[{"id":2519912,"name":"Kool Is Back","trackName":"Kool Is Back","artistName":"Kool G Rap & DJ Polo","albumName":"Wanted: Dead or Alive","duration":207.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Boy come on get with this, cause you can't diss this\nI'm burnin yo' ass like syphillis\nA fast brother you're just a lover with a sore hand\nI freeze MC's as if Frosty the Snowman\nNo man withstands the pain I bring\nSo face a hellraise of cut, like a laser\nPolo plays a part, inside the arts, I grab charts\nStart to break you apart, so get smart\nYou cry for help, knowin you felt, the rhyme\nMakin the track melt, Polo drops like a black belt\nMC's are grounded, pounded down, astound\nThey rounded up, pounds of sounds, but I drowned them\nSurround to check the tape, and play when rate too great\nRelated too late, I demonstrate fate\nI'm fast and, passin the stage of an assassin\nMassacre, in a mash I start blastin\nFury article, periodicial\nBlowin up all the cools and molecules, here read the articles\nEverytime I build the plan and killed the man\nMC's got smoked without a filter and\nSkunked them up like marijuana\nTerminator of data and your rhymes is Sarah Conner\nYou can't rip out, rap up, slip up, slap up\nCause you're trapped up, to get capped up\nPlay the back of dis here scenery\nYou clowns'll get broke down like machinery\nI bring trouble on the double, bust you like a bubble\nHardrocks get crushed into rubble\nThe gates of hell open wide to scope in\nAnd I'm hopin, you're brought to the Pope and\nThe holy bible when you made your arrival\nNow the name of the game is survival\nThe result isn't real difficult to strategy\nI'm Stayin Alive like John Travolta\nMy rhymes are gettin hotter, I gotta\nRound to allow clowns like a Globetrotter\nSo I'ma give you the hell that you brought me in\nI'm a king with the sting of a scorpion\nI just follow your footprint, trace track and blackout\nYou better shout to get a rap out\nWhat I arrange invented, it's strange demented\nThe range, be changed when I entered\nA stage of furious rage when I had this madness\nBadness, you felt sadness\nRaps are brave and outrageous; all those\nChicken rhymes you written should be put in the Yellow Pages\nI stand tall, play the wall, and watch dem brain stall\nAnd wet yo' ass like rainfall\nI think you need a replacement, you're illin\nCall that buildin boy, you're still in the basement\nA brain cell swells to jam like a pelican\nFresh out of breath, death left you a skeleton\nI'm gonna need your full cooperation\nThis is a matter of life and death operation\nTo ease a man in the siege of surgery\nOf bein done without anesthesia\nGo slow, hell no, I let the beat kick\nAnd I get wicked like the Witches of Eastwick\nI'm not soft, I kill suckers off\nDisarmin it, bombim it, off in a coffin\nYou get struck, and just like a motherfuckin duck\nAnd plucked and shit out of luck and fucked\nDesignated to self-destruct\nKnocked around like a hockey puck\nK-double-O-L-G-R-A-P, N-O M-C plays me\nYou wish your name had a G but to be\nA badder G boy you gotta play with strategy\nTop rankin, thinkin ability, memory bankin\nBut instead you're just sinkin\nI attack like a pack of whacked out maniacs\nG. Rap's back","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Kool Is Back\n  artist: Kool G Rap & DJ Polo\n  album: 'Wanted: Dead or Alive'\n  duration_ms: 207000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Boy come on get with this, cause you can't diss this\n  I'm burnin yo' ass like syphillis\n  A fast brother you're just a lover with a sore hand\n  I freeze MC's as if Frosty the Snowman\n  No man withstands the pain I bring\n  So face a hellraise of cut, like a laser\n  Polo plays a part, inside the arts, I grab charts\n  Start to break you apart, so get smart\n  You cry for help, knowin you felt, the rhyme\n  Makin the track melt, Polo drops like a black belt\n  MC's are grounded, pounded down, astound\n  They rounded up, pounds