[{"id":9352379,"name":"The Brooklyn Uptown Connection (Club Version)","trackName":"The Brooklyn Uptown Connection (Club Version)","artistName":"Ill Al Skratch","albumName":"I'll Take Her","duration":262.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah, 1 2, get ready, 'cause this is how we do it\nWe got my man Soundwave in the house, Alien Nation\nTo my nigga, the low-down dirty drop out from high school, Big Ill\nAnd me Mr. Raspy, Al Skratch\nTo my nigga LIC representin' Conspiracy\nYeah, Soundwave, break 'em off\n\nYou say you never heard the sound\nI'm about to break 'em off somethin' right now\nOpen up your mind and let me in\nKnock, knock, who speaks in the voice of sin?\n\nMust drop to your knees, please just listen\nA tale of four black men reminiscin'\nI hover in the heavens like a celestial guardian\nThe one who blocks the bullets when you're wildin' out partyin'\n\nBelieve in the MC, 'cause you can see me not\nSoundwave, faster than the dot on the Glock\nNon-stop cyber-funkin', let me tell you somethin'\n'Bout that guy named Al Skratch, the Mack Big Ill, LIC\nThis is virtual reality\n\nA rap fantasy of the life of four beings\nSeen through the eyes of the one foreseeing\nFunkin' 'em up, come on to the right\nI'm funkin' 'em up, come on to the left\nThe Uptown Connect gonna funk you to death\n\nWho wanna fuck around, who wanna clown\nWith two niggas from the Brooklyn Uptown underground?\nWell, it's the backstabber, the double-crosssin' alki\nStagger as I'm babblin', so nigga please don't doubt me\n\nWhen I was ten they took my flick at the precinct\nBack in the days I was a juvenile delinquent\nSo don't fuck with me 'cause I'm psychotic\nI kick the hard shit and let my man get melodic\n\nAiyo, I'm rollin', rollin', rollin'\nI'll lump you up and leave you swollen\nThe mic that I'm holdin' is golden\n\nPatrollin' straight out the fiery pits\nI turn a page as my diary gets\nDeeper, I see this Mack type figure, who is he?\nBitches wanna know, so Ill get busy\n\nI got the latest news, ask Conny Chung\nTu madre [Incomprehensible]\nThat means your mama wanna suck my dick, fagot\nThe bitch is a hoe so you know I'm gonna bag it\n\nWe makin' moves over funky fat grooves\nAnd to crews that don't paid dues we bad news\nSo who wanna gang bang, tell me who can hang slang\nIs what I kick, stay off my dick, chitty-bang-bang\n\nWith the glock you could swing on my block\nAnd I'll knock the shit out of your ass with the quick fast\nWho wanna fuck around, who wanna clown\nWith two niggas from the Brooklyn Uptown underground?\nWho wanna fuck around, who wanna clown\nWith two niggas from the Brooklyn Uptown underground\n\nHere it is, steppin' to my biz with the free flow steelo\nHeadcrackin' niggas like celo\nComin' from below the gutter, I'm quick with my cutter\nFor a fronter tryin' to front, word to mother\n\nOn a microphone alone in a zone of danger\nWith rhymes written on my bullets in a chamber\nWord up, you never heard of one murder one felon\nBustin' more slugs in thugs indulge in drug-sellin'\n\nI stack greenbacks from the wizzacks\nGive up raw facts for niggas fakin' jacks\nRhymes come in all flavors, I'm makin' crazy papers\nCuttin' suckers with razors in faces, beatin' body cases\n\nLIC, I'm givin' lashes, slashes\nHoldin' classes, controllin' masses, bustin' asses\nJust when I put the ambush to spots\nBustin' my mics like Glocks, robbin' niggas for they props\n\nThe flow is on point, on target, sharp, accurate\nLyrical gun clips I pack you with, then clap you with\nRhyme after rhzzyme, time after time\nLike a career criminal committin' crime after crime\n\nA gun-clapper [Incomprehensible] type of rapper\nLIC, code name come-off-the-head master\nFlowin' at a high velocity possibly\nMC's might snitch, call the cops on me\n\nBut it's aight 'cause I got my peeps here with me\nLIC representin' Conspiracy\nOne love, baby, the Uptown connection\nIll and Al Skratch and the whole muthafuckin' crew\nI'm out","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.82] Yeah, 1 2, get ready, 'cause this is how we do it\n[00:07.14] We got my man Soundwave in the house, Alien Nation\n[00:11.64] To my nigga, the low-down dirty drop out from high school, Big Ill\n[00:18.01] And me Mr. Raspy, Al Skratch\n[00:23.45] To my nigga LIC representin' Conspiracy\n[00:28.88] Yeah, Soundwave, break 'em off\n[00:34.23] You say you never heard the sound\n[00:36.06] I'm about to break 'em off somethin' right now\n[00:39.75] Open up your mind and let me in\n[00:42.49] Knock, knock, who speaks in the voice of sin?