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Make my voice deeper\n\nAight, next track\nAnd back to the next shit\nI need some motherfuckin' cess in my chest\nSo I can run around like I had a bulletproof vest on\nAight, Stewart, take the cess\nHuh? Aight, Stewart","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.16] Damn, this shit is hard to breathe this j...\n[00:03.49] Motherfucking course, man!\n[00:05.18] The fucking course!\n[00:08.30] Fuck that!\n[00:09.49] Who the fuck is you, nigga?\n[00:11.16] X, massive, the iron man\n[00:12.44] Representing\n[00:13.69] This is how we switch shit\n[00:15.19] For the CMR\n[00:16.33] Bustin', Zevel loves to rock the venue\n[00:18.20] Then see you, never be you, in fact, lad, I never been you\n[00:20.86] Scratched off the menu, I continue with the yella\n[00:23.19] So props might develop from the tools, no clues to head swell up\n[00:26.27] I dwell uptown, it's like a jungle, I'm immune to the fever though\n[00:29.69] Whoopsie daisy, never lazy so I heave-ho\n[00:31.84] Whippin' shit like Devo, whip it good, dang dang\n[00:34.30] Whippin' shit like Elmer Fudd and Mr. Fudd, slang\n[00:36.71] Listen to my guitar twang as I sang\n[00:39.09] Along, phone with my songs goin' blowin'\n[00:41.31] Blowin' up like a grenade, serenade 'em into wind\n[00:43.72] Been locked on the mic like vice grips to the swinz\n[00:46.10] Seven feet seat fold when I used to pop a wheelie\n[00:48.93] You can get the props if you can top my illy silly\n[00:51.05] Wear it old pro rap style, rarely see a clap while\n[00:53.80] All the fingers snap, child, rips to give me dap\n[00:55.92] Now my nail file, thanks, I'll bake it in the cake\n[00:58.22] Then I'ma send it upstate when my niggas make the break\n[01:00.75] You see, I take none slack, rhymes and track is back\n[01:03.22] Zevel love X like a brown man, not a black bass\n[01:06.36] I'm stringin' 'em up, stringin' 'em up higher\n[01:08.10] Than the '86 Nikes on the wire (Right outside my rec center)\n[01:10.80] I don't suggest taste test if you can't digest\n[01:12.85] And I quote, \"Zevel the best, goddamn, God blessed\" I wrote\n[01:15.78] I tote discs, dats, gats, and bats\n[01:17.99] I vote no to canine, feline rats with double tracks\n[01:21.15] I always hear them say, \"Boiled again by that maniacal madman\"\n[01:24.14] He raps like Saran Wrap, can of like a lamb\n[01:26.34] Some shit's cracked up\n[01:27.44] Yeah, X makes hits like pimp hoes slapped up\n[01:30.24] All cracked up, so constantly actin' up\n[01:32.68] Constipated monkey, got shit backed up\n[01:34.84] Get it?\n[01:37.21] So don't sweat it\n[01:39.17] We don't play in no bullshit\n[01:41.12] Now catch a bullet, ball eight, nigga\n[01:43.92] Gotta pull it off\n[01:49.14] On some shit\n[01:54.26] What is you, stupid? Make my voice deeper\n[01:59.97] Aight, next track\n[02:01.69] And back to the next shit\n[02:03.78] I need some motherfuckin' cess in my chest\n[02:05.62] So I can run around like I had a bulletproof vest on\n[02:09.22] Aight, Stewart, take the cess\n[02:13.58] Huh? Aight, Stewart\n[02:57.98] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Constipated Monkey (Full Version)\n  artist: KMD\n  album: Bl_ck B_st_rds [Deluxe Edition] Disc 2\n  duration_ms: 179000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Damn, this shit is hard to breathe this j...\n  start_ms: 160\n  end_ms: 3490\n- text: Motherfucking course, man!\n  start_ms: 3490\n  end_ms: 5180\n- text: The fucking course!\n  start_ms: 5180\n  end_ms: 8300\n- text: Fuck that!\n  start_ms: 8300\n  end_ms: 9490\n- text: Who the fuck is you, nigga?