[{"id":28577333,"name":"Cold Freezer","trackName":"Cold Freezer","artistName":"Kool Keith","albumName":"Feature Magnetic","duration":179.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Cold freez'\nCold freez'\nCold freez'\nCold freez'\nCold freez'\nCold freez'\nCold freez'\n\nMost of these rappers like gingerbread men\nI cut off they heads, separate they torso\nAnd goin' to Port Authority and burn they fucking legs\nCome outside for breakfast and order eggs\nMy 16s are cutting edge\nA hundred dalmatians in the pick-up truck, scarlet red\nSanta Claus look-a-likes, lose weight and get on your sled\nUnder the door I feed these cats a calorie like bread\nStand back with the sawed-off and piss on they bedspread\nWho wanna call paramed'?\nWalk in the Burlington Coat Factory\nAnd my alter ego Hungry Jack with me\nFuck that, bell bottoms, no pants, real skinny\nDeliver ears in the bag to Jimmy\nHop in the Corvette, put a brick on the gas pedal\nWatch it crash into your private jet\nMCs going to a cold sweat, refrigerator\nThese rappers throw 'em out with cold necks\nSend turkeys with stuffing up they ass to a pressin' plant in Quebec\nHunter boots with a long trench\nRappers hide in the basement with a flashlight\nWhen I do that, they peek out the door and say, \"Who that?\"\n\nCold freez'\nCold freez'\nCold freez'\nCold freez'\nCold freez'\nCold freez'\nCold freez'\n\nReal spitters call Bumpy for that work\nAuthenticating since bars was created\nLocked into a groove, choking out murder flow\nSending you this dirty vocal shit I do, so you know\nPunk, I need this to be clear\nLike the .44 Magnum spitting theft to your icy ears\nI'm Jack Frost, I see tears icing in your beard\nYou nice now, I've been nice for years\nIn Tim boots, crocodiles or the Nike Airs\nLord Finesse is my a-alike (Word)\nI'm like Fox L (L)\nNot swell 'cause I box well\nFreeze niggas, deep freezer, Jeffrey Dahmer\nMy brother died, I got Jeffrey's karma, huh\nMy hood's Obama\nNo matter what a nigga do, never is it good enough\nReal so we hood it up (Word)\nWhen niggas shake your hand and don't like how you flow create\n'Cause I'm not a dick rider, I'm exposed to hate\nIt's unfortunate you can't relate\nLight the fire in the Sub-Zero\nI'm your rap hero\n.380 In a rap hero\nIt's blood and mayonnaise all over your tomato, call Judge Shapiro\nIn Japan, I cosign Miro\nWhile you was overseas slaving for a couple Euro\nYou know, uh-huh\n\nCold freez'\nCold freez'\nYou know, word\nCold freezin'\nBumpy Knuckles, raw\nCold freezin'\nKool Keith, it's peace\nCold freezin'\nCold freezin'","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Cold Freezer\n  artist: Kool Keith\n  album: Feature Magnetic\n  duration_ms: 179000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Cold freez'\n  Cold freez'\n  Cold freez'\n  Cold freez'\n  Cold freez'\n  Cold freez'\n  Cold freez'\n\n  Most of these rappers like gingerbread men\n  I cut off they heads, separate they torso\n  And goin' to Port Authority and burn they fucking legs\n  Come outside for breakfast and order eggs\n  My 16s are cutting edge\n  A hundred dalmatians in the pick-up truck, scarlet red\n  Santa Claus look-a-likes, lose weight and get on your sled\n  Under the door I feed these cats a calorie like bread\n  Stand back with the sawed-off and piss on they bedspread\n  Who wanna call paramed'?\n  Walk in the Burlington Coat Factory\n  And my alter ego Hungry Jack with me\n  Fuck that, bell bottoms, no pants, real skinny\n  Deliver ears in the bag to Jimmy\n  Hop in the Corvette, put a brick on the gas pedal\n  Watch it crash into your private jet\n  MCs going to a cold sweat, refrigerator\n  These rappers throw 'em out with cold necks\n  Send turkeys with stuffing up they ass to a pressin' plant in Quebec\n  Hunter boots with a long trench\n  Rappers hide in the basement with a flashlight\n  When I do that, they peek out the door and say, \"Who that?