[{"id":38415839,"name":"Let's Go","trackName":"Let's Go","artistName":"Kool Moe Dee","albumName":"A Nightmare On Elm Street 5: The Dream Child (Music From The Motion Picture Soundtrack)","duration":326.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"So tell me, how do you feel about Jack the Ripper'?\nGet him!\n\nWant me to get him? Well I got him\nMy mouth is an Uzi and I shot him\nWith the hundreds of rhymes and rhythm designed\nTo make him rewind this time I draw the line\n\nHe's mine, just chill\nDon't nobody touch him 'cos I'mma get ill\nThe boy's phony as a three-dollar bill\nAnd this time I shoot to kill\n\nJust like a sucker you took the bait\nNow you're like a dead fish on my dish, too late\nSo party people kick your feet up, I'm about to heat up\nYou're hungry for a battle now it's time to eat up\n\nBoy, I'm gonna chew you, 'cos I knew\nYou was talkin' that junk punk, now I'mma do you\nThe way you should be done, call you my son\nMake you say, \"Daddy, I don't want none\"\n\nI've had enough of you actin' tough\nYou huff, puff, grab your stuff you cream puff bluff\nTalk about a battle but you don't wanna do it\nYou got yourself into it, you blew it\n\nYou egomaniac, I'm a brainiac\nYou came back with a stone cold plain attack\nYour rhymes are weak-wack, how can you speak that?\nYou need to sneak back to the drawing board Jack\n\nThe Ripper, down with my zipper\nYou get paid to be a Moe Dee tipster\nTryna knock the way I rock, get off my jock\nI'mma knock you out the box, let's go, let's go!\n\nPut up or shut up, get up, yeah what up?\nHuh, get on the microphone and get cut up\nTalk about how your records went double platinum\nWith those lyrics? Huh, I laugh at them\n\nSo you got paid, take the money you've made\nBet it on yourself, are you afraid?\nMoney talks, B.S. walks\nWhen I stalk like a hawk a victory is chalked\n\nSo put your money where your mouth is, you don't know about this\nBattlin's for real men and I doubt if\nYou can even hang or give a run for the money\nYou're just a sucker and it's funny\n\nHow you never ever had a drop of juice in New York\nAnd now you go on tour and try to talk that talk\nYou try to act like you're a big man but you're a big fag\nStridin' and hidin' while ridin' my big man\n\nYou ain't got a chance in the world\nYour records were smokin' but you sound like a girl\nHow you like me now? I'm gettin' busier\nI'm double platinum, hold up\n\nIs he a man or a girl? What in the world?\nYou sound like Cheryl the Pearl\nAnd you wanna battle me on the microphone?\nLeave that crack alone, let's go\n\nLet's go!, I said, let's go!\nCome on, boy, let's go!\nBetter than me?\n\nPicture that with a Kodak\nI don't take no shorts and you know that\nI roll hard, run the rap yard, put up your guard\nI don't get even, I get odd, Todd\n\nAlways one up on ya and I tried to warn ya\nYou slept, you took a back step\nRuined your rep and wept, you should've kept\nYour mouth shut, you know what?\nYou gotta say you're sorry, I'm sorry\nSo what? You call me a punk, you wanna see who's soft?\nPut the microphone down, let's square-off\n\nYou need a hand, you got hands for tryna be me, now L L stands for\nLower Level, Lack Luster, Last Least, Limp Lover\nLousy Lame, Latent Lethargic, Lazy Lemon, Little Logic\nLucky Leech, Liver Lipped, Laborious Louse on a Loser's Lips\nLive in Limbo, Lyrical Lapse, Low Life with the loud raps, boy\n\nYou can't win, huh, I don't bend\nLook what you got yourself in\nJust usin' your name I took those L's\nHung 'em on your head and rocked your bells\n\nNow, here we go, blow for blow, let's throw\nRhyme for rhyme, yours and mine and yo\nWhen it's time to battle rhyme I know\nHow to make it flow, so let's go\n\nTo the ring, rapper's sing and swing\nWords and, see who deserves to be king\nServe a blow to that ego\nAs if you didn't know, let's go, let's go, let's go!\n\nHow can you say you're the best?\nGet put to the test in front of a million and fess\nTried to withdraw because you saw\nThe juice I got's not like before\n\nHuh, I'm formidable, unforgettable\nYou're submittable, you look pitiful\nYeah you're headstrong but you're dead wrong\nWanna survive? Stick with the love songs\n\nTake off your shirt, flex and flirt\nAnd leave the real hard rhymes to the hard rhyme experts\nIf you don't, boy you'll get hurt\nFeel like dirt and have to revert\n\nTo comin' on stage butt naked\nTo make up for what you can't do on record\nOpen your eyes twice the size and realize\nI'm on the rise and you're on the demise\n\nOstracized by my reprise\nStep in my face and watch how that head flies\nI mean business and I'm serious\nI ain't sellin' out and now here he is\n\nFrontin' and fakin' and talkin' about makin'\nThe money from money, now don't you know they can\nUse your support 'cos you've got caught\nSigned, sealed, delivered, sold and bought\n\nA puppet on a string with no heart\nA fool and his money will always part\nYou used to be a rapper, turned into a businessman\nLoafin' on the job and cheatin' the fans\n\nI'm too potent, powerful and spiritual\nMental, emotional, physical and lyrical\nYou wanna beat me? It's gonna take a miracle\nYou've got a lock on my jock like a pitbull","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.41]So tell me, how do you feel about Jack the Ripper'?\n[00:10.96]Get him!\n[00:12.28]Want me to get him? Well I got him\n[00:13.76]My mouth is an Uzi and I shot him\n[00:15.55]With the hundreds of rhymes and rhythm designed\n[00:17.43]To make him rewind this time I draw the line\n[00:19.64]He's mine, just chill\n[00:21.50]Don't nobody touch him 'cos I'mma get ill\n[00:24.38]The boy's phony as a three-dollar bill\n[00:26.34]And this time I shoot to kill\n[00:28.99]Just like a sucker you took the bait\n[00:30.43]Now you're like a dead fish on my dish, too late\n[00:32.88]So party people kick your feet up, I'm about to heat up\n[00:34.71]You're hungry for a battle now it's time to eat up\n[00:36.96]Boy, I'm gonna chew you, 'cos I knew\n[00:39.05]You was talkin' that junk punk, now I'mma do you\n[00:41.46]The way you should be done, call you my son\n[00:43.82]Make you say, \"Daddy, I don't want none\"\n[00:45.85]I've had enough of you actin' tough\n[00:47.33]You huff, puff, grab your stuff you cream puff bluff\n[00:49.92]Talk about a battle but you don't wanna do it\n[00:52.54]You got yourself into it, you blew it\n[00:54.00]You egomaniac, I'm a brainiac\n[00:57.30]You came back with a stone cold plain attack\n[00:58.51]Your rhymes are weak-wack, how can you speak that?\n[01:00.32]You need to sneak back to the drawing board Jack\n[01:02.73]The Ripper, down with my zipper\n[01:04.90]You get paid to be a Moe Dee tipster\n[01:06.68]Tryna knock the way I rock, get off my jock\n[01:09.07]I'mma knock you out the box, let's go, let's go!\n[01:20.45]Put up or shut up, get up, yeah what up?\n[01:21.90]Huh, get on the microphone and get cut up\n[01:23.73]Talk about how your records went double platinum\n[01:26.04]With those lyrics? Huh, I laugh at them\n[01:28.96]So you got paid, take the money you've made\n[01:29.99]Bet it on yourself, are you afraid?