[{"id":36530961,"name":"Answers","trackName":"Answers","artistName":"Lootpack","albumName":"Answers","duration":283.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Madlib]\nThis nigga take it back like blacksploitation flicks\nAnd afros where niggas trying to catch this shit\nI was \"uhh\", three years ago,\nIf you didn't know that we keep it fresh like douche\nIf you didn't know, y'all need that extra push (when y'all up on the mic)\nWe're rushing through with raw delight\nWe're dropping that shit while y'all niggas bite\nSpeaking 'bout ya copycats (ya copycats)\nYa weak beats and ya sloppy raps (ya sloppy raps)\nWe come though spreading light\nWhile ya weak lyrics spread negative hype\nWe kicking true forms of music, sketches of sound increase\nNiggas try to stop the force, (you know we on course)\nThinking that they have the source (when ya catch 'em, show 'em no remorse)\n[Wild Child]\nHey man, I've got a question for you,\nCan you feel me? Speaking on you wack MC's\nYa saying \"Not really\", that's 'cause I cut ya hands off\nTime to set the story straight, brothers looking for their fate\nYou was that nerd fake cat who went to school at Lamda Lamda\nTrying not to recite the rhymes so you bite the poems\nI slap your lip, so you talk sideways like Sly Stallone\nFace the truth, my fists are guided to knock your left tooth\nLyrically, ya moms rhymes better than you and she's deaf mute\nStep two times to the left, throw up ya fists\nDirect 'em towards those wack MC's please as I reminisce\nYou might have more dollars than you have common sense\nThe LP's stand ground like Hercules\nLet's take that fake cat, break back and make black\nPeople around the world realize they trying to play us like 8-track\nI formulate rhymes to educate all those who's killing\nMusic be the only way to express how I'm feeling\nYa conniving like Clinton, with more nerve than, Judge Judy\nYou'd be a good ass looking girl because ya rhymes sound booty\n[Madlib]\nBut on that subject, on talking bout ya wack MC's\nYa comin' like counterfeit (phony)\nBut back in the days y'all wasn't no killas, gambinos, or gangsta G's\ny'all up on some other shit,\n(Talkin' bout ya shooting off clips)\nYo, we waiting for the Mothership,\nBut most of y'all niggas is the reason that half of us brothers have split\n(Yo, it's a damn shame)\nYou know I'm kicking true to the game\nYou know I am to keep it real\nLike my nigga Kaz, I'm letting off battle drills\nI'm your replacement (replacement)\nMadlib up in the basement (Madlib up in the basement)\n[Wild Child]\nNow on that subject,(What you talkin' about, cat?) talking 'bout ya wack\nMC's\nWe drop a soundpiece, we keep it, we keep it, we keep it real\nNot like them fake gangsta G's\nI rock the mic and strike while dictating light\nI'm peaking, you keep weakening like Kryptonite\nYo, what I'm tired of, absence of the High Above\nNiggas riot up, and then blame it on the blaze they've fired up\nSo I'm bringing back something that was never lost\n'cause you know we can't just forget about them peeps who's strictly conscious\nThe 8-0-5 niggas got soul like Kato\nWhen you swing I'll block blows, rock roll the cradle\nSo, ay yo, on beats I'm like the Tazmanian Tornado\nWild Child live from the 5 that be 8-0!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Answers\n  artist: Lootpack\n  album: Answers\n  duration_ms: 283000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Madlib]\n  This nigga take it back like blacksploitation flicks\n  And afros where niggas trying to catch this shit\n  I was \"uhh\", three years ago,\n  If you didn't know that we keep it fresh like douche\n  If you didn't know, y'all need that extra push (when y'all up on the mic)\n  We're rushing through with raw delight\n  We're dropping that shit while y'all niggas bite\n  Speaking 'bout ya copycats (ya copycats)\n  Ya weak beats and ya sloppy raps (ya sloppy raps)\n  We come though spreading light\n  While ya weak lyrics spread negative hype\n  We kicking true forms of music, sketches of sound increase\n  Niggas try to stop the force, (you know we on course)\n  Thinking that they have the source (when ya catch 'em, show 'em no remorse)\n  [Wild