[{"id":35819099,"name":"Therapy (LP Version)","trackName":"Therapy (LP Version)","artistName":"Heltah Skeltah","albumName":"Therapy","duration":272.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Intro: ruck\n\n*snoring*\nBring in the next patient (the patient is sleeping)\nBring in his chart (the doctor will see you now)\nHow you doin, let's see what we have here\nMy name is dr. killpatient\nAnd I'm your psychosssssigmathetamasochistic\n\nVerse one: rock, ruck\n\nAll i, seem to, think about is violence\nIt doesn't matter if I'm dead sober or I'm bent\nIt's strange, I'm not insane or at least I don't think so\nOr am i? you think so doc, truthfully I don't know\nSo what do I do I go to my crew and ask for help\nBut they ain't no help, they go through the same shit they damn self\nSo I look deep into the mind of a crook\nThen out of nowhere I envision two right hooks\nAww damn, again goes this shit i\nCan't get out of this cycle, dish one got me whipped\nFrom the thought of a brain bashing, doctor stop me\nBefore I blow my motherf**kin top g\n\nSee that leather sofa over there? yeah\nSit back with this six-pack and a spliff\nThat have your mind twisted while we chit-chat I like that\nI think that, we should start with the session uh-huh\nBut before we begin let me ask you a few questions uh-huh\nHave you been touched the wrong way? nah\nInvolved in gun play yeah\nThe town let me guess acquited like you was o.j. how you know?\nTypical black life you jack knifes under a sea biscuit\nGet specific an stop f**kin around wit that crack rock yo I don't smoke doze\nYes you do duke I can tell\n'cause you actin funny, like when blacks get money\n\nBrummy jazz only married to jawana\nAnd instead of helping you're getting me heated like a sauna\n\nJust trying to get into your head\nPardon the way I treat you\nTell me bout your scar, did your momma beat you nah man\nF**k the mystery duke tell me your history\nYou're pissin me off\nPlus the time keep on clippin see\n\nChorus:\n\nI need a doctor to give me some therapy\nI need a doctor to check my, my brain\n\nVerse two: rock, ruck\n\nAs I think back, to the nineties\nThat's when life got extra grimy\nMultiplied with a fleet behind me\nWasn't smart to try me, physical fam gave less than a\nWhich added on to eighties anger tearing through my inner\n(now we're gettin somewhere, yah) it's all becoming clear\nI always feared I have to play the rear til I was outta here\nThat's when I flipped out and became a plane\nThat transform into a robot rokk da kids was his name\n(one of them decep niggaz) yup takin dope clothes and then some\nI bend some (did you have any legal source of income?)\nI said farewell to welfare crazy long ago\nThey want you to work for them peanuts now\nMan you need a shrink if you think i'ma go (huh)\nThen any thoughts and hopes of rehabilitation\nWere chilled when I lost my nigga phil it's been downhill\nEver since, and ain't nobody helpin me\nSo I came to you, the doctor killpatients for therapy\n\nChorus\n\nVerse three: ruck\n\nBust the prognosis, better yet duke have a dosage\nOf prescribed poetry that people perceive as potent\nI've been goin through your file and I found a conclusion\nThat you destined to be the best in this world of confusion\nYou lose when you fall victim to evil ways\nI know crime pays but the rhyme slays nowadays\nTake two of these and if you have a problem at all\nI'm on call twenty-four hours to brawl, word is bond\n\nChorus\n\nThis is my number, yaknowhati'msayin\n4-9-5-nevermind-nevermind\n\nChorus\n\nBut you that undisputed, and now you theraputic\nBootcampian champion\n\nChorus\n\nThe undisputed, with theraputic\nBootcampian champion, r-o-c, therapy\n\nChorus: *until fades*","syncedLyrics":"[00:11.76] Intro: ruck\n[00:13.51] *snoring*\n[00:14.48] Bring in the next patient (the patient is sleeping)\n[00:16.27] Bring in his chart (the doctor will see you now)\n[00:17.19] How you doin, let's see what we have here\n[00:18.01] My name is dr. killpatient\n[00:19.81] And I'm your psychosssssigmathetamasochistic\n[00:20.72] Verse one: rock, ruck\n[00:21.69] All i, seem to, think about is violence\n[00:23.46] It doesn't matter if I'm dead sober or I'm bent\n[00:26.12] It's strange, I'm not insane or at least I don't think so\n[00:28.83] Or am i? you think so doc, truthfully I don't know\n[00:32.45] So what do I do I go to my crew and ask for help\n[00:34.20] But they ain't no help, they go through the same shit they damn self\n[00:36.92] So I look deep into the mind of a