[{"id":10152908,"name":"The Bomb","trackName":"The Bomb","artistName":"Ice Cube","albumName":"Amerikkka's Most Wanted - Ice Cube","duration":207.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"It's like a holocaust to the boss when i toss\ntoo much knowledge kicked then you're lost\nin a shuffle of feet jinx the fiddler\nand i control your mind like hitler\n\nyou bow and vow to authority\nsee now a sucker with a style just boring me\nso i show k.n.o.w.\nl.e.d.g.e. it might trouble you\n\nthen i transform like a decepticon\nwith a mic as a bomb\nin my right palm\nbut i don't stay calm\n\nso panic\nothers can't flow so they go schizophrenic\nyou thought i dropped a dud in your face\nuntil you taste the blood of the bass\n\nthen you faint, or better yet pass out\nwhen i'm on the mic, believe it's ass out\nyou think you're raw so you draw\n\nyou lose, you're hung, you bite your tongue\nthe whole town saw in awe as you strangle\na noose on your neck, and you dangle\nfrom side to side in the blazing heat\nyou're beat, you're dead, the fools fell off\nyou feel you're turning red, it's said\n\nthat your head burst\nand this is only the first verse\nof the bomb\n\n(break)\nDon't break up the fight let them rumble\nover the years i've watched some go super-bad quick\n\nnow the smell of the pen has got them sick to the stomach\nnow ask yourself, who's stupid?\ni take funky funky beats and i loop it\nand pimp slap you in the face with the bass\n\nand the boom from the bomb that i drop\nstop\nyou have a flat top as a fashion\ni love black women with a passion\n\nbut when they gotta go and show their ass in\ni gotta clown the hoes, yeah\nyou gotta watch the ones with the big derrieres\nthey'll steer you wrong\n\nice cube's got it going on, hit me\nfor the gangster boogie two times for the gangster rhyme\nthe system ain't wholesome\nthey want to put a young brother in folsom\n\nand others see me on lockdown\nbut i come up foul then they get knocked out, word\nto the brother that rolls the herb\neverybody getting knocked to the curb like that\n\njinx got the gat, and it's a fact\nhe'll kick a funky beat to peel your cap\nnow who's the mack?\nwho's the hoe?\nwho's the trick?\n\ni got many, many styles won't you take a pick\nbut don't be alarmed\n\nwhen i trip and stumble and fumble\nand drop the (rewind)\ndrop the bomb\n(break)\n\nI'm solo, you ask how i'm living\nstill dropping more shit than a pigeon\nwith the l, the e, the n, the c, the h,\nthe m, the o, the b, the great\nlyrics that make the beat swing and i gotcha\nit's the hip-hopper that don't like coppers\nand if you try to upset the pot son\nyou get kicked in the chest like a shotgun\ni make the beats, i make the breaks\ni make the rhymes that make you shake\nmake you find\nice cube never caught in the middle\ni make shit to kick you in the ass a little\nand still never hesitate to stutter step\nor bust a repitition on the mic\nstill dissing all the hype\nfrom left to right\nhow many left to fight?\nso what that lench mob like?","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: The Bomb\n artist: Ice Cube\n album: Amerikkka's Most Wanted - Ice Cube\n duration_ms: 207000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n It's like a holocaust to the boss when i toss\n too much knowledge kicked then you're lost\n in a shuffle of feet jinx the fiddler\n and i control your mind like hitler\n\n you bow and vow to authority\n see now a sucker with a style just boring me\n so i show k.n.o.w.\n l.e.d.g.e. it might trouble you\n\n then i transform like a decepticon\n with a mic as a bomb\n in my right palm\n but i don't stay calm\n\n so panic\n others can't flow so they go schizophrenic\n you thought i dropped a dud in your face\n until you taste the blood of the bass\n\n then you faint, or better yet pass out\n when i'm on the mic, believe it's ass out\n you think you're raw so you draw\n\n you lose, you're hung, you bite your tongue\n the whole town saw in awe as you strangle\n a noose on your neck, and you dangle\n from side to side in the blazing heat\n you're beat, you're dead, the fools fell off\n you feel you're turning red, it's said\n\n that your head burst\n and this is only the first verse\n of the bomb\n\n (break)\n Don't break up the fight let them rumble\n over the years i've watched some go super-bad quick\n\n now the smell of the pen has got them sick to the stomach\n now ask yourself, who's stupid?\n i take funky funky beats and i loop it\n and pimp slap you in the face with the bass\n\n and the boom from the bomb that i drop\n stop\n you have a flat top as a fashion\n i love black women with a passion\n\n but when they gotta go and show their ass in\n i gotta clown the hoes, yeah\n you gotta watch the ones with the big derrieres\n they'll steer you wrong\n\n ice cube's got it going on, hit me\n for the gangster boogie two times for the gangster rhyme\n the system ain't wholesome\n they want to put a young brother in folsom\n\n and others see me on lockdown\n but i come up foul then they get knocked out, word\n to the brother that rolls the herb\n everybody getting knocked to the curb like that\n\n jinx got the gat, and it's a fact\n he'll kick a funky beat to peel your cap\n now who's the mack?\n who's the hoe?\n who's the trick?\n\n i got many, many styles won't you take a pick\n but don't be alarmed\n\n when i trip and stumble and fumble\n and drop the (rewind)\n drop the bomb\n (break)\n\n I'm solo, you ask how i'm living\n still dropping more shit than a pigeon\n with the l, the e, the n, the c, the h,\n the m, the o, the b, the great\n lyrics that make the beat swing and i gotcha\n it's the hip-hopper that don't like coppers\n and if you try to upset the pot son\n you get kicked in the chest like a shotgun\n i make the beats, i make the breaks\n i make the rhymes that make you shake\n make you find\n ice cube never caught in the middle\n i make shit to kick you in the ass a little\n and still never hesitate to stutter step\n or bust a repitition on the mic\n still dissing all the hype\n from left to right\n how many left to fight?\n so what that lench mob like?\n"},{"id":33956406,"name":"The Bomb","trackName":"The Bomb","artistName":"ICE CUBE","albumName":"The Bomb","duration":205.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"-- Synched by NoManCG --\n(The police set up barricades, there was a scuffle)\n(This turned into a riot and it spread through Central Park)\n(Negros threw bottles at the police)\n(Orders to disperse were ignored and huge crowds swarmed through the streets)\n\nIt's like a holocaust to the boss when I toss\nToo much knowledge kicked then you're lost\nIn a shuffle of feet, Jinx the fiddler\nAnd I control your mind like Hitler\nYou bow and vow to authority\nSee now, a sucker with a style just boring me\nSo I show K.N.O.W\nL.E.D.G.E. it might trouble you\nThen I transform like a Decepticon\nWith a mic as a bomb\nIn my right palm. But I don't stay calm, so panic\nOthers can't flow so they go schizophrenic\nYou thought I dropped a dud in your face\nUntil you taste the blood of the bass\nThen you faint, or better yet pass out\nWhen I'm on the mic, believe it's ass out\nYou think you're raw, so we draw\nYou lose, you're hung, you bite your tongue\nThe whole town saw in awe as you strangle\nA noose on your neck, and you dangle\nFrom side to side in the blazing heat\nYou're beat, you're dead, the boots fell off your feet\nYou're turning red, it's said that your head burst\nAnd this is only the first verse, of the bomb\n\nDon't break up the fight let them rumble\nOver the years I've watched some go super-bad quick\nNow the smell of the pen has got them sick to the stomach\nNow ask yourself, who's stupid?\nI take funky funky beats and I loop it\nAnd pimp slap you in the face with the bass\nAnd the boom from the bomb that I drop\nStop! You have a flat top as a fashion\nI love Black women with a passion\nBut when they gotta go and show their ass in\nI gotta clown the hoes, yeah\nYou gotta watch the ones with the big derrieres\nThey'll steer you wrong\nIce Cube's got it going on, hit me\nFor the gangster boogie two times for the gangster rhymes\nAnd since i ain't wholesome\nThey want to put a young brother in Folsom\nThey'd rather see me on lockdown\nBut I come up foul then they get knocked out, word\nTo the brother that rolls the herb\nEverybody else getting knocked to the curb like that\nJinx got the gat, and it's a fact\nHe'll kick a funky beat to peel your cap\nNow who's the mack? Who's the ho? Who's the trick?\nI got many, many styles, won't you take a pick?\nBut don't be alarmed\nWhen I trip and stumble and fumble\nAnd drop the...\nDrop the bomb\n\nI'm solo, you ask how I'm living\nStill dropping more shit than a pigeon\nWith the L, the E, the N, the C, the H\nThe M, the O, the B, the great\nLyrics that make the beat swing and I gotcha\nIt's the hip-hopper that don't like coppers\nAnd if you try to upset the pot son\nYou get kicked in the chest like a shotgun\nI make the beats, I make the breaks\nI make the rhymes that make you shake\nMake you find Ice Cube never caught in the middle\nI make stuff to kick you in the ass a little\nAnd still never hesitate to stutter step\nOr bust a repitition on the mic\nStill dissing all the hype\nFrom left to right, How many left to fight?\nSo what that Lench Mob like?\n","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.00] -- Synched by NoManCG --\n[00:03.87] (The police set up barricades, there was a scuffle)\n[00:06.50] (This turned into a riot and it spread through Central Park)\n[00:10.10] (Negros threw bottles at the police)\n[00:12.26] (Orders to disperse were ignored and huge crowds swarmed through the streets)\n[00:17.40] \n[00:25.00] It's like a holocaust to the boss when I toss\n[00:27.08] Too much knowledge kicked then you're lost\n[00:29.12] In a shuffle of feet, Jinx the fiddler\n[00:31.69] And I control your mind like Hitler\n[00:33.40] You bow and vow to authority\n[00:35.32] See now, a sucker with a style just boring me\n[00:37.64] So I show K.N.O.W\n[00:39.44] L.E.D.G.E. it might trouble you\n[00:41.80] Then I transform like a Decepticon\n[00:43.72] With a mic as a bomb\n[00:45.12] In my right palm. But I don't stay calm, so panic\n[00:48.10] Others can't flow so they go schizophrenic\n[00:50.06] You thought I dropped a dud in your face\n[00:52.13] Until you taste the blood of the bass\n[00:54.01] Then you faint, or better yet pass out\n[00:56.25] When I'm on the mic, believe it's ass out\n[00:58.17] You think you're raw, so we draw\n[01:00.17] You lose, you're hung, you bite your tongue\n[01:01.97] The whole town saw in awe as you strangle\n[01:04.33] A noose on your neck, and you dangle\n[01:06.62] From side to side in the blazing heat\n[01:08.29] You're beat, you're dead, the boots fell off your feet\n[01:09.80] You're turning red, it's said that your head burst\n[01:13.13] And this is only the first verse, of the bomb\n[01:16.26] \n[01:33.60] Don't break up the fight let them rumble\n[01:35.36] Over the years I've watched some go super-bad quick\n[01:38.08] Now the smell of the pen has got them sick to the stomach\n[01:40.40] Now ask yourself, who's stupid?