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I'm runnin shit in my pajamas\nLike hot butter on (popcorn mama)\n\n(Chorus)\n\n(Outro)\nLike hot butter, you can't see this\nCause I'm the realest, on your breakfast toast yo\nC.M., on your breakfast toast\nConstipated Mind, on your breakfast toast (popcorn mama)\nOn your breakfast toast... {*ad libs to fade*}","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Popcorn\n  artist: KMD\n  album: The Best of KMD\n  duration_ms: 178000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  POP, POP, POP, POP\n  POP, POP, POP...\n\n  (Zev Love X)\n  Top of the mornin to ya, top of the morn'\n  Niggaz been sleep, now yawn new born\n  To the break of dawn, we be Kausin' Mad Drama\n  Like hot butter on (popcorn mama)\n  I'ma, mindbender, I love tender skins gender\n  Realer than the eagle seal on your legal tender\n  I'm the spender, of every red cent 'til I'm stomped\n  Rock for the Kause, it's no comp cause we deep like a swamp\n  Zev Love a brother I never budges\n  I hold everything from mics to like grudges\n  I won't let a bygone be a bygone\n  Back to play the bitch niggaz like a fly horn\n  I'm controllin all you snakes with, hookin up the cakes\n  With hot butter, the same like your grandmother bake up\n  Butt naked, take it from the Riddler, Batman\n  Who be the oddball, Jake or the Fatman?\n  Pass the gat man, the God fin' to make it go pop\n  A lot like the kid I used to break with\n  Way back when like eighty-four at my last look\n  He's lookin to get his ass whupped, and his cash took\n  That and a old school flavor like a bomber\n  Like hot butter on (popcorn mama)\n\n  (Chorus)\n  Yeah (popcorn mama, popcorn mama, popcorn mama, popcorn mama)\n\n  (Zev Love X)\n  I won't funk fake, so let your toast go\n  Hip-Hop break, for the boast shit\n  Quick to make a cherry, make 'em feel like Mary\n  In hot butter (Sub word to your mother)\n  So big shit, well dig it I rock shit\n  I wig it I cock shit, I drink it, to lick off the wicked\n  Weak ones, deep in the club with sneak guns\n  And boogie with the fly freak unique hons\n  You got the runs, well we be runnin shit on the underrated list\n  I'm never played, and so we're Constipated\n  But so, what? 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I'm runnin shit in my pajamas\nLike hot butter on (popcorn mama)\n\n(Chorus)\n\n(Outro)\nLike hot butter, you can't see this\nCause I'm the realest, on your breakfast toast yo\nC.M., on your breakfast toast\nConstipated Mind, on your breakfast toast (popcorn mama)\nOn your breakfast toast... {*ad libs to fade*}","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Popcorn\n  artist: KMD\n  album: The Best Of KMD\n  duration_ms: 181728\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  POP, POP, POP, POP\n  POP, POP, POP...\n\n  (Zev Love X)\n  Top of the mornin to ya, top of the morn'\n  Niggaz been sleep, now yawn new born\n  To the break of dawn, we be Kausin' Mad Drama\n  Like hot butter on (popcorn mama)\n  I'ma, mindbender, I love tender skins gender\n  Realer than the eagle seal on your legal tender\n  I'm the spender, of every red cent 'til I'm stomped\n  Rock for the Kause, it's no comp cause we deep like a swamp\n  Zev Love a brother I never budges\n  I hold everything from mics to like grudges\n  I won't let a bygone be a bygone\n  Back to play the bitch niggaz like a fly horn\n  I'm controllin all you snakes with, hookin up the cakes\n  With hot butter, the same like your grandmother bake up\n  Butt naked, take it from the Riddler, Batman\n  Who be the oddball, Jake or the Fatman?