crook\n[00:40.54] Then out of nowhere I envision two right hooks\n[00:43.20] Aww damn, again goes this shit i\n[00:45.14] Can't get out of this cycle, dish one got me whipped\n[00:47.82] From the thought of a brain bashing, doctor stop me\n[00:50.57] Before I blow my motherf**kin top g\n[00:52.31] See that leather sofa over there? yeah\n[00:54.13] Sit back with this six-pack and a spliff\n[00:55.92] That have your mind twisted while we chit-chat I like that\n[00:58.63] I think that, we should start with the session uh-huh\n[01:02.21] But before we begin let me ask you a few questions uh-huh\n[01:03.14] Have you been touched the wrong way? nah\n[01:04.98] Involved in gun play yeah\n[01:06.70] The town let me guess acquited like you was o.j. how you know?\n[01:08.59] Typical black life you jack knifes under a sea biscuit\n[01:11.28] Get specific an stop f**kin around wit that crack rock yo I don't smoke doze\n[01:14.85] Yes you do duke I can tell\n[01:16.64] 'cause you actin funny, like when blacks get money\n[01:19.49] Brummy jazz only married to jawana\n[01:21.25] And instead of helping you're getting me heated like a sauna\n[01:23.91] Just trying to get into your head\n[01:25.79] Pardon the way I treat you\n[01:27.55] Tell me bout your scar, did your momma beat you nah man\n[01:30.22] F**k the mystery duke tell me your history\n[01:32.92] You're pissin me off\n[01:33.84] Plus the time keep on clippin see\n[01:35.68] Chorus:\n[01:36.54] I need a doctor to give me some therapy\n[01:41.98] I need a doctor to check my, my brain\n[01:46.44] Verse two: rock, ruck\n[01:47.34] As I think back, to the nineties\n[01:49.19] That's when life got extra grimy\n[01:50.99] Multiplied with a fleet behind me\n[01:51.85] Wasn't smart to try me, physical fam gave less than a\n[01:54.64] Which added on to eighties anger tearing through my inner\n[01:56.41] (now we're gettin somewhere, yah) it's all becoming clear\n[01:59.13] I always feared I have to play the rear til I was outta here\n[02:01.86] That's when I flipped out and became a plane\n[02:04.55] That transform into a robot rokk da kids was his name\n[02:07.25] (one of them decep niggaz) yup takin dope clothes and then some\n[02:11.70] I bend some (did you have any legal source of income?)\n[02:13.56] I said farewell to welfare crazy long ago\n[02:15.30] They want you to work for them peanuts now\n[02:17.19] Man you need a shrink if you think i'ma go (huh)\n[02:18.06] Then any thoughts and hopes of rehabilitation\n[02:19.88] Were chilled when I lost my nigga phil it's been downhill\n[02:23.47] Ever since, and ain't nobody helpin me\n[02:26.13] So I came to you, the doctor killpatients for therapy\n[02:28.92] Chorus\n[02:29.87] Verse three: ruck\n[02:39.76] Bust the prognosis, better yet duke have a dosage\n[02:42.44] Of prescribed poetry that people perceive as potent\n[02:45.16] I've been goin through your file and I found a conclusion\n[02:46.91] That you destined to be the best in this world of confusion\n[02:49.66] You lose when you fall victim to evil ways\n[02:52.38] I know crime pays but the rhyme slays nowadays\n[02:55.06] Take two of these and if you have a problem at all\n[02:57.75] I'm on call twenty-four hours to brawl, word is bond\n[03:01.43] Chorus\n[03:11.34] This is my number, yaknowhati'msayin\n[03:23.90] 4-9-5-nevermind-nevermind\n[03:26.68] Chorus\n[03:28.44] But you that undisputed, and now you theraputic\n[03:29.39] Bootcampian champion\n[03:30.23] Chorus\n[03:31.18] The undisputed, with theraputic\n[03:32.01] Bootcampian champion, r-o-c, therapy\n[03:32.96] Chorus: *until fades*\n[04:26.25] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Therapy (LP Version)\n  artist: Heltah Skeltah\n  album: Therapy\n  duration_ms: 272000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: 'Intro: ruck'\n  start_ms: 11760\n  end_ms: 13510\n- text: '*snoring*'\n  start_ms: 13510\n  end_ms: 14480\n- text: Bring in the next patient (the patient is sleeping)\n  start_ms: 14480\n  end_ms: 16270\n- text: Bring in his chart (the doctor will see you now)\n  start_ms: 16270\n  end_ms: 17190\n- text: How you doin, let's see what we have here\n  start_ms: 17190\n  end_ms: 18010\n- text: My name is dr. killpatient\n  start_ms: 18010\n  end_ms: 19810\n- text: And I'm your psychosssssigmathetamasochistic\n  start_ms: 19810\n  end_ms: 20720\n- text: 'Verse one: rock, ruck'\n  start_ms: 20720\n  end_ms: 21690\n- 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It's strange, I'm not insane or at least I don't think so\n  