[{"id":4486711,"name":"I'm Hittin' Hard","trackName":"I'm Hittin' Hard","artistName":"Kool Moe Dee","albumName":"Knowledge Is King","duration":274.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Ladies and gentlemen\nGentlemen and ladies\nAdults teenagers adolescents and babies\nNo if's and's but's or maybe's\nI want the whole world to rock today\nBecause I said I was and always was\nThe baddest rapper on the mic and I proved it does\nMake a difference\nOn the way you think you syn-\nCronize the wise tries\nTo overcome the dumb the drum\nBeats a pattern that turns into\nA catalyst that'll just\nGrab your ear you had to hear\nA rhyme's contents\nBeyond nonsense\nIf you're not convinced\nGet tense and wince\nCause I'll make a skeptic\nLook epileptic\nShake and brake like the Holy Ghost connected\nHis body and soul\nI control\nHis mind is mine cause my\nRhyme holds\nMinds in limbo\nYou resemble\nA clone of Jim Jones as them bones tremble\nShakin' like a leaf in disbelief\nNo chatterin' teeth\nCan cease pity or grief\nI got you flipping like a burger\nHead spinning like a top\nWeak at the knees\nAnd you're about to drop\nYou can't find your heart\nYou need a warrant to search\nGet off your knees\nBoy this ain't church\nYou can pray if you wanna pray\nSay what you wanna say\nDid you forget you was ambiguous\nYou're gonna pay\nFor doubting my rhyme\nYou better freeze your thought\nCause I read minds\nIf you got caught\nI taught\nLessons for second-guessing\nReroute doubt\nI reprogram and deprogram about\nTwo million fans\nThrough rhytmic hypnosis\nLeft in a state\nOf cataclysmic neurosis\nNeurotic from a narcotic\nKnown as rhyme\nAddicted to rap\nAnd you're a fiend for mine\nFor my rap info\nYou're a nympho\nI'll raise the conscience\nAnd then hit them so hard with the rhyme\nI'ma leave you scarred\nCause I don't just hit ya\nI hit ya hard\nI weave the bob\nTo do the job\nSet you up with the left\nAs the right writes hard\nLyrics stick and move\nBehind the groove\nAs the beat gets better\nThe rhyme improves\nAdversaries prepare for a telling loss\nBring a stretcher nurse and the smelling salts\nMy rhyme is more\nThan a fight or a bout\nYou ain't goin' down\nBoy you're goin' out\nNo count necessary\nCause you ain't gettin' up\nBad mouthin' ends very\nVery very abrupt\nThought patterns converted\nThrough overt overtures\nPrepared your mind\nMuch better for metaphors\nMore rap classics\nBelieve me there's no man\nNot Bach Brahms Beethoven or Chopin\nPolonaise would ever faze ya\nLike I faze ya I amaze ya\nAli and Fraizer I\nGet deja vu from listening to\nThe rhymes that cut like an uppercut\nAnd rings a bell too\nI come out smoking\nHard from the first round\nStinging like a bee\nAnd the bell is the worst sound\nCause I don't wanna let up\nIf you can get up\nI'm fed up\nThe rhymes are sped up\nTo mess your head up\nWhen the rhyme is over\nThey tally the scorecard\nI get more points\nCause you hit the floor hard\nBut I'm hittin' hard\nThe very last thing\nThat you remember\nIs a rhyme in your face\nAnd the crowd yell timbre\nThen you fall in a dopefiend nod\nCause I don't just hit ya\nI hit ya hard\nWhen I rain\nIt's more like a hurricane\nYou wanna dis\nThen think of another name\nCause I go to work\nAnd my rhymes slam\nPut me to the test\nYou'll fail the exam\nCause that's the kind of test\nYou just can't study for\nYou're guaranteed\nTo end up bloody or\nBroken twisted\nFractured blistered\nDecapitated mutilated\nViolated it's the\nKind of defeat\nThat you just can't live with\nTry to compete\nBut you just can't get with\nThe Mental Master\nHard-ryhme supremist\nMy words have ya\nMixed like a chemist\nMy rhymes flow like\nH-2-O\nCleaned with chlorine\nTo make green so\nThe rhyme is purified\nYou can't drink it\nBiters and suckers\nDon't even think it\nThe green I made\nIs a money shade\nWhen the rhyme evaporates\nI get paid\nThen it's time to rain\nWith the rhyme I know\nAnd like plants\nWatch my people grow\nI heal sick minds\nLike Christ himself\nTouch the soul\nLike no one else\nThere's only one\nPresident Pope and one God\nThere's only one rapper\nIn that class\nAnd I hit ya hard","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: I'm Hittin' Hard\n  artist: Kool Moe Dee\n  album: Knowledge Is King\n  duration_ms: 