\n[00:45.12] Must drop to your knees, please just listen\n[00:47.86] A tale of four black men reminiscin'\n[00:50.57] I hover in the heavens like a celestial guardian\n[00:53.25] The one who blocks the bullets when you're wildin' out partyin'\n[00:55.96] Believe in the MC, 'cause you can see me not\n[00:58.60] Soundwave, faster than the dot on the Glock\n[01:01.37] Non-stop cyber-funkin', let me tell you somethin'\n[01:04.04] 'Bout that guy named Al Skratch, the Mack Big Ill, LIC\n[01:07.70] This is virtual reality\n[01:09.57] A rap fantasy of the life of four beings\n[01:12.26] Seen through the eyes of the one foreseeing\n[01:14.92] Funkin' 'em up, come on to the right\n[01:17.60] I'm funkin' 'em up, come on to the left\n[01:20.36] The Uptown Connect gonna funk you to death\n[01:23.01] Who wanna fuck around, who wanna clown\n[01:25.77] With two niggas from the Brooklyn Uptown underground?\n[01:28.41] Well, it's the backstabber, the double-crosssin' alki\n[01:31.16] Stagger as I'm babblin', so nigga please don't doubt me\n[01:33.88] When I was ten they took my flick at the precinct\n[01:36.59] Back in the days I was a juvenile delinquent\n[01:39.27] So don't fuck with me 'cause I'm psychotic\n[01:41.90] I kick the hard shit and let my man get melodic\n[01:44.63] Aiyo, I'm rollin', rollin', rollin'\n[01:47.31] I'll lump you up and leave you swollen\n[01:49.11] The mic that I'm holdin' is golden\n[01:50.98] Patrollin' straight out the fiery pits\n[01:51.80] I turn a page as my diary gets\n[01:55.45] Deeper, I see this Mack type figure, who is he?\n[01:59.15] Bitches wanna know, so Ill get busy\n[02:00.95] I got the latest news, ask Conny Chung\n[02:03.65] Tu madre [Incomprehensible]\n[02:07.28] That means your mama wanna suck my dick, fagot\n[02:09.92] The bitch is a hoe so you know I'm gonna bag it\n[02:12.63] We makin' moves over funky fat grooves\n[02:15.33] And to crews that don't paid dues we bad news\n[02:17.19] So who wanna gang bang, tell me who can hang slang\n[02:20.73] Is what I kick, stay off my dick, chitty-bang-bang\n[02:23.50] With the glock you could swing on my block\n[02:25.32] And I'll knock the shit out of your ass with the quick fast\n[02:28.03] Who wanna fuck around, who wanna clown\n[02:31.68] With two niggas from the Brooklyn Uptown underground?\n[02:34.37] Who wanna fuck around, who wanna clown\n[02:37.05] With two niggas from the Brooklyn Uptown underground\n[02:39.80] Here it is, steppin' to my biz with the free flow steelo\n[02:42.43] Headcrackin' niggas like celo\n[02:45.17] Comin' from below the gutter, I'm quick with my cutter\n[02:47.86] For a fronter tryin' to front, word to mother\n[02:50.55] On a microphone alone in a zone of danger\n[02:52.33] With rhymes written on my bullets in a chamber\n[02:55.95] Word up, you never heard of one murder one felon\n[02:58.64] Bustin' more slugs in thugs indulge in drug-sellin'\n[03:01.30] I stack greenbacks from the wizzacks\n[03:04.06] Give up raw facts for niggas fakin' jacks\n[03:06.77] Rhymes come in all flavors, I'm makin' crazy papers\n[03:09.41] Cuttin' suckers with razors in faces, beatin' body cases\n[03:12.28] LIC, I'm givin' lashes, slashes\n[03:14.95] Holdin' classes, controllin' masses, bustin' asses\n[03:17.61] Just when I put the ambush to spots\n[03:20.33] Bustin' my mics like Glocks, robbin' niggas for they props\n[03:23.01] The flow is on point, on target, sharp, accurate\n[03:25.77] Lyrical gun clips I pack you with, then clap you with\n[03:28.49] Rhyme after rhzzyme, time after time\n[03:31.19] Like a career criminal committin' crime after crime\n[03:33.89] A gun-clapper [Incomprehensible] type of rapper\n[03:36.62] LIC, code name come-off-the-head