\n  start_ms: 9490\n  end_ms: 11160\n- text: X, massive, the iron man\n  start_ms: 11160\n  end_ms: 12440\n- text: Representing\n  start_ms: 12440\n  end_ms: 13690\n- text: This is how we switch shit\n  start_ms: 13690\n  end_ms: 15190\n- text: For the CMR\n  start_ms: 15190\n  end_ms: 16330\n- text: Bustin', Zevel loves to rock the venue\n  start_ms: 16330\n  end_ms: 18200\n- text: Then see you, never be you, in fact, lad, I never been you\n  start_ms: 18200\n  end_ms: 20860\n- text: Scratched off the menu, I continue with the yella\n  start_ms: 20860\n  end_ms: 23190\n- text: So props might develop from the tools, no clues to head swell up\n  start_ms: 23190\n  end_ms: 26270\n- text: I dwell uptown, it's like a jungle, I'm immune to the fever though\n  start_ms: 26270\n  end_ms: 29690\n- text: Whoopsie daisy, never lazy so I heave-ho\n  start_ms: 29690\n  end_ms: 31840\n- text: Whippin' shit like Devo, whip it good, dang dang\n  start_ms: 31840\n  end_ms: 34300\n- text: Whippin' shit like Elmer Fudd and Mr. Fudd, slang\n  start_ms: 34300\n  end_ms: 36710\n- text: Listen to my guitar twang as I sang\n  start_ms: 36710\n  end_ms: 39090\n- text: Along, phone with my songs goin' blowin'\n  start_ms: 39090\n  end_ms: 41310\n- text: Blowin' up like a grenade, serenade 'em into wind\n  start_ms: 41310\n  end_ms: 43720\n- text: Been locked on the mic like vice grips to the swinz\n  start_ms: 43720\n  end_ms: 46100\n- text: Seven feet seat fold when I used to pop a wheelie\n  start_ms: 46100\n  end_ms: 48930\n- text: You can get the props if you can top my illy silly\n  start_ms: 48930\n  end_ms: 51050\n- text: Wear it old pro rap style, rarely see a clap while\n  start_ms: 51050\n  end_ms: 53800\n- text: All the fingers snap, child, rips to give me dap\n  start_ms: 53800\n  end_ms: 55920\n- text: Now my nail file, thanks, I'll bake it in the cake\n  start_ms: 55920\n  end_ms: 58220\n- text: Then I'ma send it upstate when my niggas make the break\n  start_ms: 58220\n  end_ms: 60750\n- text: You see, I take none slack, rhymes and track is back\n  start_ms: 60750\n  end_ms: 63220\n- text: Zevel love X like a brown man, not a black bass\n  start_ms: 63220\n  end_ms: 66360\n- text: I'm stringin' 'em up, stringin' 'em up higher\n  start_ms: 66360\n  end_ms: 68100\n- text: Than the '86 Nikes on the wire (Right outside my rec center)\n  start_ms: 68100\n  end_ms: 70800\n- text: I don't suggest taste test if you can't digest\n  start_ms: 70800\n  end_ms: 72850\n- text: And I quote, \"Zevel the best, goddamn, God blessed\" I wrote\n  start_ms: 72850\n  end_ms: 75780\n- text: I tote discs, dats, gats, and bats\n  start_ms: 75780\n  end_ms: 77990\n- text: I vote no to canine, feline rats with double tracks\n  start_ms: 77990\n  end_ms: 81150\n- text: I always hear them say, \"Boiled again by that maniacal madman\"\n  start_ms: 81150\n  end_ms: 84140\n- text: He raps like Saran Wrap, can of like a lamb\n  start_ms: 84140\n  end_ms: 86340\n- text: Some shit's cracked up\n  start_ms: 86340\n  end_ms: 87440\n- text: Yeah, X makes hits like pimp hoes slapped up\n  start_ms: 87440\n  end_ms: 90240\n- text: All cracked up, so constantly actin' up\n  start_ms: 90240\n  end_ms: 92680\n- text: Constipated monkey, got shit backed up\n  start_ms: 92680\n  end_ms: 94840\n- text: Get it?\n  start_ms: 94840\n  end_ms: 97210\n- text: So don't sweat it\n  start_ms: 97210\n  end_ms: 99170\n- text: We don't play in no bullshit\n  start_ms: 99170\n  end_ms: 101120\n- text: Now catch a bullet, ball eight, nigga\n  start_ms: 101120\n  end_ms: 103920\n- text: Gotta pull it off\n  start_ms: 103920\n  end_ms: 109140\n- text: On some shit\n  start_ms: 109140\n  end_ms: 114260\n- text: What is you, stupid? Make my voice deeper\n  start_ms: 114260\n  end_ms: 119970\n- text: Aight, next track\n  start_ms: 119970\n  end_ms: 121690\n- text: And back to the next shit\n  start_ms: 121690\n  end_ms: 123780\n- text: I need some motherfuckin' cess in my chest\n  start_ms: 123780\n  end_ms: 125620\n- text: So I can run around like I had a bulletproof vest on\n  start_ms: 125620\n  end_ms: 129220\n- text: Aight, Stewart, take the cess\n  start_ms: 129220\n  end_ms: 133580\n- text: Huh? 