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shoes\nNow here's my moment of truth\nYeah, that was life before hip-hop\n\nYou think you know me, you don't really know me (Nah)\nBack in my hood, I'm still the one and only (Yaowa)\nBefore these music projects, I'm the projects, homie (Cool)\nY'all just see the new me, y'all don't know the old me (No)\nBefore these beats was trapping, I was out there trapping (Yes)\nBefore these birds was rapping, I was bird wrapping (Uh-huh)\nBefore the fans was clapping, it was cans clapping (Brrah)\nNo bank accounts, hand-to-hand transactions (Ow)\n\nA bunch of candles in the lobby, who got laid to rest?\nEmpty bottles near the flicks, I know the wake is next\nI'm from a place where people walk around with major stress\nDon't say somethin' you'll regret, before hip-hop (Uh)\nI was crazy fresh, trapping in my Avirex\nBlue Yankee fitted, 501's above the navy checks (Yaowa)\nI never had to beg for pussy, bitches gave me sex\nI left all the drugs aat they address, before hip-hop, uh\nShit, your boy 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Songs","duration":206.50435,"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\n\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.\n\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\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.\n\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.\n\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 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classic in the makin'\n[01:47.62] I kick back and just laugh I'm happy I'm amazing.\n[01:49.53] Look at me gaze into my eyes, see the poverty?\n[01:52.41] Now understand why me and this music just gotta be?\n[01:54.87] It's something that's inside of me and I can't shake it\n[01:57.12] So I embrace it, and let y'all taste it, aww man\n[02:00.93] This is hip hop, hands up if you forever a fan of hip hop\n[02:04.43] I wake up hip hop, go to sleep hip hop\n[02:07.08] Dream about hip hop, 'cause I am hip hop, aww man\n[02:10.55] This is hip hop, hands up if you forever a fan of hip hop\n[02:14.59] I wake up hip hop, go to sleep hip hop\n[02:17.14] Dream about hip hop, 'cause I am hip hop\n[02:19.29] Somethin' happen to ma body when that track smokin'\n[02:21.77] Y'all swim more wilder than me, I be backstrokin'\n[02:24.38] I'm the best and my fans'll second that notion\n[02:26.78] I'll be the last man standing with my back broken\n[02:29.11] Crack open a couple of fortys Celebrate 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Token)\n  artist: Joell Ortiz\n  album: That's Hip-Hop\n  duration_ms: 172069\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (Yoo) Wait a fucking minute\n  I don't think you know who in it to win it, I spit it definitive\n  Ripping every lyric, they spit it ridiculous\n  Listen this kid is very gifted like St. Nicholas, on the twenty fifth, let's get it nigga we on!\n  They gave me a Blood diamond, Sierra Leone\n  Make the beat rock Celine would be Dion\n  Pass in the zone when ET pointed home he tried ringing my phone in other words we gone\n  Worse every verse a curse I need a clone\n  'Less I'm in the mirror I feel like I'm so alone\n  Animals and mammals that channel my vocal tone, I'm the hannibal cleric so wanna bone, I'm a monster\n  Conquer rastas, living past the choppas redenbacher poppin til the top off\n  Your mouth comes apart like hot pasta, a mobster when I chomp penne alla Vodka\n  Sorry that I'm braggadocious, but what matters most is, rappers notice, I'm in combat\n  Fully on the pack of roaches, and the back of the stove I'm about to raid and spray it, they all flat\n  I don't think they know who they playing with, I don't think they know who they playing with\n  Had to say this shit twice, make sure I reiterated it, your career hated it, hand it up, Basquiat painted it\n  Who do you impress? Doing advanced of night checks in the cemetery, doing it to death\n  Move to the left, with your muscle shirt glued to your chest\n  News check, you're in school with a vet\n\n  I ill and kill at will, teach em' a skill that's real you're no thrill\n  So just stand still and chill as I bill\n  Science I drill until my rhymes fill, your head up\n  Cause I ill and kill at will, teaching a skill that's real you're no thrill\n  So just stand still and chill as I bill\n  Science I drill until my rhymes fill, your head up\n  Don't even get up, the teacher is teaching, so just shut up\n\n  Shyea!