\n[01:32.18]Money talks, B.S. walks\n[01:34.50]When I stalk like a hawk a victory is chalked\n[01:35.69]So put your money where your mouth is, you don't know about this\n[01:38.06]Battlin's for real men and I doubt if\n[01:40.14]You can even hang or give a run for the money\n[01:42.79]You're just a sucker and it's funny\n[01:45.19]How you never ever had a drop of juice in New York\n[01:47.03]And now you go on tour and try to talk that talk\n[01:49.20]You try to act like you're a big man but you're a big fag\n[01:52.26]Stridin' and hidin' while ridin' my big man\n[01:53.59]You ain't got a chance in the world\n[01:57.27]Your records were smokin' but you sound like a girl\n[01:58.39]How you like me now? I'm gettin' busier\n[02:00.14]I'm double platinum, hold up\n[02:01.80]Is he a man or a girl? What in the world?\n[02:04.21]You sound like Cheryl the Pearl\n[02:06.69]And you wanna battle me on the microphone?\n[02:08.31]Leave that crack alone, let's go\n[02:10.52]Let's go!, I said, let's go!\n[02:22.60]Come on, boy, let's go!\n[02:27.13]Better than me?\n[02:28.45]Picture that with a Kodak\n[02:29.90]I don't take no shorts and you know that\n[02:32.12]I roll hard, run the rap yard, put up your guard\n[02:34.72]I don't get even, I get odd, Todd\n[02:37.15]Always one up on ya and I tried to warn ya\n[02:40.82]You slept, you took a back step\n[02:43.86]Ruined your rep and wept, you should've kept\n[02:44.70]Your mouth shut, you know what?\n[02:46.49]You gotta say you're sorry, I'm sorry\n[02:48.85]So what? You call me a punk, you wanna see who's soft?\n[02:50.58]Put the microphone down, let's square-off\n[02:52.99]You need a hand, you got hands for tryna be me, now L L stands for\n[02:55.15]Lower Level, Lack Luster, Last Least, Limp Lover\n[03:01.64]Lousy Lame, Latent Lethargic, Lazy Lemon, Little Logic\n[03:05.74]Lucky Leech, Liver Lipped, Laborious Louse on a Loser's Lips\n[03:10.24]Live in Limbo, Lyrical Lapse, Low Life with the loud raps, boy\n[03:14.64]You can't win, huh, I don't bend\n[03:16.58]Look what you got yourself in\n[03:18.54]Just usin' your name I took those L's\n[03:21.31]Hung 'em on your head and rocked your bells\n[03:22.67]Now, here we go, blow for blow, let's throw\n[03:25.02]Rhyme for rhyme, yours and mine and yo\n[03:27.12]When it's time to battle rhyme I know\n[03:29.34]How to make it flow, so let's go\n[03:31.56]To the ring, rapper's sing and swing\n[03:33.67]Words and, see who deserves to be king\n[03:35.69]Serve a blow to that ego\n[03:38.08]As if you didn't know, let's go, let's go, let's go!\n[03:57.22]How can you say you're the best?\n[03:58.52]Get put to the test in front of a million and fess\n[04:01.18]Tried to withdraw because you saw\n[04:03.98]The juice I got's not like before\n[04:05.30]Huh, I'm formidable, unforgettable\n[04:08.90]You're submittable, you look pitiful\n[04:10.06]Yeah you're headstrong but you're dead wrong\n[04:11.83]Wanna survive? Stick with the love songs\n[04:13.76]Take off your shirt, flex and flirt\n[04:17.42]And leave the real hard rhymes to the hard rhyme experts\n[04:18.35]If you don't, boy you'll get hurt\n[04:20.65]Feel like dirt and have to revert\n[04:22.28]To comin' on stage butt naked\n[04:25.67]To make up for what you can't do on record\n[04:26.96]Open your eyes twice the size and realize\n[04:28.67]I'm on the rise and you're on the demise\n[04:30.86]Ostracized by my reprise\n[04:33.22]Step in my face and watch how that head flies\n[04:35.31]I mean business and I'm serious\n[04:37.55]I ain't sellin' out and now here he is\n[04:39.04]Frontin' and fakin' and talkin' about makin'\n[04:41.68]The money from money, now don't you know they can\n[04:44.05]Use your support 'cos you've got caught\n[04:46.49]Signed, sealed, delivered, sold and bought\n[04:47.72]A puppet on a string with no heart\n[04:49.98]A fool and his money will always part\n[04:52.13]You used to be a rapper, turned into a businessman\n[04:54.28]Loafin' on the job and cheatin' the fans\n[04:56.85]I'm too potent, powerful and spiritual\n[04:58.53]Mental, emotional, physical and lyrical\n[05:00.77]You wanna beat me? It's gonna take a miracle\n[05:02.77]You've got a lock on my jock like a pitbull\n[05:05.15]","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Let's Go\n  artist: Kool Moe Dee\n  album: 'A Nightmare On Elm Street 5: The Dream Child (Music From The Motion Picture Soundtrack)'\n  duration_ms: 326000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: So tell me, how do you feel about Jack the Ripper'?\n  start_ms: 1410\n  end_ms: 10960\n- text: Get him!\n  start_ms: 10960\n  end_ms: 12280\n- text: Want me to get him? 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Well I got him\n  My mouth is an Uzi and I shot him\n  With the hundreds of rhymes and rhythm designed\n  To make him rewind this time I draw the line\n\n  He's mine, just chill\n  Don't nobody touch him 'cos I'mma get ill\n  The boy's phony as a three-dollar bill\n  And this time I shoot to kill\n\n  Just like a sucker you took the bait\n  Now you're like a dead fish on my dish, too late\n  So party people kick your feet up, I'm about to heat up\n  You're hungry for a battle now it's time to eat up\n\n  Boy, I'm gonna chew you, 'cos I knew\n  You was talkin' that junk punk, now I'mma do you\n  The way you should be done, call you my son\n  Make you say, \"Daddy, I don't want none\"\n\n  I've had enough of you actin' tough\n  You huff, puff, grab your stuff you cream puff bluff\n  Talk about a battle but you don't wanna do it\n  You got yourself into it, you blew it\n\n  You egomaniac, I'm a brainiac\n  You came back with a stone cold plain attack\n  Your rhymes are weak-wack, how can you speak that?\n  You need to sneak back to the drawing board Jack\n\n  The Ripper, down with my zipper\n  You get paid to be a Moe Dee tipster\n  Tryna knock the way I rock, get off my jock\n  I'mma knock you out the box, let's go, let's go!\n\n  Put up or shut up, get up, yeah what up?\n  Huh, get on the microphone and get cut up\n  Talk about how your records went double platinum\n  With those lyrics? 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Well I got him\nMy mouth is an Uzi and I shot him\nWith the hundreds of rhymes and rhythm designed\nTo make him rewind this time I draw the line\n\nHe's mine, just chill\nDon't nobody touch him 'cos I'mma get ill\nThe boy's phony as a three-dollar bill\nAnd this time I shoot to kill\n\nJust like a sucker you took the bait\nNow you're like a dead fish on my dish, too late\nSo party people kick your feet up, I'm about to heat up\nYou're hungry for a battle now it's time to eat up\n\nBoy, I'm gonna chew you, 'cos I knew\nYou was talkin' that junk punk, now I'mma do you\nThe way you should be done, call you my son\nMake you say, \"Daddy, I don't want none\"\n\nI've had enough of you actin' tough\nYou huff, puff, grab your stuff you cream puff bluff\nTalk about a battle but you don't wanna do it\nYou got yourself into it, you blew it\n\nYou egomaniac, I'm a brainiac\nYou came back with a stone cold plain attack\nYour rhymes are weak-wack, how can you speak that?\nYou need to sneak back to the drawing board Jack\n\nThe Ripper, down with my zipper\nYou get paid to be a Moe Dee tipster\nTryna knock the way I rock, get off my jock\nI'mma knock you out the box, let's go, let's go!\n\nPut up or shut up, get up, yeah what up?\nHuh, get on the microphone and get cut up\nTalk about how your records went double platinum\nWith those lyrics? Huh, I laugh at them\n\nSo you got paid, take the money you've made\nBet it on yourself, are you afraid?