[{"id":14563395,"name":"Ruck N Roll","trackName":"Ruck N Roll","artistName":"Heltah Skeltah","albumName":"D.I.R.T","duration":234.109388,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"\"Good night Idaho! You were great, we love you! \"\n\"This last song, is for you! \"\n\n[Rock (Sean Price):]\nIt's Da Incredible amazing\nUnbelievable, yet mad basic, you caught in a matrix\n(David Blaine, Criss Angel, The Mind Freak\nI wave and bang, ya shit dangle, the mind leak\nAnd ain't a thing for the gang to bang heaters\nI keep my hands clean, bitch, call me the gang leader)\nShit you can call me commander in chief, when chiefing that damn reefer\nAnd have me thinking in another language I can't teach ya\nWriting rhymes when I'm around of ya mans sneakers\nHave you appauled, saying it's ya ghost or ya damn preacher, but look\n(Lord have mercy, Jesus Price, P!)\nI'm Sephlo Dollar, he's just nice, huh!\n(Listen, Hallelujah, holla back\nHollow points leave ya head just like that Sleepy Hollow cat\nI will Amadu, in armored Starter cap\nP, the ambiance of a homicidal maniac, P!)\n\n\"Asia, Africa, Tokyo, we love you! \"\n\"Heltah Skeltah, baby, Ruck N fucking Roll\"\n\n[Rock (Sean Price):]\nThere's a method to this madness\nFirst of all I'm anti wack shit\nSecond to flow, gon' do backflips, acrobatics\nRoller coaster flow, rope-a-dope you hoes\nPunchlines either open up or broke ya fucking nose\n(Cosa Nostra flow, toasted from the shoulder holster blow, BONG!\nWet 'em dead a head a nigga let them niggas know)\nI 'poke a nose' with a icepick, fuck the 'Resort'\nResort to violence, and not them little fucking guitars\n(Fucking with R) R-O (U, C) C (K) K, to ya face\n(Insert the clip, pop and spray\nThis is not hip hop hooray\nThis is push rocks a block away from the spot, cause it's hot, ok?\nListen, Sean Price move belittle your squad\nLike Omar, worse than Little Canard, muthafucka)\nHuh, I ain't no Jim Carrey Riddler, dog\nBut I carry a gem star, I will give it to ya\nSplit 'em in four, suckas\n\n\"Denmark, Amsterdarm, Oslo, we love you! \"\n\"You fucking guys, rock, man, Ruck N fucking Roll\"\n\"You were awesome, you guys have a great night\"\n\n[Rock (Sean Price):]\nPsycho, but like no, bitch ass niggas\nTalking bout they such and such, but when I see 'em in the streets, what?\n(You cannot rhyme, rhyme, you should not rhyme, rhyme\nYour squad wack, contracts you should not sign\nCurtis Jack' got clapped about nine times\nMurdered cats with a gat, you got nine lives\nI got nine knives, I got ten macks\nMack 10's, clap them, where ya friends at?)\nHold on, if I said ya name, it's probably not an attack\nProbably not, but it's probably a fact, probably\nYou probably wack, probably crack, probably is that yo shit\nRhyme with raps, plus I can do that\nDie to you fags, now you say that I'm gay bashing\nAin't talking to them, I'm talking to you, when I scream faggots\nYou lame asses, gon' hate and bring glad to this\nIn more ways than one, ain't that a bitch?\n\n\"Good night folks, it was great rocking with you guys\"\n\"See Note and Frunkberg in the back of the merch table\"\n\"We have T-Shirts, CDs, DVDs, distilled hot dog water, good night folks! \"","syncedLyrics":"[00:04.48] \"Good night Idaho! You were great, we love you! \"\n[00:15.88] \"This last song, is for you! \"\n[00:20.10] [Rock (Sean Price):]\n[00:20.43] It's Da Incredible amazing\n[00:22.77] Unbelievable, yet mad basic, you caught in a matrix\n[00:25.76] (David Blaine, Criss Angel, The Mind Freak\n[00:27.76] I wave and bang, ya shit dangle, the mind leak\n[00:30.81] And ain't a thing for the gang to bang heaters\n[00:33.94] I keep my hands clean, bitch, call me the gang leader)\n[00:36.43] Shit you can call me commander in chief, when chiefing that damn reefer\n[00:39.57] And have me thinking in another language I can't teach ya\n[00:43.51] Writing rhymes when I'm around of ya mans sneakers\n[00:46.45] Have you appauled, saying it's ya ghost or ya damn preacher, but look\n[00:49.08] (Lord have mercy, Jesus Price, P!)\n[00:51.63] I'm Sephlo Dollar, he's just nice, huh!\n[00:55.29] (Listen, Hallelujah, holla back\n[00:57.95] Hollow points leave ya head just like that Sleepy Hollow cat\n[01:01.36] I will Amadu, in armored Starter cap\n[01:03.81] P, the ambiance of a homicidal maniac, P!)