\n\n  Remember the time in the presence\n  Who enlightened the menace, who can rhyme like the best, with a co-sign from a legend\n  But when hiding your message with no sign of direction, but the eye is respected, in my eyes you're a peasant\n  Handing me nines like detention, like they sliding a debit because I will pretend this\n  And you sugarcoat your lyrics so much you gon make a diabetic die, die in bed, full of die embedded (wow)\n  Back off of this, mad artist will lack confidence\n  Mad obvious, cause he might be defensive\n  (Which means) he's hiding aggression, (which means) he's fighting himself, (which means) his time will be endless, (Ehhh, let's go)\n  Everybody talking like you perfected this some kind of a method\n  But I see crack on the back of your diamond embedded, it's not even a kind of impressive, I'm trying to get it because\n  You do everything he do because everybody loves him\n  But nobody gonna pay for two people doing one thing\n  So you might have views but you cancelled the ticket\n  (Damn man) better get it, (blam, blam) when I kill it, (and fans) will be flipping, (handstands) like a gymnast, (and) man in a minute, (grand) stands will be biggest, (grand) can any woman, (slam) stamp every lyric (Ayy!)\n  That's why they root me for real\n  You said that you've never failed\n  But right now our fresh writers you have gone stale\n  You caught red hand and you read with your hands like brail\n  Hell naw, you ain't near it\n  I'm the epitome, the peak, the apex, the pinnacle of critics\n  I'll enter lyric with every piece of grammar\n  You might meet Token, but you will not meet his standards\n\n  I ill and kill at will, teach em' a skill that's real you're no thrill\n  So just stand still and chill as I bill\n  Science I drill until my rhymes fill, your head up\n  Don't even get up, the teacher is teaching, so just shut up\n"},{"id":39478351,"name":"Ghetto (Feat. 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Aight, then\nLet's run a frontline together, these niggas hype men (Haha)\nBackground clowns who ain't never spent a night in\nThe gutter, where chokin' on motherfuckers lead to fightin' (Woo)\nBut not fists, I'm talkin' 'bout Glocks, fifths, ninas\nMAC-11s,.38 Specials, choppers and street sweepers (Brra)\nRarely will you see a nigga throw up meat beaters (Blaow)\nHands only do damage with cannons, you meet Jesus (Oh)\nLoud shots 'til the cow stop, I mean the beef ceases\nEither one, you still numb, stuffed in a deep freezer\nIn the hood, it's winter all year round, we keep heaters (What?)\nHollow tips in that clip, you don't drip, you leak liters (Ugh)\nEvery other day, a nigga get smoked like cheap reefers\nEvery ten minutes, a ho get poked, they skeet skeeters (Uh-huh)\nPut a helmet on you, man, these bitches dangerous\nThey infamous, infamous\nNiggas can't bang with us\n\nWe keep it ghetto (What?), everyday stackin' (What?), dough (What?)\nNever slippin' (What?), pimpin'\nWhat?), mackin' (What?), hoes (What?)\nGangstas (What?), hustlers (What?), you already know (What?)\nInfamous (Infamous)\nNiggas can't bang with us\n\nAyo, thun, the shit that kill me\nMC's claimin' they ghetto, but don't live it\nYou know, how they bust they guns and stay killin'\nOr how they did time for crimes in state prison\nOr how they sold drugs on they block, but who didn't?\nIt's the ghetto, where we stay pissy drunk and weeded up\nWe flip work on a hell nigga, then re it up\nYou know the homies in the hood G'd up\nWe keep bitches in the cut and twenty-two's on the truck\nGive a fuck, I ain't playin', I been thuggin' since a juvenile\nA young G slingin' dope, weed and runnin' wild\nThe fiends know me as the kid who got it\nUp and down the strip, 24/7, I was supplyin' in the (Ghetto)\nI dug pockets, started riots, I'm the flyest\nPsychotic MC who emerged from the projects\nSon, I get it rockin', for the cake, I get it poppin'\nThe jakes wanna knock 'em and the haters can't stop 'em, I'm ghetto\n\nWe keep it ghetto (What?), everyday stackin' (What?), dough (What?)