[{"id":10493634,"name":"Perfect Jab","trackName":"Perfect Jab","artistName":"Heltah Skeltah","albumName":"Magnum Force","duration":249.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Featuring supreme\nyo word up man\nword up man it's a lot of niggaz out there\nniggaz pullin gats and all that shit\ni know we magnum force and all of that\nwe run with o.g.c.'s n shit\nwe'll fuck your ass up too word up\nbummy jab mr. perfect equals perfect jab\nword is bond\nThis whole shit's played like jordache and sassoon\nsue me it's time that y'all ass out like baboons\nor me with no drawers on, the way my pants droop, bang\nto your equilibrium, you're physically dismantled\nbatten down the hatches, i mastered this flow i crafted\nbeyond sight, comin out fights with no scratches\nto let tactics, knock the world off it's axis\nsupreme mean the lastest level, you can't pass this\nwe'll tell them hold this, heat-seekin fist'll never miss\non impact, set to knock shit out the devilish\npunk who step to this, my ring got ice you can have some\nfor your glass jaw, bloody mary's ain't that bad son\njab's a one man riot starter, tell your dad to come\nwhen i get to snuffin bwoy you'll wish you had a gun\nhavin fun yet? mr. perfect's the one who says who\nget hurt next, suplexin all of you?\nyou got nowhere to run ta, i'ma hunter like a fonzo\nsmoke you like fonta, leave you in mourning like alonzo\ncomin for your head honcho, he in my range, ain't nuttin changed duke\nif you can't stand the rain you better wear a poncho\nrun through your crew pronto, crush you like nachoes\nyeah you act macho but you still run from the cops duke\nsupreme is not your, ordinary type of guy\nwhen i get hyper, i burn that ass like all types of lye\nalright alright alright, maybe i'm not the best, but i'm one of em\nsee these wack cats, think they nice, we make fun of em\ncause we runnin em, back to they blocks for reinforcement\ni stay flossin, you bring your crew i bring the four-fifths\nknown to jab, cause i move like a rook straight at cha\nand drop mad niggaz with one punch, usually that one\nleft to right my shit is marvelous like marvin hagler\nstagger a devil sayin, \"go the fuck back to africa\"\n\nit's the per-fect jab (jab) at last (last)\ni break dudes in half (half)\nget splashed on your staff, if you don't know the math\n(call em perfect)\ni bring shit they can't fathom, sent to hurt shit\nit ain't worth it, bummy jab sent to dab em\nsince the days of adam, befo' eve flipped the script\nit was predicted, for me to bring some shit like this\n(that boy bad, that boy bad!)\nbut now we out to bring em back terror, i'm bout cheddar\n(hah!) they call me mr. perfect\ncause i'm, simply without error (per-fect-o)\nyou couldn't weather my endeavor, i'm too clever\ndon't ever bring it to my square queer you know better\nand if you creep up (what?) prepare to meet the grim reaper\nappearin in your nightmares, fuckin your sleep up\noh, oh, oh, b.t.j.'s call me balboa, swan call me rock-ola\nhold the fort down, reach out and punch somethin like a motorola\nown a pager, bonus how i call the paper, you make all the dough\nbut anyway i slay a boa anyday, you know what?\ni may just take you over, my wager's\nto get your face or your nose bloodied, what?\nthe r-o-to, c-k ya show ya greater, don't fuck around\nburn caps like my name like was coca-cola\nwait up hold up! don't make a, nigga roll up\ntake your shines, leave ya swoll up or with a taste of\nsomethin smacked out your mouth, so ah, slow up i hate ya\ndo your dirty m.p. now stands for make'em pay brah\ni'm rude, abuse dudes that come late on they dues\nbring bad news like a baby in they terrible two's\nyou did what to who? youse estoria like the waldorf\nniggaz get hauled off, suplexin magnums like i'm goin off\nyou fuckin cornballs, we comin from another angle completely\nmy theory is, can't none of y'all faggot niggaz beat me\nget snuffed so stupid you may curse your dad, it's his fault\nhe shoulda warned you bout the perfect jab\nmotherfuckers!\nword up nigga, we'll knock you straight the fuck out\nall y'all niggaz, all y'all niggaz who act like y'all want it\ny'all gonna get it nigga, word up\nHah, this is the perfect jab\nfuck with this boy you better curse your dad\nhah, this is the perfect jab\nstep to this boy you better curse your dad\ndon't be fuckin with this here, perfect jab\nyou better curse your dad\nworst luck you ever had\ntimes that times four, triple that like r's\nand we form a square and whoop your monkey-ass from here to there\nword is bon jovi, heh\nwe will fuck you up, word up\nM.f.c. (for life!!) for life!!\n* various talk fades into skit *","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.32] Featuring supreme\n[00:02.80] Yo word up man\n[00:03.93] Word up man it's a lot of niggaz out there\n[00:05.80] Niggaz pullin gats and all that shit\n[00:07.66] I know we magnum force and all of that\n[00:09.92] We run with o.g.c.'s n shit\n[00:11.84] We'll fuck your ass up too word up\n[00:15.05] Bummy jab mr. perfect equals perfect jab\n[00:19.51] Word is bond\n[00:21.42] This whole shit's played like jordache and sassoon\n[00:24.35] Sue me it's time that y'all ass out like baboons\n[00:27.01] Or me with no drawers on, the way my pants droop, bang\n[00:29.95] To your equilibrium, you're physically dismantled\n[00:32.52] Batten down the hatches, i mastered this flow i crafted\n[00:35.47] Beyond sight, comin out fights with no scratches\n[00:38.12] To let tactics, knock the world off it's axis\n[00:40.54] Supreme mean the lastest level, you can't pass this\n[00:43.13] We'll tell them hold this, heat-seekin fist'll never miss\n[00:46.04] On impact, set to knock shit out the devilish\n[00:48.61] Punk who step to this, my ring got ice you can have some\n[00:51.55] For your glass jaw, bloody mary's ain't that bad son\n[00:53.99] Jab's a one man riot starter, tell your dad to come\n[00:56.80] When i get to snuffin bwoy you'll wish you had a gun\n[00:59.59] Havin fun yet? mr. perfect's the one who says who\n[01:02.19] Get hurt next, suplexin all of you?\n[01:04.56] You got nowhere to run ta, i'ma hunter like a fonzo\n[01:07.24] Smoke you like fonta, leave you in mourning like alonzo\n[01:09.90] Comin for your head honcho, he in my range, ain't nuttin changed duke\n[01:13.34] If you can't stand the rain you better wear a poncho\n[01:15.72] Run through your crew pronto, crush you like nachoes\n[01:18.10] Yeah you act macho but you still run from the cops duke\n[01:20.46] Supreme is not your, ordinary type of guy\n[01:23.12] When i get hyper, i burn that ass like all types of lye\n[01:25.73] Alright alright alright, maybe i'm not the best, but i'm one of em\n[01:28.65] See these wack cats, think they nice, we make fun of em\n[01:31.59] Cause we runnin em, back to they blocks for reinforcement\n[01:33.65] I stay flossin, you bring your crew i bring the four-fifths\n[01:36.68] Known to jab, cause i move like a rook straight at cha\n[01:39.25] And drop mad niggaz with one punch, usually that one\n[01:41.94] Left to right my shit is marvelous like marvin hagler\n[01:44.60] Stagger a devil sayin, \"go the fuck back to africa\"\n[01:46.79] It's the per-fect jab (jab) at last (last)\n[01:48.86] I break dudes in half (half)\n[01:50.14] Get splashed on your staff, if you don't know the math\n[01:52.21] (Call em perfect)\n[01:53.34] I bring shit they can't fathom, sent to hurt shit\n[01:55.27] It ain't worth it, bummy jab sent to dab em\n[01:57.56] Since the days of adam, befo' eve flipped the script\n[02:00.46] It was predicted, for me to bring some shit like this\n[02:02.81] (That boy bad, that boy bad!)\n[02:04.27] But now we out to bring em back terror, i'm bout cheddar\n[02:06.81] (Hah!) they call me mr. perfect\n[02:07.70] Cause i'm, simply without error (per-fect-o)\n[02:09.27] You couldn't weather my endeavor, i'm too clever\n[02:11.39] Don't ever bring it to my square queer you know better\n[02:13.58] And if you creep up (what?) prepare to meet the grim reaper\n[02:16.43] Appearin in your nightmares, fuckin your sleep up\n[02:18.83] Oh, oh, oh, b.t.j.'s call me balboa, swan call me rock-ola\n[02:21.48] Hold the fort down, reach out and punch somethin like a motorola\n[02:24.97] Own a pager, bonus how i call the paper, you make all the dough\n[02:27.54] But anyway i slay a boa anyday, you know what?\n[02:30.47] I may just take you over, my wager's\n[02:32.32] To get your face or your nose bloodied, what?\n[02:35.57] The r-o-to, c-k ya show ya greater, don't fuck around\n[02:38.99] Burn caps like my name like was coca-cola\n[02:40.56] Wait up hold up! don't make a, nigga roll up\n[02:43.26] Take your shines, leave ya swoll up or with a taste of\n[02:46.14] Somethin smacked out your mouth, so ah, slow up i hate ya\n[02:48.75] Do your dirty m.p. now stands for make'em pay brah\n[02:51.10] I'm rude, abuse dudes that come late on they dues\n[02:53.79] Bring bad news like a baby in they terrible two's\n[02:56.15] You did what to who? youse estoria like the waldorf\n[02:59.09] Niggaz get hauled off, suplexin magnums like i'm goin off\n[03:01.64] You fuckin cornballs, we comin from another angle completely\n[03:04.39] My theory is, can't none of y'all faggot niggaz beat me\n[03:06.72] Get snuffed so stupid you may curse your dad, it's his fault\n[03:10.17] He shoulda warned you bout the perfect jab\n[03:12.06] Motherfuckers!\n[03:14.47] Word up nigga, we'll knock you straight the fuck out\n[03:18.63] All y'all niggaz, all y'all niggaz who act like y'all want it\n[03:21.86] Y'all gonna get it nigga, word up\n[03:24.03] Hah, this is the perfect jab\n[03:25.82] Fuck with this boy you better curse your dad\n[03:27.95] Hah, this is the perfect jab\n[03:30.61] Step to this boy you better curse your dad\n[03:33.20] Don't be fuckin with this here, perfect jab\n[03:36.12] You better curse your dad\n[03:40.12] Worst luck you ever had\n[03:40.94] Times that times four, triple that like r's\n[03:45.80] And we form a square and whoop your monkey-ass from here to there\n[03:48.89] Word is bon jovi, heh\n[03:50.77] We will fuck you up, word up\n[03:54.76] M.f.c. 