Child]\n  Hey man, I've got a question for you,\n  Can you feel me? Speaking on you wack MC's\n  Ya saying \"Not really\", that's 'cause I cut ya hands off\n  Time to set the story straight, brothers looking for their fate\n  You was that nerd fake cat who went to school at Lamda Lamda\n  Trying not to recite the rhymes so you bite the poems\n  I slap your lip, so you talk sideways like Sly Stallone\n  Face the truth, my fists are guided to knock your left tooth\n  Lyrically, ya moms rhymes better than you and she's deaf mute\n  Step two times to the left, throw up ya fists\n  Direct 'em towards those wack MC's please as I reminisce\n  You might have more dollars than you have common sense\n  The LP's stand ground like Hercules\n  Let's take that fake cat, break back and make black\n  People around the world realize they trying to play us like 8-track\n  I formulate rhymes to educate all those who's killing\n  Music be the only way to express how I'm feeling\n  Ya conniving like Clinton, with more nerve than, Judge Judy\n  You'd be a good ass looking girl because ya rhymes sound booty\n  [Madlib]\n  But on that subject, on talking bout ya wack MC's\n  Ya comin' like counterfeit (phony)\n  But back in the days y'all wasn't no killas, gambinos, or gangsta G's\n  y'all up on some other shit,\n  (Talkin' bout ya shooting off clips)\n  Yo, we waiting for the Mothership,\n  But most of y'all niggas is the reason that half of us brothers have split\n  (Yo, it's a damn shame)\n  You know I'm kicking true to the game\n  You know I am to keep it real\n  Like my nigga Kaz, I'm letting off battle drills\n  I'm your replacement (replacement)\n  Madlib up in the basement (Madlib up in the basement)\n  [Wild Child]\n  Now on that subject,(What you talkin' about, cat?) talking 'bout ya wack\n  MC's\n  We drop a soundpiece, we keep it, we keep it, we keep it real\n  Not like them fake gangsta G's\n  I rock the mic and strike while dictating light\n  I'm peaking, you keep weakening like Kryptonite\n  Yo, what I'm tired of, absence of the High Above\n  Niggas riot up, and then blame it on the blaze they've fired up\n  So I'm bringing back something that was never lost\n  'cause you know we can't just forget about them peeps who's strictly conscious\n  The 8-0-5 niggas got soul like Kato\n  When you swing I'll block blows, rock roll the cradle\n  So, ay yo, on beats I'm like the Tazmanian Tornado\n  Wild Child live from the 5 that be 8-0!\n"},{"id":1973106,"name":"Answers","trackName":"Answers","artistName":"Lootpack","albumName":"Soundpieces: Da Antidote","duration":284.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Madlib]\nThis nigga take it back like blacksploitation flicks\nAnd afros where niggas trying to catch this shit\nI was \"uhh\", three years ago,\nIf you didn't know that we keep it fresh like douche\nIf you didn't know, y'all need that extra push (when y'all up on the mic)\nWe're rushing through with raw delight\nWe're dropping that shit while y'all niggas bite\nSpeaking 'bout ya copycats (ya copycats)\nYa weak beats and ya sloppy raps (ya sloppy raps)\nWe come though spreading light\nWhile ya weak lyrics spread negative hype\nWe kicking true forms of music, sketches of sound increase\nNiggas try to stop the force, (you know we on course)\nThinking that they have the source (when ya catch 'em, show 'em no remorse)\n[Wild Child]\nHey man, I've got a question for you,\nCan you feel me? Speaking on you wack MC's\nYa saying \"Not really\", that's 'cause I cut ya hands off\nTime to set the story straight, brothers looking for their fate\nYou was that nerd fake cat who went to school at Lamda Lamda\nTrying not to recite the rhymes so you bite the poems\nI slap your lip, so you talk sideways like Sly Stallone\nFace the truth, my fists are guided to knock your left tooth\nLyrically, ya moms rhymes better than you and she's deaf mute\nStep two times to the left, throw up ya fists\nDirect 'em towards those wack MC's please as I reminisce\nYou might have more dollars than you have common sense\nThe LP's stand ground like Hercules\nLet's take that fake cat, break back and make black\nPeople around the world realize they trying to play