\nMoney talks, B.S. walks\nWhen I stalk like a hawk a victory is chalked\n\nSo put your money where your mouth is, you don't know about this\nBattlin's for real men and I doubt if\nYou can even hang or give a run for the money\nYou're just a sucker and it's funny\n\nHow you never ever had a drop of juice in New York\nAnd now you go on tour and try to talk that talk\nYou try to act like you're a big man but you're a big fag\nStridin' and hidin' while ridin' my big man\n\nYou ain't got a chance in the world\nYour records were smokin' but you sound like a girl\nHow you like me now? I'm gettin' busier\nI'm double platinum, hold up\n\nIs he a man or a girl? What in the world?\nYou sound like Cheryl the Pearl\nAnd you wanna battle me on the microphone?\nLeave that crack alone, let's go\n\nLet's go!, I said, let's go!\nCome on, boy, let's go!\nBetter than me?\n\nPicture that with a Kodak\nI don't take no shorts and you know that\nI roll hard, run the rap yard, put up your guard\nI don't get even, I get odd, Todd\n\nAlways one up on ya and I tried to warn ya\nYou slept, you took a back step\nRuined your rep and wept, you should've kept\nYour mouth shut, you know what?\nYou gotta say you're sorry, I'm sorry\nSo what? You call me a punk, you wanna see who's soft?\nPut the microphone down, let's square-off\n\nYou need a hand, you got hands for tryna be me, now L L stands for\nLower Level, Lack Luster, Last Least, Limp Lover\nLousy Lame, Latent Lethargic, Lazy Lemon, Little Logic\nLucky Leech, Liver Lipped, Laborious Louse on a Loser's Lips\nLive in Limbo, Lyrical Lapse, Low Life with the loud raps, boy\n\nYou can't win, huh, I don't bend\nLook what you got yourself in\nJust usin' your name I took those L's\nHung 'em on your head and rocked your bells\n\nNow, here we go, blow for blow, let's throw\nRhyme for rhyme, yours and mine and yo\nWhen it's time to battle rhyme I know\nHow to make it flow, so let's go\n\nTo the ring, rapper's sing and swing\nWords and, see who deserves to be king\nServe a blow to that ego\nAs if you didn't know, let's go, let's go, let's go!\n\nHow can you say you're the best?\nGet put to the test in front of a million and fess\nTried to withdraw because you saw\nThe juice I got's not like before\n\nHuh, I'm formidable, unforgettable\nYou're submittable, you look pitiful\nYeah you're headstrong but you're dead wrong\nWanna survive? 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Well I got him\n  My mouth is an Uzi and I shot him\n  With the hundreds of rhymes and rhythm designed\n  To make him rewind this time I draw the line\n\n  He's mine, just chill\n  Don't nobody touch him 'cos I'mma get ill\n  The boy's phony as a three-dollar bill\n  And this time I shoot to kill\n\n  Just like a sucker you took the bait\n  Now you're like a dead fish on my dish, too late\n  So party people kick your feet up, I'm about to heat up\n  You're hungry for a battle now it's time to eat up\n\n  Boy, I'm gonna chew you, 'cos I knew\n  You was talkin' that junk punk, now I'mma do you\n  The way you should be done, call you my son\n  Make you say, \"Daddy, I don't want none\"\n\n  I've had enough of you actin' tough\n  You huff, puff, grab your stuff you cream puff bluff\n  Talk about a battle but you don't wanna do it\n  You got yourself into it, you blew it\n\n  You egomaniac, I'm a brainiac\n  You came back with a stone cold plain attack\n  Your rhymes are weak-wack, how can you speak that?\n  You need to sneak back to the drawing board Jack\n\n  The Ripper, down with my zipper\n  You get paid to be a Moe Dee tipster\n  Tryna knock the way I rock, get off my jock\n  I'mma knock you out the box, let's go, let's go!\n\n  Put up or shut up, get up, yeah what up?\n  Huh, get on the microphone and get cut up\n  Talk about how your records went double platinum\n  With those lyrics? 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What in the world?\n  You sound like Cheryl the Pearl\n  And you wanna battle me on the microphone?\n  Leave that crack alone, let's go\n\n  Let's go!, I said, let's go!\n  Come on, boy, let's go!\n  Better than me?\n\n  Picture that with a Kodak\n  I don't take no shorts and you know that\n  I roll hard, run the rap yard, put up your guard\n  I don't get even, I get odd, Todd\n\n  Always one up on ya and I tried to warn ya\n  You slept, you took a back step\n  Ruined your rep and wept, you should've kept\n  Your mouth shut, you know what?\n  You gotta say you're sorry, I'm sorry\n  So what? 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Well I got him\nMy mouth is an Uzi and I shot him\nWith the hundreds of rhymes and rhythm designed\nTo make him rewind, this time I draw the line\nHe's mine...just chill\nDon't nobody touch him 'cause Imma get ill\nThe boy's phony as a three-dollar bill\nAnd this time I shoot to kill\nJust like a sucker you took the bait\nNow you're like a dead fish on my dish, too late\nSo party people kick your feet up, I'm about to heat up\nYou're hungry for a battle, now it's time to eat up\nBoy, I'm gonna chew you, 'cause I knew you was\nTalkin' that junk, punk, now Imma do you\nThe way you should be done, call you my son\nMake you say \"Daddy, I don't want none\"\nI've had enough of you actin' tough\nYou huff, puff, grab your stuff you cream puff bluff\nTalk about a battle, but you don't want to do it\nYou got yourself into it, you blew it\nYou egomaniac, I'm a brainiac\nYou came back with a stone cold plain attack\nYour rhymes are weak-wack, how can you speak that?\nYou need to sneak back to the drawing board Jack...\nThe Ripper, down with my zipper\nYou get paid to be a Moe Dee tipster\nTryna knock the way I rock, get off my jock\nImma knock you out the box, let's go...\nLet's Go!\n[Verse 2]\nPut up or shut up, get up, yeah what up?\nHuh, get on the microphone and get cut up\nTalk about how your records went double platinum\nWith those lyrics?! Huh, I laugh at them\nSo you got paid, take the money you've made\nBet it on yourself, are you afraid?\nMoney talks, B.S. walks\nWhen I stalk like a hawk a victory is chalked\nSo put your money where your mouth is, you don't know about this\nBattlin's for real men, and I doubt if\nYou can even hang or give a run for the money\nYou're just a sucker, and it's funny\nHow you never ever had a drop of juice in New York\nAnd now you go on tour and try to talk that talk\nYou try to act like you're a big man, but you're a big fag\nStridin' and hidin' while ridin' my big man\nYou ain't got a chance in the world\nYour records were smokin', but you sound like a girl...\n[How you like me now? I'm gettin' busier\nI'm double platinum]  Hold up, is he a\nMan or a girl? What in the world?\nYou sound like Cheryl the Pearl\nAnd you want to battle me on the microphone?\nLeave that crack alone, let's go...\nLet's Go!\nI said, Let's Go!\nCome on, boy! Let's Go!\nBetter than me?\n[Verse 3]\nPicture that with a Kodak\nI don't take no shorts and you know that\nI roll hard, run the rap yard, put up your guard\nI don't get even, I get odd, Todd\nAlways one up on ya\nAnd I tried to warn ya\nYou slept, you took a backstep\nRuined your rep and wept, you should've kept\nYour mouth shut, you know what?\nYou gotta say you're sorry  [I'm sorry]  So what?\nYou call me a punk, you want to see who's soft?