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(for life!!) for life!!\n  start_ms: 234760\n  end_ms: 244210\n- text: '* Various talk fades into skit *'\n  start_ms: 244210\n  end_ms: 248840\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 248840\nplain: |-\n  Featuring supreme\n  yo word up man\n  word up man it's a lot of niggaz out there\n  niggaz pullin gats and all that shit\n  i know we magnum force and all of that\n  we run with o.g.c.'s n shit\n  we'll fuck your ass up too word up\n  bummy jab mr. perfect equals perfect jab\n  word is bond\n  This whole shit's played like jordache and sassoon\n  sue me it's time that y'all ass out like baboons\n  or me with no drawers on, the way my pants droop, bang\n  to your equilibrium, you're physically dismantled\n  batten down the hatches, i mastered this flow i crafted\n  beyond sight, comin out fights with no scratches\n  to let tactics, knock the world off it's axis\n  supreme mean the lastest level, you can't pass this\n  we'll tell them hold this, heat-seekin fist'll never miss\n  on impact, set to knock shit out the devilish\n  punk who step to this, my ring got ice you can have some\n  for your glass jaw, bloody mary's ain't that bad son\n  jab's a one man riot starter, tell your dad to come\n  when i get to snuffin bwoy you'll wish you had a gun\n  havin fun yet? mr. perfect's the one who says who\n  get hurt next, suplexin all of you?\n  you got nowhere to run ta, i'ma hunter like a fonzo\n  smoke you like fonta, leave you in mourning like alonzo\n  comin for your head honcho, he in my range, ain't nuttin changed duke\n  if you can't stand the rain you better wear a poncho\n  run through your crew pronto, crush you like nachoes\n  yeah you act macho but you still run from the cops duke\n  supreme is not your, ordinary type of guy\n  when i get hyper, i burn that ass like all types of lye\n  alright alright alright, maybe i'm not the best, but i'm one of em\n  see these wack cats, think they nice, we make fun of em\n  cause we runnin em, back to they blocks for reinforcement\n  i stay flossin, you bring your crew i bring the four-fifths\n  known to jab, cause i move like a rook straight at cha\n  and drop mad niggaz with one punch, usually that one\n  left to right my shit is marvelous like marvin hagler\n  stagger a devil sayin, \"go the fuck back to africa\"\n\n  it's the per-fect jab (jab) at last (last)\n  i break dudes in half (half)\n  get splashed on your staff, if you don't know the math\n  (call em perfect)\n  i bring shit they can't fathom, sent to hurt shit\n  it ain't worth it, bummy jab sent to dab em\n  since the days of adam, befo' eve flipped the script\n  it was predicted, for me to bring some shit like this\n  (that boy bad, that boy bad!)\n  but now we out to bring em back terror, i'm bout cheddar\n  (hah!) they call me mr. perfect\n  cause i'm, simply without error (per-fect-o)\n  you couldn't weather my endeavor, i'm too clever\n  don't ever bring it to my square queer you know better\n  and if you creep up (what?) prepare to meet the grim reaper\n  appearin in your nightmares, fuckin your sleep up\n  oh, oh, oh, b.t.j.'s call me balboa, swan call me rock-ola\n  hold the fort down, reach out and punch somethin like a motorola\n  own a pager, bonus how i call the paper, you make all the dough\n  but anyway i slay a boa anyday, you know what?\n  i may just take you over, my wager's\n  to get your face or your nose bloodied, what?\n  the r-o-to, c-k ya show ya greater, don't fuck around\n  burn caps like my name like was coca-cola\n  wait up hold up! don't make a, nigga roll up\n  take your shines, leave ya swoll up or with a taste of\n  somethin smacked out your mouth, so ah, slow up i hate ya\n  do your dirty m.p. now stands for make'em pay brah\n  i'm rude, abuse dudes that come late on they dues\n  bring bad news like a baby in they terrible two's\n  you did what to who? youse estoria like the waldorf\n  niggaz get hauled off, suplexin magnums like i'm goin off\n  you fuckin cornballs, we comin from another angle completely\n  my theory is, can't none of y'all faggot niggaz beat me\n  get snuffed so stupid you may curse your dad, it's his fault\n  he shoulda warned you bout the perfect jab\n  motherfuckers!\n  word up nigga, we'll knock you straight the fuck out\n  all y'all niggaz, all y'all niggaz who act like y'all want it\n  y'all gonna get it nigga, word up\n  Hah, this is the perfect jab\n  fuck with this boy you better curse your dad\n  hah, this is the perfect jab\n  step to this boy you better curse your dad\n  don't be fuckin with this here, perfect jab\n  you better curse your dad\n  worst luck you ever had\n  times that times four, triple that like r's\n  and we form a square and whoop your monkey-ass from here to there\n  word is bon jovi, heh\n  we will fuck you up, word up\n  M.f.c. 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(for life!!) for life!!\n* various talk fades into skit *","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.32]Featuring supreme\n[00:02.80]Yo word up man\n[00:03.93]Word up man it's a lot of niggaz out there\n[00:05.80]Niggaz pullin gats and all that shit\n[00:07.66]I know we magnum force and all of that\n[00:09.92]We run with o.g.c.'s n shit\n[00:11.84]We'll fuck your ass up too word up\n[00:15.05]Bummy jab mr. perfect equals perfect jab\n[00:19.51]Word is bond\n[00:21.42]This whole shit's played like jordache and sassoon\n[00:24.35]Sue me it's time that y'all ass out like baboons\n[00:27.01]Or me with no drawers on, the way my pants droop, bang\n[00:29.95]To your equilibrium, you're physically dismantled\n[00:32.52]Batten down the hatches, i mastered this flow i crafted\n[00:35.47]Beyond sight, comin out fights with no scratches\n[00:38.12]To let tactics, knock the world off it's axis\n[00:40.54]Supreme mean the lastest level, you can't pass this\n[00:43.13]We'll tell them hold this, heat-seekin fist'll never miss\n[00:46.04]On impact, set to knock shit out the devilish\n[00:48.61]Punk who step to this, my ring got ice you can have some\n[00:51.55]For your glass jaw, bloody mary's ain't that bad son\n[00:53.99]Jab's a one man riot starter, tell your dad to come\n[00:56.80]When i get to snuffin bwoy you'll wish you had a gun\n[00:59.59]Havin fun yet? mr. perfect's the one who says who\n[01:02.19]Get hurt next, suplexin all of you?\n[01:04.56]You got nowhere to run ta, i'ma hunter like a fonzo\n[01:07.24]Smoke you like fonta, leave you in mourning like alonzo\n[01:09.90]Comin for your head honcho, he in my range, ain't nuttin changed duke\n[01:13.34]If you can't stand the rain you better wear a poncho\n[01:15.72]Run through your crew pronto, crush you like nachoes\n[01:18.10]Yeah you act macho but you still run from the cops duke\n[01:20.46]Supreme is not your, ordinary type of guy\n[01:23.12]When i get hyper, i burn that ass like all types of lye\n[01:25.73]Alright alright alright, maybe i'm not the best, but i'm one of em\n[01:28.65]See these wack cats, think they nice, we make fun of em\n[01:31.59]Cause we runnin em, back to they blocks for reinforcement\n[01:33.65]I stay flossin, you bring your crew i bring the four-fifths\n[01:36.68]Known to jab, cause i move like a rook straight at cha\n[01:39.25]And drop mad niggaz with one punch, usually that one\n[01:41.94]Left to right my shit is marvelous like marvin hagler\n[01:44.60]Stagger a devil sayin, \"go the fuck back to africa\"\n[01:46.79]It's the per-fect jab (jab) at last (last)\n[01:48.86]I break dudes in half (half)\n[01:50.14]Get splashed on your staff, if you don't know the math\n[01:52.21](Call em perfect)\n[01:53.34]I bring shit they can't fathom, sent to hurt shit\n[01:55.27]It ain't worth it, bummy jab sent to dab em\n[01:57.56]Since the days of adam, befo' eve flipped the script\n[02:00.46]It was predicted, for me to bring some shit like this\n[02:02.81](That boy bad, that boy bad!)\n[02:04.27]But now we out to bring em back terror, i'm bout cheddar\n[02:06.81](Hah!) they call me mr. perfect\n[02:07.70]Cause i'm, simply without error (per-fect-o)\n[02:09.27]You couldn't weather my endeavor, i'm too clever\n[02:11.39]Don't ever bring it to my square queer you know better\n[02:13.58]And if you creep up (what?) prepare to meet the grim reaper\n[02:16.43]Appearin in your nightmares, fuckin your sleep up\n[02:18.83]Oh, oh, oh, b.t.j.'s call me balboa, swan call me rock-ola\n[02:21.48]Hold the fort down, reach out and punch somethin like a motorola\n[02:24.97]Own a pager, bonus how i call the paper, you make all the dough\n[02:27.54]But anyway i slay a boa anyday, you know what?\n[02:30.47]I may just take you over, my wager's\n[02:32.32]To get your face or your nose bloodied, what?\n[02:35.57]The r-o-to, c-k ya show ya greater, don't fuck around\n[02:38.99]Burn caps like my name like was coca-cola\n[02:40.56]Wait up hold up! don't make a, nigga roll up\n[02:43.26]Take your shines, leave ya swoll up or with a taste of\n[02:46.14]Somethin smacked out your mouth, so ah, slow up i hate ya\n[02:48.75]Do your dirty m.p. now stands for make'em pay brah\n[02:51.10]I'm rude, abuse dudes that come late on they dues\n[02:53.79]Bring bad news like a baby in they terrible two's\n[02:56.15]You did what to who? youse estoria like the waldorf\n[02:59.09]Niggaz get hauled off, suplexin magnums like i'm goin off\n[03:01.64]You fuckin cornballs, we comin from another angle completely\n[03:04.39]My theory is, can't none of y'all faggot niggaz beat me\n[03:06.72]Get snuffed so stupid you may curse your dad, it's his fault\n[03:10.17]He shoulda warned you bout the perfect jab\n[03:12.06]Motherfuckers!