[{"id":22547040,"name":"On Da M.I.C.","trackName":"On Da M.I.C.","artistName":"Illegal","albumName":"The Untold Truth (Deluxe Edition)","duration":291.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"f/ A.G., Lord Finesse\n\nTo set it off I got the proper ammunition\nThe skills are profession, versatility and great determination\nTo rip any MC who tests the ill little juvenile\nKicking styles, outcast child now\nI'm sending a message to all you little MC's out there\nI'm bout to cause y'all many frights and nightmares\nAnybody dissing, we seeing\nWe taking it to you lyrically physically, so don't underestimate us\nIllegal's going for the kill, there's no mercy\nAnd the effect will be you lying in emergency, you heard me\nIf you ain't true to your hip-hop, we'll hit you with a bang-bang\nAnd then boogie when your body drops, hops\nGive me my props, who got my props, you got my props?\nYou don't want to see a shorty go reach for his glock\nAnd I ain't talking about that glock that pop\nI'm talking about the ill lyrics that I'm throwing off the top like\n\n1 to the 2 to the 3 (On the M-I-C!) (Repeat 4x)\n\nPeace to Illegal and A.G.\n(Yo who the Funky Man?) Y'all brothers better say me\nNot a tall guy, a small fry\nYo I'm all live, making more noise than a .45\nAnd I'm naughty, far from corny\nGot game for the shorties, tackle skins like a 40\nPlus I got the hyper rhymes\nWhen you say \"Lord Finesse\" yo brothers know I'm nice with mine\nI be around like a time zone\nMess around get your mind blown, I'm brighter than rhinestones\nAnd when I roll like an avalanche\nEven Ray Charles can see clown rappers don't have a chance\nI grab the mic and start acting ill\nYo I'm strapped to kill, all the brothers with no rapping skills\nThrow away mt shoes, they don't fit ya, get the picture?\nYo check it out, while I hit you with the\n\nYou're a fake hip-hopper trying to ruin it\nSee other brothers doing it\nSo now you wanna put your little two in it\nPlaying games, I'm a start saying names\nFor selling rap's a trap, for the money, honey, the fame\nWon't flip-flip, yes I'm on a hip-hop hooray tip\nCrabs better lay quick, shhhh, or get your face split\nBass lines be burying, your beats are hurry-hurry\nShow beats is cream, the meanest team never worry\nPicasso with a mic so watch me paint, G\nAnd if my boots don't have a tree then it ain't me\nSee I was raised in the ghetto, seen everything you could imagine\n>From robbing to stealing, looting, shooting, and the stabbing\nChill around the way I can't refuse it, I choose it\nAnd maintain the pain and use it in my music\nWhat I'm saying is hip-hop comes from way back\n>From childhood to manhood then comes the fat track\nShowbiz & A.G., massive wreck we catch\n>From Dallas, Tex, to T-Next, then I'm back to the BX\nRecord on record, showstoppers don't knock us\nAnd give out propers to the real hip-hoppers\nBrand Nubians, Grand Puba, and BDP\nThe Hit Squad, the Lench Mob, the Flavor U-N-I-T\nGreg Nice, Smooth B, Tribe Called Quest, Killa G\nGangStarr, Ice Cube, of course D.I.T.C.\nThe whole flavor tour of 19 Naughty 3\nJamal and Malik is Illegal and the Kid Capri\n\n1 to the 2 to the 3 (On the M-I-C!) (Repeat 4x)\n\nNext up to flex, snapping necks, catching wreck\nWhen I finish this flow, you'll regret that threat\nKicking rhymes at all times, with my brothers from the North\nNever see me slipping, always ripping as they're falling off\nDon't sleep on me or try to eat me up\nCause I'm raw, real rough & rugged rhymes on the regular\nWhere's your girl? Hold up, she's screaming cause I'm sticking her\nMaking this game come down, outta the hype\nI got a call from Redman, he says \"Tonight's Da Night\"\nSo Finesse bring the fat track and I'm sure to rock it\nI'm living for hip-hop, I'm killing because of hip-hop\nYou can't write your own hits, get get stopped in hip-hop\nOr drop, giving your rocks, sinking shots, off your feet\nCause the L-I-L M-A-L-I-K can't be beat\nAnd A-B-C, ha, is easy as 1-2-3, yeah\nAs soon as the Lord on the beat, I couldn't even speak\nJust wrote all night, so I can rip the mic\nLike this and like that, and I never will come wack\nSo peace to A.U. and I'm out like that, it goes\n\n1 to the 2 to the 3 (On the M-I-C!) (Repeat 4x)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: On Da M.I.C.