\n[01:07.08] \"Asia, Africa, Tokyo, we love you! \"\n[01:18.37] \"Heltah Skeltah, baby, Ruck N fucking Roll\"\n[01:23.89] [Rock (Sean Price):]\n[01:24.61] There's a method to this madness\n[01:26.50] First of all I'm anti wack shit\n[01:27.72] Second to flow, gon' do backflips, acrobatics\n[01:30.39] Roller coaster flow, rope-a-dope you hoes\n[01:33.06] Punchlines either open up or broke ya fucking nose\n[01:35.92] (Cosa Nostra flow, toasted from the shoulder holster blow, BONG!\n[01:39.43] Wet 'em dead a head a nigga let them niggas know)\n[01:42.05] I 'poke a nose' with a icepick, fuck the 'Resort'\n[01:44.30] Resort to violence, and not them little fucking guitars\n[01:47.31] (Fucking with R) R-O (U, C) C (K) K, to ya face\n[01:51.14] (Insert the clip, pop and spray\n[01:53.30] This is not hip hop hooray\n[01:55.54] This is push rocks a block away from the spot, cause it's hot, ok?\n[01:59.02] Listen, Sean Price move belittle your squad\n[02:01.57] Like Omar, worse than Little Canard, muthafucka)\n[02:05.31] Huh, I ain't no Jim Carrey Riddler, dog\n[02:08.14] But I carry a gem star, I will give it to ya\n[02:10.92] Split 'em in four, suckas\n[02:13.23] \"Denmark, Amsterdarm, Oslo, we love you! \"\n[02:20.21] \"You fucking guys, rock, man, Ruck N fucking Roll\"\n[02:24.74] \"You were awesome, you guys have a great night\"\n[02:27.98] [Rock (Sean Price):]\n[02:28.30] Psycho, but like no, bitch ass niggas\n[02:31.48] Talking bout they such and such, but when I see 'em in the streets, what?\n[02:34.68] (You cannot rhyme, rhyme, you should not rhyme, rhyme\n[02:38.45] Your squad wack, contracts you should not sign\n[02:40.54] Curtis Jack' got clapped about nine times\n[02:43.59] Murdered cats with a gat, you got nine lives\n[02:46.64] I got nine knives, I got ten macks\n[02:49.71] Mack 10's, clap them, where ya friends at?)\n[02:52.79] Hold on, if I said ya name, it's probably not an attack\n[02:55.05] Probably not, but it's probably a fact, probably\n[02:58.12] You probably wack, probably crack, probably is that yo shit\n[03:01.72] Rhyme with raps, plus I can do that\n[03:04.44] Die to you fags, now you say that I'm gay bashing\n[03:07.28] Ain't talking to them, I'm talking to you, when I scream faggots\n[03:09.84] You lame asses, gon' hate and bring glad to this\n[03:13.28] In more ways than one, ain't that a bitch?\n[03:16.44] \"Good night folks, it was great rocking with you guys\"\n[03:23.14] \"See Note and Frunkberg in the back of the merch table\"\n[03:27.29] \"We have T-Shirts, CDs, DVDs, distilled hot dog water, good night folks! \"\n[03:34.69] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Ruck N Roll\n artist: Heltah Skeltah\n album: D.I.R.T\n duration_ms: 234109\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: '\"Good night Idaho! You were great, we love you! \"'\n start_ms: 4480\n end_ms: 15880\n- text: '\"This last song, is for you! \"'\n start_ms: 15880\n end_ms: 20100\n- text: '[Rock (Sean Price):]'\n start_ms: 20100\n end_ms: 20430\n- text: It's Da Incredible amazing\n start_ms: 20430\n end_ms: 22770\n- text: Unbelievable, yet mad basic, you caught in a matrix\n start_ms: 22770\n end_ms: 25760\n- text: (David Blaine, Criss Angel, The Mind Freak\n start_ms: 25760\n end_ms: 27760\n- text: I wave and bang, ya shit dangle, the mind leak\n start_ms: 27760\n end_ms: 30810\n- text: And ain't a thing for the gang to bang heaters\n start_ms: 30810\n end_ms: 33940\n- text: I keep my hands clean, bitch, call me the gang leader)\n start_ms: 33940\n end_ms: 36430\n- text: Shit you can call me commander in chief, when chiefing that damn reefer\n start_ms: 36430\n end_ms: 39570\n- text: And have me thinking in another language I can't teach ya\n start_ms: 39570\n end_ms: 43510\n- text: Writing rhymes when I'm around of ya mans sneakers\n start_ms: 43510\n end_ms: 46450\n- text: Have you appauled, saying it's ya ghost or ya damn preacher, but look\n start_ms: 46450\n end_ms: 49080\n- text: (Lord have mercy, Jesus Price, P!)\n start_ms: 49080\n end_ms: 51630\n- text: I'm Sephlo Dollar, he's just nice, huh!\n start_ms: 51630\n end_ms: 55290\n- text: (Listen, Hallelujah, holla back\n start_ms: 55290\n end_ms: 57950\n- text: Hollow points leave ya head just like that Sleepy Hollow cat\n start_ms: 57950\n end_ms: 61360\n- text: I will Amadu, in armored Starter cap\n start_ms: 61360\n end_ms: 63810\n- text: P, the ambiance of a homicidal maniac, P!)