[{"id":2519562,"name":"Prowl","trackName":"Prowl","artistName":"Heltah Skeltah","albumName":"Nocturnal (Explicit)","duration":253.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Who we be?\nWe be the B double O - T - C - A -M - P I'm caught up in a zone of my own, I rome\nRun my fingers through my hair and give air to my stoned dome\nAnd analyse, who to tear through, I dare you\nDevils that try to ban me that dare would be bare proof\nWho's he? stalking the streets when there's no life\nEyes glow like tiko night glows, we's in flight\nBut it don't glow like, wack, the glow's phat\nAnd it be the only glow that lemme know where a true warrior be at\n\nOGC, Gunn Clappa, number 2\nLouieville, do he ill, snap in half your crew\nBack, smack, a few of you till your ears ring\nDuke I smack 'em with the bat. Why?\nSo my hands don't sting\nI bring rec in this game, and don't shit change\nI inflicts pain like a stressed brain having a migraine\nHeads talk trash, walk in paths like anorexic\nPatients, laced up, overdosed in the exits\nAnd see, hears, these dumb, blind rappers\nWho don't know the meaning of the Originoo Gunn Clappaz\nMany phrases, many ways you can explain this\nPut on some rough, tough shit, huh, I'll make you famous\nSo, step don't stare, dare cross this path beware\nRepresentativz and foul play out the rear (out the rear)\n\nWe see in the dark like an owl\nDaytime's used to plot schemes for the night prowl\nOut to eliminate those who live foul\nDaytime's used to plot schemes for the night prowl\n\nCreep stalking, we, coughing\nBurgling, make me wonder why I'm not sleep walking\nPeeps talking, I hear 'em as I walk by, but they all die\nI'm fortified with the 45\nFuck it! Let me proceed with the mission\nNo need for intermission, I need trees in my system\nCut down through mart, then I head for brisk in park\nWith my P 'n' C, for some yard to spark\nNo need to get hyper, I see, C, Cypher\nPower on the corner fucking with my niggas, every hour\nI devour, niggas who wanna test me and defy me\nIt might be Giuliani or the illuminati\nBut I be, writing plans of attack in my journal\nSo, Ruck, Rock, Ville Sluggah remains nocturnal\nSeeing through sheisty shit, shining like I'm solar\nPenetrate through darkness bounce like I'm sonar\n\nWe been found less an organised ways to buckwild\nDaytime's used to plot schemes for the night prowl\nSpread the word, 29 million square miles\nDaytime's used to plot schemes for the night prowl\n\nOne clik, stomping on the path, that's so hard\nAin't no smiling, we up against the odds like Phil Collins\nMeanwhile, I still be wilding, but only smarter (what?)\nPeep me the irrational and the quiet riot starter\nPardon this, I see you're not the sharpest pencil in the box\nNo where near a match, you get smashed by a Rock\nI done seen 3 dollar bills and you faker\nAnd you wonder why I hate ya\nA snake'll get snatched by his tail, slammed on his head\nGive me some panda thread (??) the cobra command the dead\nBan the red\nW - hypen B - U Recognise! Heltah Skeltah digs them and not you\n\nDamn,?? trials\nDaytime's used to plot schemes for the night prowl\nWe live nocturnal in the ninety-now\nDaytime's used to plot schemes for the night prowl\nIn the concretes streets of Bucktown\nDaytime's used to plot schemes for the night prowl\nDon't let your name show up next on my foul (file)\nDaytime's used to plot schemes for the night prowl","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Prowl\n  artist: Heltah Skeltah\n  album: Nocturnal (Explicit)\n  duration_ms: 253000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Who we be?\n  We be the B double O - T - C - A -M - P I'm caught up in a zone of my own, I rome\n  Run my fingers through my hair and give air to my stoned dome\n  And analyse, who to tear through, I dare you\n  Devils that try to ban me that dare would be bare proof\n  Who's he? stalking the streets when there's no life\n  Eyes glow like tiko night glows, we's in flight\n  But it don't glow like, wack, the glow's phat\n  And it be the only glow that lemme know where a true warrior be at\n\n  OGC, Gunn Clappa, number 2\n  Louieville, do he ill, snap in half your crew\n  Back, smack, a few of you till your ears ring\n  Duke I smack 'em with the bat. Why?\n  So my hands don't sting\n  I bring rec in this game, and don't shit change\n  I inflicts pain like a stressed brain having a migraine\n  Heads talk trash, walk in paths like anorexic\n  Patients, laced up, overdosed in the exits\n  And see, hears, these dumb, blind rappers\n  Who don't know the meaning of the Originoo Gunn Clappaz\n  Many phrases, many ways you can explain this\n  Put on some rough, tough shit, huh, I'll make you famous\n  So, step don't stare, dare cross this path beware\n  Representativz and foul play out the rear (out the rear)\n\n  We see in the dark like an owl\n  Daytime's used to plot schemes for the night prowl\n  Out to eliminate those who live foul\n  Daytime's used to plot schemes for the night prowl\n\n  Creep stalking, we, coughing\n  Burgling, make me wonder why I'm not sleep walking\n  Peeps talking, I hear 'em as I walk by, but they all die\n  I'm fortified with the 45\n  Fuck it! Let me proceed with the mission\n  No need for intermission, I need trees in my system\n  Cut down through mart, then I head for brisk in park\n  With my P 'n' C, for some yard to spark\n  No need to get hyper, I see, C, Cypher\n  Power on the corner fucking with my niggas, every hour\n  I devour, niggas who wanna test me and defy me\n  It might be Giuliani or the illuminati\n  But I be, writing plans of attack in my journal\n  So, Ruck, Rock, Ville Sluggah remains nocturnal\n  Seeing through sheisty shit, shining like I'm solar\n  Penetrate through darkness bounce like I'm sonar\n\n  We been found less an organised ways to buckwild\n  Daytime's used to plot schemes for the night prowl\n  Spread the word, 29 million square miles\n  Daytime's used to plot schemes for the night prowl\n\n  One clik, stomping on the path, that's so hard\n  Ain't no smiling, we up against the odds like Phil Collins\n  Meanwhile, I still be wilding, but only smarter (what?)