\nPut the microphone down, let's square-off\nYou need a hand, you got hands for\nTryna be me, now LL stands for\nLower Level, Lack Lustre\nLast Least, Limp Lover\nLousy Lame, Latent Lethargic\nLazy Lemon, Little Logic\nLucky Leech, Liver Lipped\nLaborious Louse on a Loser's Lips\nLive in Limbo, Lyrical Lapse\nLow Life with the loud raps, boy\nYou can't win, huh, I don't bend\nLook what you got yourself in\nJust usin' your name I took those L's\nHung 'em on your head and rocked your bells\nNow, here we go, blow for blow, let's throw\nRhyme for rhyme, yours and mine, and yo\nWhen it's time to battle rhyme I know\nHow to make it flow, so let's go\nTo the ring, rapper's sing and swing\nWords and verse, see who deserves to be king\nServe a blow to that ego\nAs if you didn't know, let's go...\nLet's Go!\nLet's Go!\n[Verse 4]\nHow can you say you're the best?\nGet put to the test in front of a million and fess\nTried to withdraw because you saw\nThe juice I got's not like before\nHuh, I'm formidable, unforgettable\nYou're submittable, you look pitiful\nYeah you're headstrong, but you're dead wrong\nwant to survive? Stick with the love songs\nTake off your shirt, flex and flirt\nAnd leave the real hard rhymes to the hard rhyme experts\nIf you don't, boy you'll get hurt\nFeel like dirt and have to revert\nTo comin' on stage butt naked\nTo make up for what you can't do on record\nOpen your eyes twice the size and realise\nI'm on the rise and you're on the demise\nOstracized by my reprise\nStep in my face and watch how that head flies\nI mean business and I'm serious\nI ain't sellin' out and now here he is\nFrontin' and fakin' and talkin' about makin'\nThe money from money, now don't you know they can\nUse your support 'cause you've got caught\nSigned, sealed, delivered, sold and bought\nA puppet on a string with no heart\nA fool and his money will always part\nYou used to be a rapper, turned into a businessman\nLoafin' on the job and cheatin' the fans\nI'm too potent, powerful and spiritual\nMental, emotional, physical and lyrical\nYou want to beat me? 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Well I got him\n  My mouth is an Uzi and I shot him\n  With the hundreds of rhymes and rhythm designed\n  To make him rewind, this time I draw the line\n  He's mine...just chill\n  Don't nobody touch him 'cause Imma get ill\n  The boy's phony as a three-dollar bill\n  And this time I shoot to kill\n  Just like a sucker you took the bait\n  Now you're like a dead fish on my dish, too late\n  So party people kick your feet up, I'm about to heat up\n  You're hungry for a battle, now it's time to eat up\n  Boy, I'm gonna chew you, 'cause I knew you was\n  Talkin' that junk, punk, now Imma do you\n  The way you should be done, call you my son\n  Make you say \"Daddy, I don't want none\"\n  I've had enough of you actin' tough\n  You huff, puff, grab your stuff you cream puff bluff\n  Talk about a battle, but you don't want to do it\n  You got yourself into it, you blew it\n  You egomaniac, I'm a brainiac\n  You came back with a stone cold plain attack\n  Your rhymes are weak-wack, how can you speak that?\n  You need to sneak back to the drawing board Jack...\n  The Ripper, down with my zipper\n  You get paid to be a Moe Dee tipster\n  Tryna knock the way I rock, get off my jock\n  Imma knock you out the box, let's go...\n  Let's Go!\n  [Verse 2]\n  Put up or shut up, get up, yeah what up?\n  Huh, get on the microphone and get cut up\n  Talk about how your records went double platinum\n  With those lyrics?! Huh, I laugh at them\n  So you got paid, take the money you've made\n  Bet it on yourself, are you afraid?\n  Money talks, B.S. walks\n  When I stalk like a hawk a victory is chalked\n  So put your money where your mouth is, you don't know about this\n  Battlin's for real men, and I doubt if\n  You can even hang or give a run for the money\n  You're just a sucker, and it's funny\n  How you never ever had a drop of juice in New York\n  And now you go on tour and try to talk that talk\n  You try to act like you're a big man, but you're a big fag\n  Stridin' and hidin' while ridin' my big man\n  You ain't got a chance in the world\n  Your records were smokin', but you sound like a girl...\n  [How you like me now? I'm gettin' busier\n  I'm double platinum]  Hold up, is he a\n  Man or a girl? What in the world?\n  You sound like Cheryl the Pearl\n  And you want to battle me on the microphone?\n  Leave that crack alone, let's go...\n  Let's Go!\n  I said, Let's Go!\n  Come on, boy! Let's Go!\n  Better than me?\n  [Verse 3]\n  Picture that with a Kodak\n  I don't take no shorts and you know that\n  I roll hard, run the rap yard, put up your guard\n  I don't get even, I get odd, Todd\n  Always one up on ya\n  And I tried to warn ya\n  You slept, you took a backstep\n  Ruined your rep and wept, you should've kept\n  Your mouth shut, you know what?\n  You gotta say you're sorry  [I'm sorry]  So what?\n  You call me a punk, you want to see who's soft?\n  Put the microphone down, let's square-off\n  You need a hand, you got hands for\n  Tryna be me, now LL stands for\n  Lower Level, Lack Lustre\n  Last Least, Limp Lover\n  Lousy Lame, Latent Lethargic\n  Lazy Lemon, Little Logic\n  Lucky Leech, Liver Lipped\n  Laborious Louse on a Loser's Lips\n  Live in Limbo, Lyrical Lapse\n  Low Life with the loud raps, boy\n  You can't win, huh, I don't bend\n  Look what you got yourself in\n  Just usin' your name I took those L's\n  Hung 'em on your head and rocked your bells\n  Now, here we go, blow for blow, let's throw\n  Rhyme for rhyme, yours and mine, and yo\n  When it's time to battle rhyme I know\n  How to make it flow, so let's go\n  To the ring, rapper's sing and swing\n  Words and verse, see who deserves to be king\n  Serve a blow to that ego\n  As if you didn't know, let's go...\n  Let's Go!\n  Let's Go!\n  [Verse 4]\n  How can you say you're the best?\n  Get put to the test in front of a million and fess\n  Tried to withdraw because you saw\n  The juice I got's not like before\n  Huh, I'm formidable, unforgettable\n  You're submittable, you look pitiful\n  Yeah you're headstrong, but you're dead wrong\n  want to survive? Stick with the love songs\n  Take off your shirt, flex and flirt\n  And leave the real hard rhymes to the hard rhyme experts\n  If you don't, boy you'll get hurt\n  Feel like dirt and have to revert\n  To comin' on stage butt naked\n  To make up for what you can't do on record\n  Open your eyes twice the size and realise\n  I'm on the rise and you're on the demise\n  Ostracized by my reprise\n  Step in my face and watch how that head flies\n  I mean business and I'm serious\n  I ain't sellin' out and now here he is\n  Frontin' and fakin' and talkin' about makin'\n  The money from money, now don't you know they can\n  Use your support 'cause you've got caught\n  Signed, sealed, delivered, sold and bought\n  A puppet on a string with no heart\n  A fool and his money will always part\n  You used to be a rapper, turned into a businessman\n  Loafin' on the job and cheatin' the fans\n  I'm too potent, powerful and spiritual\n  Mental, emotional, physical and lyrical\n  You want to beat me? 