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Rap to Kool Moe\nSuper syllable, major to the minimal\nEvery individual, bounce to the tempo yo\nLungs collapse and raps be trapped in\nThe only way to make it happen, jaw-jappin', fast rappin'\n\nYo, I'm the hot dog that run the hottest monologue\nIn star poetic inserts and yes y'alls\nMy speech is like holding two Glocks apiece\nThe outreach that rock police\nThe super adventure men pretend to put somethin' in bitches\nWin when we write, the Emmy winner, get hyped off any printer\nAnd I came to get it, hit it\nLike Operation PUSH, operate the tush\nBlack octopus of soul, in inter-planetary patrol\nI planted my gold, and low and behold\n\nIt's the brother doc, ready to rock-rock\nDon't stop Hobbes, I'm hot like the lumberjack chop chop\nThe wordsmith, I write in block letters of cursive\nCurse my circus, serve this surface\nAnd watch how the brother get over\nThe fly Cassanova with the frankincense odor\n\nBear witness\nTo where riches'll make career bitches share pictures\nWhen the ears get this ya brains's software glitches\nSplatter your brains\nLeave scattered remains of matter and stains\nThat'll explain how you was battered and slain\nI get rude and go, to your show and use your own\nFans to boo and throw you off 'til you lose your flow\nA pro, mean like Joe Greene when I blow steam\nPut your whole team on pause like cold cream\n\nThey show laughter when I flow faster, your ho have to\nGo after her weave from the breeze when I blow past ya\nI'm dapper plus ghetto and just pedal\nWhen the dust settle, we left in the rubble to crush metal\nNurses with hearses sealin' conversed with lit purses\nSpit fire, make you first to bit, try me\nLike Osama, or Dahmer, I'ma cause trauma\nAnd homicides when I collide, I get kamikaze\n\nKane baby, walk hard, the p-jects\nOn streets of Brooklyn, I'm a crew of D-cepts\nOn streets of L.A., I'm a whole E-set\nOn tracks with Jurassic, I be the T-Rex\nStill that Gucci dressin', still that coochie pressin'\nMy pimp game smooth be-gets 'em\nI don't use discretion, cop tends to be stressin'\nFuck explainin' it, who's he testin'?\n\nFinsta perform all physical forms\nLeave your ass shakin' like a Mystikal song\nPlease dumb, what type of shit was you on?\n'Cause man to compress a nigga mean one less a nigga (uh-huh)\nAll I want is my niggas all recruitin' a slimmy\nAll I want is my liver all polluted with Remy\nDuel with any, bring it, I face-off\nSon, you out your league like Jordan was with baseball\n\nYeah, your majesty, word flash photography\nThird class economy, blade slashed your artery\nNerve gassed anatomy, blurred past dramatically\nHerbs hashed, my word splash packed agility\nNever predictability\nManouvers of mind fully designed 'cause I'm true to the rhyme\nWe do the sublime, crackin' yo' backbone\nAttackin' you wack clones\nVernacular right and exact, capital rap zone\n\nThat come back verbal assault rifle (ahh)\nWe fight like Stokely Carmichael\nNope! We just like you\nWe broke and ain't no tellin' what we might do\nAin't no joke\nRevoke the right to reverse to seek mercy\nWith the King Asiatic and Percee P\nAin't heard the worst of me, until your chest 3-D\nSpit venom and burn your body like a STD\n\nPut a 20 on the next brother steppin' to me wrong\nI mess around a lick 'cause you done cheat on my theme song\nThis might seem wrong, but this is a mean song\nCrushed like King-Kong, and just like ping-pong\nBack and forth, I spit Molotovs, it's time to floss\nMy verbal affirmation is to always go off\nWhen syllables slide you'll be enjoyin' the vibe\nOne consider it pride, it's J5\n\nWhen another deadly medley, camera, action yo we heavy\nAim steady, slash machette, Maserati engine ready\nGood and plenty, don't be petty, count the fetti and we jetti\nOff to another city where we do our nitty-gritty\nWe wild like Serengeti, tear it down, let's seek and set it\nGet ready, for the ride, verbally hang-glide\nWrite and stay tight, mission's in sight\nMurderer worldwide, the stage is yo' knife","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.01] Music power\n[00:03.28] Exclusive\n[00:07.00] \n[00:18.82] Yo, my method for my musical madness\n[00:21.03] Move and motivate those with musical talents, uh\n[00:23.94] Read it in bold print, we holdin' it down\n[00:25.75] Liquor shot, hip-hop when we in yo' town\n[00:28.01] Uhh, master blaster sound\n[00:29.55] Freak the future far from here and now\n[00:31.79] With style, release increase the peace, uhh\n[00:33.93] Bubble with the beat 'til they feelin the heat in the streets\n[00:36.66] Now each one, teach one, reach one, young gun\n[00:38.75] On one, listen to the warrior's drum\n[00:40.79] Beatin' up the block with the ghetto hop that knock\n[00:42.93] And make you wanna crash the spot\n[00:44.37] And unlock explode (boom!) the alpha and omega code\n[00:46.87] With drum rolls and old soul, we uphold\n[00:49.15] And foretold to scores of six years ago\n[00:51.37] Fast flow from G. Rap to Kool Moe\n[00:53.41] Super syllable, major to the minimal\n[00:55.38] Every individual, bounce to the tempo yo\n[00:57.63] Lungs collapse and raps be trapped in\n[00:59.40] The only way to make it happen, jaw-jappin', fast rappin'\n[01:01.58] Yo, I'm the hot dog that run the hottest monologue\n[01:03.75] In star poetic inserts and yes y'alls\n[01:06.13] My speech is like holding two Glocks apiece\n[01:08.20] The outreach that rock police\n[01:10.05] The super adventure men pretend to put somethin' in bitches\n[01:12.01] Win when we write, the Emmy winner, get hyped off any printer\n[01:14.47] And I came to get it, hit it\n[01:16.42] Like Operation PUSH, operate the tush\n[01:18.26] Black octopus of soul, in inter-planetary patrol\n[01:21.08] I planted my gold, and low and behold\n[01:22.69] It's the brother doc, ready to rock-rock\n[01:24.57] Don't stop Hobbes, I'm hot like the lumberjack chop chop\n[01:27.11] The wordsmith, I write in block letters of cursive\n[01:29.53] Curse my circus, serve this surface\n[01:31.52] And watch how the brother get over\n[01:33.31] The fly Cassanova with the frankincense odor\n[01:35.74] \n[01:43.18] Bear witness\n[01:44.21] To where riches'll make career bitches share pictures\n[01:46.45] When the ears get this ya brains's software glitches\n[01:48.16] Splatter your brains\n[01:48.95] Leave scattered remains of matter and stains\n[01:50.45] That'll explain how you was battered and slain\n[01:52.39] I get rude and go, to your show and use your own\n[01:54.83] Fans to boo and throw you off 'til you lose your flow\n[01:56.82] A pro, mean like Joe Greene when I blow steam\n[01:58.94] Put your whole team on pause like cold cream\n[02:00.88] They show laughter when I flow faster, your ho have to\n[02:03.04] Go after her weave from the breeze when I blow past ya\n[02:05.41] I'm dapper plus ghetto and just pedal\n[02:07.12] When the dust settle, we left in the rubble to crush metal\n[02:09.53] Nurses with hearses sealin' conversed with lit purses\n[02:11.79] Spit fire, make you first to bit, try me\n[02:13.78] Like Osama, or Dahmer, I'ma cause trauma\n[02:15.85] And homicides when I collide, I get kamikaze\n[02:18.39] Kane baby, walk hard, the p-jects\n[02:20.23] On streets of Brooklyn, I'm a crew of D-cepts\n[02:22.38] On streets of L.A., I'm a whole E-set\n[02:24.46] On tracks with Jurassic, I be the T-Rex\n[02:26.66] Still that Gucci dressin', still that coochie pressin'\n[02:29.83] My pimp game smooth be-gets 'em\n[02:31.46] I don't use discretion, cop tends to be stressin'\n[02:33.94] Fuck explainin' it, who's he testin'?