\n[01:42.21] I take funky funky beats and I loop it\n[01:44.24] And pimp slap you in the face with the bass\n[01:45.96] And the boom from the bomb that I drop\n[01:47.72] Stop! You have a flat top as a fashion\n[01:50.18] I love Black women with a passion\n[01:52.26] But when they gotta go and show their ass in\n[01:54.33] I gotta clown the hoes, yeah\n[01:56.26] You gotta watch the ones with the big derrieres\n[01:58.85] They'll steer you wrong\n[02:00.06] Ice Cube's got it going on, hit me\n[02:01.89] For the gangster boogie two times for the gangster rhymes\n[02:04.78] And since i ain't wholesome\n[02:06.50] They want to put a young brother in Folsom\n[02:08.87] They'd rather see me on lockdown\n[02:10.70] But I come up foul then they get knocked out, word\n[02:13.34] To the brother that rolls the herb\n[02:14.90] Everybody else getting knocked to the curb like that\n[02:17.21] Jinx got the gat, and it's a fact\n[02:19.17] He'll kick a funky beat to peel your cap\n[02:20.80] Now who's the mack? Who's the ho? Who's the trick?\n[02:23.50] I got many, many styles, won't you take a pick?\n[02:26.17] But don't be alarmed\n[02:27.45] When I trip and stumble and fumble\n[02:29.21] And drop the...\n[02:31.50] Drop the bomb\n[02:33.61] \n[02:48.53] I'm solo, you ask how I'm living\n[02:50.58] Still dropping more shit than a pigeon\n[02:55.04] With the L, the E, the N, the C, the H\n[02:57.04] The M, the O, the B, the great\n[02:58.76] Lyrics that make the beat swing and I gotcha\n[03:00.88] It's the hip-hopper that don't like coppers\n[03:03.08] And if you try to upset the pot son\n[03:05.24] You get kicked in the chest like a shotgun\n[03:07.44] I make the beats, I make the breaks\n[03:09.08] I make the rhymes that make you shake\n[03:10.79] Make you find Ice Cube never caught in the middle\n[03:13.53] I make stuff to kick you in the ass a little\n[03:15.91] And still never hesitate to stutter step\n[03:17.26] Or bust a repitition on the mic\n[03:18.74] Still dissing all the hype\n[03:20.15] From left to right, How many left to fight?\n[03:21.89] So what that Lench Mob like?\n[03:26.30] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: The Bomb\n artist: ICE CUBE\n album: The Bomb\n duration_ms: 205000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: -- Synched by NoManCG --\n start_ms: 0\n end_ms: 3870\n- text: (The police set up barricades, there was a scuffle)\n start_ms: 3870\n end_ms: 6500\n- text: (This turned into a riot and it spread through Central Park)\n start_ms: 6500\n end_ms: 10100\n- text: (Negros threw bottles at the police)\n start_ms: 10100\n end_ms: 12260\n- text: (Orders to disperse were ignored and huge crowds swarmed through the streets)\n start_ms: 12260\n end_ms: 17400\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 17400\n end_ms: 25000\n- text: It's like a holocaust to the boss when I toss\n start_ms: 25000\n end_ms: 27080\n- text: Too much knowledge kicked then you're lost\n start_ms: 27080\n end_ms: 29120\n- text: In a shuffle of feet, Jinx the fiddler\n start_ms: 29120\n end_ms: 31690\n- text: And I control your mind like Hitler\n start_ms: 31690\n end_ms: 33400\n- text: You bow and vow to authority\n start_ms: 33400\n end_ms: 35320\n- text: See now, a sucker with a style just boring me\n start_ms: 35320\n end_ms: 37640\n- text: So I show K.N.O.W\n start_ms: 37640\n end_ms: 39440\n- text: L.E.D.G.E. it might trouble you\n start_ms: 39440\n end_ms: 41800\n- text: Then I transform like a Decepticon\n start_ms: 41800\n end_ms: 43720\n- text: With a mic as a bomb\n start_ms: 43720\n end_ms: 45120\n- text: In my right palm. 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But I don't stay calm, so panic\n Others can't flow so they go schizophrenic\n You thought I dropped a dud in your face\n Until you taste the blood of the bass\n Then you faint, or better yet pass out\n When I'm on the mic, believe it's ass out\n You think you're raw, so we draw\n You lose, you're hung, you bite your tongue\n The whole town saw in awe as you strangle\n A noose on your neck, and you dangle\n From side to side in the blazing heat\n You're beat, you're dead, the boots fell off your feet\n You're turning red, it's said that your head burst\n And this is only the first verse, of the bomb\n\n Don't break up the fight let them rumble\n Over the years I've watched some go super-bad quick\n Now the smell of the pen has got them sick to the stomach\n Now ask yourself, who's stupid?\n I take funky funky beats and I loop it\n And pimp slap you in the face with the bass\n And the boom from the bomb that I drop\n Stop! 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fell off\n You feel you're turning red, it's said\n That your head burst\n And this is only the first verse\n Of the bomb\n Don't break up the fight let them rumble\n Over the years I've watched some go super-bad quick\n Now the smell of the pen has got them sick to the stomach\n Now ask yourself, who's stupid?\n I take funky funky beats and I loop it\n And pimp slap you in the face with the bass\n And the boom from the bomb that I drop\n Stop\n You have a flat top as a fashion\n I love Black women with a passion\n But when they gotta go and show their ass in\n I gotta clown the hoes, yeah\n You gotta watch the ones with the big derrieres\n They'll steer you wrong\n Ice Cube's got it going on, hit me\n For the gangster boogie two times for the gangster rhyme\n The system ain't wholesome\n They want to put a young brother in Folsom\n And others see me on lockdown\n But I come up foul then they get knocked out, word\n To the brother that rolls the herb\n Everybody getting knocked to the curb like that\n Jinx got the gat, and it's a fact\n He'll kick a funky beat to peel your cap\n Now who's the mack?\n Who's the hoe?\n Who's the trick?\n I got many, many styles won't you take a pick\n But don't be alarmed\n When I trip and stumble and fumble\n And drop the (rewind)\n Drop the bomb\n I'm solo, you ask how I'm living\n Still dropping more shit than a pigeon\n With the L, the E, the N, the C, the H,\n The M, the O, the B, the great\n Lyrics that make the beat swing and I gotcha\n It's the hip-hopper that don't like coppers\n And if you try to upset the pot son\n You get kicked in the chest like a shotgun\n I make the beats, I make the breaks\n I make the rhymes that make you shake\n Make you find\n Ice Cube never caught in the middle\n I make shit to kick you in the ass a little\n And still never hesitate to stutter step\n Or bust a repitition on the mic\n Still dissing all the hype\n From left to right\n How many left to fight?\n So what that Lench Mob 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You have a flat top as a fashion\nI love Black women with a passion\nBut when they gotta go and show their ass in\nI gotta clown the hoes, yeah\nYou gotta watch the ones with the big derrieres\nThey'll steer you wrong\nIce Cube's got it going on, hit me\nFor the gangster boogie two times for the gangster rhymes\nAnd since i ain't wholesome\nThey want to put a young brother in Folsom\nThey'd rather see me on lockdown\nBut I come up foul then they get knocked out, word\nTo the brother that rolls the herb\nEverybody else getting knocked to the curb like that\nJinx got the gat, and it's a fact\nHe'll kick a funky beat to peel your cap\nNow who's the mack? Who's the ho? 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the gat, and it's a fact\n He'll kick a funky beat to peel your cap\n Now who's the mack?\n Who's the hoe?\n Who's the trick?\n I got many, many styles won't you take a pick\n But don't be alarmed\n When I trip and stumble and fumble\n And drop the (rewind)\n Drop the bomb\n\n I'm solo, you ask how I'm living\n Still dropping more shit than a pigeon\n With the L, the E, the N, the C, the H,\n The M, the O, the B, the great\n Lyrics that make the beat swing and I gotcha\n It's the hip-hopper that don't like coppers\n And if you try to upset the pot son\n You get kicked in the chest like a shotgun\n I make the beats, I make the breaks\n I make the rhymes that make you shake\n Make you find\n Ice Cube never caught in the middle\n I make shit to kick you in the ass a little\n And still never hesitate to stutter step\n Or bust a repitition on the mic\n Still dissing all the hype\n From left to right\n How many left to fight?\n So what that Lench Mob like?\n"},{"id":19879230,"name":"The 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you're dead, the fools fell off\nYou feel you're turning red, it's said\nThat your head burst\nAnd this is only the first verse\nOf the bomb\n\nDon't break up the fight let them rumble\nOver the years I've watched some go super-bad quick\nNow the smell of the pen has got them sick to the stomach\nNow ask yourself, who's stupid?\nI take funky funky beats and I loop it\nAnd pimp slap you in the face with the bass\nAnd the boom from the bomb that I drop\nStop\nYou have a flat top as a fashion\nI love Black women with a passion\nBut when they gotta go and show their ass in\nI gotta clown the hoes, yeah\nYou gotta watch the ones with the big derrieres\nThey'll steer you wrong\nIce Cube's got it going on, hit me\nFor the gangster boogie two times for the gangster rhyme\nThe system ain't wholesome\nThey want to put a young brother in Folsom\nAnd others see me on lockdown\nBut I come up foul then they get knocked out, word\nTo the brother that rolls the herb\nEverybody getting knocked to the 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knocked out, word\n To the brother that rolls the herb\n Everybody getting knocked to the curb like that\n Jinx got the gat, and it's a fact\n He'll kick a funky beat to peel your cap\n Now who's the mack?\n Who's the hoe?\n Who's the trick?\n I got many, many styles won't you take a pick\n But don't be alarmed\n When I trip and stumble and fumble\n And drop the (rewind)\n Drop the bomb\n\n I'm solo, you ask how I'm living\n Still dropping more shit than a pigeon\n With the L, the E, the N, the C, the H,\n The M, the O, the B, the great\n Lyrics that make the beat swing and I gotcha\n It's the hip-hopper that don't like coppers\n And if you try to upset the pot son\n You get kicked in the chest like a shotgun\n I make the beats, I make the breaks\n I make the rhymes that make you shake\n Make you find\n Ice Cube never caught in the middle\n I make shit to kick you in the ass a little\n And still never hesitate to stutter step\n Or bust a repitition on the mic\n Still dissing all the hype\n From left to right\n How many left to fight?\n So what that Lench Mob like?\n"},{"id":17775661,"name":"The Bomb","trackName":"The Bomb","artistName":"Ice Cube","albumName":"AmeriKKKa's Most Wanted (2003 Remaster)","duration":207.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"It's like a holocaust to the boss when i toss\ntoo much knowledge kicked then you're lost\nin a shuffle of feet jinx the fiddler\nand i control your mind like hitler\n\nyou bow and vow to authority\nsee now a sucker with a style just boring me\nso i show k.n.o.w.