\n  Peep me the irrational and the quiet riot starter\n  Pardon this, I see you're not the sharpest pencil in the box\n  No where near a match, you get smashed by a Rock\n  I done seen 3 dollar bills and you faker\n  And you wonder why I hate ya\n  A snake'll get snatched by his tail, slammed on his head\n  Give me some panda thread (??) the cobra command the dead\n  Ban the red\n  W - hypen B - U Recognise! Heltah Skeltah digs them and not you\n\n  Damn,?? trials\n  Daytime's used to plot schemes for the night prowl\n  We live nocturnal in the ninety-now\n  Daytime's used to plot schemes for the night prowl\n  In the concretes streets of Bucktown\n  Daytime's used to plot schemes for the night prowl\n  Don't let your name show up next on my foul (file)\n  Daytime's used to plot schemes for the night prowl\n"},{"id":2519563,"name":"Prowl","trackName":"Prowl","artistName":"Heltah Skeltah","albumName":"Nocturnal","duration":253.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Who we be?\nWe be the B double O - T - C - A -M - P ( X3 )\nI'm caught up in a zone of my own, I rome\nRun my fingers through my hair and give air to my stoned dome\nAnd analyse, who to tear through, I dare you\nDevils that try to ban me that dare would be bare proof\nWho's he? stalking the streets when there's no life\nEyes glow like tiko night glows, we's in flight\nBut it don't glow like, wack, the glow's phat\nAnd it be the only glow that lemme know where a true warrior be at\nOGC, Gunn Clappa, number 2\nLouieville, do he ill, snap in half your crew\nBack, smack, a few of you till your ears ring\nDuke I smack 'em with the bat. Why?\nSo my hands don't sting\nI bring rec in this game, and don't shit change\nI inflicts pain like a stressed brain having a migraine\nHeads talk trash, walk in paths like anorexic\nPatients, laced up, overdosed in the exits\nAnd see, hears, these dumb, blind rappers\nWho don't know the meaning of the Originoo Gunn Clappaz\nMany phrases, many ways you can explain this\nPut on some rough, tough shit, huh, I'll make you famous\nSo, step don't stare, dare cross this path beware\nRepresentativz and foul play out the rear (out the rear)\nCHORUS:\nWe see in the dark like an owl\nDaytime's used to plot schemes for the night prowl\nOut to eliminate those who live foul\nDaytime's used to plot schemes for the night prowl\nCreep stalking, we, coughing\nBurgling, make me wonder why I'm not sleep walking\nPeeps talking, I hear 'em as I walk by, but they all die\nI'm fortified with the 45\nFuck it! Let me proceed with the mission\nNo need for intermission, I need trees in my system\nCut down through mart, then I head for brisk in park\nWith my P 'n' C, for some yard to spark\nNo need to get hyper, I see, C, Cypher\nPower on the corner fucking with my niggas, every hour\nI devour, niggas who wanna test me and defy me\nIt might be Giuliani or the illuminati\nBut I be, writing plans of attack in my journal\nSo, Ruck, Rock, Ville Sluggah remains nocturnal\nSeeing through sheisty shit, shining like I'm solar\nPenetrate through darkness bounce like I'm sonar\nCHORUS:\nWe been found less an organised ways to buckwild\nDaytime's used to plot schemes for the night prowl\nSpread the word, 29 million square miles\nDaytime's used to plot schemes for the night prowl\nOne clik, stomping on the path, that's so hard\nAin't no smiling, we up against the odds like Phil Collins\nMeanwhile, I still be wilding, but only smarter (what?)\nPeep me the irrational and the quiet riot starter\nPardon this, I see you're not the sharpest pencil in the box\nNo where near a match, you get smashed by a Rock\nI done seen 3 dollar bills and you faker\nAnd you wonder why I hate ya\nA snake'll get snatched by his tail, slammed on his head\nGive me some panda thread (??) the cobra command the dead\nBan the red\nW - hypen B - U Recognise! Heltah Skeltah digs them and not you\nOUTRO:\nDamn, ?? trials\nDaytime's used to plot schemes for the night prowl\nWe live nocturnal in the ninety-now\nDaytime's used to plot schemes for the night prowl\nIn the concretes streets of Bucktown\nDaytime's used to plot schemes for the night prowl\nDon't let your name show up next on my foul (file)\nDaytime's used to plot schemes for the night prowl","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Prowl\n  artist: Heltah Skeltah\n  album: Nocturnal\n  duration_ms: 253000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Who we be?\n  We be the B double O - T - C - A -M - P ( X3 )\n  I'm caught up in a zone of my own, I rome\n  Run my fingers through my hair and give air to my stoned dome\n  And analyse, who to tear through, I dare you\n  Devils that try to ban me that dare would be bare proof\n  Who's he? stalking the streets when there's no life\n  Eyes glow like tiko night glows, we's in flight\n  But it don't glow like, wack, the glow's phat\n  And it be the only glow that lemme know where a true warrior be at\n  OGC, Gunn Clappa, number 2\n  Louieville, do he ill, snap in half your crew\n  Back, smack, a few of you till your ears ring\n  Duke I smack 'em with the bat. Why?\n  So my hands don't sting\n  I bring rec in this game, and don't shit change\n  I inflicts pain like a stressed brain having a migraine\n  Heads talk trash, walk in paths like anorexic\n  Patients, laced up, overdosed in the exits\n  And see, hears, these dumb, blind rappers\n  Who don't know the meaning of the Originoo Gunn Clappaz\n  Many phrases, many ways you can explain this\n  Put on some rough, tough shit, huh, I'll make you famous\n  So, step don't stare, dare cross this path beware\n  Representativz and foul play out the rear (out the rear)\n  CHORUS:\n  We see in the dark like an owl\n  Daytime's used to plot schemes for the night prowl\n  Out to eliminate those who live foul\n  Daytime's used to plot schemes for the night prowl\n  Creep stalking, we, coughing\n  Burgling, make me wonder why I'm not sleep walking\n  Peeps talking, I hear 'em as I walk by, but they all die\n  I'm fortified with the 45\n  Fuck it! Let me proceed with the mission\n  No need for intermission, I need trees in my system\n  Cut down through mart, then I head for brisk in park\n  With my P 'n' C, for some yard to spark\n  No need to get hyper, I see, C, Cypher\n  Power on the corner fucking with my niggas, every hour\n  I devour, niggas who wanna test me and defy me\n  It might be Giuliani or the illuminati\n  But I be, writing plans of attack in my journal\n  So, Ruck, Rock, Ville Sluggah remains nocturnal\n  Seeing through sheisty shit, shining like I'm solar\n  Penetrate through darkness bounce like I'm sonar\n  CHORUS:\n  We been found less an organised ways to buckwild\n  Daytime's used to plot schemes for the night prowl\n  Spread the word, 29 million square miles\n  Daytime's used to plot schemes for the night prowl\n  One clik, stomping on the path, that's so hard\n  Ain't no smiling, we up against the odds like Phil Collins\n  Meanwhile, I still be wilding, but only smarter (what?)