\n[02:35.51] Finsta perform all physical forms\n[02:37.26] Leave your ass shakin' like a Mystikal song\n[02:39.28] Please dumb, what type of shit was you on?\n[02:40.92] 'Cause man to compress a nigga mean one less a nigga (uh-huh)\n[02:43.89] All I want is my niggas all recruitin' a slimmy\n[02:46.26] All I want is my liver all polluted with Remy\n[02:48.22] Duel with any, bring it, I face-off\n[02:50.03] Son, you out your league like Jordan was with baseball\n[02:52.21] Yeah, your majesty, word flash photography\n[02:54.48] Third class economy, blade slashed your artery\n[02:56.59] Nerve gassed anatomy, blurred past dramatically\n[02:58.69] Herbs hashed, my word splash packed agility\n[03:00.99] Never predictability\n[03:02.22] Manouvers of mind fully designed 'cause I'm true to the rhyme\n[03:04.64] We do the sublime, crackin' yo' backbone\n[03:06.38] Attackin' you wack clones\n[03:07.46] Vernacular right and exact, capital rap zone\n[03:09.75] That come back verbal assault rifle (ahh)\n[03:11.71] We fight like Stokely Carmichael\n[03:13.60] Nope! We just like you\n[03:14.83] We broke and ain't no tellin' what we might do\n[03:16.88] Ain't no joke\n[03:17.76] Revoke the right to reverse to seek mercy\n[03:19.73] With the King Asiatic and Percee P\n[03:21.52] Ain't heard the worst of me, until your chest 3-D\n[03:23.92] Spit venom and burn your body like a STD\n[03:26.09] Put a 20 on the next brother steppin' to me wrong\n[03:28.28] I mess around a lick 'cause you done cheat on my theme song\n[03:30.45] This might seem wrong, but this is a mean song\n[03:32.45] Crushed like King-Kong, and just like ping-pong\n[03:34.62] Back and forth, I spit Molotovs, it's time to floss\n[03:37.45] My verbal affirmation is to always go off\n[03:39.51] When syllables slide you'll be enjoyin' the vibe\n[03:41.38] One consider it pride, it's J5\n[03:43.17] When another deadly medley, camera, action yo we heavy\n[03:45.29] Aim steady, slash machette, Maserati engine ready\n[03:47.35] Good and plenty, don't be petty, count the fetti and we jetti\n[03:49.38] Off to another city where we do our nitty-gritty\n[03:51.53] We wild like Serengeti, tear it down, let's seek and set it\n[03:53.85] Get ready, for the ride, verbally hang-glide\n[03:55.97] Write and stay tight, mission's in sight\n[03:57.91] Murderer worldwide, the stage is yo' knife\n[04:01.05] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: A Day At The Races (Feat. 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Rap to Kool Moe\n  Super syllable, major to the minimal\n  Every individual, bounce to the tempo yo\n  Lungs collapse and raps be trapped in\n  The only way to make it happen, jaw-jappin', fast rappin' (yo)\n\n  I'm the hot dog that run the hottest monologue\n  In star poetic inserts and yes y'alls\n  My speech is like holding two Glocks apiece\n  The outreach that rock police\n  The super adventure men pretend to put somethin' in bitches\n  Win when we write, the Emmy winner, get hyped off any printer\n  And I came to get it, hit it\n  Like Operation PUSH, operate the tush\n\n  Black octopus of soul, in inter-planetary patrol\n  I planted my gold, and low and behold\n  It's the brother doc, ready to rock-rock\n  Don't stop Hobbes, I'm hot like the lumberjack chop chop\n  The wordsmith, I write in block letters of cursive\n  Curse my circus, serve this surface\n  And watch how the brother get over\n  The fly Cassanova with the frankincense odor\n\n  Bear witness\n  To where riches'll 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code\nWith drum rolls and old soul, we uphold\nAnd foretold to scores of six years ago\nFast flow from G. Rap to Kool Moe\nSupasyllable, major to the minimal\nEvery individual, bounce to the tempo yo\nLungs collapse and raps be trapped in\nThe only way to make it happen, jaw-jappin', fast rappin'\nYo, I'm the hot dog that run the hottest monologue\nIn star poetic inserts and yes y'all s\nMy speech is like holding two glocks apiece\nThe outreach that rock police\nThe super adventure men portend to put somethin' in bitches\nWin when we write, the Emmy winner get hyped, off any printer\nAnd I came to get it (hit it)\nLike Operation PUSH, operate the tush\nBlack octopus of soul, in inter-planetary patrol\nI planted my gold, and lo and behold\nIt's the brother doc, ready to rock-rock\nDon't stop hobbes, I knock like the lumberjack chop chop\nThe wordsmith, I write in block letters of cursive\nCurse my circus, serve this surface\nAnd watch how the brother fet over\nThe fly Casanova with the frankincense odor\nBear witness\nTo where riches'll make career bitches share pictures\nWhen the ears get this ya brainses software'll glitches\nSplatter your brains\nLeave scattered remains of matter and stains\nThat'll explain how you was batterd and slain\nI get rude and go, to your show and use your own\nFans to boo and throw you off 'til you lose your flow\nA pro mean like Joe Greene when I blow steam\nPut your whole team on pause like cold cream\nThen show laughter when I flow faster, your hoe haveta\nGo after her weave from the breeze when I blow past ya\nI'm dapper plus ghetto and just pedal\nWhen the dust settles we left in the rubble to crush metal\nNurses with hearses sealin' conversed with lit purses\nSpit fire, make you first to bit, try me\nLike Osama or Dahmer, I'ma cause trauma\nAnd homicides when I collide I get kamikaze\nKane baby, walk hard, the p-jects\nOn streets of Brooklyn I'm a crew of d-cepts\nOn streets of l.A. 