[{"id":40270084,"name":"Hip Hop (remix by Diabi)","trackName":"Hip Hop (remix by Diabi)","artistName":"Joell Ortiz","albumName":"The Cold Cell","duration":257.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yo, do me a favor? (what?)\nAccidentally step on your white sunglasses (ha ha ha)\nWe don't wear those over here, this is hip hop {uh-huh}\nThis is Carhartt jackets (yeah),\nTimberland boots unlaced {yup}, this is Champion hoodies\nChicken wings and french fries {uhh}\nR.I.P. pieces on the handball court (you see it)\nThis is us still fighting police brutality {AH-HAH!}\n\nEverybody runnin' they mouth 'bout how they real\nRingtones blowin' the doors off album sales\nNeed to be tellin' the people about how they feel\n'Cause that's how it all started, I'm surprised they feel ill\nMusic just ain't what it used to\nWe used to have songs that you could shoplift or boost to\nThis is the truth too, listen, we gon' pop in the Juice Crew\nThen run up in the mall, get loose, boo\nHard streets, hard times, beats and hard rhymes\nFive-Percenters teachin' the God lines\nTwo turntables, a mixer, few speakers\nHaze didn't exist yet, they blew reefer\nPink Champale, plenty of malt liquor\nExtension cord was ran through grandma's kitchen\nFashion statements, bats was safe then\nNow, D-Block Royal bash your face in\n\nAww, man, (man) this is hip hop\nHands up if you forever a fan of hip hop\nI wake up hip hop, go to sleep hip hop\nDream about hip hop, 'cause I am hip hop\n\nUhh, geah, check... I said hip hop, started out in the park\nMan, I knew it was going down from the start\nI be backstage with that extra pound in my heart\nButterflies, what a vibe when I tear that whole crowd apart!\nIt's hip hop, my lips got problems, I spit hot shit\nWatch the Kid Rock albums, I hurt verses\nAnd bruise flows, who knows what's next and when?\nI'm like a NBA game; nothin' less than 10\nIt's like all kind of diseases infest my pen\nI'm sick, I gotta spit, I can't digest my phlegm\nThis gift could be a curse if you don't use it right\nSo call me now, tell half of these dudes good night\nThey let the lion out the cage, the dragon from out the cage\nDudes worship him, girls be draggin' him off the stage\nYou dudes weak, you ruin beats, you don't hurt the track\nGive your producer my contacts, I'll murder that\n\nKnahmean? J-O! See you my nigga, haha\nBring this shit back man\nBring it back in time man, check\n\nJust when y'all thought Queenbridge was a wrap\nNas came back bridgin' the gap\nJoey Crack told the whole map to lean back\nFor a second you would've thought New York was takin' the scene back\nEven Ja dropped a mean track\nIt went \"I'm from New York!\"\nThe first city that have heads to fiend for crack\nNow all I hear about is who's a Blood, who's a Crip\nReligious leaders only teach half of the truth and shit\nI'd rather rock a fake gold crucifix than them\nplatinum white Jesus faces; he rap like he's a racist\nKnow a philosopher that reads the pages\nSo that knowledge I try to keep away from me for ages\n(Aww, man) It's like I'm in a race against time\nCouple years ago I couldn't wait to get signed\nI thought automatically that my face'll get shine\nBut being lyrical was just a waste of slick rhyme\n'Cause so, still I annihilate though\nThe sire lace the place with the fireplace flow\nThe day y'all could fuck with me or Joell Ortiz\nThat's the day Hell gon' freeze\n\nAww, man","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Hip Hop (remix by Diabi)\n  artist: Joell Ortiz\n  album: The Cold Cell\n  duration_ms: 257176\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yo, do me a favor? (what?)\n  Accidentally step on your white sunglasses (ha ha ha)\n  We don't wear those over here, this is hip hop {uh-huh}\n  This is Carhartt jackets (yeah),\n  Timberland boots unlaced {yup}, this is Champion hoodies\n  Chicken wings and french fries {uhh}\n  R.I.P. pieces on the handball court (you see it)\n  This is us still fighting police brutality {AH-HAH!