\n  Peep me the irrational and the quiet riot starter\n  Pardon this, I see you're not the sharpest pencil in the box\n  No where near a match, you get smashed by a Rock\n  I done seen 3 dollar bills and you faker\n  And you wonder why I hate ya\n  A snake'll get snatched by his tail, slammed on his head\n  Give me some panda thread (??) the cobra command the dead\n  Ban the red\n  W - hypen B - U Recognise! Heltah Skeltah digs them and not you\n  OUTRO:\n  Damn, ?? trials\n  Daytime's used to plot schemes for the night prowl\n  We live nocturnal in the ninety-now\n  Daytime's used to plot schemes for the night prowl\n  In the concretes streets of Bucktown\n  Daytime's used to plot schemes for the night prowl\n  Don't let your name show up next on my foul (file)\n  Daytime's used to plot schemes for the night prowl\n"},{"id":17071121,"name":"Prowl feat. Louieville Sluggah","trackName":"Prowl feat. Louieville Sluggah","artistName":"Heltah Skeltah","albumName":"Nocturnal","duration":253.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Who we be?\nWe be the B double O - T - C - A -M - P I'm caught up in a zone of my own, I rome\nRun my fingers through my hair and give air to my stoned dome\nAnd analyse, who to tear through, I dare you\nDevils that try to ban me that dare would be bare proof\nWho's he? stalking the streets when there's no life\nEyes glow like tiko night glows, we's in flight\nBut it don't glow like, wack, the glow's phat\nAnd it be the only glow that lemme know where a true warrior be at\n\nOGC, Gunn Clappa, number 2\nLouieville, do he ill, snap in half your crew\nBack, smack, a few of you till your ears ring\nDuke I smack 'em with the bat. Why?\nSo my hands don't sting\nI bring rec in this game, and don't shit change\nI inflicts pain like a stressed brain having a migraine\nHeads talk trash, walk in paths like anorexic\nPatients, laced up, overdosed in the exits\nAnd see, hears, these dumb, blind rappers\nWho don't know the meaning of the Originoo Gunn Clappaz\nMany phrases, many ways you can explain this\nPut on some rough, tough shit, huh, I'll make you famous\nSo, step don't stare, dare cross this path beware\nRepresentativz and foul play out the rear (out the rear)\n\nWe see in the dark like an owl\nDaytime's used to plot schemes for the night prowl\nOut to eliminate those who live foul\nDaytime's used to plot schemes for the night prowl\n\nCreep stalking, we, coughing\nBurgling, make me wonder why I'm not sleep walking\nPeeps talking, I hear 'em as I walk by, but they all die\nI'm fortified with the 45\nFuck it! Let me proceed with the mission\nNo need for intermission, I need trees in my system\nCut down through mart, then I head for brisk in park\nWith my P 'n' C, for some yard to spark\nNo need to get hyper, I see, C, Cypher\nPower on the corner fucking with my niggas, every hour\nI devour, niggas who wanna test me and defy me\nIt might be Giuliani or the illuminati\nBut I be, writing plans of attack in my journal\nSo, Ruck, Rock, Ville Sluggah remains nocturnal\nSeeing through sheisty shit, shining like I'm solar\nPenetrate through darkness bounce like I'm sonar\n\nWe been found less an organised ways to buckwild\nDaytime's used to plot schemes for the night prowl\nSpread the word, 29 million square miles\nDaytime's used to plot schemes for the night prowl\n\nOne clik, stomping on the path, that's so hard\nAin't no smiling, we up against the odds like Phil Collins\nMeanwhile, I still be wilding, but only smarter (what?)\nPeep me the irrational and the quiet riot starter\nPardon this, I see you're not the sharpest pencil in the box\nNo where near a match, you get smashed by a Rock\nI done seen 3 dollar bills and you faker\nAnd you wonder why I hate ya\nA snake'll get snatched by his tail, slammed on his head\nGive me some panda thread (??) the cobra command the dead\nBan the red\nW - hypen B - U Recognise! Heltah Skeltah digs them and not you\n\nDamn,?? trials\nDaytime's used to plot schemes for the night prowl\nWe live nocturnal in the ninety-now\nDaytime's used to plot schemes for the night prowl\nIn the concretes streets of Bucktown\nDaytime's used to plot schemes for the night prowl\nDon't let your name show up next on my foul (file)\nDaytime's used to plot schemes for the night prowl","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Prowl feat. Louieville Sluggah\n  artist: Heltah Skeltah\n  album: Nocturnal\n  duration_ms: 253000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Who we be?\n  We be the B double O - T - C - A -M - P I'm caught up in a zone of my own, I rome\n  Run my fingers through my hair and give air to my stoned dome\n  And analyse, who to tear through, I dare you\n  Devils that try to ban me that dare would be bare proof\n  Who's he? stalking the streets when there's no life\n  Eyes glow like tiko night glows, we's in flight\n  But it don't glow like, wack, the glow's phat\n  And it be the only glow that lemme know where a true warrior be at\n\n  OGC, Gunn Clappa, number 2\n  Louieville, do he ill, snap in half your crew\n  Back, smack, a few of you till your ears ring\n  Duke I smack 'em with the bat. Why?