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Rap to Kool Moe\nSuper syllable, major to the minimal\nEvery individual, bounce to the tempo yo\nLungs collapse and raps be trapped in\nThe only way to make it happen, jaw-jappin', fast rappin' (yo)\n\nI'm the hot dog that run the hottest monologue\nIn star poetic inserts and yes y'alls\nMy speech is like holding two Glocks apiece\nThe outreach that rock police\nThe super adventure men pretend to put somethin' in bitches\nWin when we write, the Emmy winner, get hyped off any printer\nAnd I came to get it, hit it\nLike Operation PUSH, operate the tush\n\nBlack octopus of soul, in inter-planetary patrol\nI planted my gold, and low and behold\nIt's the brother doc, ready to rock-rock\nDon't stop Hobbes, I'm hot like the lumberjack chop chop\nThe wordsmith, I write in block letters of cursive\nCurse my circus, serve this surface\nAnd watch how the brother get over\nThe fly Cassanova with the frankincense odor\n\nBear witness\nTo where riches'll make career bitches share pictures\nWhen the ears get this ya brains's software glitches\nSplatter your brains, leave scattered remains of matter and stains\nThat'll explain how you was battered and slain\nI get rude and go, to your show and use your own\nFans to boo and throw you off 'til you lose your flow\nA pro, mean like Joe Greene when I blow steam\nPut your whole team on pause like cold cream\n\nThey show laughter when I flow faster, your ho have to\nGo after her weave from the breeze when I blow past ya\nI'm dapper plus ghetto and just pedal\nWhen the dust settle we left in the rubble to crush metal\nNurses with hearses sealin' conversed with lit purses\nSpit fire, make you first to bit, try me\nLike Osama, or Dahmer, I'ma cause trauma\nAnd homicides when I collide, I get kamikaze\n\nKane, baby, walk hard, the p-jects\nOn streets of Brooklyn I'm a crew of D-cepts\nOn streets of LA I'm a whole E-set\nOn tracks with Jurassic, I be the T-Rex\nStill that Gucci dressin', still that coochie pressin'\nMy pimp game smooth begets 'em\nI don't use discretion, cop tends to be stressin'\nFuck explainin' it, who's he testin'?\n\nFinsta perform all physical forms\nLeave your ass shakin' like a Mystikal song\nPlease dumb, what type of shit was you on?\n'Cause man, to compress a nigga mean one less a nigga (uh huh)\nAll I want is my niggas all recruitin' a slimmy\nAll I want is my liver all polluted with Remy\nDuel with any, bring it, I face off\nSon, you out your league like Jordan was with baseball\n\nYeah, your majesty, word flash photography\nThird class economy, blade slashed your artery\nNerve gassed anatomy, blurred past dramatically\nHerbs hashed, my word splash packed agility\nNever predictability\nManeuvers of mind fully designed 'cause I'm true to the rhyme\nWe do the sublime, crackin' yo' backbone\nAttackin' you wack clones\nVernacular right and exact, capital rap zone\n\nThat comeback verbal assault rifle (ha!)\nWe fight like Stokely Carmichael\nNope, we just like you\nWe broke and ain't no tellin' what we might do\nAin't no joke\nRevoke the right to reverse to seek mercy\nWith the King Asiatic and Percy P\nAin't heard the worst of me, until your chest 3D\nSpit venom and burn your body like a STD (yo)\n\nPut a 20 on the next brother steppin' to me wrong\nI mess around a lick 'cause you done cheatin' my theme song\nThis might seem wrong, but this is a mean song\nCrushed like King Kong, and just like ping pong\nBack and forth, I spit Molotovs, it's time to floss\nMy verbal affirmation is to always go off\nWhen syllables slide you'll be enjoyin' the vibe\nOne considerate pride, it's J5\n\nWhen another deadly medley, camera, action, yo, we heavy\nAim steady slash machete Maserati engine ready\nGood and plenty, don't be petty, count the fetti and we jetti\n(Off) To another city where we do our nitty-gritty\nWe wild like Serengeti, tear it down, let's seek and set it\nGet ready, for the ride, verbally hang glide\nWrite and stay tight, mission's in sight\nMurderer worldwide, the stage is yo' knife","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.07] Music po-po-power!\n[00:02.86] E-e-e-exclusive, exclusive, exclusive\n[00:11.56] Yeah\n[00:12.36] \n[00:18.92] Yo, my method for my musical madness\n[00:21.45] Move and motivate those with musical talents, uh\n[00:24.02] Read it in bold print, we holdin' it down\n[00:25.97] Lick a shot, hip-hop when we in yo' town\n[00:28.02] Uhh, master blaster sound\n[00:29.65] Freak the future far from here and now\n[00:31.78] With style, release increase the peace, uhh\n[00:34.13] Bubble with the beat 'til they feelin the heat in the streets\n[00:36.80] Now each one, teach one, reach one, young gun\n[00:39.16] On one, listen to the warrior's drum\n[00:41.06] Beatin' up the block with the ghetto hop that knock\n[00:43.12] And make you wanna crash the spot\n[00:44.49] And unlock explode (boom) the alpha and omega code\n[00:47.17] With drum rolls and old soul, we uphold\n[00:49.29] And foretold to scores of six years ago\n[00:51.52] Fast flow from G. 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Rap to Kool Moe\n\nSupasyllable, major to the minimal\nEvery individual, bounce to the tempo yo\nLungs collapse and raps be trapped in\nThe only way to make it happen, jaw-jappin', fast rappin'\n\nYo, I'm the hot dog that run the hottest monologue\nIn star poetic inserts and yes y'all\nMy speech is like holding two glocks apiece\nThe outreach that rock police\nThe super adventure men portend to put somethin' in bitches\nWin when we write, the Emmy winner get hyped, off any printer\nAnd I came to get it, hit it\nLike operation push, operate the tush\n\nBlack octopus of soul, in inter-planetary patrol\nI planted my gold, and low and behold\nIt's the brother doc, ready to rock-rock\nDon't stop Hobbes, I known like the lumberjack chop chop\nThe wordsmith, I write in block letters of cursive\nCurse my circus, serve this surface\nAnd watch how the brother fet over\nThe fly Casanova with the frankincense odor\n\nBear witness to where riches'll make career bitches share pictures\nWhen the ears get this ya brainses software'll glitches\nSplatter your brains leave scattered remains of matter and stains\nThat'll explain how you was battled and slain\nI get rude and go, to your show and use a row\nOf fans to boo and throw you off 'til you lose your flow\nA pro mean like Joe Greene when I blow theme\nPut your whole team on pause like cold cream\n\nThen show laughter when I flow faster, your hoe haveta\nGo after her weave from the breeze when I blow past ya\nI'm dapper plus ghetto and just pedal\nWhen the dust settles we left in the rubble the crushed metal\nNurses with hearses sealin' conversed with lit purses\nSpit fire, make you first to bit, try me\nLike Osama, odoma', I'ma cause trauma\nAnd homicides when I collide I get kamikaze\n\nKane baby, walk hard, the P-jects\nOn streets of Brooklyn I'm a crew of D-cepts\nOn streets of L.A. I'm a whole E-set\nOn tracks with Jurassic I be the T-Rex\nStill that Gucci dressin', still that coochie pressin'\nMy pimp game smooth be-gets 'em\nI don't use discretion, cop tends to be stressin'\nFuck explainin' it, who's he testing?\n\nFinsta perform all physical forms\nLeave your ass shakin' like a mystical song\nPlease Dumb, what type of shit was you on?\n'Cause man to compress a nigga mean one less a nigga\nAll I want is my niggaz all recruitin' a slimy\nAll I want is my liver all polluted with Remi\nDuel with any, bring it, I face-off\nSon you out your league like Jordan was with baseball\n\nYeah, your majesty, word flash photography\nThird class economy, blade slashed your artery\nNerve gassed anatomy, blurred past dramatically\nHerbs hashed, my word splash packed agility\nNever predictability\nManeuvers of mind fully designed 'cause I'm true to the rhyme\nWe do the sublime, crackin' yo' backbone, attackin' you wack clones\nVernacular right and exact, capital rap zone\n\nThat come back verbal assault rifle\nWe fight like Stokely Carmichael\nNope! 