\n start_ms: 63810\n end_ms: 67080\n- text: '\"Asia, Africa, Tokyo, we love you! 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You were great, we love you! \"\n \"This last song, is for you! \"\n\n [Rock (Sean Price):]\n It's Da Incredible amazing\n Unbelievable, yet mad basic, you caught in a matrix\n (David Blaine, Criss Angel, The Mind Freak\n I wave and bang, ya shit dangle, the mind leak\n And ain't a thing for the gang to bang heaters\n I keep my hands clean, bitch, call me the gang leader)\n Shit you can call me commander in chief, when chiefing that damn reefer\n And have me thinking in another language I can't teach ya\n Writing rhymes when I'm around of ya mans sneakers\n Have you appauled, saying it's ya ghost or ya damn preacher, but look\n (Lord have mercy, Jesus Price, P!)\n I'm Sephlo Dollar, he's just nice, huh!\n (Listen, Hallelujah, holla back\n Hollow points leave ya head just like that Sleepy Hollow cat\n I will Amadu, in armored Starter cap\n P, the ambiance of a homicidal maniac, P!)\n\n \"Asia, Africa, Tokyo, we love you! \"\n \"Heltah Skeltah, baby, Ruck N fucking Roll\"\n\n [Rock (Sean Price):]\n There's a method to this madness\n First of all I'm anti wack shit\n Second to flow, gon' do backflips, acrobatics\n Roller coaster flow, rope-a-dope you hoes\n Punchlines either open up or broke ya fucking nose\n (Cosa Nostra flow, toasted from the shoulder holster blow, BONG!\n Wet 'em dead a head a nigga let them niggas know)\n I 'poke a nose' with a icepick, fuck the 'Resort'\n Resort to violence, and not them little fucking guitars\n (Fucking with R) R-O (U, C) C (K) K, to ya face\n (Insert the clip, pop and spray\n This is not hip hop hooray\n This is push rocks a block away from the spot, cause it's hot, ok?\n Listen, Sean Price move belittle your squad\n Like Omar, worse than Little Canard, muthafucka)\n Huh, I ain't no Jim Carrey Riddler, dog\n But I carry a gem star, I will give it to ya\n Split 'em in four, suckas\n\n \"Denmark, Amsterdarm, Oslo, we love you! \"\n \"You fucking guys, rock, man, Ruck N fucking Roll\"\n \"You were awesome, you guys have a great night\"\n\n [Rock (Sean Price):]\n Psycho, but like no, bitch ass niggas\n Talking bout they such and such, but when I see 'em in the streets, what?\n (You cannot rhyme, rhyme, you should not rhyme, rhyme\n Your squad wack, contracts you should not sign\n Curtis Jack' got clapped about nine times\n Murdered cats with a gat, you got nine lives\n I got nine knives, I got ten macks\n Mack 10's, clap them, where ya friends at?)\n Hold on, if I said ya name, it's probably not an attack\n Probably not, but it's probably a fact, probably\n You probably wack, probably crack, probably is that yo shit\n Rhyme with raps, plus I can do that\n Die to you fags, now you say that I'm gay bashing\n Ain't talking to them, I'm talking to you, when I scream faggots\n You lame asses, gon' hate and bring glad to this\n In more ways than one, ain't that a bitch?\n\n \"Good night folks, it was great rocking with you guys\"\n \"See Note and Frunkberg in the back of the merch table\"\n \"We have T-Shirts, CDs, DVDs, distilled hot dog water, good night folks! \"\n"},{"id":11559458,"name":"Ruck n Roll","trackName":"Ruck n Roll","artistName":"Heltah Skeltah","albumName":"D.I.R.T. 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You were great, we love you! \"\n\"This last song, is for you! \"\n\n[Rock (Sean Price):]\nIt's Da Incredible amazing\nUnbelievable, yet mad basic, you caught in a matrix\n(David Blaine, Criss Angel, The Mind Freak\nI wave and bang, ya shit dangle, the mind leak\nAnd ain't a thing for the gang to bang heaters\nI keep my hands clean, bitch, call me the gang leader)\nShit you can call me commander in chief, when chiefing that damn reefer\nAnd have me thinking in another language I can't teach ya\nWriting rhymes when I'm around of ya mans sneakers\nHave you appauled, saying it's ya ghost or ya damn preacher, but look\n(Lord have mercy, Jesus Price, P!)\nI'm Sephlo Dollar, he's just nice, huh!\n(Listen, Hallelujah, holla back\nHollow points leave ya head just like that Sleepy Hollow cat\nI will Amadu, in armored Starter cap\nP, the ambiance of a homicidal maniac, P!)