\n[03:14.47]Word up nigga, we'll knock you straight the fuck out\n[03:18.63]All y'all niggaz, all y'all niggaz who act like y'all want it\n[03:21.86]Y'all gonna get it nigga, word up\n[03:24.03]Hah, this is the perfect jab\n[03:25.82]Fuck with this boy you better curse your dad\n[03:27.95]Hah, this is the perfect jab\n[03:30.61]Step to this boy you better curse your dad\n[03:33.20]Don't be fuckin with this here, perfect jab\n[03:36.12]You better curse your dad\n[03:40.12]Worst luck you ever had\n[03:40.94]Times that times four, triple that like r's\n[03:45.80]And we form a square and whoop your monkey-ass from here to there\n[03:48.89]Word is bon jovi, heh\n[03:50.77]We will fuck you up, word up\n[03:54.76]M.f.c. 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(for life!!) for life!!\n  start_ms: 234760\n  end_ms: 244210\n- text: '* Various talk fades into skit *'\n  start_ms: 244210\n  end_ms: 248840\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 248840\nplain: |-\n  Featuring supreme\n  yo word up man\n  word up man it's a lot of niggaz out there\n  niggaz pullin gats and all that shit\n  i know we magnum force and all of that\n  we run with o.g.c.'s n shit\n  we'll fuck your ass up too word up\n  bummy jab mr. perfect equals perfect jab\n  word is bond\n  This whole shit's played like jordache and sassoon\n  sue me it's time that y'all ass out like baboons\n  or me with no drawers on, the way my pants droop, bang\n  to your equilibrium, you're physically dismantled\n  batten down the hatches, i mastered this flow i crafted\n  beyond sight, comin out fights with no scratches\n  to let tactics, knock the world off it's axis\n  supreme mean the lastest level, you can't pass this\n  we'll tell them hold this, heat-seekin fist'll never miss\n  on impact, set to knock shit out the devilish\n  punk who step to this, my ring got ice you can have some\n  for your glass jaw, bloody mary's ain't that bad son\n  jab's a one man riot starter, tell your dad to come\n  when i get to snuffin bwoy you'll wish you had a gun\n  havin fun yet? mr. perfect's the one who says who\n  get hurt next, suplexin all of you?\n  you got nowhere to run ta, i'ma hunter like a fonzo\n  smoke you like fonta, leave you in mourning like alonzo\n  comin for your head honcho, he in my range, ain't nuttin changed duke\n  if you can't stand the rain you better wear a poncho\n  run through your crew pronto, crush you like nachoes\n  yeah you act macho but you still run from the cops duke\n  supreme is not your, ordinary type of guy\n  when i get hyper, i burn that ass like all types of lye\n  alright alright alright, maybe i'm not the best, but i'm one of em\n  see these wack cats, think they nice, we make fun of em\n  cause we runnin em, back to they blocks for reinforcement\n  i stay flossin, you bring your crew i bring the four-fifths\n  known to jab, cause i move like a rook straight at cha\n  and drop mad niggaz with one punch, usually that one\n  left to right my shit is marvelous like marvin hagler\n  stagger a devil sayin, \"go the fuck back to africa\"\n\n  it's the per-fect jab (jab) at last (last)\n  i break dudes in half (half)\n  get splashed on your staff, if you don't know the math\n  (call em perfect)\n  i bring shit they can't fathom, sent to hurt shit\n  it ain't worth it, bummy jab sent to dab em\n  since the days of adam, befo' eve flipped the script\n  it was predicted, for me to bring some shit like this\n  (that boy bad, that boy bad!)\n  but now we out to bring em back terror, i'm bout cheddar\n  (hah!) they call me mr. perfect\n  cause i'm, simply without error (per-fect-o)\n  you couldn't weather my endeavor, i'm too clever\n  don't ever bring it to my square queer you know better\n  and if you creep up (what?) prepare to meet the grim reaper\n  appearin in your nightmares, fuckin your sleep up\n  oh, oh, oh, b.t.j.'s call me balboa, swan call me rock-ola\n  hold the fort down, reach out and punch somethin like a motorola\n  own a pager, bonus how i call the paper, you make all the dough\n  but anyway i slay a boa anyday, you know what?\n  i may just take you over, my wager's\n  to get your face or your nose bloodied, what?\n  the r-o-to, c-k ya show ya greater, don't fuck around\n  burn caps like my name like was coca-cola\n  wait up hold up! don't make a, nigga roll up\n  take your shines, leave ya swoll up or with a taste of\n  somethin smacked out your mouth, so ah, slow up i hate ya\n  do your dirty m.p. now stands for make'em pay brah\n  i'm rude, abuse dudes that come late on they dues\n  bring bad news like a baby in they terrible two's\n  you did what to who? youse estoria like the waldorf\n  niggaz get hauled off, suplexin magnums like i'm goin off\n  you fuckin cornballs, we comin from another angle completely\n  my theory is, can't none of y'all faggot niggaz beat me\n  get snuffed so stupid you may curse your dad, it's his fault\n  he shoulda warned you bout the perfect jab\n  motherfuckers!\n  word up nigga, we'll knock you straight the fuck out\n  all y'all niggaz, all y'all niggaz who act like y'all want it\n  y'all gonna get it nigga, word up\n  Hah, this is the perfect jab\n  fuck with this boy you better curse your dad\n  hah, this is the perfect jab\n  step to this boy you better curse your dad\n  don't be fuckin with this here, perfect jab\n  you better curse your dad\n  worst luck you ever had\n  times that times four, triple that like r's\n  and we form a square and whoop your monkey-ass from here to there\n  word is bon jovi, heh\n  we will fuck you up, word up\n  M.f.c. 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(for life!!) for life!!\n* various talk fades into skit *","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.32] Featuring supreme\n[00:02.80] Yo word up man\n[00:03.93] Word up man it's a lot of niggaz out there\n[00:05.80] Niggaz pullin gats and all that shit\n[00:07.66] I know we magnum force and all of that\n[00:09.92] We run with o.g.c.'s n shit\n[00:11.84] We'll fuck your ass up too word up\n[00:15.05] Bummy jab mr. perfect equals perfect jab\n[00:19.51] Word is bond\n[00:21.42] This whole shit's played like jordache and sassoon\n[00:24.35] Sue me it's time that y'all ass out like baboons\n[00:27.01] Or me with no drawers on, the way my pants droop, bang\n[00:29.95] To your equilibrium, you're physically dismantled\n[00:32.52] Batten down the hatches, i mastered this flow i crafted\n[00:35.47] Beyond sight, comin out fights with no scratches\n[00:38.12] To let tactics, knock the world off it's axis\n[00:40.54] Supreme mean the lastest level, you can't pass this\n[00:43.13] We'll tell them hold this, heat-seekin fist'll never miss\n[00:46.04] On impact, set to knock shit out the devilish\n[00:48.61] Punk who step to this, my ring got ice you can have some\n[00:51.55] For your glass jaw, bloody mary's ain't that bad son\n[00:53.99] Jab's a one man riot starter, tell your dad to come\n[00:56.80] When i get to snuffin bwoy you'll wish you had a gun\n[00:59.59] Havin fun yet? mr. perfect's the one who says who\n[01:02.19] Get hurt next, suplexin all of you?\n[01:04.56] You got nowhere to run ta, i'ma hunter like a fonzo\n[01:07.24] Smoke you like fonta, leave you in mourning like alonzo\n[01:09.90] Comin for your head honcho, he in my range, ain't nuttin changed duke\n[01:13.34] If you can't stand the rain you better wear a poncho\n[01:15.72] Run through your crew pronto, crush you like nachoes\n[01:18.10] Yeah you act macho but you still run from the cops duke\n[01:20.46] Supreme is not your, ordinary type of guy\n[01:23.12] When i get hyper, i burn that ass like all types of lye\n[01:25.73] Alright alright alright, maybe i'm not the best, but i'm one of em\n[01:28.65] See these wack cats, think they nice, we make fun of em\n[01:31.59] Cause we runnin em, back to they blocks for reinforcement\n[01:33.65] I stay flossin, you bring your crew i bring the four-fifths\n[01:36.68] Known to jab, cause i move like a rook straight at cha\n[01:39.25] And drop mad niggaz with one punch, usually that one\n[01:41.94] Left to right my shit is marvelous like marvin hagler\n[01:44.60] Stagger a devil sayin, \"go the fuck back to africa\"\n[01:46.79] It's the per-fect jab (jab) at last (last)\n[01:48.86] I break dudes in half (half)\n[01:50.14] Get splashed on your staff, if you don't know the math\n[01:52.21] (Call em perfect)\n[01:53.34] I bring shit they can't fathom, sent to hurt shit\n[01:55.27] It ain't worth it, bummy jab sent to dab em\n[01:57.56] Since the days of adam, befo' eve flipped the script\n[02:00.46] It was predicted, for me to bring some shit like this\n[02:02.81] (That boy bad, that boy bad!)\n[02:04.27] But now we out to bring em back terror, i'm bout cheddar\n[02:06.81] (Hah!) they call me mr. perfect\n[02:07.70] Cause i'm, simply without error (per-fect-o)\n[02:09.27] You couldn't weather my endeavor, i'm too clever\n[02:11.39] Don't ever bring it to my square queer you know better\n[02:13.58] And if you creep up (what?) prepare to meet the grim reaper\n[02:16.43] Appearin in your nightmares, fuckin your sleep up\n[02:18.83] Oh, oh, oh, b.t.j.'s call me balboa, swan call me rock-ola\n[02:21.48] Hold the fort down, reach out and punch somethin like a motorola\n[02:24.97] Own a pager, bonus how i call the paper, you make all the dough\n[02:27.54] But anyway i slay a boa anyday, you know what?\n[02:30.47] I may just take you over, my wager's\n[02:32.32] To get your face or your nose bloodied, what?