\n  artist: Illegal\n  album: The Untold Truth (Deluxe Edition)\n  duration_ms: 291000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  f/ A.G., Lord Finesse\n\n  To set it off I got the proper ammunition\n  The skills are profession, versatility and great determination\n  To rip any MC who tests the ill little juvenile\n  Kicking styles, outcast child now\n  I'm sending a message to all you little MC's out there\n  I'm bout to cause y'all many frights and nightmares\n  Anybody dissing, we seeing\n  We taking it to you lyrically physically, so don't underestimate us\n  Illegal's going for the kill, there's no mercy\n  And the effect will be you lying in emergency, you heard me\n  If you ain't true to your hip-hop, we'll hit you with a bang-bang\n  And then boogie when your body drops, hops\n  Give me my props, who got my props, you got my props?\n  You don't want to see a shorty go reach for his glock\n  And I ain't talking about that glock that pop\n  I'm talking about the ill lyrics that I'm throwing off the top like\n\n  1 to the 2 to the 3 (On the M-I-C!) (Repeat 4x)\n\n  Peace to Illegal and A.G.\n  (Yo who the Funky Man?) Y'all brothers better say me\n  Not a tall guy, a small fry\n  Yo I'm all live, making more noise than a .45\n  And I'm naughty, far from corny\n  Got game for the shorties, tackle skins like a 40\n  Plus I got the hyper rhymes\n  When you say \"Lord Finesse\" yo brothers know I'm nice with mine\n  I be around like a time zone\n  Mess around get your mind blown, I'm brighter than rhinestones\n  And when I roll like an avalanche\n  Even Ray Charles can see clown rappers don't have a chance\n  I grab the mic and start acting ill\n  Yo I'm strapped to kill, all the brothers with no rapping skills\n  Throw away mt shoes, they don't fit ya, get the picture?\n  Yo check it out, while I hit you with the\n\n  You're a fake hip-hopper trying to ruin it\n  See other brothers doing it\n  So now you wanna put your little two in it\n  Playing games, I'm a start saying names\n  For selling rap's a trap, for the money, honey, the fame\n  Won't flip-flip, yes I'm on a hip-hop hooray tip\n  Crabs better lay quick, shhhh, or get your face split\n  Bass lines be burying, your beats are hurry-hurry\n  Show beats is cream, the meanest team never worry\n  Picasso with a mic so watch me paint, G\n  And if my boots don't have a tree then it ain't me\n  See I was raised in the ghetto, seen everything you could imagine\n  >From robbing to stealing, looting, shooting, and the stabbing\n  Chill around the way I can't refuse it, I choose it\n  And maintain the pain and use it in my music\n  What I'm saying is hip-hop comes from way back\n  >From childhood to manhood then comes the fat track\n  Showbiz & A.G., massive wreck we catch\n  >From Dallas, Tex, to T-Next, then I'm back to the BX\n  Record on record, showstoppers don't knock us\n  And give out propers to the real hip-hoppers\n  Brand Nubians, Grand Puba, and BDP\n  The Hit Squad, the Lench Mob, the Flavor U-N-I-T\n  Greg Nice, Smooth B, Tribe Called Quest, Killa G\n  GangStarr, Ice Cube, of course D.I.T.C.\n  The whole flavor tour of 19 Naughty 3\n  Jamal and Malik is Illegal and the Kid Capri\n\n  1 to the 2 to the 3 (On the M-I-C!) (Repeat 4x)\n\n  Next up to flex, snapping necks, catching wreck\n  When I finish this flow, you'll regret that threat\n  Kicking rhymes at all times, with my brothers from the North\n  Never see me slipping, always ripping as they're falling off\n  Don't sleep on me or try to eat me up\n  Cause I'm raw, real rough & rugged rhymes on the regular\n  Where's your girl? Hold up, she's screaming cause I'm sticking her\n  Making this game come down, outta the hype\n  I got a call from Redman, he says \"Tonight's Da Night\"\n  So Finesse bring the fat track and I'm sure to rock it\n  I'm living for hip-hop, I'm killing because of hip-hop\n  You can't write your own hits, get get stopped in hip-hop\n  Or drop, giving your rocks, sinking shots, off your feet\n  Cause the L-I-L M-A-L-I-K can't be beat\n  And A-B-C, ha, is easy as 1-2-3, yeah\n  As soon as the Lord on the beat, I couldn't even speak\n  Just wrote all night, so I can rip the mic\n  Like this and like that, and I never will come wack\n  So peace to A.U. and I'm out like that, it goes\n\n  1 to the 2 to the 3 (On the M-I-C!) (Repeat 4x)\n"},{"id":10546931,"name":"On da M.I.C.","trackName":"On da M.I.C.","artistName":"Illegal","albumName":"The Untold Truth","duration":291.