[{"id":28902004,"name":"At Your Own Risk","trackName":"At Your Own Risk","artistName":"King T","albumName":"At Your Own Risk","duration":246.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"It's at your own - it's at your own - it's at your own\nIt's at your own - it's at your own - it's at your own\nIt's at your own risk, sucker!\nYo, what's happening? What's happening?\nE-Swift, you cutting the records nice, boy\nDJ Pooh, what's up man? We all chilling\nYo, yo, J-Bo's in the house, we all cold cooling out\nKnow what I'm saying?\nAnd I'ma bust it off like it's for Compton\n\nWell, look who sprung up, coming the fuck up\nI came in the place to let you know what's up\nWith a bunch of truck jewelry\nTwo or three fat gold chains, link plates with my name on 'em\nYeah, I rhyme fly, real fly, hop\nI wear Nikes 'cause I run from the cops\nPops taught me lots, he said, \"Toys are for tots\"\nAt four, bought me a box, when I was six I wore a jock\n'Cause my jimmy was getting kinda big\nAt nine I was a kid, but I took my first swig\nOf that Olde English beer\nSo my peers wouldn't think that I was queer\nYeah, right off I got the title of a gangster\nPranksters run because they know that there ain't a person\nRunning a verse on like this\nHahaha (What's up?)\nThis at your own risk, sucker\n\nHa!\nUh\nThis at your own risk, sucker\nSucker\n\nMan, fuck, people always say\n(You the King of the West)\nBut there's always some pests\nWho try to put you to the test\nEven though they know I'm king, I'm on a higher level\nI even dusted chumps who sold they soul to the devil\nI mean, really, how you think I'm living?\nOn the strength I'm living like it's Thanksgiving\nSo yo, what's up turkey? Trying to jerk me\nYour rhymes don't work, see\nYou can't hurt Tee, the almighty individual\nYou said you knew, but I don't think you really knew\nAbout the K-I-N-G super cool mack daddy\nI drive a Caddy and I'm living fatly\nHad me on stage in a rage\nYelling with sweat, you know that's how I get paid\nMade my mark, but rappers still insist to diss\nBut yo, it's at your own risk, sucker\n\nSucker\nIt's at your own risk\nHa\nAyo, E-Swift, bust a break\n\nVerse three is an order of a ghost to remember\nKing Tee is the champ, smashing all contenders\nFor those who disbelieve to step in my direction\nI'm snapping arms, legs, and even necks and\nSuckers who try to drive me crazy\nYou know the ones who front, trying to amaze me\nTake it as a warning 'cause I'm hoping that you don't diss\nBut get a load of this, it's at your own risk\nSuckers\n\nYo, it's all about me and DJ Pooh and E-Swift\nRocking the house, you know what I'm saying?\nWe got Walkman in the house\nWe got J-Bo in the house\nWe got Vibe Check, Vibe Check, Vibe Check, Vibe Check, Vibe Check\nYou know what I'm saying?\nWe cold chilling, you know?\nI want to send this record out to the piano man\nPiano man, why don't you play something for me?\nAlright, get busy, right here\nCome on, come on, get funky, get funky\nCome on, come on, get funky\nOh, oh yeah, get funky\nAh, ooh shit\nIt's at your own risk, sucker\nYou know what I'm saying?\nYeah, E-Swift, scratch that in\nAh yeah\nAh, you're dogging it, man, you know what I'm saying?\nSee ya!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: At Your Own Risk\n  artist: King T\n  album: At Your Own Risk\n  duration_ms: 246000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  It's at your own - it's at your own - it's at your own\n  It's at your own - it's at your own - it's at your own\n  It's at your own risk, sucker!\n  Yo, what's happening? What's happening?\n  E-Swift, you cutting the records nice, boy\n  DJ Pooh, what's up man? We all chilling\n  Yo, yo, J-Bo's in the house, we all cold cooling out\n  Know what I'm saying?\n  And I'ma bust it off like it's for Compton\n\n  Well, look who sprung up, coming the fuck up\n  I came in the place to let you know what's up\n  With a bunch of truck jewelry\n  Two or three fat gold chains, link plates with my name on 'em\n  Yeah, I rhyme fly, real fly, hop\n  I wear Nikes 'cause I run from the cops\n  Pops taught me lots, he said, \"Toys are for tots\"\n  At four, bought me a box, when I was six I wore a jock\n  'Cause my jimmy was getting kinda big\n  At nine I was a kid, but I took my first swig\n  Of that Olde English beer\n  So my peers wouldn't think that I was queer\n  Yeah, right off I got the title of a gangster\n  Pranksters run because they know that there ain't a person\n  Running a verse on like this\n  Hahaha (What's up?)\n  This at your own risk, sucker\n\n  Ha!\n  Uh\n  This at your own risk, sucker\n  Sucker\n\n  Man, fuck, people always say\n  (You the King of the West)\n  But there's always some pests\n  Who try to put you to the test\n  Even though they know I'm king, I'm on a higher level\n  I even dusted chumps who sold they soul to the devil\n  I mean, really, how you think I'm living?\n  On the strength I'm living like it's Thanksgiving\n  So yo, what's up turkey? Trying to jerk me\n  Your rhymes don't work, see\n  You can't hurt Tee, the almighty individual\n  You said you knew, but I don't think you really knew\n  About the K-I-N-G super cool mack daddy\n  I drive a Caddy and I'm living fatly\n  Had me on stage in a rage\n  Yelling with sweat, you know that's how I get paid\n  Made my mark, but rappers still insist to diss\n  But yo, it's at your own risk, sucker\n\n  Sucker\n  It's at your own risk\n  Ha\n  Ayo, E-Swift, bust a break\n\n  Verse three is an order of a ghost to remember\n  King Tee is the champ, smashing all contenders\n  For those who disbelieve to step in my direction\n  I'm snapping arms, legs, and even necks and\n  Suckers who try to drive me crazy\n  You know the ones who front, trying to amaze me\n  Take it as a warning 'cause I'm hoping that you don't diss\n  But get a load of this, it's at your own risk\n  Suckers\n\n  Yo, it's all about me and DJ Pooh and E-Swift\n  Rocking the house, you know what I'm saying?\n  We got Walkman in the house\n  We got J-Bo in the house\n  We got Vibe Check, Vibe Check, Vibe Check, Vibe Check, Vibe Check\n  You know what I'm saying?\n  We cold chilling, you know?\n  I want to send this record out to the piano man\n  Piano man, why don't you play something for me?\n  Alright, get busy, right here\n  Come on, come on, get funky, get funky\n  Come on, come on, get funky\n  Oh, oh yeah, get funky\n  Ah, ooh shit\n  It's at your own risk, sucker\n  You know what I'm saying?\n  Yeah, E-Swift, scratch that in\n  Ah yeah\n  Ah, you're dogging it, man, you know what I'm saying?\n  See ya!\n"},{"id":24626220,"name":"Skanless","trackName":"Skanless","artistName":"King T","albumName":"At Your Own Risk","duration":260.444,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yo, E-Swift\nY'all still out there actin' a fool, man\nWell, we gon' bust it off like this, you know what I'm sayin'?\nYo\n\nWoke up this mornin' at a half past ten\nNext to me was a stunt named Lynn\nShe's cute, long hair, light skin\nAnd she's married to my homeboy Ken, hey\nIt's alright, she says Ken don't know\nYeah, Ken don't know you're a ho\nBut oh, you're wonderin' how could I sleep with Lynn\nWhen she's married to my homeboy Ken\nWell, it's plain and simple and true\nThe girl asked me if I wanted to screw, bust it\nI took her up to a nice hotel\nThe Snooty Fox, where I dwell\nBefore we got there I had to make a stop, though\nAlmost forgot the you-know-what in Super Socko, yo\nShe said, \"You really gonna bust out your homeboy's wife?