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Well I got him\nMy mouth is an Uzi and I shot him\nWith the hundreds of rhymes and rhythm designed\nTo make him rewind this time I draw the line\n\nHe's mine, just chill\nDon't nobody touch him 'cos I'mma get ill\nThe boy's phony as a three-dollar bill\nAnd this time I shoot to kill\n\nJust like a sucker you took the bait\nNow you're like a dead fish on my dish, too late\nSo party people kick your feet up, I'm about to heat up\nYou're hungry for a battle now it's time to eat up\n\nBoy, I'm gonna chew you, 'cos I knew\nYou was talkin' that junk punk, now I'mma do you\nThe way you should be done, call you my son\nMake you say, \"Daddy, I don't want none\"\n\nI've had enough of you actin' tough\nYou huff, puff, grab your stuff you cream puff bluff\nTalk about a battle but you don't wanna do it\nYou got yourself into it, you blew it\n\nYou egomaniac, I'm a brainiac\nYou came back with a stone cold plain attack\nYour rhymes are weak-wack, how can you speak that?\nYou need to sneak back to the drawing board Jack\n\nThe Ripper, down with my zipper\nYou get paid to be a Moe Dee tipster\nTryna knock the way I rock, get off my jock\nI'mma knock you out the box, let's go, let's go!\n\nPut up or shut up, get up, yeah what up?\nHuh, get on the microphone and get cut up\nTalk about how your records went double platinum\nWith those lyrics? Huh, I laugh at them\n\nSo you got paid, take the money you've made\nBet it on yourself, are you afraid?\nMoney talks, B.S. walks\nWhen I stalk like a hawk a victory is chalked\n\nSo put your money where your mouth is, you don't know about this\nBattlin's for real men and I doubt if\nYou can even hang or give a run for the money\nYou're just a sucker and it's funny\n\nHow you never ever had a drop of juice in New York\nAnd now you go on tour and try to talk that talk\nYou try to act like you're a big man but you're a big fag\nStridin' and hidin' while ridin' my big man\n\nYou ain't got a chance in the world\nYour records were smokin' but you sound like a girl\nHow you like me now? I'm gettin' busier\nI'm double platinum, hold up\n\nIs he a man or a girl? What in the world?\nYou sound like Cheryl the Pearl\nAnd you wanna battle me on the microphone?\nLeave that crack alone, let's go\n\nLet's go!, I said, let's go!\nCome on, boy, let's go!\nBetter than me?\n\nPicture that with a Kodak\nI don't take no shorts and you know that\nI roll hard, run the rap yard, put up your guard\nI don't get even, I get odd, Todd\n\nAlways one up on ya and I tried to warn ya\nYou slept, you took a back step\nRuined your rep and wept, you should've kept\nYour mouth shut, you know what?\nYou gotta say you're sorry, I'm sorry\nSo what? You call me a punk, you wanna see who's soft?\nPut the microphone down, let's square-off\n\nYou need a hand, you got hands for tryna be me, now L L stands for\nLower Level, Lack Luster, Last Least, Limp Lover\nLousy Lame, Latent Lethargic, Lazy Lemon, Little Logic\nLucky Leech, Liver Lipped, Laborious Louse on a Loser's Lips\nLive in Limbo, Lyrical Lapse, Low Life with the loud raps, boy\n\nYou can't win, huh, I don't bend\nLook what you got yourself in\nJust usin' your name I took those L's\nHung 'em on your head and rocked your bells\n\nNow, here we go, blow for blow, let's throw\nRhyme for rhyme, yours and mine and yo\nWhen it's time to battle rhyme I know\nHow to make it flow, so let's go\n\nTo the ring, rapper's sing and swing\nWords and, see who deserves to be king\nServe a blow to that ego\nAs if you didn't know, let's go, let's go, let's go!\n\nHow can you say you're the best?\nGet put to the test in front of a million and fess\nTried to withdraw because you saw\nThe juice I got's not like before\n\nHuh, I'm formidable, unforgettable\nYou're submittable, you look pitiful\nYeah you're headstrong but you're dead wrong\nWanna survive? Stick with the love songs\n\nTake off your shirt, flex and flirt\nAnd leave the real hard rhymes to the hard rhyme experts\nIf you don't, boy you'll get hurt\nFeel like dirt and have to revert\n\nTo comin' on stage butt naked\nTo make up for what you can't do on record\nOpen your eyes twice the size and realize\nI'm on the rise and you're on the demise\n\nOstracized by my reprise\nStep in my face and watch how that head flies\nI mean business and I'm serious\nI ain't sellin' out and now here he is\n\nFrontin' and fakin' and talkin' about makin'\nThe money from money, now don't you know they can\nUse your support 'cos you've got caught\nSigned, sealed, delivered, sold and bought\n\nA puppet on a string with no heart\nA fool and his money will always part\nYou used to be a rapper, turned into a businessman\nLoafin' on the job and cheatin' the fans\n\nI'm too potent, powerful and spiritual\nMental, emotional, physical and lyrical\nYou wanna beat me? 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Stick with the love songs\n[04:13.76] Take off your shirt, flex and flirt\n[04:17.42] And leave the real hard rhymes to the hard rhyme experts\n[04:18.35] If you don't, boy you'll get hurt\n[04:20.65] Feel like dirt and have to revert\n[04:22.28] To comin' on stage butt naked\n[04:25.67] To make up for what you can't do on record\n[04:26.96] Open your eyes twice the size and realize\n[04:28.67] I'm on the rise and you're on the demise\n[04:30.86] Ostracized by my reprise\n[04:33.22] Step in my face and watch how that head flies\n[04:35.31] I mean business and I'm serious\n[04:37.55] I ain't sellin' out and now here he is\n[04:39.04] Frontin' and fakin' and talkin' about makin'\n[04:41.68] The money from money, now don't you know they can\n[04:44.05] Use your support 'cos you've got caught\n[04:46.49] Signed, sealed, delivered, sold and bought\n[04:47.72] A puppet on a string with no heart\n[04:49.98] A fool and his money will always part\n[04:52.13] You used to be a rapper, turned into a businessman\n[04:54.28] Loafin' on the job and cheatin' the fans\n[04:56.85] I'm too potent, powerful and spiritual\n[04:58.53] Mental, emotional, physical and lyrical\n[05:00.77] You wanna beat me? 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Well I got him\n  My mouth is an Uzi and I shot him\n  With the hundreds of rhymes and rhythm designed\n  To make him rewind this time I draw the line\n\n  He's mine, just chill\n  Don't nobody touch him 'cos I'mma get ill\n  The boy's phony as a three-dollar bill\n  And this time I shoot to kill\n\n  Just like a sucker you took the bait\n  Now you're like a dead fish on my dish, too late\n  So party people kick your feet up, I'm about to heat up\n  You're hungry for a battle now it's time to eat up\n\n  Boy, I'm gonna chew you, 'cos I knew\n  You was talkin' that junk punk, now I'mma do you\n  The way you should be done, call you my son\n  Make you say, \"Daddy, I don't want none\"\n\n  I've had enough of you actin' tough\n  You huff, puff, grab your stuff you cream puff bluff\n  Talk about a battle but you don't wanna do it\n  You got yourself into it, you blew it\n\n  You egomaniac, I'm a brainiac\n  You came back with a stone cold plain attack\n  Your rhymes are weak-wack, how can you speak that?\n  You need to sneak back to the drawing board Jack\n\n  The Ripper, down with my zipper\n  You get paid to be a Moe Dee tipster\n  Tryna knock the way I rock, get off my jock\n  I'mma knock you out the box, let's go, let's go!\n\n  Put up or shut up, get up, yeah what up?\n  Huh, get on the microphone and get cut up\n  Talk about how your records went double platinum\n  With those lyrics? 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What in the world?