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"f/ A.G., Lord Finesse\n\nTo set it off I got the proper ammunition\nThe skills are profession, versatility and great determination\nTo rip any MC who tests the ill little juvenile\nKicking styles, outcast child now\nI'm sending a message to all you little MC's out there\nI'm bout to cause y'all many frights and nightmares\nAnybody dissing, we seeing\nWe taking it to you lyrically physically, so don't underestimate us\nIllegal's going for the kill, there's no mercy\nAnd the effect will be you lying in emergency, you heard me\nIf you ain't true to your hip-hop, we'll hit you with a bang-bang\nAnd then boogie when your body drops, hops\nGive me my props, who got my props, you got my props?\nYou don't want to see a shorty go reach for his glock\nAnd I ain't talking about that glock that pop\nI'm talking about the ill lyrics that I'm throwing off the top like\n\n1 to the 2 to the 3 (On the M-I-C!) (Repeat 4x)\n\nPeace to Illegal and A.G.\n(Yo who the Funky Man?) Y'all brothers better say me\nNot a tall guy, a small fry\nYo I'm all live, making more noise than a .45\nAnd I'm naughty, far from corny\nGot game for the shorties, tackle skins like a 40\nPlus I got the hyper rhymes\nWhen you say \"Lord Finesse\" yo brothers know I'm nice with mine\nI be around like a time zone\nMess around get your mind blown, I'm brighter than rhinestones\nAnd when I roll like an avalanche\nEven Ray Charles can see clown rappers don't have a chance\nI grab the mic and start acting ill\nYo I'm strapped to kill, all the brothers with no rapping skills\nThrow away mt shoes, they don't fit ya, get the picture?\nYo check it out, while I hit you with the\n\nYou're a fake hip-hopper trying to ruin it\nSee other brothers doing it\nSo now you wanna put your little two in it\nPlaying games, I'm a start saying names\nFor selling rap's a trap, for the money, honey, the fame\nWon't flip-flip, yes I'm on a hip-hop hooray tip\nCrabs better lay quick, shhhh, or get your face split\nBass lines be burying, your beats are hurry-hurry\nShow beats is cream, the meanest team never worry\nPicasso with a mic so watch me paint, G\nAnd if my boots don't have a tree then it ain't me\nSee I was raised in the ghetto, seen everything you could imagine\n>From robbing to stealing, looting, shooting, and the stabbing\nChill around the way I can't refuse it, I choose it\nAnd maintain the pain and use it in my music\nWhat I'm saying is hip-hop comes from way back\n>From childhood to manhood then comes the fat track\nShowbiz & A.G., massive wreck we catch\n>From Dallas, Tex, to T-Next, then I'm back to the BX\nRecord on record, showstoppers don't knock us\nAnd give out propers to the real hip-hoppers\nBrand Nubians, Grand Puba, and BDP\nThe Hit Squad, the Lench Mob, the Flavor U-N-I-T\nGreg Nice, Smooth B, Tribe Called Quest, Killa G\nGangStarr, Ice Cube, of course D.I.T.C.\nThe whole flavor tour of 19 Naughty 3\nJamal and Malik is Illegal and the Kid Capri\n\n1 to the 2 to the 3 (On the M-I-C!) (Repeat 4x)\n\nNext up to flex, snapping necks, catching wreck\nWhen I finish this flow, you'll regret that threat\nKicking rhymes at all times, with my brothers from the North\nNever see me slipping, always ripping as they're falling off\nDon't sleep on me or try to eat me up\nCause I'm raw, real rough & rugged rhymes on the regular\nWhere's your girl? Hold up, she's screaming cause I'm sticking her\nMaking this game come down, outta the hype\nI got a call from Redman, he says \"Tonight's Da Night\"\nSo Finesse bring the fat track and I'm sure to rock it\nI'm living for hip-hop, I'm killing because of hip-hop\nYou can't write your own hits, get get stopped in hip-hop\nOr drop, giving your rocks, sinking shots, off your feet\nCause the L-I-L M-A-L-I-K can't be beat\nAnd A-B-C, ha, is easy as 1-2-3, yeah\nAs soon as the Lord on the beat, I couldn't even speak\nJust wrote all night, so I can rip the mic\nLike this and like that, and I never will come wack\nSo peace to A.U. and I'm out like that, it goes\n\n1 to the 2 to the 3 (On the M-I-C!) (Repeat 4x)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: On da M.I.C.