\"\nI said, \"Baby, let me tell you about my life\"\n\nI'm scandalous\nIf you wanna spend your big girl livin'\nScandalous\nYeah, mama, I'm scandalous\nIf you wanna spend your big girl livin'\nScandalous\n\nWell, Lynn got up, got dressed and left\nStill felt scandalous, so I called Beth\nI know you're thinkin' he's from one woman to another\nBut Beth was my homeboy Ken's mother\nI said, \"Hey, girl, this is T-Money\"\nShe said, \"What's up? I've been waitin' on your call, honey\"\nI said, \"Really? Well, Beth, check this\nI'ma pick you up around a quarter to six\nSo wear somethin' sexy and cute\n'Cause I'm about to crash the boot\"\nShe said, \"You need to, because pops can't hang no more\"\nTen minutes later I was knockin' at the door\nShe opened up, I said, \"What's up?\"\nShe said, \"My husband's inside\", I said, \"What the hold up?\nJust wait, I'ma go away and let you handle this\nLeave the key under the mat, 'cause I'm scandalous\"\n\nIf you wanna spend your big girl livin'\nScandalous\nOh, baby, I'm scandalous\nIf you wanna spend your big girl livin'\nScandalous\n\nYo, it's a girl named Vick (Yo, what?)\nShe kinda knows my rep, so I had to get slick, see\nI had to turn like super scandalous on her\nBut yo, you know I love you, baby\nYou know, that Compton drama\nShe said we can't make love 'cause I'ma like that\nI have to get to know you, all that yakety-yak crap\nI said, \"Baby, I feel my heart crackin' up\nI really thought you'd like me, so I bought you this\nLuxurious solid gold bracelet\nGo 'head, put it on, let me see if it fits\"\nShe says, \"Oh, I guess you're serious\"\nI mean, what can I say? I mean, you drive me delirious\nIf we make love, I'll buy you anything you want\nDookie gold, rose silk suits to flaunt\nI knocked boots, she made me feel like a mack\nSo like a pimp, I jacked the ho and stole all my shit back\n\n'Cause I'm scandalous\nIf you wanna spend your big girl livin'\nScandalous\nOh, mama, I'm scandalous\nIf you wanna spend your big girl livin'\nScandalous\nE-Swift, break it down\n\nIf you wanna spend your big girl livin'\nIf you wanna spend your big girl livin'","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Skanless\n  artist: King T\n  album: At Your Own Risk\n  duration_ms: 260444\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yo, E-Swift\n  Y'all still out there actin' a fool, man\n  Well, we gon' bust it off like this, you know what I'm sayin'?\n  Yo\n\n  Woke up this mornin' at a half past ten\n  Next to me was a stunt named Lynn\n  She's cute, long hair, light skin\n  And she's married to my homeboy Ken, hey\n  It's alright, she says Ken don't know\n  Yeah, Ken don't know you're a ho\n  But oh, you're wonderin' how could I sleep with Lynn\n  When she's married to my homeboy Ken\n  Well, it's plain and simple and true\n  The girl asked me if I wanted to screw, bust it\n  I took her up to a nice hotel\n  The Snooty Fox, where I dwell\n  Before we got there I had to make a stop, though\n  Almost forgot the you-know-what in Super Socko, yo\n  She said, \"You really gonna bust out your homeboy's wife?\"\n  I said, \"Baby, let me tell you about my life\"\n\n  I'm scandalous\n  If you wanna spend your big girl livin'\n  Scandalous\n  Yeah, mama, I'm scandalous\n  If you wanna spend your big girl livin'\n  Scandalous\n\n  Well, Lynn got up, got dressed and left\n  Still felt scandalous, so I called Beth\n  I know you're thinkin' he's from one woman to another\n  But Beth was my homeboy Ken's mother\n  I said, \"Hey, girl, this is T-Money\"\n  She said, \"What's up? I've been waitin' on your call, honey\"\n  I said, \"Really? Well, Beth, check this\n  I'ma pick you up around a quarter to six\n  So wear somethin' sexy and cute\n  'Cause I'm about to crash the boot\"\n  She said, \"You need to, because pops can't hang no more\"\n  Ten minutes later I was knockin' at the door\n  She opened up, I said, \"What's up?\"\n  She said, \"My husband's inside\", I said, \"What the hold up?\n  Just wait, I'ma go away and let you handle this\n  Leave the key under the mat, 'cause I'm scandalous\"\n\n  If you wanna spend your big girl livin'\n  Scandalous\n  Oh, baby, I'm scandalous\n  If you wanna spend your big girl livin'\n  Scandalous\n\n  Yo, it's a girl named Vick (Yo, what?)\n  She kinda knows my rep, so I had to get slick, see\n  I had to turn like super scandalous on her\n  But yo, you know I love you, baby\n  You know, that Compton drama\n  She said we can't make love 'cause I'ma like that\n  I have to get to know you, all that yakety-yak crap\n  I said, \"Baby, I feel my heart crackin' up\n  I really thought you'd like me, so I bought you this\n  Luxurious solid gold bracelet\n  Go 'head, put it on, let me see if it fits\"\n  She says, \"Oh, I guess you're serious\"\n  I mean, what can I say? I mean, you drive me delirious\n  If we make love, I'll buy you anything you want\n  Dookie gold, rose silk suits to flaunt\n  I knocked boots, she made me feel like a mack\n  So like a pimp, I jacked the ho and stole all my shit back\n\n  'Cause I'm scandalous\n  If you wanna spend your big girl livin'\n  Scandalous\n  Oh, mama, I'm scandalous\n  If you wanna spend your big girl livin'\n  Scandalous\n  E-Swift, break it down\n\n  If you wanna spend your big girl livin'\n  If you wanna spend your big girl livin'\n"},{"id":34045826,"name":"Take You Home","trackName":"Take You Home","artistName":"King T","albumName":"At Your Own Risk","duration":257.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Ahh, aww man\nSuckers bite my stuff, man\nCan't get no sleep, man\nYo, what's up, DJ Pooh?\nNice to see you back, man\nFor 1990, right, we finna do it up\nBut I want you to do somethin' for me, Pooh\nYou could do me a favor right quick?\nWhy don't you pump up the beat a little bit?\nRight here, come on, Pooh, right here\nYeah, suckers, suckers\n1990, Y'all, King Tee back on the map\nWe gon' tear it up like this\nI wanna dedicate this song to all the L.A. rappers out here\nCheck it out\n\nWell, I go one for the treble, two for my bass\nThree, four, five just to stay on pace\nNow that I got your attention, you'll be happy to know\nThat they call me Tee the King, but King Tee's how it go, so\nSuckers, get your shit and get packed\nCatch the next boat out, Supreme Teela is back\nAnd I'm funky once again, so run and tell a friend\nThey said I wouldn't last, but I'll be here until it ends, yo\nI'm the king at bein' cool, but get a load of this\nThey wanna label me \"Best L.A. Soloist\"\nI couldn't be like that, but then again, I could\n'Cause half of you MC's are no good\nAnyway, hey, I got somethin' to say\nDirected to every MC in L.A\nYou run up on the king? Hah, how dumb\nYou knew from the beginning, you should've brung a gun, son\n'Cause I'll be shootin' the gift like it's a gift\nTake the punks, light 'em up just like a spliff\nThen everything's cool and copacetic\nI wrote the book on bein' cool, oh, you read it?\nHow'd you like the part where I tell you how to walk?