\"\n\n  Cold freez'\n  Cold freez'\n  Cold freez'\n  Cold freez'\n  Cold freez'\n  Cold freez'\n  Cold freez'\n\n  Real spitters call Bumpy for that work\n  Authenticating since bars was created\n  Locked into a groove, choking out murder flow\n  Sending you this dirty vocal shit I do, so you know\n  Punk, I need this to be clear\n  Like the .44 Magnum spitting theft to your icy ears\n  I'm Jack Frost, I see tears icing in your beard\n  You nice now, I've been nice for years\n  In Tim boots, crocodiles or the Nike Airs\n  Lord Finesse is my a-alike (Word)\n  I'm like Fox L (L)\n  Not swell 'cause I box well\n  Freeze niggas, deep freezer, Jeffrey Dahmer\n  My brother died, I got Jeffrey's karma, huh\n  My hood's Obama\n  No matter what a nigga do, never is it good enough\n  Real so we hood it up (Word)\n  When niggas shake your hand and don't like how you flow create\n  'Cause I'm not a dick rider, I'm exposed to hate\n  It's unfortunate you can't relate\n  Light the fire in the Sub-Zero\n  I'm your rap hero\n  .380 In a rap hero\n  It's blood and mayonnaise all over your tomato, call Judge Shapiro\n  In Japan, I cosign Miro\n  While you was overseas slaving for a couple Euro\n  You know, uh-huh\n\n  Cold freez'\n  Cold freez'\n  You know, word\n  Cold freezin'\n  Bumpy Knuckles, raw\n  Cold freezin'\n  Kool Keith, it's peace\n  Cold freezin'\n  Cold freezin'\n"},{"id":25851182,"name":"Cold Freezer (Bumpy Knuckles)","trackName":"Cold Freezer (Bumpy Knuckles)","artistName":"Kool Keith","albumName":"Feature Magnetic","duration":177.48,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Cold freez'\nCold freez'\nCold freez'\nCold freez'\nCold freez'\nCold freez'\nCold freez'\n\nMost of these rappers like gingerbread men\nI cut off they heads, separate they torso\nAnd goin' to Port Authority and burn they fucking legs\nCome outside for breakfast and order eggs\nMy 16s are cutting edge\nA hundred dalmatians in the pick-up truck, scarlet red\nSanta Claus look-a-likes, lose weight and get on your sled\nUnder the door I feed these cats a calorie like bread\nStand back with the sawed-off and piss on they bedspread\nWho wanna call paramed'?\nWalk in the Burlington Coat Factory\nAnd my alter ego Hungry Jack with me\nFuck that, bell bottoms, no pants, real skinny\nDeliver ears in the bag to Jimmy\nHop in the Corvette, put a brick on the gas pedal\nWatch it crash into your private jet\nMCs going to a cold sweat, refrigerator\nThese rappers throw 'em out with cold necks\nSend turkeys with stuffing up they ass to a pressin' plant in Quebec\nHunter boots with a long trench\nRappers hide in the basement with a flashlight\nWhen I do that, they peek out the door and say, \"Who that?\"\n\nCold freez'\nCold freez'\nCold freez'\nCold freez'\nCold freez'\nCold freez'\nCold freez'\n\nReal spitters call Bumpy for that work\nAuthenticating since bars was created\nLocked into a groove, choking out murder flow\nSending you this dirty vocal shit I do, so you know\nPunk, I need this to be clear\nLike the .44 Magnum spitting theft to your icy ears\nI'm Jack Frost, I see tears icing in your beard\nYou nice now, I've been nice for years\nIn Tim boots, crocodiles or the Nike Airs\nLord Finesse is my a-alike (Word)\nI'm like Fox L (L)\nNot swell 'cause I box well\nFreeze niggas, deep freezer, Jeffrey Dahmer\nMy brother died, I got Jeffrey's karma, huh\nMy hood's Obama\nNo matter what a nigga do, never is it good enough\nReal so we hood it up (Word)\nWhen niggas shake your hand and don't like how you flow create\n'Cause I'm not a dick rider, I'm exposed to hate\nIt's unfortunate you can't relate\nLight the fire in the Sub-Zero\nI'm