\nNever slippin' (What?), pimpin'\nWhat?), mackin' (What?), hoes (What?)\nGangstas (What?), hustlers (What?), you already know (What?)\nInfamous (Infamous)\nNiggas can't bang with us\n\nGhetto (Ghetto, ghetto)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Ghetto (Feat. 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Aight, then\n  Let's run a frontline together, these niggas hype men (Haha)\n  Background clowns who ain't never spent a night in\n  The gutter, where chokin' on motherfuckers lead to fightin' (Woo)\n  But not fists, I'm talkin' 'bout Glocks, fifths, ninas\n  MAC-11s,.38 Specials, choppers and street sweepers (Brra)\n  Rarely will you see a nigga throw up meat beaters (Blaow)\n  Hands only do damage with cannons, you meet Jesus (Oh)\n  Loud shots 'til the cow stop, I mean the beef ceases\n  Either one, you still numb, stuffed in a deep freezer\n  In the hood, it's winter all year round, we keep heaters (What?)\n  Hollow tips in that clip, you don't drip, you leak liters (Ugh)\n  Every other day, a nigga get smoked like cheap reefers\n  Every ten minutes, a ho get poked, they skeet skeeters (Uh-huh)\n  Put a helmet on you, man, these bitches dangerous\n  They infamous, infamous\n  Niggas can't bang with us\n\n  We keep it ghetto (What?), everyday stackin' (What?), dough (What?)\n  Never slippin' (What?), pimpin'\n  What?), mackin' (What?), hoes (What?)\n  Gangstas (What?), hustlers (What?), you already know (What?)\n  Infamous (Infamous)\n  Niggas can't bang with us\n\n  Ayo, thun, the shit that kill me\n  MC's claimin' they ghetto, but don't live it\n  You know, how they bust they guns and stay killin'\n  Or how they did time for crimes in state prison\n  Or how they sold drugs on they block, but who didn't?\n  It's the ghetto, where we stay pissy drunk and weeded up\n  We flip work on a hell nigga, then re it up\n  You know the homies in the hood G'd up\n  We keep bitches in the cut and twenty-two's on the truck\n  Give a fuck, I ain't playin', I been thuggin' since a juvenile\n  A young G slingin' dope, weed and runnin' wild\n  The fiends know me as the kid who got it\n  Up and down the strip, 24/7, I was supplyin' in the (Ghetto)\n  I dug pockets, started riots, I'm the flyest\n  Psychotic MC who emerged from the projects\n  Son, I get it rockin', for the cake, I get it poppin'\n  The jakes wanna knock 'em and the haters can't stop 'em, I'm ghetto\n\n  We keep it ghetto (What?), everyday stackin' (What?), dough (What?)\n  Never slippin' (What?), pimpin'\n  What?), mackin' (What?), hoes (What?)\n  Gangstas (What?), hustlers (What?), you already know (What?)\n  Infamous (Infamous)\n  Niggas can't bang with us\n\n  Ghetto (Ghetto, ghetto)\n"},{"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... 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His crib must gonna have a nice price on it\nChandaliers with the ice on it, Persian rugs with no mice on it\nHuge tv screens with classic episodes of Miami Vice on it\nIndoor pool and the floor got a mic on it\nPlaques all over the wall with his name engraved nice on it\nMan listen his ambition gonna have the game locked like the box in San Quentin\nFin to win his race cuz he ran different\nIn through the nose out through the mouth\nNot worryin bout his competition radio clout\nLook straight same pace let them nigga's be out\nThey true colors gonna show later on when they breathin all heavy and they legs is worn\nDude gone from havin an ill buzz in the streets\nYayo don't nobody give a fuck when he speaks\nI know it could happen in a couple of weeks\nLifes a bitch aint it?