\nThe kind of clothes to wear that you should slang in your talk\nNo need to look around, 'cause there ain't no clone\nKing Tee came to take you home, come on\n\n\"You can make it\"\n\"Don't turn away, I think you should listen\"\n\"You can make it\"\n\"Don't turn away, I think you should listen close\"\nI came to take you home\n\"You can make it\"\n\"Don't turn away, I think you should listen\"\n\"You can make it\"\n\"Don't turn away, I think you should listen\"\n\nNow this tune right here allows you to get funky\nLiterally, you can do what you want, see\nI'm more like the pilot or the driver of the scene\nI'm somethin' that you usually dream, yeah\nI'm manufacturing the slickest metaphor\nLyrics you're not ready for, hear it, I keep a steady score\nOf suckers and motherfuckers who like to suffer\nI wear big ropes and clusters\nAnd I execute, never wore sexy suits\nI wear khakis with a t-shirt and hiking boots\nA rare fashion with the gangsta touch\nBecause Ballys don't mix and turtlenecks suck, but hey\nI be crashin', throwin' an accent\nMaxin' while I'm waxin' the boots with passion\nHappen to be one of my favorite attractions\nThe name is King Tee, but the T's for taxin'\nPhony MCs, them sucker punks wanna riff\nJust because I wanna give the party a lift, you know\nBuild your spirit, expand your horizons\nThis particular production is mines and\nE-Swift, the DJ E-Swift to be exact\nHolds the hypnotizin' scratch, make the others look wack\nSo look all you want, 'cause there ain't no clone\nKing Tee came to take you home, come on\n\n\"You can make it\"\n\"Don't turn away, I think you should listen\"\n\"You can make it\"\n\"Don't turn away, I think you should listen\"\n\"You can make it\"\n\"Don't turn away, I think you should listen close\"\n\"You can make it\"\n\"Don't turn away, I think you should listen\"\n\n\"I think you should listen\"\n\"I, I, I, I think you should listen\"\n\"I, I, I, I think you should listen\"\n\"I think you should listen\"\n\"I think you should listen close\"\n\"Don't turn away, I think you should listen close\"\n\"Don't turn away\"","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Take You Home\n  artist: King T\n  album: At Your Own Risk\n  duration_ms: 257000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Ahh, aww man\n  Suckers bite my stuff, man\n  Can't get no sleep, man\n  Yo, what's up, DJ Pooh?\n  Nice to see you back, man\n  For 1990, right, we finna do it up\n  But I want you to do somethin' for me, Pooh\n  You could do me a favor right quick?\n  Why don't you pump up the beat a little bit?\n  Right here, come on, Pooh, right here\n  Yeah, suckers, suckers\n  1990, Y'all, King Tee back on the map\n  We gon' tear it up like this\n  I wanna dedicate this song to all the L.A. rappers out here\n  Check it out\n\n  Well, I go one for the treble, two for my bass\n  Three, four, five just to stay on pace\n  Now that I got your attention, you'll be happy to know\n  That they call me Tee the King, but King Tee's how it go, so\n  Suckers, get your shit and get packed\n  Catch the next boat out, Supreme Teela is back\n  And I'm funky once again, so run and tell a friend\n  They said I wouldn't last, but I'll be here until it ends, yo\n  I'm the king at bein' cool, but get a load of this\n  They wanna label me \"Best L.A. Soloist\"\n  I couldn't be like that, but then again, I could\n  'Cause half of you MC's are no good\n  Anyway, hey, I got somethin' to say\n  Directed to every MC in L.A\n  You run up on the king? Hah, how dumb\n  You knew from the beginning, you should've brung a gun, son\n  'Cause I'll be shootin' the gift like it's a gift\n  Take the punks, light 'em up just like a spliff\n  Then everything's cool and copacetic\n  I wrote the book on bein' cool, oh, you read it?\n  How'd you like the part where I tell you how to walk?\n  The kind of clothes to wear that you should slang in your talk\n  No need to look around, 'cause there ain't no clone\n  King Tee came to take you home, come on\n\n  \"You can make it\"\n  \"Don't turn away, I think you should listen\"\n  \"You can make it\"\n  \"Don't turn away, I think you should listen close\"\n  I came to take you home\n  \"You can make it\"\n  \"Don't turn away, I think you should listen\"\n  \"You can make it\"\n  \"Don't turn away, I think you should listen\"\n\n  Now this tune right here allows you to get funky\n  Literally, you can do what you want, see\n  I'm more like the pilot or the driver of the scene\n  I'm somethin' that you usually dream, yeah\n  I'm manufacturing the slickest metaphor\n  Lyrics you're not ready for, hear it, I keep a steady score\n  Of suckers and motherfuckers who like to suffer\n  I wear big ropes and clusters\n  And I execute, never wore sexy suits\n  I wear khakis with a t-shirt and hiking boots\n  A rare fashion with the gangsta touch\n  Because Ballys don't mix and turtlenecks suck, but hey\n  I be crashin', throwin' an accent\n  Maxin' while I'm waxin' the boots with passion\n  Happen to be one of my favorite attractions\n  The name is King Tee, but the T's for taxin'\n  Phony MCs, them sucker punks wanna riff\n  Just because I wanna give the party a lift, you know\n  Build your spirit, expand your horizons\n  This particular production is mines and\n  E-Swift, the DJ E-Swift to be exact\n  Holds the hypnotizin' scratch, make the others look wack\n  So look all you want, 'cause there ain't no clone\n  King Tee came to take you home, come on\n\n  \"You can make it\"\n  \"Don't turn away, I think you should listen\"\n  \"You can make it\"\n  \"Don't turn away, I think you should listen\"\n  \"You can make it\"\n  \"Don't turn away, I think you should listen close\"\n  \"You can make it\"\n  \"Don't turn away, I think you should listen\"\n\n  \"I think you should listen\"\n  \"I, I, I, I think you should listen\"\n  \"I, I, I, I think you should listen\"\n  \"I think you should listen\"\n  \"I think you should listen close\"\n  \"Don't turn away, I think you should listen close\"\n  \"Don't turn away\"\n"},{"id":29023232,"name":"Ruff Rhyme (Back Again)","trackName":"Ruff Rhyme (Back Again)","artistName":"King T","albumName":"At Your Own Risk","duration":212.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yo Pooh, man, what you building there, man?\n\"Ah, one of those Hypso-Change-o-Calypso-Beat-a-Matics\"\n\nAnother package from the Slick Royal Highness\nPay attention so you won't have to rewind this\nPut yourself together for another funky clip\nI bring a lot of magic, but this ain't no trick, it's\nPure skill I possess in my possession\nA crazy rhythm and my funky horn section\nAnd Pooh hyped up this funky old track\nSo I thought about it, I'm coming\n\nNow let me talk here to the best of my ability\nAbout the kid that's rocking this facility\nI bring to you peace and tranquility\nDon't try to front, 'cause I know you feel it, see\nMy beats are masculine, I think that there hasn't been\nA better groove to keep alive dancing men\nI feel thankful to feel there ain't no\nSucker trying to gank my spot, least I think so\nBut I don't sweat 'cause I can stand on my two feet\nHold the mic and just curse the beat\nI don't complain about the crowd I attract\nRoll out the red carpet, I'm coming\n\nWell this might seem odd\nYou ask who taught me, well it must have been God\n'Cause ain't none of y'all cool like me\nThe impresario, majestic T\nSome rappers are scared of me\nThey say when they dare they be threatened\nWell keep on steppin' or be prepared to be jacked, Jack\n'Cause your rhymes don't match\nYou got bold when I left, now I'm back\nTo stomp you, 'cause you stomped wrong so I'ma stomp on\nFool, you forgot I'm from Compton\nThis is just a taste of my album, really nothing\nJust to show you I'm back, I'm coming","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Ruff Rhyme (Back Again)\n  artist: King T\n  album: At Your Own Risk\n  duration_ms: 212000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yo Pooh, man, what you building there, man?