Or am i? you think so doc, truthfully I don't know\n  So what do I do I go to my crew and ask for help\n  But they ain't no help, they go through the same shit they damn self\n  So I look deep into the mind of a crook\n  Then out of nowhere I envision two right hooks\n  Aww damn, again goes this shit i\n  Can't get out of this cycle, dish one got me whipped\n  From the thought of a brain bashing, doctor stop me\n  Before I blow my motherf**kin top g\n\n  See that leather sofa over there? yeah\n  Sit back with this six-pack and a spliff\n  That have your mind twisted while we chit-chat I like that\n  I think that, we should start with the session uh-huh\n  But before we begin let me ask you a few questions uh-huh\n  Have you been touched the wrong way? nah\n  Involved in gun play yeah\n  The town let me guess acquited like you was o.j. how you know?\n  Typical black life you jack knifes under a sea biscuit\n  Get specific an stop f**kin around wit that crack rock yo I don't smoke doze\n  Yes you do duke I can tell\n  'cause you actin funny, like when blacks get money\n\n  Brummy jazz only married to jawana\n  And instead of helping you're getting me heated like a sauna\n\n  Just trying to get into your head\n  Pardon the way I treat you\n  Tell me bout your scar, did your momma beat you nah man\n  F**k the mystery duke tell me your history\n  You're pissin me off\n  Plus the time keep on clippin see\n\n  Chorus:\n\n  I need a doctor to give me some therapy\n  I need a doctor to check my, my brain\n\n  Verse two: rock, ruck\n\n  As I think back, to the nineties\n  That's when life got extra grimy\n  Multiplied with a fleet behind me\n  Wasn't smart to try me, physical fam gave less than a\n  Which added on to eighties anger tearing through my inner\n  (now we're gettin somewhere, yah) it's all becoming clear\n  I always feared I have to play the rear til I was outta here\n  That's when I flipped out and became a plane\n  That transform into a robot rokk da kids was his name\n  (one of them decep niggaz) yup takin dope clothes and then some\n  I bend some (did you have any legal source of income?)\n  I said farewell to welfare crazy long ago\n  They want you to work for them peanuts now\n  Man you need a shrink if you think i'ma go (huh)\n  Then any thoughts and hopes of rehabilitation\n  Were chilled when I lost my nigga phil it's been downhill\n  Ever since, and ain't nobody helpin me\n  So I came to you, the doctor killpatients for therapy\n\n  Chorus\n\n  Verse three: ruck\n\n  Bust the prognosis, better yet duke have a dosage\n  Of prescribed poetry that people perceive as potent\n  I've been goin through your file and I found a conclusion\n  That you destined to be the best in this world of confusion\n  You lose when you fall victim to evil ways\n  I know crime pays but the rhyme slays nowadays\n  Take two of these and if you have a problem at all\n  I'm on call twenty-four hours to brawl, word is bond\n\n  Chorus\n\n  This is my number, yaknowhati'msayin\n  4-9-5-nevermind-nevermind\n\n  Chorus\n\n  But you that undisputed, and now you theraputic\n  Bootcampian champion\n\n  Chorus\n\n  The undisputed, with theraputic\n  Bootcampian champion, r-o-c, therapy\n\n  Chorus: *until fades*\n"},{"id":24002360,"name":"Therapy (LP Version)","trackName":"Therapy (LP Version)","artistName":"Heltah Skeltah","albumName":"Therapy CDM","duration":272.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Intro: ruck\n\n*snoring*\nBring in the next patient (the patient is sleeping)\nBring in his chart (the doctor will see you now)\nHow you doin, let's see what we have here\nMy name is dr. killpatient\nAnd I'm your psychosssssigmathetamasochistic\n\nVerse one: rock, ruck\n\nAll i, seem to, think about is violence\nIt doesn't matter if I'm dead sober or I'm bent\nIt's strange, I'm not insane or at least I don't think so\nOr am i? you think so doc, truthfully I don't know\nSo what do I do I go to my crew and ask for help\nBut they ain't no help, they go through the same shit they damn self\nSo I look deep into the mind of a crook\nThen out of nowhere I envision two right hooks\nAww damn, again goes this shit i\nCan't get out of this cycle, dish one got me whipped\nFrom the thought of a brain bashing, doctor stop me\nBefore I blow my motherf**kin top g\n\nSee that leather sofa over there? yeah\nSit back with this six-pack and a spliff\nThat have your mind twisted while we chit-chat I like that\nI think that, we should start with the session uh-huh\nBut before we begin let me ask you a few questions uh-huh\nHave you been touched the wrong way? nah\nInvolved in gun play yeah\nThe town let me guess acquited like you was o.j. how you know?