[{"id":459997,"name":"Operation Lock Down","trackName":"Operation Lock Down","artistName":"Heltah Skeltah","albumName":"Nocturnal (Explicit)","duration":265.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Intro:\n\nRuck and Rock, taking you up a notch higher\n\nI mean, it was cool aht first yunno\nJus yunno, rapping about nuhthing\nBuht then like whut happened wuz\n(B.C.C.) The people they started, yunno to talk about tings that make sense\n(B.C.C.) I wuz like \"What the fuck?\"\n(B.C.C.) People with real shit I wuhlike \"Get the fuck outta here\"\n(B.C.C.) Whaddo they think they doing?\n(B.C.C.) I dunno where that shit come from man.\n(B.C.C.) I wuz like, \"Yo it's fuckin amazing\" right?\n(B.C.C.) Real\n(B.C.C.) It's real, I don even know how the shit start\n\nVerse One: Rock, Ruck\n\nIt went down like this, one little nigga snuck through the door\nPeeped the scene, sniped a few, then crept through with two more\nHeads were gettin nervous, that's three now they wanna break North\nToo late -- five more tore the door straight the fuck off\nIt's on now; gettin down in the trenches\nEight soldiers gettin in mo' ass than splinters on raggedy benches\nSince it's war, ain't shit sweet this Clique\nDisperse and then they transform to chess pieces\n\nOn fake grounds never spare clowns\nRuck and Rock be the rooks hold the square down\nAre you prepared now I tear down, any opponent who similies\nStyles buckwild meanwhile your ass I obliterate\nDemonstrate, tactics you need practice\nFirst of all your monkey-ass rhyme like you're backwards\nI should smash kids, when they try to get beyond\nLimits, timid, but they could never get with Sean (say word)\nDat's word, Sean don't give a\nWhatevah then they got niggaz who're snakes that slither (hisssss)\nAnd if ya, wanna come test the inflixter\nI got your name number address plus your picture\n\nChorus:\n\nThis is the B.C.C., N Double D\nIn the Ninety-Now we lock it down\nThis is the B.C.C., N Double D\nIn the Ninety-Now we lock it down\n\nVerse Two: Ruck, Rock\n\nPeep my words, yes my heavenly words, word\nThat get niggaz locked up in seventy-third\nPrefer to chill, but the Sun can't do that\nDue to my temperature tempted to bring it where your crew's at\nYou lack with the skills that it takes to make\nEnds meet cause it seems that your ass is weak\nMy occupation's, Operation, Lockdown\nOn your radio station whoever got the hot sound\n\nWho wan tess y'all?\nMr. Mall-Doo, a.k.a. Rock-Ness y'all\nGuard your chest y'all\nNothing can protect y'all\nFrom Buckshot on down to the rest y'all\nWe runnin through your set y'all\nFuck the rest y'all, we be the best y'all\nYesh yesh y'all\nI crack backs North South East and West y'all\nWe know fresh y'all\nI did do I guess y'all\nI didn't say I doesn't indeed sex I never measure\nReady to wet y'all\nPlace your bottom dollar bets y'all\nChest will become messed bored if you flex y'all\nNevertheless y'all\nWe out to save the ship before it's dead y'all\nLock it down with the full court press y'all\n\nChorus: 2X\n\nHa ha ha haaa\nThis is the year, the Ninety Now\nOn with the flows, conversations over beats\nDo not touch microphones\nI repeat, do not touch microphones\nThis concludes our exodus Eight men are moving in the Ninety Now\nVery hazardous to your health And that's my B.C.C. show you how\nYou can get with the shit that we got\nHeltah Skeltah The rook the rook the Ruck the Rock man\nWe keep shit locked down\nKid, duck down (B.C.C.)\nLock it down lock it down (B.C.C.)\nOperation Lockdown (B.C.C.)\nLock it down lock it down (B.C.C.)\n(B.C.C.)\nLocked down (B.C.C.)\nThe weak do not stand a chance (B.C.C.)\n(B.C.C.)\nThis I promise you (B.C.C.)\n(B.C.C.)\n\nChorus 2X","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Operation Lock Down\n  artist: Heltah Skeltah\n  album: Nocturnal (Explicit)\n  duration_ms: 265000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Intro:\n\n  Ruck and Rock, taking you up a notch higher\n\n  I mean, it was cool aht first yunno\n  Jus yunno, rapping about nuhthing\n  Buht then like whut happened wuz\n  (B.C.C.) The people they started, yunno to talk about tings that make sense\n  (B.C.C.) I wuz like \"What the fuck?\"\n  (B.C.C.) People with real shit I wuhlike \"Get the fuck outta here\"\n  (B.C.C.) Whaddo they think they doing?\n  (B.C.C.) I dunno where that shit come from man.\n  (B.C.C.) I wuz like, \"Yo it's fuckin amazing\" right?\n  (B.C.C.) Real\n  (B.C.C.) It's real, I don even know how the shit start\n\n  Verse One: Rock, Ruck\n\n  It went down like this, one little nigga snuck through the door\n  Peeped the scene, sniped a few, then crept through with two more\n  Heads were gettin nervous, that's three now they wanna break North\n  Too late -- five more tore the door straight the fuck off\n  It's on now; gettin down in the trenches\n  Eight soldiers gettin in mo' ass than splinters on raggedy benches\n  Since it's war, ain't shit sweet this Clique\n  Disperse and then they transform to chess pieces\n\n  On fake grounds never spare clowns\n  Ruck and Rock be the rooks hold the square down\n  Are you prepared now I tear down, any opponent who similies\n  Styles buckwild meanwhile your ass I obliterate\n  Demonstrate, tactics you need practice\n  First of all your monkey-ass rhyme like you're backwards\n  I should smash kids, when they try to get beyond\n  Limits, timid, but they could never get with Sean (say word)\n  Dat's word, Sean don't give a\n  Whatevah then they got niggaz who're snakes that slither (hisssss)\n  And if ya, wanna come test the inflixter\n  I got your name number address plus your picture\n\n  Chorus:\n\n  This is the B.C.C., N Double D\n  In the Ninety-Now we lock it down\n  This is the B.C.C., N Double D\n  In the Ninety-Now we lock it down\n\n  Verse Two: Ruck, Rock\n\n  Peep my words, yes my heavenly words, word\n  That get niggaz locked up in seventy-third\n  Prefer to chill, but the Sun can't do that\n  Due to my temperature tempted to bring it where your crew's at\n  You lack with the skills that it takes to make\n  Ends meet cause it seems that your ass is weak\n  My occupation's, Operation, Lockdown\n  On your radio station whoever got the hot sound\n\n  Who wan tess y'all?