us like 8-track\nI formulate rhymes to educate all those who's killing\nMusic be the only way to express how I'm feeling\nYa conniving like Clinton, with more nerve than, Judge Judy\nYou'd be a good ass looking girl because ya rhymes sound booty\n[Madlib]\nBut on that subject, on talking bout ya wack MC's\nYa comin' like counterfeit (phony)\nBut back in the days y'all wasn't no killas, gambinos, or gangsta G's\ny'all up on some other shit,\n(Talkin' bout ya shooting off clips)\nYo, we waiting for the Mothership,\nBut most of y'all niggas is the reason that half of us brothers have split\n(Yo, it's a damn shame)\nYou know I'm kicking true to the game\nYou know I am to keep it real\nLike my nigga Kaz, I'm letting off battle drills\nI'm your replacement (replacement)\nMadlib up in the basement (Madlib up in the basement)\n[Wild Child]\nNow on that subject,(What you talkin' about, cat?) talking 'bout ya wack\nMC's\nWe drop a soundpiece, we keep it, we keep it, we keep it real\nNot like them fake gangsta G's\nI rock the mic and strike while dictating light\nI'm peaking, you keep weakening like Kryptonite\nYo, what I'm tired of, absence of the High Above\nNiggas riot up, and then blame it on the blaze they've fired up\nSo I'm bringing back something that was never lost\n'cause you know we can't just forget about them peeps who's strictly conscious\nThe 8-0-5 niggas got soul like Kato\nWhen you swing I'll block blows, rock roll the cradle\nSo, ay yo, on beats I'm like the Tazmanian Tornado\nWild Child live from the 5 that be 8-0!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Answers\n  artist: Lootpack\n  album: 'Soundpieces: Da Antidote'\n  duration_ms: 284000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Madlib]\n  This nigga take it back like blacksploitation flicks\n  And afros where niggas trying to catch this shit\n  I was \"uhh\", three years ago,\n  If you didn't know that we keep it fresh like douche\n  If you didn't know, y'all need that extra push (when y'all up on the mic)\n  We're rushing through with raw delight\n  We're dropping that shit while y'all niggas bite\n  Speaking 'bout ya copycats (ya copycats)\n  Ya weak beats and ya sloppy raps (ya sloppy raps)\n  We come though spreading light\n  While ya weak lyrics spread negative hype\n  We kicking true forms of music, sketches of sound increase\n  Niggas try to stop the force, (you know we on course)\n  Thinking that they have the source (when ya catch 'em, show 'em no remorse)\n  [Wild Child]\n  Hey man, I've got a question for you,\n  Can you feel me? Speaking on you wack MC's\n  Ya saying \"Not really\", that's 'cause I cut ya hands off\n  Time to set the story straight, brothers looking for their fate\n  You was that nerd fake cat who went to school at Lamda Lamda\n  Trying not to recite the rhymes so you bite the poems\n  I slap your lip, so you talk sideways like Sly Stallone\n  Face the truth, my fists are guided to knock your left tooth\n  Lyrically, ya moms rhymes better than you and she's deaf mute\n  Step two times to the left, throw up ya fists\n  Direct 'em towards those wack MC's please as I reminisce\n  You might have more dollars than you have common sense\n  The LP's stand ground like Hercules\n  Let's take that fake cat, break back and make black\n  People around the world realize they trying to play us like 8-track\n  I formulate rhymes to educate all those who's killing\n  Music be the only way to express how I'm feeling\n  Ya conniving like Clinton, with more nerve than, Judge Judy\n  You'd be a good ass looking girl because ya rhymes sound booty\n  [Madlib]\n  But on that subject, on talking bout ya wack MC's\n  Ya comin' like counterfeit (phony)\n  But back in the days y'all wasn't no killas, gambinos, or gangsta G's\n  y'all up on some other shit,\n  (Talkin' bout ya shooting off clips)\n  Yo, we waiting for the Mothership,\n  But most of y'all niggas is the reason that half of us brothers have split\n  (Yo, it's a damn shame)\n  You know I'm kicking true to the game\n  You know I am to keep it real\n  Like my nigga Kaz, I'm letting off battle drills\n  I'm your replacement (replacement)\n  Madlib up in the basement (Madlib up in