\nTypical black life you jack knifes under a sea biscuit\nGet specific an stop f**kin around wit that crack rock yo I don't smoke doze\nYes you do duke I can tell\n'cause you actin funny, like when blacks get money\n\nBrummy jazz only married to jawana\nAnd instead of helping you're getting me heated like a sauna\n\nJust trying to get into your head\nPardon the way I treat you\nTell me bout your scar, did your momma beat you nah man\nF**k the mystery duke tell me your history\nYou're pissin me off\nPlus the time keep on clippin see\n\nChorus:\n\nI need a doctor to give me some therapy\nI need a doctor to check my, my brain\n\nVerse two: rock, ruck\n\nAs I think back, to the nineties\nThat's when life got extra grimy\nMultiplied with a fleet behind me\nWasn't smart to try me, physical fam gave less than a\nWhich added on to eighties anger tearing through my inner\n(now we're gettin somewhere, yah) it's all becoming clear\nI always feared I have to play the rear til I was outta here\nThat's when I flipped out and became a plane\nThat transform into a robot rokk da kids was his name\n(one of them decep niggaz) yup takin dope clothes and then some\nI bend some (did you have any legal source of income?)\nI said 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F**k the mystery duke tell me your history\n  You're pissin me off\n  Plus the time keep on clippin see\n\n  Chorus:\n\n  I need a doctor to give me some therapy\n  I need a doctor to check my, my brain\n\n  Verse two: rock, ruck\n\n  As I think back, to the nineties\n  That's when life got extra grimy\n  Multiplied with a fleet behind me\n  Wasn't smart to try me, physical fam gave less than a\n  Which added on to eighties anger tearing through my inner\n  (Now we're gettin somewhere, yah) it's all becoming clear\n  I always feared I have to play the rear til I was outta here\n  That's when I flipped out and became a plane\n  That transform into a robot rokk da kids was his name\n  (One of them decep niggaz) yup takin dope clothes and then some\n  I bend some (did you have any legal source of income?)\n  I said farewell to welfare crazy long ago\n  They want you to work for them peanuts now\n  Man you need a shrink if you think i'ma go (huh)\n  Then any thoughts and hopes of 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You think so Doc, truthfully I don't know\nSo what do I do I go to my crew and ask for help\nBut they ain't no help, they go through the same shit they damn self\nSo I look deep into the mind of a crook\nThen out of nowhere I envision two right hooks\nAw damn, again goes this shit I\nCan't get out of this cycle, dish one got me whipped\nFrom the thought of a brain bashing, Doctor stop me\nBefore I blow my motherfuckin' top G\nSee that leather sofa over there?  Yeah\nSit back with this six-pack and a spliff\nThat have your mind twisted while we chit-chat, I like that\nI think that, we should start with the session, uh-huh\nBut before we begin let me ask you a few questions, uh-huh\nHave you been touched the wrong way? Nah\nInvolved in gun play, yeah\nThe town let me guess acquitted like you was O.J. 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How you know?\n  Typical black life you jack knives under a sea biscuit\n  Get specific an stop fuckin' around wit that crack rock\n  Yo I don't smoke doze\n  Yes you do Duke I can tell\n  'Cause you actin funny, like when blacks get money\n  Brummy jazz only married to Jawana\n  and instead of helping you're getting me heated like a sauna\n  Just trying to get into your head\n  Pardon the way I treat you\n  Tell me bout your scar, did your momma beat you, nah man\n  Fuck the mystery Duke tell me your history\n  You're pissin' me off\n  plus the time keep on clippin' see\n  [Chorus]\n  I need a doctor to give me some therapy\n  I need a doctor to check my, my brain\n  As I think back, to the nineties\n  That's when life got extra grimy\n  Multiplied with a fleet behind me\n  Wasn't smart to try me, physical fam gave less than a\n  Which added on to eighties anger tearing through my inner\n  (Now we're gettin' somewhere, yeah) It's all becoming clear\n  I always feared I have to play 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at all\n  I'm on call twenty-four hours to brawl, word is bond\n  [Chorus]\n  This is my number, ya know what I'm sayin'\n  Four nine five, nevermind nevermind\n  [Chorus]\n  But you that undisputed, and now you therapeutic\n  Bootcampian champion\n  [Chorus]\n  The undisputed, with therapeutic\n  Bootcampian champion, R-O-C, therapy\n  [Chorus]\n"},{"id":33785935,"name":"Therapy","trackName":"Therapy","artistName":"Heltah Skeltah","albumName":"Crooklyn Cuts Vol. III (Disc B)","duration":105.