\n\n\"Asia, Africa, Tokyo, we love you! \"\n\"Heltah Skeltah, baby, Ruck N fucking Roll\"\n\n[Rock (Sean Price):]\nThere's a method to this madness\nFirst of all I'm anti wack shit\nSecond to flow, gon' do backflips, acrobatics\nRoller coaster flow, rope-a-dope you hoes\nPunchlines either open up or broke ya fucking nose\n(Cosa Nostra flow, toasted from the shoulder holster blow, BONG!\nWet 'em dead a head a nigga let them niggas know)\nI 'poke a nose' with a icepick, fuck the 'Resort'\nResort to violence, and not them little fucking guitars\n(Fucking with R) R-O (U, C) C (K) K, to ya face\n(Insert the clip, pop and spray\nThis is not hip hop hooray\nThis is push rocks a block away from the spot, cause it's hot, ok?\nListen, Sean Price move belittle your squad\nLike Omar, worse than Little Canard, muthafucka)\nHuh, I ain't no Jim Carrey Riddler, dog\nBut I carry a gem star, I will give it to ya\nSplit 'em in four, suckas\n\n\"Denmark, Amsterdarm, Oslo, we love you! \"\n\"You fucking guys, rock, man, Ruck N fucking Roll\"\n\"You were awesome, you guys have a great night\"\n\n[Rock (Sean Price):]\nPsycho, but like no, bitch ass niggas\nTalking bout they such and such, but when I see 'em in the streets, what?\n(You cannot rhyme, rhyme, you should not rhyme, rhyme\nYour squad wack, contracts you should not sign\nCurtis Jack' got clapped about nine times\nMurdered cats with a gat, you got nine lives\nI got nine knives, I got ten macks\nMack 10's, clap them, where ya friends at?)\nHold on, if I said ya name, it's probably not an attack\nProbably not, but it's probably a fact, probably\nYou probably wack, probably crack, probably is that yo shit\nRhyme with raps, plus I can do that\nDie to you fags, now you say that I'm gay bashing\nAin't talking to them, I'm talking to you, when I scream faggots\nYou lame asses, gon' hate and bring glad to this\nIn more ways than one, ain't that a bitch?\n\n\"Good night folks, it was great rocking with you guys\"\n\"See Note and Frunkberg in the back of the merch table\"\n\"We have T-Shirts, CDs, DVDs, distilled hot dog water, good night folks! \"","syncedLyrics":"[00:04.48] \"Good night Idaho! You were great, we love you! \"\n[00:15.88] \"This last song, is for you! \"\n[00:20.10] [Rock (Sean Price):]\n[00:20.43] It's Da Incredible amazing\n[00:22.77] Unbelievable, yet mad basic, you caught in a matrix\n[00:25.76] (David Blaine, Criss Angel, The Mind Freak\n[00:27.76] I wave and bang, ya shit dangle, the mind leak\n[00:30.81] And ain't a thing for the gang to bang heaters\n[00:33.94] I keep my hands clean, bitch, call me the gang leader)\n[00:36.43] Shit you can call me commander in chief, when chiefing that damn reefer\n[00:39.57] And have me thinking in another language I can't teach ya\n[00:43.51] Writing rhymes when I'm around of ya mans sneakers\n[00:46.45] Have you appauled, saying it's ya ghost or ya damn preacher, but look\n[00:49.08] (Lord have mercy, Jesus Price, P!)\n[00:51.63] I'm Sephlo Dollar, he's just nice, huh!\n[00:55.29] (Listen, Hallelujah, holla back\n[00:57.95] Hollow points leave ya head just like that Sleepy Hollow cat\n[01:01.36] I will Amadu, in armored Starter cap\n[01:03.81] P, the ambiance of a homicidal maniac, P!)\n[01:07.08] \"Asia, Africa, Tokyo, we love you! \"\n[01:18.37] \"Heltah Skeltah, baby, Ruck N fucking Roll\"\n[01:23.89] [Rock (Sean Price):]\n[01:24.61] There's a method to this madness\n[01:26.50] First of all I'm anti wack shit\n[01:27.72] Second to flow, gon' do backflips, acrobatics\n[01:30.39] Roller coaster flow, rope-a-dope you hoes\n[01:33.06] Punchlines either open up or broke ya fucking nose\n[01:35.92] (Cosa Nostra flow, toasted from the shoulder holster blow, BONG!\n[01:39.43] Wet 'em dead a head a nigga let them niggas know)\n[01:42.05] I 'poke a nose' with a icepick, fuck the 'Resort'\n[01:44.30] Resort to violence, and not them little fucking guitars\n[01:47.31] (Fucking with R) R-O (U, C) C (K) K, to ya face\n[01:51.14] (Insert the clip, pop and spray\n[01:53.30] This is not hip hop hooray\n[01:55.54] This is push rocks a block away from the spot, cause it's hot, ok?