\n  Mr. Mall-Doo, a.k.a. Rock-Ness y'all\n  Guard your chest y'all\n  Nothing can protect y'all\n  From Buckshot on down to the rest y'all\n  We runnin through your set y'all\n  Fuck the rest y'all, we be the best y'all\n  Yesh yesh y'all\n  I crack backs North South East and West y'all\n  We know fresh y'all\n  I did do I guess y'all\n  I didn't say I doesn't indeed sex I never measure\n  Ready to wet y'all\n  Place your bottom dollar bets y'all\n  Chest will become messed bored if you flex y'all\n  Nevertheless y'all\n  We out to save the ship before it's dead y'all\n  Lock it down with the full court press y'all\n\n  Chorus: 2X\n\n  Ha ha ha haaa\n  This is the year, the Ninety Now\n  On with the flows, conversations over beats\n  Do not touch microphones\n  I repeat, do not touch microphones\n  This concludes our exodus Eight men are moving in the Ninety Now\n  Very hazardous to your health And that's my B.C.C. show you how\n  You can get with the shit that we got\n  Heltah Skeltah The rook the rook the Ruck the Rock man\n  We keep shit locked down\n  Kid, duck down (B.C.C.)\n  Lock it down lock it down (B.C.C.)\n  Operation Lockdown (B.C.C.)\n  Lock it down lock it down (B.C.C.)\n  (B.C.C.)\n  Locked down (B.C.C.)\n  The weak do not stand a chance (B.C.C.)\n  (B.C.C.)\n  This I promise you (B.C.C.)\n  (B.C.C.)\n\n  Chorus 2X\n"},{"id":459998,"name":"Operation Lock Down","trackName":"Operation Lock Down","artistName":"Heltah Skeltah","albumName":"Nocturnal","duration":265.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Intro:\n\nRuck and Rock, taking you up a notch higher\n\nI mean, it was cool aht first yunno\nJus yunno, rapping about nuhthing\nBuht then like whut happened wuz\n(B.C.C.) The people they started, yunno to talk about tings that make sense\n(B.C.C.) I wuz like \"What the fuck?\"\n(B.C.C.) People with real shit I wuhlike \"Get the fuck outta here\"\n(B.C.C.) Whaddo they think they doing?\n(B.C.C.) I dunno where that shit come from man.\n(B.C.C.) I wuz like, \"Yo it's fuckin amazing\" right?\n(B.C.C.) Real\n(B.C.C.) It's real, I don even know how the shit start\n\nVerse One: Rock, Ruck\n\nIt went down like this, one little nigga snuck through the door\nPeeped the scene, sniped a few, then crept through with two more\nHeads were gettin nervous, that's three now they wanna break North\nToo late -- five more tore the door straight the fuck off\nIt's on now; gettin down in the trenches\nEight soldiers gettin in mo' ass than splinters on raggedy benches\nSince it's war, ain't shit sweet this Clique\nDisperse and then they transform to chess pieces\n\nOn fake grounds never spare clowns\nRuck and Rock be the rooks hold the square down\nAre you prepared now I tear down, any opponent who similies\nStyles buckwild meanwhile your ass I obliterate\nDemonstrate, tactics you need practice\nFirst of all your monkey-ass rhyme like you're backwards\nI should smash kids, when they try to get beyond\nLimits, timid, but they could never get with Sean (say word)\nDat's word, Sean don't give a\nWhatevah then they got niggaz who're snakes that slither (hisssss)\nAnd if ya, wanna come test the inflixter\nI got your name number address plus your picture\n\nChorus:\n\nThis is the B.C.C., N Double D\nIn the Ninety-Now we lock it down\nThis is the B.C.C., N Double D\nIn the Ninety-Now we lock it down\n\nVerse Two: Ruck, Rock\n\nPeep my words, yes my heavenly words, word\nThat get niggaz locked up in seventy-third\nPrefer to chill, but the Sun can't do that\nDue to my temperature tempted to bring it where your crew's at\nYou lack with the skills that it takes to make\nEnds meet cause it seems that your ass is weak\nMy occupation's, Operation, Lockdown\nOn your radio station whoever got the hot sound\n\nWho wan tess y'all?\nMr. Mall-Doo, a.k.a. Rock-Ness y'all\nGuard your chest y'all\nNothing can protect y'all\nFrom Buckshot on down to the rest y'all\nWe runnin through your set y'all\nFuck the rest y'all, we be the best y'all\nYesh yesh y'all\nI crack backs North South East and West y'all\nWe know fresh y'all\nI did do I guess y'all\nI didn't say I doesn't indeed sex I never measure\nReady to wet y'all\nPlace your bottom dollar bets y'all\nChest will become messed bored if you flex y'all\nNevertheless y'all\nWe out to save the ship before it's dead y'all\nLock it down with the full court press y'all\n\nChorus: 2X\n\nHa ha ha haaa\nThis is the year, the Ninety Now\nOn with the flows, conversations over beats\nDo not touch microphones\nI repeat, do not touch microphones\nThis concludes our exodus Eight men are moving in the Ninety Now\nVery hazardous to your health And that's my B.C.C. show you how\nYou can get with the shit that we got\nHeltah Skeltah The rook the rook the Ruck the Rock man\nWe keep shit locked down\nKid, duck down (B.C.C.)\nLock it down lock it down (B.C.C.)\nOperation Lockdown (B.C.C.)\nLock it down lock it down (B.C.C.)\n(B.C.C.)\nLocked down (B.C.C.)\nThe weak do not stand a chance (B.C.C.)\n(B.C.C.)\nThis I promise you (B.C.C.)\n(B.C.C.)\n\nChorus 2X","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Operation Lock Down\n  artist: Heltah Skeltah\n  album: Nocturnal\n  duration_ms: 265000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Intro:\n\n  Ruck and Rock, taking you up a notch higher\n\n  I mean, it was cool aht first yunno\n  Jus yunno, rapping about nuhthing\n  Buht then like whut happened wuz\n  (B.C.C.) The people they started, yunno to talk about tings that make sense\n  (B.C.C.) I wuz like \"What the fuck?\"\n  (B.C.C.) People with real shit I wuhlike \"Get the fuck outta here\"\n  (B.C.C.) Whaddo they think they doing?\n  (B.C.C.) I dunno where that shit come from man.\n  (B.C.C.) I wuz like, \"Yo it's fuckin amazing\" right?\n  (B.C.C.) Real\n  (B.C.C.) It's real, I don even know how the shit start\n\n  Verse One: Rock, Ruck\n\n  It went down like this, one little nigga snuck through the door\n  Peeped the scene, sniped a few, then crept through with two more\n  Heads were gettin nervous, that's three now they wanna break North\n  Too late -- five more tore the door straight the fuck off\n  It's on now; gettin down in the trenches\n  Eight soldiers gettin in mo' ass than splinters on raggedy benches\n  Since it's war, ain't shit sweet this Clique\n  Disperse and then they transform to chess pieces\n\n  On fake grounds never spare clowns\n  Ruck and Rock be the rooks hold the square down\n  Are you prepared now I tear down, any opponent who similies\n  Styles buckwild meanwhile your ass I obliterate\n  Demonstrate, tactics you need practice\n  First of all your monkey-ass rhyme like you're backwards\n  I should smash kids, when they try to get beyond\n  Limits, timid, but they could never get with Sean (say word)\n  Dat's word, Sean don't give a\n  Whatevah then they got niggaz who're snakes that slither (hisssss)\n  And if ya, wanna come test the inflixter\n  I got your name number address plus your picture\n\n  Chorus:\n\n  This is the B.C.C., N Double D\n  In the Ninety-Now we lock it down\n  This is the B.C.C., N Double D\n  In the Ninety-Now we lock it down\n\n  Verse Two: Ruck, Rock\n\n  Peep my words, yes my heavenly words, word\n  That get niggaz locked up in seventy-third\n  Prefer to chill, but the Sun can't do that\n  Due to my temperature tempted to bring it where your crew's at\n  You lack with the skills that it takes to make\n  Ends meet cause it seems that your ass is weak\n  My occupation's, Operation, Lockdown\n  On your radio station whoever got the hot sound\n\n  Who wan tess y'all?