\n[02:35.57] The r-o-to, c-k ya show ya greater, don't fuck around\n[02:38.99] Burn caps like my name like was coca-cola\n[02:40.56] Wait up hold up! don't make a, nigga roll up\n[02:43.26] Take your shines, leave ya swoll up or with a taste of\n[02:46.14] Somethin smacked out your mouth, so ah, slow up i hate ya\n[02:48.75] Do your dirty m.p. now stands for make'em pay brah\n[02:51.10] I'm rude, abuse dudes that come late on they dues\n[02:53.79] Bring bad news like a baby in they terrible two's\n[02:56.15] You did what to who? youse estoria like the waldorf\n[02:59.09] Niggaz get hauled off, suplexin magnums like i'm goin off\n[03:01.64] You fuckin cornballs, we comin from another angle completely\n[03:04.39] My theory is, can't none of y'all faggot niggaz beat me\n[03:06.72] Get snuffed so stupid you may curse your dad, it's his fault\n[03:10.17] He shoulda warned you bout the perfect jab\n[03:12.06] Motherfuckers!\n[03:14.47] Word up nigga, we'll knock you straight the fuck out\n[03:18.63] All y'all niggaz, all y'all niggaz who act like y'all want it\n[03:21.86] Y'all gonna get it nigga, word up\n[03:24.03] Hah, this is the perfect jab\n[03:25.82] Fuck with this boy you better curse your dad\n[03:27.95] Hah, this is the perfect jab\n[03:30.61] Step to this boy you better curse your dad\n[03:33.20] Don't be fuckin with this here, perfect jab\n[03:36.12] You better curse your dad\n[03:40.12] Worst luck you ever had\n[03:40.94] Times that times four, triple that like r's\n[03:45.80] And we form a square and whoop your monkey-ass from here to there\n[03:48.89] Word is bon jovi, heh\n[03:50.77] We will fuck you up, word up\n[03:54.76] M.f.c. 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(for life!!) for life!!\n  start_ms: 234760\n  end_ms: 244210\n- text: '* Various talk fades into skit *'\n  start_ms: 244210\n  end_ms: 248840\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 248840\nplain: |-\n  Featuring supreme\n  yo word up man\n  word up man it's a lot of niggaz out there\n  niggaz pullin gats and all that shit\n  i know we magnum force and all of that\n  we run with o.g.c.'s n shit\n  we'll fuck your ass up too word up\n  bummy jab mr. perfect equals perfect jab\n  word is bond\n  This whole shit's played like jordache and sassoon\n  sue me it's time that y'all ass out like baboons\n  or me with no drawers on, the way my pants droop, bang\n  to your equilibrium, you're physically dismantled\n  batten down the hatches, i mastered this flow i crafted\n  beyond sight, comin out fights with no scratches\n  to let tactics, knock the world off it's axis\n  supreme mean the lastest level, you can't pass this\n  we'll tell them hold this, heat-seekin fist'll never miss\n  on impact, set to knock shit out the devilish\n  punk who step to this, my ring got ice you can have some\n  for your glass jaw, bloody mary's ain't that bad son\n  jab's a one man riot starter, tell your dad to come\n  when i get to snuffin bwoy you'll wish you had a gun\n  havin fun yet? mr. perfect's the one who says who\n  get hurt next, suplexin all of you?\n  you got nowhere to run ta, i'ma hunter like a fonzo\n  smoke you like fonta, leave you in mourning like alonzo\n  comin for your head honcho, he in my range, ain't nuttin changed duke\n  if you can't stand the rain you better wear a poncho\n  run through your crew pronto, crush you like nachoes\n  yeah you act macho but you still run from the cops duke\n  supreme is not your, ordinary type of guy\n  when i get hyper, i burn that ass like all types of lye\n  alright alright alright, maybe i'm not the best, but i'm one of em\n  see these wack cats, think they nice, we make fun of em\n  cause we runnin em, back to they blocks for reinforcement\n  i stay flossin, you bring your crew i bring the four-fifths\n  known to jab, cause i move like a rook straight at cha\n  and drop mad niggaz with one punch, usually that one\n  left to right my shit is marvelous like marvin hagler\n  stagger a devil sayin, \"go the fuck back to africa\"\n\n  it's the per-fect jab (jab) at last (last)\n  i break dudes in half (half)\n  get splashed on your staff, if you don't know the math\n  (call em perfect)\n  i bring shit they can't fathom, sent to hurt shit\n  it ain't worth it, bummy jab sent to dab em\n  since the days of adam, befo' eve flipped the script\n  it was predicted, for me to bring some shit like this\n  (that boy bad, that boy bad!)\n  but now we out to bring em back terror, i'm bout cheddar\n  (hah!) they call me mr. perfect\n  cause i'm, simply without error (per-fect-o)\n  you couldn't weather my endeavor, i'm too clever\n  don't ever bring it to my square queer you know better\n  and if you creep up (what?) prepare to meet the grim reaper\n  appearin in your nightmares, fuckin your sleep up\n  oh, oh, oh, b.t.j.'s call me balboa, swan call me rock-ola\n  hold the fort down, reach out and punch somethin like a motorola\n  own a pager, bonus how i call the paper, you make all the dough\n  but anyway i slay a boa anyday, you know what?\n  i may just take you over, my wager's\n  to get your face or your nose bloodied, what?\n  the r-o-to, c-k ya show ya greater, don't fuck around\n  burn caps like my name like was coca-cola\n  wait up hold up! don't make a, nigga roll up\n  take your shines, leave ya swoll up or with a taste of\n  somethin smacked out your mouth, so ah, slow up i hate ya\n  do your dirty m.p. now stands for make'em pay brah\n  i'm rude, abuse dudes that come late on they dues\n  bring bad news like a baby in they terrible two's\n  you did what to who? youse estoria like the waldorf\n  niggaz get hauled off, suplexin magnums like i'm goin off\n  you fuckin cornballs, we comin from another angle completely\n  my theory is, can't none of y'all faggot niggaz beat me\n  get snuffed so stupid you may curse your dad, it's his fault\n  he shoulda warned you bout the perfect jab\n  motherfuckers!\n  word up nigga, we'll knock you straight the fuck out\n  all y'all niggaz, all y'all niggaz who act like y'all want it\n  y'all gonna get it nigga, word up\n  Hah, this is the perfect jab\n  fuck with this boy you better curse your dad\n  hah, this is the perfect jab\n  step to this boy you better curse your dad\n  don't be fuckin with this here, perfect jab\n  you better curse your dad\n  worst luck you ever had\n  times that times four, triple that like r's\n  and we form a square and whoop your monkey-ass from here to there\n  word is bon jovi, heh\n  we will fuck you up, word up\n  M.f.c. 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(for life!!) for life!!\n* various talk fades into skit *","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.32] Featuring supreme\n[00:02.80] Yo word up man\n[00:03.93] Word up man it's a lot of niggaz out there\n[00:05.80] Niggaz pullin gats and all that shit\n[00:07.66] I know we magnum force and all of that\n[00:09.92] We run with o.g.c.'s n shit\n[00:11.84] We'll fuck your ass up too word up\n[00:15.05] Bummy jab mr. perfect equals perfect jab\n[00:19.51] Word is bond\n[00:21.42] This whole shit's played like jordache and sassoon\n[00:24.35] Sue me it's time that y'all ass out like baboons\n[00:27.01] Or me with no drawers on, the way my pants droop, bang\n[00:29.95] To your equilibrium, you're physically dismantled\n[00:32.52] Batten down the hatches, i mastered this flow i crafted\n[00:35.47] Beyond sight, comin out fights with no scratches\n[00:38.12] To let tactics, knock the world off it's axis\n[00:40.54] Supreme mean the lastest level, you can't pass this\n[00:43.13] We'll tell them hold this, heat-seekin fist'll never miss\n[00:46.04] On impact, set to knock shit out the devilish\n[00:48.61] Punk who step to this, my ring got ice you can have some\n[00:51.55] For your glass jaw, bloody mary's ain't that bad son\n[00:53.99] Jab's a one man riot starter, tell your dad to come\n[00:56.80] When i get to snuffin bwoy you'll wish you had a gun\n[00:59.59] Havin fun yet? mr. perfect's the one who says who\n[01:02.19] Get hurt next, suplexin all of you?\n[01:04.56] You got nowhere to run ta, i'ma hunter like a fonzo\n[01:07.24] Smoke you like fonta, leave you in mourning like alonzo\n[01:09.90] Comin for your head honcho, he in my range, ain't nuttin changed duke\n[01:13.34] If you can't stand the rain you better wear a poncho\n[01:15.72] Run through your crew pronto, crush you like nachoes\n[01:18.10] Yeah you act macho but you still run from the cops duke\n[01:20.46] Supreme is not your, ordinary type of guy\n[01:23.12] When i get hyper, i burn that ass like all types of lye\n[01:25.73] Alright alright alright, maybe i'm not the best, but i'm one of em\n[01:28.65] See these wack cats, think they nice, we make fun of em\n[01:31.59] Cause we runnin em, back to they blocks for reinforcement\n[01:33.65] I stay flossin, you bring your crew i bring the four-fifths\n[01:36.68] Known to jab, cause i move like a rook straight at cha\n[01:39.25] And drop mad niggaz with one punch, usually that one\n[01:41.94] Left to right my shit is marvelous like marvin hagler\n[01:44.60] Stagger a devil sayin, \"go the fuck back to africa\"\n[01:46.79] It's the per-fect jab (jab) at last (last)\n[01:48.86] I break dudes in half (half)\n[01:50.14] Get splashed on your staff, if you don't know the math\n[01:52.21] (Call em perfect)\n[01:53.34] I bring shit they can't fathom, sent to hurt shit\n[01:55.27] It ain't worth it, bummy jab sent to dab em\n[01:57.56] Since the days of adam, befo' eve flipped the script\n[02:00.46] It was predicted, for me to bring some shit like this\n[02:02.81] (That boy bad, that boy bad!)\n[02:04.27] But now we out to bring em back terror, i'm bout cheddar\n[02:06.81] (Hah!) they call me mr. perfect\n[02:07.70] Cause i'm, simply without error (per-fect-o)\n[02:09.27] You couldn't weather my endeavor, i'm too clever\n[02:11.39] Don't ever bring it to my square queer you know better\n[02:13.58] And if you creep up (what?) prepare to meet the grim reaper\n[02:16.43] Appearin in your nightmares, fuckin your sleep up\n[02:18.83] Oh, oh, oh, b.t.j.'s call me balboa, swan call me rock-ola\n[02:21.48] Hold the fort down, reach out and punch somethin like a motorola\n[02:24.97] Own a pager, bonus how i call the paper, you make all the dough\n[02:27.54] But anyway i slay a boa anyday, you know what?