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Intro: ruck\n\n*Snoring*\nBring in the next patient (the patient is sleeping)\nBring in his chart (the doctor will see you now)\nHow you doin, let's see what we have here\nMy name is dr. killpatient\nAnd I'm your psychosssssigmathetamasochistic\n\nVerse one: rock, ruck\n\nAll i, seem to, think about is violence\nIt doesn't matter if I'm dead sober or I'm bent\nIt's strange, I'm not insane or at least I don't think so\nOr am i? you think so doc, truthfully I don't know\nSo what do I do I go to my crew and ask for help\nBut they ain't no help, they go through the same shit they damn self\nSo I look deep into the mind of a crook\nThen out of nowhere I envision two right hooks\nAww damn, again goes this shit i\nCan't get out of this cycle, dish one got me whipped\nFrom the thought of a brain bashing, doctor stop me\nBefore I blow my motherf**kin top g\n\nSee that leather sofa over there? yeah\nSit back with this six-pack and a spliff\nThat have your mind twisted while we chit-chat I like that\nI think that, we should start with the session uh-huh\nBut before we begin let me ask you a few questions uh-huh\nHave you been touched the wrong way? nah\nInvolved in gun play yeah\nThe town let me guess acquited like you was o.j. how you know?\nTypical black life you jack knifes under a sea biscuit\nGet specific an stop f**kin around wit that crack rock yo I don't smoke doze\nYes you do duke I can tell\n'Cause you actin funny, like when blacks get money\n\nBrummy jazz only married to jawana\nAnd instead of helping you're getting me heated like a sauna\n\nJust trying to get into your head\nPardon the way I treat you\nTell me bout your scar, did your momma beat you nah man\nF**k the mystery duke tell me your history\nYou're pissin me off\nPlus the time keep on clippin see\n\nChorus:\n\nI need a doctor to give me some therapy\nI need a doctor to check my, my brain\n\nVerse two: rock, ruck\n\nAs I think back, to the nineties\nThat's when life got extra grimy\nMultiplied with a fleet behind me\nWasn't smart to try me, physical fam gave less than a\nWhich added on to eighties anger tearing through my inner\n(Now we're gettin somewhere, yah) it's all becoming clear\nI always feared I have to play the rear til I was outta here\nThat's when I flipped out and became a plane\nThat transform into a robot rokk da kids was his name\n(One of them decep niggaz) yup takin dope clothes and then some\nI bend some (did you have any 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That's when I flipped out and became a plane\n  That transform into a robot rokk da kids was his name\n  (One of them decep niggaz) yup takin dope clothes and then some\n  I bend some (did you have any legal source of income?)\n  I said farewell to welfare crazy long ago\n  They want you to work for them peanuts now\n  Man you need a shrink if you think i'ma go (huh)\n  Then any thoughts and hopes of rehabilitation\n  Were chilled when I lost my nigga phil it's been downhill\n  Ever since, and ain't nobody helpin me\n  So I came to you, the doctor killpatients for therapy\n\n  Chorus\n\n  Verse three: ruck\n\n  Bust the prognosis, better yet duke have a dosage\n  Of prescribed poetry that people perceive as potent\n  I've been goin through your file and I found a conclusion\n  That you destined to be the best in this world of confusion\n  You lose when you fall victim to evil ways\n  I know crime pays but the rhyme slays nowadays\n  Take two of these and if you have a problem at all\n  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yeah\nSit back with this six-pack and a spliff\nThat have your mind twisted while we chit-chat I like that\nI think that, we should start with the session uh-huh\nBut before we begin let me ask you a few questions uh-huh\nHave you been touched the wrong way? nah\nInvolved in gun play yeah\nThe town let me guess acquited like you was o.j. how you know?