274000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Ladies and gentlemen\n  Gentlemen and ladies\n  Adults teenagers adolescents and babies\n  No if's and's but's or maybe's\n  I want the whole world to rock today\n  Because I said I was and always was\n  The baddest rapper on the mic and I proved it does\n  Make a difference\n  On the way you think you syn-\n  Cronize the wise tries\n  To overcome the dumb the drum\n  Beats a pattern that turns into\n  A catalyst that'll just\n  Grab your ear you had to hear\n  A rhyme's contents\n  Beyond nonsense\n  If you're not convinced\n  Get tense and wince\n  Cause I'll make a skeptic\n  Look epileptic\n  Shake and brake like the Holy Ghost connected\n  His body and soul\n  I control\n  His mind is mine cause my\n  Rhyme holds\n  Minds in limbo\n  You resemble\n  A clone of Jim Jones as them bones tremble\n  Shakin' like a leaf in disbelief\n  No chatterin' teeth\n  Can cease pity or grief\n  I got you flipping like a burger\n  Head spinning like a top\n  Weak at the knees\n  And you're about to drop\n  You can't find your heart\n  You need a warrant to search\n  Get off your knees\n  Boy this ain't church\n  You can pray if you wanna pray\n  Say what you wanna say\n  Did you forget you was ambiguous\n  You're gonna pay\n  For doubting my rhyme\n  You better freeze your thought\n  Cause I read minds\n  If you got caught\n  I taught\n  Lessons for second-guessing\n  Reroute doubt\n  I reprogram and deprogram about\n  Two million fans\n  Through rhytmic hypnosis\n  Left in a state\n  Of cataclysmic neurosis\n  Neurotic from a narcotic\n  Known as rhyme\n  Addicted to rap\n  And you're a fiend for mine\n  For my rap info\n  You're a nympho\n  I'll raise the conscience\n  And then hit them so hard with the rhyme\n  I'ma leave you scarred\n  Cause I don't just hit ya\n  I hit ya hard\n  I weave the bob\n  To do the job\n  Set you up with the left\n  As the right writes hard\n  Lyrics stick and move\n  Behind the groove\n  As the beat gets better\n  The rhyme improves\n  Adversaries prepare for a telling loss\n  Bring a stretcher nurse and the smelling salts\n  My rhyme is more\n  Than a fight or a bout\n  You ain't goin' down\n  Boy you're goin' out\n  No count necessary\n  Cause you ain't gettin' up\n  Bad mouthin' ends very\n  Very very abrupt\n  Thought patterns converted\n  Through overt overtures\n  Prepared your mind\n  Much better for metaphors\n  More rap classics\n  Believe me there's no man\n  Not Bach Brahms Beethoven or Chopin\n  Polonaise would ever faze ya\n  Like I faze ya I amaze ya\n  Ali and Fraizer I\n  Get deja vu from listening to\n  The rhymes that cut like an uppercut\n  And rings a bell too\n  I come out smoking\n  Hard from the first round\n  Stinging like a bee\n  And the bell is the worst sound\n  Cause I don't wanna let up\n  If you can get up\n  I'm fed up\n  The rhymes are sped up\n  To mess your head up\n  When the rhyme is over\n  They tally the scorecard\n  I get more points\n  Cause you hit the floor hard\n  But I'm hittin' hard\n  The very last thing\n  That you remember\n  Is a rhyme in your face\n  And the crowd yell timbre\n  Then you fall in a dopefiend nod\n  Cause I don't just hit ya\n  I hit ya hard\n  When I rain\n  It's more like a hurricane\n  You wanna dis\n  Then think of another name\n  Cause I go to work\n  And my rhymes slam\n  Put me to the test\n  You'll fail the exam\n  Cause that's the kind of test\n  You just can't study for\n  You're guaranteed\n  To end up bloody or\n  Broken twisted\n  Fractured blistered\n  Decapitated mutilated\n  Violated it's the\n  Kind of defeat\n  That you just can't live with\n  Try to compete\n  But you just can't get with\n  The Mental Master\n  Hard-ryhme supremist\n  My words have ya\n  Mixed like a chemist\n  My rhymes flow like\n  H-2-O\n  Cleaned with chlorine\n  To make green so\n  The rhyme is purified\n  You can't drink it\n  Biters and suckers\n  Don't even think it\n  The green I made\n  Is a money shade\n  When the rhyme evaporates\n  I get paid\n  Then it's time to rain\n  With the rhyme I know\n  And like plants\n  Watch my people grow\n  I heal sick minds\n  Like Christ himself\n  Touch the soul\n  Like no one else\n  There's only one\n  President Pope and one God\n  There's only one rapper\n  In that class\n  And I hit ya