\n  So my hands don't sting\n  I bring rec in this game, and don't shit change\n  I inflicts pain like a stressed brain having a migraine\n  Heads talk trash, walk in paths like anorexic\n  Patients, laced up, overdosed in the exits\n  And see, hears, these dumb, blind rappers\n  Who don't know the meaning of the Originoo Gunn Clappaz\n  Many phrases, many ways you can explain this\n  Put on some rough, tough shit, huh, I'll make you famous\n  So, step don't stare, dare cross this path beware\n  Representativz and foul play out the rear (out the rear)\n\n  We see in the dark like an owl\n  Daytime's used to plot schemes for the night prowl\n  Out to eliminate those who live foul\n  Daytime's used to plot schemes for the night prowl\n\n  Creep stalking, we, coughing\n  Burgling, make me wonder why I'm not sleep walking\n  Peeps talking, I hear 'em as I walk by, but they all die\n  I'm fortified with the 45\n  Fuck it! Let me proceed with the mission\n  No need for intermission, I need trees in my system\n  Cut down through mart, then I head for brisk in park\n  With my P 'n' C, for some yard to spark\n  No need to get hyper, I see, C, Cypher\n  Power on the corner fucking with my niggas, every hour\n  I devour, niggas who wanna test me and defy me\n  It might be Giuliani or the illuminati\n  But I be, writing plans of attack in my journal\n  So, Ruck, Rock, Ville Sluggah remains nocturnal\n  Seeing through sheisty shit, shining like I'm solar\n  Penetrate through darkness bounce like I'm sonar\n\n  We been found less an organised ways to buckwild\n  Daytime's used to plot schemes for the night prowl\n  Spread the word, 29 million square miles\n  Daytime's used to plot schemes for the night prowl\n\n  One clik, stomping on the path, that's so hard\n  Ain't no smiling, we up against the odds like Phil Collins\n  Meanwhile, I still be wilding, but only smarter (what?)\n  Peep me the irrational and the quiet riot starter\n  Pardon this, I see you're not the sharpest pencil in the box\n  No where near a match, you get smashed by a Rock\n  I done seen 3 dollar bills and you faker\n  And you wonder why I hate ya\n  A snake'll get snatched by his tail, slammed on his head\n  Give me some panda thread (??) the cobra command the dead\n  Ban the red\n  W - hypen B - U Recognise! Heltah Skeltah digs them and not you\n\n  Damn,?? trials\n  Daytime's used to plot schemes for the night prowl\n  We live nocturnal in the ninety-now\n  Daytime's used to plot schemes for the night prowl\n  In the concretes streets of Bucktown\n  Daytime's used to plot schemes for the night prowl\n  Don't let your name show up next on my foul (file)\n  Daytime's used to plot schemes for the night prowl\n"},{"id":460956,"name":"Prowl (feat. Louieville Slugga from O.G.C.)","trackName":"Prowl (feat. Louieville Slugga from O.G.C.)","artistName":"Heltah Skeltah","albumName":"Nocturnal","duration":253.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Who we be? We be the B double O-T-C-A-M-P\nWho we be? We be the B double O-T-C-A-M-P\nWho we be? We be the B double O-T-C-A-M-P\nWho we be? We be the B double O-T-C-A-M-P\n\nI'm caught up in a zone of my own, I rome\nRun my fingers through my hair and give air to my stoned dome\nAnd analyze, who to tear through, I dare you\nDevils that try to ban me that dare would be bare proof\n\nWho's he? Stalking the streets when there's no life\nEyes glow like tiko, night glows, we's in flight\nBut it don't glow like, wack, the glow's phat\nAnd it be the only glow that lemme know where a true warrior be at\n\nLike OGC, Gunn Clappa, number 2\nLouie ville, do he ill, snap in half your crew\nBack, smack, a few of you till your ears ring\nDuke I smack 'em with the bat, why? So my hands don't sting\n\nI bring rec in this game and don't shit change\nI inflicts pain like a stressed brain having a migraine\nHeads talk trash, walk in paths like anorexic\nPatients laced up, overdosed in the exits\n\nAnd see, hears, these dumb, that blind rappers\nWho don't know the meaning of the Originoo Gunn Clappaz\nMany phrases, many ways, you can explain it\nPut on some rough, tough shit, huh, I'll make you famous\nSo, step don't stare, dare cross this path beware\nRepresentativz and foul play got the rear\n\nWe see in the dark like an owl\nDaytime's used to plot schemes for the night prowl\nOut to eliminate those who live foul\nDaytime's used to plot schemes for the night prowl\n\nCreep stalking, we coughing, burgling and they make me wonder\nWhy I'm not sleep walking?\nPeeps talking, I hear 'em as I walk by but they all die\nI'm fortified with the 45\n\nFuck it, let me proceed with the mission\nNo need for intermission, I need trees in my system\nCut down through mart then I head to brisk in park\nWith my P 'n' C, for some yard to spark\n\nNo need to get hyper, I see, C, Cypher\nPower on the corner fucking with my niggas, every hour\nI devour, niggas who wanna test me and defy me\nIt might be Giuliani or the Illuminati\n\nBut I be writing plans of attack in my journal\nSo, Ruck, Rock, Ville Sluggah remains nocturnal\nSeeing through sheisty shit, shining like I'm solar\nPenetrate through darkness bounce like I'm sonar\n\nWe been found less an organized ways to buck wild\nDaytime's used to plot schemes for the night prowl\nSpread the word, 29 million square miles\nDaytime's used to plot schemes for the night prowl\n\nOne clik, stomping on the path that's so hard\nAin't no smiling, we up against the odds like Phil Collins\nMeanwhile, I still be in wilding but only smarter, what?\nPeep me the irrational and the quiet riot starter\n\nPardon this, I see you're not the sharpest pencil in the box\nNowhere near a match, you get smashed by a Rock\nI done seen 3 dollar bills and you faker\nAnd you wonder why I hate ya\n\nA snake'll get snatched by his tail, slammed on his head\nGive me some panther red, the cobra command the dead\nBan the red, W-hypen B-U recognize\nHeltah Skeltah digs them and not you\n\nDamn, woo-blue trials\nDaytime's used to plot schemes for the night prowl\nWe live nocturnal in the ninety-now\nDaytime's used to plot schemes for the night prowl\n\nIn the concrete streets of Buck town\nDaytime's used to plot schemes for the night prowl\nDon't let your name show up next on my file\nDaytime's used to plot schemes for the night prowl","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Prowl (feat. Louieville Slugga from O.G.C.)