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And you feel it\nIt's real it's not a sample! I saw you playing my piano!\nUnh-Huh!\n\n[Forte - 3rd Verse]\n\nNow I, rock jew-els now and then\nA little lights - n - platinum\nA little beef on the street, no harm in clappin' them\nSavage nations, ghetto life no ramifications\nDead debating, keeping every crackhead basing\nMy auntie steady saying that we wasting, money\nI like tasting, the finer things in life, like a mason\nPolice, plague - hatin'\nEverything that the court own\nBrownsville would pry, classified as a warzone\nThe Brook god, so trife\nOriginale low-life\nTo sport it, boost it, the ghetto can't afford it\nTrade it, sort it, stress, new port it\nNo tags never ordered\nYou broke it, you bought it\nA twenty five - to life, my little son-son caught it\n'Til this day, we admit it, that we did it, he 'gon bid it\nKept his mouth shut, and never shitted\nOn who his murder flirted with death\nLike every team, aiight! You know the verdict!\n\n[Forte - Speaking]\n\nWant me to say it one more time Ma, is that what you want?...\n\n[Jeni Singing]\n\nSay one more time!\n\n[Forte - Continues]\n\nFor every city blocker, glock rocker\nCats who get they weight off, for every kid who had a parent laid off\nNo healthcare, had us co-dependents out on welfare\nSpeak amongst yourself, 'cause in the streets, no one else care\nThe powers that be, I see you knelt there\nThem jealous cats who slang crack, I'm glad to send you back,\n'cause you dealt there\nWe all wanna shine for basis, 'til we easy\nLG for GP, only the realest niggas meet me\nConversing through the wee-wee hours of the morning, sleepy\nAlways stay alert, 'cause the pain hurt too deeply\nAin't nothing changed, I'm stuck on myself\n'Cause you mundane\nYou wonder while you're just gold?\nYou're stuck on one plain\nNow we must hold, very fueled make it through the threshold\nI'm blessed though, the head distincts before I let go\nA major death toll\nIt's all about the babies, fuck the best coast\nI keep my family eating, 'til I'm done breathing\n\n[Jeni Fujita - Singing Chorus]\n\nHear, your heart beat! (Forte' - You heard?! ...Nutzbaby]\nThe bass hits, and you feel it\nIt's real, it's not a sample! I saw you playing my piano!\nUnh- Huh!\n\nAll you had to do, was make a record! Yeah\nAll you had to do, was make a record! Say one more time!\nAll I want to do, is hold you!\nForever, Forever and ever, if you need to lean on me!\nDon't run, I'm here for you,\nJust like the sunrise!\nJust like the moonshine","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Poly Sci\n  artist: John Forté\n  album: Poly Sci\n  duration_ms: 322168\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  featuring Jeni Fujita & 20 Grand Pikasoe\n\n  [Forte' Speaking]\n\n  Political science...\n  The study of politics mixed with science...\n  Speak on it baby...\n\n  [Jeni Fujita Singing Chorus]\n\n  As I look in your eyes\n  I see the sunrise\n  I see the moonshine!\n\n  [20 Grand Pikasoe 1st Verse]\n\n  I'm from the days of the Colt 45's and gang bangers\n  Cocaine slangers who sliced doors no time to cook up\n  Them niggas like raw\n  It's all about the dollar now, white powder now\n  He owed us money so I watched my niggas tie him down\n  The conflict is crucial, police is neutral in this battlefield\n  Where the battles grill, like cattles grill for a platter mil\n  I even watched little Darryl deal\n  I love the ghetto, hate the ghetto\n  Must've been a genius who helped make the ghetto\n  So I sit back and taste the 'retto\n  I got beef, how can you misplace my metal?\n  It's a sob story, it's bad the way they robbed Tory\n  Of course, must've been religious\n  'Cause they took a small tainin' across\n  Wrong game to play, boss\n  Every night's a bug out\n  They shot up every corner where I hung out\n  Some nights I cry to this\n  Even though it's posi-flip (?)\n\n  [Jeni Fujita - Singing chorus]\n\n  It's like the sunrise\n  Just like the moonshine!\n\n  The rain stops, and your girl smiles... just for you (Yeah)\n  For you don't know, the love I have for you!\n\n  [Forte' - 2nd Verse]\n\n  Mommy, I keep my name on your brain like Missy\n  With The Rain, I'm from the school of stolen sneakers\n  Speakers and heavy chains, no lie\n  To the knowlie, why?\n  God see I, learned the ways of the street, degrees in Poly Sci\n  Many days under heat\n  It pays for sticking him\n  Watch him beast on the lean, routine curriculum\n  Black vans, maybe a TransAm, exams get done\n  Pop Quiz, figure out them niggas who hit son\n  God give, God take away\n  And it's easy to see\n  Spell 'til, the lord kill indiscriminately\n  We infinitely excel, keep the fans compelled\n  The bigger picture, watch the ones who're wit' ya\n  I clean the pie, and seen 'em die\n  Travel life more than once\n  Maybe, me and I... had been greeted by, so many conceded eyes\n  That'd be wise, when I met too many girls around the world\n  And delete the lies\n\n  [Jeni Fujita - Singing Chorus]\n\n  It's like my music, a new tune you never heard\n  Hear, your heart beat\n  The bass hits! And you feel it\n  It's real it's not a sample! I saw you playing my piano!\n  Unh-Huh!\n\n  [Forte - 3rd Verse]\n\n  Now I, rock jew-els now and then\n  A little lights - n - platinum\n  A little beef on the street, no harm in clappin' them\n  Savage nations, ghetto life no ramifications\n  Dead debating, keeping every crackhead basing\n  My auntie steady saying that we wasting, money\n  I like tasting, the finer things in life, like a mason\n  Police, plague - hatin'\n  Everything that the court own\n  Brownsville would pry, classified as a warzone\n  The Brook god, so trife\n  Originale low-life\n  To sport it, boost it, the ghetto can't afford it\n  Trade it, sort it, stress, new port it\n  No tags never ordered\n  You broke it, you bought it\n  A twenty five - to life, my little son-son caught it\n  'Til this day, we admit it, that we did it, he 'gon bid it\n  Kept his mouth shut, and never shitted\n  On who his murder flirted with death\n  Like every team, aiight! You know the verdict!\n\n  [Forte - Speaking]\n\n  Want me to say it one more time Ma, is that what you want?...\n\n  [Jeni Singing]\n\n  Say one more time!\n\n  [Forte - Continues]\n\n  For every city blocker, glock rocker\n  Cats who get they weight off, for every kid who had a parent laid off\n  No healthcare, had us co-dependents out on welfare\n  Speak amongst yourself, 'cause in the streets, no one else care\n  The powers that be, I see you knelt there\n  Them jealous cats who slang crack, I'm glad to send you back,\n  'cause you dealt there\n  We all wanna shine for basis, 'til we easy\n  LG for GP, only the realest niggas meet me\n  Conversing through the wee-wee hours of the morning, sleepy\n  Always stay alert, 'cause the pain hurt too deeply\n  Ain't nothing changed, I'm stuck on myself\n  'Cause you mundane\n  You wonder while you're just gold?\n  You're stuck on one plain\n  Now we must hold, very fueled make it through the threshold\n  I'm blessed though, the head distincts before I let go\n  A major death toll\n  It's all about the babies, fuck the best coast\n  I keep my family eating, 'til I'm done breathing\n\n  [Jeni Fujita - Singing Chorus]\n\n  Hear, your heart beat! (Forte' - You heard?! ...Nutzbaby]\n  The bass hits, and you feel it\n  It's real, it's not a sample! I saw you playing my piano!\n  Unh- Huh!\n\n  All you had to do, was make a record! Yeah\n  All you had to do, was make a record! Say one more time!\n  All I want to do, is hold you!\n  Forever, Forever and ever, if you need to lean on me!\n  Don't run, I'm here for you,\n  Just like the sunrise!\n  Just like the moonshine\n"},{"id":1974250,"name":"Ninety Nine (Flash the Message)","trackName":"Ninety Nine (Flash the Message)","artistName":"John Forté","albumName":"Poly Sci","duration":224.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"() Jenny Fujita:\nMe, my crew, and a little tour show\nLearned to flip the door with the money we've got\nThe blocks stay hot, getting knocked, it's on\nTill one by one, we were gone\nSubway sparks after dark\nFlash the message, something's out there\n(Wyclef: Yo, John, that was the eighties man\nThis is ninety nine, there's crazy stuff out there)\nFlash the message, something's out there\n\nJohn Forte\nUh, uh, hey\nYo, John Forte\n\nJohn Forte:\nYo, yo hustle big hustle small all ya'll relate to this\nI'ma culture power baby, when I run right through it\nWhat the biz, money, you know John and what it is\nThen again, too many yes men (Wyclef: yo, John they missed it)\nHustle big, hustle small all ya'll relate to it\nI'ma culture power baby, when I slide right through it\nWhat the biz, money, you know John and what it is\nThen again, too many yes men inside the business\nWe stay grungy\nRisks take on the streets like a bungee\nHoes get nothing from me\nI'ma die feeling hungry\nRappers to complacing\nI make hits in the basement\nGot all the men on top wondering where their place is\nIf it's real, then it's real\nAnd it ain't no replacement\nThem jealous cats they talk need to all work adjacent\nI charcoal ya'll all into a image I molt\nSo I can teach you how to walk, eat, tricks, and buy volt\nMy shit is iz-ill\nWear three condoms in Brazil\nBrothers from the vill know four after iz-ill\nYou wanna know how we do, get real\nNow you fiz-eel\nYou couldn't take me if you bought the chisel\nWhat's the diz-eal\nEat four stars at every miz-eal\nYou kiz-ill\nThe vibe\nYou right from the fwiz-ill\nAnd stiz-ill\nMy flow riz-eal\nLeave you fiz-ill\nAnd leave ya'll all stuck like Jack without the Jiz-ill\n\nJenny Fujita:\nMe, my crew, and a little tour show\nLearned to flip the door with the money we've got\nThe blocks stay hot, getting knocked, it's on\nTill one by one, we were gone\nSubway sparks after dark\nFlash the message, something's out there\n(Wyclef: Suicide into suicide, parappa)\nFlash the message, something's out there\n\nJohn Forte:\nShoot the gip at the strips spine\nJuggling peeps learn to keep their lips tight\nI don't kick it out\nI told ya'll before it's hot\nFuck the floor\nI'm the boss when I rock the flip flops\nCulture hip hop before I take your head you should skip hop\nOr find us in your homes with the chrome and the shit's cop\nSo where's that, hey ya'll hoes hard, but the rappart\nI leave them in the means, with their lips shut, but did what\nYo money ease up, how you cease us\nYou better saw feefin lightning trees up\nSmoking with your man fantasizing something swiftly\nBut little did you know I had whole country with me) Wyclef:\nLittle do you know, little do you know\nLittle do you know, I got the whole country with me\nLittle do you know, uh\n\nRefugee Camp All-Stars\nDirty cats C O\nWyclef Jean\nNuts baby, nuts baby\nJohn Forte\nWhere you at, baby\nCome on, come on","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.85] () Jenny Fujita:\n[00:01.15] Me, my crew, and a little tour show\n[00:03.50] Learned to flip the door with the money we've got\n[00:07.27] The blocks stay hot, getting knocked, it's on\n[00:09.81] Till one by one, we were gone\n[00:13.57] Subway sparks after dark\n[00:16.73] Flash the message, something's out there\n[00:19.68] (Wyclef: Yo, John, that was the eighties man\n[00:22.21] This is ninety nine, there's crazy stuff out there)\n[00:23.34] Flash the message, something's out there\n[00:27.32] John Forte\n[00:29.02] Uh, uh, hey\n[00:32.06] Yo, John Forte\n[00:33.66] John Forte:\n[00:34.66] Yo, yo hustle big hustle small all ya'll relate to this\n[00:37.82] I'ma culture power baby, when I run right through it\n[00:40.77] What the biz, money, you know John and what it is\n[00:42.63] Then again, too many yes men (Wyclef: yo, John they missed it)\n[00:45.59] Hustle big, hustle small all ya'll relate to it\n[00:47.63] I'ma culture power baby, when I slide right through it\n[00:50.12] What the biz, money, you know John and what it is\n[00:52.68] Then again, too many yes men inside the business\n[00:55.29] We stay grungy\n[00:56.50] Risks take on the streets like a bungee\n[00:57.62] Hoes get nothing from me\n[00:59.13] I'ma die feeling hungry\n[01:00.53] Rappers to complacing\n[01:01.61] I make hits in the basement\n[01:02.99] Got all the men on top wondering where their place is\n[01:04.56] If it's real, then it's real\n[01:06.97] And it ain't no replacement\n[01:08.15] Them jealous cats they talk need to all work adjacent\n[01:10.21] I charcoal ya'll all into a image I molt\n[01:12.17] So I can teach you how to walk, eat, tricks, and buy volt\n[01:15.21] My shit is iz-ill\n[01:16.42] Wear three condoms in Brazil\n[01:17.74] Brothers from the vill know four after iz-ill\n[01:20.25] You wanna know how we do, get real\n[01:21.92] Now you fiz-eel\n[01:23.25] You couldn't take me if you bought the chisel\n[01:25.38] What's the diz-eal\n[01:26.43] Eat four stars at every miz-eal\n[01:28.27] You kiz-ill\n[01:28.75] The vibe\n[01:29.59] You right from the fwiz-ill\n[01:30.33] And stiz-ill\n[01:31.17] My flow riz-eal\n[01:32.18] Leave you fiz-ill\n[01:33.55] And leave ya'll all stuck like Jack without the Jiz-ill\n[01:35.16] Jenny Fujita:\n[01:35.60] Me, my crew, and a little tour show\n[01:37.57] Learned to flip the door with the money we've got\n[01:39.84] The blocks stay hot, getting knocked, it's on\n[01:42.20] Till one by one, we were gone\n[01:45.17] Subway sparks after dark\n[01:46.75] Flash the message, something's out there\n[01:49.92] 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do you know, little do you know\n  Little do you know, I got the whole country with me\n  Little do you know, uh\n\n  Refugee Camp All-Stars\n  Dirty cats C O\n  Wyclef Jean\n  Nuts baby, nuts baby\n  John Forte\n  Where you at, baby\n  Come on, come on\n"},{"id":31676155,"name":"All F#ucked Up","trackName":"All F#ucked Up","artistName":"John Forté","albumName":"Poly Sci","duration":182.