\n[02:30.47] I may just take you over, my wager's\n[02:32.32] To get your face or your nose bloodied, what?\n[02:35.57] The r-o-to, c-k ya show ya greater, don't fuck around\n[02:38.99] Burn caps like my name like was coca-cola\n[02:40.56] Wait up hold up! don't make a, nigga roll up\n[02:43.26] Take your shines, leave ya swoll up or with a taste of\n[02:46.14] Somethin smacked out your mouth, so ah, slow up i hate ya\n[02:48.75] Do your dirty m.p. now stands for make'em pay brah\n[02:51.10] I'm rude, abuse dudes that come late on they dues\n[02:53.79] Bring bad news like a baby in they terrible two's\n[02:56.15] You did what to who? youse estoria like the waldorf\n[02:59.09] Niggaz get hauled off, suplexin magnums like i'm goin off\n[03:01.64] You fuckin cornballs, we comin from another angle completely\n[03:04.39] My theory is, can't none of y'all faggot niggaz beat me\n[03:06.72] Get snuffed so stupid you may curse your dad, it's his fault\n[03:10.17] He shoulda warned you bout the perfect jab\n[03:12.06] Motherfuckers!\n[03:14.47] Word up nigga, we'll knock you straight the fuck out\n[03:18.63] All y'all niggaz, all y'all niggaz who act like y'all want it\n[03:21.86] Y'all gonna get it nigga, word up\n[03:24.03] Hah, this is the perfect jab\n[03:25.82] Fuck with this boy you better curse your dad\n[03:27.95] Hah, this is the perfect jab\n[03:30.61] Step to this boy you better curse your dad\n[03:33.20] Don't be fuckin with this here, perfect jab\n[03:36.12] You better curse your dad\n[03:40.12] Worst luck you ever had\n[03:40.94] Times that times four, triple that like r's\n[03:45.80] And we form a square and whoop your monkey-ass from here to there\n[03:48.89] Word is bon jovi, heh\n[03:50.77] We will fuck you up, word up\n[03:54.76] M.f.c. 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(for life!!) for life!!\n  start_ms: 234760\n  end_ms: 244210\n- text: '* Various talk fades into skit *'\n  start_ms: 244210\n  end_ms: 248840\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 248840\nplain: |-\n  Featuring supreme\n  yo word up man\n  word up man it's a lot of niggaz out there\n  niggaz pullin gats and all that shit\n  i know we magnum force and all of that\n  we run with o.g.c.'s n shit\n  we'll fuck your ass up too word up\n  bummy jab mr. perfect equals perfect jab\n  word is bond\n  This whole shit's played like jordache and sassoon\n  sue me it's time that y'all ass out like baboons\n  or me with no drawers on, the way my pants droop, bang\n  to your equilibrium, you're physically dismantled\n  batten down the hatches, i mastered this flow i crafted\n  beyond sight, comin out fights with no scratches\n  to let tactics, knock the world off it's axis\n  supreme mean the lastest level, you can't pass this\n  we'll tell them hold this, heat-seekin fist'll never miss\n  on impact, set to knock shit out the devilish\n  punk who step to this, my ring got ice you can have some\n  for your glass jaw, bloody mary's ain't that bad son\n  jab's a one man riot starter, tell your dad to come\n  when i get to snuffin bwoy you'll wish you had a gun\n  havin fun yet? mr. perfect's the one who says who\n  get hurt next, suplexin all of you?\n  you got nowhere to run ta, i'ma hunter like a fonzo\n  smoke you like fonta, leave you in mourning like alonzo\n  comin for your head honcho, he in my range, ain't nuttin changed duke\n  if you can't stand the rain you better wear a poncho\n  run through your crew pronto, crush you like nachoes\n  yeah you act macho but you still run from the cops duke\n  supreme is not your, ordinary type of guy\n  when i get hyper, i burn that ass like all types of lye\n  alright alright alright, maybe i'm not the best, but i'm one of em\n  see these wack cats, think they nice, we make fun of em\n  cause we runnin em, back to they blocks for reinforcement\n  i stay flossin, you bring your crew i bring the four-fifths\n  known to jab, cause i move like a rook straight at cha\n  and drop mad niggaz with one punch, usually that one\n  left to right my shit is marvelous like marvin hagler\n  stagger a devil sayin, \"go the fuck back to africa\"\n\n  it's the per-fect jab (jab) at last (last)\n  i break dudes in half (half)\n  get splashed on your staff, if you don't know the math\n  (call em perfect)\n  i bring shit they can't fathom, sent to hurt shit\n  it ain't worth it, bummy jab sent to dab em\n  since the days of adam, befo' eve flipped the script\n  it was predicted, for me to bring some shit like this\n  (that boy bad, that boy bad!)\n  but now we out to bring em back terror, i'm bout cheddar\n  (hah!) they call me mr. perfect\n  cause i'm, simply without error (per-fect-o)\n  you couldn't weather my endeavor, i'm too clever\n  don't ever bring it to my square queer you know better\n  and if you creep up (what?) prepare to meet the grim reaper\n  appearin in your nightmares, fuckin your sleep up\n  oh, oh, oh, b.t.j.'s call me balboa, swan call me rock-ola\n  hold the fort down, reach out and punch somethin like a motorola\n  own a pager, bonus how i call the paper, you make all the dough\n  but anyway i slay a boa anyday, you know what?\n  i may just take you over, my wager's\n  to get your face or your nose bloodied, what?\n  the r-o-to, c-k ya show ya greater, don't fuck around\n  burn caps like my name like was coca-cola\n  wait up hold up! don't make a, nigga roll up\n  take your shines, leave ya swoll up or with a taste of\n  somethin smacked out your mouth, so ah, slow up i hate ya\n  do your dirty m.p. now stands for make'em pay brah\n  i'm rude, abuse dudes that come late on they dues\n  bring bad news like a baby in they terrible two's\n  you did what to who? youse estoria like the waldorf\n  niggaz get hauled off, suplexin magnums like i'm goin off\n  you fuckin cornballs, we comin from another angle completely\n  my theory is, can't none of y'all faggot niggaz beat me\n  get snuffed so stupid you may curse your dad, it's his fault\n  he shoulda warned you bout the perfect jab\n  motherfuckers!\n  word up nigga, we'll knock you straight the fuck out\n  all y'all niggaz, all y'all niggaz who act like y'all want it\n  y'all gonna get it nigga, word up\n  Hah, this is the perfect jab\n  fuck with this boy you better curse your dad\n  hah, this is the perfect jab\n  step to this boy you better curse your dad\n  don't be fuckin with this here, perfect jab\n  you better curse your dad\n  worst luck you ever had\n  times that times four, triple that like r's\n  and we form a square and whoop your monkey-ass from here to there\n  word is bon jovi, heh\n  we will fuck you up, word up\n  M.f.c. 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Supreme","albumName":"Magnum Force","duration":250.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Featuring supreme\nyo word up man\nword up man it's a lot of niggaz out there\nniggaz pullin gats and all that shit\ni know we magnum force and all of that\nwe run with o.g.c.'s n shit\nwe'll fuck your ass up too word up\nbummy jab mr. perfect equals perfect jab\nword is bond\nThis whole shit's played like jordache and sassoon\nsue me it's time that y'all ass out like baboons\nor me with no drawers on, the way my pants droop, bang\nto your equilibrium, you're physically dismantled\nbatten down the hatches, i mastered this flow i crafted\nbeyond sight, comin out fights with no scratches\nto let tactics, knock the world off it's axis\nsupreme mean the lastest level, you can't pass this\nwe'll tell them hold this, heat-seekin fist'll never miss\non impact, set to knock shit out the devilish\npunk who step to this, my ring got ice you can have some\nfor your glass jaw, bloody mary's ain't that bad son\njab's a one man riot starter, tell your dad to come\nwhen i get to snuffin bwoy you'll wish you had a gun\nhavin fun yet? mr. perfect's the one who says who\nget hurt next, suplexin all of you?\nyou got nowhere to run ta, i'ma hunter like a fonzo\nsmoke you like fonta, leave you in mourning like alonzo\ncomin for your head honcho, he in my range, ain't nuttin changed duke\nif you can't stand the rain you better wear a poncho\nrun through your crew pronto, crush you like nachoes\nyeah you act macho but you still run from the cops duke\nsupreme is not your, ordinary type of guy\nwhen i get hyper, i burn that ass like all types of lye\nalright alright alright, maybe i'm not the best, but i'm one of em\nsee these wack cats, think they nice, we make fun of em\ncause we runnin em, back to they blocks for reinforcement\ni stay flossin, you bring your crew i bring the four-fifths\nknown to jab, cause i move like a rook straight at cha\nand drop mad niggaz with one punch, usually that one\nleft to right my shit is marvelous like marvin hagler\nstagger a devil sayin, \"go the fuck back to africa\"\n\nit's the per-fect jab (jab) at last (last)\ni break dudes in half (half)\nget splashed on your staff, if you don't know the math\n(call em perfect)\ni bring shit they can't fathom, sent to hurt shit\nit ain't worth it, bummy jab sent to dab em\nsince the days of adam, befo' eve flipped the script\nit was predicted, for me to bring some shit like this\n(that boy bad, that boy bad!)\nbut now we out to bring em back terror, i'm bout cheddar\n(hah!) they call me mr. perfect\ncause i'm, simply without error (per-fect-o)\nyou couldn't weather my endeavor, i'm too clever\ndon't ever bring it to my square queer you know better\nand if you creep up (what?) prepare to meet the grim reaper\nappearin in your nightmares, fuckin your sleep up\noh, oh, oh, b.t.j.'s call me balboa, swan call me rock-ola\nhold the fort down, reach out and punch somethin like a motorola\nown a pager, bonus how i call the paper, you make all the dough\nbut anyway i slay a boa anyday, you know what?