heltah Skeltah's here\n  Try square with me, clean a man like Mr. Belvedeere\n  Born in a place so far away it's prehistoric, Bedrock\n  No regular man survive that?, from the age of stone\n  To the age of chrome, from Bedrock to Bucktown my fuckin' names known\n\n  Chorus4x:\n\n  (Rock: Military Punisher Rock MP)\n  (Manson punishin' and keep robbing like Danville)\n  (Scar on my face but im not Al Pacino)\n  (Run for your guns me and self comin' through, Heltah Skeltah)\n\n  [Ruck] We will, We will\n\n  [Rock] We will Rock you, motherfuckin' knock you...\n\n  [Ruck] Beats more western mom do?\n  From the land of the darkness Heltah Skeltah... We will, We will rock\n  You... Word is Born\n\n  [Background 8x] \"I see the horizon the Grate Unknown\"\n"},{"id":27600329,"name":"Grate Unknown (Explicit)","trackName":"Grate Unknown (Explicit)","artistName":"Heltah Skeltah","albumName":"Nocturnal","duration":259.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Song: Grate Unknown\n\n[Background] \"I see the horizon the Grate Unknown\"\n\nIntro\n[Ruck] Im telling you man cut it out\nYo... we embarked on this nocturnal excursion in order to exchange\nConversation with these mortals not to play games\nFor real behind every great Ruck there's a Rock\nThe Rockness Monsta... Dutch\n\nVerse One:\n[Rockness Monsta] Yo it's the Rockness not Rock live\nThen again im Rock when im live\nBut im not fat then again my shit is so fat\nFans let your shot's fly (PLOW! PLOW! PLOW!)\nSwift and changeable no style, be Rock style\nNot foul, but play with me at your own risk and I might not smile\nYou get with the pawn, in one arms\nI don't fight clean, flow like a butterfly, sting like a scorpion\nOn the tip of a sick ding-a-ling, bring the noise with your peeps\nWe up in this space deep, wit' nines like Star-Fleet, ah shit\nGod bitch ass rappers, and P i'll trap ya, then like a federal case\nI'll crack ya word to my man Don Rulla, i'll cold beat your crew up\nIf it gets thick then number two-a, pass me the ruler\nClick Click... Booya!\n\nChorus 2x:\n[Rock] If you don't know like I know,\nThen act like you know, like I know\n\n(Rock: I beat's more ass than mom dukes leather belta)\n(Ruck:'Cause Rock make cops throw Glocks Down like Heather)\n\n[Background] \"The Grate Unknown\"\n\nVerse Two:\nI turn this upside down, clown\nWatch me and you'll get the picture, if ya don't understand\nWhy I be the Mr. Flipster, rhyme deliverer\nNine slug through your spine, and leave you on the floor vibratin'\nLike a fouled line\nFind the robbies, lurking in the dark ally\nWith more nigga, than a motherfuckin' guard rally\nTally up all the throats, the strangler hold choke\nThat all the riots that my brother Ruck is provoked, don't like my style\nSo I don't give a WHAT, cuz you bring the beef, and the Rock\nAll the Rock buck you one time, so cover you by the loggins\nMachete I chop that beef you pop, and feed it to my nigga doggen\nFollow the trail of broken backs and, at the end of each you'll find\nMe standing with my blackjack, with the Smith and Wessun on my side smoke\nAnother gat\n(Ruck: Some Illa Noyz be the act for the attack)\nFuck you street fighter, front if you wanna get hyper\nI strap on bombs and blow your face up like Stryker\nYo representatives light up another? Spliff, while i dip, by the way\n(smack) big up to the I'll bitch\n\nChorus 4x:\n\n(Rock: Rockness Monsta, stomp ya,?)\n(Never changin', forever face rearangin')\n(You asked for it who want beef so here's war)\n\n[Background] 4x: I see the horizon the Grate Unknown\n\n[Ruck] We will, we will Rock you\n\nVerse Three:\nQuestion (What)\nYo, who's the crew with the juice tryin' to front (What!)\nYo money, yo life and wars all I want (What!)\nBring all beef to Bedrock I got my gun (What!)\nNiggas soft as burger buns (What! What!)\nFront man shit, spit\nOn the grave of the weak, when i speak, my tongue is nasty as a freak\nI'm in a inner state of, inner mind\nWhich inner twines, with my inner body now im energizes\nIts an insane shame, you can ask Ricky Steen\nOrder b-cheese be sweatin', no shorties only gettin' green\nBLING! the sound then? ghost, gone, me and Sean\nYour shit's now paid for the Tron, need i go on you damn right\nIm foul as fuck, so if I should go to the line and shoot two (ah, shit duck)\nLike James Bond I shoot to kill, Heltah Skeltah's here\nTry square with me, clean a man like Mr. Belvedeere\nBorn in a place so far away it's prehistoric, Bedrock\nNo regular man survive that?, from the age of stone\nTo the age of chrome, from Bedrock to Bucktown my fuckin' names known\n\nChorus4x:\n\n(Rock: Military Punisher Rock MP)\n(Manson punishin' and keep robbing like Danville)\n(Scar on my face but im not Al Pacino)\n(Run for your guns me and self comin' through, Heltah Skeltah)\n\n[Ruck] We will, We will\n\n[Rock] We will Rock you, motherfuckin' knock you...