\n[01:59.02] Listen, Sean Price move belittle your squad\n[02:01.57] Like Omar, worse than Little Canard, muthafucka)\n[02:05.31] Huh, I ain't no Jim Carrey Riddler, dog\n[02:08.14] But I carry a gem star, I will give it to ya\n[02:10.92] Split 'em in four, suckas\n[02:13.23] \"Denmark, Amsterdarm, Oslo, we love you! \"\n[02:20.21] \"You fucking guys, rock, man, Ruck N fucking Roll\"\n[02:24.74] \"You were awesome, you guys have a great night\"\n[02:27.98] [Rock (Sean Price):]\n[02:28.30] Psycho, but like no, bitch ass niggas\n[02:31.48] Talking bout they such and such, but when I see 'em in the streets, what?\n[02:34.68] (You cannot rhyme, rhyme, you should not rhyme, rhyme\n[02:38.45] Your squad wack, contracts you should not sign\n[02:40.54] Curtis Jack' got clapped about nine times\n[02:43.59] Murdered cats with a gat, you got nine lives\n[02:46.64] I got nine knives, I got ten macks\n[02:49.71] Mack 10's, clap them, where ya friends at?)\n[02:52.79] Hold on, if I said ya name, it's probably not an attack\n[02:55.05] Probably not, but it's probably a fact, probably\n[02:58.12] You probably wack, probably crack, probably is that yo shit\n[03:01.72] Rhyme with raps, plus I can do that\n[03:04.44] Die to you fags, now you say that I'm gay bashing\n[03:07.28] Ain't talking to them, I'm talking to you, when I scream faggots\n[03:09.84] You lame asses, gon' hate and bring glad to this\n[03:13.28] In more ways than one, ain't that a bitch?\n[03:16.44] \"Good night folks, it was great rocking with you guys\"\n[03:23.14] \"See Note and Frunkberg in the back of the merch table\"\n[03:27.29] \"We have T-Shirts, CDs, DVDs, distilled hot dog water, good night folks! \"\n[03:34.69] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Ruck n Roll\n artist: Heltah Skeltah\n album: D.I.R.T. 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\"'\n start_ms: 67080\n end_ms: 78370\n- text: '\"Heltah Skeltah, baby, Ruck N fucking Roll\"'\n start_ms: 78370\n end_ms: 83890\n- text: '[Rock (Sean Price):]'\n start_ms: 83890\n end_ms: 84610\n- text: There's a method to this madness\n start_ms: 84610\n end_ms: 86500\n- text: First of all I'm anti wack shit\n start_ms: 86500\n end_ms: 87720\n- text: Second to flow, gon' do backflips, acrobatics\n start_ms: 87720\n end_ms: 90390\n- text: Roller coaster flow, rope-a-dope you hoes\n start_ms: 90390\n end_ms: 93060\n- text: Punchlines either open up or broke ya fucking nose\n start_ms: 93060\n end_ms: 95920\n- text: (Cosa Nostra flow, toasted from the shoulder holster blow, BONG!\n start_ms: 95920\n end_ms: 99430\n- text: Wet 'em dead a head a nigga let them niggas know)\n start_ms: 99430\n end_ms: 102050\n- text: I 'poke a nose' with a icepick, fuck the 'Resort'\n start_ms: 102050\n end_ms: 104300\n- text: Resort to violence, and not them little fucking guitars\n start_ms: 104300\n end_ms: 107310\n- text: (Fucking with R) R-O (U, C) C (K) K, to ya face\n start_ms: 107310\n end_ms: 111140\n- text: (Insert the clip, pop and spray\n start_ms: 111140\n end_ms: 113300\n- text: This is not hip hop hooray\n start_ms: 113300\n end_ms: 115540\n- text: This is push rocks a block away from the spot, cause it's hot, ok?\n start_ms: 115540\n end_ms: 119020\n- text: Listen, Sean Price move belittle your squad\n start_ms: 119020\n end_ms: 121570\n- text: Like Omar, worse than Little Canard, muthafucka)\n start_ms: 121570\n end_ms: 125310\n- text: Huh, I ain't no Jim Carrey Riddler, dog\n start_ms: 125310\n end_ms: 128140\n- text: But I carry a gem star, I will give it to ya\n start_ms: 128140\n end_ms: 130920\n- text: Split 'em in four, suckas\n start_ms: 130920\n end_ms: 133230\n- text: '\"Denmark, Amsterdarm, Oslo, we love you! \"'\n start_ms: 133230\n end_ms: 140210\n- text: '\"You fucking guys, rock, man, Ruck N fucking Roll\"'\n start_ms: 140210\n end_ms: 144740\n- text: '\"You were awesome, you guys have a great night\"'\n start_ms: 144740\n end_ms: 147980\n- text: '[Rock (Sean Price):]'\n start_ms: 147980\n end_ms: 148300\n- text: Psycho, but like no, bitch ass niggas\n start_ms: 148300\n end_ms: 151480\n- text: Talking bout they such and such, but when I see 'em in the streets, what?\n start_ms: 151480\n end_ms: 154680\n- text: (You cannot rhyme, rhyme, you should not rhyme, rhyme\n start_ms: 154680\n end_ms: 158450\n- text: Your squad wack, contracts you should not sign\n start_ms: 158450\n end_ms: 160540\n- text: Curtis Jack' got clapped about nine times\n start_ms: 160540\n end_ms: 163590\n- text: Murdered cats with a gat, you got nine lives\n start_ms: 163590\n end_ms: 166640\n- text: I got nine knives, I got ten macks\n start_ms: 166640\n end_ms: 169710\n- text: Mack 10's, clap them, where ya friends at?)