hard\n"},{"id":20448988,"name":"I'm Hittin' Hard","trackName":"I'm Hittin' Hard","artistName":"Kool Moe Dee","albumName":"Knowledge Is King","duration":269.235375,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Ladies and gentlemen\nGentlemen and ladies\nAdults teenagers adolescents and babies\nNo if's and's but's or maybe's\nI want the whole world to rock today\nBecause I said I was and always was\nThe baddest rapper on the mic and I proved it does\nMake a difference\nOn the way you think you syn-\nCronize the wise tries\nTo overcome the dumb the drum\nBeats a pattern that turns into\nA catalyst that'll just\nGrab your ear you had to hear\nA rhyme's contents\nBeyond nonsense\nIf you're not convinced\nGet tense and wince\nCause I'll make a skeptic\nLook epileptic\nShake and brake like the Holy Ghost connected\nHis body and soul\nI control\nHis mind is mine cause my\nRhyme holds\nMinds in limbo\nYou resemble\nA clone of Jim Jones as them bones tremble\nShakin' like a leaf in disbelief\nNo chatterin' teeth\nCan cease pity or grief\nI got you flipping like a burger\nHead spinning like a top\nWeak at the knees\nAnd you're about to drop\nYou can't find your heart\nYou need a warrant to search\nGet off your knees\nBoy this ain't church\nYou can pray if you wanna pray\nSay what you wanna say\nDid you forget you was ambiguous\nYou're gonna pay\nFor doubting my rhyme\nYou better freeze your thought\nCause I read minds\nIf you got caught\nI taught\nLessons for second-guessing\nReroute doubt\nI reprogram and deprogram about\nTwo million fans\nThrough rhytmic hypnosis\nLeft in a state\nOf cataclysmic neurosis\nNeurotic from a narcotic\nKnown as rhyme\nAddicted to rap\nAnd you're a fiend for mine\nFor my rap info\nYou're a nympho\nI'll raise the conscience\nAnd then hit them so hard with the rhyme\nI'ma leave you scarred\nCause I don't just hit ya\nI hit ya hard\nI weave the bob\nTo do the job\nSet you up with the left\nAs the right writes hard\nLyrics stick and move\nBehind the groove\nAs the beat gets better\nThe rhyme improves\nAdversaries prepare for a telling loss\nBring a stretcher nurse and the smelling salts\nMy rhyme is more\nThan a fight or a bout\nYou ain't goin' down\nBoy you're goin' out\nNo count necessary\nCause you ain't gettin' up\nBad mouthin' ends very\nVery very abrupt\nThought patterns converted\nThrough overt overtures\nPrepared your mind\nMuch better for metaphors\nMore rap classics\nBelieve me there's no man\nNot Bach Brahms Beethoven or Chopin\nPolonaise would ever faze ya\nLike I faze ya I amaze ya\nAli and Fraizer I\nGet deja vu from listening to\nThe rhymes that cut like an uppercut\nAnd rings a bell too\nI come out smoking\nHard from the first round\nStinging like a bee\nAnd the bell is the worst sound\nCause I don't wanna let up\nIf you can get up\nI'm fed up\nThe rhymes are sped up\nTo mess your head up\nWhen the rhyme is over\nThey tally the scorecard\nI get more points\nCause you hit the floor hard\nBut I'm hittin' hard\nThe very last thing\nThat you remember\nIs a rhyme in your face\nAnd the crowd yell timbre\nThen you fall in a dopefiend nod\nCause I don't just hit ya\nI hit ya hard\nWhen I rain\nIt's more like a hurricane\nYou wanna dis\nThen think of another name\nCause I go to work\nAnd my rhymes slam\nPut me to the test\nYou'll fail the exam\nCause that's the kind of test\nYou just can't study for\nYou're guaranteed\nTo end up bloody or\nBroken twisted\nFractured blistered\nDecapitated mutilated\nViolated it's the\nKind of defeat\nThat you just can't live with\nTry to compete\nBut you just can't get with\nThe Mental Master\nHard-ryhme supremist\nMy words have ya\nMixed like a chemist\nMy rhymes flow like\nH-2-O\nCleaned with chlorine\nTo make green so\nThe rhyme is purified\nYou can't drink it\nBiters and suckers\nDon't even think it\nThe green I made\nIs a money shade\nWhen the rhyme evaporates\nI get paid\nThen it's time to rain\nWith the rhyme I know\nAnd like plants\nWatch my people grow\nI heal sick minds\nLike Christ himself\nTouch the soul\nLike no one else\nThere's only one\nPresident Pope and one God\nThere's only one rapper\nIn that class\nAnd I hit ya hard","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: I'm Hittin' Hard\n  artist: Kool Moe Dee\n  album: Knowledge Is King\n  duration_ms: 