[{"id":37401915,"name":"Come Clean","trackName":"Come Clean","artistName":"Jeru The Damaja","albumName":"Jeru The Damaja - The Sun Rises In The East","duration":297.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"You wanna front, what? Jump up and get bucked\nIf you're feeling lucky duck, then press your luck\nI snatch fake gangsta MC's and make em faggot flambe\nYour nine spray, my mind spray\nMalignant mist steadily pumps the funk\nThe results your remains stuffed in a car trunk\nYou couldn't come to the jungles of the East poppin that game\nYou won't survive, get live, catchin wreck is our thing\nI don't gang bang or shoot out bang bang\nThe relentless lyrics the only dope I slang\nI'm a true master you can check my credentials\n'Cause I choose to use my infinite potentials\nGot a freaky, freaky, freaky-freaky flow\nControl the mic like Fidel Castro\nLocked cuba So deep that you can scuba\nDive/my jive origin is unknown like the Jubas\nI've accumulated honies all across the map\n'Cause I'd rather bust a nut then bust a cap\nIn Ya back in fact my rap snaps ya sacroilliac\nI'm the mack so i don't need to tote a Mac\nMy attack is purely mental and its nature's not hate\nIt's meant to wake ya up out of ya brainwashed state\nStagnate nonsense but if you persist\nYou'll get ya snotbox bust you press up on this\nI flip hoes dip none of the real niggas slip\nYou don't know enough math to count the mics that I ripped\nKeep the Dirty Rotten Scoundrel as his verbal weapons spit\n\n(KRS One scratched) \"Oh oh, hands up, cause we're droppin' some shit\"\n\nReal rough and rugged, shine like a gold nugget\nEvery time i pick up the microphone i drug it\nUnplug it on chumps with the gangsta babble\nLeave your nines at home and bring your skills to the battle\nYou're rattlin' on and on and ain't sayin nothing\nThat's why you got snuffed when you bump heads with Dirty Rotten\nHave you forgotten, I'll tap your (jaw)\nI also kick like kung fu flicks by Run Run Shaw\nMade frauds bleed every time I g'd\n'Cause I've perfected my drunken style like sam seed\nPseudo psychos i play like Michael Jackson\nWhen i'm bustin ass and breakin backs In-\nHale the putrified aroma\nBreathe too deep and you'll wind up coma-\nTose the king I'm hard like a fifth of vodka\nAnd bring your clique 'cause I'm a hard rock knocka - I gotcha\nOut on a limb I'm about to push you off the brink\nLet you draw your craw but you only shot breaks\nWhen the East is in the house you should come equipped\n\n(KRS One scratched) \"Oh oh, hands up, cause we're droppin' some shit\"\n\nFly like a jet sting like a hornet\nKnuckleheads get live and set it off if you want it\nDirty - Rotten scoundrels is crushin fools no jokes\nWith styles more fatal than second hand smoke\nDon't provoke the wrath of this rhyme inventor\n'Cause I blow up spots like the World Trade Center\nCome with the super trooper on his assault mission\nThe tech's technique 'cause he's a technician - wishin'\nHe'll go away won't help the weapons stop\nThe skills are shot 'cause any idiot can let off a glock\nHard rocks melt in the clutch of the suntoucha\nYou claim you got beef on the streets, so whatcha\nGonna do when real niggaz roll up on you\nAnd you don't got your crew\nPull your glock but you don't got the heart\nYou was webbed straight from the start\nBought a tool and didn't learn how to use it\nGot lost in Brooklyn so you had to lose it\nJust for frontin you got that ass waxed\n\n(KRS One scratched) \"Oh oh, hands up, cause we're droppin' some shit\"","syncedLyrics":"[00:22.33]You wanna front, what? Jump up and get bucked\n[00:24.44]If you're feeling lucky duck, then press your luck\n[00:27.06]I snatch fake gangsta MC's and make em faggot flambe\n[00:29.89]Your nine spray, my mind spray\n[00:32.08]Malignant mist steadily pumps the funk\n[00:35.30]The results your remains stuffed in a car trunk\n[00:38.09]You couldn't come to the jungles of the East poppin that game\n[00:40.97]You won't survive, get live, catchin wreck is our thing\n[00:43.64]I don't gang bang or shoot out bang bang\n[00:46.29]The relentless lyrics the only dope I slang\n[00:49.19]I'm a true master you can check my credentials\n[00:51.83]'Cause I choose to use my infinite potentials\n[00:54.70]Got a freaky, freaky, freaky-freaky flow\n[00:57.16]Control the mic like Fidel Castro\n[00:59.89]Locked cuba So deep that you can scuba\n[01:02.77]Dive/my jive origin is unknown like the Jubas\n[01:05.50]I've accumulated honies all across the map\n[01:08.04]'Cause I'd rather bust a nut then bust a cap\n[01:10.70]In