}\n\n  Everybody runnin' they mouth 'bout how they real\n  Ringtones blowin' the doors off album sales\n  Need to be tellin' the people about how they feel\n  'Cause that's how it all started, I'm surprised they feel ill\n  Music just ain't what it used to\n  We used to have songs that you could shoplift or boost to\n  This is the truth too, listen, we gon' pop in the Juice Crew\n  Then run up in the mall, get loose, boo\n  Hard streets, hard times, beats and hard rhymes\n  Five-Percenters teachin' the God lines\n  Two turntables, a mixer, few speakers\n  Haze didn't exist yet, they blew reefer\n  Pink Champale, plenty of malt liquor\n  Extension cord was ran through grandma's kitchen\n  Fashion statements, bats was safe then\n  Now, D-Block Royal bash your face in\n\n  Aww, man, (man) this is hip hop\n  Hands up if you forever a fan of hip hop\n  I wake up hip hop, go to sleep hip hop\n  Dream about hip hop, 'cause I am hip hop\n\n  Uhh, geah, check... I said hip hop, started out in the park\n  Man, I knew it was going down from the start\n  I be backstage with that extra pound in my heart\n  Butterflies, what a vibe when I tear that whole crowd apart!\n  It's hip hop, my lips got problems, I spit hot shit\n  Watch the Kid Rock albums, I hurt verses\n  And bruise flows, who knows what's next and when?\n  I'm like a NBA game; nothin' less than 10\n  It's like all kind of diseases infest my pen\n  I'm sick, I gotta spit, I can't digest my phlegm\n  This gift could be a curse if you don't use it right\n  So call me now, tell half of these dudes good night\n  They let the lion out the cage, the dragon from out the cage\n  Dudes worship him, girls be draggin' him off the stage\n  You dudes weak, you ruin beats, you don't hurt the track\n  Give your producer my contacts, I'll murder that\n\n  Knahmean? J-O! See you my nigga, haha\n  Bring this shit back man\n  Bring it back in time man, check\n\n  Just when y'all thought Queenbridge was a wrap\n  Nas came back bridgin' the gap\n  Joey Crack told the whole map to lean back\n  For a second you would've thought New York was takin' the scene back\n  Even Ja dropped a mean track\n  It went \"I'm from New York!\"\n  The first city that have heads to fiend for crack\n  Now all I hear about is who's a Blood, who's a Crip\n  Religious leaders only teach half of the truth and shit\n  I'd rather rock a fake gold crucifix than them\n  platinum white Jesus faces; he rap like he's a racist\n  Know a philosopher that reads the pages\n  So that knowledge I try to keep away from me for ages\n  (Aww, man) It's like I'm in a race against time\n  Couple years ago I couldn't wait to get signed\n  I thought automatically that my face'll get shine\n  But being lyrical was just a waste of slick rhyme\n  'Cause so, still I annihilate though\n  The sire lace the place with the fireplace flow\n  The day y'all could fuck with me or Joell Ortiz\n  That's the day Hell gon' freeze\n\n  Aww, man\n"},{"id":3565295,"name":"Hip-Hop - Remix","trackName":"Hip-Hop - Remix","artistName":"Joell Ortiz feat. Jadakiss & Saigon","albumName":"Brooklyn Bomber","duration":192.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yo do me a favor, accidently step on your white sun glasses\nWe don't wear those over here this is hip hop(that's right)\nThis is Carhart jackets, Timberland boots, unlaced\nThis is Champion hoodies, chicken wings and french fries\nRIP pieces on the handball court, this is us still fightin' police brutality\nThis is hip hop\n\nI ain't tryin' to bring New York back\nI'm just a breath of fresh air, that good old New York rap\nSlick talk to the track, come on who brought that to the game\nGrafitti all on the train, get up your name I don't feel how I used to feel\nI'm in my 20's so a new Nas joint used to give me the chills\nIn the barber shop tryin' to cop a new hot tape\nThem Rob lowes is crazy the doo wop's greatest hip hop(hip hop)\nAnd yes I'm a fan first if you from the south, finger snap till your hands hurt\nIf you from the west W's in the air, if you from the east coast act like you from here\nThe good old two step, the classic head nod\nThe thirsty iced grill, who wants to get robbed?\nThat was the energy in the club, on the real\nThat was the energy that I love, aww man\n\nThis is hip hop, hands up if you forever a fan of hip hop\nI wake up hip hop, go to sleep hip hop\nDream about hip hop, 'cause I am hip hop, aww man\nThis is hip hop, hands up if you forever a fan of hip hop\nI wake up hip hop, go to sleep hip hop\n\nDream about hip hop, 'cause I am hip hop\n\nI ain't tryin' make you dance I just rip beats but the\nSoul in my voice, give you quick feet\nI don't know what it's like to not dig deep\nWhen I'm holding this mic I don't just speak, pipsqueak\nThe tides come in and the earth shakes\n200 hundred mile an hour winds I'm your worst fate, birthdate\nJuly 6th 1980 how can your age even matter when you rhyme this crazy, aww man\nI gotta thank the lord 'cause with this pen in my hand\nI don't think that hard it just happens\nWrist action classic in the makin'\nI kick back and just laugh I'm happy I'm amazing\nLook at me gaze into my eyes, see the poverty?