\n  Mr. Mall-Doo, a.k.a. Rock-Ness y'all\n  Guard your chest y'all\n  Nothing can protect y'all\n  From Buckshot on down to the rest y'all\n  We runnin through your set y'all\n  Fuck the rest y'all, we be the best y'all\n  Yesh yesh y'all\n  I crack backs North South East and West y'all\n  We know fresh y'all\n  I did do I guess y'all\n  I didn't say I doesn't indeed sex I never measure\n  Ready to wet y'all\n  Place your bottom dollar bets y'all\n  Chest will become messed bored if you flex y'all\n  Nevertheless y'all\n  We out to save the ship before it's dead y'all\n  Lock it down with the full court press y'all\n\n  Chorus: 2X\n\n  Ha ha ha haaa\n  This is the year, the Ninety Now\n  On with the flows, conversations over beats\n  Do not touch microphones\n  I repeat, do not touch microphones\n  This concludes our exodus Eight men are moving in the Ninety Now\n  Very hazardous to your health And that's my B.C.C. show you how\n  You can get with the shit that we got\n  Heltah Skeltah The rook the rook the Ruck the Rock man\n  We keep shit locked down\n  Kid, duck down (B.C.C.)\n  Lock it down lock it down (B.C.C.)\n  Operation Lockdown (B.C.C.)\n  Lock it down lock it down (B.C.C.)\n  (B.C.C.)\n  Locked down (B.C.C.)\n  The weak do not stand a chance (B.C.C.)\n  (B.C.C.)\n  This I promise you (B.C.C.)\n  (B.C.C.)\n\n  Chorus 2X\n"},{"id":23885995,"name":"Operation Lock Down","trackName":"Operation Lock Down","artistName":"Heltah Skeltah","albumName":"Nocturnal","duration":445.9688448,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Intro:\n\nRuck and Rock, taking you up a notch higher\n\nI mean, it was cool aht first yunno\nJus yunno, rapping about nuhthing\nBuht then like whut happened wuz\n(B.C.C.) The people they started, yunno to talk about tings that make sense\n(B.C.C.) I wuz like \"What the fuck?\"\n(B.C.C.) People with real shit I wuhlike \"Get the fuck outta here\"\n(B.C.C.) Whaddo they think they doing?\n(B.C.C.) I dunno where that shit come from man.\n(B.C.C.) I wuz like, \"Yo it's fuckin amazing\" right?\n(B.C.C.) Real\n(B.C.C.) It's real, I don even know how the shit start\n\nVerse One: Rock, Ruck\n\nIt went down like this, one little nigga snuck through the door\nPeeped the scene, sniped a few, then crept through with two more\nHeads were gettin nervous, that's three now they wanna break North\nToo late -- five more tore the door straight the fuck off\nIt's on now; gettin down in the trenches\nEight soldiers gettin in mo' ass than splinters on raggedy benches\nSince it's war, ain't shit sweet this Clique\nDisperse and then they transform to chess pieces\n\nOn fake grounds never spare clowns\nRuck and Rock be the rooks hold the square down\nAre you prepared now I tear down, any opponent who similies\nStyles buckwild meanwhile your ass I obliterate\nDemonstrate, tactics you need practice\nFirst of all your monkey-ass rhyme like you're backwards\nI should smash kids, when they try to get beyond\nLimits, timid, but they could never get with Sean (say word)\nDat's word, Sean don't give a\nWhatevah then they got niggaz who're snakes that slither (hisssss)\nAnd if ya, wanna come test the inflixter\nI got your name number address plus your picture\n\nChorus:\n\nThis is the B.C.C., N Double D\nIn the Ninety-Now we lock it down\nThis is the B.C.C., N Double D\nIn the Ninety-Now we lock it down\n\nVerse Two: Ruck, Rock\n\nPeep my words, yes my heavenly words, word\nThat get niggaz locked up in seventy-third\nPrefer to chill, but the Sun can't do that\nDue to my temperature tempted to bring it where your crew's at\nYou lack with the skills that it takes to make\nEnds meet cause it seems that your ass is weak\nMy occupation's, Operation, Lockdown\nOn your radio station whoever got the hot sound\n\nWho wan tess y'all?\nMr. Mall-Doo, a.k.a. Rock-Ness y'all\nGuard your chest y'all\nNothing can protect y'all\nFrom Buckshot on down to the rest y'all\nWe runnin through your set y'all\nFuck the rest y'all, we be the best y'all\nYesh yesh y'all\nI crack backs North South East and West y'all\nWe know fresh y'all\nI did do I guess y'all\nI didn't say I doesn't indeed sex I never measure\nReady to wet y'all\nPlace your bottom dollar bets y'all\nChest will become messed bored if you flex y'all\nNevertheless y'all\nWe out to save the ship before it's dead y'all\nLock it down with the full court press y'all\n\nChorus: 2X\n\nHa ha ha haaa\nThis is the year, the Ninety Now\nOn with the flows, conversations over beats\nDo not touch microphones\nI repeat, do not touch microphones\nThis concludes our exodus Eight men are moving in the Ninety Now\nVery hazardous to your health And that's my B.C.C. show you how\nYou can get with the shit that we got\nHeltah Skeltah The rook the rook the Ruck the Rock man\nWe keep shit locked down\nKid, duck down (B.C.C.)\nLock it down lock it down (B.C.C.)\nOperation Lockdown (B.C.C.)\nLock it down lock it down (B.C.C.)\n(B.C.C.)\nLocked down (B.C.C.)\nThe weak do not stand a chance (B.C.C.)\n(B.C.C.)\nThis I promise you (B.C.C.)\n(B.C.C.)\n\nChorus 2X","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Operation Lock Down\n  artist: Heltah Skeltah\n  album: Nocturnal\n  duration_ms: 445969\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Intro:\n\n  Ruck and Rock, taking you up a notch higher\n\n  I mean, it was cool aht first yunno\n  Jus yunno, rapping about nuhthing\n  Buht then like whut happened wuz\n  (B.C.C.) The people they started, yunno to talk about tings that make sense\n  (B.C.C.) I wuz like \"What the fuck?\"\n  (B.C.C.) People with real shit I wuhlike \"Get the fuck outta here\"\n  (B.C.C.) Whaddo they think they doing?\n  (B.C.C.) I dunno where that shit come from man.\n  (B.C.C.) I wuz like, \"Yo it's fuckin amazing\" right?