\n start_ms: 169710\n end_ms: 172790\n- text: Hold on, if I said ya name, it's probably not an attack\n start_ms: 172790\n end_ms: 175050\n- text: Probably not, but it's probably a fact, probably\n start_ms: 175050\n end_ms: 178120\n- text: You probably wack, probably crack, probably is that yo shit\n start_ms: 178120\n end_ms: 181720\n- text: Rhyme with raps, plus I can do that\n start_ms: 181720\n end_ms: 184440\n- text: Die to you fags, now you say that I'm gay bashing\n start_ms: 184440\n end_ms: 187280\n- text: Ain't talking to them, I'm talking to you, when I scream faggots\n start_ms: 187280\n end_ms: 189840\n- text: You lame asses, gon' hate and bring glad to this\n start_ms: 189840\n end_ms: 193280\n- text: In more ways than one, ain't that a bitch?\n start_ms: 193280\n end_ms: 196440\n- text: '\"Good night folks, it was great rocking with you guys\"'\n start_ms: 196440\n end_ms: 203140\n- text: '\"See Note and Frunkberg in the back of the merch table\"'\n start_ms: 203140\n end_ms: 207290\n- text: '\"We have T-Shirts, CDs, DVDs, distilled hot dog water, good night folks! \"'\n start_ms: 207290\n end_ms: 214690\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 214690\nplain: |-\n \"Good night Idaho! You were great, we love you! \"\n \"This last song, is for you! \"\n\n [Rock (Sean Price):]\n It's Da Incredible amazing\n Unbelievable, yet mad basic, you caught in a matrix\n (David Blaine, Criss Angel, The Mind Freak\n I wave and bang, ya shit dangle, the mind leak\n And ain't a thing for the gang to bang heaters\n I keep my hands clean, bitch, call me the gang leader)\n Shit you can call me commander in chief, when chiefing that damn reefer\n And have me thinking in another language I can't teach ya\n Writing rhymes when I'm around of ya mans sneakers\n Have you appauled, saying it's ya ghost or ya damn preacher, but look\n (Lord have mercy, Jesus Price, P!)\n I'm Sephlo Dollar, he's just nice, huh!\n (Listen, Hallelujah, holla back\n Hollow points leave ya head just like that Sleepy Hollow cat\n I will Amadu, in armored Starter cap\n P, the ambiance of a homicidal maniac, P!)\n\n \"Asia, Africa, Tokyo, we love you! \"\n \"Heltah Skeltah, baby, Ruck N fucking Roll\"\n\n [Rock (Sean Price):]\n There's a method to this madness\n First of all I'm anti wack shit\n Second to flow, gon' do backflips, acrobatics\n Roller coaster flow, rope-a-dope you hoes\n Punchlines either open up or broke ya fucking nose\n (Cosa Nostra flow, toasted from the shoulder holster blow, BONG!\n Wet 'em dead a head a nigga let them niggas know)\n I 'poke a nose' with a icepick, fuck the 'Resort'\n Resort to violence, and not them little fucking guitars\n (Fucking with R) R-O (U, C) C (K) K, to ya face\n (Insert the clip, pop and spray\n This is not hip hop hooray\n This is push rocks a block away from the spot, cause it's hot, ok?\n Listen, Sean Price move belittle your squad\n Like Omar, worse than Little Canard, muthafucka)\n Huh, I ain't no Jim Carrey Riddler, dog\n But I carry a gem star, I will give it to ya\n Split 'em in four, suckas\n\n \"Denmark, Amsterdarm, Oslo, we love you! \"\n \"You fucking guys, rock, man, Ruck N fucking Roll\"\n \"You were awesome, you guys have a great night\"\n\n [Rock (Sean Price):]\n Psycho, but like no, bitch ass niggas\n Talking bout they such and such, but when I see 'em in the streets, what?\n (You cannot rhyme, rhyme, you should not rhyme, rhyme\n Your squad wack, contracts you should not sign\n Curtis Jack' got clapped about nine times\n Murdered cats with a gat, you got nine lives\n I got nine knives, I got ten macks\n Mack 10's, clap them, where ya friends at?)\n Hold on, if I said ya name, it's probably not an attack\n Probably not, but it's probably a fact, probably\n You probably wack, probably crack, probably is that yo shit\n Rhyme with raps, plus I can do that\n Die to you fags, now you say that I'm gay bashing\n Ain't talking to them, I'm talking to you, when I scream faggots\n You lame asses, gon' hate and bring glad to this\n In more ways than one, ain't that a bitch?