\nl.e.d.g.e. it might trouble you\n\nthen i transform like a decepticon\nwith a mic as a bomb\nin my right palm\nbut i don't stay calm\n\nso panic\nothers can't flow so they go schizophrenic\nyou thought i dropped a dud in your face\nuntil you taste the blood of the bass\n\nthen you faint, or better yet pass out\nwhen i'm on the mic, believe it's ass out\nyou think you're raw so you draw\n\nyou lose, you're hung, you bite your tongue\nthe whole town saw in awe as you strangle\na noose on your neck, and you dangle\nfrom side to side in the blazing heat\nyou're beat, you're dead, the fools fell off\nyou feel you're turning red, it's said\n\nthat your head burst\nand this is only the first verse\nof the bomb\n\n(break)\nDon't break up the fight let them rumble\nover the years i've watched some go super-bad quick\n\nnow the smell of the pen has got them sick to the stomach\nnow ask yourself, who's stupid?\ni take funky funky beats and i loop it\nand pimp slap you in the face with the bass\n\nand the boom from the bomb that i drop\nstop\nyou have a flat top as a fashion\ni love black women with a passion\n\nbut when they gotta go and show their ass in\ni gotta clown the hoes, yeah\nyou gotta watch the ones with the big derrieres\nthey'll steer you wrong\n\nice cube's got it going on, hit me\nfor the gangster boogie two times for the gangster rhyme\nthe system ain't wholesome\nthey want to put a young brother in folsom\n\nand 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so you draw\n\n you lose, you're hung, you bite your tongue\n the whole town saw in awe as you strangle\n a noose on your neck, and you dangle\n from side to side in the blazing heat\n you're beat, you're dead, the fools fell off\n you feel you're turning red, it's said\n\n that your head burst\n and this is only the first verse\n of the bomb\n\n (break)\n Don't break up the fight let them rumble\n over the years i've watched some go super-bad quick\n\n now the smell of the pen has got them sick to the stomach\n now ask yourself, who's stupid?\n i take funky funky beats and i loop it\n and pimp slap you in the face with the bass\n\n and the boom from the bomb that i drop\n stop\n you have a flat top as a fashion\n i love black women with a passion\n\n but when they gotta go and show their ass in\n i gotta clown the hoes, yeah\n you gotta watch the ones with the big derrieres\n they'll steer you wrong\n\n ice cube's got it going on, hit me\n for the gangster boogie two times for the gangster rhyme\n the system ain't wholesome\n they want to put a young brother in folsom\n\n and others see me on lockdown\n but i come up foul then they get knocked out, word\n to the brother that rolls the herb\n everybody getting knocked to the curb like that\n\n jinx got the gat, and it's a fact\n he'll kick a funky beat to peel your cap\n now who's the mack?\n who's the hoe?\n who's the trick?\n\n i got many, many styles won't you take a pick\n but don't be alarmed\n\n when i trip and stumble and fumble\n and drop the (rewind)\n drop the bomb\n (break)\n\n I'm solo, you ask how i'm living\n still dropping more shit than a pigeon\n with the l, the e, the n, the c, the h,\n the m, the o, the b, the great\n lyrics that make the beat swing and i gotcha\n it's the hip-hopper that don't like coppers\n and if you try to upset the pot son\n you get kicked in the chest like a shotgun\n i make the beats, i make the breaks\n i make the rhymes that make you shake\n make you find\n ice cube never caught in the middle\n i make shit to kick you in the ass a little\n and still never hesitate to stutter step\n or bust a repitition on the mic\n still dissing all the hype\n from left to right\n how many left to fight?\n so what that lench mob like?\n"},{"id":15739519,"name":"The Bomb","trackName":"The Bomb","artistName":"Ice Cube","albumName":"Amerikkka's Most Wanted (Re-Is","duration":207.237542,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"It's like a holocaust to the boss when i toss\ntoo much knowledge kicked then you're lost\nin a shuffle of feet jinx the fiddler\nand i control your mind like hitler\n\nyou bow and vow to authority\nsee now a sucker with a style just boring me\nso i show k.n.o.w.\nl.e.d.g.e. it might trouble you\n\nthen i transform like a decepticon\nwith a mic as a bomb\nin my right palm\nbut i don't stay calm\n\nso panic\nothers can't flow so they go schizophrenic\nyou thought i dropped a dud in your face\nuntil you taste the blood of the bass\n\nthen you faint, or better yet pass out\nwhen i'm on the mic, believe it's ass out\nyou think you're raw so you draw\n\nyou lose, you're hung, you bite your tongue\nthe whole town saw in awe as you strangle\na noose on your neck, and you dangle\nfrom side to side in the blazing heat\nyou're beat, you're dead, the fools fell off\nyou feel you're turning red, it's said\n\nthat your head burst\nand this is only the first verse\nof the bomb\n\n(break)\nDon't break up the fight let them rumble\nover the years i've watched some go super-bad quick\n\nnow the smell of the pen has got them sick to the stomach\nnow ask yourself, who's stupid?\ni take funky funky beats and i loop it\nand pimp slap you in the face with the bass\n\nand the boom from the bomb that i drop\nstop\nyou have a flat top as a fashion\ni love black women with a passion\n\nbut when they gotta go and show their ass in\ni gotta clown the hoes, yeah\nyou gotta watch the ones with the big derrieres\nthey'll steer you wrong\n\nice cube's got it going on, hit me\nfor the gangster boogie two times for the gangster rhyme\nthe system ain't wholesome\nthey want to put a young brother in folsom\n\nand others see me on lockdown\nbut i come up foul then they get knocked out, word\nto the brother that rolls the herb\neverybody getting knocked to the curb like that\n\njinx got the gat, and it's a fact\nhe'll kick a funky beat to peel your cap\nnow who's the mack?\nwho's the hoe?\nwho's the trick?\n\ni got many, many styles won't you take a pick\nbut don't be alarmed\n\nwhen i trip and stumble and fumble\nand drop the (rewind)\ndrop the bomb\n(break)\n\nI'm solo, you ask how i'm living\nstill dropping more shit than a pigeon\nwith the l, the e, the n, the c, the h,\nthe m, the o, the b, the great\nlyrics that make the beat swing and i gotcha\nit's the hip-hopper that don't like coppers\nand if you try to upset the pot son\nyou get kicked in the chest like a shotgun\ni make the beats, i make the breaks\ni make the rhymes that make you shake\nmake you find\nice cube never caught in the middle\ni make shit to kick you in the ass a little\nand still never hesitate to stutter step\nor bust a repitition on the mic\nstill dissing all the hype\nfrom left to right\nhow many left to fight?\nso what that lench mob like?","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: The Bomb\n artist: Ice Cube\n album: Amerikkka's Most Wanted (Re-Is\n duration_ms: 207238\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n It's like a holocaust to the boss when i toss\n too much knowledge kicked then you're lost\n in a shuffle of feet jinx the fiddler\n and i control your mind like hitler\n\n you bow and vow to authority\n see now a sucker with a style just boring me\n so i show k.n.o.w.\n l.e.d.g.e. it might trouble you\n\n then i transform like a decepticon\n with a mic as a bomb\n in my right palm\n but i don't stay calm\n\n so panic\n others can't flow so they go schizophrenic\n you thought i dropped a dud in your face\n until you taste the blood of the bass\n\n then you faint, or better yet pass out\n when i'm on the mic, believe it's ass out\n you think you're raw so you draw\n\n you lose, you're hung, you bite your tongue\n the whole town saw in awe as you strangle\n a noose on your neck, and you dangle\n from side to side in the blazing heat\n you're beat, you're dead, the fools fell off\n you feel you're turning red, it's said\n\n that your head burst\n and this is only the first verse\n of the bomb\n\n (break)\n Don't break up the fight let them rumble\n over the years i've watched some go super-bad quick\n\n now the smell of the pen has got them sick to the stomach\n now ask yourself, who's stupid?\n i take funky funky beats and i loop it\n and pimp slap you in the face with the bass\n\n and the boom from the bomb that i drop\n stop\n you have a flat top as a fashion\n i love black women with a passion\n\n but when they gotta go and show their ass in\n i gotta clown the hoes, yeah\n you gotta watch the ones with the big derrieres\n they'll steer you wrong\n\n ice cube's got it going on, hit me\n for the gangster boogie two times for the gangster rhyme\n the system ain't wholesome\n they want to put a young brother in folsom\n\n and others see me on lockdown\n but i come up foul then they get knocked out, word\n to the brother that rolls the herb\n everybody getting knocked to the curb like that\n\n jinx got the gat, and it's a fact\n he'll kick a funky beat to peel your cap\n now who's the mack?\n who's the hoe?\n who's the trick?\n\n i got many, many styles won't you take a pick\n but don't be alarmed\n\n when i trip and stumble and fumble\n and drop the (rewind)\n drop the bomb\n (break)\n\n I'm solo, you ask how i'm living\n still dropping more shit than a pigeon\n with the l, the e, the n, the c, the h,\n the m, the o, the b, the great\n lyrics that make the beat swing and i gotcha\n it's the hip-hopper that don't like coppers\n and if you try to upset the pot son\n you get kicked in the chest like a shotgun\n i make the beats, i make the breaks\n i make the rhymes that make you shake\n make you find\n ice cube never caught in the middle\n i make shit to kick you in the ass a little\n and still never hesitate to stutter step\n or bust a repitition on the mic\n still dissing all the hype\n from left to right\n how many left to fight?\n so what that lench mob like?\n"},{"id":23844142,"name":"The Bomb","trackName":"The Bomb","artistName":"Ice Cube","albumName":"AmeriKKKa's Most Wanted [Bonus Tracks]","duration":206.657562,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"It's like a holocaust to the boss when I toss\nToo much knowledge kicked then you're lost\nIn a shuffle of feet, Jinx the fiddler\nAnd I control your mind like Hitler\nYou bow and vow to authority\nSee now, a sucker with a style just boring me\nSo I show K.N.O.W.\nL.E.D.G.E. it might trouble you\nThen I transform like a Decepticon\nWith a mic as a bomb\nIn my right palm\nBut I don't stay calm\nSo panic\nOthers can't flow so they go schizophrenic\nYou thought I dropped a dud in your face\nUntil you taste the blood of the bass\nThen you faint, or better yet pass out\nWhen I'm on the mic, believe it's ass out\nYou think you're raw so you draw\nYou lose, you're hung, you bite your tongue\nThe whole town saw in awe as you strangle\nA noose on your neck, and you dangle\nFrom side to side in the blazing heat\nYou're beat, you're dead, the fools fell off\nYou feel you're turning red, it's said\nThat your head burst\nAnd this is only the first verse\nOf the bomb\n\nDon't break up the fight let them rumble\nOver the years I've watched some go super-bad quick\nNow the smell of the pen has got them sick to the stomach\nNow ask yourself, who's stupid?