\nTypical black life you jack knifes under a sea biscuit\nGet specific an stop f**kin around wit that crack rock yo I don't smoke doze\nYes you do duke I can tell\n'cause you actin funny, like when blacks get money\n\nBrummy jazz only married to jawana\nAnd instead of helping you're getting me heated like a sauna\n\nJust trying to get into your head\nPardon the way I treat you\nTell me bout your scar, did your momma beat you nah man\nF**k the mystery duke tell me your history\nYou're pissin me off\nPlus the time keep on clippin see\n\nChorus:\n\nI need a doctor to give me some therapy\nI need a doctor to check my, my brain\n\nVerse two: rock, ruck\n\nAs I think back, to the nineties\nThat's when life got extra grimy\nMultiplied with a fleet behind me\nWasn't smart to try me, physical fam gave less than a\nWhich added on to eighties anger tearing through my inner\n(now we're gettin somewhere, yah) it's all becoming clear\nI always feared I have to play the rear til I was outta here\nThat's when I flipped out and became a plane\nThat transform into a robot rokk da kids was his name\n(one of them decep niggaz) yup takin dope clothes and then some\nI bend some (did you have any legal source of income?)\nI said farewell to welfare crazy long ago\nThey want you to work for them peanuts now\nMan you need a shrink if you think i'ma go (huh)\nThen any thoughts and hopes of rehabilitation\nWere chilled when I lost my nigga phil it's been downhill\nEver since, and ain't nobody helpin me\nSo I came to you, the doctor killpatients for therapy\n\nChorus\n\nVerse three: ruck\n\nBust the prognosis, better yet duke have a dosage\nOf prescribed poetry that people perceive as potent\nI've been goin through your file and I found a conclusion\nThat you destined to be the best in this world of confusion\nYou lose when you fall victim to evil ways\nI know crime pays but the rhyme slays nowadays\nTake two of these and if you have a problem at all\nI'm on call twenty-four hours to brawl, word is bond\n\nChorus\n\nThis is my number, yaknowhati'msayin\n4-9-5-nevermind-nevermind\n\nChorus\n\nBut you that undisputed, and now you theraputic\nBootcampian champion\n\nChorus\n\nThe undisputed, with theraputic\nBootcampian champion, r-o-c, therapy\n\nChorus: *until fades*","syncedLyrics":"[00:11.76] Intro: ruck\n[00:13.51] *snoring*\n[00:14.48] Bring in the next patient (the patient is sleeping)\n[00:16.27] Bring in his chart (the doctor will see you now)\n[00:17.19] How you doin, let's see what we have here\n[00:18.01] My name is dr. killpatient\n[00:19.81] And I'm your psychosssssigmathetamasochistic\n[00:20.72] Verse one: rock, ruck\n[00:21.69] All i, seem to, think about is violence\n[00:23.46] It doesn't matter if I'm dead sober or I'm bent\n[00:26.12] It's strange, I'm not insane or at least I don't think so\n[00:28.83] Or am i? you think so doc, truthfully I don't know\n[00:32.45] So what do I do I go to my crew and ask for help\n[00:34.20] But they ain't no help, they go through the same shit they damn self\n[00:36.92] So I look deep into the mind of a crook\n[00:40.54] Then out of nowhere I envision two right hooks\n[00:43.20] Aww damn, again goes this shit i\n[00:45.14] Can't get out of this cycle, dish one got me whipped\n[00:47.82] From the thought of a brain bashing, doctor stop me\n[00:50.57] Before I blow my motherf**kin top g\n[00:52.31] See that leather sofa over there? yeah\n[00:54.13] Sit back with this six-pack and a spliff\n[00:55.92] That have your mind twisted while we chit-chat I like that\n[00:58.63] I think that, we should start with the session uh-huh\n[01:02.21] But before we begin let me ask you a few questions uh-huh\n[01:03.14] Have you been touched the wrong way? nah\n[01:04.98] Involved in gun play yeah\n[01:06.70] The town let me guess acquited like you was o.j. how you know?\n[01:08.59] Typical black life you jack knifes under a sea biscuit\n[01:11.28] Get specific an stop f**kin around wit that crack rock yo I don't smoke doze\n[01:14.85] Yes you do duke I can tell\n[01:16.64] 'cause you actin funny, like when blacks get money\n[01:19.49] Brummy jazz only married to jawana\n[01:21.25] And instead of helping you're getting me heated like a sauna\n[01:23.91] Just trying to get into your head\n[01:25.79] Pardon the way I treat you\n[01:27.55] Tell me bout your scar, did your momma beat you nah man\n[01:30.22] F**k the mystery duke tell me your history\n[01:32.92] You're pissin me off\n[01:33.84] Plus the time keep on clippin see\n[01:35.68] Chorus:\n[01:36.54] I need a doctor to give me some therapy\n[01:41.98] I need a doctor to check my, my brain\n[01:46.44] Verse two: rock, ruck\n[01:47.34] As I think back, to the nineties\n[01:49.19] That's when life got extra grimy\n[01:50.99] Multiplied with a fleet behind me\n[01:51.85] Wasn't smart to try me, physical fam gave less than a\n[01:54.64] Which added on to eighties anger tearing through my inner\n[01:56.41] (now we're gettin somewhere, yah) it's all becoming clear\n[01:59.13] I always feared I have to play the rear til I was outta here\n[02:01.86] That's when I flipped out and became a plane\n[02:04.55] That transform into a robot rokk da kids was his name\n[02:07.25] (one of them decep niggaz) yup takin dope clothes and then some\n[02:11.70] I bend some (did you have any legal source of income?)