master\n[03:39.33] Flowin' at a high velocity possibly\n[03:42.08] MC's might snitch, call the cops on me\n[03:44.75] But it's aight 'cause I got my peeps here with me\n[03:47.44] LIC representin' Conspiracy\n[03:50.10] One love, baby, the Uptown connection\n[03:53.79] Ill and Al Skratch and the whole muthafuckin' crew\n[03:59.12] I'm out\n[04:00.98] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Brooklyn Uptown Connection (Club Version)\n  artist: Ill Al Skratch\n  album: I'll Take Her\n  duration_ms: 262000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yeah, 1 2, get ready, 'cause this is how we do it\n  start_ms: 820\n  end_ms: 7140\n- text: We got my man Soundwave in the house, Alien 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the MC, 'cause you can see me not\n  Soundwave, faster than the dot on the Glock\n  Non-stop cyber-funkin', let me tell you somethin'\n  'Bout that guy named Al Skratch, the Mack Big Ill, LIC\n  This is virtual reality\n\n  A rap fantasy of the life of four beings\n  Seen through the eyes of the one foreseeing\n  Funkin' 'em up, come on to the right\n  I'm funkin' 'em up, come on to the left\n  The Uptown Connect gonna funk you to death\n\n  Who wanna fuck around, who wanna clown\n  With two niggas from the Brooklyn Uptown underground?\n  Well, it's the backstabber, the double-crosssin' alki\n  Stagger as I'm babblin', so nigga please don't doubt me\n\n  When I was ten they took my flick at the precinct\n  Back in the days I was a juvenile delinquent\n  So don't fuck with me 'cause I'm psychotic\n  I kick the hard shit and let my man get melodic\n\n  Aiyo, I'm rollin', rollin', rollin'\n  I'll lump you up and leave you swollen\n  The mic that I'm holdin' is golden\n\n  Patrollin' straight out the fiery pits\n  I turn a page as my diary gets\n  Deeper, I see this Mack type figure, who is he?\n  Bitches wanna know, so Ill get busy\n\n  I got the latest news, ask Conny Chung\n  Tu madre [Incomprehensible]\n  That means your mama wanna suck my dick, fagot\n  The bitch is a hoe so you know I'm gonna bag it\n\n  We makin' moves over funky fat grooves\n  And to crews that don't paid dues we bad news\n  So who wanna gang bang, tell me who can hang slang\n  Is what I kick, stay off my dick, chitty-bang-bang\n\n  With the glock you could swing on my block\n  And I'll knock the shit out of your ass with the quick fast\n  Who wanna fuck around, who wanna clown\n  With two niggas from the Brooklyn Uptown underground?\n  Who wanna fuck around, who wanna clown\n  With two niggas from the Brooklyn Uptown underground\n\n  Here it is, steppin' to my biz with the free flow steelo\n  Headcrackin' niggas like celo\n  Comin' from below the gutter, I'm quick with my cutter\n  For a fronter tryin' to front, word to mother\n\n  On a microphone alone in a zone of danger\n  With rhymes written on my bullets in a chamber\n  Word up, you never heard of one murder one felon\n  Bustin' more slugs in thugs indulge in drug-sellin'\n\n  I stack greenbacks from the wizzacks\n  Give up raw facts for niggas fakin' jacks\n  Rhymes come in all flavors, I'm makin' crazy papers\n  Cuttin' suckers with razors in faces, beatin' body cases\n\n  LIC, I'm givin' lashes, slashes\n  Holdin' classes, controllin' masses, bustin' asses\n  Just when I put the ambush to spots\n  Bustin' my mics like Glocks, robbin' niggas for they props\n\n  The flow is on point, on target, sharp, accurate\n  Lyrical gun clips I pack you with, then clap you with\n  Rhyme after rhzzyme, time after time\n  Like a career criminal committin' crime after crime\n\n  A gun-clapper [Incomprehensible] type of rapper\n  LIC, code name come-off-the-head master\n  Flowin' at a high velocity possibly\n  MC's might snitch, call the cops on me\n\n  But it's aight 'cause I got my peeps here with me\n  LIC representin' Conspiracy\n  One love, baby, the Uptown connection\n  Ill and Al Skratch and the whole muthafuckin' crew\n  I'm out\n"},{"id":19399402,"name":"The Brooklyn Uptown Connection","trackName":"The Brooklyn Uptown Connection","artistName":"Ill Al Skratch","albumName":"Creep Wit' Me","duration":251.286812,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah, 1 2, get ready, 'cause this is how we do it\nWe got my man Soundwave in the house, Alien Nation\nTo my nigga, the low-down dirty drop out from high school, Big Ill\nAnd me Mr. Raspy, Al Skratch\nTo my nigga LIC representin' Conspiracy\nYeah, Soundwave, break 'em off\n\nYou say you never heard the sound\nI'm about to break 'em off somethin' right now\nOpen up your mind and let me in\nKnock, knock, who speaks in the voice of sin?