\nI take funky funky beats and I loop it\nAnd pimp slap you in the face with the bass\nAnd the boom from the bomb that I drop\nStop\nYou have a flat top as a fashion\nI love Black women with a passion\nBut when they gotta go and show their ass in\nI gotta clown the hoes, yeah\nYou gotta watch the ones with the big derrieres\nThey'll steer you wrong\nIce Cube's got it going on, hit me\nFor the gangster boogie two times for the gangster rhyme\nThe system ain't wholesome\nThey want to put a young brother in Folsom\nAnd others see me on lockdown\nBut I come up foul then they get knocked out, word\nTo the brother that rolls the herb\nEverybody getting knocked to the curb like that\nJinx got the gat, and it's a fact\nHe'll kick a funky beat to peel your cap\nNow who's the mack?\nWho's the hoe?\nWho's the trick?\nI got many, many styles won't you take a pick\nBut don't be alarmed\nWhen I trip and stumble and fumble\nAnd drop the (rewind)\nDrop the bomb\n\nI'm solo, you ask how I'm living\nStill dropping more shit than a pigeon\nWith the L, the E, the N, the C, the H,\nThe M, the O, the B, the great\nLyrics that make the beat swing and I gotcha\nIt's the hip-hopper that don't like coppers\nAnd if you try to upset the pot son\nYou get kicked in the chest like a shotgun\nI make the beats, I make the breaks\nI make the rhymes that make you shake\nMake you find\nIce Cube never caught in the middle\nI make shit to kick you in the ass a little\nAnd still never hesitate to stutter step\nOr bust a repitition on the mic\nStill dissing all the hype\nFrom left to right\nHow many left to fight?\nSo what that Lench Mob like?","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: The Bomb\n artist: Ice Cube\n album: AmeriKKKa's Most Wanted [Bonus Tracks]\n duration_ms: 206658\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n It's like a holocaust to the boss when I toss\n Too much knowledge kicked then you're lost\n In a shuffle of feet, Jinx the fiddler\n And I control your mind like Hitler\n You bow and vow to authority\n See now, a sucker with a style just boring me\n So I show K.N.O.W.\n L.E.D.G.E. it might trouble you\n Then I transform like a Decepticon\n With a mic as a bomb\n In my right palm\n But I don't stay calm\n So panic\n Others can't flow so they go schizophrenic\n You thought I dropped a dud in your face\n Until you taste the blood of the bass\n Then you faint, or better yet pass out\n When I'm on the mic, believe it's ass out\n You think you're raw so you draw\n You lose, you're hung, you bite your tongue\n The whole town saw in awe as you strangle\n A noose on your neck, and you dangle\n From side to side in the blazing heat\n You're beat, you're dead, the fools fell off\n You feel you're turning red, it's said\n That your head burst\n And this is only the first verse\n Of the bomb\n\n Don't break up the fight let them rumble\n Over the years I've watched some go super-bad quick\n Now the smell of the pen has got them sick to the stomach\n Now ask yourself, who's stupid?\n I take funky funky beats and I loop it\n And pimp slap you in the face with the bass\n And the boom from the bomb that I drop\n Stop\n You have a flat top as a fashion\n I love Black women with a passion\n But when they gotta go and show their ass in\n I gotta clown the hoes, yeah\n You gotta watch the ones with the big derrieres\n They'll steer you wrong\n Ice Cube's got it going on, hit me\n For the gangster boogie two times for the gangster rhyme\n The system ain't wholesome\n They want to put a young brother in Folsom\n And others see me on lockdown\n But I come up foul then they get knocked out, word\n To the brother that rolls the herb\n Everybody getting knocked to the curb like that\n Jinx got the gat, and it's a fact\n He'll kick a funky beat to peel your cap\n Now who's the mack?\n Who's the hoe?\n Who's the trick?\n I got many, many styles won't you take a pick\n But don't be alarmed\n When I trip and stumble and fumble\n And drop the (rewind)\n Drop the bomb\n\n I'm solo, you ask how I'm living\n Still dropping more shit than a pigeon\n With the L, the E, the N, the C, the H,\n The M, the O, the B, the great\n Lyrics that make the beat swing and I gotcha\n It's the hip-hopper that don't like coppers\n And if you try to upset the pot son\n You get kicked in the chest like a shotgun\n I make the beats, I make the breaks\n I make the rhymes that make you shake\n Make you find\n Ice Cube never caught in the middle\n I make shit to kick you in the ass a little\n And still never hesitate to stutter step\n Or bust a repitition on the mic\n Still dissing all the hype\n From left to right\n How many left to fight?\n So what that Lench Mob like?\n"},{"id":22505737,"name":"The Bomb","trackName":"The Bomb","artistName":"Ice Cube","albumName":"Amerikkk's Most Wanted","duration":205.35495,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"It's like a holocaust to the boss when I toss\nToo much knowledge kicked then you're lost\nIn a shuffle of feet, Jinx the fiddler\nAnd I control your mind like Hitler\nYou bow and vow to authority\nSee now, a sucker with a style just boring me\nSo I show K.N.O.W.\nL.E.D.G.E. it might trouble you\nThen I transform like a Decepticon\nWith a mic as a bomb\nIn my right palm\nBut I don't stay calm\nSo panic\nOthers can't flow so they go schizophrenic\nYou thought I dropped a dud in your face\nUntil you taste the blood of the bass\nThen you faint, or better yet pass out\nWhen I'm on the mic, believe it's ass out\nYou think you're raw so you draw\nYou lose, you're hung, you bite your tongue\nThe whole town saw in awe as you strangle\nA noose on your neck, and you dangle\nFrom side to side in the blazing heat\nYou're beat, you're dead, the fools fell off\nYou feel you're turning red, it's said\nThat your head burst\nAnd this is only the first verse\nOf the bomb\n\nDon't break up the fight let them rumble\nOver the years I've watched some go super-bad quick\nNow the smell of the pen has got them sick to the stomach\nNow ask yourself, who's stupid?\nI take funky funky beats and I loop it\nAnd pimp slap you in the face with the bass\nAnd the boom from the bomb that I drop\nStop\nYou have a flat top as a fashion\nI love Black women with a passion\nBut when they gotta go and show their ass in\nI gotta clown the hoes, yeah\nYou gotta watch the ones with the big derrieres\nThey'll steer you wrong\nIce Cube's got it going on, hit me\nFor the gangster boogie two times for the gangster rhyme\nThe system ain't wholesome\nThey want to put a young brother in Folsom\nAnd others see me on lockdown\nBut I come up foul then they get knocked out, word\nTo the brother that rolls the herb\nEverybody getting knocked to the curb like that\nJinx got the gat, and it's a fact\nHe'll kick a funky beat to peel your cap\nNow who's the mack?\nWho's the hoe?\nWho's the trick?\nI got many, many styles won't you take a pick\nBut don't be alarmed\nWhen I trip and stumble and fumble\nAnd drop the (rewind)\nDrop the bomb\n\nI'm solo, you ask how I'm living\nStill dropping more shit than a pigeon\nWith the L, the E, the N, the C, the H,\nThe M, the O, the B, the great\nLyrics that make the beat swing and I gotcha\nIt's the hip-hopper that don't like coppers\nAnd if you try to upset the pot son\nYou get kicked in the chest like a shotgun\nI make the beats, I make the breaks\nI make the rhymes that make you shake\nMake you find\nIce Cube never caught in the middle\nI make shit to kick you in the ass a little\nAnd still never hesitate to stutter step\nOr bust a repitition on the mic\nStill dissing all the hype\nFrom left to right\nHow many left to fight?\nSo what that Lench Mob like?","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: The Bomb\n artist: Ice Cube\n album: Amerikkk's Most Wanted\n duration_ms: 205355\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n It's like a holocaust to the boss when I toss\n Too much knowledge kicked then you're lost\n In a shuffle of feet, Jinx the fiddler\n And I control your mind like Hitler\n You bow and vow to authority\n See now, a sucker with a style just boring me\n So I show K.N.O.W.\n L.E.D.G.E. it might trouble you\n Then I transform like a Decepticon\n With a mic as a bomb\n In my right palm\n But I don't stay calm\n So panic\n Others can't flow so they go schizophrenic\n You thought I dropped a dud in your face\n Until you taste the blood of the bass\n Then you faint, or better yet pass out\n When I'm on the mic, believe it's ass out\n You think you're raw so you draw\n You lose, you're hung, you bite your tongue\n The whole town saw in awe as you strangle\n A noose on your neck, and you dangle\n From side to side in the blazing heat\n You're beat, you're dead, the fools fell off\n You feel you're turning red, it's said\n That your head burst\n And this is only the first verse\n Of the bomb\n\n Don't break up the fight let them rumble\n Over the years I've watched some go super-bad quick\n Now the smell of the pen has got them sick to the stomach\n Now ask yourself, who's stupid?\n I take funky funky beats and I loop it\n And pimp slap you in the face with the bass\n And the boom from the bomb that I drop\n Stop\n You have a flat top as a fashion\n I love Black women with a passion\n But when they gotta go and show their ass in\n I gotta clown the hoes, yeah\n You gotta watch the ones with the big derrieres\n They'll steer you wrong\n Ice Cube's got it going on, hit me\n For the gangster boogie two times for the gangster rhyme\n The system ain't wholesome\n They want to put a young brother in Folsom\n And others see me on lockdown\n But I come up foul then they get knocked out, word\n To the brother that rolls the herb\n Everybody getting knocked to the curb like that\n Jinx got the gat, and it's a fact\n He'll kick a funky beat to peel your cap\n Now who's the mack?\n Who's the hoe?\n Who's the trick?\n I got many, many styles won't you take a pick\n But don't be alarmed\n When I trip and stumble and fumble\n And drop the (rewind)\n Drop the bomb\n\n I'm solo, you ask how I'm living\n Still dropping more shit than a pigeon\n With the L, the E, the N, the C, the H,\n The M, the O, the B, the great\n Lyrics that make the beat swing and I gotcha\n It's the hip-hopper that don't like coppers\n And if you try to upset the pot son\n You get kicked in the chest like a shotgun\n I make the beats, I make the breaks\n I make the rhymes that make you shake\n Make you find\n Ice Cube never caught in the middle\n I make shit to kick you in the ass a little\n And still never hesitate to stutter step\n Or bust a repitition on the mic\n Still dissing all the hype\n From left to right\n How many left to fight?\n So what that Lench Mob like?