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"The streets stay hot\nIt's all fucked up now\nNiggas just talk a lot\nIt's all fucked up now\n'09 On the block\nIt's all fucked up now\nBrothers getting got\nIt's all fucked up now\n\nSlap flies like the good guys, I'm small y'all\nAnd yet we're a large size, I knowledge'd all y'all\n\nRemember in the summer, free last was a wild one\nAnd now every schmo from years ago trying to rap on my album\nI don't knock it, that's peace, everybody got to eat\nBut if you wasn't into my shit, then stop acting like it\nYou poisoning my babies and now I'm too 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Like I really give a fuck who you run with\nMy son spread globally more harm than the A-bomb\nWe either come in peace or blow the knees that you pray on\nA man in exile better stay gone\n\nIn fact, you waiting on a stake and get sprayed on\nThe uncivilized rule the cypher, organize or retire\nThe meek stay meek and the weak stay weak\n\nThe streets stay hot\n\nIt's all fucked up now\nNiggas just talk a lot\nIt's all fucked up now\n'09 On the block\nIt's all fucked up now\nBrothers getting got\nIt's all fucked up now\n\nThe streets stay hot\nIt's all fucked up now\nNiggas just talk a lot\nIt's all fucked up now\n'09 On the block\nIt's all fucked up now\nBrothers getting got\nIt's all fucked up now\n\nMy best defense is a wise offense\nYou soft, black, you broke like a contact lens\nI travel seven deep with access to four thousand mens\nAnd that's pre-war, what? You wanna see more?\nI turn your whole block into a detour\nFuck you grilling me for? Blades is swift and guaranteed more\nFrom Athena Poly Sci, listen why you ain't see the things my men do?\n\nFuck being tough, niggas died out my window\nWe head nod in clubs, built with gods and the thugs\nSome rob for the need and some kill for the love\nSome stay laced from the weed or the Catholic speed\nBut it's all fucked up now indeed\n\nCan you relate that? I bomb a state 'cause I hate that\nJakes trap babies on the roof and make 'em jump\nDon't run, hold your ground, since you're with me, hold it down\nWhat? 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(Nutbaby!)\nI got vendetta son If I must say you need to recognize John Forte'...\n(Nutzbaby!)\nI want two minutes uninterrupted just to let you know how things go\n(Nutzbaby!)\nThe full on introduction listen hard I'll put you on to somethin'\n(Nutzbaby!)\nTo Let all the gentlemen and ladies finally meet the Nutzbaby! (Nutzbaby!)\n\n[Forte - One Verse]\n\nI heard the buzz lord, it trapped me\nWith all these niggas records sounding happy\nThat's nonsense, so even when I smile I'm kicking street shit you bounce with\nYou want what?! Affiliated, with some world-reknowneders\nfifteen records gold-plated\nBut it's the Nutzbaby, know your territory 'fore you play it\nIs you crazy nigga? Every ghetto block, tastes this gravy\nShady niggas taste to say we unofficial\nGrissle, slide dog I'm certified!\nYou rappers irk me to my heart\nWith a spike in every tree, odyssey\nSounding like you, gott-a\nBe who you be, Centers, don't shoot a three\nI hit it hard love, my pain is sincere\nI want revenge, wanna get me, Hot this year\nit's to stop your career\nSo brothers sit straight, bragging on the air like you're dead weight\nYou mid-weight, I'm closer to the street than a mix tape, baby\nwho you think you dealin' with?!\nI'm known to dip, on and off many tracks as I write my own shit\nSo who fraud? Speak on it god\nGet the point, while your shines getting snatched in the club,\nI'm gettin' love, In the strip joint, tight!\nV.I.P., all downtown, New York baby\nThree scoops and have 'em giggling, \"Oops, Nutzbaby!\"\nThis a grown man affair, I know thugs who strip 'em bare\nand do drugs like breathing air, but I rarely go there\nI'm here to think quick, and drink slow\nFor brothers that I link with, got liquid\nLike a flow, shorties actin' stank 'til they seen the video\nAnd wore ins with my mens, I break 'em off like bobby pins,\njoyride like Spragga Benz\nOnly seven niggas in this close, 'til death, an overdose\nManage funds with number one, O.T.'s with baby guns\nChop lock, with Mr. Rash, get laid, with Freddie Suade,\nNelda, you do the books, Pretty Pat, stay paid\nAnd to my mentor, the true inventor, Black Sinatra\nThe San Diego don, Adolph with Ollie Oshe\nSo what the deal? That the deal!\nI set shit off then peel\nAnd when I sell a million plates, we need to renegotiate\nMostly lately, I'm gettin' on 'em\nYou're trying to break me? I'm SHITTIN' on 'em!\nWell you can hate me 'cause I'm swift\nWho the mouthpiece for beef, jealous niggas just reef\nYou know the stat there, I bless it\nI ain't home, leave a message\nYou a hoe from years ago, John Forte' ain't in the rest here\nI let my mens call it, for the ballers if you check it\n'Cause All You Gotta Do is make a record!\n\n[Forte' - Spoken]\nAy yo Warren man, take that from the top man\nI'm-I'm-I'm not feelin' it...","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Hot (outro)\n  artist: John Forté\n  album: Poly Sci\n  duration_ms: 142106\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Forte Intro]\n\n  No need to be scared you got to be prepared (Nutzbaby!)\n  No games just taking names... (Nutbaby!)\n  I got vendetta son If I must say you need to recognize John Forte'...\n  (Nutzbaby!)\n  I want two minutes uninterrupted just to let you know how things go\n  (Nutzbaby!)\n  The full on introduction listen hard I'll put you on to somethin'\n  (Nutzbaby!)\n  To Let all the gentlemen and ladies finally meet the Nutzbaby! (Nutzbaby!)\n\n  [Forte - One Verse]\n\n  I heard the buzz lord, it trapped me\n  With all these niggas records sounding happy\n  That's nonsense, so even when I smile I'm kicking street shit you bounce with\n  You want what?! Affiliated, with some world-reknowneders\n  fifteen records gold-plated\n  But it's the Nutzbaby, know your territory 'fore you play it\n  Is you crazy nigga? Every ghetto block, tastes this gravy\n  Shady niggas taste to say we unofficial\n  Grissle, slide dog I'm certified!\n  You rappers irk me to my heart\n  With a spike in every tree, odyssey\n  Sounding like you, gott-a\n  Be who you be, Centers, don't shoot a three\n  I hit it hard love, my pain is sincere\n  I want revenge, wanna get me, Hot this year\n  it's to stop your career\n  So brothers sit straight, bragging on the air like you're dead weight\n  You mid-weight, I'm closer to the street than a mix tape, baby\n  who you think you dealin' with?!\n  I'm known to dip, on and off many tracks as I write my own shit\n  So who fraud? Speak on it god\n  Get the point, while your shines getting snatched in the club,\n  I'm gettin' love, In the strip joint, tight!\n  V.I.P., all downtown, New York baby\n  Three scoops and have 'em giggling, \"Oops, Nutzbaby!\"\n  This a grown man affair, I know thugs who strip 'em bare\n  and do drugs like breathing air, but I rarely go there\n  I'm here to think quick, and drink slow\n  For brothers that I link with, got liquid\n  Like a flow, shorties actin' stank 'til they seen the video\n  And wore ins with my mens, I break 'em off like bobby pins,\n  joyride like Spragga Benz\n  Only seven niggas in this close, 'til death, an overdose\n  Manage funds with number one, O.T.'s with baby guns\n  Chop lock, with Mr. Rash, get laid, with Freddie Suade,\n  Nelda, you do the books, Pretty Pat, stay paid\n  And to my mentor, the true inventor, Black Sinatra\n  The San Diego don, Adolph with Ollie Oshe\n  So what the deal? That the deal!\n  I set shit off then peel\n  And when I sell a million plates, we need to renegotiate\n  Mostly lately, I'm gettin' on 'em\n  You're trying to break me? I'm SHITTIN' on 'em!\n  Well you can hate me 'cause I'm swift\n  Who the mouthpiece for beef, jealous niggas just reef\n  You know the stat there, I bless it\n  I ain't home, leave a message\n  You a hoe from years ago, John Forte' ain't in the rest here\n  I let my mens call it, for the ballers if you check it\n  'Cause All You Gotta Do is make a record!\n\n  [Forte' - Spoken]\n  Ay yo Warren man, take that from the top man\n  I'm-I'm-I'm not feelin' it...\n"},{"id":18681572,"name":"The Right One / Father to Son (interlude)","trackName":"The Right One / Father to Son (interlude)","artistName":"John Forté","albumName":"Poly Sci","duration":270.08,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"featuring Prazwell\n\n[Forte' Speaking]\n\nIf you want it you 'gon' get it partner!\nWhat you think it look like? Nutzbaby...\n\nMy like I ain't tell you from the jump brotha\nDon't judge me 'cause of this baby... Let me know!\n\n[Forte' 1st Verse]\n\nEl Capitan first name John\nSwift on\nYou foes only do shows with new kicks on\nToe toes with my brother\nPass the Grey Poupon\nHoe cronies I don't know what the fuck y'all on\nSo long, a brother gone\nLearn it in quote\nI want a sista man, my beat Jamaicans rock on flows\nLaugh now, you know The Score\nBefore I killed The Carnival\nDon't stop\nYou knew me before the solo record dropped\nWhat?! I'm into passing on\nMovin' slow, inter - national\nSince I fork through the dough\nCalled my first girl a hoe, 'cause I sweat her\nNow I know better, to let it flow, like I never met her\nAnd let the show tour broads quick to fuck a man, in the spotlight\nThat's why I maintain the upperhand\nDamn! You know the half\nShit is straight, 'til I turn it\nWho fresh? You gonna blow it? Only if you know it!\n\n[Jeni Fujita Singing Chorus (Forte' in parentheses)]\n\nIf you want it, we got it! (You got The Right One, baby!)\nYou got The Right One, baby!\n\nIf you want it, we got it, decide it! (You got The Right One, baby!)\nYou got The Right One, baby!\n\nIf you want it, we got it! (You got The Right One, baby!)\nYou got The Right One, baby!\n\nIf you want it, we got it, decide it! (You got The Right One, baby!)\nYou got The Right One, baby!\n\n[Forte - 2nd Verse]\n\nWell it ain't nothing but a word\nThe noise I heard, could make a crew wanna shoot up every party and slide\nLike I'm supposed to show you love to try to get inside\nClub promoters 'fessin' with their little guest lists\nSleek, I'm twenty deep\nAll brothers in fact, now the line start with me, and it ends in the back\nYou don't love me, I know you like the record! Don't touch me!\nNiggas stay wack, like crack, in the dutchee\nSo why try me?\nSwift, I sure do be\nYou get touched more than frisked by club security\nLovely, what it look like?\nMy sons run stuff\nEvery time I touch a mic you wanna, \"Throw Guns Up!\"\nHard to follow\nHere to swipe the next man's dollar\nCrimes, white collar\nUnderground, like Kabala\nYou know the effort, all you do is make a record\nYou silly, like Milli's, we spray the milliseconds! What?!\n\n[Chorus]\n\n[Forte']\nDirty Cash, baby!\n\n[Prakazrel \"Pras\"]\n\nCheck it, Check it!\nI got The Right One\nthe only one\nAllstars, ichi bang (Japanese for #1 Rap Song)\nNiggas running up saying, \"Pras, put me on!\"\nHear my song\nSing along\nPass it on\nCapitan\nAnd Dirty Cash, 'til November we'll be gone!\nBust it!\n\n[Forte' & Jeni - Singing]\n\nAin't no moonshine last that long!\n\n[Forte]\n\nAround Mr. John\nI hater mackin' you\nRappers do like stone\nOn the don\nYou embarass me, more than chaperones at the prom\nYou rappers in the stall, is a ball, be gone!\nYou ain't never knew the truth, so don't get me wrong!\nYou know how we do, spot it, then I spit it, and lock it!\nEl Capitan, you want it? I got it!\n\n[Chorus]\n\n[Jeni Singing","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Right One / Father to Son (interlude)\n  artist: John Forté\n  album: Poly Sci\n  duration_ms: 270080\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  featuring Prazwell\n\n  [Forte' Speaking]\n\n  If you want it you 'gon' get it partner!\n  What you think it look like? Nutzbaby...\n\n  My like I ain't tell you from the jump brotha\n  Don't judge me 'cause of this baby... Let me know!\n\n  [Forte' 1st Verse]\n\n  El Capitan first name John\n  Swift on\n  You foes only do shows with new kicks on\n  Toe toes with my brother\n  Pass the Grey Poupon\n  Hoe cronies I don't know what the fuck y'all on\n  So long, a brother gone\n  Learn it in quote\n  I want a sista man, my beat Jamaicans rock on flows\n  Laugh now, you know The Score\n  Before I killed The Carnival\n  Don't stop\n  You knew me before the solo record dropped\n  What?! I'm into passing on\n  Movin' slow, inter - national\n  Since I fork through the dough\n  Called my first girl a hoe, 'cause I sweat her\n  Now I know better, to let it flow, like I never met her\n  And let the show tour broads quick to fuck a man, in the spotlight\n  That's why I maintain the upperhand\n  Damn! You know the half\n  Shit is straight, 'til I turn it\n  Who fresh? You gonna blow it? Only if you know it!\n\n  [Jeni Fujita Singing Chorus (Forte' in parentheses)]\n\n  If you want it, we got it! (You got The Right One, baby!)\n  You got The Right One, baby!\n\n  If you want it, we got it, decide it! (You got The Right One, baby!)\n  You got The Right One, baby!\n\n  If you want it, we got it! (You got The Right One, baby!)\n  You got The Right One, baby!\n\n  If you want it, we got it, decide it! (You got The Right One, baby!)\n  You got The Right One, baby!\n\n  [Forte - 2nd Verse]\n\n  Well it ain't nothing but a word\n  The noise I heard, could make a crew wanna shoot up every party and slide\n  Like I'm supposed to show you love to try to get inside\n  Club promoters 'fessin' with their little guest lists\n  Sleek, I'm twenty deep\n  All brothers in fact, now the line start with me, and it ends in the back\n  You don't love me, I know you like the record! Don't touch me!\n  Niggas stay wack, like crack, in the dutchee\n  So why try me?\n  Swift, I sure do be\n  You get touched more than frisked by club security\n  Lovely, what it look like?\n  My sons run stuff\n  Every time I touch a mic you wanna, \"Throw Guns Up!\"\n  Hard to follow\n  Here to swipe the next man's dollar\n  Crimes, white collar\n  Underground, like Kabala\n  You know the effort, all you do is make a record\n  You silly, like Milli's, we spray the milliseconds! What?!\n\n  [Chorus]\n\n  [Forte']\n  Dirty Cash, baby!\n\n  [Prakazrel \"Pras\"]\n\n  Check it, Check it!\n  I got The Right One\n  the only one\n  Allstars, ichi bang (Japanese for #1 Rap Song)\n  Niggas running up saying, \"Pras, put me on!\"\n  Hear my song\n  Sing along\n  Pass it on\n  Capitan\n  And Dirty Cash, 'til November we'll be gone!\n  Bust it!\n\n  [Forte' & Jeni - Singing]\n\n  Ain't no moonshine last that long!\n\n  [Forte]\n\n  Around Mr. John\n  I hater mackin' you\n  Rappers do like stone\n  On the don\n  You embarass me, more than chaperones at the prom\n  You rappers in the stall, is a ball, be gone!\n  You ain't never knew the truth, so don't get me wrong!\n  You know how we do, spot it, then I spit it, and lock it!\n  El Capitan, you want it? I got it!