\nBut me I love every picture that this kid painted\nHe's the difference between artists and rappers\nArtists draw hits rappers take flicks\nOther rappers trace it, man these nigga's aint shit\nEverythings basic they 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Chairman's Choice\n  Recently the P.R. parade got to hear his voice (Boriqua)\n  Now he back in next X L this time show and prove\n  Cuz he writtin hit records and his shows improved\n  He's the dude you need to worrie about\n  3 More mixtapes done he fin to put those out\n  Thats how he laugh at doubt\n  If I was you, I would clear his path\n  Cuz everything about him says you really wouldn't wanna feel his wrath\n  He turned down 3 deals this last month\n  Labels playing tug-a-war with his name he who they want\n  He signing over here \"Nope\"\n  He signing over here \"Nope\"\n  The both of ya'll wrong he grindin over there\n  In a city near you tryin to strengthen his fan base\n  Layin down cuts like a band-aid\n  Know how many dudes this man paid the list is endless\n  He carry big crates, just to get into the club\n  And when he got into the club he gave out his mixtape\n  His work ethic is great, his drives like t-mac\n  You let him go share a poster RELAX\n  Ease back give him 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His crib must gonna have a nice price on it\n  Chandaliers with the ice on it, Persian rugs with no mice on it\n  Huge tv screens with classic episodes of Miami Vice on it\n  Indoor pool and the floor got a mic on it\n  Plaques all over the wall with his name engraved nice on it\n  Man listen his ambition gonna have the game locked like the box in San Quentin\n  Fin to win his race cuz he ran different\n  In through the nose out through the mouth\n  Not worryin bout his competition radio clout\n  Look straight same pace let them nigga's be out\n  They true colors gonna show later on when they breathin all heavy and they legs is worn\n  Dude gone from havin an ill buzz in the streets\n  Yayo don't nobody give a fuck when he speaks\n  I know it could happen in a couple of weeks\n  Lifes a bitch aint it?\n  But me I love every picture that this kid painted\n  He's the difference between artists and rappers\n  Artists draw hits rappers take flicks\n  Other rappers trace it, man these 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champ\n[01:52.49] Under-dog all his life earned his stripes doin things he aint like\n[01:56.44] Like igniting the fifth all night huggin the strip servin a pregnant bitch hard white\n[02:00.89] He happy that his mom's never sucked a glass pipe\n[02:03.67] She use to sniff gettin her off that shit was a fight\n[02:06.38] Why the fuck you think homeboy go hard when he writes\n[02:08.69] Tryin to make his future bright cuz his past got him tight\n[02:11.10] His cash might be lite pockets empty kid\n[02:13.64] But same time next year its MTv cribs\n[02:15.97] His put his life on it, twice on it\n[02:17.97] To make sure he can't ask? 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Chairman's Choice\n  Recently the P.R. parade got to hear his voice (Boriqua)\n  Now he back in next X L this time show and prove\n  Cuz he writtin hit records and his shows improved\n  He's the dude you need to worrie about\n  3 More mixtapes done he fin to put those out\n  Thats how he laugh at doubt\n  If I was you, I would clear his path\n  Cuz everything about him says you really wouldn't wanna feel his wrath\n  He turned down 3 deals this last month\n  Labels playing tug-a-war with his name he who they want\n  He signing over here \"Nope\"\n  He signing over here \"Nope\"\n  The both of ya'll wrong he grindin over there\n  In a city near you tryin to strengthen his fan base\n  Layin down cuts like a band-aid\n  Know how many dudes this man paid the list is endless\n  He carry big crates, just to get into the club\n  And when he got into the club he gave out his mixtape\n  His work ethic is great, his drives like t-mac\n  You let him go share a poster RELAX\n  Ease back give him room to breathe\n  All those that hated will all soon believe\n  All those who made it will all soon just leave\n  Once the fans get a whif of Mr. Ortiz\n  He spits raw please don't confuse him with these other cats\n  He's a full workout, they 3 jumping jacks\n  Front to back he's an obstacle to overcome\n  I mean you know nothings impossible but don't be dumb\n  He grew up in Cooper Projects so you know he's slum\n  The only child homie wild he the only one I ever heard nick named the peoples champ\n  Under-dog all his life earned his stripes doin things he aint like\n  Like igniting the fifth all night huggin the strip servin a pregnant bitch