\n  \"Ah, one of those Hypso-Change-o-Calypso-Beat-a-Matics\"\n\n  Another package from the Slick Royal Highness\n  Pay attention so you won't have to rewind this\n  Put yourself together for another funky clip\n  I bring a lot of magic, but this ain't no trick, it's\n  Pure skill I possess in my possession\n  A crazy rhythm and my funky horn section\n  And Pooh hyped up this funky old track\n  So I thought about it, I'm coming\n\n  Now let me talk here to the best of my ability\n  About the kid that's rocking this facility\n  I bring to you peace and tranquility\n  Don't try to front, 'cause I know you feel it, see\n  My beats are masculine, I think that there hasn't been\n  A better groove to keep alive dancing men\n  I feel thankful to feel there ain't no\n  Sucker trying to gank my spot, least I think so\n  But I don't sweat 'cause I can stand on my two feet\n  Hold the mic and just curse the beat\n  I don't complain about the crowd I attract\n  Roll out the red carpet, I'm coming\n\n  Well this might seem odd\n  You ask who taught me, well it must have been God\n  'Cause ain't none of y'all cool like me\n  The impresario, majestic T\n  Some rappers are scared of me\n  They say when they dare they be threatened\n  Well keep on steppin' or be prepared to be jacked, Jack\n  'Cause your rhymes don't match\n  You got bold when I left, now I'm back\n  To stomp you, 'cause you stomped wrong so I'ma stomp on\n  Fool, you forgot I'm from Compton\n  This is just a taste of my album, really nothing\n  Just to show you I'm back, I'm coming\n"},{"id":28353595,"name":"Jay Fay Dray","trackName":"Jay Fay Dray","artistName":"King T","albumName":"At Your Own Risk","duration":66.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Ah-heh-heh-heh-heh, yeah\nIt was a real cool day\nYou know, all the pimps came out to play\nKing Tee was the spokesman and guess what he had to say?\n\nYo, my name is King Tee and I like to say \"Hey!\"\nLove catchin' stunts 'cause the King ain't gay\nRock the mic like Al B. Sure!, you know, night and day\nFor you sucker chump rappers, step off, make way, hey\nI once knew a girl by the name of Faye\nHer titties was bigger than the Frisco Bay\nOne night I got her drunk with a little Tanqueray\nThen I asked her for some head and Faye said \"Okay!\"\nI knew a brother, big dope dealin' J\nHe liked to sell crack to the basehead, Dre\nOne day Dre got amped and jacked J for his pay\nSo J came and found Dre and shot him dead with an AK\nAnd I say, with my rhymes I slay\nI serve sucker MCs on a silver tray\nIf you got a backache, use a little Ben-Gay\nAnd if your underarm stinks, use deodorant spray\n\nBaby, yeah, it's like that, it's like that, y'all\nIt's like this, y'all\nI don't rap long, still make a hit, y'all","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Jay Fay Dray\n  artist: King T\n  album: At Your Own Risk\n  duration_ms: 66000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Ah-heh-heh-heh-heh, yeah\n  It was a real cool day\n  You know, all the pimps came out to play\n  King Tee was the spokesman and guess what he had to say?\n\n  Yo, my name is King Tee and I like to say \"Hey!\"\n  Love catchin' stunts 'cause the King ain't gay\n  Rock the mic like Al B. Sure!, you know, night and day\n  For you sucker chump rappers, step off, make way, hey\n  I once knew a girl by the name of Faye\n  Her titties was bigger than the Frisco Bay\n  One night I got her drunk with a little Tanqueray\n  Then I asked her for some head and Faye said \"Okay!\"\n  I knew a brother, big dope dealin' J\n  He liked to sell crack to the basehead, Dre\n  One day Dre got amped and jacked J for his pay\n  So J came and found Dre and shot him dead with an AK\n  And I say, with my rhymes I slay\n  I serve sucker MCs on a silver tray\n  If you got a backache, use a little Ben-Gay\n  And if your underarm stinks, use deodorant spray\n\n  Baby, yeah, it's like that, it's like that, y'all\n  It's like this, y'all\n  I don't rap long, still make a hit, y'all\n"},{"id":28769009,"name":"Time to Get Out","trackName":"Time to Get Out","artistName":"King T","albumName":"At Your Own Risk","duration":209.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(All together now)\nI want everybody to get up out their seat\n(All together now)\nI want everybody to get up out their seat\n\nAlright, check this out, yo\nNow this is for the gangstas, now trip\nA message to the Bloods and the Crips\nIt's time to get out because a lot of things changed\nThe way it used to be, well today it ain't the same\nYou got the Blood gang shootin' up churches and shit\nL.A. and Compton don't mix, so it's Crips fightin' Crips\nBack in the days it was whites against coloreds\nNow you got brothers just killin' each other\nAnd drive-by shootin's like a sport for you now\nBut when you shoot for your victim, with him you hit a child\nI gotta ask you, how do you feel after that?\nYou brothers blow wind in your gat\nLike you was John Wayne or Clint Eastwood\nYou shot another black for your hood\nGet caught, you wanna cry like an ass\nI kinda giggle when the white man laughs\nNot too long ago you had to fight for your territory\nToe-to-toe and a gun was a different story\nI guess you can't squabble no more\nYour fist is a.44\nBut on the real, hops, I'm on the same boat\nBut the man got us all by the throat\nAnd since I got the power to deliver this to you\nI'ma tell you like it is, I won't fool you\nI want you to\n\nStop fighting and come together as one\nUnity is what we need to get your job done\n\nNow y'all drunk, cold wildin'\nKill another brother, on your neck is a medallion\nThat resembles the shape of the motherland\nBut let me tell you where my colors stand\nBlack is you, black is me\nAnd black is creativity\nBlack is present and black is past\nAnd black is of a higher class\nBlack is kings and black is queens\nBlack is what the sunset brings\nBlack is rap and black is soul\nBlack is even rock and roll, check it\nBlack is locks, black is braids\nBlack is men with high top fades\nBlack is love, black is divine\nBlack is first of all mankind, so\n\nStop fighting and come together as one\nUnity is what we need to get your job done\nStop fighting and come together as one\nUnity is what we need to get your job done\n\nCome together, brother\nGotta have unity, you know what I'm sayin'?\nYeah, on the strength\nWord to the mother\nTo the motherland, you know what I'm sayin'?\nWe don't need to play\nAll we need is a chance\nGo ahead, get out\nWe don't need to play\nWhat we need is a chance\nPeace","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Time to Get Out\n  artist: King T\n  album: At Your Own Risk\n  duration_ms: 209000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (All together now)\n  I want everybody to get up out their seat\n  (All together now)\n  I want everybody to get up out their seat\n\n  Alright, check this out, yo\n  Now this is for the gangstas, now trip\n  A message to the Bloods and the Crips\n  It's time to get out because a lot of things changed\n  The way it used to be, well today it ain't the same\n  You got the Blood gang shootin' up churches and shit\n  L.A. and Compton don't mix, so it's Crips fightin' Crips\n  Back in the days it was whites against coloreds\n  Now you got brothers just killin' each other\n  And drive-by shootin's like a sport for you now\n  But when you shoot for your victim, with him you hit a child\n  I gotta ask you, how do you feel after that?