\n\n  [Chorus]\n\n  [Jeni Singing\n"},{"id":18616561,"name":"Hot (intro)","trackName":"Hot (intro)","artistName":"John Forté","albumName":"Poly Sci","duration":146.573061,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Forte Intro]\n\nNo need to be scared you got to be prepared (Nutzbaby!)\nNo games just taking names... (Nutbaby!)\nI got vendetta son If I must say you need to recognize John Forte'...\n(Nutzbaby!)\nI want two minutes uninterrupted just to let you know how things go\n(Nutzbaby!)\nThe full on introduction listen hard I'll put you on to somethin'\n(Nutzbaby!)\nTo Let all the gentlemen and ladies finally meet the Nutzbaby! (Nutzbaby!)\n\n[Forte - One Verse]\n\nI heard the buzz lord, it trapped me\nWith all these niggas records sounding happy\nThat's nonsense, so even when I smile I'm kicking street shit you bounce with\nYou want what?! Affiliated, with some world-reknowneders\nfifteen records gold-plated\nBut it's the Nutzbaby, know your territory 'fore you play it\nIs you crazy nigga? Every ghetto block, tastes this gravy\nShady niggas taste to say we unofficial\nGrissle, slide dog I'm certified!\nYou rappers irk me to my heart\nWith a spike in every tree, odyssey\nSounding like you, gott-a\nBe who you be, Centers, don't shoot a three\nI hit it hard love, my pain is sincere\nI want revenge, wanna get me, Hot this year\nit's to stop your career\nSo brothers sit straight, bragging on the air like you're dead weight\nYou mid-weight, I'm closer to the street than a mix tape, baby\nwho you think you dealin' with?!\nI'm known to dip, on and off many tracks as I write my own shit\nSo who fraud? Speak on it god\nGet the point, while your shines getting snatched in the club,\nI'm gettin' love, In the strip joint, tight!\nV.I.P., all downtown, New York baby\nThree scoops and have 'em giggling, \"Oops, Nutzbaby!\"\nThis a grown man affair, I know thugs who strip 'em bare\nand do drugs like breathing air, but I rarely go there\nI'm here to think quick, and drink slow\nFor brothers that I link with, got liquid\nLike a flow, shorties actin' stank 'til they seen the video\nAnd wore ins with my mens, I break 'em off like bobby pins,\njoyride like Spragga Benz\nOnly seven niggas in this close, 'til death, an overdose\nManage funds with number one, O.T.'s with baby guns\nChop lock, with Mr. Rash, get laid, with Freddie Suade,\nNelda, you do the books, Pretty Pat, stay paid\nAnd to my mentor, the true inventor, Black Sinatra\nThe San Diego don, Adolph with Ollie Oshe\nSo what the deal? That the deal!\nI set shit off then peel\nAnd when I sell a million plates, we need to renegotiate\nMostly lately, I'm gettin' on 'em\nYou're trying to break me? I'm SHITTIN' on 'em!\nWell you can hate me 'cause I'm swift\nWho the mouthpiece for beef, jealous niggas just reef\nYou know the stat there, I bless it\nI ain't home, leave a message\nYou a hoe from years ago, John Forte' ain't in the rest here\nI let my mens call it, for the ballers if you check it\n'Cause All You Gotta Do is make a record!\n\n[Forte' - Spoken]\nAy yo Warren man, take that from the top man\nI'm-I'm-I'm not feelin' it","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Hot (intro)\n  artist: John Forté\n  album: Poly Sci\n  duration_ms: 146573\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Forte Intro]\n\n  No need to be scared you got to be prepared (Nutzbaby!)\n  No games just taking names... (Nutbaby!)\n  I got vendetta son If I must say you need to recognize John Forte'...\n  (Nutzbaby!)\n  I want two minutes uninterrupted just to let you know how things go\n  (Nutzbaby!)\n  The full on introduction listen hard I'll put you on to somethin'\n  (Nutzbaby!)\n  To Let all the gentlemen and ladies finally meet the Nutzbaby! (Nutzbaby!)\n\n  [Forte - One Verse]\n\n  I heard the buzz lord, it trapped me\n  With all these niggas records sounding happy\n  That's nonsense, so even when I smile I'm kicking street shit you bounce with\n  You want what?! Affiliated, with some world-reknowneders\n  fifteen records gold-plated\n  But it's the Nutzbaby, know your territory 'fore you play it\n  Is you crazy nigga? Every ghetto block, tastes this gravy\n  Shady niggas taste to say we unofficial\n  Grissle, slide dog I'm certified!\n  You rappers irk me to my heart\n  With a spike in every tree, odyssey\n  Sounding like you, gott-a\n  Be who you be, Centers, don't shoot a three\n  I hit it hard love, my pain is sincere\n  I want revenge, wanna get me, Hot this year\n  it's to stop your career\n  So brothers sit straight, bragging on the air like you're dead weight\n  You mid-weight, I'm closer to the street than a mix tape, baby\n  who you think you dealin' with?!\n  I'm known to dip, on and off many tracks as I write my own shit\n  So who fraud? Speak on it god\n  Get the point, while your shines getting snatched in the club,\n  I'm gettin' love, In the strip joint, tight!\n  V.I.P., all downtown, New York baby\n  Three scoops and have 'em giggling, \"Oops, Nutzbaby!\"\n  This a grown man affair, I know thugs who strip 'em bare\n  and do drugs like breathing air, but I rarely go there\n  I'm here to think quick, and drink slow\n  For brothers that I link with, got liquid\n  Like a flow, shorties actin' stank 'til they seen the video\n  And wore ins with my mens, I break 'em off like bobby pins,\n  joyride like Spragga Benz\n  Only seven niggas in this close, 'til death, an overdose\n  Manage funds with number one, O.T.'s with baby guns\n  Chop lock, with Mr. Rash, get laid, with Freddie Suade,\n  Nelda, you do the books, Pretty Pat, stay paid\n  And to my mentor, the true inventor, Black Sinatra\n  The San Diego don, Adolph with Ollie Oshe\n  So what the deal? That the deal!\n  I set shit off then peel\n  And when I sell a million plates, we need to renegotiate\n  Mostly lately, I'm gettin' on 'em\n  You're trying to break me? I'm SHITTIN' on 'em!\n  Well you can hate me 'cause I'm swift\n  Who the mouthpiece for beef, jealous niggas just reef\n  You know the stat there, I bless it\n  I ain't home, leave a message\n  You a hoe from years ago, John Forte' ain't in the rest here\n  I let my mens call it, for the ballers if you check it\n  'Cause All You Gotta Do is make a record!\n\n  [Forte' - Spoken]\n  Ay yo Warren man, take that from the top man\n  I'm-I'm-I'm not feelin' it\n"},{"id":20620130,"name":"P.B.E. (Powerful, Beautiful, Excellent)","trackName":"P.B.E. (Powerful, Beautiful, Excellent)","artistName":"John Forté","albumName":"Poly Sci","duration":249.208163,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Forte']\n\nI encourage everyone to sing along...\nUnh-huh, with the song...\nYo you can bump this, on every side of the compass\nYou know the crew, you can ask Grady\nWe not playin' baby\nWe just Nutzbaby\nCan you dig it lady? yo...\n\nI'm Powerful, man... (Powerful)\nYo, I'm Beautiful man...(Beautiful)\nYo, I'm Excellent man...(Excellent)\nCome on man you really can't even dig it baby, come on now...\nI'm...\n\n[Chorus: Forte]\n\nPowerful, Beautiful, Excellent!\nYou the little thing that I want!\n\nPowerful, Beautiful, Excellent!\nYou the dime piece that I want!\n\nCome on now again...\nPowerful, Beautiful, Excellent!\nYou the little wiz that I want!\n\nPowerful, Beautiful, Excellent!\nIt's too much iron that I want! (P.B.E.!)\n\n[Verse One: Forte']\n\nMmHmm... Shorty got a little walk wit' her\nSpread the word I wanna have a little talk wit' her\nI heard a few cats dealed out and forked with her\nSure... She knew my name, looking cute, acting awkwarder\nYo D, double park the B outside\nI ain't even take a step yet, she's alkaline!\nBut I don't sweat it though\nSome brothers'll never know\nKids know my style, matico!\nAnd with a short stay, at the crib of John Forte'\nI leave that body shook like your first court date\nOoo, You is so fine!\nAmongst the best, you a diamond in the gold mine\nI turn it and have you digging it in no time\nWhy you laughing at the captain, that ain't no lyin'?\nAs if I said this before, who'd be foolish to ask for mo'?\nAs if you didn't know!\n\n[Chorus]\n\nWell yea Dad, I travel 'round\nRan through many towns\nI met too many clowns, on many grounds\nAlthough I love women-kind\nA devil comes in all forms, shape, colours, of many minds\nSeductive, your G's tight love, but destructive\nThe type to throw a fit to keep your man pussy-whipped\nBaby, who you think you dealin' wit'?\nI was schooled by the same vets who used the same game\nto put your moms and your aunts in check\nAnd still feelin' it, you dig?\nNow think hard, before you say another word\nActin' like you never heard of this P.B.E.\nF-O-R-T-E, asking over he--\nThat little diplomat, who can break yo' back\nSo where your head at? You want a li'l beef? Tat-tat!\nWorldwide, allegience, stick it, and respect that\nBet that Brownsvillie hard love, and silly\nTwenty slash twenty (20/20), Barbara, call me honey\nShow me yo' money\nMy crew though paid, stay hungry\nI still let a shorty fund me\nYou a dummy, I'll report if you want me!\n\n[Chorus]\n\n[Verse Three: Forte']\n\nYou want something to relieve, and royally, we're the kings\n\"And Bat-Man don't wear G-strings!\" (Imitating Wyclef dissing LL Cool J)\nYou a baby, still teething\nMy crew, sneak up on you like a bee-sting\nOysters, touting ginseng\nYou've got a private invi - to - the - tation\nWasting my time and your time, makes me impatient\nSo listen to the tracks as the lights go out\nWild cats clear the front, turn your thang - thangs out! (No Doubt!)\n\nP.B.E.!\n\nP.B.E.!\n\nPardon the interruption\nBut I was just discussing\nYour fine figures, won't you hang out with my niggas\nWe 'gon', party until the daybreak\nAnd do whatever it takes\nTo satisfy your appetite and treat you right, baby!\n\nPowerful, Beautiful, Excellent! ... P.B.E.! [x5]\n\n[Darryl \"#1\" Phillips: talking in background]","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: P.B.E. (Powerful, Beautiful, Excellent)\n  artist: John Forté\n  album: Poly Sci\n  duration_ms: 249208\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Forte']\n\n  I encourage everyone to sing along...\n  Unh-huh, with the song...\n  Yo you can bump this, on every side of the compass\n  You know the crew, you can ask Grady\n  We not playin' baby\n  We just Nutzbaby\n  Can you dig it lady? yo...\n\n  I'm Powerful, man... (Powerful)\n  Yo, I'm Beautiful man...(Beautiful)\n  Yo, I'm Excellent man...(Excellent)\n  Come on man you really can't even dig it baby, come on now...\n  I'm...\n\n  [Chorus: Forte]\n\n  Powerful, Beautiful, Excellent!\n  You the little thing that I want!\n\n  Powerful, Beautiful, Excellent!\n  You the dime piece that I want!\n\n  Come on now again...\n  Powerful, Beautiful, Excellent!\n  You the little wiz that I want!\n\n  Powerful, Beautiful, Excellent!\n  It's too much iron that I want! (P.B.E.!)\n\n  [Verse One: Forte']\n\n  MmHmm... Shorty got a little walk wit' her\n  Spread the word I wanna have a little talk wit' her\n  I heard a few cats dealed out and forked with her\n  Sure... She knew my name, looking cute, acting awkwarder\n  Yo D, double park the B outside\n  I ain't even take a step yet, she's alkaline!\n  But I don't sweat it though\n  Some brothers'll never know\n  Kids know my style, matico!\n  And with a short stay, at the crib of John Forte'\n  I leave that body shook like your first court date\n  Ooo, You is so fine!\n  Amongst the best, you a diamond in the gold mine\n  I turn it and have you digging it in no time\n  Why you laughing at the captain, that ain't no lyin'?\n  As if I said this before, who'd be foolish to ask for mo'?\n  As if you didn't know!\n\n  [Chorus]\n\n  Well yea Dad, I travel 'round\n  Ran through many towns\n  I met too many clowns, on many grounds\n  Although I love women-kind\n  A devil comes in all forms, shape, colours, of many minds\n  Seductive, your G's tight love, but destructive\n  The type to throw a fit to keep your man pussy-whipped\n  Baby, who you think you dealin' wit'?\n  I was schooled by the same vets who used the same game\n  to put your moms and your aunts in check\n  And still feelin' it, you dig?\n  Now think hard, before you say another word\n  Actin' like you never heard of this P.B.E.\n  F-O-R-T-E, asking over he--\n  That little diplomat, who can break yo' back\n  So where your head at? You want a li'l beef? Tat-tat!\n  Worldwide, allegience, stick it, and respect that\n  Bet that Brownsvillie hard love, and silly\n  Twenty slash twenty (20/20), Barbara, call me honey\n  Show me yo' money\n  My crew though paid, stay hungry\n  I still let a shorty fund me\n  You a dummy, I'll report if you want me!\n\n  [Chorus]\n\n  [Verse Three: Forte']\n\n  You want something to relieve, and royally, we're the kings\n  \"And Bat-Man don't wear G-strings!\" (Imitating Wyclef dissing LL Cool J)\n  You a baby, still teething\n  My crew, sneak up on you like a bee-sting\n  Oysters, touting ginseng\n  You've got a private invi - to - the - tation\n  Wasting my time and your time, makes me impatient\n  So listen to the tracks as the lights go out\n  Wild cats clear the front, turn your thang - thangs out! (No Doubt!)\n\n  P.B.E.!\n\n  P.B.E.!\n\n  Pardon the interruption\n  But I was just discussing\n  Your fine figures, won't you hang out with my niggas\n  We 'gon', party until the daybreak\n  And do whatever it takes\n  To satisfy your appetite and treat you right, baby!\n\n  Powerful, Beautiful, Excellent! ... P.B.E.! 