\n  artist: Illegal\n  album: The Untold Truth\n  duration_ms: 291000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  f/ A.G., Lord Finesse\n\n  To set it off I got the proper ammunition\n  The skills are profession, versatility and great determination\n  To rip any MC who tests the ill little juvenile\n  Kicking styles, outcast child now\n  I'm sending a message to all you little MC's out there\n  I'm bout to cause y'all many frights and nightmares\n  Anybody dissing, we seeing\n  We taking it to you lyrically physically, so don't underestimate us\n  Illegal's going for the kill, there's no mercy\n  And the effect will be you lying in emergency, you heard me\n  If you ain't true to your hip-hop, we'll hit you with a bang-bang\n  And then boogie when your body drops, hops\n  Give me my props, who got my props, you got my props?\n  You don't want to see a shorty go reach for his glock\n  And I ain't talking about that glock that pop\n  I'm talking about the ill lyrics that I'm throwing off the top like\n\n  1 to the 2 to the 3 (On the M-I-C!) (Repeat 4x)\n\n  Peace to Illegal and A.G.\n  (Yo who the Funky Man?) Y'all brothers better say me\n  Not a tall guy, a small fry\n  Yo I'm all live, making more noise than a .45\n  And I'm naughty, far from corny\n  Got game for the shorties, tackle skins like a 40\n  Plus I got the hyper rhymes\n  When you say \"Lord Finesse\" yo brothers know I'm nice with mine\n  I be around like a time zone\n  Mess around get your mind blown, I'm brighter than rhinestones\n  And when I roll like an avalanche\n  Even Ray Charles can see clown rappers don't have a chance\n  I grab the mic and start acting ill\n  Yo I'm strapped to kill, all the brothers with no rapping skills\n  Throw away mt shoes, they don't fit ya, get the picture?\n  Yo check it out, while I hit you with the\n\n  You're a fake hip-hopper trying to ruin it\n  See other brothers doing it\n  So now you wanna put your little two in it\n  Playing games, I'm a start saying names\n  For selling rap's a trap, for the money, honey, the fame\n  Won't flip-flip, yes I'm on a hip-hop hooray tip\n  Crabs better lay quick, shhhh, or get your face split\n  Bass lines be burying, your beats are hurry-hurry\n  Show beats is cream, the meanest team never worry\n  Picasso with a mic so watch me paint, G\n  And if my boots don't have a tree then it ain't me\n  See I was raised in the ghetto, seen everything you could imagine\n  >From robbing to stealing, looting, shooting, and the stabbing\n  Chill around the way I can't refuse it, I choose it\n  And maintain the pain and use it in my music\n  What I'm saying is hip-hop comes from way back\n  >From childhood to manhood then comes the fat track\n  Showbiz & A.G., massive wreck we catch\n  >From Dallas, Tex, to T-Next, then I'm back to the BX\n  Record on record, showstoppers don't knock us\n  And give out propers to the real hip-hoppers\n  Brand Nubians, Grand Puba, and BDP\n  The Hit Squad, the Lench Mob, the Flavor U-N-I-T\n  Greg Nice, Smooth B, Tribe Called Quest, Killa G\n  GangStarr, Ice Cube, of course D.I.T.C.\n  The whole flavor tour of 19 Naughty 3\n  Jamal and Malik is Illegal and the Kid Capri\n\n  1 to the 2 to the 3 (On the M-I-C!) (Repeat 4x)\n\n  Next up to flex, snapping necks, catching wreck\n  When I finish this flow, you'll regret that threat\n  Kicking rhymes at all times, with my brothers from the North\n  Never see me slipping, always ripping as they're falling off\n  Don't sleep on me or try to eat me up\n  Cause I'm raw, real rough & rugged rhymes on the regular\n  Where's your girl? Hold up, she's screaming cause I'm sticking her\n  Making this game come down, outta the hype\n  I got a call from Redman, he says \"Tonight's Da Night\"\n  So Finesse bring the fat track and I'm sure to rock it\n  I'm living for hip-hop, I'm killing because of hip-hop\n  You can't write your own hits, get get stopped in hip-hop\n  Or drop, giving your rocks, sinking shots, off your feet\n  Cause the L-I-L M-A-L-I-K can't be beat\n  And A-B-C, ha, is easy as 1-2-3, yeah\n  As soon as the Lord on the beat, I couldn't even speak\n  Just wrote all night, so I can rip the mic\n  Like this and like that, and I never will come wack\n  So peace to A.U. and I'm out like that, it goes\n\n  1 to the 2 to the 3 (On the M-I-C!) (Repeat 4x)\n"}]