Ya back in fact my rap snaps ya sacroilliac\n[01:13.51]I'm the mack so i don't need to tote a Mac\n[01:16.09]My attack is purely mental and its nature's not hate\n[01:18.91]It's meant to wake ya up out of ya brainwashed state\n[01:21.73]Stagnate nonsense but if you persist\n[01:24.40]You'll get ya snotbox bust you press up on this\n[01:27.13]I flip hoes dip none of the real niggas slip\n[01:29.95]You don't know enough math to count the mics that I ripped\n[01:32.30]Keep the Dirty Rotten Scoundrel as his verbal weapons spit\n[01:38.12](KRS One scratched) \"Oh oh, hands up, cause we're droppin' some shit\"\n[01:49.82]Real rough and rugged, shine like a gold nugget\n[01:52.25]Every time i pick up the microphone i drug it\n[01:55.42]Unplug it on chumps with the gangsta babble\n[01:57.46]Leave your nines at home and bring your skills to the battle\n[02:00.00]You're rattlin' on and on and ain't sayin nothing\n[02:02.89]That's why you got snuffed when you bump heads with Dirty Rotten\n[02:05.45]Have you forgotten, I'll tap your (jaw)\n[02:08.49]I also kick like kung fu flicks by Run Run Shaw\n[02:11.00]Made frauds bleed every time I g'd\n[02:13.66]'Cause I've perfected my drunken style like sam seed\n[02:15.84]Pseudo psychos i play like Michael Jackson\n[02:18.94]When i'm bustin ass and breakin backs In-\n[02:22.54]Hale the putrified aroma\n[02:24.64]Breathe too deep and you'll wind up coma-\n[02:27.18]Tose the king I'm hard like a fifth of vodka\n[02:29.74]And bring your clique 'cause I'm a hard rock knocka - I gotcha\n[02:32.61]Out on a limb I'm about to push you off the brink\n[02:35.87]Let you draw your craw but you only shot breaks\n[02:38.52]When the East is in the house you should come equipped\n[02:40.92](KRS One scratched) \"Oh oh, hands up, cause we're droppin' some shit\"\n[03:06.34]Fly like a jet sting like a hornet\n[03:08.66]Knuckleheads get live and set it off if you want it\n[03:11.57]Dirty - Rotten scoundrels is crushin fools no jokes\n[03:14.19]With styles more fatal than second hand smoke\n[03:16.78]Don't provoke the wrath of this rhyme inventor\n[03:19.42]'Cause I blow up spots like the World Trade Center\n[03:22.02]Come with the super trooper on his assault mission\n[03:24.98]The tech's technique 'cause he's a technician - wishin'\n[03:28.28]He'll go away won't help the weapons stop\n[03:30.60]The skills are shot 'cause any idiot can let off a glock\n[03:33.20]Hard rocks melt in the clutch of the suntoucha\n[03:35.86]You claim you got beef on the streets, so whatcha\n[03:38.43]Gonna do when real niggaz roll up on you\n[03:41.66]And you don't got your crew\n[03:43.62]Pull your glock but you don't got the heart\n[03:46.05]You was webbed straight from the start\n[03:48.95]Bought a tool and didn't learn how to use it\n[03:52.08]Got lost in Brooklyn so you had to lose it\n[03:54.67]Just for frontin you got that ass waxed\n[04:01.86](KRS One scratched) \"Oh oh, hands up, cause we're droppin' some shit\"\n[04:15.57]","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Come Clean\n  artist: Jeru The Damaja\n  album: Jeru The Damaja - The Sun Rises In The East\n  duration_ms: 297127\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: You wanna front, what? 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Jump up and get bucked\n  If you're feeling lucky duck, then press your luck\n  I snatch fake gangsta MC's and make em faggot flambe\n  Your nine spray, my mind spray\n  Malignant mist steadily pumps the funk\n  The results your remains stuffed in a car trunk\n  You couldn't come to the jungles of the East poppin that game\n  You won't survive, get live, catchin wreck is our thing\n  I don't gang bang or shoot out bang bang\n  The relentless lyrics the only dope I slang\n  I'm a true master you can check my credentials\n  'Cause I choose to use my infinite potentials\n  Got a freaky, freaky, freaky-freaky flow\n  Control the mic like Fidel Castro\n  Locked cuba So deep that you can scuba\n  Dive/my jive origin is unknown like the Jubas\n  I've accumulated honies all across the map\n  'Cause I'd rather bust a nut then bust a cap\n  In Ya back in fact my rap snaps ya sacroilliac\n  I'm the mack so i don't need to tote a Mac\n  My attack is purely mental and its nature's not hate\n  It's meant to wake ya up out of ya brainwashed state\n  Stagnate nonsense but if you persist\n  You'll get ya snotbox bust you press up on this\n  I flip hoes dip none of the real niggas slip\n  You don't know enough math to count the mics that I ripped\n  Keep the Dirty Rotten Scoundrel as his