\n  (B.C.C.) Real\n  (B.C.C.) It's real, I don even know how the shit start\n\n  Verse One: Rock, Ruck\n\n  It went down like this, one little nigga snuck through the door\n  Peeped the scene, sniped a few, then crept through with two more\n  Heads were gettin nervous, that's three now they wanna break North\n  Too late -- five more tore the door straight the fuck off\n  It's on now; gettin down in the trenches\n  Eight soldiers gettin in mo' ass than splinters on raggedy benches\n  Since it's war, ain't shit sweet this Clique\n  Disperse and then they transform to chess pieces\n\n  On fake grounds never spare clowns\n  Ruck and Rock be the rooks hold the square down\n  Are you prepared now I tear down, any opponent who similies\n  Styles buckwild meanwhile your ass I obliterate\n  Demonstrate, tactics you need practice\n  First of all your monkey-ass rhyme like you're backwards\n  I should smash kids, when they try to get beyond\n  Limits, timid, but they could never get with Sean (say word)\n  Dat's word, Sean don't give a\n  Whatevah then they got niggaz who're snakes that slither (hisssss)\n  And if ya, wanna come test the inflixter\n  I got your name number address plus your picture\n\n  Chorus:\n\n  This is the B.C.C., N Double D\n  In the Ninety-Now we lock it down\n  This is the B.C.C., N Double D\n  In the Ninety-Now we lock it down\n\n  Verse Two: Ruck, Rock\n\n  Peep my words, yes my heavenly words, word\n  That get niggaz locked up in seventy-third\n  Prefer to chill, but the Sun can't do that\n  Due to my temperature tempted to bring it where your crew's at\n  You lack with the skills that it takes to make\n  Ends meet cause it seems that your ass is weak\n  My occupation's, Operation, Lockdown\n  On your radio station whoever got the hot sound\n\n  Who wan tess y'all?\n  Mr. Mall-Doo, a.k.a. Rock-Ness y'all\n  Guard your chest y'all\n  Nothing can protect y'all\n  From Buckshot on down to the rest y'all\n  We runnin through your set y'all\n  Fuck the rest y'all, we be the best y'all\n  Yesh yesh y'all\n  I crack backs North South East and West y'all\n  We know fresh y'all\n  I did do I guess y'all\n  I didn't say I doesn't indeed sex I never measure\n  Ready to wet y'all\n  Place your bottom dollar bets y'all\n  Chest will become messed bored if you flex y'all\n  Nevertheless y'all\n  We out to save the ship before it's dead y'all\n  Lock it down with the full court press y'all\n\n  Chorus: 2X\n\n  Ha ha ha haaa\n  This is the year, the Ninety Now\n  On with the flows, conversations over beats\n  Do not touch microphones\n  I repeat, do not touch microphones\n  This concludes our exodus Eight men are moving in the Ninety Now\n  Very hazardous to your health And that's my B.C.C. show you how\n  You can get with the shit that we got\n  Heltah Skeltah The rook the rook the Ruck the Rock man\n  We keep shit locked down\n  Kid, duck down (B.C.C.)\n  Lock it down lock it down (B.C.C.)\n  Operation Lockdown (B.C.C.)\n  Lock it down lock it down (B.C.C.)\n  (B.C.C.)\n  Locked down (B.C.C.)\n  The weak do not stand a chance (B.C.C.)\n  (B.C.C.)\n  This I promise you (B.C.C.)\n  (B.C.C.)\n\n  Chorus 2X\n"},{"id":33706382,"name":"Operation Lock Down","trackName":"Operation Lock Down","artistName":"Heltah Skeltah","albumName":"Nocturnal","duration":245.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Intro:\n\nRuck and Rock, taking you up a notch higher\n\nI mean, it was cool aht first yunno\nJus yunno, rapping about nuhthing\nBuht then like whut happened wuz\n(B.C.C.) The people they started, yunno to talk about tings that make sense\n(B.C.C.) I wuz like \"What the fuck?\"\n(B.C.C.) People with real shit I wuhlike \"Get the fuck outta here\"\n(B.C.C.) Whaddo they think they doing?\n(B.C.C.) I dunno where that shit come from man.\n(B.C.C.) I wuz like, \"Yo it's fuckin amazing\" right?\n(B.C.C.) Real\n(B.C.C.) It's real, I don even know how the shit start\n\nVerse One: Rock, Ruck\n\nIt went down like this, one little nigga snuck through the door\nPeeped the scene, sniped a few, then crept through with two more\nHeads were gettin nervous, that's three now they wanna break North\nToo late -- five more tore the door straight the fuck off\nIt's on now; gettin down in the trenches\nEight soldiers gettin in mo' ass than splinters on raggedy benches\nSince it's war, ain't shit sweet this Clique\nDisperse and then they transform to chess pieces\n\nOn fake grounds never spare clowns\nRuck and Rock be the rooks hold the square down\nAre you prepared now I tear down, any opponent who similies\nStyles buckwild meanwhile your ass I obliterate\nDemonstrate, tactics you need practice\nFirst of all your monkey-ass rhyme like you're backwards\nI should smash kids, when they try to get beyond\nLimits, timid, but they could never get with Sean (say word)\nDat's word, Sean don't give a\nWhatevah then they got niggaz who're snakes that slither (hisssss)\nAnd if ya, wanna come test the inflixter\nI got your name number address plus your picture\n\nChorus:\n\nThis is the B.C.C., N Double D\nIn the Ninety-Now we lock it down\nThis is the B.C.C., N Double D\nIn the Ninety-Now we lock it down\n\nVerse Two: Ruck, Rock\n\nPeep my words, yes my heavenly words, word\nThat get niggaz locked up in seventy-third\nPrefer to chill, but the Sun can't do that\nDue to my temperature tempted to bring it where your crew's at\nYou lack with the skills that it takes to make\nEnds meet cause it seems that your ass is weak\nMy occupation's, Operation, Lockdown\nOn your radio station whoever got the hot sound\n\nWho wan tess y'all?\nMr. Mall-Doo, a.k.a. Rock-Ness y'all\nGuard your chest y'all\nNothing can protect y'all\nFrom Buckshot on down to the rest y'all\nWe runnin through your set y'all\nFuck the rest y'all, we be the best y'all\nYesh yesh y'all\nI crack backs North South East and West y'all\nWe know fresh y'all\nI did do I guess y'all\nI didn't say I doesn't indeed sex I never measure\nReady to wet y'all\nPlace your bottom dollar bets y'all\nChest will become messed bored if you flex y'all\nNevertheless y'all\nWe out to save the ship before it's dead y'all\nLock it down with the full court press y'all\n\nChorus: 2X\n\nHa ha ha haaa\nThis is the year, the Ninety Now\nOn with the flows, conversations over beats\nDo not touch microphones\nI repeat, do not touch microphones\nThis concludes our exodus Eight men are moving in the Ninety Now\nVery hazardous to your health And that's my B.C.C. show you how\nYou can get with the shit that we got\nHeltah Skeltah The rook the rook the Ruck the Rock man\nWe keep shit locked down\nKid, duck down (B.C.C.)\nLock it down lock it down (B.C.C.)\nOperation Lockdown (B.C.C.)\nLock it down lock it down (B.C.C.)\n(B.C.C.)\nLocked down (B.C.C.)\nThe weak do not stand a chance (B.C.C.)\n(B.C.C.)\nThis I promise you (B.C.C.)\n(B.C.C.)