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Rap to Kool Moe\n  Supasyllable, major to the minimal\n  Every individual, bounce to the tempo yo\n  Lungs collapse and raps be trapped in\n  The only way to make it happen, jaw-jappin', fast rappin'\n  Yo, I'm the hot dog that run the hottest monologue\n  In star poetic inserts and yes y'all s\n  My speech is like holding two glocks apiece\n  The outreach that rock police\n  The super adventure men portend to put somethin' in bitches\n  Win when we write, the Emmy winner get hyped, off any printer\n  And I came to get it (hit it)\n  Like Operation PUSH, operate the tush\n  Black octopus of soul, in inter-planetary patrol\n  I planted my gold, and lo and behold\n  It's the brother doc, ready to rock-rock\n  Don't stop hobbes, I knock like the lumberjack chop chop\n  The wordsmith, I write in block letters of cursive\n  Curse my circus, serve this surface\n  And watch how the brother fet over\n  The fly Casanova with the frankincense odor\n  Bear witness\n  To where riches'll make career bitches share pictures\n  When the ears get this ya brainses software'll glitches\n  Splatter your brains\n  Leave scattered remains of matter and stains\n  That'll explain how you was batterd and slain\n  I get rude and go, to your show and use your own\n  Fans to boo and throw you off 'til you lose your flow\n  A pro mean like Joe Greene when I blow steam\n  Put your whole team on pause like cold cream\n  Then show laughter when I flow faster, your hoe haveta\n  Go after her weave from the breeze when I blow past ya\n  I'm dapper plus ghetto and just pedal\n  When the dust settles we left in the rubble to crush metal\n  Nurses with hearses sealin' conversed with lit purses\n  Spit fire, make you first to bit, try me\n  Like Osama or Dahmer, I'ma cause trauma\n  And homicides when I collide I get kamikaze\n  Kane baby, walk hard, the p-jects\n  On streets of Brooklyn I'm a crew of d-cepts\n  On streets of l.A. I'm a whole e-set\n  On tracks with Jurassic I be the T-Rex\n  Still that Gucci dressin', still that coochie pressin'\n  My pimp game smooth be-gets 'em\n  I don't use discretion cop tends to be stressin'\n  Fuck explainin' it, who's he testin'?\n  Finsta perform all physical forms\n  Leave your ass shakin' like a Mystikal song\n  Please dumb, what type of shit was you on?\n  Cause man to compress a nigga mean one less a nigga (uh-huh)\n  All I want is my niggaz all recruitin' a slimmy\n  All I want is my liver all polluted with Remy\n  Duel with any, bring it, I face-off\n  Son you out your league like Jordan was with baseball\n  Yeah, your majesty, word flash photography\n  Third class economy, blade slashed your artery\n  Nerve gassed anatomy, blurred past dramatically\n  Herbs hashed, my word splash packed agility\n  Never predictability\n  Maneuvers of mind fully designed cause I'm true to the rhyme\n  We do the sublime, crackin' yo' backbone\n  Attackin' you wack clones\n  Vernacular right and exact, capital rap zone\n  That come back verbal assault rifle (ah)\n  We fight like Stokely Carmichael\n  Nope! We just like you\n  We broke and ain't no tellin' what we might do\n  Ain't no joke\n  Provoke the right to reverse to seek mercy\n  With the King Asiatic and Percy P\n  Ain't heard the worst of me, until your chest 3D\n  Spit venom and burn your body like a STD\n  Yo, put a twenty on the next brother steppin' to me wrong\n  I mess around a lick 'cause you been cheatin' my theme song\n  This might seem wrong, but this is a mean song\n  Crushed like King Kong, and just like ping-pong\n  Back and forth, I spit Molotovs, it's time to floss\n  My verbal affirmation is to always go off\n  When syllables slide you'll be enjoyin' the vibe\n  When consider it pride, it's J5\n  When another deadly medley, camera action yo we heavy\n  Aim steady slash machette Maserati engine ready\n  Good and plenty don't be petty count the fetti and we jetti\n  Off to another city where we do our nitty grity\n  We wild like Serengeti, tear it down let's seek and set it\n  Get ready, for the ride, verbally hand-glide\n  Write and stay tight, mission's in sight\n  Murderer worldwide the stage is yo' knife\n"},{"id":3459830,"name":"A Day At The Races - Edited","trackName":"A Day At The Races - Edited","artistName":"Jurassic 5","albumName":"Power In Numbers","duration":243.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Music power!\nExclusive\nYeah\nYo, my method for my musical madness\nMove and motivate those with musical talents, uhh\nRead it in bold print, we holdin' it down\nLick a shot, hip-hop when we in yo' town\nUhh, master blaster sound\nFreak the future far from here and now\nWith style, release increase the peace, uhh\nBubble with the beat 'til they feelin' the heat in the streets\nNow each one, teach one, reach one, young gun\nOn one, listen to the warrior's drum\nBeatin' up the block with the ghetto hop that knock\nAnd make you want to crash the spot\nAnd unlock explode (boom) the alpha and omega code\nWith drum rolls and old soul, we uphold\nAnd foretold to scores of six years ago\nFast flow from G. Rap to Kool Moe\nSupasyllable, major to the minimal\nEvery individual, bounce to the tempo yo\nLungs collapse and raps be trapped in\nThe only way to make it happen, jaw-jappin', fast rappin'\nYo, I'm the hot dog that run the hottest monologue\nIn star poetic inserts and yes y'all s\nMy speech is like holding two glocks apiece\nThe outreach that rock police\nThe super adventure men portend to put somethin' in bitches\nWin when we write, the Emmy winner get hyped, off any printer\nAnd I came to get it (hit it)\nLike Operation PUSH, operate the tush\nBlack octopus of soul, in inter-planetary patrol\nI planted my gold, and lo and behold\nIt's the brother doc, ready to rock-rock\nDon't stop hobbes, I knock like the lumberjack chop chop\nThe wordsmith, I write in block letters of cursive\nCurse my circus, serve this surface\nAnd watch how the brother fet over\nThe fly Casanova with the frankincense odor\nBear witness\nTo where riches'll make career bitches share pictures\nWhen the ears get this ya brainses software'll glitches\nSplatter your brains\nLeave scattered remains of matter and stains\nThat'll explain how you was batterd and slain\nI get rude and go, to your show and use your own\nFans to boo and throw you off 'til you lose your flow\nA pro mean like Joe Greene when I blow steam\nPut your whole team on pause like cold cream\nThen show laughter when I flow faster, your hoe haveta\nGo after her weave from the breeze when I blow past ya\nI'm dapper plus ghetto and just pedal\nWhen the dust settles we left in the rubble to crush metal\nNurses with hearses sealin' conversed with lit purses\nSpit fire, make you first to bit, try me\nLike Osama or Dahmer, I'ma cause trauma\nAnd homicides when I collide I get kamikaze\nKane baby, walk hard, the p-jects\nOn streets of Brooklyn I'm a crew of d-cepts\nOn streets of l.A. I'm a whole e-set\nOn tracks with Jurassic I be the T-Rex\nStill that Gucci dressin', still that coochie pressin'\nMy pimp game smooth be-gets 'em\nI don't use discretion cop tends to be stressin'\nFuck explainin' it, who's he testin'?