of sounds, but I drowned them\n  Surround to check the tape, and play when rate too great\n  Related too late, I demonstrate fate\n  I'm fast and, passin the stage of an assassin\n  Massacre, in a mash I start blastin\n  Fury article, periodicial\n  Blowin up all the cools and molecules, here read the articles\n  Everytime I build the plan and killed the man\n  MC's got smoked without a filter and\n  Skunked them up like marijuana\n  Terminator of data and your rhymes is Sarah Conner\n  You can't rip out, rap up, slip up, slap up\n  Cause you're trapped up, to get capped up\n  Play the back of dis here scenery\n  You clowns'll get broke down like machinery\n  I bring trouble on the double, bust you like a bubble\n  Hardrocks get crushed into rubble\n  The gates of hell open wide to scope in\n  And I'm hopin, you're brought to the Pope and\n  The holy bible when you made your arrival\n  Now the name of the game is survival\n  The result isn't real difficult to strategy\n  I'm Stayin Alive like John Travolta\n  My rhymes are gettin hotter, I gotta\n  Round to allow clowns like a Globetrotter\n  So I'ma give you the hell that you brought me in\n  I'm a king with the sting of a scorpion\n  I just follow your footprint, trace track and blackout\n  You better shout to get a rap out\n  What I arrange invented, it's strange demented\n  The range, be changed when I entered\n  A stage of furious rage when I had this madness\n  Badness, you felt sadness\n  Raps are brave and outrageous; all those\n  Chicken rhymes you written should be put in the Yellow Pages\n  I stand tall, play the wall, and watch dem brain stall\n  And wet yo' ass like rainfall\n  I think you need a replacement, you're illin\n  Call that buildin boy, you're still in the basement\n  A brain cell swells to jam like a pelican\n  Fresh out of breath, death left you a skeleton\n  I'm gonna need your full cooperation\n  This is a matter of life and death operation\n  To ease a man in the siege of surgery\n  Of bein done without anesthesia\n  Go slow, hell no, I let the beat kick\n  And I get wicked like the Witches of Eastwick\n  I'm not soft, I kill suckers off\n  Disarmin it, bombim it, off in a coffin\n  You get struck, and just like a motherfuckin duck\n  And plucked and shit out of luck and fucked\n  Designated to self-destruct\n  Knocked around like a hockey puck\n  K-double-O-L-G-R-A-P, N-O M-C plays me\n  You wish your name had a G but to be\n  A badder G boy you gotta play with strategy\n  Top rankin, thinkin ability, memory bankin\n  But instead you're just sinkin\n  I attack like a pack of whacked out maniacs\n  G. Rap's back\n"},{"id":21080054,"name":"Kool Is Back","trackName":"Kool Is Back","artistName":"Kool G Rap & DJ Polo","albumName":"Wanted: Dead or Alive","duration":210.026667,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Boy come on get with this, cause you can't diss this\nI'm burnin yo' ass like syphillis\nA fast brother you're just a lover with a sore hand\nI freeze MC's as if Frosty the Snowman\nNo man withstands the pain I bring\nSo face a hellraise of cut, like a laser\nPolo plays a part, inside the arts, I grab charts\nStart to break you apart, so get smart\nYou cry for help, knowin you felt, the rhyme\nMakin the track melt, Polo drops like a black belt\nMC's are grounded, pounded down, astound\nThey rounded up, pounds of sounds, but I drowned them\nSurround to check the tape, and play when rate too great\nRelated too late, I demonstrate fate\nI'm fast and, passin the stage of an assassin\nMassacre, in a mash I start blastin\nFury article, periodicial\nBlowin up all the cools and molecules, here read the articles\nEverytime I build the plan and killed the man\nMC's got smoked without a filter and\nSkunked them up like marijuana\nTerminator of data and your rhymes is Sarah Conner\nYou can't rip out, rap up, slip up, slap up\nCause you're trapped up, to get capped up\nPlay the back of dis here scenery\nYou clowns'll get