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shit is iz-ill\n[01:15.74] Wear three condoms in Brazil\n[01:17.36] Brothers from the vill know four after iz-ill\n[01:18.97] You wanna know how we do, get real\n[01:21.59] Now you fiz-eel\n[01:22.72] You couldn't take me if you bought the chisel\n[01:24.58] What's the diz-eal\n[01:26.58] Eat four stars at every miz-eal\n[01:27.46] You kiz-ill\n[01:28.33] The vibe\n[01:28.73] You right from the fwiz-ill\n[01:30.04] And stiz-ill\n[01:30.77] My flow riz-eal\n[01:31.55] Leave you fiz-ill\n[01:32.59] And leave ya'll all stuck like Jack without the Jiz-ill\n[01:34.28] Jenny Fujita:\n[01:35.03] Me, my crew, and a little tour show\n[01:36.86] Learned to flip the door with the money we got\n[01:38.30] The blocks stay hot, getting knocked, it's on\n[01:41.07] So one by one, we were gone\n[01:42.28] Subway sparks after dark\n[01:43.11] Flash the message, something's out there\n[01:45.37] (Wyclef: Suicide into suicide, parappa)\n[01:52.10] Flash the message, something's out there\n[01:54.35] John 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real\n  Now you fiz-eel\n  You couldn't take me if you bought the chisel\n  What's the diz-eal\n  Eat four stars at every miz-eal\n  You kiz-ill\n  The vibe\n  You right from the fwiz-ill\n  And stiz-ill\n  My flow riz-eal\n  Leave you fiz-ill\n  And leave ya'll all stuck like Jack without the Jiz-ill\n\n  Jenny Fujita:\n  Me, my crew, and a little tour show\n  Learned to flip the door with the money we got\n  The blocks stay hot, getting knocked, it's on\n  So one by one, we were gone\n  Subway sparks after dark\n  Flash the message, something's out there\n  (Wyclef: Suicide into suicide, parappa)\n  Flash the message, something's out there\n\n  John Forte:\n  Shoot the gip at the strips spine\n  Juggling peeps learn to keep their lips tight\n  I don't kick it out\n  I told ya'll before it's hot\n  Fuck the floor\n  I'm the boss when I rock the flip flops\n  Culture hip hop before I take your head you should skip hop\n  Or find us in your homes with the chrome and the shit's cop\n  So where's that, hey ya'll hoes hard, but the rappart\n  I leave them in the means, with their lips shut, but did what\n  Yo money ease up, how you cease us\n  You better saw feefin lightning trees up\n  Smoking with your man fantasizing something swiftly\n  But little did you know I had whole country with me\n  (bridge) Wyclef:\n  Little do you know, little do you know\n  Little do you know, I got the whole country with me\n  Little do you know, uh\n  chorus\n  bridge\n  chorus\n  Wyclef:\n  Refugee Camp All-Stars\n  Dirty cats C O\n  Wyclef Jean\n  Nuts baby, nuts baby\n  John Forte\n  Where you at, baby\n  Come on, come on\n"},{"id":20823610,"name":"We Got This","trackName":"We Got This","artistName":"John Forté","albumName":"Poly Sci","duration":220.551837,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"featuring 20 Grand DMX\n\n...(Forte & DMX Growling)...\n\n[Chorus Forte' & DMX]\n\n{Forte'}\nYou wanna bust guns? (You wanna lock fists?) DMX in parentheses\n\n{Forte}\nForte'! (DMX!)\n\n{Forte'}\nBe the hottest!\n\n{Forte' & DMX}\nWe Got This! (You ain't hear?!)\n\n{Forte'}\nWe Got This! (Nigga! You ain't hear?!)\n\n{Forte'}\nWe Got This!\n\n{Forte' & DMX}\nStraight up! We locked it!\n\n[Forte' - Verse One]\n\nAssociated with the razor blade spinners like gym stars\nand heavy hitters,\nThem younger gods love banana clips, broads that strip\ncandle wax, brown Beamers to whip\nAnd jerk a bitch, known to hit ya, for taking pictures!\nThirty two shots to split ya!\nIt's all about the cash when I'm fuckin' wit' ya!\nJohn could make ya richer!\nFuck the Prince of Bel-Air!\nI'm known to sell heir, got game like a politician\nwhose trying to add on, when it's not addition\nYou need to revamp! The hottest nigga out the Refugee Camp!\nRun up on you B, and leave your seat damp!\nAnd sell stocks slow, sellin' high, by low\nFrom Madina up to Y.O.\nEl Capitan John, micapo\nGet tore down, and that's the way it go down!\nThe east is like the wild west without the showdown!\nThem niggas be like, \"what now?!\"\nGet cut down! From the gut down!\nIntense heh? And leave you shut down!\nYou knocked out! Regardless, what round! WHAT NOW?!\n\n[Dmx]\nUnghh! My nigga said it!\nNiggas'll get it! That's the rule!\nI'm 'bout to break money off - a - li'l somethin', pass the food!\nCuz when I'm drunk! I'm a different nigga!\nAnd all you gonna see is a spark, ain't no whiffin' nigga!\nI figure like this... It's just me against the world!\nCuz all my fuckin' life, it's been the world against Earl!\nWhat you think I'm-a do... when my back's against the wall!?\nFuck it! get ROLLED! Roll 'til I fall!\nX'll Kill 'em all! That's what they say to me now!\nYou vermon nigga! In a time where it's okay to be foul!\nAnd you lovin' it!\nIt's got John Blaze! Just duckin' it!\nAnd this track won't rest, unless X'll put the slug in it!\nBut, would it fit?! Nah, don't even think like that!\nThis is some shit that I could let go, and bring right back!\nIt's like crack, if you cook it, overlook it, so I shook it!\nLike a pit, what you get, is what you wit' me so I took it!\n\n[Chorus 2x]\n\n[20 Grand Pikasoe - Verse Two]\n\nThis track'll make me zone out!\nRun up in the party with the chrome out!\nClear Jerome out, no doubt!\nIce jingling, sons mingling, drugs we bring it in!\nPikasoe baby!\nGotta get this money baby!\n50's and 100's baby!\nMy whole crew be sonnin' you\nWhat you gonna talk about wit' a gun in front of you?!\nNiggas grimy wit' it, slimy wit' it!\n\n[Forte']\n\nPut in the card baby, you gone\nToo many hard rappers live for cunan\nYou knew John was too on\nMe and DMX, whether change your suit on\nWalk dogs, word to god bound to live large and get charged, WHAT!?\n\n[DMX]\n\nUnghh! Unghh!\nIf you my dog, YOU CREEP WHEN I CREEP!\nEAT WHEN I EAT!\nSLEEP WHEN I SLEEP!\nFor real, SHIT IS DEEP!\nAnd what you don't know, will kill you!\nFrom X, to Forte' niggas will feel you!\n\n[Forte']\n\nI'm roundin' mine more\nAnd very few can nine hold\nThe kick's too strong, y'all niggas do songs, we live on!\nDough to sit on!\nI'm down to shit on!\nWatch y'all talkin' mothafuckas keep walkin' watch the dogs barkin'!\n\n[DMX]\n\nUngh! Ungh! Ungh!\nI set the clock!\nClip the glock!\nHit the block!\nRip the rock!\nIn the sock!\nGet the knot!\nThis shit is hot!\nCan't deny it, you mothafuckas since you know how it go, don't try it!\n\n[Chorus - 3x","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: We Got This\n  artist: John Forté\n  album: Poly Sci\n  duration_ms: 220552\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  featuring 20 Grand DMX\n\n  ...(Forte & DMX Growling)...\n\n  [Chorus Forte' & DMX]\n\n  {Forte'}\n  You wanna bust guns? (You wanna lock fists?) DMX in parentheses\n\n  {Forte}\n  Forte'! (DMX!)\n\n  {Forte'}\n  Be the hottest!\n\n  {Forte' & DMX}\n  We Got This! (You ain't hear?!)\n\n  {Forte'}\n  We Got This! (Nigga! You ain't hear?!)\n\n  {Forte'}\n  We Got This!\n\n  {Forte' & DMX}\n  Straight up! We locked it!\n\n  [Forte' - Verse One]\n\n  Associated with the razor blade spinners like gym stars\n  and heavy hitters,\n  Them younger gods love banana clips, broads that strip\n  candle wax, brown Beamers to whip\n  And jerk a bitch, known to hit ya, for taking pictures!\n  Thirty two shots to split ya!\n  It's all about the cash when I'm fuckin' wit' ya!\n  John could make ya richer!\n  Fuck the Prince of Bel-Air!\n  I'm known to sell heir, got game like a politician\n  whose trying to add on, when it's not addition\n  You need to revamp! The hottest nigga out the Refugee Camp!\n  Run up on you B, and leave your seat damp!\n  And sell stocks slow, sellin' high, by low\n  From Madina up to Y.O.\n  El Capitan John, micapo\n  Get tore down, and that's the way it go down!\n  The east is like the wild west without the showdown!\n  Them niggas be like, \"what now?!\"\n  Get cut down! From the gut down!\n  Intense heh? And leave you shut down!\n  You knocked out! Regardless, what round! WHAT NOW?!\n\n  [Dmx]\n  Unghh! My nigga said it!\n  Niggas'll get it! That's the rule!\n  I'm 'bout to break money off - a - li'l somethin', pass the food!\n  Cuz when I'm drunk! I'm a different nigga!\n  And all you gonna see is a spark, ain't no whiffin' nigga!\n  I figure like this... It's just me against the world!\n  Cuz all my fuckin' life, it's been the world against Earl!\n  What you think I'm-a do... when my back's against the wall!?\n  Fuck it! get ROLLED! Roll 'til I fall!\n  X'll Kill 'em all! That's what they say to me now!\n  You vermon nigga! In a time where it's okay to be foul!\n  And you lovin' it!\n  It's got John Blaze! Just duckin' it!\n  And this track won't rest, unless X'll put the slug in it!\n  But, would it fit?! Nah, don't even think like that!\n  This is some shit that I could let go, and bring right back!\n  It's like crack, if you cook it, overlook it, so I shook it!\n  Like a pit, what you get, is what you wit' me so I took it!\n\n  [Chorus 2x]\n\n  [20 Grand Pikasoe - Verse Two]\n\n  This track'll make me zone out!\n  Run up in the party with the chrome out!\n  Clear Jerome out, no doubt!\n  Ice jingling, sons mingling, drugs we bring it in!\n  Pikasoe baby!\n  Gotta get this money baby!\n  50's and 100's baby!\n  My whole crew be sonnin' you\n  What you gonna talk about wit' a gun in front of you?!\n  Niggas grimy wit' it, slimy wit' it!\n\n  [Forte']\n\n  Put in the card baby, you gone\n  Too many hard rappers live for cunan\n  You knew John was too on\n  Me and DMX, whether change your suit on\n  Walk dogs, word to god bound to live large and get charged, WHAT!?\n\n  [DMX]\n\n  Unghh! Unghh!\n  If you my dog, YOU CREEP WHEN I CREEP!\n  EAT WHEN I EAT!\n  SLEEP WHEN I SLEEP!\n  For real, SHIT IS DEEP!\n  And what you don't know, will kill you!\n  From X, to Forte' niggas will feel you!\n\n  [Forte']\n\n  I'm roundin' mine more\n  And very few can nine hold\n  The kick's too strong, y'all niggas do songs, we live on!\n  Dough to sit on!\n  I'm down to shit on!\n  Watch y'all talkin' mothafuckas keep walkin' watch the dogs barkin'!\n\n  [DMX]\n\n  Ungh! Ungh! Ungh!\n  I set the clock!\n  Clip the glock!\n  Hit the block!\n  Rip the rock!\n  In the sock!\n  Get the knot!\n  This shit is hot!\n  Can't deny it, you mothafuckas since you know how it go, don't try it!\n\n  [Chorus - 3x\n"},{"id":21990778,"name":"They Got Me","trackName":"They Got Me","artistName":"John Forté","albumName":"Poly Sci","duration":290.586122,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"featuring Destruct Fat Joe\n\n[Forte' Chorus]\n\nThey Got Me killin with them\nThey Got Me sinnin' with them\nSmokin' drum holdin' arms bustin' guns with them\n\nThey Got Me fearin' the pen cuz I don't want to go in\nIt's going on and n on and n on again!\n\n[Forte' Verse One]\n\nYo Call my lawyer\nThey ran up on me son ain't nothin' for ya\nTwo shots my allabies I'm with Joe and De La Hoya\nFight on ran up in the crib and turned the lights on\nYo get this, Mothafucka! I don't leave no witness\nLike Larry Fishburne, I'll meet in Hawthorne, pushin' lefts\nWith no signal light on, yo word bond, I know the shit's on!\nCalled Don Cartagena from the Pilan\nYo be war, lawyers and attorneys trying to hurt me\nIndeed I, feel stressed\nClutched my shorty's chest smokin' C.I.'s\nTruth or die, shoot the five, uncivilized to B.Y.'s\nMuffled lives, like a pit bull at will\nSit still, or you're shook real, y'all niggas need to get real, or get killed!\nThe 4-fifth, call the men still, alcohol's never distilled\nA hundred proof vest, bulletproof!\n\n[Forte- Chorus 2x]\n\n[ Fat Joe - Verse Two]\n\nUngh, yeah yeah...\nI live a plush life\nNothin' on my wrist, crushed ice\nBumpin' the heist, in the GS with the bug lights\nJust us guys, tough guys, the puff lye\nCut up pies from night, 'til the sunrise\nIf one of us dies, his fam gets a share\nEvery man's treated fair, no one's getting his hand kissed in the chair\nWe all shine as individuals, ex-criminals, we trained to not hate you for the\nresiduals\nNow his interludes, reflecting how we was reppin'\nSnappin' necks-n-----Charging the mob for our protection\nI'm still rejecting offers from half the forces\nA corner office, and ten percent of all extortions\nI'm still enforcing, but only when it's close to home\nDo it for Tony, he taught me how to hold my own\nBut now I'm fully grown, and I got dreams of my own\nMy whole team on the throne, living like kings out of Rome... It's on!\n\n[Forte' - Chorus 2x]\n\n[Fat Joe - Verse 3]\n\nUngh... Yeah.Yo...\nFor the right price\nI'll put any rapper on ice\nOver three gods, Terror Squad'll cough 'em up real nice\nSend him to Christ, taking his life's not a problem\nI've been robbin' niggas and pullin' triggas way before my album\nDrownding my sorrows with bottles of Moe\nAnybody can go, lose your control, end up a John Doe\nYou didn't know, my shit is game tight\nThe insane type to bust open your brain with a drainpipe\nIt ain't right, but I don't give a - UNGHH!\nMe and Punisher contemplate your death, like the governer\nMy red dot that make ya head hot, disgusting wet spot\nBlood gushing down your bumbleclot dreadlocks!\n\n[Forte']\n\nAyo Joe! We suffocating with the headlock\nLet's fly the kite to his Ma\nYou leave the key inside the breadbox\nI hold the toaster, Fugee-Camou coats and penny loafers\nGlass table meetings with Dons, I'm nice wit' mine\nNo time to be fair, I build in this square\nI'm holdin' it there, my corporation's like a million in share\nThe gat push weak niggas back, from Brownsville to Flatbush\n9- double 1 dialing shorty wildin'\nShe tryin' to send the god up to the island\nLike the rest of my fam, the best of the damned\nThe Beast, who locked the rest of my mens\nLease a tenant, four pounds are fingerprinted\nLouisville's aluminum invented, some dumb scent it and peppermint it!\n\n[Forte' - Chorus 2x]\n\n[Destruct - Verse Four]\n\nWe're just thugs for life\nBustin' slugs for life\nForte', Brownsville, Gun tec unite\nFat Joe, BX you know the shit stay tight\nCap's casings, blast faces, and do what you like!\nCap's casings, blast faces, and do what you like!\nMy son drive a bust guns, though the shit ain't right\nWe're just thugs for life, bustin' slugs for life\nForte'! Brownsville! Gun tec, unite!\n\nBrownsville! BX! (Repeat & Fade out)\nForte","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: They Got Me\n  artist: John Forté\n  album: Poly Sci\n  duration_ms: 290586\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  featuring Destruct Fat Joe\n\n  [Forte' Chorus]\n\n  They Got Me killin with them\n  They Got Me sinnin' with them\n  Smokin' drum holdin' arms bustin' guns with them\n\n  They Got Me fearin' the pen cuz I don't want to go in\n  It's going on and n on and n on again!\n\n  [Forte' Verse One]\n\n  Yo Call my lawyer\n  They ran up on me son ain't nothin' for ya\n  Two shots my allabies I'm with Joe and De La Hoya\n  Fight on ran up in the crib and turned the lights on\n  Yo get this, Mothafucka! I don't leave no witness\n  Like Larry Fishburne, I'll meet in Hawthorne, pushin' lefts\n  With no signal light on, yo word bond, I know the shit's on!\n  Called Don Cartagena from the Pilan\n  Yo be war, lawyers and attorneys trying to hurt me\n  Indeed I, feel stressed\n  Clutched my shorty's chest smokin' C.I.'s\n  Truth or die, shoot the five, uncivilized to B.Y.'s\n  Muffled lives, like a pit bull at will\n  Sit still, or you're shook real, y'all niggas need to get real, or get killed!\n  The 4-fifth, call the men still, alcohol's never distilled\n  A hundred proof vest, bulletproof!\n\n  [Forte- Chorus 2x]\n\n  [ Fat Joe - Verse Two]\n\n  Ungh, yeah yeah...