\n  You brothers blow wind in your gat\n  Like you was John Wayne or Clint Eastwood\n  You shot another black for your hood\n  Get caught, you wanna cry like an ass\n  I kinda giggle when the white man laughs\n  Not too long ago you had to fight for your territory\n  Toe-to-toe and a gun was a different story\n  I guess you can't squabble no more\n  Your fist is a.44\n  But on the real, hops, I'm on the same boat\n  But the man got us all by the throat\n  And since I got the power to deliver this to you\n  I'ma tell you like it is, I won't fool you\n  I want you to\n\n  Stop fighting and come together as one\n  Unity is what we need to get your job done\n\n  Now y'all drunk, cold wildin'\n  Kill another brother, on your neck is a medallion\n  That resembles the shape of the motherland\n  But let me tell you where my colors stand\n  Black is you, black is me\n  And black is creativity\n  Black is present and black is past\n  And black is of a higher class\n  Black is kings and black is queens\n  Black is what the sunset brings\n  Black is rap and black is soul\n  Black is even rock and roll, check it\n  Black is locks, black is braids\n  Black is men with high top fades\n  Black is love, black is divine\n  Black is first of all mankind, so\n\n  Stop fighting and come together as one\n  Unity is what we need to get your job done\n  Stop fighting and come together as one\n  Unity is what we need to get your job done\n\n  Come together, brother\n  Gotta have unity, you know what I'm sayin'?\n  Yeah, on the strength\n  Word to the mother\n  To the motherland, you know what I'm sayin'?\n  We don't need to play\n  All we need is a chance\n  Go ahead, get out\n  We don't need to play\n  What we need is a chance\n  Peace\n"},{"id":25445445,"name":"On the Dance Tip","trackName":"On the Dance Tip","artistName":"King T","albumName":"At Your Own Risk","duration":247.69625,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Ha hah!\nWhat's happenin?\nWhat's goin on, man?\nChillin\nFinna do somethin a little different\nYou know what I'm sayin?\nGot my man E-Swift in the house\nE-Swift, you wanna dance?\nAight, come on, let's dance, man\nBust it\nGoin out on a rhythm and blues tip\nWith my man Rashad and Bronick\nWe got Bob in the house\nYeahhhhh\nAnd I'ma bust it off like this\nOn the first verse\nCheck this out, bust it\n\nNow dancers, here's another hit for your collection\nTake a deep breath, let's start sketchin\nMoves for the dancers to get into\nI'ma wait on you\nNow here's your menu\nJust order what you want, cause you know\nI can rock it slow or a swing tempo\nSo swing to it, it ain't nothin but a good feelin\nAnd if you're willin, I'ma tell you the deal then\nI got to see you movin\n\nAll the gangsters, baby\n(Yo, that's how we doin it in 1990, you know what I'm sayin?)\n(Yo, I got to see you movin)\nAll the gangsters, baby\n(Yeahh)\n\nHold up, hold up\nWhat I wanna do right here is talk to all the dancers\nThat call theyself dancers but they really can't dance\nI'm finna teach you how to do it, aight?\nCheck this out\nNow all you gotta do is get loose\nYeah, show you got juice\nIf punks wanna jump, run em up and I'll shoot\nSlick, slick poetry for those who got couth\nAnd you'll dance, even if you can't dance\nEnhance the rhythm at a glance\nUp against your body as the music just swings\nKnockin out the suckers, now who's left? (T!)\nT, yeah that's me, see\nThe cool gangster, the gangster, that's me\nSo just skip while I make fat grip\nDon't worry bout a thing, I'm on the dancin tip\nAnd I got to see you movin\n\nAll the gangsters, baby\n(Yeah, like that, yeah, y'all doin it right, check this out)\n(E-Swift, I got to see them movin)\nAll the gangsters, baby\n(Aight, yeah, where?)\nAll the gangsters, baby\n\nNow keep on movin, better yet keep steppin\nYou know, from the right to the left and\nDance all night til your kneecaps break\nYou can do the Biz Markie, even the Heavy D shake\nIf you like to boogie from sun to the moon\nWell cut the rug to my rhythm and blues tune\nJust remember, if the phonograph skip\nDon't worry bout a thing, we're on the dancin tip\nAnd I got to see you movin\n\nAll the gangsters, baby\n(Yeah, yeah, come on, come on, come on)\n(E-Swift, we got to see you movin)\nAll the gangsters, baby\n(Yeahhh, peace, I'm outta here)\n\nAll the gangsters, baby\nAll the gangsters, baby\nAll the\nAll the\nAll the\nAll the\nHave some fun\nAll the gangsters, baby","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: On the Dance Tip\n  artist: King T\n  album: At Your Own Risk\n  duration_ms: 247696\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Ha hah!\n  What's happenin?\n  What's goin on, man?\n  Chillin\n  Finna do somethin a little different\n  You know what I'm sayin?\n  Got my man E-Swift in the house\n  E-Swift, you wanna dance?\n  Aight, come on, let's dance, man\n  Bust it\n  Goin out on a rhythm and blues tip\n  With my man Rashad and Bronick\n  We got Bob in the house\n  Yeahhhhh\n  And I'ma bust it off like this\n  On the first verse\n  Check this out, bust it\n\n  Now dancers, here's another hit for your collection\n  Take a deep breath, let's start sketchin\n  Moves for the dancers to get into\n  I'ma wait on you\n  Now here's your menu\n  Just order what you want, cause you know\n  I can rock it slow or a swing tempo\n  So swing to it, it ain't nothin but a good feelin\n  And if you're willin, I'ma tell you the deal then\n  I got to see you movin\n\n  All the gangsters, baby\n  (Yo, that's how we doin it in 1990, you know what I'm sayin?)\n  (Yo, I got to see you movin)\n  All the gangsters, baby\n  (Yeahh)\n\n  Hold up, hold up\n  What I wanna do right here is talk to all the dancers\n  That call theyself dancers but they really can't dance\n  I'm finna teach you how to do it, aight?\n  Check this out\n  Now all you gotta do is get loose\n  Yeah, show you got juice\n  If punks wanna jump, run em up and I'll shoot\n  Slick, slick poetry for those who got couth\n  And you'll dance, even if you can't dance\n  Enhance the rhythm at a glance\n  Up against your body as the music just swings\n  Knockin out the suckers, now who's left? (T!)\n  T, yeah that's me, see\n  The cool gangster, the gangster, that's me\n  So just skip while I make fat grip\n  Don't worry bout a thing, I'm on the dancin tip\n  And I got to see you movin\n\n  All the gangsters, baby\n  (Yeah, like that, yeah, y'all doin it right, check this out)\n  (E-Swift, I got to see them movin)\n  All the gangsters, baby\n  (Aight, yeah, where?)\n  All the gangsters, baby\n\n  Now keep on movin, better yet keep steppin\n  You know, from the right to the left and\n  Dance all night til your kneecaps break\n  You can do the Biz Markie, even the Heavy D shake\n  If you like to boogie from sun to the moon\n  Well cut the rug to my rhythm and blues tune\n  Just remember, if the phonograph skip\n  Don't worry bout a thing, we're on the dancin tip\n  And I got to see you movin\n\n  All the gangsters, baby\n  (Yeah, yeah, come on, come on, come on)\n  (E-Swift, we got to see you movin)\n  All the gangsters, baby\n  (Yeahhh, peace, I'm outta here)\n\n  All the gangsters, baby\n  All the gangsters, baby\n  All the\n  All the\n  All the\n  All the\n  Have some fun\n  All the gangsters, baby\n"},{"id":25633023,"name":"Take You Home","trackName":"Take You Home","artistName":"King T","albumName":"At Your Own Risk","duration":260.4,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Ahh, aww man\nSuckers bite my stuff, man\nCan't get no sleep, man\nYo, what's up, DJ Pooh?