\n  You sound like Cheryl the Pearl\n  And you wanna battle me on the microphone?\n  Leave that crack alone, let's go\n\n  Let's go!, I said, let's go!\n  Come on, boy, let's go!\n  Better than me?\n\n  Picture that with a Kodak\n  I don't take no shorts and you know that\n  I roll hard, run the rap yard, put up your guard\n  I don't get even, I get odd, Todd\n\n  Always one up on ya and I tried to warn ya\n  You slept, you took a back step\n  Ruined your rep and wept, you should've kept\n  Your mouth shut, you know what?\n  You gotta say you're sorry, I'm sorry\n  So what? 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Well I got him\nMy mouth is an Uzi and I shot him\nWith the hundreds of rhymes and rhythm designed\nTo make him rewind this time I draw the line\n\nHe's mine, just chill\nDon't nobody touch him 'cos I'mma get ill\nThe boy's phony as a three-dollar bill\nAnd this time I shoot to kill\n\nJust like a sucker you took the bait\nNow you're like a dead fish on my dish, too late\nSo party people kick your feet up, I'm about to heat up\nYou're hungry for a battle now it's time to eat up\n\nBoy, I'm gonna chew you, 'cos I knew\nYou was talkin' that junk punk, now I'mma do you\nThe way you should be done, call you my son\nMake you say, \"Daddy, I don't want none\"\n\nI've had enough of you actin' tough\nYou huff, puff, grab your stuff you cream puff bluff\nTalk about a battle but you don't wanna do it\nYou got yourself into it, you blew it\n\nYou egomaniac, I'm a brainiac\nYou came back with a stone cold plain attack\nYour rhymes are weak-wack, how can you speak that?\nYou need to sneak back to the drawing board Jack\n\nThe Ripper, down with my zipper\nYou get paid to be a Moe Dee tipster\nTryna knock the way I rock, get off my jock\nI'mma knock you out the box, let's go, let's go!\n\nPut up or shut up, get up, yeah what up?\nHuh, get on the microphone and get cut up\nTalk about how your records went double platinum\nWith those lyrics? 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What in the world?\nYou sound like Cheryl the Pearl\nAnd you wanna battle me on the microphone?\nLeave that crack alone, let's go\n\nLet's go!, I said, let's go!\nCome on, boy, let's go!\nBetter than me?\n\nPicture that with a Kodak\nI don't take no shorts and you know that\nI roll hard, run the rap yard, put up your guard\nI don't get even, I get odd, Todd\n\nAlways one up on ya and I tried to warn ya\nYou slept, you took a back step\nRuined your rep and wept, you should've kept\nYour mouth shut, you know what?\nYou gotta say you're sorry, I'm sorry\nSo what? 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Well I got him\n[00:13.76] My mouth is an Uzi and I shot him\n[00:15.55] With the hundreds of rhymes and rhythm designed\n[00:17.43] To make him rewind this time I draw the line\n[00:19.64] He's mine, just chill\n[00:21.50] Don't nobody touch him 'cos I'mma get ill\n[00:24.38] The boy's phony as a three-dollar bill\n[00:26.34] And this time I shoot to kill\n[00:28.99] Just like a sucker you took the bait\n[00:30.43] Now you're like a dead fish on my dish, too late\n[00:32.88] So party people kick your feet up, I'm about to heat up\n[00:34.71] You're hungry for a battle now it's time to eat up\n[00:36.96] Boy, I'm gonna chew you, 'cos I knew\n[00:39.05] You was talkin' that junk punk, now I'mma do you\n[00:41.46] The way you should be done, call you my son\n[00:43.82] Make you say, \"Daddy, I don't want none\"\n[00:45.85] I've had enough of you actin' tough\n[00:47.33] You huff, puff, grab your stuff you cream puff bluff\n[00:49.92] Talk about a battle but you don't wanna do it\n[00:52.54] You got yourself into it, you blew it\n[00:54.00] You egomaniac, I'm a brainiac\n[00:57.30] You came back with a stone cold plain attack\n[00:58.51] Your rhymes are weak-wack, how can you speak that?\n[01:00.32] You need to sneak back to the drawing board Jack\n[01:02.73] The Ripper, down with my zipper\n[01:04.90] You get paid to be a Moe Dee tipster\n[01:06.68] Tryna knock the way I rock, get off my jock\n[01:09.07] I'mma knock you out the box, let's go, let's go!\n[01:20.45] Put up or shut up, get up, yeah what up?\n[01:21.90] Huh, get on the microphone and get cut up\n[01:23.73] Talk about how your records went double platinum\n[01:26.04] With those lyrics? Huh, I laugh at them\n[01:28.96] So you got paid, take the money you've made\n[01:29.99] Bet it on yourself, are you afraid?\n[01:32.18] Money talks, B.S. walks\n[01:34.50] When I stalk like a hawk a victory is chalked\n[01:35.69] So put your money where your mouth is, you don't know about this\n[01:38.06] Battlin's for real men and I doubt if\n[01:40.14] You can even hang or give a run for the money\n[01:42.79] You're just a sucker and it's funny\n[01:45.19] How you never ever had a drop of juice in New York\n[01:47.03] And now you go on tour and try to talk that talk\n[01:49.20] You try to act like you're a big man but you're a big fag\n[01:52.26] Stridin' and hidin' while ridin' my big man\n[01:53.59] You ain't got a chance in the world\n[01:57.27] Your records were smokin' but you sound like a girl\n[01:58.39] How you like me now? I'm gettin' busier\n[02:00.14] I'm double platinum, hold up\n[02:01.80] Is he a man or a girl? 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Well I got him\nMy mouth is an Uzi and I shot him\nWith the hundreds of rhymes and rhythm designed\nTo make him rewind this time I draw the line\n\nHe's mine, just chill\nDon't nobody touch him 'cos I'mma get ill\nThe boy's phony as a three-dollar bill\nAnd this time I shoot to kill\n\nJust like a sucker you took the bait\nNow you're like a dead fish on my dish, too late\nSo party people kick your feet up, I'm about to heat up\nYou're hungry for a battle now it's time to eat up\n\nBoy, I'm gonna chew you, 'cos I knew\nYou was talkin' that junk punk, now I'mma do you\nThe way you should be done, call you my son\nMake you say, \"Daddy, I don't want none\"\n\nI've had enough of you actin' tough\nYou huff, puff, grab your stuff you cream puff bluff\nTalk about a battle but you don't wanna do it\nYou got yourself into it, you blew it\n\nYou egomaniac, I'm a brainiac\nYou came back with a stone cold plain attack\nYour rhymes are weak-wack, how can you speak that?\nYou need to sneak back to the drawing board Jack\n\nThe Ripper, down with my zipper\nYou get paid to be a Moe Dee tipster\nTryna knock the way I rock, get off my jock\nI'mma knock you out the box, let's go, let's go!\n\nPut up or shut up, get up, yeah what up?\nHuh, get on the microphone and get cut up\nTalk about how your records went double platinum\nWith those lyrics? 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Well I got him\n  My mouth is an Uzi and I shot him\n  With the hundreds of rhymes and rhythm designed\n  To make him rewind this time I draw the line\n\n  He's mine, just chill\n  Don't nobody touch him 'cos I'mma get ill\n  The boy's phony as a three-dollar bill\n  And this time I shoot to kill\n\n  Just like a sucker you took the bait\n  Now you're like a dead fish on my dish, too late\n  So party people kick your feet up, I'm about to heat up\n  You're hungry for a battle now it's time to eat up\n\n  Boy, I'm gonna chew you, 'cos I knew\n  You was talkin' that junk punk, now I'mma do you\n  The way you should be done, call you my son\n  Make you say, \"Daddy, I don't want none\"\n\n  I've had enough of you actin' tough\n  You huff, puff, grab your stuff you cream puff bluff\n  Talk about a battle but you don't wanna do it\n  You got yourself into it, you blew it\n\n  You egomaniac, I'm a brainiac\n  You came back with a stone cold plain attack\n  Your rhymes are weak-wack, how can you speak that?