\n\nMust drop to your knees, please just listen\nA tale of four black men reminiscin'\nI hover in the heavens like a celestial guardian\nThe one who blocks the bullets when you're wildin' out partyin'\n\nBelieve in the MC, 'cause you can see me not\nSoundwave, faster than the dot on the Glock\nNon-stop cyber-funkin', let me tell you somethin'\n'Bout that guy named Al Skratch, the Mack Big Ill, LIC\nThis is virtual reality\n\nA rap fantasy of the life of four beings\nSeen through the eyes of the one foreseeing\nFunkin' 'em up, come on to the right\nI'm funkin' 'em up, come on to the left\nThe Uptown Connect gonna funk you to death\n\nWho wanna fuck around, who wanna clown\nWith two niggas from the Brooklyn Uptown underground?\nWell, it's the backstabber, the double-crosssin' alki\nStagger as I'm babblin', so nigga please don't doubt me\n\nWhen I was ten they took my flick at the precinct\nBack in the days I was a juvenile delinquent\nSo don't fuck with me 'cause I'm psychotic\nI kick the hard shit and let my man get melodic\n\nAiyo, I'm rollin', rollin', rollin'\nI'll lump you up and leave you swollen\nThe mic that I'm holdin' is golden\n\nPatrollin' straight out the fiery pits\nI turn a page as my diary gets\nDeeper, I see this Mack type figure, who is he?\nBitches wanna know, so Ill get busy\n\nI got the latest news, ask Conny Chung\nTu madre [Incomprehensible]\nThat means your mama wanna suck my dick, fagot\nThe bitch is a hoe so you know I'm gonna bag it\n\nWe makin' moves over funky fat grooves\nAnd to crews that don't paid dues we bad news\nSo who wanna gang bang, tell me who can hang slang\nIs what I kick, stay off my dick, chitty-bang-bang\n\nWith the glock you could swing on my block\nAnd I'll knock the shit out of your ass with the quick fast\nWho wanna fuck around, who wanna clown\nWith two niggas from the Brooklyn Uptown underground?\nWho wanna fuck around, who wanna clown\nWith two niggas from the Brooklyn Uptown underground\n\nHere it is, steppin' to my biz with the free flow steelo\nHeadcrackin' niggas like celo\nComin' from below the gutter, I'm quick with my 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Here it is, steppin' to my biz with the free flow steelo\n  Headcrackin' niggas like celo\n  Comin' from below the gutter, I'm quick with my cutter\n  For a fronter tryin' to front, word to mother\n\n  On a microphone alone in a zone of danger\n  With rhymes written on my bullets in a chamber\n  Word up, you never heard of one murder one felon\n  Bustin' more slugs in thugs indulge in drug-sellin'\n\n  I stack greenbacks from the wizzacks\n  Give up raw facts for niggas fakin' jacks\n  Rhymes come in all flavors, I'm makin' crazy papers\n  Cuttin' suckers with razors in faces, beatin' body cases\n\n  LIC, I'm givin' lashes, slashes\n  Holdin' classes, controllin' masses, bustin' asses\n  Just when I put the ambush to spots\n  Bustin' my mics like Glocks, robbin' niggas for they props\n\n  The flow is on point, on target, sharp, accurate\n  Lyrical gun clips I pack you with, then clap you with\n  Rhyme after rhzzyme, time after time\n  Like a career criminal committin' crime after crime\n\n  A gun-clapper [Incomprehensible] type of rapper\n  LIC, code name come-off-the-head master\n  Flowin' at a high velocity possibly\n  MC's might snitch, call the cops on me\n\n  But it's aight 'cause I got my peeps here with me\n  LIC representin' Conspiracy\n  One love, baby, the Uptown connection\n  Ill and Al Skratch and the whole muthafuckin' crew\n  I'm out\n"},{"id":13814664,"name":"The Brooklyn Uptown Connection","trackName":"The Brooklyn Uptown Connection","artistName":"Ill