\n  Pass the gat man, the God fin' to make it go pop\n  A lot like the kid I used to break with\n  Way back when like eighty-four at my last look\n  He's lookin to get his ass whupped, and his cash took\n  That and a old school flavor like a bomber\n  Like hot butter on (popcorn mama)\n\n  (Chorus)\n  Yeah (popcorn mama, popcorn mama, popcorn mama, popcorn mama)\n\n  (Zev Love X)\n  I won't funk fake, so let your toast go\n  Hip-Hop break, for the boast shit\n  Quick to make a cherry, make 'em feel like Mary\n  In hot butter (Sub word to your mother)\n  So big shit, well dig it I rock shit\n  I wig it I cock shit, I drink it, to lick off the wicked\n  Weak ones, deep in the club with sneak guns\n  And boogie with the fly freak unique hons\n  You got the runs, well we be runnin shit on the underrated list\n  I'm never played, and so we're Constipated\n  But so, what? 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I'm runnin shit in my pajamas\nLike hot butter on (popcorn mama)\n\n(Chorus)\n\n(Outro)\nLike hot butter, you can't see this\nCause I'm the realest, on your breakfast toast yo\nC.M., on your breakfast toast\nConstipated Mind, on your breakfast toast (popcorn mama)\nOn your breakfast toast... {*ad libs to fade*}","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Popcorn\n  artist: K.M.D.\n  album: Best Of KMD\n  duration_ms: 178000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  POP, POP, POP, POP\n  POP, POP, POP...\n\n  (Zev Love X)\n  Top of the mornin to ya, top of the morn'\n  Niggaz been sleep, now yawn new born\n  To the break of dawn, we be Kausin' Mad Drama\n  Like hot butter on (popcorn mama)\n  I'ma, mindbender, I love tender skins gender\n  Realer than the eagle seal on your legal tender\n  I'm the spender, of every red cent 'til I'm stomped\n  Rock for the Kause, it's no comp cause we deep like a swamp\n  Zev Love a brother I never budges\n  I hold everything from mics to like grudges\n  I won't let a bygone be a bygone\n  Back to play the bitch niggaz like a fly horn\n  I'm controllin all you snakes with, hookin up the cakes\n  With hot butter, the same like your grandmother bake up\n  Butt naked, take it from the Riddler, Batman\n  Who be the oddball, Jake or the Fatman?\n  Pass the gat man, the God fin' to make it go pop\n  A lot like the kid I used to break with\n  Way back when like eighty-four at my last look\n  He's lookin to get his ass whupped, and his cash took\n  That and a old school flavor like a bomber\n  Like hot butter on (popcorn mama)\n\n  (Chorus)\n  Yeah (popcorn mama, popcorn mama, popcorn mama, popcorn mama)\n\n  (Zev Love X)\n  I won't funk fake, so let your toast go\n  Hip-Hop break, for the boast shit\n  Quick to make a cherry, make 'em feel like Mary\n  In hot butter (Sub word to your mother)\n  So big shit, well dig it I rock shit\n  I wig it I cock shit, I drink it, to lick off the wicked\n  Weak ones, deep in the club with sneak guns\n  And boogie with the fly freak unique hons\n  You got the runs, well we be runnin shit on the underrated list\n  I'm never played, and so we're Constipated\n  But so, what? 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I'm runnin shit in my pajamas\nLike hot butter on (popcorn mama)\n\n(Chorus)\n\n(Outro)\nLike hot butter, you can't see this\nCause I'm the realest, on your breakfast toast yo\nC.M., on your breakfast toast\nConstipated Mind, on your breakfast toast (popcorn mama)\nOn your breakfast toast... {*ad libs to fade*}","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Popcorn\n  artist: Kmd\n  album: Black Bastards (Deluxe Edition)\n  duration_ms: 210387\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  POP, POP, POP, POP\n  POP, POP, POP...