\n  You need to sneak back to the drawing board Jack\n\n  The Ripper, down with my zipper\n  You get paid to be a Moe Dee tipster\n  Tryna knock the way I rock, get off my jock\n  I'mma knock you out the box, let's go, let's go!\n\n  Put up or shut up, get up, yeah what up?\n  Huh, get on the microphone and get cut up\n  Talk about how your records went double platinum\n  With those lyrics? 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What in the world?\n  You sound like Cheryl the Pearl\n  And you wanna battle me on the microphone?\n  Leave that crack alone, let's go\n\n  Let's go!, I said, let's go!\n  Come on, boy, let's go!\n  Better than me?\n\n  Picture that with a Kodak\n  I don't take no shorts and you know that\n  I roll hard, run the rap yard, put up your guard\n  I don't get even, I get odd, Todd\n\n  Always one up on ya and I tried to warn ya\n  You slept, you took a back step\n  Ruined your rep and wept, you should've kept\n  Your mouth shut, you know what?\n  You gotta say you're sorry, I'm sorry\n  So what? 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Well I got him\nMy mouth is an Uzi and I shot him\nWith the hundreds of rhymes and rhythm designed\nTo make him rewind this time I draw the line\n\nHe's mine, just chill\nDon't nobody touch him 'cos I'mma get ill\nThe boy's phony as a three-dollar bill\nAnd this time I shoot to kill\n\nJust like a sucker you took the bait\nNow you're like a dead fish on my dish, too late\nSo party people kick your feet up, I'm about to heat up\nYou're hungry for a battle now it's time to eat up\n\nBoy, I'm gonna chew you, 'cos I knew\nYou was talkin' that junk punk, now I'mma do you\nThe way you should be done, call you my son\nMake you say, \"Daddy, I don't want none\"\n\nI've had enough of you actin' tough\nYou huff, puff, grab your stuff you cream puff bluff\nTalk about a battle but you don't wanna do it\nYou got yourself into it, you blew it\n\nYou egomaniac, I'm a brainiac\nYou came back with a stone cold plain attack\nYour rhymes are weak-wack, how can you speak that?\nYou need to sneak back to the drawing board Jack\n\nThe Ripper, down with my zipper\nYou get paid to be a Moe Dee tipster\nTryna knock the way I rock, get off my jock\nI'mma knock you out the box, let's go, let's go!\n\nPut up or shut up, get up, yeah what up?\nHuh, get on the microphone and get cut up\nTalk about how your records went double platinum\nWith those lyrics? Huh, I laugh at them\n\nSo you got paid, take the money you've made\nBet it on yourself, are you afraid?\nMoney talks, B.S. walks\nWhen I stalk like a hawk a victory is chalked\n\nSo put your money where your mouth is, you don't know about this\nBattlin's for real men and I doubt if\nYou can even hang or give a run for the money\nYou're just a sucker and it's funny\n\nHow you never ever had a drop of juice in New York\nAnd now you go on tour and try to talk that talk\nYou try to act like you're a big man but you're a big fag\nStridin' and hidin' while ridin' my big man\n\nYou ain't got a chance in the world\nYour records were smokin' but you sound like a girl\nHow you like me now? I'm gettin' busier\nI'm double platinum, hold up\n\nIs he a man or a girl? What in the world?\nYou sound like Cheryl the Pearl\nAnd you wanna battle me on the microphone?\nLeave that crack alone, let's go\n\nLet's go!, I said, let's go!\nCome on, boy, let's go!\nBetter than me?\n\nPicture that with a Kodak\nI don't take no shorts and you know that\nI roll hard, run the rap yard, put up your guard\nI don't get even, I get odd, Todd\n\nAlways one up on ya and I tried to warn ya\nYou slept, you took a back step\nRuined your rep and wept, you should've kept\nYour mouth shut, you know what?\nYou gotta say you're sorry, I'm sorry\nSo what? You call me a punk, you wanna see who's soft?\nPut the microphone down, let's square-off\n\nYou need a hand, you got hands for tryna be me, now L L stands for\nLower Level, Lack Luster, Last Least, Limp Lover\nLousy Lame, Latent Lethargic, Lazy Lemon, Little Logic\nLucky Leech, Liver Lipped, Laborious Louse on a Loser's Lips\nLive in Limbo, Lyrical Lapse, Low Life with the loud raps, boy\n\nYou can't win, huh, I don't bend\nLook what you got yourself in\nJust usin' your name I took those L's\nHung 'em on your head and rocked your bells\n\nNow, here we go, blow for blow, let's throw\nRhyme for rhyme, yours and mine and yo\nWhen it's time to battle rhyme I know\nHow to make it flow, so let's go\n\nTo the ring, rapper's sing and swing\nWords and, see who deserves to be king\nServe a blow to that ego\nAs if you didn't know, let's go, let's go, let's go!\n\nHow can you say you're the best?\nGet put to the test in front of a million and fess\nTried to withdraw because you saw\nThe juice I got's not like before\n\nHuh, I'm formidable, unforgettable\nYou're submittable, you look pitiful\nYeah you're headstrong but you're dead wrong\nWanna survive? Stick with the love songs\n\nTake off your shirt, flex and flirt\nAnd leave the real hard rhymes to the hard rhyme experts\nIf you don't, boy you'll get hurt\nFeel like dirt and have to revert\n\nTo comin' on stage butt naked\nTo make up for what you can't do on record\nOpen your eyes twice the size and realize\nI'm on the rise and you're on the demise\n\nOstracized by my reprise\nStep in my face and watch how that head flies\nI mean business and I'm serious\nI ain't sellin' out and now here he is\n\nFrontin' and fakin' and talkin' about makin'\nThe money from money, now don't you know they can\nUse your support 'cos you've got caught\nSigned, sealed, delivered, sold and bought\n\nA puppet on a string with no heart\nA fool and his money will always part\nYou used to be a rapper, turned into a businessman\nLoafin' on the job and cheatin' the fans\n\nI'm too potent, powerful and spiritual\nMental, emotional, physical and lyrical\nYou wanna beat me? 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Well I got him\n[00:13.76]My mouth is an Uzi and I shot him\n[00:15.55]With the hundreds of rhymes and rhythm designed\n[00:17.43]To make him rewind this time I draw the line\n[00:19.64]He's mine, just chill\n[00:21.50]Don't nobody touch him 'cos I'mma get ill\n[00:24.38]The boy's phony as a three-dollar bill\n[00:26.34]And this time I shoot to kill\n[00:28.99]Just like a sucker you took the bait\n[00:30.43]Now you're like a dead fish on my dish, too late\n[00:32.88]So party people kick your feet up, I'm about to heat up\n[00:34.71]You're hungry for a battle now it's time to eat up\n[00:36.96]Boy, I'm gonna chew you, 'cos I knew\n[00:39.05]You was talkin' that junk punk, now I'mma do you\n[00:41.46]The way you should be done, call you my son\n[00:43.82]Make you say, \"Daddy, I don't want none\"\n[00:45.85]I've had enough of you actin' tough\n[00:47.33]You huff, puff, grab your stuff you cream puff bluff\n[00:49.92]Talk about a battle but you don't wanna do it\n[00:52.54]You got yourself into it, you blew it\n[00:54.00]You egomaniac, I'm a brainiac\n[00:57.30]You came back with a stone cold plain attack\n[00:58.51]Your rhymes are weak-wack, how can you speak that?