\nFinsta perform all physical forms\nLeave your ass shakin' like a Mystikal song\nPlease dumb, what type of shit was you on?\nCause man to compress a nigga mean one less a nigga (uh-huh)\nAll I want is my niggaz all recruitin' a slimmy\nAll I want is my liver all polluted with Remy\nDuel with any, bring it, I face-off\nSon you out your league like Jordan was with baseball\nYeah, your majesty, word flash photography\nThird class economy, blade slashed your artery\nNerve gassed anatomy, blurred past dramatically\nHerbs hashed, my word splash packed agility\nNever predictability\nManeuvers of mind fully designed cause I'm true to the rhyme\nWe do the sublime, crackin' yo' backbone\nAttackin' you wack clones\nVernacular right and exact, capital rap zone\nThat come back verbal assault rifle (ah)\nWe fight like Stokely Carmichael\nNope! We just like you\nWe broke and ain't no tellin' what we might do\nAin't no joke\nProvoke the right to reverse to seek mercy\nWith the King Asiatic and Percy P\nAin't heard the worst of me, until your chest 3D\nSpit venom and burn your body like a STD\nYo, put a twenty on the next brother steppin' to me wrong\nI mess around a lick 'cause you been cheatin' my theme song\nThis might seem wrong, but this is a mean song\nCrushed like King Kong, and just like ping-pong\nBack and forth, I spit Molotovs, it's time to floss\nMy verbal affirmation is to always go off\nWhen syllables slide you'll be enjoyin' the vibe\nWhen consider it pride, it's J5\nWhen another deadly medley, camera action yo we heavy\nAim steady slash machette Maserati engine ready\nGood and plenty don't be petty count the fetti and we jetti\nOff to another city where we do our nitty grity\nWe wild like Serengeti, tear it down let's seek and set it\nGet ready, for the ride, verbally hand-glide\nWrite and stay tight, mission's in sight\nMurderer worldwide the stage is yo' knife","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: A Day At The Races - Edited\n  artist: Jurassic 5\n  album: Power In Numbers\n  duration_ms: 243000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Music power!\n  Exclusive\n  Yeah\n  Yo, my method for my musical madness\n  Move and motivate those with musical talents, uhh\n  Read it in bold print, we holdin' it down\n  Lick a shot, hip-hop when we in yo' town\n  Uhh, master blaster sound\n  Freak the future far from here and now\n  With style, release increase the peace, uhh\n  Bubble with the beat 'til they feelin' the heat in the streets\n  Now each one, teach one, reach one, young gun\n  On one, listen to the warrior's drum\n  Beatin' up the block with the ghetto hop that knock\n  And make you want to crash the spot\n  And unlock explode (boom) the alpha and omega code\n  With drum rolls and old soul, we uphold\n  And foretold to scores of six years ago\n  Fast flow from G. Rap to Kool Moe\n  Supasyllable, major to the minimal\n  Every individual, bounce to the tempo yo\n  Lungs collapse and raps be trapped in\n  The only way to make it happen, jaw-jappin', fast rappin'\n  Yo, I'm the hot dog that run the hottest monologue\n  In star poetic inserts and yes y'all s\n  My speech is like holding two glocks apiece\n  The outreach that rock police\n  The super adventure men portend to put somethin' in bitches\n  Win when we write, the Emmy winner get hyped, off any printer\n  And I came to get it (hit it)\n  Like Operation PUSH, operate the tush\n  Black octopus of soul, in inter-planetary patrol\n  I planted my gold, and lo and behold\n  It's the brother doc, ready to rock-rock\n  Don't stop hobbes, I knock like the lumberjack chop chop\n  The wordsmith, I write in block letters of cursive\n  Curse my circus, serve this surface\n  And watch how the brother fet over\n  The fly Casanova with the frankincense odor\n  Bear witness\n  To where riches'll make career bitches share pictures\n  When the ears get this ya brainses software'll glitches\n  Splatter your brains\n  Leave scattered remains of matter and stains\n  That'll explain how you was batterd and slain\n  I get rude and go, to your show and use your own\n  Fans to boo and throw you off 'til you lose your flow\n  A pro mean like Joe Greene when I blow steam\n  Put your whole team on pause like cold cream\n  Then show laughter when I flow faster, your hoe haveta\n  Go after her weave from the breeze when I blow past ya\n  I'm dapper plus ghetto and just pedal\n  When the dust settles we left in the rubble to crush metal\n  Nurses with hearses sealin' conversed with lit purses\n  Spit fire, make you first to bit, try me\n  Like Osama or Dahmer, I'ma cause trauma\n  And homicides when I collide I get kamikaze\n  Kane baby, walk hard, the p-jects\n  On streets of Brooklyn I'm a crew of d-cepts\n  On streets of l.A. I'm a whole e-set\n  On tracks with Jurassic I be the T-Rex\n  Still that Gucci dressin', still that coochie pressin'\n  My pimp game smooth be-gets 'em\n  I don't use discretion cop tends to be stressin'\n  Fuck explainin' it, who's he testin'?\n  Finsta perform all physical forms\n  Leave your ass shakin' like a Mystikal song\n  Please dumb, what type of shit was you on?\n  Cause man to compress a nigga mean one less a nigga (uh-huh)\n  All I want is my niggaz all recruitin' a slimmy\n  All I want is my liver all polluted with Remy\n  Duel with any, bring it, I face-off\n  Son you out your league like Jordan was with baseball\n  Yeah, your majesty, word flash photography\n  Third class economy, blade slashed your artery\n  Nerve gassed anatomy, blurred past dramatically\n  Herbs hashed, my word splash packed agility\n  Never predictability\n  Maneuvers of mind fully designed cause I'm true to the rhyme\n  We do the sublime, crackin' yo' backbone\n  Attackin' you wack clones\n  Vernacular right and exact, capital rap zone\n  That come back verbal assault rifle (ah)\n  We fight like Stokely Carmichael\n  Nope! We just like you\n  We broke and ain't no tellin' what we might do\n  Ain't no joke\n  Provoke the right to reverse to seek mercy\n  With the King Asiatic and Percy P\n  Ain't heard the worst of me, until your chest 3D\n  Spit venom and burn your body like a STD\n  Yo, put a twenty on the next brother steppin' to me wrong\n  I mess around a lick 'cause you been cheatin' my theme song\n  This might seem wrong, but this is a mean song\n  Crushed like King Kong, and just like ping-pong\n  Back and forth, I spit Molotovs, it's time to floss\n  My verbal affirmation is to always go off\n  When syllables slide you'll be enjoyin' the vibe\n  When consider it pride, it's J5\n  When another deadly medley, camera action yo we heavy\n  Aim steady slash machette Maserati engine ready\n  Good and plenty don't be petty