Al Skratch","albumName":"Creep Wit' Me","duration":260.826667,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah, 1 2, get ready, 'cause this is how we do it\nWe got my man Soundwave in the house, Alien Nation\nTo my nigga, the low-down dirty drop out from high school, Big Ill\nAnd me Mr. Raspy, Al Skratch\nTo my nigga LIC representin' Conspiracy\nYeah, Soundwave, break 'em off\n\nYou say you never heard the sound\nI'm about to break 'em off somethin' right now\nOpen up your mind and let 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flick at the precinct\n[01:36.59] Back in the days I was a juvenile delinquent\n[01:39.27] So don't fuck with me 'cause I'm psychotic\n[01:41.90] I kick the hard shit and let my man get melodic\n[01:44.63] Aiyo, I'm rollin', rollin', rollin'\n[01:47.31] I'll lump you up and leave you swollen\n[01:49.11] The mic that I'm holdin' is golden\n[01:50.98] Patrollin' straight out the fiery pits\n[01:51.80] I turn a page as my diary gets\n[01:55.45] Deeper, I see this Mack type figure, who is he?\n[01:59.15] Bitches wanna know, so Ill get busy\n[02:00.95] I got the latest news, ask Conny Chung\n[02:03.65] Tu madre [Incomprehensible]\n[02:07.28] That means your mama wanna suck my dick, fagot\n[02:09.92] The bitch is a hoe so you know I'm gonna bag it\n[02:12.63] We makin' moves over funky fat grooves\n[02:15.33] And to crews that don't paid dues we bad news\n[02:17.19] So who wanna gang bang, tell me who can hang slang\n[02:20.73] Is what I kick, stay off my dick, chitty-bang-bang\n[02:23.50] With the glock you could swing on my block\n[02:25.32] And I'll knock the shit out of your ass with the quick fast\n[02:28.03] Who wanna fuck around, who wanna clown\n[02:31.68] With two niggas from the Brooklyn Uptown underground?\n[02:34.37] Who wanna fuck around, who wanna clown\n[02:37.05] With two niggas from the Brooklyn Uptown underground\n[02:39.80] Here it is, steppin' to my biz with the free flow steelo\n[02:42.43] Headcrackin' niggas like celo\n[02:45.17] Comin' from below the gutter, I'm quick with my cutter\n[02:47.86] For a fronter tryin' to front, word to mother\n[02:50.55] On a microphone alone in a zone of danger\n[02:52.33] With rhymes written on my bullets in a chamber\n[02:55.95] Word up, you never heard of one murder one felon\n[02:58.64] Bustin' more slugs in thugs indulge in drug-sellin'\n[03:01.30] I stack greenbacks from the wizzacks\n[03:04.06] Give up raw facts for niggas fakin' jacks\n[03:06.77] Rhymes come in all flavors, I'm makin' crazy papers\n[03:09.41] 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clown\n  With two niggas from the Brooklyn Uptown underground?\n  Who wanna fuck around, who wanna clown\n  With two niggas from the Brooklyn Uptown underground\n\n  Here it is, steppin' to my biz with the free flow steelo\n  Headcrackin' niggas like celo\n  Comin' from below the gutter, I'm quick with my cutter\n  For a fronter tryin' to front, word to mother\n\n  On a microphone alone in a zone of danger\n  With rhymes written on my bullets in a chamber\n  Word up, you never heard of one murder one felon\n  Bustin' more slugs in thugs indulge in drug-sellin'\n\n  I stack greenbacks from the wizzacks\n  Give up raw facts for niggas fakin' jacks\n  Rhymes come in all flavors, I'm makin' crazy papers\n  Cuttin' suckers with razors in faces, beatin' body cases\n\n  LIC, I'm givin' lashes, slashes\n  Holdin' classes, controllin' masses, bustin' asses\n  Just when I put the ambush to spots\n  Bustin' my mics like Glocks, robbin' niggas for they props\n\n  The flow is on point, on target, sharp, accurate\n  Lyrical gun clips I pack you with, then clap you with\n  Rhyme after rhzzyme, time after time\n  Like a career criminal committin' crime after crime\n\n  A gun-clapper [Incomprehensible] type of rapper\n  LIC, code name come-off-the-head master\n  Flowin' at a high velocity possibly\n  MC's might snitch, call the cops on me\n\n  But it's aight 'cause I got my peeps here with me\n  LIC representin' Conspiracy\n  One love, baby, the Uptown connection\n  Ill and Al Skratch and the whole muthafuckin' crew\n  I'm out\n"}]