\n  artist: Heltah Skeltah\n  album: Nocturnal\n  duration_ms: 253000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Who we be? We be the B double O-T-C-A-M-P\n  Who we be? We be the B double O-T-C-A-M-P\n  Who we be? We be the B double O-T-C-A-M-P\n  Who we be? We be the B double O-T-C-A-M-P\n\n  I'm caught up in a zone of my own, I rome\n  Run my fingers through my hair and give air to my stoned dome\n  And analyze, who to tear through, I dare you\n  Devils that try to ban me that dare would be bare proof\n\n  Who's he? Stalking the streets when there's no life\n  Eyes glow like tiko, night glows, we's in flight\n  But it don't glow like, wack, the glow's phat\n  And it be the only glow that lemme know where a true warrior be at\n\n  Like OGC, Gunn Clappa, number 2\n  Louie ville, do he ill, snap in half your crew\n  Back, smack, a few of you till your ears ring\n  Duke I smack 'em with the bat, why? So my hands don't sting\n\n  I bring rec in this game and don't shit change\n  I inflicts pain like a stressed brain having a migraine\n  Heads talk trash, walk in paths like anorexic\n  Patients laced up, overdosed in the exits\n\n  And see, hears, these dumb, that blind rappers\n  Who don't know the meaning of the Originoo Gunn Clappaz\n  Many phrases, many ways, you can explain it\n  Put on some rough, tough shit, huh, I'll make you famous\n  So, step don't stare, dare cross this path beware\n  Representativz and foul play got the rear\n\n  We see in the dark like an owl\n  Daytime's used to plot schemes for the night prowl\n  Out to eliminate those who live foul\n  Daytime's used to plot schemes for the night prowl\n\n  Creep stalking, we coughing, burgling and they make me wonder\n  Why I'm not sleep walking?\n  Peeps talking, I hear 'em as I walk by but they all die\n  I'm fortified with the 45\n\n  Fuck it, let me proceed with the mission\n  No need for intermission, I need trees in my system\n  Cut down through mart then I head to brisk in park\n  With my P 'n' C, for some yard to spark\n\n  No need to get hyper, I see, C, Cypher\n  Power on the corner fucking with my niggas, every hour\n  I devour, niggas who wanna test me and defy me\n  It might be Giuliani or the Illuminati\n\n  But I be writing plans of attack in my journal\n  So, Ruck, Rock, Ville Sluggah remains nocturnal\n  Seeing through sheisty shit, shining like I'm solar\n  Penetrate through darkness bounce like I'm sonar\n\n  We been found less an organized ways to buck wild\n  Daytime's used to plot schemes for the night prowl\n  Spread the word, 29 million square miles\n  Daytime's used to plot schemes for the night prowl\n\n  One clik, stomping on the path that's so hard\n  Ain't no smiling, we up against the odds like Phil Collins\n  Meanwhile, I still be in wilding but only smarter, what?\n  Peep me the irrational and the quiet riot starter\n\n  Pardon this, I see you're not the sharpest pencil in the box\n  Nowhere near a match, you get smashed by a Rock\n  I done seen 3 dollar bills and you faker\n  And you wonder why I hate ya\n\n  A snake'll get snatched by his tail, slammed on his head\n  Give me some panther red, the cobra command the dead\n  Ban the red, W-hypen B-U recognize\n  Heltah Skeltah digs them and not you\n\n  Damn, woo-blue trials\n  Daytime's used to plot schemes for the night prowl\n  We live nocturnal in the ninety-now\n  Daytime's used to plot schemes for the night prowl\n\n  In the concrete streets of Buck town\n  Daytime's used to plot schemes for the night prowl\n  Don't let your name show up next on my file\n  Daytime's used to plot schemes for the night prowl\n"},{"id":460955,"name":"Prowl","trackName":"Prowl","artistName":"Heltah Skeltah feat. Louieville Sluggah","albumName":"Nocturnal","duration":253.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Who we be? We be the B double O-T-C-A-M-P\nWho we be? We be the B double O-T-C-A-M-P\nWho we be? We be the B double O-T-C-A-M-P\nWho we be? We be the B double O-T-C-A-M-P\n\nI'm caught up in a zone of my own, I rome\nRun my fingers through my hair and give air to my stoned dome\nAnd analyze, who to tear through, I dare you\nDevils that try to ban me that dare would be bare proof\n\nWho's he? Stalking the streets when there's no life\nEyes glow like tiko, night glows, we's in flight\nBut it don't glow like, wack, the glow's phat\nAnd it be the only glow that lemme know where a true warrior be at\n\nLike OGC, Gunn Clappa, number 2\nLouie ville, do he ill, snap in half your crew\nBack, smack, a few of you till your ears ring\nDuke I smack 'em with the bat, why? So my hands don't sting\n\nI bring rec in this game and don't shit change\nI inflicts pain like a stressed brain having a migraine\nHeads talk trash, walk in paths like anorexic\nPatients laced up, overdosed in the exits\n\nAnd see, hears, these dumb, that blind rappers\nWho don't know the meaning of the Originoo Gunn Clappaz\nMany phrases, many ways, you can explain it\nPut on some rough, tough shit, huh, I'll make you famous\nSo, step don't stare, dare cross this path beware\nRepresentativz and foul play got the rear\n\nWe see in the dark like an owl\nDaytime's used to plot schemes for the night prowl\nOut to eliminate those who live foul\nDaytime's used to plot schemes for the night prowl\n\nCreep stalking, we coughing, burgling and they make me wonder\nWhy I'm not sleep walking?\nPeeps talking, I hear 'em as I walk by but they all die\nI'm fortified with the 45\n\nFuck it, let me proceed with the mission\nNo need for intermission, I need trees in my system\nCut down through mart then I head to brisk in park\nWith my P 'n' C, for some yard to spark\n\nNo need to get hyper, I see, C, Cypher\nPower on the corner fucking with my niggas, every hour\nI devour, niggas who wanna test me and defy me\nIt might be Giuliani or the Illuminati\n\nBut I be writing plans of attack in my journal\nSo, Ruck, Rock, Ville Sluggah remains nocturnal\nSeeing through sheisty shit, shining like I'm solar\nPenetrate through darkness bounce like I'm sonar\n\nWe been found less an organized ways to buck wild\nDaytime's used to plot schemes for the night prowl\nSpread the word, 29 million square miles\nDaytime's used to plot schemes for the night prowl\n\nOne clik, stomping on the path that's so hard\nAin't no smiling, we up against the odds like Phil Collins\nMeanwhile, I still be in wilding but only smarter, what?