\n"},{"id":22030383,"name":"The Bomb","trackName":"The Bomb","artistName":"Ice Cube","albumName":"AmeriKKKa's Most Wanted","duration":326.7251712,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"It's like a holocaust to the boss when I toss\nToo much knowledge kicked then you're lost\nIn a shuffle of feet, Jinx the fiddler\nAnd I control your mind like Hitler\nYou bow and vow to authority\nSee now, a sucker with a style just boring me\nSo I show K.N.O.W.\nL.E.D.G.E. it might trouble you\nThen I transform like a Decepticon\nWith a mic as a bomb\nIn my right palm\nBut I don't stay calm\nSo panic\nOthers can't flow so they go schizophrenic\nYou thought I dropped a dud in your face\nUntil you taste the blood of the bass\nThen you faint, or better yet pass out\nWhen I'm on the mic, believe it's ass out\nYou think you're raw so you draw\nYou lose, you're hung, you bite your tongue\nThe whole town saw in awe as you strangle\nA noose on your neck, and you dangle\nFrom side to side in the blazing heat\nYou're beat, you're dead, the fools fell off\nYou feel you're turning red, it's said\nThat your head burst\nAnd this is only the first verse\nOf the bomb\n\nDon't break up the fight let them rumble\nOver the years I've watched some go super-bad quick\nNow the smell of the pen has got them sick to the stomach\nNow ask yourself, who's stupid?\nI take funky funky beats and I loop it\nAnd pimp slap you in the face with the bass\nAnd the boom from the bomb that I drop\nStop\nYou have a flat top as a fashion\nI love Black women with a passion\nBut when they gotta go and show their ass in\nI gotta clown the hoes, yeah\nYou gotta watch the ones with the big derrieres\nThey'll steer you wrong\nIce Cube's got it going on, hit me\nFor the gangster boogie two times for the gangster rhyme\nThe system ain't wholesome\nThey want to put a young brother in Folsom\nAnd others see me on lockdown\nBut I come up foul then they get knocked out, word\nTo the brother that rolls the herb\nEverybody getting knocked to the curb like that\nJinx got the gat, and it's a fact\nHe'll kick a funky beat to peel your cap\nNow who's the mack?\nWho's the hoe?\nWho's the trick?\nI got many, many styles won't you take a pick\nBut don't be alarmed\nWhen I trip and stumble and fumble\nAnd drop the (rewind)\nDrop the bomb\n\nI'm solo, you ask how I'm living\nStill dropping more shit than a pigeon\nWith the L, the E, the N, the C, the H,\nThe M, the O, the B, the great\nLyrics that make the beat swing and I gotcha\nIt's the hip-hopper that don't like coppers\nAnd if you try to upset the pot son\nYou get kicked in the chest like a shotgun\nI make the beats, I make the breaks\nI make the rhymes that make you shake\nMake you find\nIce Cube never caught in the middle\nI make shit to kick you in the ass a little\nAnd still never hesitate to stutter step\nOr bust a repitition on the mic\nStill dissing all the hype\nFrom left to right\nHow many left to fight?\nSo what that Lench Mob like?","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: The Bomb\n artist: Ice Cube\n album: AmeriKKKa's Most Wanted\n duration_ms: 326725\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n It's like a holocaust to the boss when I toss\n Too much knowledge kicked then you're lost\n In a shuffle of feet, Jinx the fiddler\n And I control your mind like Hitler\n You bow and vow to authority\n See now, a sucker with a style just boring me\n So I show K.N.O.W.\n L.E.D.G.E. it might trouble you\n Then I transform like a Decepticon\n With a mic as a bomb\n In my right palm\n But I don't stay calm\n So panic\n Others can't flow so they go schizophrenic\n You thought I dropped a dud in your face\n Until you taste the blood of the bass\n Then you faint, or better yet pass out\n When I'm on the mic, believe it's ass out\n You think you're raw so you draw\n You lose, you're hung, you bite your tongue\n The whole town saw in awe as you strangle\n A noose on your neck, and you dangle\n From side to side in the blazing heat\n You're beat, you're dead, the fools fell off\n You feel you're turning red, it's said\n That your head burst\n And this is only the first verse\n Of the bomb\n\n Don't break up the fight let them rumble\n Over the years I've watched some go super-bad quick\n Now the smell of the pen has got them sick to the stomach\n Now ask yourself, who's stupid?\n I take funky funky beats and I loop it\n And pimp slap you in the face with the bass\n And the boom from the bomb that I drop\n Stop\n You have a flat top as a fashion\n I love Black women with a passion\n But when they gotta go and show their ass in\n I gotta clown the hoes, yeah\n You gotta watch the ones with the big derrieres\n They'll steer you wrong\n Ice Cube's got it going on, hit me\n For the gangster boogie two times for the gangster rhyme\n The system ain't wholesome\n They want to put a young brother in Folsom\n And others see me on lockdown\n But I come up foul then they get knocked out, word\n To the brother that rolls the herb\n Everybody getting knocked to the curb like that\n Jinx got the gat, and it's a fact\n He'll kick a funky beat to peel your cap\n Now who's the mack?\n Who's the hoe?\n Who's the trick?\n I got many, many styles won't you take a pick\n But don't be alarmed\n When I trip and stumble and fumble\n And drop the (rewind)\n Drop the bomb\n\n I'm solo, you ask how I'm living\n Still dropping more shit than a pigeon\n With the L, the E, the N, the C, the H,\n The M, the O, the B, the great\n Lyrics that make the beat swing and I gotcha\n It's the hip-hopper that don't like coppers\n And if you try to upset the pot son\n You get kicked in the chest like a shotgun\n I make the beats, I make the breaks\n I make the rhymes that make you shake\n Make you find\n Ice Cube never caught in the middle\n I make shit to kick you in the ass a little\n And still never hesitate to stutter step\n Or bust a repitition on the mic\n Still dissing all the hype\n From left to right\n How many left to fight?\n So what that Lench Mob like?\n"},{"id":21630706,"name":"The Bomb","trackName":"The Bomb","artistName":"Ice Cube","albumName":"Amerikkka's Most Wanted - Kill At Will (Ep)","duration":207.26385,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"It's like a holocaust to the boss when I toss\nToo much knowledge kicked then you're lost\nIn a shuffle of feet, Jinx the fiddler\nAnd I control your mind like Hitler\nYou bow and vow to authority\nSee now, a sucker with a style just boring me\nSo I show K.N.O.W.\nL.E.D.G.E. it might trouble you\nThen I transform like a Decepticon\nWith a mic as a bomb\nIn my right palm\nBut I don't stay calm\nSo panic\nOthers can't flow so they go schizophrenic\nYou thought I dropped a dud in your face\nUntil you taste the blood of the bass\nThen you faint, or better yet pass out\nWhen I'm on the mic, believe it's ass out\nYou think you're raw so you draw\nYou lose, you're hung, you bite your tongue\nThe whole town saw in awe as you strangle\nA noose on your neck, and you dangle\nFrom side to side in the blazing heat\nYou're beat, you're dead, the fools fell off\nYou feel you're turning red, it's said\nThat your head burst\nAnd this is only the first verse\nOf the bomb\n\nDon't break up the fight let them rumble\nOver the years I've watched some go super-bad quick\nNow the smell of the pen has got them sick to the stomach\nNow ask yourself, who's stupid?\nI take funky funky beats and I loop it\nAnd pimp slap you in the face with the bass\nAnd the boom from the bomb that I drop\nStop\nYou have a flat top as a fashion\nI love Black women with a passion\nBut when they gotta go and show their ass in\nI gotta clown the hoes, yeah\nYou gotta watch the ones with the big derrieres\nThey'll steer you wrong\nIce Cube's got it going on, hit me\nFor the gangster boogie two times for the gangster rhyme\nThe system ain't wholesome\nThey want to put a young brother in Folsom\nAnd others see me on lockdown\nBut I come up foul then they get knocked out, word\nTo the brother that rolls the herb\nEverybody getting knocked to the curb like that\nJinx got the gat, and it's a fact\nHe'll kick a funky beat to peel your cap\nNow who's the mack?\nWho's the hoe?\nWho's the trick?\nI got many, many styles won't you take a pick\nBut don't be alarmed\nWhen I trip and stumble and fumble\nAnd drop the (rewind)\nDrop the bomb\n\nI'm solo, you ask how I'm living\nStill dropping more shit than a pigeon\nWith the L, the E, the N, the C, the H,\nThe M, the O, the B, the great\nLyrics that make the beat swing and I gotcha\nIt's the hip-hopper that don't like coppers\nAnd if you try to upset the pot son\nYou get kicked in the chest like a shotgun\nI make the beats, I make the breaks\nI make the rhymes that make you shake\nMake you find\nIce Cube never caught in the middle\nI make shit to kick you in the ass a little\nAnd still never hesitate to stutter step\nOr bust a repitition on the mic\nStill dissing all the hype\nFrom left to right\nHow many left to fight?\nSo what that Lench Mob like?","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: The Bomb\n artist: Ice Cube\n album: Amerikkka's Most Wanted - Kill At Will (Ep)\n duration_ms: 207264\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n It's like a holocaust to the boss when I toss\n Too much knowledge kicked then you're lost\n In a shuffle of feet, Jinx the fiddler\n And I control your mind like Hitler\n You bow and vow to authority\n See now, a sucker with a style just boring me\n So I show K.N.O.W.\n L.E.D.G.E. it might trouble you\n Then I transform like a Decepticon\n With a mic as a bomb\n In my right palm\n But I don't stay calm\n So panic\n Others can't flow so they go schizophrenic\n You thought I dropped a dud in your face\n Until you taste the blood of the bass\n Then you faint, or better yet pass out\n When I'm on the mic, believe it's ass out\n You think you're raw so you draw\n You lose, you're hung, you bite your tongue\n The whole town saw in awe as you strangle\n A noose on your neck, and you dangle\n From side to side in the blazing heat\n You're beat, you're dead, the fools fell off\n You feel you're turning red, it's said\n That your head burst\n And this is only the first verse\n Of the bomb\n\n Don't break up the fight let them rumble\n Over the years I've watched some go super-bad quick\n Now the smell of the pen has got them sick to the stomach\n Now ask yourself, who's stupid?\n I take funky funky beats and I loop it\n And pimp slap you in the face with the bass\n And the boom from the bomb that I drop\n Stop\n You have a flat top as a fashion\n I love Black women with a passion\n But when they gotta go and show their ass in\n I gotta clown the hoes, yeah\n You gotta watch the ones with the big derrieres\n They'll steer you wrong\n Ice Cube's got it going on, hit me\n For the gangster boogie two times for the gangster rhyme\n The system ain't wholesome\n They want to put a young brother in Folsom\n And others see me on lockdown\n But I come up foul then they get knocked out, word\n To the brother that rolls the herb\n Everybody getting knocked to the curb like that\n Jinx got the gat, and it's a fact\n He'll kick a funky beat to peel your cap\n Now who's the mack?