\nNice to see you back, man\nFor 1990, right, we finna do it up\nBut I want you to do somethin' for me, Pooh\nYou could do me a favor right quick?\nWhy don't you pump up the beat a little bit?\nRight here, come on, Pooh, right here\nYeah, suckers, suckers\n1990, Y'all, King Tee back on the map\nWe gon' tear it up like this\nI wanna dedicate this song to all the L.A. rappers out here\nCheck it out\n\nWell, I go one for the treble, two for my bass\nThree, four, five just to stay on pace\nNow that I got your attention, you'll be happy to know\nThat they call me Tee the King, but King Tee's how it go, so\nSuckers, get your shit and get packed\nCatch the next boat out, Supreme Teela is back\nAnd I'm funky once again, so run and tell a friend\nThey said I wouldn't last, but I'll be here until it ends, yo\nI'm the king at bein' cool, but get a load of this\nThey wanna label me \"Best L.A. Soloist\"\nI couldn't be like that, but then again, I could\n'Cause half of you MC's are no good\nAnyway, hey, I got somethin' to say\nDirected to every MC in L.A\nYou run up on the king? Hah, how dumb\nYou knew from the beginning, you should've brung a gun, son\n'Cause I'll be shootin' the gift like it's a gift\nTake the punks, light 'em up just like a spliff\nThen everything's cool and copacetic\nI wrote the book on bein' cool, oh, you read it?\nHow'd you like the part where I tell you how to walk?\nThe kind of clothes to wear that you should slang in your talk\nNo need to look around, 'cause there ain't no clone\nKing Tee came to take you home, come on\n\n\"You can make it\"\n\"Don't turn away, I think you should listen\"\n\"You can make it\"\n\"Don't turn away, I think you should listen close\"\nI came to take you home\n\"You can make it\"\n\"Don't turn away, I think you should listen\"\n\"You can make it\"\n\"Don't turn away, I think you should listen\"\n\nNow this tune right here allows you to get funky\nLiterally, you can do what you want, see\nI'm more like the pilot or the driver of the scene\nI'm somethin' that you usually dream, yeah\nI'm manufacturing the slickest metaphor\nLyrics you're not ready for, hear it, I keep a steady score\nOf suckers and motherfuckers who like to suffer\nI wear big ropes and clusters\nAnd I execute, never wore sexy suits\nI wear khakis with a t-shirt and hiking boots\nA rare fashion with the gangsta touch\nBecause Ballys don't mix and turtlenecks suck, but hey\nI be crashin', throwin' an accent\nMaxin' while I'm waxin' the boots with passion\nHappen to be one of my favorite attractions\nThe name is King Tee, but the T's for taxin'\nPhony MCs, them sucker punks wanna riff\nJust because I wanna give the party a lift, you know\nBuild your spirit, expand your horizons\nThis particular production is mines and\nE-Swift, the DJ E-Swift to be exact\nHolds the hypnotizin' scratch, make the others look wack\nSo look all you want, 'cause there ain't no clone\nKing Tee came to take you home, come on\n\n\"You can make it\"\n\"Don't turn away, I think you should listen\"\n\"You can make it\"\n\"Don't turn away, I think you should listen\"\n\"You can make it\"\n\"Don't turn away, I think you should listen close\"\n\"You can make it\"\n\"Don't turn away, I think you should listen\"\n\n\"I think you should listen\"\n\"I, I, I, I think you should listen\"\n\"I, I, I, I think you should listen\"\n\"I think you should listen\"\n\"I think you should listen close\"\n\"Don't turn away, I think you should listen close\"\n\"Don't turn away\"","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Take You Home\n  artist: King T\n  album: At Your Own Risk\n  duration_ms: 260400\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Ahh, aww man\n  Suckers bite my stuff, man\n  Can't get no sleep, man\n  Yo, what's up, DJ Pooh?\n  Nice to see you back, man\n  For 1990, right, we finna do it up\n  But I want you to do somethin' for me, Pooh\n  You could do me a favor right quick?\n  Why don't you pump up the beat a little bit?\n  Right here, come on, Pooh, right here\n  Yeah, suckers, suckers\n  1990, Y'all, King Tee back on the map\n  We gon' tear it up like this\n  I wanna dedicate this song to all the L.A. rappers out here\n  Check it out\n\n  Well, I go one for the treble, two for my bass\n  Three, four, five just to stay on pace\n  Now that I got your attention, you'll be happy to know\n  That they call me Tee the King, but King Tee's how it go, so\n  Suckers, get your shit and get packed\n  Catch the next boat out, Supreme Teela is back\n  And I'm funky once again, so run and tell a friend\n  They said I wouldn't last, but I'll be here until it ends, yo\n  I'm the king at bein' cool, but get a load of this\n  They wanna label me \"Best L.A. Soloist\"\n  I couldn't be like that, but then again, I could\n  'Cause half of you MC's are no good\n  Anyway, hey, I got somethin' to say\n  Directed to every MC in L.A\n  You run up on the king? Hah, how dumb\n  You knew from the beginning, you should've brung a gun, son\n  'Cause I'll be shootin' the gift like it's a gift\n  Take the punks, light 'em up just like a spliff\n  Then everything's cool and copacetic\n  I wrote the book on bein' cool, oh, you read it?\n  How'd you like the part where I tell you how to walk?\n  The kind of clothes to wear that you should slang in your talk\n  No need to look around, 'cause there ain't no clone\n  King Tee came to take you home, come on\n\n  \"You can make it\"\n  \"Don't turn away, I think you should listen\"\n  \"You can make it\"\n  \"Don't turn away, I think you should listen close\"\n  I came to take you home\n  \"You can make it\"\n  \"Don't turn away, I think you should listen\"\n  \"You can make it\"\n  \"Don't turn away, I think you should listen\"\n\n  Now this tune right here allows you to get funky\n  Literally, you can do what you want, see\n  I'm more like the pilot or the driver of the scene\n  I'm somethin' that you usually dream, yeah\n  I'm manufacturing the slickest metaphor\n  Lyrics you're not ready for, hear it, I keep a steady score\n  Of suckers and motherfuckers who like to suffer\n  I wear big ropes and clusters\n  And I execute, never wore sexy suits\n  I wear khakis with a t-shirt and hiking boots\n  A rare fashion with the gangsta touch\n  Because Ballys don't mix and turtlenecks suck, but hey\n  I be crashin', throwin' an accent\n  Maxin' while I'm waxin' the boots with passion\n  Happen to be one of my favorite attractions\n  The name is King Tee, but the T's for taxin'\n  Phony MCs, them sucker punks wanna riff\n  Just because I wanna give the party a lift, you know\n  Build your spirit, expand your horizons\n  This particular production is mines and\n  E-Swift, the DJ E-Swift to be exact\n  Holds the hypnotizin' scratch, make the others look wack\n  So look all you want, 'cause there ain't no clone\n  King Tee came to take you home, come on\n\n  \"You can make it\"\n  \"Don't turn away, I think you should listen\"\n  \"You can make it\"\n  \"Don't turn away, I think you should listen\"\n  \"You can make it\"\n  \"Don't turn away, I think you should listen close\"\n  \"You can make it\"\n  \"Don't turn away, I think you should listen\"\n\n  \"I think you should listen\"\n  \"I, I, I, I think you should listen\"\n  \"I, I, I, I think you should listen\"\n  \"I think you should listen\"\n  \"I think you should listen close\"\n  \"Don't turn away, I think you should listen close\"\n  \"Don't turn away\"\n"},{"id":25352432,"name":"E Get Swift","trackName":"E Get Swift","artistName":"King T","albumName":"At Your Own