\nPeep me the irrational and the quiet riot starter\n\nPardon this, I see you're not the sharpest pencil in the box\nNowhere near a match, you get smashed by a Rock\nI done seen 3 dollar bills and you faker\nAnd you wonder why I hate ya\n\nA snake'll get snatched by his tail, slammed on his head\nGive me some panther red, the cobra command the dead\nBan the red, W-hypen B-U recognize\nHeltah Skeltah digs them and not you\n\nDamn, woo-blue trials\nDaytime's used to plot schemes for the night prowl\nWe live nocturnal in the ninety-now\nDaytime's used to plot schemes for the night prowl\n\nIn the concrete streets of Buck town\nDaytime's used to plot schemes for the night prowl\nDon't let your name show up next on my file\nDaytime's used to plot schemes for the night prowl","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Prowl\n  artist: Heltah Skeltah feat. Louieville Sluggah\n  album: Nocturnal\n  duration_ms: 253000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Who we be? We be the B double O-T-C-A-M-P\n  Who we be? We be the B double O-T-C-A-M-P\n  Who we be? We be the B double O-T-C-A-M-P\n  Who we be? We be the B double O-T-C-A-M-P\n\n  I'm caught up in a zone of my own, I rome\n  Run my fingers through my hair and give air to my stoned dome\n  And analyze, who to tear through, I dare you\n  Devils that try to ban me that dare would be bare proof\n\n  Who's he? Stalking the streets when there's no life\n  Eyes glow like tiko, night glows, we's in flight\n  But it don't glow like, wack, the glow's phat\n  And it be the only glow that lemme know where a true warrior be at\n\n  Like OGC, Gunn Clappa, number 2\n  Louie ville, do he ill, snap in half your crew\n  Back, smack, a few of you till your ears ring\n  Duke I smack 'em with the bat, why? So my hands don't sting\n\n  I bring rec in this game and don't shit change\n  I inflicts pain like a stressed brain having a migraine\n  Heads talk trash, walk in paths like anorexic\n  Patients laced up, overdosed in the exits\n\n  And see, hears, these dumb, that blind rappers\n  Who don't know the meaning of the Originoo Gunn Clappaz\n  Many phrases, many ways, you can explain it\n  Put on some rough, tough shit, huh, I'll make you famous\n  So, step don't stare, dare cross this path beware\n  Representativz and foul play got the rear\n\n  We see in the dark like an owl\n  Daytime's used to plot schemes for the night prowl\n  Out to eliminate those who live foul\n  Daytime's used to plot schemes for the night prowl\n\n  Creep stalking, we coughing, burgling and they make me wonder\n  Why I'm not sleep walking?\n  Peeps talking, I hear 'em as I walk by but they all die\n  I'm fortified with the 45\n\n  Fuck it, let me proceed with the mission\n  No need for intermission, I need trees in my system\n  Cut down through mart then I head to brisk in park\n  With my P 'n' C, for some yard to spark\n\n  No need to get hyper, I see, C, Cypher\n  Power on the corner fucking with my niggas, every hour\n  I devour, niggas who wanna test me and defy me\n  It might be Giuliani or the Illuminati\n\n  But I be writing plans of attack in my journal\n  So, Ruck, Rock, Ville Sluggah remains nocturnal\n  Seeing through sheisty shit, shining like I'm solar\n  Penetrate through darkness bounce like I'm sonar\n\n  We been found less an organized ways to buck wild\n  Daytime's used to plot schemes for the night prowl\n  Spread the word, 29 million square miles\n  Daytime's used to plot schemes for the night prowl\n\n  One clik, stomping on the path that's so hard\n  Ain't no smiling, we up against the odds like Phil Collins\n  Meanwhile, I still be in wilding but only smarter, what?\n  Peep me the irrational and the quiet riot starter\n\n  Pardon this, I see you're not the sharpest pencil in the box\n  Nowhere near a match, you get smashed by a Rock\n  I done seen 3 dollar bills and you faker\n  And you wonder why I hate ya\n\n  A snake'll get snatched by his tail, slammed on his head\n  Give me some panther red, the cobra command the dead\n  Ban the red, W-hypen B-U recognize\n  Heltah Skeltah digs them and not you\n\n  Damn, woo-blue trials\n  Daytime's used to plot schemes for the night prowl\n  We live nocturnal in the ninety-now\n  Daytime's used to plot schemes for the night prowl\n\n  In the concrete streets of Buck town\n  Daytime's used to plot schemes for the night prowl\n  Don't let your name show up next on my file\n  Daytime's used to plot schemes for the night prowl\n"},{"id":14423486,"name":"Prowl","trackName":"Prowl","artistName":"Heltah Skeltah featuring Louieville Sluggah","albumName":"Nocturnal","duration":253.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Who we be?\nWe be the B double O - T - C - A -M - P I'm caught up in a zone of my own, I rome\nRun my fingers through my hair and give air to my stoned dome\nAnd analyse, who to tear through, I dare you\nDevils that try to ban me that dare would be bare proof\nWho's he? stalking the streets when there's no life\nEyes glow like tiko night glows, we's in flight\nBut it don't glow like, wack, the glow's phat\nAnd it be the only glow that lemme know where a true warrior be at\n\nOGC, Gunn Clappa, number 2\nLouieville, do he ill, snap in half your crew\nBack, smack, a few of you till your ears ring\nDuke I smack 'em with the bat. Why?