\n\nChorus 2X","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Operation Lock Down\n  artist: Heltah Skeltah\n  album: Nocturnal\n  duration_ms: 245000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Intro:\n\n  Ruck and Rock, taking you up a notch higher\n\n  I mean, it was cool aht first yunno\n  Jus yunno, rapping about nuhthing\n  Buht then like whut happened wuz\n  (B.C.C.) The people they started, yunno to talk about tings that make sense\n  (B.C.C.) I wuz like \"What the fuck?\"\n  (B.C.C.) People with real shit I wuhlike \"Get the fuck outta here\"\n  (B.C.C.) Whaddo they think they doing?\n  (B.C.C.) I dunno where that shit come from man.\n  (B.C.C.) I wuz like, \"Yo it's fuckin amazing\" right?\n  (B.C.C.) Real\n  (B.C.C.) It's real, I don even know how the shit start\n\n  Verse One: Rock, Ruck\n\n  It went down like this, one little nigga snuck through the door\n  Peeped the scene, sniped a few, then crept through with two more\n  Heads were gettin nervous, that's three now they wanna break North\n  Too late -- five more tore the door straight the fuck off\n  It's on now; gettin down in the trenches\n  Eight soldiers gettin in mo' ass than splinters on raggedy benches\n  Since it's war, ain't shit sweet this Clique\n  Disperse and then they transform to chess pieces\n\n  On fake grounds never spare clowns\n  Ruck and Rock be the rooks hold the square down\n  Are you prepared now I tear down, any opponent who similies\n  Styles buckwild meanwhile your ass I obliterate\n  Demonstrate, tactics you need practice\n  First of all your monkey-ass rhyme like you're backwards\n  I should smash kids, when they try to get beyond\n  Limits, timid, but they could never get with Sean (say word)\n  Dat's word, Sean don't give a\n  Whatevah then they got niggaz who're snakes that slither (hisssss)\n  And if ya, wanna come test the inflixter\n  I got your name number address plus your picture\n\n  Chorus:\n\n  This is the B.C.C., N Double D\n  In the Ninety-Now we lock it down\n  This is the B.C.C., N Double D\n  In the Ninety-Now we lock it down\n\n  Verse Two: Ruck, Rock\n\n  Peep my words, yes my heavenly words, word\n  That get niggaz locked up in seventy-third\n  Prefer to chill, but the Sun can't do that\n  Due to my temperature tempted to bring it where your crew's at\n  You lack with the skills that it takes to make\n  Ends meet cause it seems that your ass is weak\n  My occupation's, Operation, Lockdown\n  On your radio station whoever got the hot sound\n\n  Who wan tess y'all?\n  Mr. Mall-Doo, a.k.a. Rock-Ness y'all\n  Guard your chest y'all\n  Nothing can protect y'all\n  From Buckshot on down to the rest y'all\n  We runnin through your set y'all\n  Fuck the rest y'all, we be the best y'all\n  Yesh yesh y'all\n  I crack backs North South East and West y'all\n  We know fresh y'all\n  I did do I guess y'all\n  I didn't say I doesn't indeed sex I never measure\n  Ready to wet y'all\n  Place your bottom dollar bets y'all\n  Chest will become messed bored if you flex y'all\n  Nevertheless y'all\n  We out to save the ship before it's dead y'all\n  Lock it down with the full court press y'all\n\n  Chorus: 2X\n\n  Ha ha ha haaa\n  This is the year, the Ninety Now\n  On with the flows, conversations over beats\n  Do not touch microphones\n  I repeat, do not touch microphones\n  This concludes our exodus Eight men are moving in the Ninety Now\n  Very hazardous to your health And that's my B.C.C. show you how\n  You can get with the shit that we got\n  Heltah Skeltah The rook the rook the Ruck the Rock man\n  We keep shit locked down\n  Kid, duck down (B.C.C.)\n  Lock it down lock it down (B.C.C.)\n  Operation Lockdown (B.C.C.)\n  Lock it down lock it down (B.C.C.)\n  (B.C.C.)\n  Locked down (B.C.C.)\n  The weak do not stand a chance (B.C.C.)\n  (B.C.C.)\n  This I promise you (B.C.C.)\n  (B.C.C.)\n\n  Chorus 2X\n"},{"id":26796017,"name":"Operation Lock Down","trackName":"Operation Lock Down","artistName":"Heltah Skeltah","albumName":"Good Times Hip-Hop","duration":446.055329,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Intro:\n\nRuck and Rock, taking you up a notch higher\n\nI mean, it was cool aht first yunno\nJus yunno, rapping about nuhthing\nBuht then like whut happened wuz\n(B.C.C.) The people they started, yunno to talk about tings that make sense\n(B.C.C.) I wuz like \"What the fuck?\"\n(B.C.C.) People with real shit I wuhlike \"Get the fuck outta here\"\n(B.C.C.) Whaddo they think they doing?\n(B.C.C.) I dunno where that shit come from man.\n(B.C.C.) I wuz like, \"Yo it's fuckin amazing\" right?\n(B.C.C.) Real\n(B.C.C.) It's real, I don even know how the shit start\n\nVerse One: Rock, Ruck\n\nIt went down like this, one little nigga snuck through the door\nPeeped the scene, sniped a few, then crept through with two more\nHeads were gettin nervous, that's three now they wanna break North\nToo late -- five more tore the door straight the fuck off\nIt's on now; gettin down in the trenches\nEight soldiers gettin in mo' ass than splinters on raggedy benches\nSince it's war, ain't shit sweet this Clique\nDisperse and then they transform to chess pieces\n\nOn fake grounds never spare clowns\nRuck and Rock be the rooks hold the square down\nAre you prepared now I tear down, any opponent who similies\nStyles buckwild meanwhile your ass I obliterate\nDemonstrate, tactics you need practice\nFirst of all your monkey-ass rhyme like you're backwards\nI should smash kids, when they try to get beyond\nLimits, timid, but they could never get with Sean (say word)\nDat's word, Sean don't give a\nWhatevah then they got niggaz who're snakes that slither (hisssss)\nAnd if ya, wanna come test the inflixter\nI got your name number address plus your picture\n\nChorus:\n\nThis is the B.C.C., N Double D\nIn the Ninety-Now we lock it down\nThis is the B.C.C., N Double D\nIn the Ninety-Now we lock it down\n\nVerse Two: Ruck, Rock\n\nPeep my words, yes my heavenly words, word\nThat get niggaz locked up in seventy-third\nPrefer to chill, but the Sun can't do that\nDue to my temperature tempted to bring it where your crew's at\nYou lack with the skills that it takes to make\nEnds meet cause it seems that your ass is weak\nMy occupation's, Operation, Lockdown\nOn your radio station whoever got the hot sound\n\nWho wan tess y'all?