\n  I live a plush life\n  Nothin' on my wrist, crushed ice\n  Bumpin' the heist, in the GS with the bug lights\n  Just us guys, tough guys, the puff lye\n  Cut up pies from night, 'til the sunrise\n  If one of us dies, his fam gets a share\n  Every man's treated fair, no one's getting his hand kissed in the chair\n  We all shine as individuals, ex-criminals, we trained to not hate you for the\n  residuals\n  Now his interludes, reflecting how we was reppin'\n  Snappin' necks-n-----Charging the mob for our protection\n  I'm still rejecting offers from half the forces\n  A corner office, and ten percent of all extortions\n  I'm still enforcing, but only when it's close to home\n  Do it for Tony, he taught me how to hold my own\n  But now I'm fully grown, and I got dreams of my own\n  My whole team on the throne, living like kings out of Rome... It's on!\n\n  [Forte' - Chorus 2x]\n\n  [Fat Joe - Verse 3]\n\n  Ungh... Yeah.Yo...\n  For the right price\n  I'll put any rapper on ice\n  Over three gods, Terror Squad'll cough 'em up real nice\n  Send him to Christ, taking his life's not a problem\n  I've been robbin' niggas and pullin' triggas way before my album\n  Drownding my sorrows with bottles of Moe\n  Anybody can go, lose your control, end up a John Doe\n  You didn't know, my shit is game tight\n  The insane type to bust open your brain with a drainpipe\n  It ain't right, but I don't give a - UNGHH!\n  Me and Punisher contemplate your death, like the governer\n  My red dot that make ya head hot, disgusting wet spot\n  Blood gushing down your bumbleclot dreadlocks!\n\n  [Forte']\n\n  Ayo Joe! We suffocating with the headlock\n  Let's fly the kite to his Ma\n  You leave the key inside the breadbox\n  I hold the toaster, Fugee-Camou coats and penny loafers\n  Glass table meetings with Dons, I'm nice wit' mine\n  No time to be fair, I build in this square\n  I'm holdin' it there, my corporation's like a million in share\n  The gat push weak niggas back, from Brownsville to Flatbush\n  9- double 1 dialing shorty wildin'\n  She tryin' to send the god up to the island\n  Like the rest of my fam, the best of the damned\n  The Beast, who locked the rest of my mens\n  Lease a tenant, four pounds are fingerprinted\n  Louisville's aluminum invented, some dumb scent it and peppermint it!\n\n  [Forte' - Chorus 2x]\n\n  [Destruct - Verse Four]\n\n  We're just thugs for life\n  Bustin' slugs for life\n  Forte', Brownsville, Gun tec unite\n  Fat Joe, BX you know the shit stay tight\n  Cap's casings, blast faces, and do what you like!\n  Cap's casings, blast faces, and do what you like!\n  My son drive a bust guns, though the shit ain't right\n  We're just thugs for life, bustin' slugs for life\n  Forte'! Brownsville! Gun tec, unite!\n\n  Brownsville! BX! (Repeat & Fade out)\n  Forte\n"},{"id":21442146,"name":"God Is Love God Is War","trackName":"God Is Love God Is War","artistName":"John Forté","albumName":"Poly Sci","duration":273.946122,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Recently I was compelled to tell the tale of two men\nNot long ago in a club in the dead of winter\nThey'd come into conflict over mistaken identities\nBrought forth by the pursuit of a woman\nShe ultimately became the scapegoat for an ego maniacal environment\nThere are two sides to every coin as well as every story\nBalance is a way of life... Be it for better or worse\n\nRight, Left\nNorth, South\nTwo sides balance out\nBlack, White\nEither or\nGod Is Love, God Is War\n\nRight, Left\nNorth, South\nTwo sides balance out\nBlack, White\nEither or\nGod Is Love, God Is War!\n\nIn peace, live by the sword\nGod Is love, God Is War\nMost cats out on the streets don't know what they're fighting for\nBuckwild, despite the law\nAnd nobody like to run\nHit holders with shoulder chips up in the club\nYo, that's the wrong man money\nAnd you rubbed his bitch\nAnd that man make money, have you seen his clique?\nEvery member flying iron and their knights with it\nYou feeling pressure, like a black where only whites can sit\nWell you ain't want a situation, but you've got one here\nYou don't want to see the bin, you've been out on year\nHow you trying to play it off up in this club if you dare to\nYou walk beside the mix, and your mens ain't near you\nYou want to holler names, knowing well that they won't hear you\nAnd this nigga here really got to learn to fear you\nYou're feeling your conceal knowing that you've got to tear through\nIn their room\nHolding onto life like an heirloom!\n\nRight, Left\nNorth, South\nTwo sides balance out\nBlack, White\nEither or\nGod Is Love, God Is War\n\nRight, Left\nNorth, South\nTwo sides balance out\nBlack, White\nEither or\nGod Is Love, God Is War!\n\nHey yo my back is on the wall\nAnd I pray that god bless you\nI'm running out of patience, and you're blatant disrespectful\nMy crew never played, we was babies getting paid\nSpots locked from Coney Island to the Brooklyn Promenade\nTook lives and stealing I.V.'s, very few niggas like me\nThe Devil in your midst, and what you don't know could hurt you\nMy squad terrorize everything outside their circle\nShit! These mens are worse, and they all is thirst\nBut it's more than just the woman, my respect comes first\nMan I, burst buffoons when I curse with coons\nIf you survive, may your Mother come and nurse your wounds\nOnly to, catch it again\nRule one, no friends\nThis club shit'll make you careless\nMy burners leave you airless (Yeah)\nSeconds away from your last day (from your last day, seconds away\nEveryday, all day)\n\nRight, Left\nNorth, South\nTwo sides balance out\nBlack, White\nEither or\nGod Is Love, God Is War\n\nRight, Left\nNorth, South\nTwo sides balance out\nBlack, White\nEither or\nGod Is Love, God Is War!\nWell, like my pops said, \"you play, you gotta pay\"(True-true)\n\nI dig your sham, but my man's on the real (But who you?)\nMy sons put me on, and I heard of the name\nBut you got 1 second left, out of 5 for fame\nThough outnumbered, I want it\nYou the hunter, getting hunted\nBy a younger predator, if you want it\nAnd son if it come down to the wire, and my mens ain't 'round\nWe gonna do what we gotta, 'cause I can't back down\nIt's too late now, expect you, when your man through\nA little verbal attitude, and I found that rude\nNow what to do? I know your crew, and each one got stripes\nBut I'm young see, and one thing you not -- Hungry!\nIt's either or, in the game from the door\nLets see who'll be the first to find the floor! (That all!)\n\nRight, Left\nNorth, South\nTwo sides balance out\nBlack, White\nEither or\nGod Is Love, God Is War\n\nRight, Left\nNorth, South\nTwo sides balance out\nBlack, White\nEither or\nGod Is Love, God Is War!\n\nRight, Left\nNorth, South\nTwo sides balance out\nBlack, White\nEither or\nGod Is Love, God Is War\n\nRight, Left\nNorth, South\nTwo sides balance out\nBlack, White\nEither or\nGod Is Love, God Is War!","syncedLyrics":"[00:12.13] Recently I was compelled to tell the tale of two men\n[00:16.62] Not long ago in a club in the dead of winter\n[00:19.99] They'd come into conflict over mistaken identities\n[00:22.61] Brought forth by the pursuit of a woman\n[00:26.03] She ultimately became the scapegoat for an ego maniacal environment\n[00:31.98] There are two sides to every coin as well as every story\n[00:35.66] Balance is a way of life... Be it for better or worse\n[00:41.82] Right, Left\n[00:43.52] North, South\n[00:44.38] Two sides balance out\n[00:46.20] Black, White\n[00:47.10] Either or\n[00:48.84] God Is Love, God Is War\n[00:52.26] Right, Left\n[00:53.57] North, South\n[00:54.49] Two sides balance out\n[00:55.93] Black, White\n[00:57.69] Either or\n[00:59.19] God Is Love, God Is War!\n[01:02.16] In peace, live by the sword\n[01:03.83] God Is love, God Is War\n[01:04.83] Most cats out on the streets don't know what they're fighting for\n[01:07.94] Buckwild, despite the law\n[01:09.27] And nobody like to run\n[01:10.45] Hit holders with shoulder chips up in the club\n[01:12.69] Yo, that's the wrong man money\n[01:14.48] And you rubbed his bitch\n[01:15.64] And that man make money, have you seen his clique?\n[01:18.07] Every member flying iron and their knights with it\n[01:20.60] You feeling pressure, like a black where only whites can sit\n[01:23.18] Well you ain't want a situation, but you've got one here\n[01:25.79] You don't want to see the bin, you've been out on year\n[01:28.72] How you trying to play it off up in this club if you dare to\n[01:31.28] You walk beside the mix, and your mens ain't near you\n[01:33.91] You want to holler names, knowing well that they won't hear you\n[01:36.66] And this nigga here really got to learn to fear you\n[01:39.34] You're feeling your conceal knowing that you've got to tear through\n[01:42.15] In their room\n[01:43.17] Holding onto life like an heirloom!\n[01:45.07] Right, Left\n[01:45.94] North, South\n[01:46.88] Two sides balance out\n[01:48.38] Black, White\n[01:49.69] Either or\n[01:51.34] God Is Love, God Is War\n[01:53.93] Right, Left\n[01:56.08] North, South\n[01:56.96] Two sides balance out\n[01:58.43] Black, White\n[02:00.18] Either or\n[02:01.62] God Is Love, God Is War!\n[02:05.27] Hey yo my back is on the wall\n[02:06.61] And I pray that god bless you\n[02:07.88] I'm running out of patience, and you're blatant disrespectful\n[02:10.63] My crew never played, we was babies getting paid\n[02:12.96] Spots locked from Coney Island to the Brooklyn Promenade\n[02:15.37] Took lives and stealing I.V.'s, very few niggas like me\n[02:18.11] The Devil in your midst, and what you don't know could hurt you\n[02:20.99] My squad terrorize everything outside their circle\n[02:23.34] Shit! These mens are worse, and they all is thirst\n[02:26.13] But it's more than just the woman, my respect comes first\n[02:28.58] Man I, burst buffoons when I curse with coons\n[02:30.82] If you survive, may your Mother come and nurse your wounds\n[02:33.53] Only to, catch it again\n[02:35.34] Rule one, no friends\n[02:36.63] This club shit'll make you careless\n[02:37.80] My burners leave you airless (Yeah)\n[02:39.09] Seconds away from your last day (from your last day, seconds away\n[02:44.30] Everyday, all day)\n[02:46.27] Right, Left\n[02:48.27] North, South\n[02:49.23] Two sides balance out\n[02:50.84] Black, White\n[02:52.05] Either or\n[02:53.93] God Is Love, God Is War\n[02:56.78] Right, Left\n[02:58.79] North, South\n[02:59.70] Two sides balance out\n[03:01.24] Black, White\n[03:02.60] Either or\n[03:04.38] God Is Love, God Is War!\n[03:07.86] Well, like my pops said, \"you play, you gotta pay\"(True-true)\n[03:10.68] I dig your sham, but my man's on the real (But who you?)\n[03:12.87] My sons put me on, and I heard of the name\n[03:15.33] But you got 1 second left, out of 5 for fame\n[03:17.90] Though outnumbered, I want it\n[03:19.64] You the hunter, getting hunted\n[03:21.10] By a younger predator, if you want it\n[03:22.63] And son if it come down to the wire, and my mens ain't 'round\n[03:25.93] We gonna do what we gotta, 'cause I can't back down\n[03:28.54] It's too late now, expect you, when your man through\n[03:31.24] A little verbal attitude, and I found that rude\n[03:33.52] Now what to do? I know your crew, and each one got stripes\n[03:36.47] But I'm young see, and one thing you not -- Hungry!\n[03:39.09] It's either or, in the game from the door\n[03:41.86] Lets see who'll be the first to find the floor! 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is ninety nine, there's crazy stuff out there)\nFlash the message, something's out there\n\nJohn Forte\nUh, uh, hey\nYo, John Forte\n\nJohn Forte:\nYo, yo hustle big hustle small all ya'll relate to this\nI'ma culture power baby, when I run right through it\nWhat the biz, money, you know John and what it is\nThen again, too many yes men (Wyclef: yo, John they missed it)\nHustle big, hustle small all ya'll relate to it\nI'ma culture power baby, when I slide right through it\nWhat the biz, money, you know John and what it is\nThen again, too many yes men inside the business\nWe stay grungy\nRisks take on the streets like a bungee\nHoes get nothing from me\nI'ma die feeling hungry\nRappers to complacing\nI make hits in the basement\nGot all the men on top wondering where their place is\nIf it's real, then it's real\nAnd it ain't no replacement\nThem jealous cats they talk need to all work adjacent\nI charcoal ya'll all into a image I molt\nSo I can teach you how to walk, eat, tricks, and 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y'all\n\nRemember in the summer, free last was a wild one\nAnd now every schmo from years ago trying to rap on my album\nI don't knock it, that's peace, everybody got to eat\nBut if you wasn't into my shit, then stop acting like it\nYou poisoning my babies and now I'm too concerned to let it fly\nDon't make me hold a burner, bruh\n\nYou know how I go, don't trust no bobo\nSurvival's more recognized than Venus de Milo\n\nSeven hermanos with ganos, we easy\nMy pet peeve is you not acknowledging my prestige\nI bet these is crews that got beef over dumb shit\nWhat? Like I really give a fuck who you run with\nMy son spread globally more harm than the A-bomb\nWe either come in peace or blow the knees that you pray on\nA man in exile better stay gone\n\nIn fact, you waiting on a stake and get sprayed on\nThe uncivilized rule the cypher, organize or retire\nThe meek stay meek and the weak stay weak\n\nThe streets stay hot\n\nIt's all fucked up now\nNiggas just talk a lot\nIt's all fucked up now\n'09 On the block\nIt's all fucked up now\nBrothers getting got\nIt's all fucked up now\n\nThe streets stay hot\nIt's all fucked up now\nNiggas just talk a lot\nIt's all fucked up now\n'09 On the block\nIt's all fucked up now\nBrothers getting got\nIt's all fucked up now\n\nMy best defense is a wise offense\nYou soft, black, you broke like a contact lens\nI travel seven deep with access to four thousand mens\nAnd that's pre-war, what? You wanna see more?\nI turn your whole block into a detour\nFuck you grilling me for? Blades is swift and guaranteed more\nFrom Athena Poly Sci, listen why you ain't see the things my men do?\n\nFuck being tough, niggas died out my window\nWe head nod in clubs, built with gods and the thugs\nSome rob for the need and some kill for the love\nSome stay laced from the weed or the Catholic speed\nBut it's all fucked up now indeed\n\nCan you relate that? I bomb a state 'cause I hate that\nJakes trap babies on the roof and make 'em jump\nDon't run, hold your ground, since you're with me, hold it down\nWhat? So nigga what now?