\nSo my hands don't sting\nI bring rec in this game, and don't shit change\nI inflicts pain like a stressed brain having a migraine\nHeads talk trash, walk in paths like anorexic\nPatients, laced up, overdosed in the exits\nAnd see, hears, these dumb, blind rappers\nWho don't know the meaning of the Originoo Gunn Clappaz\nMany phrases, many ways you can explain this\nPut on some rough, tough shit, huh, I'll make you famous\nSo, step don't stare, dare cross this path beware\nRepresentativz and foul play out the rear (out the rear)\n\nWe see in the dark like an owl\nDaytime's used to plot schemes for the night prowl\nOut to eliminate those who live foul\nDaytime's used to plot schemes for the night prowl\n\nCreep stalking, we, coughing\nBurgling, make me wonder why I'm not sleep walking\nPeeps talking, I hear 'em as I walk by, but they all die\nI'm fortified with the 45\nFuck it! Let me proceed with the mission\nNo need for intermission, I need trees in my system\nCut down through mart, then I head for brisk in park\nWith my P 'n' C, for some yard to spark\nNo need to get hyper, I see, C, Cypher\nPower on the corner fucking with my niggas, every hour\nI devour, niggas who wanna test me and defy me\nIt might be Giuliani or the illuminati\nBut I be, writing plans of attack in my journal\nSo, Ruck, Rock, Ville Sluggah remains nocturnal\nSeeing through sheisty shit, shining like I'm solar\nPenetrate through darkness bounce like I'm sonar\n\nWe been found less an organised ways to buckwild\nDaytime's used to plot schemes for the night prowl\nSpread the word, 29 million square miles\nDaytime's used to plot schemes for the night prowl\n\nOne clik, stomping on the path, that's so hard\nAin't no smiling, we up against the odds like Phil Collins\nMeanwhile, I still be wilding, but only smarter (what?)\nPeep me the irrational and the quiet riot starter\nPardon this, I see you're not the sharpest pencil in the box\nNo where near a match, you get smashed by a Rock\nI done seen 3 dollar bills and you faker\nAnd you wonder why I hate ya\nA snake'll get snatched by his tail, slammed on his head\nGive me some panda thread (??) the cobra command the dead\nBan the red\nW - hypen B - U Recognise! Heltah Skeltah digs them and not you\n\nDamn,?? trials\nDaytime's used to plot schemes for the night prowl\nWe live nocturnal in the ninety-now\nDaytime's used to plot schemes for the night prowl\nIn the concretes streets of Bucktown\nDaytime's used to plot schemes for the night prowl\nDon't let your name show up next on my foul (file)\nDaytime's used to plot schemes for the night prowl","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Prowl\n  artist: Heltah Skeltah featuring Louieville Sluggah\n  album: Nocturnal\n  duration_ms: 253000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Who we be?\n  We be the B double O - T - C - A -M - P I'm caught up in a zone of my own, I rome\n  Run my fingers through my hair and give air to my stoned dome\n  And analyse, who to tear through, I dare you\n  Devils that try to ban me that dare would be bare proof\n  Who's he? stalking the streets when there's no life\n  Eyes glow like tiko night glows, we's in flight\n  But it don't glow like, wack, the glow's phat\n  And it be the only glow that lemme know where a true warrior be at\n\n  OGC, Gunn Clappa, number 2\n  Louieville, do he ill, snap in half your crew\n  Back, smack, a few of you till your ears ring\n  Duke I smack 'em with the bat. Why?\n  So my hands don't sting\n  I bring rec in this game, and don't shit change\n  I inflicts pain like a stressed brain having a migraine\n  Heads talk trash, walk in paths like anorexic\n  Patients, laced up, overdosed in the exits\n  And see, hears, these dumb, blind rappers\n  Who don't know the meaning of the Originoo Gunn Clappaz\n  Many phrases, many ways you can explain this\n  Put on some rough, tough shit, huh, I'll make you famous\n  So, step don't stare, dare cross this path beware\n  Representativz and foul play out the rear (out the rear)\n\n  We see in the dark like an owl\n  Daytime's used to plot schemes for the night prowl\n  Out to eliminate those who live foul\n  Daytime's used to plot schemes for the night prowl\n\n  Creep stalking, we, coughing\n  Burgling, make me wonder why I'm not sleep walking\n  Peeps talking, I hear 'em as I walk by, but they all die\n  I'm fortified with the 45\n  Fuck it! Let me proceed with the mission\n  No need for intermission, I need trees in my system\n  Cut down through mart, then I head for brisk in park\n  With my P 'n' C, for some yard to spark\n  No need to get hyper, I see, C, Cypher\n  Power on the corner fucking with my niggas, every hour\n  I devour, niggas who wanna test me and defy me\n  It might be Giuliani or the illuminati\n  But I be, writing plans of attack in my journal\n  So, Ruck, Rock, Ville Sluggah remains nocturnal\n  Seeing through sheisty shit, shining like I'm solar\n  Penetrate through darkness bounce like I'm sonar\n\n  We been found less an organised ways to buckwild\n  Daytime's used to plot schemes for the night prowl\n  Spread the word, 29 million square miles\n  Daytime's used to plot schemes for the night prowl\n\n  One clik, stomping on the path, that's so hard\n  Ain't no smiling, we up against the odds like Phil Collins\n  Meanwhile, I still be wilding, but only smarter (what?)\n  Peep me the irrational and the quiet riot starter\n  Pardon this, I see you're not the sharpest pencil in the box\n  No where near a match, you get smashed by a Rock\n  I done seen 3 dollar bills and you faker\n  And you wonder why I hate ya\n  A snake'll get snatched by his tail, slammed on his head\n  Give me some panda thread (??) the cobra command the dead\n  Ban the red\n  W - hypen B - U Recognise! Heltah Skeltah digs them and not you\n\n  Damn,?? trials\n  Daytime's used to plot schemes for the night prowl\n  We live nocturnal in the ninety-now\n  Daytime's used to plot schemes for the night prowl\n  In the concretes streets of Bucktown\n  Daytime's used to plot schemes for the night prowl\n  Don't let your name show up next on my foul (file)\n  Daytime's used to plot schemes for the night prowl\n"},{"id":11559137,"name":"Prowl","trackName":"Prowl","artistName":"Heltah Skeltah featuring Louieville Sluggah from O.G.C.","albumName":"Nocturnal","duration":253.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Who we be?\nWe be the B double O - T - C - A -M - P I'm caught up in a zone of my own, I rome\nRun my fingers through my hair and give air to my stoned dome\nAnd analyse, who to tear through, I dare you\nDevils that try to ban me that dare would be bare proof\nWho's he? stalking the streets when there's no life\nEyes glow like tiko night glows, we's in flight\nBut it don't glow like, wack, the glow's phat\nAnd it be the only glow that lemme know where a true warrior be at\n\nOGC, Gunn Clappa, number 2\nLouieville, do he ill, snap in half your crew\nBack, smack, a few of you till your ears ring\nDuke I smack 'em with the bat. Why?