broke down like machinery\nI bring trouble on the double, bust you like a bubble\nHardrocks get crushed into rubble\nThe gates of hell open wide to scope in\nAnd I'm hopin, you're brought to the Pope and\nThe holy bible when you made your arrival\nNow the name of the game is survival\nThe result isn't real difficult to strategy\nI'm Stayin Alive like John Travolta\nMy rhymes are gettin hotter, I gotta\nRound to allow clowns like a Globetrotter\nSo I'ma give you the hell that you brought me in\nI'm a king with the sting of a scorpion\nI just follow your footprint, trace track and blackout\nYou better shout to get a rap out\nWhat I arrange invented, it's strange demented\nThe range, be changed when I entered\nA stage of furious rage when I had this madness\nBadness, you felt sadness\nRaps are brave and outrageous; all those\nChicken rhymes you written should be put in the Yellow Pages\nI stand tall, play the wall, and watch dem brain stall\nAnd wet yo' ass like rainfall\nI think you need a replacement, you're illin\nCall that buildin boy, you're still in the basement\nA brain cell swells to jam like a pelican\nFresh out of breath, death left you a skeleton\nI'm gonna need your full cooperation\nThis is a matter of life and death operation\nTo ease a man in the siege of surgery\nOf bein done without anesthesia\nGo slow, hell no, I let the beat kick\nAnd I get wicked like the Witches of Eastwick\nI'm not soft, I kill suckers off\nDisarmin it, bombim it, off in a coffin\nYou get struck, and just like a motherfuckin duck\nAnd plucked and shit out of luck and fucked\nDesignated to self-destruct\nKnocked around like a hockey puck\nK-double-O-L-G-R-A-P, N-O M-C plays me\nYou wish your name had a G but to be\nA badder G boy you gotta play with strategy\nTop rankin, thinkin ability, memory bankin\nBut instead you're just sinkin\nI attack like a pack of whacked out maniacs\nG. Rap's back","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Kool Is Back\n  artist: Kool G Rap & DJ Polo\n  album: 'Wanted: Dead or Alive'\n  duration_ms: 210027\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Boy come on get with this, cause you can't diss this\n  I'm burnin yo' ass like syphillis\n  A fast brother you're just a lover with a sore hand\n  I freeze MC's as if Frosty the Snowman\n  No man withstands the pain I bring\n  So face a hellraise of cut, like a laser\n  Polo plays a part, inside the arts, I grab charts\n  Start to break you apart, so get smart\n  You cry for help, knowin you felt, the rhyme\n  Makin the track melt, Polo drops like a black belt\n  MC's are grounded, pounded down, astound\n  They rounded up, pounds of sounds, but I drowned them\n  Surround to check the tape, and play when rate too great\n  Related too late, I demonstrate fate\n  I'm fast and, passin the stage of an assassin\n  Massacre, in a mash I start blastin\n  Fury article, periodicial\n  Blowin up all the cools and molecules, here read the articles\n  Everytime I build the plan and killed the man\n  MC's got smoked without a filter and\n  Skunked them up like marijuana\n  Terminator of data and your rhymes is Sarah Conner\n  You can't rip out, rap up, slip up, slap up\n  Cause you're trapped up, to get capped up\n  Play the back of dis here scenery\n  You clowns'll get broke down like machinery\n  I bring trouble on the double, bust you like a bubble\n  Hardrocks get crushed into rubble\n  The gates of hell open wide to scope in\n  And I'm hopin, you're brought to the Pope and\n  The holy bible when you made your arrival\n  Now the name of the game is survival\n  The result isn't real difficult to strategy\n  I'm Stayin Alive like John Travolta\n  My rhymes are gettin hotter, I gotta\n  Round to allow clowns like a Globetrotter\n  So I'ma give you the hell that you brought me in\n  I'm a king with the sting of a scorpion\n  I just follow your footprint, trace track and blackout\n  You better shout to get a rap out\n  What I arrange invented, it's