\n\nThe streets stay hot\n\nIt's all fucked up now\nNiggas just talk a lot\nIt's all fucked up now\n'09 On the block\nIt's all fucked up now\nBrothers getting got\nIt's all fucked up now\n\nThe streets stay hot\nIt's all fucked up now\nNiggas just talk a lot\nIt's all fucked up now\n'09 On the block\nIt's all fucked up now\nBrothers getting got\nIt's all fucked up now\n\nIt's all fucked up now\nIt's all fucked up now\nFranceville\nIt's all fucked up now\nIt's all fucked up now\n\nLet's go\nIt's all fucked up now\nL.A.\nIt's all fucked up now\nNY\nIt's all fucked up now\nWhat?\nIt's all fucked up now","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.10] The streets stay hot\n[00:03.77] It's all fucked up now\n[00:14.18] Niggas just talk a lot\n[00:15.41] It's all fucked up now\n[00:16.77] '09 On the block\n[00:17.91] It's all fucked up now\n[00:19.56] Brothers getting got\n[00:20.54] It's all fucked up now\n[00:21.85] Slap flies like the good guys, I'm small y'all\n[00:24.17] And yet we're a large size, I knowledge'd all y'all\n[00:26.67] Remember in the summer, free last was a wild one\n[00:29.14] And now every schmo from years ago trying to rap on my album\n[00:32.18] I don't knock it, that's peace, everybody got to eat\n[00:34.57] But if you wasn't into my shit, then stop acting like it\n[00:37.48] You poisoning my babies and now I'm too concerned to let it fly\n[00:40.64] Don't make me hold a burner, bruh\n[00:42.23] You know how I go, don't trust no bobo\n[00:44.78] Survival's more recognized than Venus de Milo\n[00:47.76] Seven hermanos with ganos, we easy\n[00:50.22] My pet peeve is you not acknowledging my prestige\n[00:52.97] I bet these is crews that got beef over dumb shit\n[00:55.32] What? Like I really give a fuck who you run with\n[00:57.96] My son spread globally more harm than the A-bomb\n[01:00.40] We either come in peace or blow the knees that you pray on\n[01:03.07] A man in exile better stay gone\n[01:05.03] In fact, you waiting on a stake and get sprayed on\n[01:07.56] The uncivilized rule the cypher, organize or retire\n[01:10.66] The meek stay meek and the weak stay weak\n[01:13.21] The streets stay hot\n[01:14.30] It's all fucked up now\n[01:15.53] Niggas just talk a lot\n[01:16.92] It's all fucked up now\n[01:17.97] '09 On the block\n[01:19.33] It's all fucked up now\n[01:20.93] Brothers getting got\n[01:21.94] It's all fucked up now\n[01:23.33] The streets stay hot\n[01:24.49] It's all fucked up now\n[01:26.09] Niggas just talk a lot\n[01:27.09] It's all fucked up now\n[01:28.56] '09 On the block\n[01:29.56] It's all fucked up now\n[01:31.13] Brothers getting got\n[01:32.04] It's all fucked up now\n[01:33.64] My best defense is a wise offense\n[01:35.82] You soft, black, you broke like a contact lens\n[01:38.47] I travel seven deep with access to four thousand mens\n[01:41.18] And that's pre-war, what? You wanna see more?\n[01:43.40] I turn your whole block into a detour\n[01:45.34] Fuck you grilling me for? Blades is swift and guaranteed more\n[01:48.20] From Athena Poly Sci, listen why you ain't see the things my men do?\n[01:51.77] Fuck being tough, niggas died out my window\n[01:54.06] We head nod in clubs, built with gods and the thugs\n[01:56.47] Some rob for the need and some kill for the love\n[01:58.97] Some stay laced from the weed or the Catholic speed\n[02:01.53] But it's all fucked up now indeed\n[02:03.90] Can you relate that? I bomb a state 'cause I hate that\n[02:07.03] Jakes trap babies on the roof and make 'em jump\n[02:09.20] Don't run, hold your ground, since you're with me, hold it down\n[02:11.82] What? So nigga what now?\n[02:14.53] The streets stay hot\n[02:15.74] It's all fucked up now\n[02:16.84] Niggas just talk a lot\n[02:18.11] It's all fucked up now\n[02:19.46] '09 On the block\n[02:20.68] It's all fucked up now\n[02:22.36] Brothers getting got\n[02:23.29] It's all fucked up now\n[02:24.68] The streets stay hot\n[02:25.85] It's all fucked up now\n[02:27.18] Niggas just talk a lot\n[02:28.34] It's all fucked up now\n[02:29.93] '09 On the block\n[02:30.82] It's all fucked up now\n[02:32.58] Brothers getting got\n[02:33.67] It's all fucked up now\n[02:35.84] It's all fucked up now\n[02:38.46] It's all fucked up now\n[02:39.85] Franceville\n[02:40.94] It's all fucked up now\n[02:43.50] It's all fucked up now\n[02:44.66] Let's go\n[02:46.11] It's all fucked up now\n[02:47.67] L.A.\n[02:48.73] It's all fucked up now\n[02:50.08] NY\n[02:51.21] It's all fucked up now\n[02:54.55] \n[02:57.04] What?\n[02:58.82] It's all fucked up now\n[03:01.01] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: All F#cked Up\n  artist: John Forte\n  album: Poly Sci\n  duration_ms: 182000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: The streets stay hot\n  start_ms: 1100\n  end_ms: 3770\n- text: It's all fucked up now\n  start_ms: 3770\n  end_ms: 14180\n- text: Niggas just talk a lot\n  start_ms: 14180\n  end_ms: 15410\n- text: It's all fucked up now\n  start_ms: 15410\n  end_ms: 16770\n- text: '''09 On the block'\n  start_ms: 16770\n  end_ms: 17910\n- text: It's all fucked up now\n  start_ms: 17910\n  end_ms: 19560\n- text: Brothers getting got\n  start_ms: 19560\n  end_ms: 20540\n- text: It's all fucked up now\n  start_ms: 20540\n  end_ms: 21850\n- text: Slap flies like the good guys, I'm small y'all\n  start_ms: 21850\n  end_ms: 24170\n- text: And yet we're a large size, I knowledge'd all y'all\n  start_ms: 24170\n  end_ms: 26670\n- text: Remember in the summer, free last was a wild one\n  start_ms: 26670\n  end_ms: 29140\n- text: And now every schmo from years ago trying to rap on my album\n  start_ms: 29140\n  end_ms: 32180\n- text: I don't knock it, that's peace, everybody got to eat\n  start_ms: 32180\n  end_ms: 34570\n- text: But if you wasn't into my shit, then stop acting like it\n  start_ms: 34570\n  end_ms: 37480\n- text: You poisoning my babies and now I'm too concerned to let it fly\n  start_ms: 37480\n  end_ms: 40640\n- text: Don't make me hold a burner, bruh\n  start_ms: 40640\n  end_ms: 42230\n- text: You know how I go, don't trust no bobo\n  start_ms: 42230\n  end_ms: 44780\n- text: Survival's more recognized than Venus de Milo\n  start_ms: 44780\n  end_ms: 47760\n- text: Seven hermanos with ganos, we easy\n  start_ms: 47760\n  end_ms: 50220\n- text: My pet peeve is you not acknowledging my prestige\n  start_ms: 50220\n  end_ms: 52970\n- text: I bet these is crews that got beef over dumb shit\n  start_ms: 52970\n  end_ms: 55320\n- text: What? 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(Nutbaby!)\nI got vendetta son If I must say you need to recognize John Forte'...\n(Nutzbaby!)\nI want two minutes uninterrupted just to let you know how things go\n(Nutzbaby!)\nThe full on introduction listen hard I'll put you on to somethin'\n(Nutzbaby!)\nTo Let all the gentlemen and ladies finally meet the Nutzbaby! (Nutzbaby!)\n\n[Forte - One Verse]\n\nI heard the buzz lord, it trapped me\nWith all these niggas records sounding happy\nThat's nonsense, so even when I smile I'm kicking street shit you bounce with\nYou want what?! Affiliated, with some world-reknowneders\nfifteen records gold-plated\nBut it's the Nutzbaby, know your territory 'fore you play it\nIs you crazy nigga? Every ghetto block, tastes this gravy\nShady niggas taste to say we unofficial\nGrissle, slide dog I'm certified!\nYou rappers irk me to my heart\nWith a spike in every tree, odyssey\nSounding like you, gott-a\nBe who you be, Centers, don't shoot a three\nI hit it hard love, my pain is sincere\nI want revenge, wanna get me, Hot this year\nit's to stop your career\nSo brothers sit straight, bragging on the air like you're dead weight\nYou mid-weight, I'm closer to the street than a mix tape, baby\nwho you think you dealin' with?!\nI'm known to dip, on and off many tracks as I write my own shit\nSo who fraud? Speak on it god\nGet the point, while your shines getting snatched in the club,\nI'm gettin' love, In the strip joint, tight!\nV.I.P., all downtown, New York baby\nThree scoops and have 'em giggling, \"Oops, Nutzbaby!\"\nThis a grown man affair, I know thugs who strip 'em bare\nand do drugs like breathing air, but I rarely go there\nI'm here to think quick, and drink slow\nFor brothers that I link with, got liquid\nLike a flow, shorties actin' stank 'til they seen the video\nAnd wore ins with my mens, I break 'em off like bobby pins,\njoyride like Spragga Benz\nOnly seven niggas in this close, 'til death, an overdose\nManage funds with number one, O.T.'s with baby guns\nChop lock, with Mr. Rash, get laid, with Freddie Suade,\nNelda, you do the books, Pretty Pat, stay paid\nAnd to my mentor, the true inventor, Black Sinatra\nThe San Diego don, Adolph with Ollie Oshe\nSo what the deal? That the deal!\nI set shit off then peel\nAnd when I sell a million plates, we need to renegotiate\nMostly lately, I'm gettin' on 'em\nYou're trying to break me? I'm SHITTIN' on 'em!\nWell you can hate me 'cause I'm swift\nWho the mouthpiece for beef, jealous niggas just reef\nYou know the stat there, I bless it\nI ain't home, leave a message\nYou a hoe from years ago, John Forte' ain't in the rest here\nI let my mens call it, for the ballers if you check it\n'Cause All You Gotta Do is make a record!\n\n[Forte' - Spoken]\nAy yo Warren man, take that from the top man\nI'm-I'm-I'm not feelin' it...","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Hot (Outro)\n  artist: John Forté\n  album: Poly Sci\n  duration_ms: 144118\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Forte Intro]\n\n  No need to be scared you got to be prepared (Nutzbaby!)\n  No games just taking names... (Nutbaby!)\n  I got vendetta son If I must say you need to recognize John Forte'...\n  (Nutzbaby!)\n  I want two minutes uninterrupted just to let you know how things go\n  (Nutzbaby!)\n  The full on introduction listen hard I'll put you on to somethin'\n  (Nutzbaby!)\n  To Let all the gentlemen and ladies finally meet the Nutzbaby! (Nutzbaby!)\n\n  [Forte - One Verse]\n\n  I heard the buzz lord, it trapped me\n  With all these niggas records sounding happy\n  That's nonsense, so even when I smile I'm kicking street shit you bounce with\n  You want what?! Affiliated, with some world-reknowneders\n  fifteen records gold-plated\n  But it's the Nutzbaby, know your territory 'fore you play it\n  Is you crazy nigga? Every ghetto block, tastes this gravy\n  Shady niggas taste to say we unofficial\n  Grissle, slide dog I'm certified!\n  You rappers irk me to my heart\n  With a spike in every tree, odyssey\n  Sounding like you, gott-a\n  Be who you be, Centers, don't shoot a three\n  I hit it hard love, my pain is sincere\n  I want revenge, wanna get me, Hot this year\n  it's to stop your career\n  So brothers sit straight, bragging on the air like you're dead weight\n  You mid-weight, I'm closer to the street than a mix tape, baby\n  who you think you dealin' with?!\n  I'm known to dip, on and off many tracks as I write my own shit\n  So who fraud? Speak on it god\n  Get the point, while your shines getting snatched in the club,\n  I'm gettin' love, In the strip joint, tight!\n  V.I.P., all downtown, New York baby\n  Three scoops and have 'em giggling, \"Oops, Nutzbaby!\"\n  This a grown man affair, I know thugs who strip 'em bare\n  and do drugs like breathing air, but I rarely go there\n  I'm here to think quick, and drink slow\n  For brothers that I link with, got liquid\n  Like a flow, shorties actin' stank 'til they seen the video\n  And wore ins with my mens, I break 'em off like bobby pins,\n  joyride like Spragga Benz\n  Only seven niggas in this close, 'til death, an overdose\n  Manage funds with number one, O.T.'s with baby guns\n  Chop lock, with Mr. Rash, get laid, with Freddie Suade,\n  Nelda, you do the books, Pretty Pat, stay paid\n  And to my mentor, the true inventor, Black Sinatra\n  The San Diego don, Adolph with Ollie Oshe\n  So what the deal? That the deal!\n  I set shit off then peel\n  And when I sell a million plates, we need to renegotiate\n  Mostly lately, I'm gettin' on 'em\n  You're trying to break me? I'm SHITTIN' on 'em!\n  Well you can hate me 'cause I'm swift\n  Who the mouthpiece for beef, jealous niggas just reef\n  You know the stat there, I bless it\n  I ain't home, leave a message\n  You a hoe from years ago, John Forte' ain't in the rest here\n  I let my mens call it, for the ballers if you check it\n  'Cause All You Gotta Do is make a record!\n\n  [Forte' - Spoken]\n  Ay yo Warren man, take that from the top man\n  I'm-I'm-I'm not feelin' it...