\n Who's the hoe?\n Who's the trick?\n I got many, many styles won't you take a pick\n But don't be alarmed\n When I trip and stumble and fumble\n And drop the (rewind)\n Drop the bomb\n\n I'm solo, you ask how I'm living\n Still dropping more shit than a pigeon\n With the L, the E, the N, the C, the H,\n The M, the O, the B, the great\n Lyrics that make the beat swing and I gotcha\n It's the hip-hopper that don't like coppers\n And if you try to upset the pot son\n You get kicked in the chest like a shotgun\n I make the beats, I make the breaks\n I make the rhymes that make you shake\n Make you find\n Ice Cube never caught in the middle\n I make shit to kick you in the ass a little\n And still never hesitate to stutter step\n Or bust a repitition on the mic\n Still dissing all the hype\n From left to right\n How many left to fight?\n So what that Lench Mob like?\n"},{"id":23237729,"name":"The Bomb","trackName":"The Bomb","artistName":"Ice Cube","albumName":"AmeriKKKa's Most Wanted + Kill At Will","duration":207.2,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"It's like a holocaust to the boss when I toss\nToo much knowledge kicked then you're lost\nIn a shuffle of feet, Jinx the fiddler\nAnd I control your mind like Hitler\nYou bow and vow to authority\nSee now, a sucker with a style just boring me\nSo I show K.N.O.W.\nL.E.D.G.E. it might trouble you\nThen I transform like a Decepticon\nWith a mic as a bomb\nIn my right palm\nBut I don't stay calm\nSo panic\nOthers can't flow so they go schizophrenic\nYou thought I dropped a dud in your face\nUntil you taste the blood of the bass\nThen you faint, or better yet pass out\nWhen I'm on the mic, believe it's ass out\nYou think you're raw so you draw\nYou lose, you're hung, you bite your tongue\nThe whole town saw in awe as you strangle\nA noose on your neck, and you dangle\nFrom side to side in the blazing heat\nYou're beat, you're dead, the fools fell off\nYou feel you're turning red, it's said\nThat your head burst\nAnd this is only the first verse\nOf the bomb\n\nDon't break up the fight let them rumble\nOver the years I've watched some go super-bad quick\nNow the smell of the pen has got them sick to the stomach\nNow ask yourself, who's stupid?\nI take funky funky beats and I loop it\nAnd pimp slap you in the face with the bass\nAnd the boom from the bomb that I drop\nStop\nYou have a flat top as a fashion\nI love Black women with a passion\nBut when they gotta go and show their ass in\nI gotta clown the hoes, yeah\nYou gotta watch the ones with the big derrieres\nThey'll steer you wrong\nIce Cube's got it going on, hit me\nFor the gangster boogie two times for the gangster rhyme\nThe system ain't wholesome\nThey want to put a young brother in Folsom\nAnd others see me on lockdown\nBut I come up foul then they get knocked out, word\nTo the brother that rolls the herb\nEverybody getting knocked to the curb like that\nJinx got the gat, and it's a fact\nHe'll kick a funky beat to peel your cap\nNow who's the mack?\nWho's the hoe?\nWho's the trick?\nI got many, many styles won't you take a pick\nBut don't be alarmed\nWhen I trip and stumble and fumble\nAnd drop the (rewind)\nDrop the bomb\n\nI'm solo, you ask how I'm living\nStill dropping more shit than a pigeon\nWith the L, the E, the N, the C, the H,\nThe M, the O, the B, the great\nLyrics that make the beat swing and I gotcha\nIt's the hip-hopper that don't like coppers\nAnd if you try to upset the pot son\nYou get kicked in the chest like a shotgun\nI make the beats, I make the breaks\nI make the rhymes that make you shake\nMake you find\nIce Cube never caught in the middle\nI make shit to kick you in the ass a little\nAnd still never hesitate to stutter step\nOr bust a repitition on the mic\nStill dissing all the hype\nFrom left to right\nHow many left to fight?\nSo what that Lench Mob like?","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: The Bomb\n artist: Ice Cube\n album: AmeriKKKa's Most Wanted + Kill At Will\n duration_ms: 207200\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n It's like a holocaust to the boss when I toss\n Too much knowledge kicked then you're lost\n In a shuffle of feet, Jinx the fiddler\n And I control your mind like Hitler\n You bow and vow to authority\n See now, a sucker with a style just boring me\n So I show K.N.O.W.\n L.E.D.G.E. it might trouble you\n Then I transform like a Decepticon\n With a mic as a bomb\n In my right palm\n But I don't stay calm\n So panic\n Others can't flow so they go schizophrenic\n You thought I dropped a dud in your face\n Until you taste the blood of the bass\n Then you faint, or better yet pass out\n When I'm on the mic, believe it's ass out\n You think you're raw so you draw\n You lose, you're hung, you bite your tongue\n The whole town saw in awe as you strangle\n A noose on your neck, and you dangle\n From side to side in the blazing heat\n You're beat, you're dead, the fools fell off\n You feel you're turning red, it's said\n That your head burst\n And this is only the first verse\n Of the bomb\n\n Don't break up the fight let them rumble\n Over the years I've watched some go super-bad quick\n Now the smell of the pen has got them sick to the stomach\n Now ask yourself, who's stupid?\n I take funky funky beats and I loop it\n And pimp slap you in the face with the bass\n And the boom from the bomb that I drop\n Stop\n You have a flat top as a fashion\n I love Black women with a passion\n But when they gotta go and show their ass in\n I gotta clown the hoes, yeah\n You gotta watch the ones with the big derrieres\n They'll steer you wrong\n Ice Cube's got it going on, hit me\n For the gangster boogie two times for the gangster rhyme\n The system ain't wholesome\n They want to put a young brother in Folsom\n And others see me on lockdown\n But I come up foul then they get knocked out, word\n To the brother that rolls the herb\n Everybody getting knocked to the curb like that\n Jinx got the gat, and it's a fact\n He'll kick a funky beat to peel your cap\n Now who's the mack?\n Who's the hoe?\n Who's the trick?\n I got many, many styles won't you take a pick\n But don't be alarmed\n When I trip and stumble and fumble\n And drop the (rewind)\n Drop the bomb\n\n I'm solo, you ask how I'm living\n Still dropping more shit than a pigeon\n With the L, the E, the N, the C, the H,\n The M, the O, the B, the great\n Lyrics that make the beat swing and I gotcha\n It's the hip-hopper that don't like coppers\n And if you try to upset the pot son\n You get kicked in the chest like a shotgun\n I make the beats, I make the breaks\n I make the rhymes that make you shake\n Make you find\n Ice Cube never caught in the middle\n I make shit to kick you in the ass a little\n And still never hesitate to stutter step\n Or bust a repitition on the mic\n Still dissing all the hype\n From left to right\n How many left to fight?\n So what that Lench Mob like?\n"},{"id":13076353,"name":"The Bomb","trackName":"The Bomb","artistName":"Ice Cube","albumName":"AmeriKKKa’s Most Wanted","duration":207.20645,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"It's like a holocaust to the boss when i toss\ntoo much knowledge kicked then you're lost\nin a shuffle of feet jinx the fiddler\nand i control your mind like hitler\n\nyou bow and vow to authority\nsee now a sucker with a style just boring me\nso i show k.n.o.w.\nl.e.d.g.e. it might trouble you\n\nthen i transform like a decepticon\nwith a mic as a bomb\nin my right palm\nbut i don't stay calm\n\nso panic\nothers can't flow so they go schizophrenic\nyou thought i dropped a dud in your face\nuntil you taste the blood of the bass\n\nthen you faint, or better yet pass out\nwhen i'm on the mic, believe it's ass out\nyou think you're raw so you draw\n\nyou lose, you're hung, you bite your tongue\nthe whole town saw in awe as you strangle\na noose on your neck, and you dangle\nfrom side to side in the blazing heat\nyou're beat, you're dead, the fools fell off\nyou feel you're turning red, it's said\n\nthat your head burst\nand this is only the first verse\nof the bomb\n\n(break)\nDon't break up the fight let them rumble\nover the years i've watched some go super-bad quick\n\nnow the smell of the pen has got them sick to the stomach\nnow ask yourself, who's stupid?\ni take funky funky beats and i loop it\nand pimp slap you in the face with the bass\n\nand the boom from the bomb that i drop\nstop\nyou have a flat top as a fashion\ni love black women with a passion\n\nbut when they gotta go and show their ass in\ni gotta clown the hoes, yeah\nyou gotta watch the ones with the big derrieres\nthey'll steer you wrong\n\nice cube's got it going on, hit me\nfor the gangster boogie two times for the gangster rhyme\nthe system ain't wholesome\nthey want to put a young brother in folsom\n\nand others see me on lockdown\nbut i come up foul then they get knocked out, word\nto the brother that rolls the herb\neverybody getting knocked to the curb like that\n\njinx got the gat, and it's a fact\nhe'll kick a funky beat to peel your cap\nnow who's the mack?\nwho's the hoe?\nwho's the trick?\n\ni got many, many styles won't you take a pick\nbut don't be alarmed\n\nwhen i trip and stumble and fumble\nand drop the (rewind)\ndrop the bomb\n(break)\n\nI'm solo, you ask how i'm living\nstill dropping more shit than a pigeon\nwith the l, the e, the n, the c, the h,\nthe m, the o, the b, the great\nlyrics that make the beat swing and i gotcha\nit's the hip-hopper that don't like coppers\nand if you try to upset the pot son\nyou get kicked in the chest like a shotgun\ni make the beats, i make the breaks\ni make the rhymes that make you shake\nmake you find\nice cube never caught in the middle\ni make shit to kick you in the ass a little\nand still never hesitate to stutter step\nor bust a repitition on the mic\nstill dissing all the hype\nfrom left to right\nhow many left to fight?\nso what that lench mob like?","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: The Bomb\n artist: Ice Cube\n album: AmeriKKKa’s Most Wanted\n duration_ms: 207206\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n It's like a holocaust to the boss when i toss\n too much knowledge kicked then you're lost\n in a shuffle of feet jinx the fiddler\n and i control your mind like hitler\n\n you bow and vow to authority\n see now a sucker with a style just boring me\n so i show k.n.o.w.\n l.e.d.g.e. it might trouble you\n\n then i transform like a decepticon\n with a mic as a bomb\n in my right palm\n but i don't stay calm\n\n so panic\n others can't flow so they go schizophrenic\n you thought i dropped a dud in your face\n until you taste the blood of the bass\n\n then you faint, or better yet pass out\n when i'm on the mic, believe it's ass out\n you think you're raw so you draw\n\n you lose, you're hung, you bite your tongue\n the whole town saw in awe as you strangle\n a noose on your neck, and you dangle\n from side to side in the blazing heat\n you're beat, you're dead, the fools fell off\n you feel you're turning red, it's said\n\n that your head burst\n and this is only the first verse\n of the bomb\n\n (break)\n Don't break up the fight let them rumble\n over the years i've watched some go super-bad quick\n\n now the smell of the pen has got them sick to the stomach\n now ask yourself, who's stupid?