\n\n[Ruck] Beats more western mom do?\nFrom the land of the darkness Heltah Skeltah... We will, We will rock\nYou... Word is Born\n\n[Background 8x] \"I see the horizon the Grate Unknown\"","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Grate Unknown (Explicit)\n  artist: Heltah Skeltah\n  album: Nocturnal\n  duration_ms: 259000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Song: Grate Unknown\n\n  [Background] \"I see the horizon the Grate Unknown\"\n\n  Intro\n  [Ruck] Im telling you man cut it out\n  Yo... we embarked on this nocturnal excursion in order to exchange\n  Conversation with these mortals not to play games\n  For real behind every great Ruck there's a Rock\n  The Rockness Monsta... Dutch\n\n  Verse One:\n  [Rockness Monsta] Yo it's the Rockness not Rock live\n  Then again im Rock when im live\n  But im not fat then again my shit is so fat\n  Fans let your shot's fly (PLOW! PLOW! PLOW!)\n  Swift and changeable no style, be Rock style\n  Not foul, but play with me at your own risk and I might not smile\n  You get with the pawn, in one arms\n  I don't fight clean, flow like a butterfly, sting like a scorpion\n  On the tip of a sick ding-a-ling, bring the noise with your peeps\n  We up in this space deep, wit' nines like Star-Fleet, ah shit\n  God bitch ass rappers, and P i'll trap ya, then like a federal case\n  I'll crack ya word to my man Don Rulla, i'll cold beat your crew up\n  If it gets thick then number two-a, pass me the ruler\n  Click Click... Booya!\n\n  Chorus 2x:\n  [Rock] If you don't know like I know,\n  Then act like you know, like I know\n\n  (Rock: I beat's more ass than mom dukes leather belta)\n  (Ruck:'Cause Rock make cops throw Glocks Down like Heather)\n\n  [Background] \"The Grate Unknown\"\n\n  Verse Two:\n  I turn this upside down, clown\n  Watch me and you'll get the picture, if ya don't understand\n  Why I be the Mr. Flipster, rhyme deliverer\n  Nine slug through your spine, and leave you on the floor vibratin'\n  Like a fouled line\n  Find the robbies, lurking in the dark ally\n  With more nigga, than a motherfuckin' guard rally\n  Tally up all the throats, the strangler hold choke\n  That all the riots that my brother Ruck is provoked, don't like my style\n  So I don't give a WHAT, cuz you bring the beef, and the Rock\n  All the Rock buck you one time, so cover you by the loggins\n  Machete I chop that beef you pop, and feed it to my nigga doggen\n  Follow the trail of broken backs and, at the end of each you'll find\n  Me standing with my blackjack, with the Smith and Wessun on my side smoke\n  Another gat\n  (Ruck: Some Illa Noyz be the act for the attack)\n  Fuck you street fighter, front if you wanna get hyper\n  I strap on bombs and blow your face up like Stryker\n  Yo representatives light up another? Spliff, while i dip, by the way\n  (smack) big up to the I'll bitch\n\n  Chorus 4x:\n\n  (Rock: Rockness Monsta, stomp ya,?)\n  (Never changin', forever face rearangin')\n  (You asked for it who want beef so here's war)\n\n  [Background] 4x: I see the horizon the Grate Unknown\n\n  [Ruck] We will, we will Rock you\n\n  Verse Three:\n  Question (What)\n  Yo, who's the crew with the juice tryin' to front (What!)\n  Yo money, yo life and wars all I want (What!)\n  Bring all beef to Bedrock I got my gun (What!)\n  Niggas soft as burger buns (What! What!)\n  Front man shit, spit\n  On the grave of the weak, when i speak, my tongue is nasty as a freak\n  I'm in a inner state of, inner mind\n  Which inner twines, with my inner body now im energizes\n  Its an insane shame, you can ask Ricky Steen\n  Order b-cheese be sweatin', no shorties only gettin' green\n  BLING! the sound then? ghost, gone, me and Sean\n  Your shit's now paid for the Tron, need i go on you damn right\n  Im foul as fuck, so if I should go to the line and shoot two (ah, shit duck)\n  Like James Bond I shoot to kill, Heltah Skeltah's here\n  Try square with me, clean a man like Mr. Belvedeere\n  Born in a place so far away it's prehistoric, Bedrock\n  No regular man survive that?, from the age of stone\n  To the age of chrome, from Bedrock to Bucktown my fuckin' names known\n\n  Chorus4x:\n\n  (Rock: Military Punisher Rock MP)\n  (Manson punishin' and keep robbing like Danville)\n  (Scar on my face but im not Al Pacino)\n  (Run for your guns me and self comin' through, Heltah Skeltah)\n\n  [Ruck] We will, We will\n\n  [Rock] We will Rock you, motherfuckin' knock you...\n\n  [Ruck] Beats more western mom do?\n  From the land of the darkness Heltah Skeltah... We will, We will rock\n  You... Word is Born\n\n  [Background 8x] \"I see the horizon the Grate Unknown\"\n"}]