\n\n \"Good night folks, it was great rocking with you guys\"\n \"See Note and Frunkberg in the back of the merch table\"\n \"We have T-Shirts, CDs, DVDs, distilled hot dog water, good night folks! \"\n"},{"id":12335477,"name":"Ruck N Roll (prod. by Stu Bangas)","trackName":"Ruck N Roll (prod. by Stu Bangas)","artistName":"Heltah Skeltah","albumName":"D.I.R.T.","duration":234.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"\"Good night Idaho! You were great, we love you! \"\n\"This last song, is for you! \"\n\n[Rock (Sean Price):]\nIt's Da Incredible amazing\nUnbelievable, yet mad basic, you caught in a matrix\n(David Blaine, Criss Angel, The Mind Freak\nI wave and bang, ya shit dangle, the mind leak\nAnd ain't a thing for the gang to bang heaters\nI keep my hands clean, bitch, call me the gang leader)\nShit you can call me commander in chief, when chiefing that damn reefer\nAnd have me thinking in another language I can't teach ya\nWriting rhymes when I'm around of ya mans sneakers\nHave you appauled, saying it's ya ghost or ya damn preacher, but look\n(Lord have mercy, Jesus Price, P!)\nI'm Sephlo Dollar, he's just nice, huh!\n(Listen, Hallelujah, holla back\nHollow points leave ya head just like that Sleepy Hollow cat\nI will Amadu, in armored Starter cap\nP, the ambiance of a homicidal maniac, P!)\n\n\"Asia, Africa, Tokyo, we love you! \"\n\"Heltah Skeltah, baby, Ruck N fucking Roll\"\n\n[Rock (Sean Price):]\nThere's a method to this madness\nFirst of all I'm anti wack shit\nSecond to flow, gon' do backflips, acrobatics\nRoller coaster flow, rope-a-dope you hoes\nPunchlines either open up or broke ya fucking nose\n(Cosa Nostra flow, toasted from the shoulder holster blow, BONG!\nWet 'em dead a head a nigga let them niggas know)\nI 'poke a nose' with a icepick, fuck the 'Resort'\nResort to violence, and not them little fucking guitars\n(Fucking with R) R-O (U, C) C (K) K, to ya face\n(Insert the clip, pop and spray\nThis is not hip hop hooray\nThis is push rocks a block away from the spot, cause it's hot, ok?\nListen, Sean Price move belittle your squad\nLike Omar, worse than Little Canard, muthafucka)\nHuh, I ain't no Jim Carrey Riddler, dog\nBut I carry a gem star, I will give it to ya\nSplit 'em in four, suckas\n\n\"Denmark, Amsterdarm, Oslo, we love you! \"\n\"You fucking guys, rock, man, Ruck N fucking Roll\"\n\"You were awesome, you guys have a great night\"\n\n[Rock (Sean Price):]\nPsycho, but like no, bitch ass niggas\nTalking bout they such and such, but when I see 'em in the streets, what?\n(You cannot rhyme, rhyme, you should not rhyme, rhyme\nYour squad wack, contracts you should not sign\nCurtis Jack' got clapped about nine times\nMurdered cats with a gat, you got nine lives\nI got nine knives, I got ten macks\nMack 10's, clap them, where ya friends at?)\nHold on, if I said ya name, it's probably not an attack\nProbably not, but it's probably a fact, probably\nYou probably wack, probably crack, probably is that yo shit\nRhyme with raps, plus I can do that\nDie to you fags, now you say that I'm gay bashing\nAin't talking to them, I'm talking to you, when I scream faggots\nYou lame asses, gon' hate and bring glad to this\nIn more ways than one, ain't that a bitch?\n\n\"Good night folks, it was great rocking with you guys\"\n\"See Note and Frunkberg in the back of the merch table\"\n\"We have T-Shirts, CDs, DVDs, distilled hot dog water, good night folks! \"","syncedLyrics":"[00:04.48] \"Good night Idaho! 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\"'\n start_ms: 133230\n end_ms: 140210\n- text: '\"You fucking guys, rock, man, Ruck N fucking Roll\"'\n start_ms: 140210\n end_ms: 144740\n- text: '\"You were awesome, you guys have a great night\"'\n start_ms: 144740\n end_ms: 147980\n- text: '[Rock (Sean Price):]'\n start_ms: 147980\n end_ms: 148300\n- text: Psycho, but like no, bitch ass niggas\n start_ms: 148300\n end_ms: 151480\n- text: Talking bout they such and such, but when I see 'em in the streets, what?\n start_ms: 151480\n end_ms: 154680\n- text: (You cannot rhyme, rhyme, you should not rhyme, rhyme\n start_ms: 154680\n end_ms: 158450\n- text: Your squad wack, contracts you should not sign\n start_ms: 158450\n end_ms: 160540\n- text: Curtis Jack' got clapped about nine times\n start_ms: 160540\n end_ms: 163590\n- text: Murdered cats with a gat, you got nine lives\n start_ms: 163590\n end_ms: 166640\n- text: I got nine knives, I got ten macks\n start_ms: 166640\n end_ms: 169710\n- text: Mack 10's, clap them, where ya friends at?)