your rap hero\n.380 In a rap hero\nIt's blood and mayonnaise all over your tomato, call Judge Shapiro\nIn Japan, I cosign Miro\nWhile you was overseas slaving for a couple Euro\nYou know, uh-huh\n\nCold freez'\nCold freez'\nYou know, word\nCold freezin'\nBumpy Knuckles, raw\nCold freezin'\nKool Keith, it's peace\nCold freezin'\nCold 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Corvette, put a brick on the gas pedal\n  Watch it crash into your private jet\n  MCs going to a cold sweat, refrigerator\n  These rappers throw 'em out with cold necks\n  Send turkeys with stuffing up they ass to a pressin' plant in Quebec\n  Hunter boots with a long trench\n  Rappers hide in the basement with a flashlight\n  When I do that, they peek out the door and say, \"Who that?\"\n\n  Cold freez'\n  Cold freez'\n  Cold freez'\n  Cold freez'\n  Cold freez'\n  Cold freez'\n  Cold freez'\n\n  Real spitters call Bumpy for that work\n  Authenticating since bars was created\n  Locked into a groove, choking out murder flow\n  Sending you this dirty vocal shit I do, so you know\n  Punk, I need this to be clear\n  Like the .44 Magnum spitting theft to your icy ears\n  I'm Jack Frost, I see tears icing in your beard\n  You nice now, I've been nice for years\n  In Tim boots, crocodiles or the Nike Airs\n  Lord Finesse is my a-alike (Word)\n  I'm like Fox L (L)\n  Not swell 'cause I box well\n  Freeze niggas, deep freezer, Jeffrey Dahmer\n  My brother died, I got Jeffrey's karma, huh\n  My hood's Obama\n  No matter what a nigga do, never is it good enough\n  Real so we hood it up (Word)\n  When niggas shake your hand and don't like how you flow create\n  'Cause I'm not a dick rider, I'm exposed to hate\n  It's unfortunate you can't relate\n  Light the fire in the Sub-Zero\n  I'm your rap hero\n  .380 In a rap hero\n  It's blood and mayonnaise all over your tomato, call Judge Shapiro\n  In Japan, I cosign Miro\n  While you was overseas slaving for a couple Euro\n  You know, uh-huh\n\n  Cold freez'\n  Cold freez'\n  You know, word\n  Cold freezin'\n  Bumpy Knuckles, raw\n  Cold freezin'\n  Kool Keith, it's peace\n  Cold freezin'\n  Cold freezin'\n"},{"id":29696434,"name":"Cold Freezer","trackName":"Cold Freezer","artistName":"Kool Keith feat. Bumpy Knuckles","albumName":"Feature Magnetic","duration":177.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Cold freez'\nCold freez'\nCold freez'\nCold freez'\nCold freez'\nCold freez'\nCold freez'\n\nMost of these rappers like gingerbread men\nI cut off they heads, separate they torso\nAnd goin' to Port Authority and burn they fucking legs\nCome outside for breakfast and order eggs\nMy 16s are cutting edge\nA hundred dalmatians in the pick-up truck, scarlet red\nSanta Claus look-a-likes, lose weight and get on your sled\nUnder the door I feed these cats a calorie like bread\nStand back with the sawed-off and piss on they bedspread\nWho wanna call paramed'?\nWalk in the Burlington Coat Factory\nAnd my alter ego Hungry Jack with me\nFuck that, bell bottoms, no pants, real skinny\nDeliver ears in the bag to Jimmy\nHop in the Corvette, put a brick on the gas pedal\nWatch it crash into your private jet\nMCs going to a cold sweat, refrigerator\nThese rappers throw 'em out with cold necks\nSend turkeys with stuffing up they ass to a pressin' plant in Quebec\nHunter boots with a long trench\nRappers hide in the basement with a flashlight\nWhen I do that, they peek out the door and say, \"Who that?