count the fetti and we jetti\n  Off to another city where we do our nitty grity\n  We wild like Serengeti, tear it down let's seek and set it\n  Get ready, for the ride, verbally hand-glide\n  Write and stay tight, mission's in sight\n  Murderer worldwide the stage is yo' knife\n"},{"id":20686933,"name":"A Day At The Races [Live]","trackName":"A Day At The Races [Live]","artistName":"Jurassic 5","albumName":"Feedback","duration":188.174512,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Music power\nExclusive\n\nYo, my metaphor, my musical madness\nMove and motivate those with musical talents, uhh\nRead it in bold print, we holdin' it down\nLick a shot, hip-hop when we in yo' town\nUhh, master blaster sound\nFreak the future far from here and now\nWith style, release increase the peace, uhh\nBubble with the beat 'til they feelin' the heat in the streets\n\nNow each one, teach one, reach one, young gun\nOn one, listen to the warrior's drum\nBeatin' up the block with the ghetto hop that knock\nAnd make you wanna crash the spot\nAnd unlock explode the alpha and omega code\n(Boom)\nWith drum rolls and old soul, we uphold\nAnd foretold to scores of six years ago\nFast flow from G. Rap to Kool Moe\n\nSupasyllable, major to the minimal\nEvery individual, bounce to the tempo yo\nLungs collapse and raps be trapped in\nThe only way to make it happen, jaw-jappin', fast rappin'\n\nYo, I'm the hot dog that run the hottest monologue\nIn star poetic inserts and yes y'all\nMy speech is like holding two glocks apiece\nThe outreach that rock police\nThe super adventure men portend to put somethin' in bitches\nWin when we write, the Emmy winner get hyped, off any printer\nAnd I came to get it, hit it\nLike operation push, operate the tush\n\nBlack octopus of soul, in inter-planetary patrol\nI planted my gold, and low and behold\nIt's the brother doc, ready to rock-rock\nDon't stop Hobbes, I known like the lumberjack chop chop\nThe wordsmith, I write in block letters of cursive\nCurse my circus, serve this surface\nAnd watch how the brother fet over\nThe fly Casanova with the frankincense odor\n\nBear witness to where riches'll make career bitches share pictures\nWhen the ears get this ya brainses software'll glitches\nSplatter your brains leave scattered remains of matter and stains\nThat'll explain how you was battled and slain\nI get rude and go, to your show and use a row\nOf fans to boo and throw you off 'til you lose your flow\nA pro mean like Joe Greene when I blow theme\nPut your whole team on pause like cold cream\n\nThen show laughter when I flow faster, your hoe haveta\nGo after her weave from the breeze when I blow past ya\nI'm dapper plus ghetto and just pedal\nWhen the dust settles we left in the rubble the crushed metal\nNurses with hearses sealin' conversed with lit purses\nSpit fire, make you first to bit, try me\nLike Osama, odoma', I'ma cause trauma\nAnd homicides when I collide I get kamikaze\n\nKane baby, walk hard, the P-jects\nOn streets of Brooklyn I'm a crew of D-cepts\nOn streets of L.A. I'm a whole E-set\nOn tracks with Jurassic I be the T-Rex\nStill that Gucci dressin', still that coochie pressin'\nMy pimp game smooth be-gets 'em\nI don't use discretion, cop tends to be stressin'\nFuck explainin' it, who's he testing?\n\nFinsta perform all physical forms\nLeave your ass shakin' like a mystical song\nPlease Dumb, what type of shit was you on?\n'Cause man to compress a nigga mean one less a nigga\nAll I want is my niggaz all recruitin' a slimy\nAll I want is my liver all polluted with Remi\nDuel with any, bring it, I face-off\nSon you out your league like Jordan was with baseball\n\nYeah, your majesty, word flash photography\nThird class economy, blade slashed your artery\nNerve gassed anatomy, blurred past dramatically\nHerbs hashed, my word splash packed agility\nNever predictability\nManeuvers of mind fully designed 'cause I'm true to the rhyme\nWe do the sublime, crackin' yo' backbone, attackin' you wack clones\nVernacular right and exact, capital rap zone\n\nThat come back verbal assault rifle\nWe fight like Stokely Carmichael\nNope! We just like you\nWe broke and ain't no tellin' what we might do ain't no joke\nProvoke the right to reverse to seek mercy\nwith the King Asiatic and Percy P\nAin't heard the worst of me, until your chest 3-D\nSpit venom and burn your body like a STD\n\nPut a 20 on the next brother steppin' to me wrong\nI mess around a lick 'cause you done cheat on my theme song\nThis might seem wrong, but this is a mean song\nCrushed like King-Kong, and just like ping-pong\nBack and forth, I spit knowl' and toss, it's time to floss\nMy verbal affirmation is to always go off\nWhen syllables slide you'll be enjoyin' the vibe\nWhen consider it pride, it's J5\n\nWhen another deadly medley, camera action yo we heavy\nAim steady slash machete Mazeratti engine ready\nGood and plenty don't be petty count the fetti and we jetti\nOff to another city where we do our nitty gritty\nWe wild like Serengeti, tear it down let's seek and set it\nGet ready, for the ride, verbally hand-glide\nWrite and stay tight, mission's in sight\nMurderer worldwide the stage is yo' knife","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: A Day At The Races [Live]\n  artist: Jurassic 5\n  album: Feedback\n  duration_ms: 188175\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Music power\n  Exclusive\n\n  Yo, my metaphor, my musical madness\n  Move and motivate those with musical talents, uhh\n  Read it in bold print, we holdin' it down\n  Lick a shot, hip-hop when we in yo' town\n  Uhh, master blaster sound\n  Freak the future far from here and now\n  With style, release increase the peace, uhh\n  Bubble with the beat 'til they feelin' the heat in the streets\n\n  Now each one, teach one, reach one, young gun\n  On one, listen to the warrior's drum\n  Beatin' up the block with the ghetto hop that knock\n  And make you wanna crash the spot\n  And unlock explode the alpha and omega code\n  (Boom)\n  With drum rolls and old soul, we uphold\n  And foretold to scores of six years ago\n  Fast flow from G. Rap to Kool Moe\n\n  Supasyllable, major to the minimal\n  Every individual, bounce to the tempo yo\n  Lungs collapse and raps be trapped in\n  The only way to make it happen, jaw-jappin', fast rappin'\n\n  Yo, I'm the hot dog that run the hottest monologue\n  In star poetic inserts and yes y'all\n  My speech is like holding two glocks apiece\n  The outreach that rock police\n  The super adventure men portend to put somethin' in bitches\n  Win when we write, the Emmy winner get hyped, off any printer\n  And I came to get it, hit it\n  Like operation push, operate the tush\n\n  Black octopus of soul, in inter-planetary patrol\n  I planted my gold, and low and behold\n  It's the brother doc, ready to rock-rock\n  Don't stop Hobbes, I known like the lumberjack chop chop\n  The wordsmith, I write in block letters of cursive\n  Curse my circus, serve this surface\n  And watch how the brother fet over\n  The fly Casanova with the frankincense odor\n\n  Bear witness to where riches'll make career bitches share pictures\n  When the ears get this ya brainses software'll glitches\n  Splatter your brains leave scattered remains of matter and stains\n  That'll explain how you was battled and slain\n  I get rude and go, to your show and use a row\n  Of fans to boo and throw you off 'til you lose your flow\n  A pro mean like Joe Greene when I blow theme\n  Put your whole team on pause like cold cream\n\n  Then show laughter when I flow faster, your hoe haveta\n  Go after her weave from the breeze when I blow past ya\n  I'm dapper plus ghetto and just pedal\n  When the dust settles we left in the rubble the crushed metal\n  Nurses with hearses sealin' conversed with lit purses\n  Spit fire, make you first to bit, try me\n  Like Osama, odoma', I'ma cause trauma\n  And homicides when I collide I get kamikaze\n\n  Kane baby, walk hard, the P-jects\n  On streets of Brooklyn I'm a crew of D-cepts\n  On streets of L.A. 