\nNow understand why me and this music just gotta be?\n\nIt's something that's inside of me and I can't shake it\nSo I embrace it, and let y'all taste it, aww man\n\nThis is hip hop, hands up if you forever a fan of hip hop\nI wake up hip hop, go to sleep hip hop\nDream about hip hop, 'cause I am hip hop, aww man\n\nThis is hip hop, hands up if you forever a fan of hip hop\nI wake up hip hop, go to sleep hip hop\nDream about hip hop, 'cause I am hip hop\n\nSomethin' happen to may body when that track smokin'\nY'all swim more wilder than me, I be backstrokin'\nI'm the best and my fans'll second that notion\nI'll be the last man standing with my back broken\nCrack open a couple of fortys Celebrate Mijo\nMy competition, man they squared in the H3\nI run cricles around them like a skate key\nAnd turn your little buzz into \"Yo, whatever happened.?\nSo don't play B I ain't talking shit\nI just got a awful gift, that'll make your office doors just stiff\nThey won't open so no braggin' and no boastin' while I'm hungry\nMatter fact, don't do that when I got a lot of money\n\nYup, I'm feelin' myself, that sound right\nYou gotta step in that ring like, listen I'll pound Mike\nYou gotta step on that court like, I could hold down Mike\nThe way I step on that stage and have the whole crowd like, aww man\n\nThis is hip hop, hands up if you forever a fan of hip hop\nI wake up hip hop, go to sleep hip hop\nDream about hip hop, 'cause I am hip hop, aww man\nThis is hip hop, hands up if you forever a fan of hip hop\nI wake up hip hop, go to sleep hip hop\nDream about hip hop, 'cause I am hip hop","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Hip-Hop - Remix\n  artist: Joell Ortiz feat. Jadakiss & Saigon\n  album: Brooklyn Bomber\n  duration_ms: 192000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yo do me a favor, accidently step on your white sun glasses\n  We don't wear those over here this is hip hop(that's right)\n  This is Carhart jackets, Timberland boots, unlaced\n  This is Champion hoodies, chicken wings and french fries\n  RIP pieces on the handball court, this is us still fightin' police brutality\n  This is hip hop\n\n  I ain't tryin' to bring New York back\n  I'm just a breath of fresh air, that good old New York rap\n  Slick talk to the track, come on who brought that to the game\n  Grafitti all on the train, get up your name I don't feel how I used to feel\n  I'm in my 20's so a new Nas joint used to give me the chills\n  In the barber shop tryin' to cop a new hot tape\n  Them Rob lowes is crazy the doo wop's greatest hip hop(hip hop)\n  And yes I'm a fan first if you from the south, finger snap till your hands hurt\n  If you from the west W's in the air, if you from the east coast act like you from here\n  The good old two step, the classic head nod\n  The thirsty iced grill, who wants to get robbed?\n  That was the energy in the club, on the real\n  That was the energy that I love, aww man\n\n  This is hip hop, hands up if you forever a fan of hip hop\n  I wake up hip hop, go to sleep hip hop\n  Dream about hip hop, 'cause I am hip hop, aww man\n  This is hip hop, hands up if you forever a fan of hip hop\n  I wake up hip hop, go to sleep hip hop\n\n  Dream about hip hop, 'cause I am hip hop\n\n  I ain't tryin' make you dance I just rip beats but the\n  Soul in my voice, give you quick feet\n  I don't know what it's like to not dig deep\n  When I'm holding this mic I don't just speak, pipsqueak\n  The tides come in and the earth shakes\n  200 hundred mile an hour winds I'm your worst fate, birthdate\n  July 6th 1980 how can your age even matter when you rhyme this crazy, aww man\n  I gotta thank the lord 'cause with this pen in my hand\n  I don't think that hard it just happens\n  Wrist action classic in the makin'\n  I kick back and just laugh I'm happy I'm amazing\n  Look at me gaze into my eyes, see the poverty?\n  Now understand why me and this music just gotta be?\n\n  It's something that's inside of me and I can't shake it\n  So I embrace it, and let y'all taste it, aww man\n\n  This is hip hop, hands up if you forever a fan of hip hop\n  I wake up hip hop, go to sleep hip hop\n  Dream about hip hop, 'cause I am hip hop, aww man\n\n  This is hip hop, hands up if you forever a fan of hip hop\n  I wake up hip hop, go to sleep hip hop\n  Dream about hip hop, 'cause I am hip hop\n\n  Somethin' happen to may body when that track smokin'\n  Y'all swim more wilder than me, I be backstrokin'\n  I'm the best and my fans'll second that notion\n  I'll be the last man standing with my back broken\n  Crack open a couple of fortys Celebrate Mijo\n  My competition, man they squared in the H3\n  I run cricles around them like a skate key\n  And turn your little buzz into \"Yo, whatever happened.?