\n i take funky funky beats and i loop it\n and pimp slap you in the face with the bass\n\n and the boom from the bomb that i drop\n stop\n you have a flat top as a fashion\n i love black women with a passion\n\n but when they gotta go and show their ass in\n i gotta clown the hoes, yeah\n you gotta watch the ones with the big derrieres\n they'll steer you wrong\n\n ice cube's got it going on, hit me\n for the gangster boogie two times for the gangster rhyme\n the system ain't wholesome\n they want to put a young brother in folsom\n\n and others see me on lockdown\n but i come up foul then they get knocked out, word\n to the brother that rolls the herb\n everybody getting knocked to the curb like that\n\n jinx got the gat, and it's a fact\n he'll kick a funky beat to peel your cap\n now who's the mack?\n who's the hoe?\n who's the trick?\n\n i got many, many styles won't you take a pick\n but don't be alarmed\n\n when i trip and stumble and fumble\n and drop the (rewind)\n drop the bomb\n (break)\n\n I'm solo, you ask how i'm living\n still dropping more shit than a pigeon\n with the l, the e, the n, the c, the h,\n the m, the o, the b, the great\n lyrics that make the beat swing and i gotcha\n it's the hip-hopper that don't like coppers\n and if you try to upset the pot son\n you get kicked in the chest like a shotgun\n i make the beats, i make the breaks\n i make the rhymes that make you shake\n make you find\n ice cube never caught in the middle\n i make shit to kick you in the ass a little\n and still never hesitate to stutter step\n or bust a repitition on the mic\n still dissing all the hype\n from left to right\n how many left to fight?\n so what that lench mob like?\n"},{"id":13088537,"name":"The Bomb","trackName":"The Bomb","artistName":"Ice Cube","albumName":"AmeriKKKa's Most Wanted","duration":207.2,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"It's like a holocaust to the boss when i toss\ntoo much knowledge kicked then you're lost\nin a shuffle of feet jinx the fiddler\nand i control your mind like hitler\n\nyou bow and vow to authority\nsee now a sucker with a style just boring me\nso i show k.n.o.w.\nl.e.d.g.e. it might trouble you\n\nthen i transform like a decepticon\nwith a mic as a bomb\nin my right palm\nbut i don't stay calm\n\nso panic\nothers can't flow so they go schizophrenic\nyou thought i dropped a dud in your face\nuntil you taste the blood of the bass\n\nthen you faint, or better yet pass out\nwhen i'm on the mic, believe it's ass out\nyou think you're raw so you draw\n\nyou lose, you're hung, you bite your tongue\nthe whole town saw in awe as you strangle\na noose on your neck, and you dangle\nfrom side to side in the blazing heat\nyou're beat, you're dead, the fools fell off\nyou feel you're turning red, it's said\n\nthat your head burst\nand this is only the first verse\nof the bomb\n\n(break)\nDon't break up the fight let them rumble\nover the years i've watched some go super-bad quick\n\nnow the smell of the pen has got them sick to the stomach\nnow ask yourself, who's stupid?\ni take funky funky beats and i loop it\nand pimp slap you in the face with the bass\n\nand the boom from the bomb that i drop\nstop\nyou have a flat top as a fashion\ni love black women with a passion\n\nbut when they gotta go and show their ass in\ni gotta clown the hoes, yeah\nyou gotta watch the ones with the big derrieres\nthey'll steer you wrong\n\nice cube's got it going on, hit me\nfor the gangster boogie two times for the gangster rhyme\nthe system ain't wholesome\nthey want to put a young brother in folsom\n\nand others see me on lockdown\nbut i come up foul then they get knocked out, word\nto the brother that rolls the herb\neverybody getting knocked to the curb like that\n\njinx got the gat, and it's a fact\nhe'll kick a funky beat to peel your cap\nnow who's the mack?\nwho's the hoe?\nwho's the trick?\n\ni got many, many styles won't you take a pick\nbut don't be alarmed\n\nwhen i trip and stumble and fumble\nand drop the (rewind)\ndrop the bomb\n(break)\n\nI'm solo, you ask how i'm living\nstill dropping more shit than a pigeon\nwith the l, the e, the n, the c, the h,\nthe m, the o, the b, the great\nlyrics that make the beat swing and i gotcha\nit's the hip-hopper that don't like coppers\nand if you try to upset the pot son\nyou get kicked in the chest like a shotgun\ni make the beats, i make the breaks\ni make the rhymes that make you shake\nmake you find\nice cube never caught in the middle\ni make shit to kick you in the ass a little\nand still never hesitate to stutter step\nor bust a repitition on the mic\nstill dissing all the hype\nfrom left to right\nhow many left to fight?\nso what that lench mob like?","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: The Bomb\n artist: Ice Cube\n album: AmeriKKKa's Most Wanted\n duration_ms: 207200\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n It's like a holocaust to the boss when i toss\n too much knowledge kicked then you're lost\n in a shuffle of feet jinx the fiddler\n and i control your mind like hitler\n\n you bow and vow to authority\n see now a sucker with a style just boring me\n so i show k.n.o.w.\n l.e.d.g.e. it might trouble you\n\n then i transform like a decepticon\n with a mic as a bomb\n in my right palm\n but i don't stay calm\n\n so panic\n others can't flow so they go schizophrenic\n you thought i dropped a dud in your face\n until you taste the blood of the bass\n\n then you faint, or better yet pass out\n when i'm on the mic, believe it's ass out\n you think you're raw so you draw\n\n you lose, you're hung, you bite your tongue\n the whole town saw in awe as you strangle\n a noose on your neck, and you dangle\n from side to side in the blazing heat\n you're beat, you're dead, the fools fell off\n you feel you're turning red, it's said\n\n that your head burst\n and this is only the first verse\n of the bomb\n\n (break)\n Don't break up the fight let them rumble\n over the years i've watched some go super-bad quick\n\n now the smell of the pen has got them sick to the stomach\n now ask yourself, who's stupid?\n i take funky funky beats and i loop it\n and pimp slap you in the face with the bass\n\n and the boom from the bomb that i drop\n stop\n you have a flat top as a fashion\n i love black women with a passion\n\n but when they gotta go and show their ass in\n i gotta clown the hoes, yeah\n you gotta watch the ones with the big derrieres\n they'll steer you wrong\n\n ice cube's got it going on, hit me\n for the gangster boogie two times for the gangster rhyme\n the system ain't wholesome\n they want to put a young brother in folsom\n\n and others see me on lockdown\n but i come up foul then they get knocked out, word\n to the brother that rolls the herb\n everybody getting knocked to the curb like that\n\n jinx got the gat, and it's a fact\n he'll kick a funky beat to peel your cap\n now who's the mack?\n who's the hoe?\n who's the trick?\n\n i got many, many styles won't you take a pick\n but don't be alarmed\n\n when i trip and stumble and fumble\n and drop the (rewind)\n drop the bomb\n (break)\n\n I'm solo, you ask how i'm living\n still dropping more shit than a pigeon\n with the l, the e, the n, the c, the h,\n the m, the o, the b, the great\n lyrics that make the beat swing and i gotcha\n it's the hip-hopper that don't like coppers\n and if you try to upset the pot son\n you get kicked in the chest like a shotgun\n i make the beats, i make the breaks\n i make the rhymes that make you shake\n make you find\n ice cube never caught in the middle\n i make shit to kick you in the ass a little\n and still 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But I don't stay calm, so panic\nOthers can't flow so they go schizophrenic\nYou thought I dropped a dud in your face\nUntil you taste the blood of the bass\nThen you faint, or better yet pass out\nWhen I'm on the mic, believe it's ass out\nYou think you're raw, so we draw\nYou lose, you're hung, you bite your tongue\nThe whole town saw in awe as you strangle\nA noose on your neck, and you dangle\nFrom side to side in the blazing heat\nYou're beat, you're dead, the boots fell off your feet\nYou're turning red, it's said that your head burst\nAnd this is only the first verse, of the bomb\n\nDon't break up the fight let them rumble\nOver the years I've watched some go super-bad quick\nNow the smell of the pen has got them sick to the stomach\nNow ask yourself, who's stupid?\nI take funky funky beats and I loop it\nAnd pimp slap you in the face with the bass\nAnd the boom from the bomb that I drop\nStop! You have a flat top as a fashion\nI love Black women with a passion\nBut when they gotta go and show their ass in\nI gotta clown the hoes, yeah\nYou gotta watch the ones with the big derrieres\nThey'll steer you wrong\nIce Cube's got it going on, hit me\nFor the gangster boogie two times for the gangster rhymes\nAnd since i ain't wholesome\nThey want to put a young brother in Folsom\nThey'd rather see me on lockdown\nBut I come up foul then they get knocked out, word\nTo the brother that rolls the herb\nEverybody else getting knocked to the curb like that\nJinx got the gat, and it's a fact\nHe'll kick a funky beat to peel your cap\nNow who's the mack? Who's the ho? Who's the trick?\nI got many, many styles, won't you take a pick?\nBut don't be alarmed\nWhen I trip and stumble and fumble\nAnd drop the...\nDrop the bomb\n\nI'm solo, you ask how I'm living\nStill dropping more shit than a pigeon\nWith the L, the E, the N, the C, the H\nThe M, the O, the B, the great\nLyrics that make the beat swing and I gotcha\nIt's the hip-hopper that don't like coppers\nAnd if you try to upset the pot son\nYou get kicked in the chest like a shotgun\nI make the beats, I make the breaks\nI make the rhymes that make you shake\nMake you find Ice Cube never caught in the middle\nI make stuff to kick you in the ass a little\nAnd still never hesitate to stutter step\nOr bust a repitition on the mic\nStill dissing all the hype\nFrom left to right, How many left to fight?\nSo what that Lench Mob like?