\ni may just take you over, my wager's\nto get your face or your nose bloodied, what?\nthe r-o-to, c-k ya show ya greater, don't fuck around\nburn caps like my name like was coca-cola\nwait up hold up! don't make a, nigga roll up\ntake your shines, leave ya swoll up or with a taste of\nsomethin smacked out your mouth, so ah, slow up i hate ya\ndo your dirty m.p. now stands for make'em pay brah\ni'm rude, abuse dudes that come late on they dues\nbring bad news like a baby in they terrible two's\nyou did what to who? youse estoria like the waldorf\nniggaz get hauled off, suplexin magnums like i'm goin off\nyou fuckin cornballs, we comin from another angle completely\nmy theory is, can't none of y'all faggot niggaz beat me\nget snuffed so stupid you may curse your dad, it's his fault\nhe shoulda warned you bout the perfect jab\nmotherfuckers!\nword up nigga, we'll knock you straight the fuck out\nall y'all niggaz, all y'all niggaz who act like y'all want it\ny'all gonna get it nigga, word up\nHah, this is the perfect jab\nfuck with this boy you better curse your dad\nhah, this is the perfect jab\nstep to this boy you better curse your dad\ndon't be fuckin with this here, perfect jab\nyou better curse your dad\nworst luck you ever had\ntimes that times four, triple that like r's\nand we form a square and whoop your monkey-ass from here to there\nword is bon jovi, heh\nwe will fuck you up, word up\nM.f.c. (for life!!) for life!!\n* various talk fades into skit *","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.32] Featuring supreme\n[00:02.80] Yo word up man\n[00:03.93] Word up man it's a lot of niggaz out there\n[00:05.80] Niggaz pullin gats and all that shit\n[00:07.66] I know we magnum force and all of that\n[00:09.92] We run with o.g.c.'s n shit\n[00:11.84] We'll fuck your ass up too word up\n[00:15.05] Bummy jab mr. perfect equals perfect jab\n[00:19.51] Word is bond\n[00:21.42] This whole shit's played like jordache and sassoon\n[00:24.35] Sue me it's time that y'all ass out like baboons\n[00:27.01] Or me with no drawers on, the way my pants droop, bang\n[00:29.95] To your equilibrium, you're physically dismantled\n[00:32.52] Batten down the hatches, i mastered this flow i crafted\n[00:35.47] Beyond sight, comin out fights with no scratches\n[00:38.12] To let tactics, knock the world off it's axis\n[00:40.54] Supreme mean the lastest level, you can't pass this\n[00:43.13] We'll tell them hold this, heat-seekin fist'll never miss\n[00:46.04] On impact, set to knock shit out the devilish\n[00:48.61] Punk who step to this, my ring got ice you can have some\n[00:51.55] For your glass jaw, bloody mary's ain't that bad son\n[00:53.99] Jab's a one man riot starter, tell your dad to come\n[00:56.80] When i get to snuffin bwoy you'll wish you had a gun\n[00:59.59] Havin fun yet? mr. perfect's the one who says who\n[01:02.19] Get hurt next, suplexin all of you?\n[01:04.56] You got nowhere to run ta, i'ma hunter like a fonzo\n[01:07.24] Smoke you like fonta, leave you in mourning like alonzo\n[01:09.90] Comin for your head honcho, he in my range, ain't nuttin changed duke\n[01:13.34] If you can't stand the rain you better wear a poncho\n[01:15.72] Run through your crew pronto, crush you like nachoes\n[01:18.10] Yeah you act macho but you still run from the cops duke\n[01:20.46] Supreme is not your, ordinary type of guy\n[01:23.12] When i get hyper, i burn that ass like all types of lye\n[01:25.73] Alright alright alright, maybe i'm not the best, but i'm one of em\n[01:28.65] See these wack cats, think they nice, we make fun of em\n[01:31.59] Cause we runnin em, back to they blocks for reinforcement\n[01:33.65] I stay flossin, you bring your crew i bring the four-fifths\n[01:36.68] Known to jab, cause i move like a rook straight at cha\n[01:39.25] And drop mad niggaz with one punch, usually that one\n[01:41.94] Left to right my shit is marvelous like marvin hagler\n[01:44.60] Stagger a devil sayin, \"go the fuck back to africa\"\n[01:46.79] It's the per-fect jab (jab) at last (last)\n[01:48.86] I break dudes in half (half)\n[01:50.14] Get splashed on your staff, if you don't know the math\n[01:52.21] (Call em perfect)\n[01:53.34] I bring shit they can't fathom, sent to hurt shit\n[01:55.27] It ain't worth it, bummy jab sent to dab em\n[01:57.56] Since the days of adam, befo' eve flipped the script\n[02:00.46] It was predicted, for me to bring some shit like this\n[02:02.81] (That boy bad, that boy bad!)\n[02:04.27] But now we out to bring em back terror, i'm bout cheddar\n[02:06.81] (Hah!) they call me mr. perfect\n[02:07.70] Cause i'm, simply without error (per-fect-o)\n[02:09.27] You couldn't weather my endeavor, i'm too clever\n[02:11.39] Don't ever bring it to my square queer you know better\n[02:13.58] And if you creep up (what?) prepare to meet the grim reaper\n[02:16.43] Appearin in your nightmares, fuckin your sleep up\n[02:18.83] Oh, oh, oh, b.t.j.'s call me balboa, swan call me rock-ola\n[02:21.48] Hold the fort down, reach out and punch somethin like a motorola\n[02:24.97] Own a pager, bonus how i call the paper, you make all the dough\n[02:27.54] But anyway i slay a boa anyday, you know what?\n[02:30.47] I may just take you over, my wager's\n[02:32.32] To get your face or your nose bloodied, what?\n[02:35.57] The r-o-to, c-k ya show ya greater, don't fuck around\n[02:38.99] Burn caps like my name like was coca-cola\n[02:40.56] Wait up hold up! don't make a, nigga roll up\n[02:43.26] Take your shines, leave ya swoll up or with a taste of\n[02:46.14] Somethin smacked out your mouth, so ah, slow up i hate ya\n[02:48.75] Do your dirty m.p. now stands for make'em pay brah\n[02:51.10] I'm rude, abuse dudes that come late on they dues\n[02:53.79] Bring bad news like a baby in they terrible two's\n[02:56.15] You did what to who? youse estoria like the waldorf\n[02:59.09] Niggaz get hauled off, suplexin magnums like i'm goin off\n[03:01.64] You fuckin cornballs, we comin from another angle completely\n[03:04.39] My theory is, can't none of y'all faggot niggaz beat me\n[03:06.72] Get snuffed so stupid you may curse your dad, it's his fault\n[03:10.17] He shoulda warned you bout the perfect jab\n[03:12.06] Motherfuckers!\n[03:14.47] Word up nigga, we'll knock you straight the fuck out\n[03:18.63] All y'all niggaz, all y'all niggaz who act like y'all want it\n[03:21.86] Y'all gonna get it nigga, word up\n[03:24.03] Hah, this is the perfect jab\n[03:25.82] Fuck with this boy you better curse your dad\n[03:27.95] Hah, this is the perfect jab\n[03:30.61] Step to this boy you better curse your dad\n[03:33.20] Don't be fuckin with this here, perfect jab\n[03:36.12] You better curse your dad\n[03:40.12] Worst luck you ever had\n[03:40.94] Times that times four, triple that like r's\n[03:45.80] And we form a square and whoop your monkey-ass from here to there\n[03:48.89] Word is bon jovi, heh\n[03:50.77] We will fuck you up, word up\n[03:54.76] M.f.c. 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(for life!!) for life!!\n  start_ms: 234760\n  end_ms: 244210\n- text: '* Various talk fades into skit *'\n  start_ms: 244210\n  end_ms: 248840\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 248840\nplain: |-\n  Featuring supreme\n  yo word up man\n  word up man it's a lot of niggaz out there\n  niggaz pullin gats and all that shit\n  i know we magnum force and all of that\n  we run with o.g.c.'s n shit\n  we'll fuck your ass up too word up\n  bummy jab mr. perfect equals perfect jab\n  word is bond\n  This whole shit's played like jordache and sassoon\n  sue me it's time that y'all ass out like baboons\n  or me with no drawers on, the way my pants droop, bang\n  to your equilibrium, you're physically dismantled\n  batten down the hatches, i mastered this flow i crafted\n  beyond sight, comin out fights with no scratches\n  to let tactics, knock the world off it's axis\n  supreme mean the lastest level, you can't pass this\n  we'll tell them hold this, heat-seekin fist'll never miss\n  on impact, set to knock shit out the devilish\n  punk who step to this, my ring got ice you can have some\n  for your glass jaw, bloody mary's ain't that bad son\n  jab's a one man riot starter, tell your dad to come\n  when i get to snuffin bwoy you'll wish you had a gun\n  havin fun yet? mr. perfect's the one who says who\n  get hurt next, suplexin all of you?\n  you got nowhere to run ta, i'ma hunter like a fonzo\n  smoke you like fonta, leave you in mourning like alonzo\n  comin for your head honcho, he in my range, ain't nuttin changed duke\n  if you can't stand the rain you better wear a poncho\n  run through your crew pronto, crush you like nachoes\n  yeah you act macho but you still run from the cops duke\n  supreme is not your, ordinary type of guy\n  when i get hyper, i burn that ass like all types of lye\n  alright alright alright, maybe i'm not the best, but i'm one of em\n  see these wack cats, think they nice, we make fun of em\n  cause we runnin em, back to they blocks for reinforcement\n  i stay flossin, you bring your crew i bring the four-fifths\n  known to jab, cause i move like a rook straight at cha\n  and drop mad niggaz with one punch, usually that one\n  left to right my shit is marvelous like marvin hagler\n  stagger a devil sayin, \"go the fuck back to africa\"\n\n  it's the per-fect jab (jab) at last (last)\n  i break dudes in half (half)\n  get splashed on your staff, if you don't know the math\n  (call em perfect)\n  i bring shit they can't fathom, sent to hurt shit\n  it ain't worth it, bummy jab sent to dab em\n  since the days of adam, befo' eve flipped the script\n  it was predicted, for me to bring some shit like this\n  (that boy bad, that boy bad!)