verbal weapons spit\n\n  (KRS One scratched) \"Oh oh, hands up, cause we're droppin' some shit\"\n\n  Real rough and rugged, shine like a gold nugget\n  Every time i pick up the microphone i drug it\n  Unplug it on chumps with the gangsta babble\n  Leave your nines at home and bring your skills to the battle\n  You're rattlin' on and on and ain't sayin nothing\n  That's why you got snuffed when you bump heads with Dirty Rotten\n  Have you forgotten, I'll tap your (jaw)\n  I also kick like kung fu flicks by Run Run Shaw\n  Made frauds bleed every time I g'd\n  'Cause I've perfected my drunken style like sam seed\n  Pseudo psychos i play like Michael Jackson\n  When i'm bustin ass and breakin backs In-\n  Hale the putrified aroma\n  Breathe too deep and you'll wind up coma-\n  Tose the king I'm hard like a fifth of vodka\n  And bring your clique 'cause I'm a hard rock knocka - I gotcha\n  Out on a limb I'm about to push you off the brink\n  Let you draw your craw but you only shot breaks\n  When the East is in the house you should come equipped\n\n  (KRS One scratched) \"Oh oh, hands up, cause we're droppin' some shit\"\n\n  Fly like a jet sting like a hornet\n  Knuckleheads get live and set it off if you want it\n  Dirty - Rotten scoundrels is crushin fools no jokes\n  With styles more fatal than second hand smoke\n  Don't provoke the wrath of this rhyme inventor\n  'Cause I blow up spots like the World Trade Center\n  Come with the super trooper on his assault mission\n  The tech's technique 'cause he's a technician - wishin'\n  He'll go away won't help the weapons stop\n  The skills are shot 'cause any idiot can let off a glock\n  Hard rocks melt in the clutch of the suntoucha\n  You claim you got beef on the streets, so whatcha\n  Gonna do when real niggaz roll up on you\n  And you don't got your crew\n  Pull your glock but you don't got the heart\n  You was webbed straight from the start\n  Bought a tool and didn't learn how to use it\n  Got lost in Brooklyn so you had to lose it\n  Just for frontin you got that ass waxed\n\n  (KRS One scratched) \"Oh oh, hands up, cause we're droppin' some shit\"\n"},{"id":1681893,"name":"Come Clean","trackName":"Come Clean","artistName":"Jeru the Damaja","albumName":"The Document","duration":255.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"You wanna front, what? Jump up and get bucked\nIf you're feeling lucky duck, then press your luck\nI snatch fake gangsta MC's and make em faggot flambe\nYour nine spray, my mind spray\nMalignant mist steadily pumps the funk\nThe results your remains stuffed in a car trunk\nYou couldn't come to the jungles of the East poppin that game\nYou won't survive, get live, catchin wreck is our thing\nI don't gang bang or shoot out bang bang\nThe relentless lyrics the only dope I slang\nI'm a true master you can check my credentials\n'Cause I choose to use my infinite potentials\nGot a freaky, freaky, freaky-freaky flow\nControl the mic like Fidel Castro\nLocked cuba So deep that you can scuba\nDive/my jive origin is unknown like the Jubas\nI've accumulated honies all across the map\n'Cause I'd rather bust a nut then bust a cap\nIn Ya back in fact my rap snaps ya sacroilliac\nI'm the mack so i don't need to tote a Mac\nMy attack is purely mental and its nature's not hate\nIt's meant to wake ya up out of ya brainwashed state\nStagnate nonsense but if you persist\nYou'll get ya snotbox bust you press up on this\nI flip hoes dip none of the real niggas slip\nYou don't know enough math to count the mics that I ripped\nKeep the Dirty Rotten Scoundrel as his verbal weapons spit\n\n(KRS One scratched) \"Oh oh, hands up, cause we're droppin' some shit\"\n\nReal rough and rugged, shine like a gold nugget\nEvery time i pick up the microphone i drug it\nUnplug it on chumps with the gangsta babble\nLeave your nines at home and bring your skills to the battle\nYou're rattlin' on and on and ain't sayin nothing\nThat's why you got snuffed when you bump heads with Dirty Rotten\nHave you forgotten, I'll tap your (jaw)\nI also kick like kung fu flicks by Run Run Shaw\nMade frauds bleed every time I g'd\n'Cause I've perfected my drunken style like sam seed\nPseudo psychos i play like Michael Jackson\nWhen i'm bustin ass and breakin backs In-\nHale the putrified aroma\nBreathe too deep and you'll wind up coma-\nTose the king I'm hard like a fifth of vodka\nAnd bring your clique 'cause I'm a hard rock knocka - I gotcha\nOut on a limb I'm about to push you off the brink\nLet you draw your craw but you only shot breaks\nWhen the East is in