\n\n  (Zev Love X)\n  Top of the mornin to ya, top of the morn'\n  Niggaz been sleep, now yawn new born\n  To the break of dawn, we be Kausin' Mad Drama\n  Like hot butter on (popcorn mama)\n  I'ma, mindbender, I love tender skins gender\n  Realer than the eagle seal on your legal tender\n  I'm the spender, of every red cent 'til I'm stomped\n  Rock for the Kause, it's no comp cause we deep like a swamp\n  Zev Love a brother I never budges\n  I hold everything from mics to like grudges\n  I won't let a bygone be a bygone\n  Back to play the bitch niggaz like a fly horn\n  I'm controllin all you snakes with, hookin up the cakes\n  With hot butter, the same like your grandmother bake up\n  Butt naked, take it from the Riddler, Batman\n  Who be the oddball, Jake or the Fatman?\n  Pass the gat man, the God fin' to make it go pop\n  A lot like the kid I used to break with\n  Way back when like eighty-four at my last look\n  He's lookin to get his ass whupped, and his cash took\n  That and a old school flavor like a bomber\n  Like hot butter on (popcorn mama)\n\n  (Chorus)\n  Yeah (popcorn mama, popcorn mama, popcorn mama, popcorn mama)\n\n  (Zev Love X)\n  I won't funk fake, so let your toast go\n  Hip-Hop break, for the boast shit\n  Quick to make a cherry, make 'em feel like Mary\n  In hot butter (Sub word to your mother)\n  So big shit, well dig it I rock shit\n  I wig it I cock shit, I drink it, to lick off the wicked\n  Weak ones, deep in the club with sneak guns\n  And boogie with the fly freak unique hons\n  You got the runs, well we be runnin shit on the underrated list\n  I'm never played, and so we're Constipated\n  But so, what? 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I'm runnin shit in my pajamas\nLike hot butter on (popcorn mama)\n\n(Chorus)\n\n(Outro)\nLike hot butter, you can't see this\nCause I'm the realest, on your breakfast toast yo\nC.M., on your breakfast toast\nConstipated Mind, on your breakfast toast (popcorn mama)\nOn your breakfast toast... {*ad libs to fade*}","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Popcorn\n  artist: Kmd\n  album: Black Bastards (Deluxe Edition)\n  duration_ms: 178768\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  POP, POP, POP, POP\n  POP, POP, POP...\n\n  (Zev Love X)\n  Top of the mornin to ya, top of the morn'\n  Niggaz been sleep, now yawn new born\n  To the break of dawn, we be Kausin' Mad Drama\n  Like hot butter on (popcorn mama)\n  I'ma, mindbender, I love tender skins gender\n  Realer than the eagle seal on your legal tender\n  I'm the spender, of every red cent 'til I'm stomped\n  Rock for the Kause, it's no comp cause we deep like a swamp\n  Zev Love a brother I never budges\n  I hold everything from mics to like grudges\n  I won't let a bygone be a bygone\n  Back to play the bitch niggaz like a fly horn\n  I'm controllin all you snakes with, hookin up the cakes\n  With hot butter, the same like your grandmother bake up\n  Butt naked, take it from the Riddler, Batman\n  Who be the oddball, Jake or the Fatman?\n  Pass the gat man, the God fin' to make it go pop\n  A lot like the kid I used to break with\n  Way back when like eighty-four at my last look\n  He's lookin to get his ass whupped, and his cash took\n  That and a old school flavor like a bomber\n  Like hot butter on (popcorn mama)\n\n  (Chorus)\n  Yeah (popcorn mama, popcorn mama, popcorn mama, popcorn mama)\n\n  (Zev Love X)\n  I won't funk fake, so let your toast go\n  Hip-Hop break, for the boast shit\n  Quick to make a cherry, make 'em feel like Mary\n  In hot butter (Sub word to your mother)\n  So big shit, well dig it I rock shit\n  I wig it I cock shit, I drink it, to lick off the wicked\n  Weak ones, deep in the club with sneak guns\n  And boogie with the fly freak unique hons\n  You got the runs, well we be runnin shit on the underrated list\n  I'm never played, and so we're Constipated\n  But so, what? 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I wanna sit in my pajamas like\nHot butter on... popcorn, mama!