\n[01:00.32]You need to sneak back to the drawing board Jack\n[01:02.73]The Ripper, down with my zipper\n[01:04.90]You get paid to be a Moe Dee tipster\n[01:06.68]Tryna knock the way I rock, get off my jock\n[01:09.07]I'mma knock you out the box, let's go, let's go!\n[01:20.45]Put up or shut up, get up, yeah what up?\n[01:21.90]Huh, get on the microphone and get cut up\n[01:23.73]Talk about how your records went double platinum\n[01:26.04]With those lyrics? Huh, I laugh at them\n[01:28.96]So you got paid, take the money you've made\n[01:29.99]Bet it on yourself, are you afraid?\n[01:32.18]Money talks, B.S. walks\n[01:34.50]When I stalk like a hawk a victory is chalked\n[01:35.69]So put your money where your mouth is, you don't know about this\n[01:38.06]Battlin's for real men and I doubt if\n[01:40.14]You can even hang or give a run for the money\n[01:42.79]You're just a sucker and it's funny\n[01:45.19]How you never ever had a drop of juice in New York\n[01:47.03]And now you go on tour and try to talk that talk\n[01:49.20]You try to act like you're a big man but you're a big fag\n[01:52.26]Stridin' and hidin' while ridin' my big man\n[01:53.59]You ain't got a chance in the world\n[01:57.27]Your records were smokin' but you sound like a girl\n[01:58.39]How you like me now? I'm gettin' busier\n[02:00.14]I'm double platinum, hold up\n[02:01.80]Is he a man or a girl? What in the world?\n[02:04.21]You sound like Cheryl the Pearl\n[02:06.69]And you wanna battle me on the microphone?\n[02:08.31]Leave that crack alone, let's go\n[02:10.52]Let's go!, I said, let's go!\n[02:22.60]Come on, boy, let's go!\n[02:27.13]Better than me?\n[02:28.45]Picture that with a Kodak\n[02:29.90]I don't take no shorts and you know that\n[02:32.12]I roll hard, run the rap yard, put up your guard\n[02:34.72]I don't get even, I get odd, Todd\n[02:37.15]Always one up on ya and I tried to warn ya\n[02:40.82]You slept, you took a back step\n[02:43.86]Ruined your rep and wept, you should've kept\n[02:44.70]Your mouth shut, you know what?\n[02:46.49]You gotta say you're sorry, I'm sorry\n[02:48.85]So what? 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Well I got him\n  My mouth is an Uzi and I shot him\n  With the hundreds of rhymes and rhythm designed\n  To make him rewind this time I draw the line\n\n  He's mine, just chill\n  Don't nobody touch him 'cos I'mma get ill\n  The boy's phony as a three-dollar bill\n  And this time I shoot to kill\n\n  Just like a sucker you took the bait\n  Now you're like a dead fish on my dish, too late\n  So party people kick your feet up, I'm about to heat up\n  You're hungry for a battle now it's time to eat up\n\n  Boy, I'm gonna chew you, 'cos I knew\n  You was talkin' that junk punk, now I'mma do you\n  The way you should be done, call you my son\n  Make you say, \"Daddy, I don't want none\"\n\n  I've had enough of you actin' tough\n  You huff, puff, grab your stuff you cream puff bluff\n  Talk about a battle but you don't wanna do it\n  You got yourself into it, you blew it\n\n  You egomaniac, I'm a brainiac\n  You came back with a stone cold plain attack\n  Your rhymes are weak-wack, how can you speak that?\n  You need to sneak back to the drawing board Jack\n\n  The Ripper, down with my zipper\n  You get paid to be a Moe Dee tipster\n  Tryna knock the way I rock, get off my jock\n  I'mma knock you out the box, let's go, let's go!\n\n  Put up or shut up, get up, yeah what up?\n  Huh, get on the microphone and get cut up\n  Talk about how your records went double platinum\n  With those lyrics? Huh, I laugh at them\n\n  So you got paid, take the money you've made\n  Bet it on yourself, are you afraid?\n  Money talks, B.S. walks\n  When I stalk like a hawk a victory is chalked\n\n  So put your money where your mouth is, you don't know about this\n  Battlin's for real men and I doubt if\n  You can even hang or give a run for the money\n  You're just a sucker and it's funny\n\n  How you never ever had a drop of juice in New York\n  And now you go on tour and try to talk that talk\n  You try to act like you're a big man but you're a big fag\n  Stridin' and hidin' while ridin' my big man\n\n  You ain't got a chance in the world\n  Your records were smokin' but you sound like a girl\n  How you like me now? I'm gettin' busier\n  I'm double platinum, hold up\n\n  Is he a man or a girl? What in the world?\n  You sound like Cheryl the Pearl\n  And you wanna battle me on the microphone?\n  Leave that crack alone, let's go\n\n  Let's go!, I said, let's go!\n  Come on, boy, let's go!\n  Better than me?\n\n  Picture that with a Kodak\n  I don't take no shorts and you know that\n  I roll hard, run the rap yard, put up your guard\n  I don't get even, I get odd, Todd\n\n  Always one up on ya and I tried to warn ya\n  You slept, you took a back step\n  Ruined your rep and wept, you should've kept\n  Your mouth shut, you know what?\n  You gotta say you're sorry, I'm sorry\n  So what? You call me a punk, you wanna see who's soft?\n  Put the microphone down, let's square-off\n\n  You need a hand, you got hands for tryna be me, now L L stands for\n  Lower Level, Lack Luster, Last Least, Limp Lover\n  Lousy Lame, Latent Lethargic, Lazy Lemon, Little Logic\n  Lucky Leech, Liver Lipped, Laborious Louse on a Loser's Lips\n  Live in Limbo, Lyrical Lapse, Low Life with the loud raps, boy\n\n  You can't win, huh, I don't bend\n  Look what you got yourself in\n  Just usin' your name I took those L's\n  Hung 'em on your head and rocked your bells\n\n  Now, here we go, blow for blow, let's throw\n  Rhyme for rhyme, yours and mine and yo\n  When it's time to battle rhyme I know\n  How to make it flow, so let's go\n\n  To the ring, rapper's sing and swing\n  Words and, see who deserves to be king\n  Serve a blow to that ego\n  As if you didn't know, let's go, let's go, let's go!\n\n  How can you say you're the best?\n  Get put to the test in front of a million and fess\n  Tried to withdraw because you saw\n  The juice I got's not like before\n\n  Huh, I'm formidable, unforgettable\n  You're submittable, you look pitiful\n  Yeah you're headstrong but you're dead wrong\n  Wanna survive? Stick with the love songs\n\n  Take off your shirt, flex and flirt\n  And leave the real hard rhymes to the hard rhyme experts\n  If you don't, boy you'll get hurt\n  Feel like dirt and have to revert\n\n  To comin' on stage butt naked\n  To make up for what you can't do on record\n  Open your eyes twice the size and realize\n  I'm on the rise and you're on the demise\n\n  Ostracized by my reprise\n  Step in my face and watch how that head flies\n  I mean business and I'm serious\n  I ain't sellin' out and now here he is\n\n  Frontin' and fakin' and talkin' about makin'\n  The money from money, now don't you know they can\n  Use your support 'cos you've got caught\n  Signed, sealed, delivered, sold and bought\n\n  A puppet on a string with no heart\n  A fool and his money will always part\n  You used to be a rapper, turned into a businessman\n  Loafin' on the job and cheatin' the fans\n\n  I'm too potent, powerful and spiritual\n  Mental, emotional, physical and lyrical\n  You wanna beat me? It's gonna take a miracle\n  You've got a lock on my jock like a pitbull\n"}]