\nMr. Mall-Doo, a.k.a. Rock-Ness y'all\nGuard your chest y'all\nNothing can protect y'all\nFrom Buckshot on down to the rest y'all\nWe runnin through your set y'all\nFuck the rest y'all, we be the best y'all\nYesh yesh y'all\nI crack backs North South East and West y'all\nWe know fresh y'all\nI did do I guess y'all\nI didn't say I doesn't indeed sex I never measure\nReady to wet y'all\nPlace your bottom dollar bets y'all\nChest will become messed bored if you flex y'all\nNevertheless y'all\nWe out to save the ship before it's dead y'all\nLock it down with the full court press y'all\n\nChorus: 2X\n\nHa ha ha haaa\nThis is the year, the Ninety Now\nOn with the flows, conversations over beats\nDo not touch microphones\nI repeat, do not touch microphones\nThis concludes our exodus Eight men are moving in the Ninety Now\nVery hazardous to your health And that's my B.C.C. show you how\nYou can get with the shit that we got\nHeltah Skeltah The rook the rook the Ruck the Rock man\nWe keep shit locked down\nKid, duck down (B.C.C.)\nLock it down lock it down (B.C.C.)\nOperation Lockdown (B.C.C.)\nLock it down lock it down (B.C.C.)\n(B.C.C.)\nLocked down (B.C.C.)\nThe weak do not stand a chance (B.C.C.)\n(B.C.C.)\nThis I promise you (B.C.C.)\n(B.C.C.)\n\nChorus 2X","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Operation Lock Down\n  artist: Heltah Skeltah\n  album: Good Times Hip-Hop\n  duration_ms: 446055\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Intro:\n\n  Ruck and Rock, taking you up a notch higher\n\n  I mean, it was cool aht first yunno\n  Jus yunno, rapping about nuhthing\n  Buht then like whut happened wuz\n  (B.C.C.) The people they started, yunno to talk about tings that make sense\n  (B.C.C.) I wuz like \"What the fuck?\"\n  (B.C.C.) People with real shit I wuhlike \"Get the fuck outta here\"\n  (B.C.C.) Whaddo they think they doing?\n  (B.C.C.) I dunno where that shit come from man.\n  (B.C.C.) I wuz like, \"Yo it's fuckin amazing\" right?\n  (B.C.C.) Real\n  (B.C.C.) It's real, I don even know how the shit start\n\n  Verse One: Rock, Ruck\n\n  It went down like this, one little nigga snuck through the door\n  Peeped the scene, sniped a few, then crept through with two more\n  Heads were gettin nervous, that's three now they wanna break North\n  Too late -- five more tore the door straight the fuck off\n  It's on now; gettin down in the trenches\n  Eight soldiers gettin in mo' ass than splinters on raggedy benches\n  Since it's war, ain't shit sweet this Clique\n  Disperse and then they transform to chess pieces\n\n  On fake grounds never spare clowns\n  Ruck and Rock be the rooks hold the square down\n  Are you prepared now I tear down, any opponent who similies\n  Styles buckwild meanwhile your ass I obliterate\n  Demonstrate, tactics you need practice\n  First of all your monkey-ass rhyme like you're backwards\n  I should smash kids, when they try to get beyond\n  Limits, timid, but they could never get with Sean (say word)\n  Dat's word, Sean don't give a\n  Whatevah then they got niggaz who're snakes that slither (hisssss)\n  And if ya, wanna come test the inflixter\n  I got your name number address plus your picture\n\n  Chorus:\n\n  This is the B.C.C., N Double D\n  In the Ninety-Now we lock it down\n  This is the B.C.C., N Double D\n  In the Ninety-Now we lock it down\n\n  Verse Two: Ruck, Rock\n\n  Peep my words, yes my heavenly words, word\n  That get niggaz locked up in seventy-third\n  Prefer to chill, but the Sun can't do that\n  Due to my temperature tempted to bring it where your crew's at\n  You lack with the skills that it takes to make\n  Ends meet cause it seems that your ass is weak\n  My occupation's, Operation, Lockdown\n  On your radio station whoever got the hot sound\n\n  Who wan tess y'all?\n  Mr. Mall-Doo, a.k.a. Rock-Ness y'all\n  Guard your chest y'all\n  Nothing can protect y'all\n  From Buckshot on down to the rest y'all\n  We runnin through your set y'all\n  Fuck the rest y'all, we be the best y'all\n  Yesh yesh y'all\n  I crack backs North South East and West y'all\n  We know fresh y'all\n  I did do I guess y'all\n  I didn't say I doesn't indeed sex I never measure\n  Ready to wet y'all\n  Place your bottom dollar bets y'all\n  Chest will become messed bored if you flex y'all\n  Nevertheless y'all\n  We out to save the ship before it's dead y'all\n  Lock it down with the full court press y'all\n\n  Chorus: 2X\n\n  Ha ha ha haaa\n  This is the year, the Ninety Now\n  On with the flows, conversations over beats\n  Do not touch microphones\n  I repeat, do not touch microphones\n  This concludes our exodus Eight men are moving in the Ninety Now\n  Very hazardous to your health And that's my B.C.C. show you how\n  You can get with the shit that we got\n  Heltah Skeltah The rook the rook the Ruck the Rock man\n  We keep shit locked down\n  Kid, duck down (B.C.C.)\n  Lock it down lock it down (B.C.C.)\n  Operation Lockdown (B.C.C.)\n  Lock it down lock it down (B.C.C.)\n  (B.C.C.)\n  Locked down (B.C.C.)\n  The weak do not stand a chance (B.C.C.)\n  (B.C.C.)\n  This I promise you (B.C.C.)\n  (B.C.C.)\n\n  Chorus 2X\n"},{"id":28951045,"name":"Operation Lock Down","trackName":"Operation Lock Down","artistName":"Heltah Skeltah","albumName":"Duckdown Essentials Mixed by Dj Crates","duration":169.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Intro:\n\nRuck and Rock, taking you up a notch higher\n\nI mean, it was cool aht first yunno\nJus yunno, rapping about nuhthing\nBuht then like whut happened wuz\n(B.C.C.) The people they started, yunno to talk about tings that make sense\n(B.C.C.) I wuz like \"What the fuck?\"\n(B.C.C.) People with real shit I wuhlike \"Get the fuck outta here\"\n(B.C.C.) Whaddo they think they doing?\n(B.C.C.) I dunno where that shit come from man.\n(B.C.C.) I wuz like, \"Yo it's fuckin amazing\" right?\n(B.C.C.) Real\n(B.C.C.) It's real, I don even know how the shit start\n\nVerse One: Rock, Ruck\n\nIt went down like this, one little nigga snuck through the door\nPeeped the scene, sniped a few, then crept through with two more\nHeads were gettin nervous, that's three now they wanna break North\nToo late -- five more tore the door straight the fuck off\nIt's on now; gettin down in the trenches\nEight soldiers gettin in mo' ass than splinters on raggedy benches\nSince it's war, ain't shit sweet this Clique\nDisperse and then they transform to chess pieces\n\nOn fake grounds never spare clowns\nRuck and Rock be the rooks hold the square down\nAre you prepared now I tear down, any opponent who similies\nStyles buckwild meanwhile your ass I obliterate\nDemonstrate, tactics you need practice\nFirst of all your monkey-ass rhyme like you're backwards\nI should smash kids, when they try to get beyond\nLimits, timid, but they could never get with Sean (say word)\nDat's word, Sean don't give a\nWhatevah then they got niggaz who're snakes that slither (hisssss)\nAnd if ya, wanna come test the inflixter\nI got your name number address plus your picture\n\nChorus:\n\nThis is the B.C.C., N Double D\nIn the Ninety-Now we lock it down\nThis is the B.C.C., N Double D\nIn the Ninety-Now we lock it down\n\nVerse Two: Ruck, Rock\n\nPeep my words, yes my heavenly words, word\nThat get niggaz locked up in seventy-third\nPrefer to chill, but the Sun can't do that\nDue to my temperature tempted to bring it where your crew's at\nYou lack with the skills that it takes to make\nEnds meet cause it seems that your ass is weak\nMy occupation's, Operation, Lockdown\nOn your radio station whoever got the hot sound\n\nWho wan tess y'all?