Risk","duration":230.612175,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Get Swift\n(Everybody's dancing)\nGet Swift\nQuiet on the set\nDJ Pooh's in the house (Ha-ha)\nBut yo, this is for my DJ\nAlright, check this out\n\nThis is for you little weak DJ's\nThe weak record spinner, the weak DK\nWhoever's in charge of the turntable equipment\nYou haven't heard, just until you heard the one Swift did\nYes, when I rhyme, it keeps the break flowing steadily\nNever off beat, so suckers can't get ahead of me\nYour DJ's had it, we're terminating his membership\nEase back, now come again with some different shit\nYou wanna learn about cutting and stretching and mixing\nHe'll be fixing to show you some good tricks and\nA new style shown to those that's worthy\nLord have mercy, he's number uno, first E\nSwift, we call him Swift because he's swift on the cut and scratch\nNo one can match, you cats can stand back\nFor those who wanna see him, I'll give you a good tip\nHave a seat and watch E get Swift\n\nWatch E\nWatch E\nYeah, watch E get Swift\nHey E\n(Hey, listen to me)\n\nNow what you just saw is probably funky to you\nYou and your crew (What about the girls?) Them too\nWho wants to step up? Some never kept up\nThey wanna flex up, so E-Swift flex up\nShop, hops, so how could you diss E?\nYou need to play like Janet and just miss me\nWith that conversation, that blah-blah-blah-sation\nE bust a rap while I go on vacation\nE-Swift, the double DJ with\nThe knack to make a track that make you dance 'til your back snap\nPooh on the drum, the cuts\nMy K-I-N-G T writes the rhyme\nSo wack DJs who run off at the lip\nThe ones that talk shit while your record skip\nIn a battle (Battle him) You need more practice\nMy cuts are more sharp than the needles on a cactus\n\nYo, that was dope, E-Swift\nCheck this out\nBut you got some dope scratches and cuts\nYo, yo, yo, bust it\n\nTurn it out, turn it out\nTurn it out, turn it out\nTurn it out, turn it out\nTurn it out, DJ, turn it out\nTurn it out, DJ, turn it out\nDJ, turn it out\nListen up, listen up\nListen up, listen up\nListen up, listen up\nE is your master of the scratch\nE is your master, E is your master\nE is your master of the scratch\nE is your master of the scratch\nE is your master of the scratch\nE is your master, E is your master\nE is your master of the scratch","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: E Get Swift\n  artist: King T\n  album: At Your Own Risk\n  duration_ms: 230612\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Get Swift\n  (Everybody's dancing)\n  Get Swift\n  Quiet on the set\n  DJ Pooh's in the house (Ha-ha)\n  But yo, this is for my DJ\n  Alright, check this out\n\n  This is for you little weak DJ's\n  The weak record spinner, the weak DK\n  Whoever's in charge of the turntable equipment\n  You haven't heard, just until you heard the one Swift did\n  Yes, when I rhyme, it keeps the break flowing steadily\n  Never off beat, so suckers can't get ahead of me\n  Your DJ's had it, we're terminating his membership\n  Ease back, now come again with some different shit\n  You wanna learn about cutting and stretching and mixing\n  He'll be fixing to show you some good tricks and\n  A new style shown to those that's worthy\n  Lord have mercy, he's number uno, first E\n  Swift, we call him Swift because he's swift on the cut and scratch\n  No one can match, you cats can stand back\n  For those who wanna see him, I'll give you a good tip\n  Have a seat and watch E get Swift\n\n  Watch E\n  Watch E\n  Yeah, watch E get Swift\n  Hey E\n  (Hey, listen to me)\n\n  Now what you just saw is probably funky to you\n  You and your crew (What about the girls?) Them too\n  Who wants to step up? Some never kept up\n  They wanna flex up, so E-Swift flex up\n  Shop, hops, so how could you diss E?\n  You need to play like Janet and just miss me\n  With that conversation, that blah-blah-blah-sation\n  E bust a rap while I go on vacation\n  E-Swift, the double DJ with\n  The knack to make a track that make you dance 'til your back snap\n  Pooh on the drum, the cuts\n  My K-I-N-G T writes the rhyme\n  So wack DJs who run off at the lip\n  The ones that talk shit while your record skip\n  In a battle (Battle him) You need more practice\n  My cuts are more sharp than the needles on a cactus\n\n  Yo, that was dope, E-Swift\n  Check this out\n  But you got some dope scratches and cuts\n  Yo, yo, yo, bust it\n\n  Turn it out, turn it out\n  Turn it out, turn it out\n  Turn it out, turn it out\n  Turn it out, DJ, turn it out\n  Turn it out, DJ, turn it out\n  DJ, turn it out\n  Listen up, listen up\n  Listen up, listen up\n  Listen up, listen up\n  E is your master of the scratch\n  E is 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[Unverified]\nGold rings and estate, too\n(Hello, is this you?)\nMan, I should diss you\n\nYo, I been waitin' all night long\nAnd you didn't even ring my phone\nI should diss you\n\nSince you tried to play me like booty\nI just feel that it's my duty\nI should diss you\n\nSo don't give me no excuse\nBut before I cut you loose\nI should diss you\n\nAnd there's nothin you can say\nAnd there's nothin you can do\nI'ma diss you, I'ma diss you\nDiss you\n\nYou claimed you would stick like super glue\nBut you're low, down and dirty, so I'm dissin' you\nYeah, I'm dissin' you, I won't be missin' you\nI won't be kissin' you, I hope you're listenin', too\n\n'Cause I realized that I'm real fly\nSo see ya later, bye\n'Cause you only get one chance at this\nYou played me wrong, so I'ma diss you, miss\n\nFor the fact that you thought that I could get done\nThe K I N G Tee ain't the one\nSo miss me with all that stuff you're talkin'\nI know you're sorry, but keep on walkin'\n\nOn about your business, I'm almost finished\nTyin' up loose ends, and\nLet the door hitcha' where the dog should bitcha'\nEven though I should dissed you\n\nI shoulda dissed you","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.19] Hello, I should diss you\n[00:34.85] Excuse me, lady, you're lookin' real nice\n[00:38.04] Where you been, I been lookin' for you all my life\n[00:40.34] So how's about lunch with a winner?\n[00:42.14] Then again it's kinda late, so what's up with dinner?\n[00:44.64] At my place or my place or my place or my place\n[00:49.08] By the fireplace or the candle light\n[00:50.64] About 7 or make that 8 o'clock tonight\n[00:53.21] Make up your mind, let's wine and dine\n[00:55.37] Get with me or back up off my line\n[00:57.52] 'Cause I can't wait for you to call me\n[00:59.22] You're steppin' on your suit the very second you saw me\n[01:01.14] I thought you said that I'm the only one\n[01:03.56] That can send chills up and down your [Unverified]\n[01:05.58] Gold rings and estate, too\n[01:07.59] (Hello, is this you?)