the basement)\n  [Wild Child]\n  Now on that subject,(What you talkin' about, cat?) talking 'bout ya wack\n  MC's\n  We drop a soundpiece, we keep it, we keep it, we keep it real\n  Not like them fake gangsta G's\n  I rock the mic and strike while dictating light\n  I'm peaking, you keep weakening like Kryptonite\n  Yo, what I'm tired of, absence of the High Above\n  Niggas riot up, and then blame it on the blaze they've fired up\n  So I'm bringing back something that was never lost\n  'cause you know we can't just forget about them peeps who's strictly conscious\n  The 8-0-5 niggas got soul like Kato\n  When you swing I'll block blows, rock roll the cradle\n  So, ay yo, on beats I'm like the Tazmanian Tornado\n  Wild Child live from the 5 that be 8-0!\n"},{"id":11014031,"name":"Answers","trackName":"Answers","artistName":"Lootpack, Quasimoto","albumName":"Soundpieces: Da Antidote","duration":283.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"This nigga take it back like blacksploitation flicks\nAnd afros where niggas trying to catch this shit\nI was \"uhh\", three years ago,\nIf you didn't know that we keep it fresh like douche\nIf you didn't know,\ny'all need that extra push (when y'all up on the mic)\nWe're rushing through with raw delight\nWe're dropping that shit while y'all niggas bite\nSpeaking 'bout ya copycats (ya copycats)\nYa weak beats and ya sloppy raps (ya sloppy raps)\nWe come though spreading light\nWhile ya weak lyrics spread negative hype\nWe kicking true forms of music, sketches of sound increase\nNiggas try to stop the force, (you know we on course)\nThinking that they have the source\n(when ya catch 'em, show 'em no remorse)\nHey man, I've got a question for you,\nCan you feel me? Speaking on you wack MC's\nYa saying \"Not really\", that's 'cause I cut ya hands off\nTime to set the story straight, brothers looking for their fate\nYou was that nerd fake cat who went to school at Lamda Lamda\nTrying not to recite the rhymes so you bite the poems\nI slap your lip, so you talk sideways like Sly Stallone\nFace the truth, my fists are guided to knock your left tooth\nLyrically, ya moms rhymes better than you and she's deaf mute\nStep two times to the left, throw up ya fists\nDirect 'em towards those wack MC's please as I reminisce\nYou might have more dollars than you have common sense\nThe LP's stand ground like Hercules\nLet's take that fake cat, break back and make black\nPeople around the world realize they trying to play us like 8-track\nI formulate rhymes to educate all those who's killing\nMusic be the only way to express how I'm feeling\nYa conniving like Clinton, with more nerve than, Judge Judy\nYou'd be a good ass looking girl because ya rhymes sound booty\nBut on that subject, on talking bout ya wack MC's\nYa comin' like counterfeit (phony)\nBut back in the days y'all wasn't no killas, gambinos, or gangsta G's\ny'all up on some other shit,\n(Talkin' bout ya shooting off clips)\nYo, we waiting for the Mothership,\nBut most of y'all niggas is the\nreason that half of us brothers have split\n(Yo, it's a damn shame)\nYou know I'm kicking true to the game\nYou know I am to keep it real\nLike my nigga Kaz, I'm letting off battle drills\nI'm your replacement (replacement)\nMadlib up in the basement (Madlib up in the basement)\nNow on that subject,\n(What you talkin' about, cat?) talking 'bout ya wack\nMC's\nWe drop a soundpiece, we keep it, we keep it, we keep it real\nNot like them fake gangsta G's\nI rock the mic and strike while dictating light\nI'm peaking, you keep weakening like Kryptonite\nYo, what I'm tired of, absence of the High Above\nNiggas riot up, and then blame it on the blaze they've fired up\nSo I'm bringing back something that was never lost\n'cause you know we can't just forget\nabout them peeps who's strictly conscious\nThe 8-0-5 niggas got soul like Kato\nWhen you swing I'll block blows, rock roll the cradle\nSo, ay yo, on beats I'm like the Tazmanian Tornado\nWild Child live from the 5 that be 8-0!