\n[02:13.56] I said farewell to welfare crazy long ago\n[02:15.30] They want you to work for them peanuts now\n[02:17.19] Man you need a shrink if you think i'ma go (huh)\n[02:18.06] Then any thoughts and hopes of rehabilitation\n[02:19.88] Were chilled when I lost my nigga phil it's been downhill\n[02:23.47] Ever since, and ain't nobody helpin me\n[02:26.13] So I came to you, the doctor killpatients for therapy\n[02:28.92] Chorus\n[02:29.87] Verse three: ruck\n[02:39.76] Bust the prognosis, better yet duke have a dosage\n[02:42.44] Of prescribed poetry that people perceive as potent\n[02:45.16] I've been goin through your file and I found a conclusion\n[02:46.91] That you destined to be the best in this world of confusion\n[02:49.66] You lose when you fall victim to evil ways\n[02:52.38] I know crime pays but the rhyme slays nowadays\n[02:55.06] Take two of these and if you have a problem at all\n[02:57.75] I'm on call twenty-four hours to brawl, word is bond\n[03:01.43] Chorus\n[03:11.34] This is my number, yaknowhati'msayin\n[03:23.90] 4-9-5-nevermind-nevermind\n[03:26.68] Chorus\n[03:28.44] But you that undisputed, and now you theraputic\n[03:29.39] Bootcampian champion\n[03:30.23] Chorus\n[03:31.18] The undisputed, with theraputic\n[03:32.01] Bootcampian champion, r-o-c, therapy\n[03:32.96] Chorus: *until fades*\n[04:26.25] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Therapy (feat. 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look deep into the mind of a crook\n  Then out of nowhere I envision two right hooks\n  Aww damn, again goes this shit i\n  Can't get out of this cycle, dish one got me whipped\n  From the thought of a brain bashing, doctor stop me\n  Before I blow my motherf**kin top g\n\n  See that leather sofa over there? yeah\n  Sit back with this six-pack and a spliff\n  That have your mind twisted while we chit-chat I like that\n  I think that, we should start with the session uh-huh\n  But before we begin let me ask you a few questions uh-huh\n  Have you been touched the wrong way? nah\n  Involved in gun play yeah\n  The town let me guess acquited like you was o.j. how you know?\n  Typical black life you jack knifes under a sea biscuit\n  Get specific an stop f**kin around wit that crack rock yo I don't smoke doze\n  Yes you do duke I can tell\n  'cause you actin funny, like when blacks get money\n\n  Brummy jazz only married to jawana\n  And instead of helping you're getting me heated like a sauna\n\n  Just trying to get into your head\n  Pardon the way I treat you\n  Tell me bout your scar, did your momma beat you nah man\n  F**k the mystery duke tell me your history\n  You're pissin me off\n  Plus the time keep on clippin see\n\n  Chorus:\n\n  I need a doctor to give me some therapy\n  I need a doctor to check my, my brain\n\n  Verse two: rock, ruck\n\n  As I think back, to the nineties\n  That's when life got extra grimy\n  Multiplied with a fleet behind me\n  Wasn't smart to try me, physical fam gave less than a\n  Which added on to eighties anger tearing through my inner\n  (now we're gettin somewhere, yah) it's all becoming clear\n  I always feared I have to play the rear til I was outta here\n  That's when I flipped out and became a plane\n  That transform into a robot rokk da kids was his name\n  (one of them decep niggaz) yup takin dope clothes and then some\n  I bend some (did you have any legal source of income?)