strange demented\n  The range, be changed when I entered\n  A stage of furious rage when I had this madness\n  Badness, you felt sadness\n  Raps are brave and outrageous; all those\n  Chicken rhymes you written should be put in the Yellow Pages\n  I stand tall, play the wall, and watch dem brain stall\n  And wet yo' ass like rainfall\n  I think you need a replacement, you're illin\n  Call that buildin boy, you're still in the basement\n  A brain cell swells to jam like a pelican\n  Fresh out of breath, death left you a skeleton\n  I'm gonna need your full cooperation\n  This is a matter of life and death operation\n  To ease a man in the siege of surgery\n  Of bein done without anesthesia\n  Go slow, hell no, I let the beat kick\n  And I get wicked like the Witches of Eastwick\n  I'm not soft, I kill suckers off\n  Disarmin it, bombim it, off in a coffin\n  You get struck, and just like a motherfuckin duck\n  And plucked and shit out of luck and fucked\n  Designated to self-destruct\n  Knocked around like a hockey puck\n  K-double-O-L-G-R-A-P, N-O M-C plays me\n  You wish your name had a G but to be\n  A badder G boy you gotta play with strategy\n  Top rankin, thinkin ability, memory bankin\n  But instead you're just sinkin\n  I attack like a pack of whacked out maniacs\n  G. Rap's back\n"},{"id":19881150,"name":"Kool Is Back","trackName":"Kool Is Back","artistName":"Kool G Rap & DJ Polo","albumName":"Wanted: Dead Or Alive (Disc 1)","duration":205.844898,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Boy come on get with this, cause you can't diss this\nI'm burnin yo' ass like syphillis\nA fast brother you're just a lover with a sore hand\nI freeze MC's as if Frosty the Snowman\nNo man withstands the pain I bring\nSo face a hellraise of cut, like a laser\nPolo plays a part, inside the arts, I grab charts\nStart to break you apart, so get smart\nYou cry for help, knowin you felt, the rhyme\nMakin the track melt, Polo drops like a black belt\nMC's are grounded, pounded down, astound\nThey rounded up, pounds of sounds, but I drowned them\nSurround to check the tape, and play when rate too great\nRelated too late, I demonstrate fate\nI'm fast and, passin the stage of an assassin\nMassacre, in a mash I start blastin\nFury article, periodicial\nBlowin up all the cools and molecules, here read the articles\nEverytime I build the plan and killed the man\nMC's got smoked without a filter and\nSkunked them up like marijuana\nTerminator of data and your rhymes is Sarah Conner\nYou can't rip out, rap up, slip up, slap up\nCause you're trapped up, to get capped up\nPlay the back of dis here scenery\nYou clowns'll get broke down like machinery\nI bring trouble on the double, bust you like a bubble\nHardrocks get crushed into rubble\nThe gates of hell open wide to scope in\nAnd I'm hopin, you're brought to the Pope and\nThe holy bible when you made your arrival\nNow the name of the game is survival\nThe result isn't real difficult to strategy\nI'm Stayin Alive like John Travolta\nMy rhymes are gettin hotter, I gotta\nRound to allow clowns like a Globetrotter\nSo I'ma give you the hell that you brought me in\nI'm a king with the sting of a scorpion\nI just follow your footprint, trace track and blackout\nYou better shout to get a rap out\nWhat I arrange invented, it's strange demented\nThe range, be changed when I entered\nA stage of furious rage when I had this madness\nBadness, you felt sadness\nRaps are brave and outrageous; all those\nChicken rhymes you written should be put in the Yellow Pages\nI stand tall, play the wall, and watch dem brain stall\nAnd wet yo' ass like rainfall\nI think you need a replacement, you're illin\nCall that buildin boy, you're still in the basement\nA brain cell swells to jam like a pelican\nFresh out of breath, death left you a skeleton\nI'm gonna need your full cooperation\nThis is a matter of life and death operation\nTo ease a man in the siege of surgery\nOf bein done without