\n"},{"id":25427228,"name":"Ninety Nine (Flash the Message)","trackName":"Ninety Nine (Flash the Message)","artistName":"John Forté","albumName":"Poly Sci","duration":220.473437,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"() Jenny Fujita:\nMe, my crew, and a little tour show\nLearned to flip the door with the money we've got\nThe blocks stay hot, getting knocked, it's on\nTill one by one, we were gone\nSubway sparks after dark\nFlash the message, something's out there\n(Wyclef: Yo, John, that was the eighties man\nThis is 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volt\nMy shit is iz-ill\nWear three condoms in Brazil\nBrothers from the vill know four after iz-ill\nYou wanna know how we do, get real\nNow you fiz-eel\nYou couldn't take me if you bought the chisel\nWhat's the diz-eal\nEat four stars at every miz-eal\nYou kiz-ill\nThe vibe\nYou right from the fwiz-ill\nAnd stiz-ill\nMy flow riz-eal\nLeave you fiz-ill\nAnd leave ya'll all stuck like Jack without the Jiz-ill\n\nJenny Fujita:\nMe, my crew, and a little tour show\nLearned to flip the door with the money we've got\nThe blocks stay hot, getting knocked, it's on\nTill one by one, we were gone\nSubway sparks after dark\nFlash the message, something's out there\n(Wyclef: Suicide into suicide, parappa)\nFlash the message, something's out there\n\nJohn Forte:\nShoot the gip at the strips spine\nJuggling peeps learn to keep their lips tight\nI don't kick it out\nI told ya'll before it's hot\nFuck the floor\nI'm the boss when I rock the flip flops\nCulture hip hop before I take your head you should skip hop\nOr find us in your homes with the chrome and the shit's cop\nSo where's that, hey ya'll hoes hard, but the rappart\nI leave them in the means, with their lips shut, but did what\nYo money ease up, how you cease us\nYou better saw feefin lightning trees up\nSmoking with your man fantasizing something swiftly\nBut little did you know I had whole country with me) Wyclef:\nLittle do you know, little do you know\nLittle do you know, I got the whole country with me\nLittle do you know, uh\n\nRefugee Camp All-Stars\nDirty cats C O\nWyclef Jean\nNuts baby, nuts baby\nJohn Forte\nWhere you at, baby\nCome on, come on","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.85] () Jenny Fujita:\n[00:01.15] Me, my crew, and a little tour show\n[00:03.50] Learned to flip the door with the money we've got\n[00:07.27] The blocks stay hot, getting knocked, it's on\n[00:09.81] Till one by one, we were gone\n[00:13.57] Subway sparks after dark\n[00:16.73] Flash the message, something's out there\n[00:19.68] (Wyclef: 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stressed up, from my toes to my neck up\nIt's all out, I seen niggas cook up\nIn the small house with the dogs out\nI know all about it\nDrugs, money, sex, even where the whores are routed\nNothing's too small, undoubted\nThe wolves feed upon us\nSo we walk the streets with honor\nLooking for heat to launder, six shots'll eat your Honda\n\nWe want acres of land so we can plant our own weed crops\nFifty-two states, we want green gates and tree spots\nWe want the better life, the more better cheddar life\nI was a young thug when my mama threw me out\nStarving on the streets, the Gods putting food in my mouth\nTaught me how to read and count\nCook up coke, cut up dope, and how to bag an ounce\nMe and my family come to rob America blind\nThugging since '89\n\nThis town is too small for all y'all\nWhere the streets are meaner\nThis one's for everybody\nThis one's for everybody\n\nYours truly, El Capitán\nI don't small talk, y'all all walk\nWe turn half them cats up into Dodgers like the 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We Medinas\nWhere niggas speak on dough with no conception of what green is\nMy machine is how homes get bought vis-à-vis the Dow Jones\nY'all rappers stuck on cow clones like two-tones\nWe'll never match, boss\nAt that cost, I fuck around and rip the patch off\nWhile bitches gossip, my yatchmen pick up the cassette\nAt every soundset, the iron bust off, leaving the ground wet\nY'all walking like you safe? You ain't outta town yet\nThis for the inner-city block-sitters, the Glock-spitters\nNiggas who used to pop locks and cops that wanna rock with us\nYou wanna hit us like we dumb guys? Yo, Hov\nMost niggas is students in this, we alumni\n\nThis town is too small for all y'all\nWhere the streets are meaner\nThis one's for everybody\nThis one's for everybody\n\nYou heard of us, Brooklyn burglars, black rosary\nKnown for making Scot freeze out of black hosiery\nDo dirt, pull it over my face so you don't notice me\nBlack Jesus rocking black caesars\nNicky Bond, the Don, roll scorpion\nTravel on, trying to go platinum in Brooklyn\nShook ones can't hold guns, better hold your tongue\nIt will remain that this here out for the cream this year\nSo light your clip filled with rose hips to smoke it\n\nAll Medina streets, Casino Red, Casino the dread\nRocking feds in Brooklyn, crooks born out of the dead\nBloodshed, bloody red rags and dog tags\nAuto mags blow off of cabs\nIn this game, the shine up for grabs\nI'm talking showtime, Medina grime, high crime rates\nEscalate, so play for high stakes\nChasing money and guns must be my fate\nSo keep the ones where they safe\n\nThis town is too small for all y'all\nWhere the streets are meaner\nThis one's for everybody\nThis one's for everybody\n\nThis is where it all stops, word to my pops\nDo dirt, blame it on cops, red dot aiming on cops\nThrow the drop with the beast eight, police ate\nThey hang the traitor body at the east gate\nI'm knowledge in the suspect, studying each trait\nYou can't breathe proper 'cause you eat steak\nShit get funky, fucking blow up beast weight\nMan, Rose come to blow up each state\nMy voice echo through the valley\nThe TEC blow through the valley\nBorn Bill, hear my voice echo through the valley\nRose raised dead from New York to Cali\nI know you never heard of a divine priest capable of murder\nWhodini style is capable of murder\nDied twice on the cross, now I rock ice on the cross\nEscaped the death plot, it wasn't Christ on the cross\n\nThis town is too small for all y'all\nWhere the streets are meaner\nThis one's for everybody\nThis one's for everybody","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Madina Passage\n  artist: John Forte\n  album: Poly Sci\n  duration_ms: 259667\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  The Medina Passage, Rose Federation\n  John Forté, Jilly, Geeda\n\n  This town is too small for all y'all\n  Where the streets are meaner\n  This one's for everybody\n  This one's for everybody\n\n  This world is messed up\n  So I lean back and smoke the yesca 'til it burn my chest up\n  I'm stressed up, from my toes to my neck up\n  It's all out, I seen niggas cook up\n  In the small house with the dogs out\n  I know all about it\n  Drugs, money, sex, even where the whores are routed\n  Nothing's too small, undoubted\n  The wolves feed upon us\n  So we walk the streets with honor\n  Looking for heat to launder, six shots'll eat your Honda\n\n  We want acres of land so we can plant our own weed crops\n  Fifty-two states, we want green gates and tree spots\n  We want the better life, the more better cheddar life\n  I was a young thug when my mama threw me out\n  Starving on the streets, the Gods putting food in my mouth\n  Taught me how to read and count\n  Cook up coke, cut up dope, and how to bag an ounce\n  Me and my family come to rob America blind\n  Thugging since '89\n\n  This town is too small for all y'all\n  Where the streets are meaner\n  This one's for everybody\n  This one's for everybody\n\n  Yours truly, El Capitán\n  I don't small talk, y'all all walk\n  We turn half them cats up into Dodgers like the ballpark\n  Five-oh drop charges\n  Apply pressure to artists more than Japanese massages\n  You need us to grow more, crews too homogenous\n  You the illest where you from? 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The hottest nigga out the Refugee Camp!\nRun up on you B, and leave your seat damp!\nAnd sell stocks slow, sellin' high, by low\nFrom Madina up to YO\nEl Capitan John, micapo\nGet tore down, and that's the way it go down!\nThe east is like the wild west without the showdown!\nThem niggas be like, \"what now?!\"\nGet cut down! From the gut down!\nIntense heh? And leave you shut down!\nYou knocked out! Regardless, what round! WHAT NOW?!\nUnghh! My nigga said it!\nNiggas'll get it! That's the rule!\nI'm 'bout to break money off - a - li'l somethin', pass the food!\nCuz when I'm drunk! I'm a different nigga!\nAnd all you gonna see is a spark, ain't no whiffin' nigga!\nI figure like this... It's just me against the world!\nCuz all my fuckin' life, it's been the world against Earl!\nWhat you think I'm-a do... when my back's against the wall!?\nFuck it! get ROLLED! Roll 'til I fall!\nX'll Kill 'em all! That's what they say to me now!\nYou vermon nigga! In a time where it's okay to be foul!\nAnd you lovin' it!\nIt's got John Blaze! Just duckin' it!\nAnd this track won't rest, unless X'll put the slug in it!\nBut, would it fit?! Nah, don't even think like that!\nThis is some shit that I could let go, and bring right back!\nIt's like crack, if you cook it, overlook it, so I shook it!\nLike a pit, what you get, is what you wit' me so I took it!\n\nYou wanna bust guns? (You wanna lock fists?)\nForte'! (DMX!)\nBe the hottest!\nWe Got This! (You ain't hear?!)\nWe Got This! (Nigga! You ain't hear?!)\nWe Got This!\nStraight up! We locked it!\nYou wanna bust guns? (You wanna lock fists?)\nForte'! (DMX!)\nBe the hottest!\nWe Got This! (You ain't hear?!)\nWe Got This! (Nigga! You ain't hear?!)\nWe Got This!\nStraight up! We locked it!\n\nThis track'll make me zone out!\nRun up in the party with the chrome out!\nClear Jerome out, no doubt!\nIce jingling, sons mingling, drugs we bring it in!\nPikasoe baby!\nGotta get this money baby!\n50's and 100's baby!\nMy whole crew be sonnin' you\nWhat you gonna talk about wit' a gun in front of you?!\nNiggas grimy wit' it, slimy wit' it!\nPut in the card baby, you gone\nToo many hard rappers live for cunan\nYou knew John was too on\nMe and DMX, whether change your suit on\nWalk dogs, word to god bound to live large and get charged, WHAT!?\nUnghh! Unghh!\nIf you my dog, YOU CREEP WHEN I CREEP!\nEAT WHEN I EAT!\nSLEEP WHEN I SLEEP!\nFor real, SHIT IS DEEP!\nAnd what you don't know, will kill you!\nFrom X, to Forte' niggas will feel you!\nI'm roundin' mine more\nAnd very few can nine hold\nThe kick's too strong, y'all niggas do songs, we live on!\nDough to sit on!\nI'm down to shit on!\nWatch y'all talkin' mothafuckas keep walkin' watch the dogs barkin'!\nUngh! Ungh! Ungh!\nI set the clock!\nClip the glock!\nHit the block!\nRip the rock!\nIn the sock!\nGet the knot!\nThis shit is hot!\nCan't deny it, you mothafuckas since you know how it go, don't try it!\n\nYou wanna bust guns? (You wanna lock fists?)\nForte'! (DMX!)\nBe the hottest!\nWe Got This! (You ain't hear?!)\nWe Got This! (Nigga! You ain't hear?!)\nWe Got This!\nStraight up! We locked it!\nYou wanna bust guns? (You wanna lock fists?)\nForte'! (DMX!)\nBe the hottest!\nWe Got This! (You ain't hear?!)\nWe Got This! (Nigga! You ain't hear?!)\nWe Got This!\nStraight up! We locked it!\nYou wanna bust guns? (You wanna lock fists?)\nForte'! (DMX!)\nBe the hottest!\nWe Got This! (You ain't hear?!)\nWe Got This! (Nigga! You ain't hear?!)\nWe Got This!\nStraight up! We locked it!\n","syncedLyrics":"[00:09.31] You wanna bust guns? (You wanna lock fists?)\n[00:11.79] Forte'! (DMX!)\n[00:13.35] Be the hottest!\n[00:14.43] We Got This! (You ain't hear?!)\n[00:16.04] We Got This! (Nigga! 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The hottest nigga out the Refugee Camp!\n[00:43.29] Run up on you B, and leave your seat damp!\n[00:45.20] And sell stocks slow, sellin' high, by low\n[00:47.40] From Madina up to YO\n[00:48.97] El Capitan John, micapo\n[00:50.57] Get tore down, and that's the way it go down!\n[00:52.53] The east is like the wild west without the showdown!\n[00:54.85] Them niggas be like, \"what now?!\"\n[00:56.17] Get cut down! From the gut down!\n[00:57.93] Intense heh? And leave you shut down!\n[00:59.37] You knocked out! Regardless, what round! WHAT NOW?!\n[01:00.56] Unghh! My nigga said it!\n[01:01.88] Niggas'll get it! That's the rule!\n[01:04.17] I'm 'bout to break money off - a - li'l somethin', pass the food!\n[01:06.65] Cuz when I'm drunk! I'm a different nigga!\n[01:08.65] And all you gonna see is a spark, ain't no whiffin' nigga!\n[01:11.12] I figure like this... It's just me against the world!\n[01:13.60] Cuz all my fuckin' life, it's been the world against Earl!\n[01:16.08] What you think I'm-a do... when my back's against the wall!?\n[01:18.72] Fuck it! get ROLLED! Roll 'til I fall!\n[01:21.41] X'll Kill 'em all! That's what they say to me now!\n[01:24.20] You vermon nigga! In a time where it's okay to be foul!\n[01:27.00] And you lovin' it!\n[01:28.17] It's got John Blaze! Just duckin' it!\n[01:29.81] And this track won't rest, unless X'll put the slug in it!\n[01:32.13] But, would it fit?! Nah, don't even think like that!\n[01:34.57] This is some shit that I could let go, and bring right back!\n[01:37.20] It's like crack, if you cook it, overlook it, so I shook it!\n[01:39.81] Like a pit, what you get, is what you wit' me so I took it!\n[01:42.59] \n[01:42.60] You wanna bust guns? (You wanna lock fists?)\n[01:44.82] Forte'! (DMX!)\n[01:46.18] Be the hottest!\n[01:47.46] We Got This! (You ain't hear?!)\n[01:49.10] We Got This! (Nigga! You ain't hear?!)\n[01:50.86] We Got This!\n[01:51.87] Straight up! We locked it!\n[01:52.84] You wanna bust guns? (You wanna lock fists?)\n[01:55.11] Forte'! (DMX!)\n[01:56.60] Be the hottest!\n[01:57.52] We Got This! (You ain't hear?!)\n[01:59.35] We Got This! (Nigga! You ain't hear?!)\n[02:01.20] We Got This!\n[02:02.11] Straight up! We locked it!\n[02:03.39]\n[02:03.40] This track'll make me zone out!\n[02:05.19] Run up in the party with the chrome out!\n[02:06.91] Clear Jerome out, no doubt!\n[02:08.51] Ice jingling, sons mingling, drugs we bring it in!\n[02:11.88] Pikasoe baby!\n[02:13.51] Gotta get this money baby!\n[02:15.23] 50's and 100's baby!\n[02:16.56] My whole crew be sonnin' you\n[02:18.19] What you gonna talk about wit' a gun in front of you?!\n[02:21.15] Niggas grimy wit' it, slimy wit' it!\n[02:23.71] Put in the card baby, you gone\n[02:25.30] Too many hard rappers live for cunan\n[02:27.13] You knew John was too on\n[02:27.90] Me and DMX, whether change your suit on\n[02:31.10] Walk dogs, word to god bound to live large and get charged, WHAT!?\n[02:32.89] Unghh! Unghh!\n[02:34.13] If you my dog, YOU CREEP WHEN I CREEP!\n[02:36.17] EAT WHEN I EAT!\n[02:37.57] SLEEP WHEN I SLEEP!\n[02:39.01] For real, SHIT IS DEEP!\n[02:40.37] And what you don't know, will kill you!\n[02:42.21] From X, to Forte' niggas will feel you!\n[02:44.13] I'm roundin' mine more\n[02:45.60] And very few can nine hold\n[02:46.97] The kick's too strong, y'all niggas do songs, we live on!\n[02:49.65] Dough to sit on!\n[02:50.77] I'm down to shit on!\n[02:52.01] Watch y'all talkin' mothafuckas keep walkin' watch the dogs barkin'!\n[02:53.65] Ungh! Ungh! Ungh!\n[02:54.77] I set the clock!\n[02:55.61] Clip the glock!\n[02:56.68] Hit the block!\n[02:57.73] Rip the rock!\n[02:58.81] In the sock!\n[02:59.65] Get the knot!\n[03:00.46] This shit is hot!\n[03:01.65] Can't deny it, you mothafuckas since you know how it go, don't try it!\n[03:05.13] \n[03:05.14] You wanna bust guns? (You wanna lock fists?)\n[03:07.53] Forte'! (DMX!)\n[03:08.84] Be the hottest!\n[03:09.77] We Got This! 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We locked it!\n  start_ms: 122110\n  end_ms: 123390\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 123390\n  end_ms: 123400\n- text: This track'll make me zone out!\n  start_ms: 123400\n  end_ms: 125190\n- text: Run up in the party with the chrome out!\n  start_ms: 125190\n  end_ms: 126910\n- text: Clear Jerome out, no doubt!\n  start_ms: 126910\n  end_ms: 128510\n- text: Ice jingling, sons mingling, drugs we bring it in!\n  start_ms: 128510\n  end_ms: 131880\n- text: Pikasoe baby!\n  start_ms: 131880\n  end_ms: 133510\n- text: Gotta get this money baby!\n  start_ms: 133510\n  end_ms: 135230\n- text: 50's and 100's baby!