\n  I said farewell to welfare crazy long ago\n  They want you to work for them peanuts now\n  Man you need a shrink if you think i'ma go (huh)\n  Then any thoughts and hopes of rehabilitation\n  Were chilled when I lost my nigga phil it's been downhill\n  Ever since, and ain't nobody helpin me\n  So I came to you, the doctor killpatients for therapy\n\n  Chorus\n\n  Verse three: ruck\n\n  Bust the prognosis, better yet duke have a dosage\n  Of prescribed poetry that people perceive as potent\n  I've been goin through your file and I found a conclusion\n  That you destined to be the best in this world of confusion\n  You lose when you fall victim to evil ways\n  I know crime pays but the rhyme slays nowadays\n  Take two of these and if you have a problem at all\n  I'm on call twenty-four hours to brawl, word is bond\n\n  Chorus\n\n  This is my number, yaknowhati'msayin\n  4-9-5-nevermind-nevermind\n\n  Chorus\n\n  But you that undisputed, and now you theraputic\n  Bootcampian champion\n\n  Chorus\n\n  The undisputed, with theraputic\n  Bootcampian champion, r-o-c, therapy\n\n  Chorus: *until fades*\n"},{"id":29970669,"name":"THERAPY - (FEATURING VINIA MOJICA) [Explicit]","trackName":"THERAPY - (FEATURING VINIA MOJICA) [Explicit]","artistName":"Heltah Skeltah","albumName":"NOCTURNAL","duration":273.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Intro: ruck\n\n*snoring*\nBring in the next patient (the patient is sleeping)\nBring in his chart (the doctor will see you now)\nHow you doin, let's see what we have here\nMy name is dr. killpatient\nAnd I'm your psychosssssigmathetamasochistic\n\nVerse one: rock, ruck\n\nAll i, seem to, think about is violence\nIt doesn't matter if I'm dead sober or I'm bent\nIt's strange, I'm not insane or at least I don't think so\nOr am i? you think so doc, truthfully I don't know\nSo what do I do I go to my crew and ask for help\nBut they ain't no help, they go through the same shit they damn self\nSo I look deep into the mind of a crook\nThen out of nowhere I envision two right hooks\nAww damn, again goes this shit i\nCan't get out of this cycle, dish one got me whipped\nFrom the thought of a brain bashing, doctor stop me\nBefore I blow my motherf**kin top g\n\nSee that leather sofa over there? yeah\nSit back with this six-pack and a spliff\nThat have your mind twisted while we chit-chat I like that\nI think that, we should start with the session uh-huh\nBut before we begin let me ask you a few questions uh-huh\nHave you been touched the wrong way? nah\nInvolved in gun play yeah\nThe town let me guess acquited like you was o.j. how you know?\nTypical black life you jack knifes under a sea biscuit\nGet specific an stop f**kin around wit that crack rock yo I don't smoke doze\nYes you do duke I can tell\n'cause you actin funny, like when blacks get money\n\nBrummy jazz only married to jawana\nAnd instead of helping you're getting me heated like a sauna\n\nJust trying to get into your head\nPardon the way I treat you\nTell me bout your scar, did your momma beat you nah man\nF**k the mystery duke tell me your history\nYou're pissin me off\nPlus the time keep on clippin see\n\nChorus:\n\nI need a doctor to give me some therapy\nI need a doctor to check my, my brain\n\nVerse two: rock, ruck\n\nAs I think back, to the nineties\nThat's when life got extra grimy\nMultiplied with a fleet behind me\nWasn't smart to try me, physical fam gave less than a\nWhich added on to eighties anger tearing through my inner\n(now we're gettin somewhere, yah) it's all becoming clear\nI always feared I have to play the rear til I was outta here\nThat's when I flipped out and became a plane\nThat transform into a robot rokk da kids was his name\n(one of them decep niggaz) yup takin dope clothes and then some\nI bend some (did you have any legal source of income?)\nI said farewell to welfare crazy long ago\nThey want you to work for them peanuts now\nMan you need a shrink if you think i'ma go (huh)\nThen any thoughts and hopes of rehabilitation\nWere chilled when I lost my nigga phil it's been downhill\nEver since, and ain't nobody helpin me\nSo I came to you, the doctor killpatients for therapy\n\nChorus\n\nVerse three: ruck\n\nBust the prognosis, better yet duke have a dosage\nOf prescribed poetry that people perceive as potent\nI've been goin through your file and I found a conclusion\nThat you destined to be the best in this world of confusion\nYou lose when you fall victim to evil ways\nI know crime pays but the rhyme slays nowadays\nTake two of these and if you have a problem at all\nI'm on call twenty-four hours to brawl, word is bond\n\nChorus\n\nThis is my number, yaknowhati'msayin\n4-9-5-nevermind-nevermind\n\nChorus\n\nBut you that undisputed, and now you theraputic\nBootcampian champion\n\nChorus\n\nThe undisputed, with theraputic\nBootcampian champion, r-o-c, therapy\n\nChorus: *until fades*","syncedLyrics":"[00:11.76] Intro: ruck\n[00:13.51] *snoring*\n[00:14.48] Bring in the next patient (the 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