\nMr. Mall-Doo, a.k.a. Rock-Ness y'all\nGuard your chest y'all\nNothing can protect y'all\nFrom Buckshot on down to the rest y'all\nWe runnin through your set y'all\nFuck the rest y'all, we be the best y'all\nYesh yesh y'all\nI crack backs North South East and West y'all\nWe know fresh y'all\nI did do I guess y'all\nI didn't say I doesn't indeed sex I never measure\nReady to wet y'all\nPlace your bottom dollar bets y'all\nChest will become messed bored if you flex y'all\nNevertheless y'all\nWe out to save the ship before it's dead y'all\nLock it down with the full court press y'all\n\nChorus: 2X\n\nHa ha ha haaa\nThis is the year, the Ninety Now\nOn with the flows, conversations over beats\nDo not touch microphones\nI repeat, do not touch microphones\nThis concludes our exodus Eight men are moving in the Ninety Now\nVery hazardous to your health And that's my B.C.C. show you how\nYou can get with the shit that we got\nHeltah Skeltah The rook the rook the Ruck the Rock man\nWe keep shit locked down\nKid, duck down (B.C.C.)\nLock it down lock it down (B.C.C.)\nOperation Lockdown (B.C.C.)\nLock it down lock it down (B.C.C.)\n(B.C.C.)\nLocked down (B.C.C.)\nThe weak do not stand a chance (B.C.C.)\n(B.C.C.)\nThis I promise you (B.C.C.)\n(B.C.C.)\n\nChorus 2X","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Operation Lock Down\n  artist: Heltah Skeltah\n  album: Duckdown Essentials Mixed by Dj Crates\n  duration_ms: 169000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Intro:\n\n  Ruck and Rock, taking you up a notch higher\n\n  I mean, it was cool aht first yunno\n  Jus yunno, rapping about nuhthing\n  Buht then like whut happened wuz\n  (B.C.C.) The people they started, yunno to talk about tings that make sense\n  (B.C.C.) I wuz like \"What the fuck?\"\n  (B.C.C.) People with real shit I wuhlike \"Get the fuck outta here\"\n  (B.C.C.) Whaddo they think they doing?\n  (B.C.C.) I dunno where that shit come from man.\n  (B.C.C.) I wuz like, \"Yo it's fuckin amazing\" right?\n  (B.C.C.) Real\n  (B.C.C.) It's real, I don even know how the shit start\n\n  Verse One: Rock, Ruck\n\n  It went down like this, one little nigga snuck through the door\n  Peeped the scene, sniped a few, then crept through with two more\n  Heads were gettin nervous, that's three now they wanna break North\n  Too late -- five more tore the door straight the fuck off\n  It's on now; gettin down in the trenches\n  Eight soldiers gettin in mo' ass than splinters on raggedy benches\n  Since it's war, ain't shit sweet this Clique\n  Disperse and then they transform to chess pieces\n\n  On fake grounds never spare clowns\n  Ruck and Rock be the rooks hold the square down\n  Are you prepared now I tear down, any opponent who similies\n  Styles buckwild meanwhile your ass I obliterate\n  Demonstrate, tactics you need practice\n  First of all your monkey-ass rhyme like you're backwards\n  I should smash kids, when they try to get beyond\n  Limits, timid, but they could never get with Sean (say word)\n  Dat's word, Sean don't give a\n  Whatevah then they got niggaz who're snakes that slither (hisssss)\n  And if ya, wanna come test the inflixter\n  I got your name number address plus your picture\n\n  Chorus:\n\n  This is the B.C.C., N Double D\n  In the Ninety-Now we lock it down\n  This is the B.C.C., N Double D\n  In the Ninety-Now we lock it down\n\n  Verse Two: Ruck, Rock\n\n  Peep my words, yes my heavenly words, word\n  That get niggaz locked up in seventy-third\n  Prefer to chill, but the Sun can't do that\n  Due to my temperature tempted to bring it where your crew's at\n  You lack with the skills that it takes to make\n  Ends meet cause it seems that your ass is weak\n  My occupation's, Operation, Lockdown\n  On your radio station whoever got the hot sound\n\n  Who wan tess y'all?\n  Mr. Mall-Doo, a.k.a. Rock-Ness y'all\n  Guard your chest y'all\n  Nothing can protect y'all\n  From Buckshot on down to the rest y'all\n  We runnin through your set y'all\n  Fuck the rest y'all, we be the best y'all\n  Yesh yesh y'all\n  I crack backs North South East and West y'all\n  We know fresh y'all\n  I did do I guess y'all\n  I didn't say I doesn't indeed sex I never measure\n  Ready to wet y'all\n  Place your bottom dollar bets y'all\n  Chest will become messed bored if you flex y'all\n  Nevertheless y'all\n  We out to save the ship before it's dead y'all\n  Lock it down with the full court press y'all\n\n  Chorus: 2X\n\n  Ha ha ha haaa\n  This is the year, the Ninety Now\n  On with the flows, conversations over beats\n  Do not touch microphones\n  I repeat, do not touch microphones\n  This concludes our exodus Eight men are moving in the Ninety Now\n  Very hazardous to your health And that's my B.C.C. show you how\n  You can get with the shit that we got\n  Heltah Skeltah The rook the rook the Ruck the Rock man\n  We keep shit locked down\n  Kid, duck down (B.C.C.)\n  Lock it down lock it down (B.C.C.)\n  Operation Lockdown (B.C.C.)\n  Lock it down lock it down (B.C.C.)\n  (B.C.C.)\n  Locked down (B.C.C.)\n  The weak do not stand a chance (B.C.C.)\n  (B.C.C.)\n  This I promise you (B.C.C.)\n  (B.C.C.)\n\n  Chorus 2X\n"},{"id":19703992,"name":"OPERATION LOCK DOWN [Explicit]","trackName":"OPERATION LOCK DOWN [Explicit]","artistName":"Heltah Skeltah","albumName":"Nocturnal","duration":265.221224,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Intro:\n\nRuck and Rock, taking you up a notch higher\n\nI mean, it was cool aht first yunno\nJus yunno, rapping about nuhthing\nBuht then like whut happened wuz\n(B.C.C.) The people they started, yunno to talk about tings that make sense\n(B.C.C.) I wuz like \"What the fuck?\"\n(B.C.C.) People with real shit I wuhlike \"Get the fuck outta here\"\n(B.C.C.) Whaddo they think they doing?\n(B.C.C.) I dunno where that shit come from man.\n(B.C.C.) I wuz like, \"Yo it's fuckin amazing\" right?