\n\nPopcorn, mama\nPopcorn, mama\nPopcorn, mama\nPopcorn, mama","syncedLyrics":"[00:10.02] Top of the morning to you, top of the morn\n[00:12.64] Niggas been sleep, now you're a newborn\n[00:15.12] 'Til the break of dawn, we be causing mad drama\n[00:17.51] Like hot butter on... popcorn, mama!\n[00:20.16] I'm a mind bender, I love tender skin gender\n[00:22.96] Realer than the eagle seal on your legal tender\n[00:25.15] I'm the spender, from every red cent 'til I'm stopped\n[00:28.01] Rock with the causes, no cop, 'cause we deep like a swamp\n[00:31.27] Self-a-ba-ba-ba, I never fudges\n[00:33.02] I hold everything from mics to light grudges\n[00:35.70] I won't let a bygone be a bygone\n[00:38.23] Back to play the bitch niggas like a fly horn\n[00:40.52] I'm controlling all you snakes with, cooking up the cakes with\n[00:43.17] Hot butter, the same like your grandmother bake 'em\n[00:45.89] But naked, take it from the riddle of Batman\n[00:48.50] Who be the oddball? Jekyll the fat man\n[00:51.11] Pass the cat, man, the Doc's in America\n[00:53.32] Go pop, but not like the kid I used to break with\n[00:56.22] Way back when, like '84 in my last look\n[00:58.60] He's looking to get his ass whooped and his cash took\n[01:01.39] That and a old school flavor like a bomber like\n[01:03.96] Hot butter on... popcorn, mama!\n[01:07.46] Popcorn, mama\n[01:10.04] Popcorn, mama\n[01:12.51] Popcorn, mama\n[01:15.17] Popcorn, mama\n[01:18.57] \n[01:26.51] I won't funk fake, so let your toes go\n[01:29.22] Hip-hop break, full of bullshit\n[01:31.44] Quick to make a cherry, make her feel like Mary\n[01:34.34] In's hot butter, says well to your mother\n[01:36.91] So big shit, but dig it, I rock shit, I wig it\n[01:39.55] I cock shit, I click it to lick off the wicked weak ones\n[01:43.08] Deep in the club with sneak guns\n[01:44.73] And boogie with the fly freak unique huns\n[01:47.16] You got the runs, but we be running shit on the underratedness\n[01:50.25] Of another place, and so we're constipated\n[01:52.39] But so what? I wanna sit in my pajamas like\n[01:55.22] Hot butter on... popcorn, mama!\n[01:56.56] Popcorn, mama\n[01:57.77] Popcorn, mama\n[02:03.85] Popcorn, mama\n[02:07.13] \n[02:35.17] Popcorn, mama\n[02:58.60] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Popcorn\n  artist: KMD, MF DOOM\n  album: Black Bastards (Deluxe Edition)\n  duration_ms: 179000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Top of the morning to you, top of the morn\n  start_ms: 10020\n  end_ms: 12640\n- text: Niggas been sleep, now you're a newborn\n  start_ms: 12640\n  end_ms: 15120\n- text: '''Til the break of dawn, we be causing mad drama'\n  start_ms: 15120\n  end_ms: 17510\n- text: Like hot butter on... popcorn, mama!\n  start_ms: 17510\n  end_ms: 20160\n- text: I'm a mind bender, I love tender skin gender\n  start_ms: 20160\n  end_ms: 22960\n- text: Realer than the eagle seal on your legal tender\n  start_ms: 22960\n  end_ms: 25150\n- text: I'm the spender, from every red cent 'til I'm stopped\n  start_ms: 25150\n  end_ms: 28010\n- text: Rock with the causes, no cop, 'cause we deep like a swamp\n  start_ms: 28010\n  end_ms: 31270\n- text: Self-a-ba-ba-ba, I never fudges\n  start_ms: 31270\n  end_ms: 33020\n- text: I hold everything from mics to light grudges\n  start_ms: 33020\n  end_ms: 35700\n- text: I won't let a bygone be a bygone\n  start_ms: 35700\n  end_ms: 38230\n- text: Back to play the bitch niggas like a fly horn\n  start_ms: 38230\n  end_ms: 40520\n- text: I'm controlling all you snakes with, cooking up the cakes with\n  start_ms: 40520\n  end_ms: 43170\n- text: Hot butter, the same like your grandmother bake 'em\n  start_ms: 43170\n  end_ms: 45890\n- text: But naked, take it from the riddle of Batman\n  start_ms: 45890\n  end_ms: 48500\n- text: Who be the oddball? 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