hard white\n  He happy that his mom's never sucked a glass pipe\n  She use to sniff gettin her off that shit was a fight\n  Why the fuck you think homeboy go hard when he writes\n  Tryin to make his future bright cuz his past got him tight\n  His cash might be lite pockets empty kid\n  But same time next year its MTv cribs\n  His put his life on it, twice on it\n  To make sure he can't ask? His crib must gonna have a nice price on it\n  Chandaliers with the ice on it, Persian rugs with no mice on it\n  Huge tv screens with classic episodes of Miami Vice on it\n  Indoor pool and the floor got a mic on it\n  Plaques all over the wall with his name engraved nice on it\n  Man listen his ambition gonna have the game locked like the box in San Quentin\n  Fin to win his race cuz he ran different\n  In through the nose out through the mouth\n  Not worryin bout his competition radio clout\n  Look straight same pace let them nigga's be out\n  They true colors gonna show later on when they breathin all heavy and they legs is worn\n  Dude gone from havin an ill buzz in the streets\n  Yayo don't nobody give a fuck when he speaks\n  I know it could happen in a couple of weeks\n  Lifes a bitch aint it?\n  But me I love every picture that this kid painted\n  He's the difference between artists and rappers\n  Artists draw hits rappers take flicks\n  Other rappers trace it, man these nigga's aint shit\n  Everythings basic they should claim the same clique\n  Thats why everything he give hip hop game sick\n  Like the syringe in the vein of an aids patient\n  Cane spit on his BK beam and take that\n  The kid is go sign by the dudes who made rap\n  Face facts G-Rap told Mike he got a problem on his hands\n  Mike is joe's a & r just so y'all understand\n  KRS responded with one word \"damn\"\n  The cypher's complete once he shake Rakim's hand\n  He a one man movement\n  General, colonel, Seargent Major, Private and them youngin's on the front lines shootin\n  Gun high troopin through this war with his music\n  And he aint gonna stop till he drop get use to it\n  He speak english fluent in spanish pequeño\n  So doing reggeaton's a slight problemo plus he sound moreno\n  They ain't know he was spanish till he transformed so quick and got his goverment established\n  But none of this matters if you nice you nice\n  You could be Ethiopian rhyming for rice\n  You could be Hatian trying to rhyme for your rights\n  You could be South African writting rhymes for ice\n  You could be Cuban rhyming to cop you a nice little boat to make it to us coast over night\n  It is what it is in this buiss you live\n  When you die that's when your records sales sky high\n  He trying to rap while he alive his heart still beatin\n  Brain still numb and his nerves still tweaking\n  Stomach still growling cuz what he's eatin a'int enough bring the 12 gauge out it's duck season\n  Give him one reason your career is gone\n  Say his name on a song he'll put yours on a tombstone\n\n  Not a pizza either I'm talkin everybody blacked down cryin to the words of a speakin preacher\n\n  He's a deep believer and what goes around comes around and whats coming around is dope\n\n  And what went around is his name and the strength of his flow\n\n  His ill show his radio apperances and more\n\n  Some things is maybe's and some things for sure\n\n  Some niggas is crazy and some nigga's M.O.\n\n  Some nigga's is lazy and some nigga's just wont stop workin till they get what they deserve ya know\n\n  That nigga is Jo E double L Ortiz pa' please you one match in the snow\n  He's like a crib on the son sittin next to the fireplace with the heat on a million and one\n  This young man is hot he'll sun tan your block\n  He gon' keep firing your gun jam alot\n  Heat rise expect to see this man on the top\n  Mirror mirror on the wall\n  Who's the most feared up and coming M-C of them all\n  Joell Ortiz, but of course you crazy\n  That kid has been nothing short of awesome lately\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. 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Jadakiss & Saigon\n  album: GTA IV - The Beat 102.7\n  duration_ms: 208000\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"}]