\n(B.C.C.) Real\n(B.C.C.) It's real, I don even know how the shit start\n\nVerse One: Rock, Ruck\n\nIt went down like this, one little nigga snuck through the door\nPeeped the scene, sniped a few, then crept through with two more\nHeads were gettin nervous, that's three now they wanna break North\nToo late -- five more tore the door straight the fuck off\nIt's on now; gettin down in the trenches\nEight soldiers gettin in mo' ass than splinters on raggedy benches\nSince it's war, ain't shit sweet this Clique\ndisperse and then they transform to chess pieces\n\nOn fake grounds never spare clowns\nRuck and Rock be the rooks hold the square down\nAre you prepared now I tear down, any opponent who similies\nStyles buckwild meanwhile your ass I obliterate\nDemonstrate, tactics you need practice\nFirst of all your monkey-ass rhyme like you're backwards\nI should smash kids, when they try to get beyond\nlimits, timid, but they could never get with Sean (say word)\nDat's word, Sean don't give a\nWhatevah then they got niggaz who're snakes that slither (hisssss)\nAnd if ya, wanna come test the inflixter\nI got your name number address plus your picture\n\nChorus:\n\nThis is the B.C.C., N Double D\nIn the Ninety-Now we lock it down\nThis is the B.C.C., N Double D\nIn the Ninety-Now we lock it down\n\nVerse Two: Ruck, Rock\n\nPeep my words, yes my heavenly words, word\nthat get niggaz locked up in seventy-third\nPrefer to chill, but the Sun can't do that\nDue to my temperature tempted to bring it where your crew's at\nYou lack with the skills that it takes to make\nends meet cause it seems that your ass is weak\nMy occupation's, Operation, Lockdown\nOn your radio station whoever got the hot sound\n\nWho wan tess y'all?\nMr. Mall-Doo, a.k.a. Rock-Ness y'all\nGuard your chest y'all\nNothing can protect y'all\nFrom Buckshot on down to the rest y'all\nWe runnin through your set y'all\nFuck the rest y'all, we be the best y'all\nYesh yesh y'all\nI crack backs North South East and West y'all\nWe know fresh y'all\nI did do I guess y'all\nI didn't say I doesn't indeed sex I never measure\nReady to wet y'all\nPlace your bottom dollar bets y'all\nChest will become messed bored if you flex y'all\nNevertheless y'all\nWe out to save the ship before it's dead y'all\nLock it down with the full court press y'all\n\nChorus: 2X\n\nHa ha ha haaa\nThis is the year, the Ninety Now\nOn with the flows, conversations over beats\nDo not touch microphones\nI repeat, do not touch microphones\nThis concludes our exodus Eight men are moving in the Ninety Now\nVery hazardous to your health And that's my B.C.C. show you how\nyou can get with the shit that we got\nHeltah Skeltah The rook the rook the Ruck the Rock man\nwe keep shit locked down\nKid, duck down (B.C.C.)\nLock it down lock it down (B.C.C.)\nOperation Lockdown (B.C.C.)\nLock it down lock it down (B.C.C.)\n(B.C.C.)\nLocked down (B.C.C.)\nThe weak do not stand a chance (B.C.C.)\n(B.C.C.)\nThis I promise you (B.C.C.)\n(B.C.C.)\n\nChorus 2X","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: OPERATION LOCK DOWN [Explicit]\n  artist: Heltah Skeltah\n  album: Nocturnal\n  duration_ms: 265221\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Intro:\n\n  Ruck and Rock, taking you up a notch higher\n\n  I mean, it was cool aht first yunno\n  Jus yunno, rapping about nuhthing\n  Buht then like whut happened wuz\n  (B.C.C.) The people they started, yunno to talk about tings that make sense\n  (B.C.C.) I wuz like \"What the fuck?\"\n  (B.C.C.) People with real shit I wuhlike \"Get the fuck outta here\"\n  (B.C.C.) Whaddo they think they doing?\n  (B.C.C.) I dunno where that shit come from man.\n  (B.C.C.) I wuz like, \"Yo it's fuckin amazing\" right?\n  (B.C.C.) Real\n  (B.C.C.) It's real, I don even know how the shit start\n\n  Verse One: Rock, Ruck\n\n  It went down like this, one little nigga snuck through the door\n  Peeped the scene, sniped a few, then crept through with two more\n  Heads were gettin nervous, that's three now they wanna break North\n  Too late -- five more tore the door straight the fuck off\n  It's on now; gettin down in the trenches\n  Eight soldiers gettin in mo' ass than splinters on raggedy benches\n  Since it's war, ain't shit sweet this Clique\n  disperse and then they transform to chess pieces\n\n  On fake grounds never spare clowns\n  Ruck and Rock be the rooks hold the square down\n  Are you prepared now I tear down, any opponent who similies\n  Styles buckwild meanwhile your ass I obliterate\n  Demonstrate, tactics you need practice\n  First of all your monkey-ass rhyme like you're backwards\n  I should smash kids, when they try to get beyond\n  limits, timid, but they could never get with Sean (say word)\n  Dat's word, Sean don't give a\n  Whatevah then they got niggaz who're snakes that slither (hisssss)\n  And if ya, wanna come test the inflixter\n  I got your name number address plus your picture\n\n  Chorus:\n\n  This is the B.C.C., N Double D\n  In the Ninety-Now we lock it down\n  This is the B.C.C., N Double D\n  In the Ninety-Now we lock it down\n\n  Verse Two: Ruck, Rock\n\n  Peep my words, yes my heavenly words, word\n  that get niggaz locked up in seventy-third\n  Prefer to chill, but the Sun can't do that\n  Due to my temperature tempted to bring it where your crew's at\n  You lack with the skills that it takes to make\n  ends meet cause it seems that your ass is weak\n  My occupation's, Operation, Lockdown\n  On your radio station whoever got the hot sound\n\n  Who wan tess y'all?\n  Mr. Mall-Doo, a.k.a. Rock-Ness y'all\n  Guard your chest y'all\n  Nothing can protect y'all\n  From Buckshot on down to the rest y'all\n  We runnin through your set y'all\n  Fuck the rest y'all, we be the best y'all\n  Yesh yesh y'all\n  I crack backs North South East and West y'all\n  We know fresh y'all\n  I did do I guess y'all\n  I didn't say I doesn't indeed sex I never measure\n  Ready to wet y'all\n  Place your bottom dollar bets y'all\n  Chest will become messed bored if you flex y'all\n  Nevertheless y'all\n  We out to save the ship before it's dead y'all\n  Lock it down with the full court press y'all\n\n  Chorus: 2X\n\n  Ha ha ha haaa\n  This is the year, the Ninety Now\n  On with the flows, conversations over beats\n  Do not touch microphones\n  I repeat, do not touch microphones\n  This concludes our exodus Eight men are moving in the Ninety Now\n  Very hazardous to your health And that's my B.C.C. show you how\n  you can get with the shit that we got\n  Heltah Skeltah The rook the rook the Ruck the Rock man\n  we keep shit locked down\n  Kid, duck down (B.C.C.)\n  Lock it down lock it down (B.C.C.)\n  Operation Lockdown (B.C.C.)\n  Lock it down lock it down (B.C.C.)\n  (B.C.C.)\n  Locked down (B.C.C.)\n  The weak do not stand a chance (B.C.C.)\n  (B.C.C.)\n  This I promise you (B.C.C.)\n  (B.C.C.)\n\n  Chorus 2X\n"}]