\"\n\nCold freez'\nCold freez'\nCold freez'\nCold freez'\nCold freez'\nCold freez'\nCold freez'\n\nReal spitters call Bumpy for that work\nAuthenticating since bars was created\nLocked into a groove, choking out murder flow\nSending you this dirty vocal shit I do, so you know\nPunk, I need this to be clear\nLike the .44 Magnum spitting theft to your icy ears\nI'm Jack Frost, I see tears icing in your beard\nYou nice now, I've been nice for years\nIn Tim boots, crocodiles or the Nike Airs\nLord Finesse is my a-alike (Word)\nI'm like Fox L (L)\nNot swell 'cause I box well\nFreeze niggas, deep freezer, Jeffrey Dahmer\nMy brother died, I got Jeffrey's karma, huh\nMy hood's Obama\nNo matter what a nigga do, never is it good enough\nReal so we hood it up (Word)\nWhen niggas shake your hand and don't like how you flow create\n'Cause I'm not a dick rider, I'm exposed to hate\nIt's unfortunate you can't relate\nLight the fire in the Sub-Zero\nI'm your rap hero\n.380 In a rap hero\nIt's blood and mayonnaise all over your tomato, call Judge Shapiro\nIn Japan, I cosign Miro\nWhile you was overseas slaving for a couple Euro\nYou know, uh-huh\n\nCold freez'\nCold freez'\nYou know, word\nCold freezin'\nBumpy Knuckles, raw\nCold freezin'\nKool Keith, it's peace\nCold freezin'\nCold freezin'","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Cold Freezer\n  artist: Kool Keith feat. 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Bumpy Knuckles)\n  artist: Kool Keith\n  album: Feature Magnetic\n  duration_ms: 177000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Cold freez'\n  Cold freez'\n  Cold freez'\n  Cold freez'\n  Cold freez'\n  Cold freez'\n  Cold freez'\n\n  Most of these rappers like gingerbread men\n  I cut off they heads, separate they torso\n  And goin' to Port Authority and burn they fucking legs\n  Come outside for breakfast and order eggs\n  My 16s are cutting edge\n  A hundred dalmatians in the pick-up truck, scarlet red\n  Santa Claus look-a-likes, lose weight and get on your sled\n  Under the door I feed these cats a calorie like bread\n  Stand back with the sawed-off and piss on they bedspread\n  Who wanna call paramed'?\n  Walk in the Burlington Coat Factory\n  And my alter ego Hungry Jack with me\n  Fuck that, bell bottoms, no pants, real skinny\n  Deliver ears in the bag to Jimmy\n  Hop in the Corvette, put a brick on the gas pedal\n  Watch it crash into your private jet\n  MCs going to a cold sweat, refrigerator\n  These rappers throw 'em out with cold necks\n  Send turkeys with stuffing up they ass to a pressin' plant in Quebec\n  Hunter boots with a long trench\n  Rappers hide in the basement with a flashlight\n  When I do that, they peek out the door and say, \"Who that?\"\n\n  Cold freez'\n  Cold freez'\n  Cold freez'\n  Cold freez'\n  Cold freez'\n  Cold freez'\n  Cold freez'\n\n  Real spitters call Bumpy for that work\n  Authenticating since bars was created\n  Locked into a groove, choking out murder flow\n  Sending you this dirty vocal shit I do, so you know\n  Punk, I need this to be clear\n  Like the .44 Magnum spitting theft to your icy ears\n  I'm Jack Frost, I see tears icing in your beard\n  You nice now, I've been nice for years\n  In Tim boots, crocodiles or the Nike Airs\n  Lord Finesse is my a-alike (Word)\n  I'm like Fox L (L)\n  Not swell 'cause I box well\n  Freeze niggas, deep freezer, Jeffrey Dahmer\n  My brother died, I got Jeffrey's karma, huh\n  My hood's Obama\n  No matter what a nigga do, never is it good enough\n  Real so we hood it up (Word)\n  When niggas shake your hand and don't like how you flow create\n  'Cause I'm not a dick rider, I'm exposed to hate\n  It's unfortunate you can't relate\n  Light the fire in the Sub-Zero\n  I'm your rap hero\n  .380 In a rap hero\n  It's blood and mayonnaise all over your tomato, call Judge Shapiro\n  In Japan, I cosign Miro\n  While you was overseas slaving for a couple Euro\n  You know, uh-huh\n\n  Cold freez'\n  Cold freez'\n  You know, word\n  Cold freezin'\n  Bumpy Knuckles, raw\n  Cold freezin'\n  Kool Keith, it's peace\n  Cold freezin'\n  Cold freezin'\n"}]