\nSo my hands don't sting\nI bring rec in this game, and don't shit change\nI inflicts pain like a stressed brain having a migraine\nHeads talk trash, walk in paths like anorexic\nPatients, laced up, overdosed in the exits\nAnd see, hears, these dumb, blind rappers\nWho don't know the meaning of the Originoo Gunn Clappaz\nMany phrases, many ways you can explain this\nPut on some rough, tough shit, huh, I'll make you famous\nSo, step don't stare, dare cross this path beware\nRepresentativz and foul play out the rear (out the rear)\n\nWe see in the dark like an owl\nDaytime's used to plot schemes for the night prowl\nOut to eliminate those who live foul\nDaytime's used to plot schemes for the night prowl\n\nCreep stalking, we, coughing\nBurgling, make me wonder why I'm not sleep walking\nPeeps talking, I hear 'em as I walk by, but they all die\nI'm fortified with the 45\nFuck it! Let me proceed with the mission\nNo need for intermission, I need trees in my system\nCut down through mart, then I head for brisk in park\nWith my P 'n' C, for some yard to spark\nNo need to get hyper, I see, C, Cypher\nPower on the corner fucking with my niggas, every hour\nI devour, niggas who wanna test me and defy me\nIt might be Giuliani or the illuminati\nBut I be, writing plans of attack in my journal\nSo, Ruck, Rock, Ville Sluggah remains nocturnal\nSeeing through sheisty shit, shining like I'm solar\nPenetrate through darkness bounce like I'm sonar\n\nWe been found less an organised ways to buckwild\nDaytime's used to plot schemes for the night prowl\nSpread the word, 29 million square miles\nDaytime's used to plot schemes for the night prowl\n\nOne clik, stomping on the path, that's so hard\nAin't no smiling, we up against the odds like Phil Collins\nMeanwhile, I still be wilding, but only smarter (what?)\nPeep me the irrational and the quiet riot starter\nPardon this, I see you're not the sharpest pencil in the box\nNo where near a match, you get smashed by a Rock\nI done seen 3 dollar bills and you faker\nAnd you wonder why I hate ya\nA snake'll get snatched by his tail, slammed on his head\nGive me some panda thread (??) the cobra command the dead\nBan the red\nW - hypen B - U Recognise! Heltah Skeltah digs them and not you\n\nDamn,?? trials\nDaytime's used to plot schemes for the night prowl\nWe live nocturnal in the ninety-now\nDaytime's used to plot schemes for the night prowl\nIn the concretes streets of Bucktown\nDaytime's used to plot schemes for the night prowl\nDon't let your name show up next on my foul (file)\nDaytime's used to plot schemes for the night prowl","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Prowl\n  artist: Heltah Skeltah featuring Louieville Sluggah from O.G.C.\n  album: Nocturnal\n  duration_ms: 253000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Who we be?\n  We be the B double O - T - C - A -M - P I'm caught up in a zone of my own, I rome\n  Run my fingers through my hair and give air to my stoned dome\n  And analyse, who to tear through, I dare you\n  Devils that try to ban me that dare would be bare proof\n  Who's he? stalking the streets when there's no life\n  Eyes glow like tiko night glows, we's in flight\n  But it don't glow like, wack, the glow's phat\n  And it be the only glow that lemme know where a true warrior be at\n\n  OGC, Gunn Clappa, number 2\n  Louieville, do he ill, snap in half your crew\n  Back, smack, a few of you till your ears ring\n  Duke I smack 'em with the bat. Why?\n  So my hands don't sting\n  I bring rec in this game, and don't shit change\n  I inflicts pain like a stressed brain having a migraine\n  Heads talk trash, walk in paths like anorexic\n  Patients, laced up, overdosed in the exits\n  And see, hears, these dumb, blind rappers\n  Who don't know the meaning of the Originoo Gunn Clappaz\n  Many phrases, many ways you can explain this\n  Put on some rough, tough shit, huh, I'll make you famous\n  So, step don't stare, dare cross this path beware\n  Representativz and foul play out the rear (out the rear)\n\n  We see in the dark like an owl\n  Daytime's used to plot schemes for the night prowl\n  Out to eliminate those who live foul\n  Daytime's used to plot schemes for the night prowl\n\n  Creep stalking, we, coughing\n  Burgling, make me wonder why I'm not sleep walking\n  Peeps talking, I hear 'em as I walk by, but they all die\n  I'm fortified with the 45\n  Fuck it! Let me proceed with the mission\n  No need for intermission, I need trees in my system\n  Cut down through mart, then I head for brisk in park\n  With my P 'n' C, for some yard to spark\n  No need to get hyper, I see, C, Cypher\n  Power on the corner fucking with my niggas, every hour\n  I devour, niggas who wanna test me and defy me\n  It might be Giuliani or the illuminati\n  But I be, writing plans of attack in my journal\n  So, Ruck, Rock, Ville Sluggah remains nocturnal\n  Seeing through sheisty shit, shining like I'm solar\n  Penetrate through darkness bounce like I'm sonar\n\n  We been found less an organised ways to buckwild\n  Daytime's used to plot schemes for the night prowl\n  Spread the word, 29 million square miles\n  Daytime's used to plot schemes for the night prowl\n\n  One clik, stomping on the path, that's so hard\n  Ain't no smiling, we up against the odds like Phil Collins\n  Meanwhile, I still be wilding, but only smarter (what?)\n  Peep me the irrational and the quiet riot starter\n  Pardon this, I see you're not the sharpest pencil in the box\n  No where near a match, you get smashed by a Rock\n  I done seen 3 dollar bills and you faker\n  And you wonder why I hate ya\n  A snake'll get snatched by his tail, slammed on his head\n  Give me some panda thread (??) the cobra command the dead\n  Ban the red\n  W - hypen B - U Recognise! Heltah Skeltah digs them and not you\n\n  Damn,?? trials\n  Daytime's used to plot schemes for the night prowl\n  We live nocturnal in the ninety-now\n  Daytime's used to plot schemes for the night prowl\n  In the concretes streets of Bucktown\n  Daytime's used to plot schemes for the night prowl\n  Don't let your name show up next on my foul (file)\n  Daytime's used to plot schemes for the night prowl\n"}]