\n  but now we out to bring em back terror, i'm bout cheddar\n  (hah!) they call me mr. perfect\n  cause i'm, simply without error (per-fect-o)\n  you couldn't weather my endeavor, i'm too clever\n  don't ever bring it to my square queer you know better\n  and if you creep up (what?) prepare to meet the grim reaper\n  appearin in your nightmares, fuckin your sleep up\n  oh, oh, oh, b.t.j.'s call me balboa, swan call me rock-ola\n  hold the fort down, reach out and punch somethin like a motorola\n  own a pager, bonus how i call the paper, you make all the dough\n  but anyway i slay a boa anyday, you know what?\n  i may just take you over, my wager's\n  to get your face or your nose bloodied, what?\n  the r-o-to, c-k ya show ya greater, don't fuck around\n  burn caps like my name like was coca-cola\n  wait up hold up! don't make a, nigga roll up\n  take your shines, leave ya swoll up or with a taste of\n  somethin smacked out your mouth, so ah, slow up i hate ya\n  do your dirty m.p. now stands for make'em pay brah\n  i'm rude, abuse dudes that come late on they dues\n  bring bad news like a baby in they terrible two's\n  you did what to who? youse estoria like the waldorf\n  niggaz get hauled off, suplexin magnums like i'm goin off\n  you fuckin cornballs, we comin from another angle completely\n  my theory is, can't none of y'all faggot niggaz beat me\n  get snuffed so stupid you may curse your dad, it's his fault\n  he shoulda warned you bout the perfect jab\n  motherfuckers!\n  word up nigga, we'll knock you straight the fuck out\n  all y'all niggaz, all y'all niggaz who act like y'all want it\n  y'all gonna get it nigga, word up\n  Hah, this is the perfect jab\n  fuck with this boy you better curse your dad\n  hah, this is the perfect jab\n  step to this boy you better curse your dad\n  don't be fuckin with this here, perfect jab\n  you better curse your dad\n  worst luck you ever had\n  times that times four, triple that like r's\n  and we form a square and whoop your monkey-ass from here to there\n  word is bon jovi, heh\n  we will fuck you up, word up\n  M.f.c. 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(for life!!) for life!!\n* various talk fades into skit *","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.32] Featuring supreme\n[00:02.80] Yo word up man\n[00:03.93] Word up man it's a lot of niggaz out there\n[00:05.80] Niggaz pullin gats and all that shit\n[00:07.66] I know we magnum force and all of that\n[00:09.92] We run with o.g.c.'s n shit\n[00:11.84] We'll fuck your ass up too word up\n[00:15.05] Bummy jab mr. perfect equals perfect jab\n[00:19.51] Word is bond\n[00:21.42] This whole shit's played like jordache and sassoon\n[00:24.35] Sue me it's time that y'all ass out like baboons\n[00:27.01] Or me with no drawers on, the way my pants droop, bang\n[00:29.95] To your equilibrium, you're physically dismantled\n[00:32.52] Batten down the hatches, i mastered this flow i crafted\n[00:35.47] Beyond sight, comin out fights with no scratches\n[00:38.12] To let tactics, knock the world off it's axis\n[00:40.54] Supreme mean the lastest level, you can't pass this\n[00:43.13] We'll tell them hold this, heat-seekin fist'll never miss\n[00:46.04] On impact, set to knock shit out the devilish\n[00:48.61] Punk who step to this, my ring got ice you can have some\n[00:51.55] For your glass jaw, bloody mary's ain't that bad son\n[00:53.99] Jab's a one man riot starter, tell your dad to come\n[00:56.80] When i get to snuffin bwoy you'll wish you had a gun\n[00:59.59] Havin fun yet? mr. perfect's the one who says who\n[01:02.19] Get hurt next, suplexin all of you?\n[01:04.56] You got nowhere to run ta, i'ma hunter like a fonzo\n[01:07.24] Smoke you like fonta, leave you in mourning like alonzo\n[01:09.90] Comin for your head honcho, he in my range, ain't nuttin changed duke\n[01:13.34] If you can't stand the rain you better wear a poncho\n[01:15.72] Run through your crew pronto, crush you like nachoes\n[01:18.10] Yeah you act macho but you still run from the cops duke\n[01:20.46] Supreme is not your, ordinary type of guy\n[01:23.12] When i get hyper, i burn that ass like all types of lye\n[01:25.73] Alright alright alright, maybe i'm not the best, but i'm one of em\n[01:28.65] See these wack cats, think they nice, we make fun of em\n[01:31.59] Cause we runnin em, back to they blocks for reinforcement\n[01:33.65] I stay flossin, you bring your crew i bring the four-fifths\n[01:36.68] Known to jab, cause i move like a rook straight at cha\n[01:39.25] And drop mad niggaz with one punch, usually that one\n[01:41.94] Left to right my shit is marvelous like marvin hagler\n[01:44.60] Stagger a devil sayin, \"go the fuck back to africa\"\n[01:46.79] It's the per-fect jab (jab) at last (last)\n[01:48.86] I break dudes in half (half)\n[01:50.14] Get splashed on your staff, if you don't know the math\n[01:52.21] (Call em perfect)\n[01:53.34] I bring shit they can't fathom, sent to hurt shit\n[01:55.27] It ain't worth it, bummy jab sent to dab em\n[01:57.56] Since the days of adam, befo' eve flipped the script\n[02:00.46] It was predicted, for me to bring some shit like this\n[02:02.81] (That boy bad, that boy bad!)\n[02:04.27] But now we out to bring em back terror, i'm bout cheddar\n[02:06.81] (Hah!) they call me mr. perfect\n[02:07.70] Cause i'm, simply without error (per-fect-o)\n[02:09.27] You couldn't weather my endeavor, i'm too clever\n[02:11.39] Don't ever bring it to my square queer you know better\n[02:13.58] And if you creep up (what?) prepare to meet the grim reaper\n[02:16.43] Appearin in your nightmares, fuckin your sleep up\n[02:18.83] Oh, oh, oh, b.t.j.'s call me balboa, swan call me rock-ola\n[02:21.48] Hold the fort down, reach out and punch somethin like a motorola\n[02:24.97] Own a pager, bonus how i call the paper, you make all the dough\n[02:27.54] But anyway i slay a boa anyday, you know what?\n[02:30.47] I may just take you over, my wager's\n[02:32.32] To get your face or your nose bloodied, what?\n[02:35.57] The r-o-to, c-k ya show ya greater, don't fuck around\n[02:38.99] Burn caps like my name like was coca-cola\n[02:40.56] Wait up hold up! don't make a, nigga roll up\n[02:43.26] Take your shines, leave ya swoll up or with a taste of\n[02:46.14] Somethin smacked out your mouth, so ah, slow up i hate ya\n[02:48.75] Do your dirty m.p. now stands for make'em pay brah\n[02:51.10] I'm rude, abuse dudes that come late on they dues\n[02:53.79] Bring bad news like a baby in they terrible two's\n[02:56.15] You did what to who? youse estoria like the waldorf\n[02:59.09] Niggaz get hauled off, suplexin magnums like i'm goin off\n[03:01.64] You fuckin cornballs, we comin from another angle completely\n[03:04.39] My theory is, can't none of y'all faggot niggaz beat me\n[03:06.72] Get snuffed so stupid you may curse your dad, it's his fault\n[03:10.17] He shoulda warned you bout the perfect jab\n[03:12.06] Motherfuckers!\n[03:14.47] Word up nigga, we'll knock you straight the fuck out\n[03:18.63] All y'all niggaz, all y'all niggaz who act like y'all want it\n[03:21.86] Y'all gonna get it nigga, word up\n[03:24.03] Hah, this is the perfect jab\n[03:25.82] Fuck with this boy you better curse your dad\n[03:27.95] Hah, this is the perfect jab\n[03:30.61] Step to this boy you better curse your dad\n[03:33.20] Don't be fuckin with this here, perfect jab\n[03:36.12] You better curse your dad\n[03:40.12] Worst luck you ever had\n[03:40.94] Times that times four, triple that like r's\n[03:45.80] And we form a square and whoop your monkey-ass from here to there\n[03:48.89] Word is bon jovi, heh\n[03:50.77] We will fuck you up, word up\n[03:54.76] M.f.c. (for life!!) for life!!\n[04:04.21] * Various talk fades into skit *\n[04:08.84] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Perfect Jab\n  artist: Heltah Skeltah feat. Supreme of the Representativz\n  album: Magnum Force\n  duration_ms: 250000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Featuring supreme\n  start_ms: 2320\n  end_ms: 2800\n- text: Yo word up man\n  start_ms: 2800\n  end_ms: 3930\n- text: Word up man it's a lot of niggaz out there\n  start_ms: 3930\n  end_ms: 5800\n- text: Niggaz pullin gats and all that shit\n  start_ms: 5800\n  end_ms: 7660\n- text: I know we magnum force and all of that\n  start_ms: 7660\n  end_ms: 9920\n- text: We run with o.g.c.'s n shit\n  start_ms: 9920\n  end_ms: 11840\n- text: We'll fuck your ass up too word up\n  start_ms: 11840\n  end_ms: 15050\n- text: Bummy jab mr. perfect equals perfect jab\n  start_ms: 15050\n  end_ms: 19510\n- text: Word is bond\n  start_ms: 19510\n  end_ms: 21420\n- text: This whole shit's played like jordache and sassoon\n  start_ms: 21420\n  end_ms: 24350\n- text: Sue me it's time that y'all ass out like baboons\n  start_ms: 24350\n  end_ms: 27010\n- text: Or me with no drawers on, the way my pants droop, bang\n  start_ms: 27010\n  end_ms: 29950\n- text: To your equilibrium, you're physically dismantled\n  start_ms: 29950\n  end_ms: 32520\n- text: Batten down the hatches, i mastered this flow i crafted\n  start_ms: 32520\n  end_ms: 35470\n- text: Beyond sight, comin out fights with no scratches\n  start_ms: 35470\n  end_ms: 38120\n- text: To let tactics, knock the world off it's axis\n  start_ms: 38120\n  end_ms: 40540\n- text: Supreme mean the lastest level, you can't pass this\n  start_ms: 40540\n  end_ms: 43130\n- text: We'll tell them hold this, heat-seekin fist'll never miss\n  start_ms: 43130\n  end_ms: 46040\n- text: On impact, set to knock shit out the devilish\n  start_ms: 46040\n  end_ms: 48610\n- text: Punk who step to this, my ring got ice you can have some\n  start_ms: 48610\n  end_ms: 51550\n- text: For your glass jaw, bloody mary's ain't that bad son\n  start_ms: 51550\n  end_ms: 53990\n- text: Jab's a one man riot starter, tell your dad to come\n  start_ms: 53990\n  end_ms: 56800\n- text: When i get to snuffin bwoy you'll wish you had a gun\n  start_ms: 56800\n  end_ms: 59590\n- text: Havin fun yet? mr. perfect's the one who says who\n  start_ms: 59590\n  end_ms: 62190\n- text: Get hurt next, suplexin all of you?