\n","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.00] -- Synched by NoManCG --\n[00:03.87] (The police set up barricades, there was a scuffle)\n[00:06.50] (This turned into a riot and it spread through Central Park)\n[00:10.10] (Negros threw bottles at the police)\n[00:12.26] (Orders to disperse were ignored and huge crowds swarmed through the streets)\n[00:17.40] \n[00:25.00] It's like a holocaust to the boss when I toss\n[00:27.08] Too much knowledge kicked then you're lost\n[00:29.12] In a shuffle of feet, Jinx the fiddler\n[00:31.69] And I control your mind like Hitler\n[00:33.40] You bow and vow to authority\n[00:35.32] See now, a sucker with a style just boring me\n[00:37.64] So I show K.N.O.W\n[00:39.44] L.E.D.G.E. it might trouble you\n[00:41.80] Then I transform like a Decepticon\n[00:43.72] With a mic as a bomb\n[00:45.12] In my right palm. But I don't stay calm, so panic\n[00:48.10] Others can't flow so they go schizophrenic\n[00:50.06] You thought I dropped a dud in your face\n[00:52.13] Until you taste the blood of the bass\n[00:54.01] Then you faint, or better yet pass out\n[00:56.25] When I'm on the mic, believe it's ass out\n[00:58.17] You think you're raw, so we draw\n[01:00.17] You lose, you're hung, you bite your tongue\n[01:01.97] The whole town saw in awe as you strangle\n[01:04.33] A noose on your neck, and you dangle\n[01:06.62] From side to side in the blazing heat\n[01:08.29] You're beat, you're dead, the boots fell off your feet\n[01:09.80] You're turning red, it's said that your head burst\n[01:13.13] And this is only the first verse, of the bomb\n[01:16.26] \n[01:33.60] Don't break up the fight let them rumble\n[01:35.36] Over the years I've watched some go super-bad quick\n[01:38.08] Now the smell of the pen has got them sick to the stomach\n[01:40.40] Now ask yourself, who's stupid?\n[01:42.21] I take funky funky beats and I loop it\n[01:44.24] And pimp slap you in the face with the bass\n[01:45.96] And the boom from the bomb that I drop\n[01:47.72] Stop! You have a flat top as a fashion\n[01:50.18] I love Black women with a passion\n[01:52.26] But when they gotta go and show their ass in\n[01:54.33] I gotta clown the hoes, yeah\n[01:56.26] You gotta watch the ones with the big derrieres\n[01:58.85] They'll steer you wrong\n[02:00.06] Ice Cube's got it going on, hit me\n[02:01.89] For the gangster boogie two times for the gangster rhymes\n[02:04.78] And since i ain't wholesome\n[02:06.50] They want to put a young brother in Folsom\n[02:08.87] They'd rather see me on lockdown\n[02:10.70] But I come up foul then they get knocked out, word\n[02:13.34] To the brother that rolls the herb\n[02:14.90] Everybody else getting knocked to the curb like that\n[02:17.21] Jinx got the gat, and it's a fact\n[02:19.17] He'll kick a funky beat to peel your cap\n[02:20.80] Now who's the mack? Who's the ho? 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But I don't stay calm, so panic\nOthers can't flow so they go schizophrenic\nYou thought I dropped a dud in your face\nUntil you taste the blood of the bass\nThen you faint, or better yet pass out\nWhen I'm on the mic, believe it's ass out\nYou think you're raw, so we draw\nYou lose, you're hung, you bite your tongue\nThe whole town saw in awe as you strangle\nA noose on your neck, and you dangle\nFrom side to side in the blazing heat\nYou're beat, you're dead, the boots fell off your feet\nYou're turning red, it's said that your head burst\nAnd this is only the first verse, of the bomb\n\nDon't break up the fight let them rumble\nOver the years I've watched some go super-bad quick\nNow the smell of the pen has got them sick to the stomach\nNow ask yourself, who's stupid?\nI take funky funky beats and I loop it\nAnd pimp slap you in the face with the bass\nAnd the boom from the bomb that I drop\nStop! You have a flat top as a fashion\nI love Black women with a passion\nBut when they gotta go and show their ass in\nI gotta clown the hoes, yeah\nYou gotta watch the ones with the big derrieres\nThey'll steer you wrong\nIce Cube's got it going on, hit me\nFor the gangster boogie two times for the gangster rhymes\nAnd since i ain't wholesome\nThey want to put a young brother in Folsom\nThey'd rather see me on lockdown\nBut I come up foul then they get knocked out, word\nTo the brother that rolls the herb\nEverybody else getting knocked to the curb like that\nJinx got the gat, and it's a fact\nHe'll kick a funky beat to peel your cap\nNow who's the mack? Who's the ho? Who's the trick?\nI got many, many styles, won't you take a pick?\nBut don't be alarmed\nWhen I trip and stumble and fumble\nAnd drop the...\nDrop the bomb\n\nI'm solo, you ask how I'm living\nStill dropping more shit than a pigeon\nWith the L, the E, the N, the C, the H\nThe M, the O, the B, the great\nLyrics that make the beat swing and I gotcha\nIt's the hip-hopper that don't like coppers\nAnd if you try to upset the pot son\nYou get kicked in the chest like a shotgun\nI make the beats, I make the breaks\nI make the rhymes that make you shake\nMake you find Ice Cube never caught in the middle\nI make stuff to kick you in the ass a little\nAnd still never hesitate to stutter step\nOr bust a repitition on the mic\nStill dissing all the hype\nFrom left to right, How many left to fight?\nSo what that Lench Mob like?\n","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.00] -- Synched by NoManCG --\n[00:03.87] (The police set up barricades, there was a scuffle)\n[00:06.50] (This turned into a riot and it spread through Central Park)\n[00:10.10] (Negros threw bottles at the police)\n[00:12.26] (Orders to disperse were ignored and huge crowds swarmed through the streets)\n[00:17.40] \n[00:25.00] It's like a holocaust to the boss when I toss\n[00:27.08] Too much knowledge kicked then you're lost\n[00:29.12] In a shuffle of feet, Jinx the fiddler\n[00:31.69] And I control your mind like Hitler\n[00:33.40] You bow and vow to authority\n[00:35.32] See now, a sucker with a style just boring me\n[00:37.64] So I show K.N.O.W\n[00:39.44] L.E.D.G.E. it might trouble you\n[00:41.80] Then I transform like a Decepticon\n[00:43.72] With a mic as a bomb\n[00:45.12] In my right palm. 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But I don't stay calm, so panic\nOthers can't flow so they go schizophrenic\nYou thought I dropped a dud in your face\nUntil you taste the blood of the bass\nThen you faint, or better yet pass out\nWhen I'm on the mic, believe it's ass out\nYou think you're raw, so we draw\nYou lose, you're hung, you bite your tongue\nThe whole town saw in awe as you strangle\nA noose on your neck, and you dangle\nFrom side to side in the blazing heat\nYou're beat, you're dead, the boots fell off your feet\nYou're turning red, it's said that your head burst\nAnd this is only the first verse, of the bomb\n\nDon't break up the fight let them rumble\nOver the years I've watched some go super-bad quick\nNow the smell of the pen has got them sick to the stomach\nNow ask yourself, who's stupid?\nI take funky funky beats and I loop it\nAnd pimp slap you in the face with the bass\nAnd the boom from the bomb that I drop\nStop! You have a flat top as a fashion\nI love Black women with a passion\nBut when they gotta go and show their ass in\nI gotta clown the hoes, yeah\nYou gotta watch the ones with the big derrieres\nThey'll steer you wrong\nIce Cube's got it going on, hit me\nFor the gangster boogie two times for the gangster rhymes\nAnd since i ain't wholesome\nThey want to put a young brother in Folsom\nThey'd rather see me on lockdown\nBut I come up foul then they get knocked out, word\nTo the brother that rolls the herb\nEverybody else getting knocked to the curb like that\nJinx got the gat, and it's a fact\nHe'll kick a funky beat to peel your cap\nNow who's the mack? Who's the ho? Who's the trick?\nI got many, many styles, won't you take a pick?\nBut don't be alarmed\nWhen I trip and stumble and fumble\nAnd drop the...\nDrop the bomb\n\nI'm solo, you ask how I'm living\nStill dropping more shit than a pigeon\nWith the L, the E, the N, the C, the H\nThe M, the O, the B, the great\nLyrics that make the beat swing and I gotcha\nIt's the hip-hopper that don't like coppers\nAnd if you try to upset the pot son\nYou get kicked in the chest like a shotgun\nI make the beats, I make the breaks\nI make the rhymes that make you shake\nMake you find Ice Cube never caught in the middle\nI make stuff to kick you in the ass a little\nAnd still never hesitate to stutter step\nOr bust a repitition on the mic\nStill dissing all the hype\nFrom left to right, How many left to fight?\nSo what that Lench Mob like?\n","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.00] -- Synched by NoManCG --\n[00:03.87] (The police set up barricades, there was a scuffle)\n[00:06.50] (This turned into a riot and it spread through Central Park)\n[00:10.10] (Negros threw bottles at the police)\n[00:12.26] (Orders to disperse were ignored and huge crowds swarmed through the streets)\n[00:17.40] \n[00:25.00] It's like a holocaust to the boss when I toss\n[00:27.08] Too much knowledge kicked then you're lost\n[00:29.12] In a shuffle of feet, Jinx the fiddler\n[00:31.69] And I control your mind like Hitler\n[00:33.40] You bow and vow to authority\n[00:35.32] See now, a sucker with a style just boring me\n[00:37.64] So I show K.N.O.W\n[00:39.44] L.E.D.G.E. it might trouble you\n[00:41.80] Then I transform like a Decepticon\n[00:43.72] With a mic as a bomb\n[00:45.12] In my right palm. But I don't stay calm, so panic\n[00:48.10] Others can't flow so they go schizophrenic\n[00:50.06] You thought I dropped a dud in your face\n[00:52.13] Until you taste the blood of the bass\n[00:54.01] Then you faint, or better yet pass out\n[00:56.25] When I'm on the mic, believe it's ass out\n[00:58.17] You think you're raw, so we draw\n[01:00.17] You lose, you're hung, you bite your tongue\n[01:01.97] The whole town saw in awe as you strangle\n[01:04.33] A noose on your neck, and you dangle\n[01:06.62] From side to side in the blazing heat\n[01:08.29] You're beat, you're dead, the boots fell off your feet\n[01:09.80] You're turning red, it's said that your head burst\n[01:13.13] And this is only the first verse, of the bomb\n[01:16.26] \n[01:33.60] Don't break up the fight let them rumble\n[01:35.36] Over the years I've watched some go super-bad quick\n[01:38.08] Now the smell of the pen has got them sick to the stomach\n[01:40.40] Now ask yourself, who's stupid?\n[01:42.21] I take funky funky beats and I loop it\n[01:44.24] And pimp slap you in the face with the bass\n[01:45.96] And the boom from the bomb that I drop\n[01:47.72] Stop! 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it's said\n That your head burst\n And this is only the first verse\n Of the bomb\n Don't break up the fight let them rumble\n Over the years I've watched some go super-bad quick\n Now the smell of the pen has got them sick to the stomach\n Now ask yourself, who's stupid?\n I take funky funky beats and I loop it\n And pimp slap you in the face with the bass\n And the boom from the bomb that I drop\n Stop\n You have a flat top as a fashion\n I love Black women with a passion\n But when they gotta go and show their ass in\n I gotta clown the hoes, yeah\n You gotta watch the ones with the big derrieres\n They'll steer you wrong\n Ice Cube's got it going on, hit me\n For the gangster boogie two times for the gangster rhyme\n The system ain't wholesome\n They want to put a young brother in Folsom\n And others see me on lockdown\n But I come up foul then they get knocked out, word\n To the brother that rolls the herb\n Everybody getting knocked to the curb like that\n Jinx got the gat, and 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