\n  start_ms: 135230\n  end_ms: 136560\n- text: My whole crew be sonnin' you\n  start_ms: 136560\n  end_ms: 138190\n- text: What you gonna talk about wit' a gun in front of you?!\n  start_ms: 138190\n  end_ms: 141150\n- text: Niggas grimy wit' it, slimy wit' it!\n  start_ms: 141150\n  end_ms: 143710\n- text: Put in the card baby, you gone\n  start_ms: 143710\n  end_ms: 145300\n- text: Too many hard rappers live for cunan\n  start_ms: 145300\n  end_ms: 147130\n- text: You knew John was too on\n  start_ms: 147130\n  end_ms: 147900\n- text: Me and DMX, whether change your suit on\n  start_ms: 147900\n  end_ms: 151100\n- text: Walk dogs, word to god bound to live large and get charged, WHAT!?\n  start_ms: 151100\n  end_ms: 152890\n- text: Unghh! Unghh!\n  start_ms: 152890\n  end_ms: 154130\n- text: If you my dog, YOU CREEP WHEN I CREEP!\n  start_ms: 154130\n  end_ms: 156170\n- text: EAT WHEN I EAT!\n  start_ms: 156170\n  end_ms: 157570\n- text: SLEEP WHEN I SLEEP!\n  start_ms: 157570\n  end_ms: 159010\n- text: For real, SHIT IS DEEP!\n  start_ms: 159010\n  end_ms: 160370\n- text: And what you don't know, will kill you!\n  start_ms: 160370\n  end_ms: 162210\n- text: From X, to Forte' niggas will feel you!\n  start_ms: 162210\n  end_ms: 164130\n- text: I'm roundin' mine more\n  start_ms: 164130\n  end_ms: 165600\n- text: And very few can nine hold\n  start_ms: 165600\n  end_ms: 166970\n- text: The kick's too strong, y'all niggas do songs, we live on!\n  start_ms: 166970\n  end_ms: 169650\n- text: Dough to sit on!\n  start_ms: 169650\n  end_ms: 170770\n- text: I'm down to shit on!\n  start_ms: 170770\n  end_ms: 172010\n- text: Watch y'all talkin' mothafuckas keep walkin' watch the dogs barkin'!\n  start_ms: 172010\n  end_ms: 173650\n- text: Ungh! Ungh! Ungh!\n  start_ms: 173650\n  end_ms: 174770\n- text: I set the clock!\n  start_ms: 174770\n  end_ms: 175610\n- text: Clip the glock!\n  start_ms: 175610\n  end_ms: 176680\n- text: Hit the block!\n  start_ms: 176680\n  end_ms: 177730\n- text: Rip the rock!\n  start_ms: 177730\n  end_ms: 178810\n- text: In the sock!\n  start_ms: 178810\n  end_ms: 179650\n- text: Get the knot!\n  start_ms: 179650\n  end_ms: 180460\n- text: This shit is hot!\n  start_ms: 180460\n  end_ms: 181650\n- text: Can't deny it, you mothafuckas since you know how it go, don't try it!\n  start_ms: 181650\n  end_ms: 185130\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 185130\n  end_ms: 185140\n- text: You wanna bust guns? (You wanna lock fists?)\n  start_ms: 185140\n  end_ms: 187530\n- text: Forte'! (DMX!)\n  start_ms: 187530\n  end_ms: 188840\n- text: Be the hottest!\n  start_ms: 188840\n  end_ms: 189770\n- text: We Got This! (You ain't hear?!)\n  start_ms: 189770\n  end_ms: 191680\n- text: We Got This! (Nigga! You ain't hear?!)\n  start_ms: 191680\n  end_ms: 193570\n- text: We Got This!\n  start_ms: 193570\n  end_ms: 194520\n- text: Straight up! We locked it!\n  start_ms: 194520\n  end_ms: 195600\n- text: You wanna bust guns? (You wanna lock fists?)\n  start_ms: 195600\n  end_ms: 197760\n- text: Forte'! (DMX!)\n  start_ms: 197760\n  end_ms: 199080\n- text: Be the hottest!\n  start_ms: 199080\n  end_ms: 200010\n- text: We Got This! (You ain't hear?!)\n  start_ms: 200010\n  end_ms: 201930\n- text: We Got This! (Nigga! You ain't hear?!)\n  start_ms: 201930\n  end_ms: 203840\n- text: We Got This!\n  start_ms: 203840\n  end_ms: 204930\n- text: Straight up! We locked it!\n  start_ms: 204930\n  end_ms: 205880\n- text: You wanna bust guns? (You wanna lock fists?)\n  start_ms: 205880\n  end_ms: 208240\n- text: Forte'! (DMX!)\n  start_ms: 208240\n  end_ms: 209610\n- text: Be the hottest!\n  start_ms: 209610\n  end_ms: 210530\n- text: We Got This! (You ain't hear?!)\n  start_ms: 210530\n  end_ms: 212410\n- text: We Got This! (Nigga! You ain't hear?!)\n  start_ms: 212410\n  end_ms: 214770\n- text: We Got This!\n  start_ms: 214770\n  end_ms: 216440\n- text: Straight up! We locked it!\n  start_ms: 216440\n  end_ms: 219300\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 219300\nplain: |\n  You wanna bust guns? (You wanna lock fists?)\n  Forte'! (DMX!)\n  Be the hottest!\n  We Got This! (You ain't hear?!)\n  We Got This! (Nigga! You ain't hear?!)\n  We Got This!\n  Straight up! We locked it!\n  Associated with the razor blade spinners like gym stars and heavy hitters\n  Them younger gods love banana clips, broads that strip\n  Candle wax, brown Beamers to whip\n  And jerk a bitch, known to hit ya, for taking pictures!\n  Thirty two shots to split ya!\n  It's all about the cash when I'm fuckin' wit' ya!\n  John could make ya richer!\n  Fuck the Prince of Bel-Air!\n  I'm known to sell heir, got game like a politician\n  Whose trying to add on, when it's not addition\n  You need to revamp! The hottest nigga out the Refugee Camp!\n  Run up on you B, and leave your seat damp!\n  And sell stocks slow, sellin' high, by low\n  From Madina up to YO\n  El Capitan John, micapo\n  Get tore down, and that's the way it go down!\n  The east is like the wild west without the showdown!\n  Them niggas be like, \"what now?!\"\n  Get cut down! From the gut down!\n  Intense heh? And leave you shut down!\n  You knocked out! Regardless, what round! WHAT NOW?!\n  Unghh! My nigga said it!\n  Niggas'll get it! That's the rule!\n  I'm 'bout to break money off - a - li'l somethin', pass the food!\n  Cuz when I'm drunk! I'm a different nigga!\n  And all you gonna see is a spark, ain't no whiffin' nigga!\n  I figure like this... It's just me against the world!\n  Cuz all my fuckin' life, it's been the world against Earl!\n  What you think I'm-a do... when my back's against the wall!?\n  Fuck it! get ROLLED! Roll 'til I fall!\n  X'll Kill 'em all! That's what they say to me now!\n  You vermon nigga! In a time where it's okay to be foul!\n  And you lovin' it!\n  It's got John Blaze! Just duckin' it!\n  And this track won't rest, unless X'll put the slug in it!\n  But, would it fit?! Nah, don't even think like that!\n  This is some shit that I could let go, and bring right back!\n  It's like crack, if you cook it, overlook it, so I shook it!\n  Like a pit, what you get, is what you wit' me so I took it!\n\n  You wanna bust guns? (You wanna lock fists?)\n  Forte'! (DMX!)\n  Be the hottest!\n  We Got This! (You ain't hear?!)\n  We Got This! (Nigga! You ain't hear?!)\n  We Got This!\n  Straight up! We locked it!\n  You wanna bust guns? (You wanna lock fists?)\n  Forte'! (DMX!)\n  Be the hottest!\n  We Got This! (You ain't hear?!)\n  We Got This! (Nigga! You ain't hear?!)\n  We Got This!\n  Straight up! We locked it!\n\n  This track'll make me zone out!\n  Run up in the party with the chrome out!\n  Clear Jerome out, no doubt!\n  Ice jingling, sons mingling, drugs we bring it in!\n  Pikasoe baby!\n  Gotta get this money baby!\n  50's and 100's baby!\n  My whole crew be sonnin' you\n  What you gonna talk about wit' a gun in front of you?!\n  Niggas grimy wit' it, slimy wit' it!\n  Put in the card baby, you gone\n  Too many hard rappers live for cunan\n  You knew John was too on\n  Me and DMX, whether change your suit on\n  Walk dogs, word to god bound to live large and get charged, WHAT!?\n  Unghh! Unghh!\n  If you my dog, YOU CREEP WHEN I CREEP!\n  EAT WHEN I EAT!\n  SLEEP WHEN I SLEEP!\n  For real, SHIT IS DEEP!\n  And what you don't know, will kill you!\n  From X, to Forte' niggas will feel you!\n  I'm roundin' mine more\n  And very few can nine hold\n  The kick's too strong, y'all niggas do songs, we live on!\n  Dough to sit on!\n  I'm down to shit on!\n  Watch y'all talkin' mothafuckas keep walkin' watch the dogs barkin'!\n  Ungh! Ungh! Ungh!\n  I set the clock!\n  Clip the glock!\n  Hit the block!\n  Rip the rock!\n  In the sock!\n  Get the knot!\n  This shit is hot!\n  Can't deny it, you mothafuckas since you know how it go, don't try it!\n\n  You wanna bust guns? (You wanna lock fists?)\n  Forte'! (DMX!)\n  Be the hottest!\n  We Got This! (You ain't hear?!)\n  We Got This! (Nigga! You ain't hear?!)\n  We Got This!\n  Straight up! We locked it!\n  You wanna bust guns? (You wanna lock fists?)\n  Forte'! (DMX!)\n  Be the hottest!\n  We Got This! (You ain't hear?!)\n  We Got This! (Nigga! You ain't hear?!)\n  We Got This!\n  Straight up! We locked it!\n  You wanna bust guns? (You wanna lock fists?)\n  Forte'! (DMX!)\n  Be the hottest!\n  We Got This! (You ain't hear?!)\n  We Got This! (Nigga! You ain't hear?!)\n  We Got This!\n  Straight up! 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You know John and what it is.\nBut then again too many yes-men...\n(Wyclef: \"Yo John, they missed it.\")\nHustle big, hustle small.\nAll y'all relate to it.\nI'm a a culture power, baby, when I slide right through it.\nWhat the biz, money? You know John and what it is.\nThen again too many yes-men inside the business.\nWe stay grungy.\nRisk take on streets like a bungee.\nHoes get nothing from me.\nI'm-a die feeling hungry.\nRappers too complacent.\nI make hits in the basement.\nGot all the men on top wondering where they placement.\nIf it's real, then it's real,\nAnd it ain't no replacement.\nThem jealous cats who talk need to all walk adjacent.\nI trifold y'all all into a image my mold.\nSo I can teach you how to walk, eat, drink, and buy gold.\nMy shit is iz-ill.\nWear three condoms out in Brazil.\nBrothers from the 'ville no fault at the iz-ill.\nwant to have a duke? Get real! How you fiz-eel?\nYou couldn't stick me if you brought the chisel.\nWhat the diz-eal?\nEat four stars at every miz-eal.\nYou kiz-ill the vibe.\nYou just high from the twiz-ill.\nAnd sti-zill I flow riz-ill, leave you fiz-ill,\nAnd leave y'all all stuck like Jack from without the Jiz-ill\nWhat?\n[CHORUS - Jenni Fujita (Wyclef's lyrics in parentheses)]\nMe and my crew in a little tour show\nLearned to flip the door with the money we've got.\n(Make the money)\nThe blocks stay hot, getting knocked it's on.\nTill one by one, we were gone.\n(I'm gone)\nSubway sparks after dark.\nFlash the message: something's out there\n(Suicide. It's a suicide. Parappa!)\nFlash the message: something's out there.\n[John Forte' - Verse Two]\nI shoot the gift cop.\nFind John at the strip spot\nJuggling three who all know to keep their lips locked.\nI don't get got.\nI told y'all before: it's hot.\nFuck the floss.\nI'm the boss when I rock flip-flops.\nCulture hip-hop.\nBefore I take your head you should skip bop.\nOr find us in your homes with the chrome and the shits cocked.\nWhat?\nHey y'all pose hard, but they rip up.\nI leave them enemies with their lips shut.\nDid what?\nYo money ease up how you cease us.\nYou better off reefin' lighting trees up,\nSmoking with your mens fantasizing something swiftly.\nBut little did you know I had the whole country with me\n[BRIDGE - Wyclef Jean]\nLittle do you know (3x)\nI got the whole country with me.\nLittle do you know, huh?\n[Repeat CHORUS]\n[Repeat BRIDGE]\n[Repeat CHORUS]\n[Wyclef Jean]\nRefugee Camp All-stars,\nDirty Cash, C.O., Wyclef Jean,\nNutzbaby, Nutzbaby.\nJohn Forte', where you at baby?\nCome on","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Ninety Nine (Flash The Message)  (Clean Version)\n  artist: John Forté\n  album: Poly Sci (Clean Version)\n  duration_ms: 223000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Me and my crew in a little tour show\n  Learned to flip the door with the money we've got.\n  The blocks stay hot getting knocked it's on\n  Till one by one we were gone.\n  Subway sparks after dark.\n  Flash the message: something's out there.\n  Yo John that was the eighties man.\n  This is Ninety nine.\n  It's crazy out there.\n  Flash the message: something's out there.\n  John Forte', uh-huh, uh-huh.\n  Hey yo, John Forte'.\n  Yo...yo...\n  Hustle big, hustle small.\n  All y'all relate to it.\n  I'm a a culture power, baby, when I run right through it.\n  What the biz, money? You know John and what it is.\n  But then again too many yes-men...\n  (Wyclef: \"Yo John, they missed it.\")\n  Hustle big, hustle small.\n  All y'all relate to it.\n  I'm a a culture power, baby, when I slide right through it.\n  What the biz, money? You know John and what it is.\n  Then again too many yes-men inside the business.\n  We stay grungy.\n  Risk take on streets like a bungee.\n  Hoes get nothing from me.\n  I'm-a die feeling hungry.\n  Rappers too complacent.\n  I make hits in the basement.\n  Got all the men on top wondering where they placement.\n  If it's real, then it's real,\n  And it ain't no replacement.\n  Them jealous cats who talk need to all walk adjacent.\n  I trifold y'all all into a image my mold.\n  So I can teach you how to walk, eat, drink, and buy gold.\n  My shit is iz-ill.\n  Wear three condoms out in Brazil.\n  Brothers from the 'ville no fault at the iz-ill.\n  want to have a duke? Get real! How you fiz-eel?\n  You couldn't stick me if you brought the chisel.\n  What the diz-eal?\n  Eat four stars at every miz-eal.\n  You kiz-ill the vibe.\n  You just high from the twiz-ill.\n  And sti-zill I flow riz-ill, leave you fiz-ill,\n  And leave y'all all stuck like Jack from without the Jiz-ill\n  What?\n  [CHORUS - Jenni Fujita (Wyclef's lyrics in parentheses)]\n  Me and my crew in a little tour show\n  Learned to flip the door with the money we've got.\n  (Make the money)\n  The blocks stay hot, getting knocked it's on.\n  Till one by one, we were gone.\n  (I'm gone)\n  Subway sparks after dark.\n  Flash the message: something's out there\n  (Suicide. It's a suicide. Parappa!)\n  Flash the message: something's out there.\n  [John Forte' - Verse Two]\n  I shoot the gift cop.\n  Find John at the strip spot\n  Juggling three who all know to keep their lips locked.\n  I don't get got.\n  I told y'all before: it's hot.\n  Fuck the floss.\n  I'm the boss when I rock flip-flops.\n  Culture hip-hop.\n  Before I take your head you should skip bop.\n  Or find us in your homes with the chrome and the shits cocked.\n  What?\n  Hey y'all pose hard, but they rip up.\n  I leave them enemies with their lips shut.\n  Did what?\n  Yo money ease up how you cease us.\n  You better off reefin' lighting trees up,\n  Smoking with your mens fantasizing something swiftly.\n  But little did you know I had the whole country with me\n  [BRIDGE - Wyclef Jean]\n  Little do you know (3x)\n  I got the whole country with me.\n  Little do you know, huh?\n  [Repeat CHORUS]\n  [Repeat BRIDGE]\n  [Repeat CHORUS]\n  [Wyclef Jean]\n  Refugee Camp All-stars,\n  Dirty Cash, C.O., Wyclef Jean,\n  Nutzbaby, Nutzbaby.\n  John Forte', where you at baby?\n  Come on\n"}]