\n  start_ms: 62190\n  end_ms: 64560\n- text: You got nowhere to run ta, i'ma hunter like a fonzo\n  start_ms: 64560\n  end_ms: 67240\n- text: Smoke you like fonta, leave you in mourning like alonzo\n  start_ms: 67240\n  end_ms: 69900\n- text: Comin for your head honcho, he in my range, ain't nuttin changed duke\n  start_ms: 69900\n  end_ms: 73340\n- text: If you can't stand the rain you better wear a poncho\n  start_ms: 73340\n  end_ms: 75720\n- text: Run through your crew pronto, crush you like nachoes\n  start_ms: 75720\n  end_ms: 78100\n- text: Yeah you act macho but you still run from the cops duke\n  start_ms: 78100\n  end_ms: 80460\n- text: Supreme is not your, ordinary type of guy\n  start_ms: 80460\n  end_ms: 83120\n- text: When i get hyper, i burn that ass like all types of lye\n  start_ms: 83120\n  end_ms: 85730\n- text: Alright alright alright, maybe i'm not the best, but i'm one of em\n  start_ms: 85730\n  end_ms: 88650\n- text: See these wack cats, think they nice, we make fun of em\n  start_ms: 88650\n  end_ms: 91590\n- text: Cause we runnin em, back to they blocks for reinforcement\n  start_ms: 91590\n  end_ms: 93650\n- text: I stay flossin, you bring your crew i bring the four-fifths\n  start_ms: 93650\n  end_ms: 96680\n- text: Known to jab, cause i move like a rook straight at cha\n  start_ms: 96680\n  end_ms: 99250\n- text: And drop mad niggaz with one punch, usually that one\n  start_ms: 99250\n  end_ms: 101940\n- text: Left to right my shit is marvelous like marvin hagler\n  start_ms: 101940\n  end_ms: 104600\n- text: Stagger a devil sayin, \"go the fuck back to africa\"\n  start_ms: 104600\n  end_ms: 106790\n- text: It's the per-fect jab (jab) at last (last)\n  start_ms: 106790\n  end_ms: 108860\n- text: I break dudes in half (half)\n  start_ms: 108860\n  end_ms: 110140\n- text: Get splashed on your staff, if you don't know the math\n  start_ms: 110140\n  end_ms: 112210\n- text: (Call em perfect)\n  start_ms: 112210\n  end_ms: 113340\n- text: I bring shit they can't fathom, sent to hurt shit\n  start_ms: 113340\n  end_ms: 115270\n- text: It ain't worth it, bummy jab sent to dab em\n  start_ms: 115270\n  end_ms: 117560\n- text: Since the days of adam, befo' eve flipped the script\n  start_ms: 117560\n  end_ms: 120460\n- text: It was predicted, for me to bring some shit like this\n  start_ms: 120460\n  end_ms: 122810\n- text: (That boy bad, that boy bad!)\n  start_ms: 122810\n  end_ms: 124270\n- text: But now we out to bring em back terror, i'm bout cheddar\n  start_ms: 124270\n  end_ms: 126810\n- text: (Hah!) they call me mr. perfect\n  start_ms: 126810\n  end_ms: 127700\n- text: Cause i'm, simply without error (per-fect-o)\n  start_ms: 127700\n  end_ms: 129270\n- text: You couldn't weather my endeavor, i'm too clever\n  start_ms: 129270\n  end_ms: 131390\n- text: Don't ever bring it to my square queer you know better\n  start_ms: 131390\n  end_ms: 133580\n- text: And if you creep up (what?) prepare to meet the grim reaper\n  start_ms: 133580\n  end_ms: 136430\n- text: Appearin in your nightmares, fuckin your sleep up\n  start_ms: 136430\n  end_ms: 138830\n- text: Oh, oh, oh, b.t.j.'s call me balboa, swan call me rock-ola\n  start_ms: 138830\n  end_ms: 141480\n- text: Hold the fort down, reach out and punch somethin like a motorola\n  start_ms: 141480\n  end_ms: 144970\n- text: Own a pager, bonus how i call the paper, you make all the dough\n  start_ms: 144970\n  end_ms: 147540\n- text: But anyway i slay a boa anyday, you know what?\n  start_ms: 147540\n  end_ms: 150470\n- text: I may just take you over, my wager's\n  start_ms: 150470\n  end_ms: 152320\n- text: To get your face or your nose bloodied, what?\n  start_ms: 152320\n  end_ms: 155570\n- text: The r-o-to, c-k ya show ya greater, don't fuck around\n  start_ms: 155570\n  end_ms: 158990\n- text: Burn caps like my name like was coca-cola\n  start_ms: 158990\n  end_ms: 160560\n- text: Wait up hold up! don't make a, nigga roll up\n  start_ms: 160560\n  end_ms: 163260\n- text: Take your shines, leave ya swoll up or with a taste of\n  start_ms: 163260\n  end_ms: 166140\n- text: Somethin smacked out your mouth, so ah, slow up i hate ya\n  start_ms: 166140\n  end_ms: 168750\n- text: Do your dirty m.p. now stands for make'em pay brah\n  start_ms: 168750\n  end_ms: 171100\n- text: I'm rude, abuse dudes that come late on they dues\n  start_ms: 171100\n  end_ms: 173790\n- text: Bring bad news like a baby in they terrible two's\n  start_ms: 173790\n  end_ms: 176150\n- text: You did what to who? 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(for life!!) for life!!\n  start_ms: 234760\n  end_ms: 244210\n- text: '* Various talk fades into skit *'\n  start_ms: 244210\n  end_ms: 248840\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 248840\nplain: |-\n  Featuring supreme\n  yo word up man\n  word up man it's a lot of niggaz out there\n  niggaz pullin gats and all that shit\n  i know we magnum force and all of that\n  we run with o.g.c.'s n shit\n  we'll fuck your ass up too word up\n  bummy jab mr. perfect equals perfect jab\n  word is bond\n  This whole shit's played like jordache and sassoon\n  sue me it's time that y'all ass out like baboons\n  or me with no drawers on, the way my pants droop, bang\n  to your equilibrium, you're physically dismantled\n  batten down the hatches, i mastered this flow i crafted\n  beyond sight, comin out fights with no scratches\n  to let tactics, knock the world off it's axis\n  supreme mean the lastest level, you can't pass this\n  we'll tell them hold this, heat-seekin fist'll never miss\n  on impact, set to knock shit out the devilish\n  punk who step to this, my ring got ice you can have some\n  for your glass jaw, bloody mary's ain't that bad son\n  jab's a one man riot starter, tell your dad to come\n  when i get to snuffin bwoy you'll wish you had a gun\n  havin fun yet? mr. perfect's the one who says who\n  get hurt next, suplexin all of you?\n  you got nowhere to run ta, i'ma hunter like a fonzo\n  smoke you like fonta, leave you in mourning like alonzo\n  comin for your head honcho, he in my range, ain't nuttin changed duke\n  if you can't stand the rain you better wear a poncho\n  run through your crew pronto, crush you like nachoes\n  yeah you act macho but you still run from the cops duke\n  supreme is not your, ordinary type of guy\n  when i get hyper, i burn that ass like all types of lye\n  alright alright alright, maybe i'm not the best, but i'm one of em\n  see these wack cats, think they nice, we make fun of em\n  cause we runnin em, back to they blocks for reinforcement\n  i stay flossin, you bring your crew i bring the four-fifths\n  known to jab, cause i move like a rook straight at cha\n  and drop mad niggaz with one punch, usually that one\n  left to right my shit is marvelous like marvin hagler\n  stagger a devil sayin, \"go the fuck back to africa\"\n\n  it's the per-fect jab (jab) at last (last)\n  i break dudes in half (half)\n  get splashed on your staff, if you don't know the math\n  (call em perfect)\n  i bring shit they can't fathom, sent to hurt shit\n  it ain't worth it, bummy jab sent to dab em\n  since the days of adam, befo' eve flipped the script\n  it was predicted, for me to bring some shit like this\n  (that boy bad, that boy bad!)\n  but now we out to bring em back terror, i'm bout cheddar\n  (hah!) they call me mr. perfect\n  cause i'm, simply without error (per-fect-o)\n  you couldn't weather my endeavor, i'm too clever\n  don't ever bring it to my square queer you know better\n  and if you creep up (what?) prepare to meet the grim reaper\n  appearin in your nightmares, fuckin your sleep up\n  oh, oh, oh, b.t.j.'s call me balboa, swan call me rock-ola\n  hold the fort down, reach out and punch somethin like a motorola\n  own a pager, bonus how i call the paper, you make all the dough\n  but anyway i slay a boa anyday, you know what?\n  i may just take you over, my wager's\n  to get your face or your nose bloodied, what?\n  the r-o-to, c-k ya show ya greater, don't fuck around\n  burn caps like my name like was coca-cola\n  wait up hold up! don't make a, nigga roll up\n  take your shines, leave ya swoll up or with a taste of\n  somethin smacked out your mouth, so ah, slow up i hate ya\n  do your dirty m.p. now stands for make'em pay brah\n  i'm rude, abuse dudes that come late on they dues\n  bring bad news like a baby in they terrible two's\n  you did what to who? youse estoria like the waldorf\n  niggaz get hauled off, suplexin magnums like i'm goin off\n  you fuckin cornballs, we comin from another angle completely\n  my theory is, can't none of y'all faggot niggaz beat me\n  get snuffed so stupid you may curse your dad, it's his fault\n  he shoulda warned you bout the perfect jab\n  motherfuckers!\n  word up nigga, we'll knock you straight the fuck out\n  all y'all niggaz, all y'all niggaz who act like y'all want it\n  y'all gonna get it nigga, word up\n  Hah, this is the perfect jab\n  fuck with this boy you better curse your dad\n  hah, this is the perfect jab\n  step to this boy you better curse your dad\n  don't be fuckin with this here, perfect jab\n  you better curse your dad\n  worst luck you ever had\n  times that times four, triple that like r's\n  and we form a square and whoop your monkey-ass from here to there\n  word is bon jovi, heh\n  we will fuck you up, word up\n  M.f.c. (for life!!) for life!!\n  * various talk fades into skit *\n"}]