[{"id":15648290,"name":"Kill At Will (feat. Token)","trackName":"Kill At Will (feat. Token)","artistName":"Joell Ortiz","albumName":"That's Hip-Hop","duration":172.068571,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Yoo) Wait a fucking minute\nI don't think you know who in it to win it, I spit it definitive\nRipping every lyric, they spit it ridiculous\nListen this kid is very gifted like St. Nicholas, on the twenty fifth, let's get it nigga we on!\nThey gave me a Blood diamond, Sierra Leone\nMake the beat rock Celine would be Dion\nPass in the zone when ET pointed home he tried ringing my phone in other words we gone\nWorse every verse a curse I need a clone\n'Less I'm in the mirror I feel like I'm so alone\nAnimals and mammals that channel my vocal tone, I'm the hannibal cleric so wanna bone, I'm a monster\nConquer rastas, living past the choppas redenbacher poppin til the top off\nYour mouth comes apart like hot pasta, a mobster when I chomp penne alla Vodka\nSorry that I'm braggadocious, but what matters most is, rappers notice, I'm in combat\nFully on the pack of roaches, and the back of the stove I'm about to raid and spray it, they all flat\nI don't think they know who they playing with, I don't think they know who they playing with\nHad to say this shit twice, make sure I reiterated it, your career hated it, hand it up, Basquiat painted it\nWho do you impress? Doing advanced of night checks in the cemetery, doing it to death\nMove to the left, with your muscle shirt glued to your chest\nNews check, you're in school with a vet\n\nI ill and kill at will, teach em' a skill that's real you're no thrill\nSo just stand still and chill as I bill\nScience I drill until my rhymes fill, your head up\nCause I ill and kill at will, teaching a skill that's real you're no thrill\nSo just stand still and chill as I bill\nScience I drill until my rhymes fill, your head up\nDon't even get up, the teacher is teaching, so just shut up\n\nShyea!\n\nRemember the time in the presence\nWho enlightened the menace, who can rhyme like the best, with a co-sign from a legend\nBut when hiding your message with no sign of direction, but the eye is respected, in my eyes you're a peasant\nHanding me nines like detention, like they sliding a debit because I will pretend this\nAnd you sugarcoat your lyrics so much you gon make a diabetic die, die in bed, full of die embedded (wow)\nBack off of this, mad artist will lack confidence\nMad 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)\nEverybody talking like you perfected this some kind of a method\nBut 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\nYou do everything he do because everybody loves him\nBut nobody gonna pay for two people doing one thing\nSo 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!)\nThat's why they root me for real\nYou said that you've never failed\nBut right now our fresh writers you have gone stale\nYou caught red hand and you read with your hands like brail\nHell naw, you ain't near it\nI'm the epitome, the peak, the apex, the pinnacle of critics\nI'll enter lyric with every piece of grammar\nYou might meet Token, but you will not meet his standards\n\nI ill and kill at will, teach em' a skill that's real you're no thrill\nSo just stand still and chill as I bill\nScience I drill until my rhymes fill, your head up\nDon't even get up, the teacher is teaching, so just shut up","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Kill At Will (feat. 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":30460553,"name":"Kill at Will","trackName":"Kill at Will","artistName":"Joell Ortiz feat. Token","albumName":"That's Hip Hop","duration":171.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Yoo) Wait a fucking minute\nI don't think you know who in it to win it, I spit it definitive\nRipping every lyric, they spit it ridiculous\nListen this kid is very gifted like St. Nicholas, on the twenty fifth, let's get it nigga we on!\nThey gave me a Blood diamond, Sierra Leone\nMake the beat rock Celine would be Dion\nPass in the zone when ET pointed home he tried ringing my phone in other words we gone\nWorse every verse a curse I need a clone\n'Less I'm in the mirror I feel like I'm so alone\nAnimals and mammals that channel my vocal tone, I'm the hannibal cleric so wanna bone, I'm a monster\nConquer rastas, living past the choppas redenbacher poppin til the top off\nYour mouth comes apart like hot pasta, a mobster when I chomp penne alla Vodka\nSorry that I'm braggadocious, but what matters most is, rappers notice, I'm in combat\nFully on the pack of roaches, and the back of the stove I'm about to raid and spray it, they all flat\nI don't think they know who they playing with, I don't think they know who they playing with\nHad to say this shit twice, make sure I reiterated it, your career hated it, hand it up, Basquiat painted it\nWho do you impress? Doing advanced of night checks in the cemetery, doing it to death\nMove to the left, with your muscle shirt glued to your chest\nNews check, you're in school with a vet\n\nI ill and kill at will, teach em' a skill that's real you're no thrill\nSo just stand still and chill as I bill\nScience I drill until my rhymes fill, your head up\nCause I ill and kill at will, teaching a skill that's real you're no thrill\nSo just stand still and chill as I bill\nScience I drill until my rhymes fill, your head up\nDon't even get up, the teacher is teaching, so just shut up\n\nShyea!\n\nRemember the time in the presence\nWho enlightened the menace, who can rhyme like the best, with a co-sign from a legend\nBut when hiding your message with no sign of direction, but the eye is respected, in my eyes you're a peasant\nHanding me nines like detention, like they sliding a debit because I will pretend this\nAnd you sugarcoat your lyrics so much you gon make a diabetic die, die in bed, full of die embedded (wow)\nBack off of this, mad artist will lack confidence\nMad 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)\nEverybody talking like you perfected this some kind of a method\nBut 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\nYou do everything he do because everybody loves him\nBut nobody gonna pay for two people doing one thing\nSo 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!)\nThat's why they root me for real\nYou said that you've never failed\nBut right now our fresh writers you have gone stale\nYou caught red hand and you read with your hands like brail\nHell naw, you ain't near it\nI'm the epitome, the peak, the apex, the pinnacle of critics\nI'll enter lyric with every piece of grammar\nYou might meet Token, but you will not meet his standards\n\nI ill and kill at will, teach em' a skill that's real you're no thrill\nSo just stand still and chill as I bill\nScience I drill until my rhymes fill, your head up\nDon't even get up, the teacher is teaching, so just shut up","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Kill at Will\n  artist: Joell Ortiz feat. Token\n  album: That's Hip Hop\n  duration_ms: 171000\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"}]