\n[01:08.58] Man, I should diss you\n[01:25.12] Yo, I been waitin' all night long\n[01:27.62] And you didn't even ring my phone\n[01:29.68] I should diss you\n[01:33.88] Since you tried to play me like booty\n[01:36.10] I just feel that it's my duty\n[01:38.00] I should diss you\n[01:42.26] So don't give me no excuse\n[01:44.33] But before I cut you loose\n[01:46.26] I should diss you\n[01:50.72] And there's nothin you can say\n[01:52.85] And there's nothin you can do\n[01:54.85] I'ma diss you, I'ma diss you\n[02:15.38] Diss you\n[02:50.07] You claimed you would stick like super glue\n[02:51.96] But you're low, down and dirty, so I'm dissin' you\n[02:53.97] Yeah, I'm dissin' you, I won't be missin' you\n[02:56.16] I won't be kissin' you, I hope you're listenin', too\n[02:58.52] 'Cause I realized that I'm real fly\n[03:00.71] So see ya later, bye\n[03:02.45] 'Cause you only get one chance at this\n[03:04.64] You played me wrong, so I'ma diss you, miss\n[03:06.68] For the fact that you thought that I could get done\n[03:08.95] The K I N G Tee ain't the one\n[03:10.99] So miss me with all that stuff you're talkin'\n[03:13.02] I know you're sorry, but keep on walkin'\n[03:15.38] On about your business, I'm almost finished\n[03:17.83] Tyin' up loose ends, and\n[03:19.48] Let the door hitcha' where the dog should bitcha'\n[03:22.15] Even though I should dissed you\n[03:38.23] I shoulda dissed you\n[03:40.47] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Diss You\n  artist: King T\n  album: At Your Own Risk\n  duration_ms: 256000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Hello, I should diss you\n  start_ms: 1190\n  end_ms: 34850\n- text: Excuse me, lady, you're lookin' real nice\n  start_ms: 34850\n  end_ms: 38040\n- text: Where you been, I been lookin' for you all my life\n  start_ms: 38040\n  end_ms: 40340\n- text: So how's about lunch with a winner?\n  start_ms: 40340\n  end_ms: 42140\n- text: Then again it's kinda late, so what's up with dinner?\n  start_ms: 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What's happening?\nE-Swift, you cutting the records nice, boy\nDJ Pooh, what's up man? We all chilling\nYo, yo, J-Bo's in the house, we all cold cooling out\nKnow what I'm saying?\nAnd I'ma bust it off like it's for Compton\n\nWell, look who sprung up, coming the fuck up\nI came in the place to let you know what's up\nWith a bunch of truck jewelry\nTwo or three fat gold chains, link plates with my name on 'em\nYeah, I rhyme fly, real fly, hop\nI wear Nikes 'cause I run from the cops\nPops taught me lots, he said, \"Toys are for tots\"\nAt four, bought me a box, when I was six I wore a jock\n'Cause my jimmy was getting kinda big\nAt nine I was a kid, but I took my first swig\nOf that Olde English beer\nSo my peers wouldn't think that I was queer\nYeah, right off I got the title of a gangster\nPranksters run because they know that there ain't a person\nRunning a verse on like this\nHahaha (What's up?)\nThis at your own risk, sucker\n\nHa!\nUh\nThis at your own risk, sucker\nSucker\n\nMan, fuck, people always say\n(You the King of the West)\nBut there's always some pests\nWho try to put you to the test\nEven though they know I'm king, I'm on a higher level\nI even dusted chumps who sold they soul to the devil\nI mean, really, how you think I'm living?\nOn the strength I'm living like it's Thanksgiving\nSo yo, what's up turkey? Trying to jerk me\nYour rhymes don't work, see\nYou can't hurt Tee, the almighty individual\nYou said you knew, but I don't think you really knew\nAbout the K-I-N-G super cool mack daddy\nI drive a Caddy and I'm living fatly\nHad me on stage in a rage\nYelling with sweat, you know that's how I get paid\nMade my mark, but rappers still insist to diss\nBut yo, it's at your own risk, sucker\n\nSucker\nIt's at your own risk\nHa\nAyo, E-Swift, bust a break\n\nVerse three is an order of a ghost to remember\nKing Tee is the champ, smashing all contenders\nFor those who disbelieve to step in my direction\nI'm snapping arms, legs, and even necks and\nSuckers who try to drive me crazy\nYou know the ones who front, trying to amaze me\nTake it as a warning 'cause I'm hoping that you don't diss\nBut get a load of this, it's at your own risk\nSuckers\n\nYo, it's all about me and DJ Pooh and E-Swift\nRocking the house, you know what I'm saying?\nWe got Walkman in the house\nWe got J-Bo in the house\nWe got Vibe Check, Vibe Check, Vibe Check, Vibe Check, Vibe Check\nYou know what I'm saying?\nWe cold chilling, you know?\nI want to send this record out to the piano man\nPiano man, why don't you play something for me?\nAlright, get busy, right here\nCome on, come on, get funky, get funky\nCome on, come on, get funky\nOh, oh yeah, get funky\nAh, ooh shit\nIt's at your own risk, sucker\nYou know what I'm saying?\nYeah, E-Swift, scratch that in\nAh yeah\nAh, you're dogging it, man, you know what I'm saying?\nSee ya!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: At Your Own Risk\n  artist: King T\n  album: Ruff Rhymes\n  duration_ms: 247000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  It's at your own - it's at your own - it's at your own\n  It's at your own - it's at your own - it's at your own\n  It's at your own risk, sucker!\n  Yo, what's happening? What's happening?\n  E-Swift, you cutting the records nice, boy\n  DJ Pooh, what's up man? We all chilling\n  Yo, yo, J-Bo's in the house, we all cold cooling out\n  Know what I'm saying?\n  And I'ma bust it off like it's for Compton\n\n  Well, look who sprung up, coming the fuck up\n  I came in the place to let you know what's up\n  With a bunch of truck jewelry\n  Two or three fat gold chains, link plates with my name on 'em\n  Yeah, I rhyme fly, real fly, hop\n  I wear Nikes 'cause I run from the cops\n  Pops taught me lots, he said, \"Toys are for tots\"\n  At four, bought me a box, when I was six I wore a jock\n  'Cause my jimmy was getting kinda big\n  At nine I was a kid, but I took my first swig\n  Of that Olde English beer\n  So my peers wouldn't think that I was queer\n  Yeah, right off I got the title of a gangster\n  Pranksters run because they know that there ain't a person\n  Running a verse on like this\n  Hahaha (What's up?)\n  This at your own risk, sucker\n\n  Ha!\n  Uh\n  This at your own risk, sucker\n  Sucker\n\n  Man, fuck, people always say\n  (You the King of the West)\n  But there's always some pests\n  Who try to put you to the test\n  Even though they know I'm king, I'm on a higher level\n  I even dusted chumps who sold they soul to the devil\n  I mean, really, how you think I'm living?\n  On the strength I'm living like it's Thanksgiving\n  So yo, what's up turkey? Trying to jerk me\n  Your rhymes don't work, see\n  You can't hurt Tee, the almighty individual\n  You said you knew, but I don't think you really knew\n  About the K-I-N-G super cool mack daddy\n  I drive a Caddy and I'm living fatly\n  Had me on stage in a rage\n  Yelling with sweat, you know that's how I get paid\n  Made my mark, but rappers still insist to diss\n  But yo, it's at your own risk, sucker\n\n  Sucker\n  It's at your own risk\n  Ha\n  Ayo, E-Swift, bust a break\n\n  Verse three is an order of a ghost to remember\n  King Tee is the champ, smashing all contenders\n  For those who disbelieve to step in my direction\n  I'm snapping arms, legs, and even necks and\n  Suckers who try to drive me crazy\n  You know the ones who front, trying to amaze me\n  Take it as a warning 'cause I'm hoping that you don't diss\n  But get a load of this, it's at your own risk\n  Suckers\n\n  Yo, it's all about me and DJ Pooh and E-Swift\n  Rocking the house, you know what I'm saying?\n  We got Walkman in the house\n  We got J-Bo in the house\n  We got Vibe Check, Vibe Check, Vibe Check, Vibe Check, Vibe Check\n  You know what I'm saying?\n  We cold chilling, you know?\n  I want to send this record out to the piano man\n  Piano man, why don't you play something for me?\n  Alright, get busy, right here\n  Come on, come on, get funky, get funky\n  Come on, come on, get funky\n  Oh, oh yeah, get funky\n  Ah, ooh shit\n  It's at your own risk, sucker\n  You know what I'm saying?\n  Yeah, E-Swift, scratch that in\n  Ah yeah\n  Ah, you're dogging it, man, you know what I'm saying?\n  See ya!\n"}]