\n start_ms: 169710\n end_ms: 172790\n- text: Hold on, if I said ya name, it's probably not an attack\n start_ms: 172790\n end_ms: 175050\n- text: Probably not, but it's probably a fact, probably\n start_ms: 175050\n end_ms: 178120\n- text: You probably wack, probably crack, probably is that yo shit\n start_ms: 178120\n end_ms: 181720\n- text: Rhyme with raps, plus I can do that\n start_ms: 181720\n end_ms: 184440\n- text: Die to you fags, now you say that I'm gay bashing\n start_ms: 184440\n end_ms: 187280\n- text: Ain't talking to them, I'm talking to you, when I scream faggots\n start_ms: 187280\n end_ms: 189840\n- text: You lame asses, gon' hate and bring glad to this\n start_ms: 189840\n end_ms: 193280\n- text: In more ways than one, ain't that a bitch?\n start_ms: 193280\n end_ms: 196440\n- text: '\"Good night folks, it was great rocking with you guys\"'\n start_ms: 196440\n end_ms: 203140\n- text: '\"See Note and Frunkberg in the back of the merch table\"'\n start_ms: 203140\n end_ms: 207290\n- text: '\"We have T-Shirts, CDs, DVDs, distilled hot dog water, good night folks! \"'\n start_ms: 207290\n end_ms: 214690\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 214690\nplain: |-\n \"Good night Idaho! You were great, we love you! \"\n \"This last song, is for you! \"\n\n [Rock (Sean Price):]\n It's Da Incredible amazing\n Unbelievable, yet mad basic, you caught in a matrix\n (David Blaine, Criss Angel, The Mind Freak\n I wave and bang, ya shit dangle, the mind leak\n And ain't a thing for the gang to bang heaters\n I keep my hands clean, bitch, call me the gang leader)\n Shit you can call me commander in chief, when chiefing that damn reefer\n And have me thinking in another language I can't teach ya\n Writing rhymes when I'm around of ya mans sneakers\n Have you appauled, saying it's ya ghost or ya damn preacher, but look\n (Lord have mercy, Jesus Price, P!)\n I'm Sephlo Dollar, he's just nice, huh!\n (Listen, Hallelujah, holla back\n Hollow points leave ya head just like that Sleepy Hollow cat\n I will Amadu, in armored Starter cap\n P, the ambiance of a homicidal maniac, P!)\n\n \"Asia, Africa, Tokyo, we love you! \"\n \"Heltah Skeltah, baby, Ruck N fucking Roll\"\n\n [Rock (Sean Price):]\n There's a method to this madness\n First of all I'm anti wack shit\n Second to flow, gon' do backflips, acrobatics\n Roller coaster flow, rope-a-dope you hoes\n Punchlines either open up or broke ya fucking nose\n (Cosa Nostra flow, toasted from the shoulder holster blow, BONG!\n Wet 'em dead a head a nigga let them niggas know)\n I 'poke a nose' with a icepick, fuck the 'Resort'\n Resort to violence, and not them little fucking guitars\n (Fucking with R) R-O (U, C) C (K) K, to ya face\n (Insert the clip, pop and spray\n This is not hip hop hooray\n This is push rocks a block away from the spot, cause it's hot, ok?\n Listen, Sean Price move belittle your squad\n Like Omar, worse than Little Canard, muthafucka)\n Huh, I ain't no Jim Carrey Riddler, dog\n But I carry a gem star, I will give it to ya\n Split 'em in four, suckas\n\n \"Denmark, Amsterdarm, Oslo, we love you! \"\n \"You fucking guys, rock, man, Ruck N fucking Roll\"\n \"You were awesome, you guys have a great night\"\n\n [Rock (Sean Price):]\n Psycho, but like no, bitch ass niggas\n Talking bout they such and such, but when I see 'em in the streets, what?\n (You cannot rhyme, rhyme, you should not rhyme, rhyme\n Your squad wack, contracts you should not sign\n Curtis Jack' got clapped about nine times\n Murdered cats with a gat, you got nine lives\n I got nine knives, I got ten macks\n Mack 10's, clap them, where ya friends at?)\n Hold on, if I said ya name, it's probably not an attack\n Probably not, but it's probably a fact, probably\n You probably wack, probably crack, probably is that yo shit\n Rhyme with raps, plus I can do that\n Die to you fags, now you say that I'm gay bashing\n Ain't talking to them, I'm talking to you, when I scream faggots\n You lame asses, gon' hate and bring glad to this\n In more ways than one, ain't that a bitch?\n\n \"Good night folks, it was great rocking with you guys\"\n \"See Note and Frunkberg in the back of the merch table\"\n \"We have T-Shirts, CDs, DVDs, distilled hot dog water, good night folks! \"\n"}]