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Rap to Kool Moe\n\nSupasyllable, major to the minimal\nEvery individual, bounce to the tempo yo\nLungs collapse and raps be trapped in\nThe only way to make it happen, jaw-jappin', fast rappin'\n\nYo, I'm the hot dog that run the hottest monologue\nIn star poetic inserts and yes y'all\nMy speech is like holding two glocks apiece\nThe outreach that rock police\nThe super adventure men portend to put somethin' in bitches\nWin when we write, the Emmy winner get hyped, off any printer\nAnd I came to get it, hit it\nLike operation push, operate the tush\n\nBlack octopus of soul, in inter-planetary patrol\nI planted my gold, and low and behold\nIt's the brother doc, ready to rock-rock\nDon't stop Hobbes, I known like the lumberjack chop chop\nThe wordsmith, I write in block letters of cursive\nCurse my circus, serve this surface\nAnd watch how the brother fet over\nThe fly Casanova with the frankincense odor\n\nBear witness to where riches'll make career bitches share pictures\nWhen the ears get this ya brainses software'll glitches\nSplatter your brains leave scattered remains of matter and stains\nThat'll explain how you was battled and slain\nI get rude and go, to your show and use a row\nOf fans to boo and throw you off 'til you lose your flow\nA pro mean like Joe Greene when I blow theme\nPut your whole team on pause like cold cream\n\nThen show laughter when I flow faster, your hoe haveta\nGo after her weave from the breeze when I blow past ya\nI'm dapper plus ghetto and just pedal\nWhen the dust settles we left in the rubble the crushed metal\nNurses with hearses sealin' conversed with lit purses\nSpit fire, make you first to bit, try me\nLike Osama, odoma', I'ma cause trauma\nAnd homicides when I collide I get kamikaze\n\nKane baby, walk hard, the P-jects\nOn streets of Brooklyn I'm a crew of D-cepts\nOn streets of L.A. 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Rap to Kool Moe\n\n  Supasyllable, major to the minimal\n  Every individual, bounce to the tempo yo\n  Lungs collapse and raps be trapped in\n  The only way to make it happen, jaw-jappin', fast rappin'\n\n  Yo, I'm the hot dog that run the hottest monologue\n  In star poetic inserts and yes y'all\n  My speech is like holding two glocks apiece\n  The outreach that rock police\n  The super adventure men portend to put somethin' in bitches\n  Win when we write, the Emmy winner get hyped, off any printer\n  And I came to get it, hit it\n  Like operation push, operate the tush\n\n  Black octopus of soul, in inter-planetary patrol\n  I planted my gold, and low and behold\n  It's the brother doc, ready to rock-rock\n  Don't stop Hobbes, I known like the lumberjack chop chop\n  The wordsmith, I write in block letters of cursive\n  Curse my circus, serve this surface\n  And watch how the brother fet over\n  The fly Casanova with the frankincense odor\n\n  Bear witness to where riches'll make career bitches share pictures\n  When the ears get this ya brainses software'll glitches\n  Splatter your brains leave scattered remains of matter and stains\n  That'll explain how you was battled and slain\n  I get rude and go, to your show and use a row\n  Of fans to boo and throw you off 'til you lose your flow\n  A pro mean like Joe Greene when I blow theme\n  Put your whole team on pause like cold cream\n\n  Then show laughter when I flow faster, your hoe haveta\n  Go after her weave from the breeze when I blow past ya\n  I'm dapper plus ghetto and just pedal\n  When the dust settles we left in the rubble the crushed metal\n  Nurses with hearses sealin' conversed with lit purses\n  Spit fire, make you first to bit, try me\n  Like Osama, odoma', I'ma cause trauma\n  And homicides when I collide I get kamikaze\n\n  Kane baby, walk hard, the P-jects\n  On streets of Brooklyn I'm a crew of D-cepts\n  On streets of L.A. 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Rap to cool Moe\nSupasyllable, major to the minimal\nEvery individual, bounce to the tempo yo\nLungs collapse and raps be trapped in\nThe only way to make it happen, jaw-jappin, fast rappin'\nYo, I'm the hot dog that run the hottest monologue\nIn star poetic inserts and yes why'all s\nMy speech is like holding two glocks apiece\nThe outreach that rock police\nThe super adventure men portend to put somethin' in bitches\nWin when we write, the Emmy winner get hyped, off any printer\nAnd I came to get it (HIT IT)\nLike Operation PUSH, operate the tush\nBlack octopus of soul, in inter-planetary patrol\nI planted my gold, and low and behold\nIt's the brother doc, ready to rock-rock\nDon't stop Hobbes, I known like the lumberjack chop chop\nThe wordsmith, I write in block letters of cursive\nCurse my circus, serve this surface\nAnd watch how the brother fet over\nThe fly Cassanova with the frankincense odor\nBear witness\nTo where riches'll make career bitches share pictures\nWhen the ears get this ya brainses software'll glitches\nSplatter your brains\nLeave scattered remains of matter and stains\nThat'll explain how you was battled and slain\nI get rude and go, to your show and use a row\nOf fans to BOO and throw you off 'til you lose your flow\nA pro mean like Joe Greene when I blow theme\nPut your whole team on pause like cold cream\nThen show laughter when I flow faster, your hoe haveta\nGo after her weave from the breeze when I blow past ya\nI'm dapper plus ghetto and just pedal\nWhen the dust settles we left in the rubble the crushed metal\nNurses with hearses sealin' conversed with lit purses\nSpit fire, make you first to bit, try me\nLike Osama, odoma', I'ma cause trauma\nAnd homicides when I collide I get kamikaze\nKane baby, walk hard, the p-jects\nOn streets of Brooklyn I'm a crew of D-cepts\nOn streets of L.A. I'm a whole E-set\nOn tracks with Jurassic I be the T-Rex\nStill that Gucci dressin', still that coochie pressin'\nMy pimp game smooth be-gets 'em\nI don't use discretion; cop tends to be stressin'\nFuck explainin' it, who's he testin'?