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Answers\n  artist: Lootpack, Quasimoto\n  album: 'Soundpieces: Da Antidote'\n  duration_ms: 283000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  This nigga take it back like blacksploitation flicks\n  And afros where niggas trying to catch this shit\n  I was \"uhh\", three years ago,\n  If you didn't know that we keep it fresh like douche\n  If you didn't know,\n  y'all need that extra push (when y'all up on the mic)\n  We're rushing through with raw delight\n  We're dropping that shit while y'all niggas bite\n  Speaking 'bout ya copycats (ya copycats)\n  Ya weak beats and ya sloppy raps (ya sloppy raps)\n  We come though spreading light\n  While ya weak lyrics spread negative hype\n  We kicking true forms of music, sketches of sound increase\n  Niggas try to stop the force, (you know we on course)\n  Thinking that they have the source\n  (when ya catch 'em, show 'em no remorse)\n  Hey man, I've got a question for you,\n  Can you feel me? Speaking on you wack MC's\n  Ya saying \"Not really\", that's 'cause I cut ya hands off\n  Time to set the story straight, brothers looking for their fate\n  You was that nerd fake cat who went to school at Lamda Lamda\n  Trying not to recite the rhymes so you bite the poems\n  I slap your lip, so you talk sideways like Sly Stallone\n  Face the truth, my fists are guided to knock your left tooth\n  Lyrically, ya moms rhymes better than you and she's deaf mute\n  Step two times to the left, throw up ya fists\n  Direct 'em towards those wack MC's please as I reminisce\n  You might have more dollars than you have common sense\n  The LP's stand ground like Hercules\n  Let's take that fake cat, break back and make black\n  People around the world realize they trying to play us like 8-track\n  I formulate rhymes to educate all those who's killing\n  Music be the only way to express how I'm feeling\n  Ya conniving like Clinton, with more nerve than, Judge Judy\n  You'd be a good ass looking girl because ya rhymes sound booty\n  But on that subject, on talking bout ya wack MC's\n  Ya comin' like counterfeit (phony)\n  But back in the days y'all wasn't no killas, gambinos, or gangsta G's\n  y'all up on some other shit,\n  (Talkin' bout ya shooting off clips)\n  Yo, we waiting for the Mothership,\n  But most of y'all niggas is the\n  reason that half of us brothers have split\n  (Yo, it's a damn shame)\n  You know I'm kicking true to the game\n  You know I am to keep it real\n  Like my nigga Kaz, I'm letting off battle drills\n  I'm your replacement (replacement)\n  Madlib up in the basement (Madlib up in the basement)\n  Now on that subject,\n  (What you talkin' about, cat?) talking 'bout ya wack\n  MC's\n  We drop a soundpiece, we keep it, we keep it, we keep it real\n  Not like them fake gangsta G's\n  I rock the mic and strike while dictating light\n  I'm peaking, you keep weakening like Kryptonite\n  Yo, what I'm tired of, absence of the High Above\n  Niggas riot up, and then blame it on the blaze they've fired up\n  So I'm bringing back something that was never lost\n  'cause you know we can't just forget\n  about them peeps who's strictly conscious\n  The 8-0-5 niggas got soul like Kato\n  When you swing I'll block blows, rock roll the cradle\n  So, ay yo, on beats I'm like the Tazmanian Tornado\n  Wild Child live from the 5 that be 8-0!\n"},{"id":39337149,"name":"Answers","trackName":"Answers","artistName":"Lootpack/Quasimoto","albumName":"Bob Spotify - 2,799 Hip Hop Songs","duration":284.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"This nigga take it back like blacksploitation flicks\nAnd afros where niggas trying to catch this shit\nI was \"uhh\", three years ago,\nIf you didn't know that we keep it fresh like douche\nIf you didn't know,\ny'all need that extra push (when y'all up on the mic)\nWe're rushing through with raw delight\nWe're dropping that shit while y'all niggas bite\nSpeaking 'bout ya copycats (ya copycats)\nYa weak beats and ya sloppy raps (ya sloppy raps)\nWe come though spreading light\nWhile ya weak lyrics spread negative hype\nWe kicking true forms of music, sketches of sound increase\nNiggas try to stop the force, (you know we on course)\nThinking that they have the source\n(when ya catch 'em, show 'em no remorse)\nHey man, I've got a question for you,\nCan you feel me? Speaking