anesthesia\nGo slow, hell no, I let the beat kick\nAnd I get wicked like the Witches of Eastwick\nI'm not soft, I kill suckers off\nDisarmin it, bombim it, off in a coffin\nYou get struck, and just like a motherfuckin duck\nAnd plucked and shit out of luck and fucked\nDesignated to self-destruct\nKnocked around like a hockey puck\nK-double-O-L-G-R-A-P, N-O M-C plays me\nYou wish your name had a G but to be\nA badder G boy you gotta play with strategy\nTop rankin, thinkin ability, memory bankin\nBut instead you're just sinkin\nI attack like a pack of whacked out maniacs\nG. Rap's back","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Kool Is Back\n  artist: Kool G Rap & DJ Polo\n  album: 'Wanted: Dead Or Alive (Disc 1)'\n  duration_ms: 205845\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Boy come on get with this, cause you can't diss this\n  I'm burnin yo' ass like syphillis\n  A fast brother you're just a lover with a sore hand\n  I freeze MC's as if Frosty the Snowman\n  No man withstands the pain I bring\n  So face a hellraise of cut, like a laser\n  Polo plays a part, inside the arts, I grab charts\n  Start to break you apart, so get smart\n  You cry for help, knowin you felt, the rhyme\n  Makin the track melt, Polo drops like a black belt\n  MC's are grounded, pounded down, astound\n  They rounded up, pounds of sounds, but I drowned them\n  Surround to check the tape, and play when rate too great\n  Related too late, I demonstrate fate\n  I'm fast and, passin the stage of an assassin\n  Massacre, in a mash I start blastin\n  Fury article, periodicial\n  Blowin up all the cools and molecules, here read the articles\n  Everytime I build the plan and killed the man\n  MC's got smoked without a filter and\n  Skunked them up like marijuana\n  Terminator of data and your rhymes is Sarah Conner\n  You can't rip out, rap up, slip up, slap up\n  Cause you're trapped up, to get capped up\n  Play the back of dis here scenery\n  You clowns'll get broke down like machinery\n  I bring trouble on the double, bust you like a bubble\n  Hardrocks get crushed into rubble\n  The gates of hell open wide to scope in\n  And I'm hopin, you're brought to the Pope and\n  The holy bible when you made your arrival\n  Now the name of the game is survival\n  The result isn't real difficult to strategy\n  I'm Stayin Alive like John Travolta\n  My rhymes are gettin hotter, I gotta\n  Round to allow clowns like a Globetrotter\n  So I'ma give you the hell that you brought me in\n  I'm a king with the sting of a scorpion\n  I just follow your footprint, trace track and blackout\n  You better shout to get a rap out\n  What I arrange invented, it's strange demented\n  The range, be changed when I entered\n  A stage of furious rage when I had this madness\n  Badness, you felt sadness\n  Raps are brave and outrageous; all those\n  Chicken rhymes you written should be put in the Yellow Pages\n  I stand tall, play the wall, and watch dem brain stall\n  And wet yo' ass like rainfall\n  I think you need a replacement, you're illin\n  Call that buildin boy, you're still in the basement\n  A brain cell swells to jam like a pelican\n  Fresh out of breath, death left you a skeleton\n  I'm gonna need your full cooperation\n  This is a matter of life and death operation\n  To ease a man in the siege of surgery\n  Of bein done without anesthesia\n  Go slow, hell no, I let the beat kick\n  And I get wicked like the Witches of Eastwick\n  I'm not soft, I kill suckers off\n  Disarmin it, bombim it, off in a coffin\n  You get struck, and just like a motherfuckin duck\n  And plucked and shit out of luck and fucked\n  Designated to self-destruct\n  Knocked around like a hockey puck\n  K-double-O-L-G-R-A-P, N-O M-C plays me\n  You wish your name had a G but to be\n  A badder G boy you gotta play with strategy\n  Top rankin, thinkin ability, memory bankin\n  But instead you're just sinkin\n  I attack like a pack of whacked out maniacs\n  G. Rap's back\n"}]