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Make my voice deeper\n\nAight, next track\nAnd back to the next shit\nI need some motherfuckin' cess in my chest\nSo I can run around like I had a bulletproof vest on\nAight, Stewart, take the cess\nHuh? 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Make my voice deeper\n[01:59.97] Aight, next track\n[02:01.69] And back to the next shit\n[02:03.78] I need some motherfuckin' cess in my chest\n[02:05.62] So I can run around like I had a bulletproof vest on\n[02:09.22] Aight, Stewart, take the cess\n[02:13.58] Huh? 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Make my voice deeper\n\nAight, next track\nAnd back to the next shit\nI need some motherfuckin' cess in my chest\nSo I can run around like I had a bulletproof vest on\nAight, Stewart, take the cess\nHuh? 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Aight, Stewart\n"},{"id":27724561,"name":"Constipated Monkey - Full Version","trackName":"Constipated Monkey - Full Version","artistName":"KMD","albumName":"Black Bastards Deluxe Edition","duration":179.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Damn, this shit is hard to breathe this j...\nMotherfucking course, man!\nThe fucking course!\nFuck that!\nWho the fuck is you, nigga?\nX, massive, the iron man\nRepresenting\nThis is how we switch shit\nFor the CMR\n\nBustin', Zevel loves to rock the venue\nThen see you, never be you, in fact, lad, I never been you\n\nScratched off the menu, I continue with the yella\nSo props might develop from the tools, no clues to head swell up\nI dwell uptown, it's like a jungle, I'm immune to the fever though\nWhoopsie daisy, never lazy so I heave-ho\nWhippin' shit like Devo, whip it good, dang dang\nWhippin' shit like Elmer Fudd and Mr. Fudd, slang\nListen to my guitar twang as I sang\nAlong, phone with my songs goin' blowin'\nBlowin' up like a grenade, serenade 'em into wind\n\nBeen locked on the mic like vice grips to the swinz\nSeven feet seat fold when I used to pop a wheelie\nYou can get the props if you can top my illy silly\nWear it old pro rap style, rarely see a clap while\nAll the fingers snap, child, rips to give me dap\n\nNow my nail file, thanks, I'll bake it in the cake\nThen I'ma send it upstate when my niggas make the break\nYou see, I take none slack, rhymes and track is back\nZevel love X like a brown man, not a black bass\nI'm stringin' 'em up, stringin' 'em up higher\nThan the '86 Nikes on the wire (Right outside my rec center)\nI don't suggest taste test if you can't digest\nAnd I quote, \"Zevel the best, goddamn, God blessed\" I wrote\n\nI tote discs, dats, gats, and bats\nI vote no to canine, feline rats with double tracks\nI always hear them say, \"Boiled again by that maniacal madman\"\nHe raps like Saran Wrap, can of like a lamb\nSome shit's cracked up\n\nYeah, X makes hits like pimp hoes slapped up\n\nAll cracked up, so constantly actin' up\nConstipated monkey, got shit backed up\nGet it?\n\nSo don't sweat it\nWe don't play in no bullshit\nNow catch a bullet, ball eight, nigga\nGotta pull it off\n\nOn some shit\nWhat is you, stupid? Make my voice deeper\n\nAight, next track\nAnd back to the next shit\nI need some motherfuckin' cess in my chest\nSo I can run around like I had a bulletproof vest on\nAight, Stewart, take the cess\nHuh? 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Make my voice deeper\n[01:59.97] Aight, next track\n[02:01.69] And back to the next shit\n[02:03.78] I need some motherfuckin' cess in my chest\n[02:05.62] So I can run around like I had a bulletproof vest on\n[02:09.22] Aight, Stewart, take the cess\n[02:13.58] Huh? 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