\n  So don't play B I ain't talking shit\n  I just got a awful gift, that'll make your office doors just stiff\n  They won't open so no braggin' and no boastin' while I'm hungry\n  Matter fact, don't do that when I got a lot of money\n\n  Yup, I'm feelin' myself, that sound right\n  You gotta step in that ring like, listen I'll pound Mike\n  You gotta step on that court like, I could hold down Mike\n  The way I step on that stage and have the whole crowd like, aww man\n\n  This is hip hop, hands up if you forever a fan of hip hop\n  I wake up hip hop, go to sleep hip hop\n  Dream about hip hop, 'cause I am hip hop, aww man\n  This is hip hop, hands up if you forever a fan of hip hop\n  I wake up hip hop, go to sleep hip hop\n  Dream about hip hop, 'cause I am hip hop\n"},{"id":29769996,"name":"Hip Hop (Remix)","trackName":"Hip Hop (Remix)","artistName":"Joell Ortiz feat. 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(what?)\n  Accidentally step on your white sunglasses (ha ha ha)\n  We don't wear those over here, this is hip-hop {uh-huh}\n  This is Carhart jackets (yeah) Timberland boots unlaced {yup}\n  This is Champion hoodies, chicken wings and french fries {uhh}\n  R.I.P. pieces on the handball court (you see it)\n  This is us still fightin police brutality {AH-HAH!}\n\n  Everybody runnin they mouth 'bout how they real\n  Ringtones blowin the doors off album sales\n  Need to be tellin the people 'bout how they feel\n  So that's how it all started, I'm surprised they feel I'll\n  Music just ain't what it used to\n  We used to have songs that, you could shoplift or boost to\n  This is the truth too, listen we gon' pop in the Juice Crew\n  Then run up in the mall, get loose boo\n  Hard streets, hard times, beats and hard rhymes\n  Five Percenters teachin the god lines\n  Two turntables, a mixer, few speakers\n  Haze didn't exist yet, they blew reefer\n  Pink Champale, plenty of malt liquor\n  Extension cord was ran through grandma's kitchen\n  Fashion statements, bats was safe then\n  Now, D-Block Royal bash your face in\n\n  Aww man (man) this is hip-hop\n  Hands up, if you forever a fan of hip-hop\n  I wake up hip-hop, go to sleep hip-hop\n  Dream about hip-hop, cause I am hip-hop\n\n  Uhh, geah, check\n  I said hip-hop, started out in the park\n  Man I knew it was goin down from the start\n  I be backstage with that extra pound in my heart\n  Butterflies, what a vibe when I tear that whole crowd apart\n  It's hip-hop, my lips got problems, I spit hot shit\n  Watch the kid rock albums, I hurt verses\n  And bruise flows, who knows what's next and when\n  I'm like a NBA game, nothin less than 10\n  It's like all kinda diseases infest my pen\n  I'm sick I gotta spit, I can't digest my phlegm\n  This gift, could be a curse if you don't use it right\n  So call me now, tell half of these dudes good night\n  They let the lion out the cage, the dragon from out the cage\n  Dudes worship him, girls be draggin him off the stage\n  You dudes weak, you ruin beats, you don't hurt the track\n  Give your producer my contacts I'll murder that\n\n  Knahmean? J-O!\n  See you my nigga, haha\n  Bring this shit back man\n  Bring it back in time man, check\n\n  Just when y'all thought Queenbridge was a wrap\n  Nas came back (Bridgin' the Gap)\n  Joey Crack told the whole map to (Lean Back)\n  For a second you woulda thought New York was takin the scene back\n  Even Ja dropped a mean track - it went \"I'm from New York!\"\n  The first city that have heads to fiend for crack\n  Now all I hear about is who's a Blood, who's a Crip\n  Religious leaders only teach half of the truth and shit\n  I'd rather rock a fake gold crucifix\n  Than them platinum white Jesus faces; he rap like he's a racist\n  Know a philosopher that reads the pages\n  So that knowledge I try to keep away from me for ages\n  (Aww man) It's like I'm in a race against time\n  Couple years ago I couldn't wait to get signed\n  I thought automatically that my face'll get shine\n  But bein lyrical was just a waste of slick rhyme\n  Cause so, still I annihilate though\n  The sire lace the place with the fireplace flow\n  The day y'all could fuck with me or Joell Ortiz?\n  That's the day Hell gon' freeze\n"}]