\nFinsta perform all physical forms\nLeave your ass shakin' like a Mystikal song\nPlease Dumb, what type of shit was you on?\nCause man to compress a nigga mean One less a nigga (uh-huh)\nAll I want is my niggaz all recruitin' a slimmy\nAll I want is my liver all polluted with Remi\nDuel with any, bring it, I face-off\nSon you out your league like Jordan was with baseball\nYeahhh, your majesty, word flash photography\nThird class economy, blade slashed your artery\nNerve gassed anatomy, blurred past dramatically\nHerbs hashed, my word splash packed agility\nNever predictability maneuvers of mind fully designed cause I'm true to the rhyme\nWe do the sublime, crackin yo' backbone\nAttackin you wack clones\nVernacular right and exact, capital rap zone\nThat come back verbal assault rifle (ahhhhh)\nWe fight like Stokely Carmichael\nNope! We just like you\nWe broke and ain't no tellin what we might do\nAin't no joke\nProvoke the right to reverse to seek mercy\nWith the King Asiatic and Percy P\nAin't heard the worst of me, until your chest 3-D\nSpit venom and burn your body like a STD\nPut a twenty on the next brother steppin' to me wrong\nI mess around a lick cause you done cheat on my theme song\nThis might seem wrong, but this is a mean song\nCrushed like King-Kong, and just like ping-pong\nBack and forth, I spit knowl' and toss, it's time to floss\nMy verbal affirmation is to always go off\nWhen syllables slide you'll be enjoyin' the vibe\nWhen consider it pride, it's J5\nWhen another deadly medley, camera action yo we heavy\nAim steady slash machette Mazeratti engine ready\nGood and plenty don't be petty count the fetti and we jetti\nOFF to another city where we do our nitty grity\nWe wild like Serengeti, tear it down let's seek and set it\nGet ready, for the ride, verbally hand-glide\nWrite and stay tight, mission's in sight\nMurderer worldwide the stage is yo' knife","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: A Day At The Races - Live at Brixton Academy\n  artist: Jurassic 5\n  album: Feedback\n  duration_ms: 203000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yo, my metaphor, my musical madness\n  Move and motivate those with musical talents, uhh\n  Read it in bold print, we holdin' it down\n  Lick a shot, hip-hop when we in yo' town\n  Uhh, master blaster sound\n  Freak the future far from here and now\n  With style, release increase the peace, uhh\n  Bubble with the beat 'til they feelin' the heat in the streets\n  Now each one, teach one, reach one, young gun\n  On one, listen to the warrior's drum\n  Beatin up the block with the ghetto hop that knock\n  And make you want to crash the spot\n  And unlock explode (BOOM) the alpha and omega code\n  With drum rolls and old soul, we uphold\n  And foretold to scores of six years ago\n  Fast flow from G. Rap to cool Moe\n  Supasyllable, major to the minimal\n  Every individual, bounce to the tempo yo\n  Lungs collapse and raps be trapped in\n  The only way to make it happen, jaw-jappin, fast rappin'\n  Yo, I'm the hot dog that run the hottest monologue\n  In star poetic inserts and yes why'all s\n  My speech is like holding two glocks apiece\n  The outreach that rock police\n  The super adventure men portend to put somethin' in bitches\n  Win when we write, the Emmy winner get hyped, off any printer\n  And I came to get it (HIT IT)\n  Like Operation PUSH, operate the tush\n  Black octopus of soul, in inter-planetary patrol\n  I planted my gold, and low and behold\n  It's the brother doc, ready to rock-rock\n  Don't stop Hobbes, I known like the lumberjack chop chop\n  The wordsmith, I write in block letters of cursive\n  Curse my circus, serve this surface\n  And watch how the brother fet over\n  The fly Cassanova with the frankincense odor\n  Bear witness\n  To where riches'll make career bitches share pictures\n  When the ears get this ya brainses software'll glitches\n  Splatter your brains\n  Leave scattered remains of matter and stains\n  That'll explain how you was battled and slain\n  I get rude and go, to your show and use a row\n  Of fans to BOO and throw you off 'til you lose your flow\n  A pro mean like Joe Greene when I blow theme\n  Put your whole team on pause like cold cream\n  Then show laughter when I flow faster, your hoe haveta\n  Go after her weave from the breeze when I blow past ya\n  I'm dapper plus ghetto and just pedal\n  When the dust settles we left in the rubble the crushed metal\n  Nurses with hearses sealin' conversed with lit purses\n  Spit fire, make you first to bit, try me\n  Like Osama, odoma', I'ma cause trauma\n  And homicides when I collide I get kamikaze\n  Kane baby, walk hard, the p-jects\n  On streets of Brooklyn I'm a crew of D-cepts\n  On streets of L.A. I'm a whole E-set\n  On tracks with Jurassic I be the T-Rex\n  Still that Gucci dressin', still that coochie pressin'\n  My pimp game smooth be-gets 'em\n  I don't use discretion; cop tends to be stressin'\n  Fuck explainin' it, who's he testin'?\n  Finsta perform all physical forms\n  Leave your ass shakin' like a Mystikal song\n  Please Dumb, what type of shit was you on?\n  Cause man to compress a nigga mean One less a nigga (uh-huh)\n  All I want is my niggaz all recruitin' a slimmy\n  All I want is my liver all polluted with Remi\n  Duel with any, bring it, I face-off\n  Son you out your league like Jordan was with baseball\n  Yeahhh, your majesty, word flash photography\n  Third class economy, blade slashed your artery\n  Nerve gassed anatomy, blurred past dramatically\n  Herbs hashed, my word splash packed agility\n  Never predictability maneuvers of mind fully designed cause I'm true to the rhyme\n  We do the sublime, crackin yo' backbone\n  Attackin you wack clones\n  Vernacular right and exact, capital rap zone\n  That come back verbal assault rifle (ahhhhh)\n  We fight like Stokely Carmichael\n  Nope! We just like you\n  We broke and ain't no tellin what we might do\n  Ain't no joke\n  Provoke the right to reverse to seek mercy\n  With the King Asiatic and Percy P\n  Ain't heard the worst of me, until your chest 3-D\n  Spit venom and burn your body like a STD\n  Put a twenty on the next brother steppin' to me wrong\n  I mess around a lick cause you done cheat on my theme song\n  This might seem wrong, but this is a mean song\n  Crushed like King-Kong, and just like ping-pong\n  Back and forth, I spit knowl' and toss, it's time to floss\n  My verbal affirmation is to always go off\n  When syllables slide you'll be enjoyin' the vibe\n  When consider it pride, it's J5\n  When another deadly medley, camera action yo we heavy\n  Aim steady slash machette Mazeratti engine ready\n  Good and plenty don't be petty count the fetti and we jetti\n  OFF to another city where we do our nitty grity\n  We wild like Serengeti, tear it down let's seek and set it\n  Get ready, for the ride, verbally hand-glide\n  Write and stay tight, mission's in sight\n  Murderer worldwide the stage is yo' knife\n"}]