the house you should come equipped\n\n(KRS One scratched) \"Oh oh, hands up, cause we're droppin' some shit\"\n\nFly like a jet sting like a hornet\nKnuckleheads get live and set it off if you want it\nDirty - Rotten scoundrels is crushin fools no jokes\nWith styles more fatal than second hand smoke\nDon't provoke the wrath of this rhyme inventor\n'Cause I blow up spots like the World Trade Center\nCome with the super trooper on his assault mission\nThe tech's technique 'cause he's a technician - wishin'\nHe'll go away won't help the weapons stop\nThe skills are shot 'cause any idiot can let off a glock\nHard rocks melt in the clutch of the suntoucha\nYou claim you got beef on the streets, so whatcha\nGonna do when real niggaz roll up on you\nAnd you don't got your crew\nPull your glock but you don't got the heart\nYou was webbed straight from the start\nBought a tool and didn't learn how to use it\nGot lost in Brooklyn so you had to lose it\nJust for frontin you got that ass waxed\n\n(KRS One scratched) \"Oh oh, hands up, cause we're droppin' some shit\"","syncedLyrics":"[00:22.33] You wanna front, what? 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Jump up and get bucked\nIf you're feeling lucky duck, then press your luck\nI snatch fake gangsta MC's and make em faggot flambe\nYour nine spray, my mind spray\nMalignant mist steadily pumps the funk\nThe results your remains stuffed in a car trunk\nYou couldn't come to the jungles of the East poppin that game\nYou won't survive, get live, catchin wreck is our thing\nI don't gang bang or shoot out bang bang\nThe relentless lyrics the only dope I slang\nI'm a true master you can check my credentials\n'Cause I choose to use my infinite potentials\nGot a freaky, freaky, freaky-freaky flow\nControl the mic like Fidel Castro\nLocked cuba So deep that you can scuba\nDive/my jive origin is unknown like the Jubas\nI've accumulated honies all across the map\n'Cause I'd rather bust a nut then bust a cap\nIn Ya back in fact my rap snaps ya sacroilliac\nI'm the mack so i don't need to tote a Mac\nMy attack is purely mental and its nature's not hate\nIt's meant to wake ya up out of ya brainwashed state\nStagnate nonsense but if you persist\nYou'll get ya snotbox bust you press up on this\nI flip hoes dip none of the real niggas slip\nYou don't know enough math to count the mics that I ripped\nKeep the Dirty Rotten Scoundrel as his verbal weapons spit\n\n(KRS One scratched) \"Oh oh, hands up, cause we're droppin' some shit\"\n\nReal rough and rugged, shine like a gold nugget\nEvery time i pick up the microphone i drug it\nUnplug it on chumps with the gangsta babble\nLeave your nines at home and bring your skills to the battle\nYou're rattlin' on and on and ain't sayin nothing\nThat's why you got snuffed when you bump heads with Dirty Rotten\nHave you forgotten, I'll tap your (jaw)\nI also kick like kung fu flicks by Run Run Shaw\nMade frauds bleed every time I g'd\n'Cause I've perfected my drunken style like sam seed\nPseudo psychos i play like Michael Jackson\nWhen i'm bustin ass and breakin backs In-\nHale the putrified aroma\nBreathe too deep and you'll wind up coma-\nTose the king I'm hard like a fifth of vodka\nAnd bring your clique 'cause I'm a hard rock knocka - I gotcha\nOut on a limb I'm about to push you off the brink\nLet you draw your craw but you only shot breaks\nWhen the East is in the house you should come equipped\n\n(KRS One scratched) \"Oh oh, hands up, cause we're droppin' some shit\"\n\nFly like a jet sting like a hornet\nKnuckleheads get live and set it off if you want it\nDirty - Rotten scoundrels is crushin fools no jokes\nWith styles more fatal than second hand smoke\nDon't provoke the wrath of this rhyme inventor\n'Cause I blow up spots like the World Trade Center\nCome with the super trooper on his assault mission\nThe tech's technique 'cause he's a technician - wishin'\nHe'll go away won't help the weapons stop\nThe skills are shot 'cause any idiot can let off a glock\nHard rocks melt in the clutch of the suntoucha\nYou claim you got beef on the streets, so whatcha\nGonna do when real niggaz roll up on you\nAnd you don't got your crew\nPull your glock but you don't got the heart\nYou was webbed straight from the start\nBought a tool and didn't learn how to use it\nGot lost in Brooklyn so you had to lose it\nJust for frontin you got that ass waxed\n\n(KRS One scratched) \"Oh oh, hands up, cause we're droppin' some shit\"","syncedLyrics":"[00:22.33] You wanna front, what? 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