269235\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Ladies and gentlemen\n  Gentlemen and ladies\n  Adults teenagers adolescents and babies\n  No if's and's but's or maybe's\n  I want the whole world to rock today\n  Because I said I was and always was\n  The baddest rapper on the mic and I proved it does\n  Make a difference\n  On the way you think you syn-\n  Cronize the wise tries\n  To overcome the dumb the drum\n  Beats a pattern that turns into\n  A catalyst that'll just\n  Grab your ear you had to hear\n  A rhyme's contents\n  Beyond nonsense\n  If you're not convinced\n  Get tense and wince\n  Cause I'll make a skeptic\n  Look epileptic\n  Shake and brake like the Holy Ghost connected\n  His body and soul\n  I control\n  His mind is mine cause my\n  Rhyme holds\n  Minds in limbo\n  You resemble\n  A clone of Jim Jones as them bones tremble\n  Shakin' like a leaf in disbelief\n  No chatterin' teeth\n  Can cease pity or grief\n  I got you flipping like a burger\n  Head spinning like a top\n  Weak at the knees\n  And you're about to drop\n  You can't find your heart\n  You need a warrant to search\n  Get off your knees\n  Boy this ain't church\n  You can pray if you wanna pray\n  Say what you wanna say\n  Did you forget you was ambiguous\n  You're gonna pay\n  For doubting my rhyme\n  You better freeze your thought\n  Cause I read minds\n  If you got caught\n  I taught\n  Lessons for second-guessing\n  Reroute doubt\n  I reprogram and deprogram about\n  Two million fans\n  Through rhytmic hypnosis\n  Left in a state\n  Of cataclysmic neurosis\n  Neurotic from a narcotic\n  Known as rhyme\n  Addicted to rap\n  And you're a fiend for mine\n  For my rap info\n  You're a nympho\n  I'll raise the conscience\n  And then hit them so hard with the rhyme\n  I'ma leave you scarred\n  Cause I don't just hit ya\n  I hit ya hard\n  I weave the bob\n  To do the job\n  Set you up with the left\n  As the right writes hard\n  Lyrics stick and move\n  Behind the groove\n  As the beat gets better\n  The rhyme improves\n  Adversaries prepare for a telling loss\n  Bring a stretcher nurse and the smelling salts\n  My rhyme is more\n  Than a fight or a bout\n  You ain't goin' down\n  Boy you're goin' out\n  No count necessary\n  Cause you ain't gettin' up\n  Bad mouthin' ends very\n  Very very abrupt\n  Thought patterns converted\n  Through overt overtures\n  Prepared your mind\n  Much better for metaphors\n  More rap classics\n  Believe me there's no man\n  Not Bach Brahms Beethoven or Chopin\n  Polonaise would ever faze ya\n  Like I faze ya I amaze ya\n  Ali and Fraizer I\n  Get deja vu from listening to\n  The rhymes that cut like an uppercut\n  And rings a bell too\n  I come out smoking\n  Hard from the first round\n  Stinging like a bee\n  And the bell is the worst sound\n  Cause I don't wanna let up\n  If you can get up\n  I'm fed up\n  The rhymes are sped up\n  To mess your head up\n  When the rhyme is over\n  They tally the scorecard\n  I get more points\n  Cause you hit the floor hard\n  But I'm hittin' hard\n  The very last thing\n  That you remember\n  Is a rhyme in your face\n  And the crowd yell timbre\n  Then you fall in a dopefiend nod\n  Cause I don't just hit ya\n  I hit ya hard\n  When I rain\n  It's more like a hurricane\n  You wanna dis\n  Then think of another name\n  Cause I go to work\n  And my rhymes slam\n  Put me to the test\n  You'll fail the exam\n  Cause that's the kind of test\n  You just can't study for\n  You're guaranteed\n  To end up bloody or\n  Broken twisted\n  Fractured blistered\n  Decapitated mutilated\n  Violated it's the\n  Kind of defeat\n  That you just can't live with\n  Try to compete\n  But you just can't get with\n  The Mental Master\n  Hard-ryhme supremist\n  My words have ya\n  Mixed like a chemist\n  My rhymes flow like\n  H-2-O\n  Cleaned with chlorine\n  To make green so\n  The rhyme is purified\n  You can't drink it\n  Biters and suckers\n  Don't even think it\n  The green I made\n  Is a money shade\n  When the rhyme evaporates\n  I get paid\n  Then it's time to rain\n  With the rhyme I know\n  And like plants\n  Watch my people grow\n  I heal sick minds\n  Like Christ himself\n  Touch the soul\n  Like no one else\n  There's only one\n  President Pope and one God\n  There's only one rapper\n  In that class\n  And I hit ya hard\n"}]