on you wack MC's\nYa saying \"Not really\", that's 'cause I cut ya hands off\nTime to set the story straight, brothers looking for their fate\nYou was that nerd fake cat who went to school at Lamda Lamda\nTrying not to recite the rhymes so you bite the poems\nI slap your lip, so you talk sideways like Sly Stallone\nFace the truth, my fists are guided to knock your left tooth\nLyrically, ya moms rhymes better than you and she's deaf mute\nStep two times to the left, throw up ya fists\nDirect 'em towards those wack MC's please as I reminisce\nYou might have more dollars than you have common sense\nThe LP's stand ground like Hercules\nLet's take that fake cat, break back and make black\nPeople around the world realize they trying to play us like 8-track\nI formulate rhymes to educate all those who's killing\nMusic be the only way to express how I'm feeling\nYa conniving like Clinton, with more nerve than, Judge Judy\nYou'd be a good ass looking girl because ya rhymes sound booty\nBut on that subject, on talking bout ya wack MC's\nYa comin' like counterfeit (phony)\nBut back in the days y'all wasn't no killas, gambinos, or gangsta G's\ny'all up on some other shit,\n(Talkin' bout ya shooting off clips)\nYo, we waiting for the Mothership,\nBut most of y'all niggas is the\nreason that half of us brothers have split\n(Yo, it's a damn shame)\nYou know I'm kicking true to the game\nYou know I am to keep it real\nLike my nigga Kaz, I'm letting off battle drills\nI'm your replacement (replacement)\nMadlib up in the basement (Madlib up in the basement)\nNow on that subject,\n(What you talkin' about, cat?) talking 'bout ya wack\nMC's\nWe drop a soundpiece, we keep it, we keep it, we keep it real\nNot like them fake gangsta G's\nI rock the mic and strike while dictating light\nI'm peaking, you keep weakening like Kryptonite\nYo, what I'm tired of, absence of the High Above\nNiggas riot up, and then blame it on the blaze they've fired up\nSo I'm bringing back something that was never lost\n'cause you know we can't just forget\nabout them peeps who's strictly conscious\nThe 8-0-5 niggas got soul like Kato\nWhen you swing I'll block blows, rock roll the cradle\nSo, ay yo, on beats I'm like the Tazmanian Tornado\nWild Child live from the 5 that be 8-0!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Answers\n  artist: Lootpack/Quasimoto\n  album: Bob Spotify - 2,799 Hip Hop Songs\n  duration_ms: 283624\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  This nigga take it back like blacksploitation flicks\n  And afros where niggas trying to catch this shit\n  I was \"uhh\", three years ago,\n  If you didn't know that we keep it fresh like douche\n  If you didn't know,\n  y'all need that extra push (when y'all up on the mic)\n  We're rushing through with raw delight\n  We're dropping that shit while y'all niggas bite\n  Speaking 'bout ya copycats (ya copycats)\n  Ya weak beats and ya sloppy raps (ya sloppy raps)\n  We come though spreading light\n  While ya weak lyrics spread negative hype\n  We kicking true forms of music, sketches of sound increase\n  Niggas try to stop the force, (you know we on course)\n  Thinking that they have the source\n  (when ya catch 'em, show 'em no remorse)\n  Hey man, I've got a question for you,\n  Can you feel me? Speaking on you wack MC's\n  Ya saying \"Not really\", that's 'cause I cut ya hands off\n  Time to set the story straight, brothers looking for their fate\n  You was that nerd fake cat who went to school at Lamda Lamda\n  Trying not to recite the rhymes so you bite the poems\n  I slap your lip, so you talk sideways like Sly Stallone\n  Face the truth, my fists are guided to knock your left tooth\n  Lyrically, ya moms rhymes better than you and she's deaf mute\n  Step two times to the left, throw up ya fists\n  Direct 'em towards those wack MC's please as I reminisce\n  You might have more dollars than you have common sense\n  The LP's stand ground like Hercules\n  Let's take that fake cat, break back and make black\n  People around the world realize they trying to play us like 8-track\n  I formulate rhymes to educate all those who's killing\n  Music be the only way to express how I'm feeling\n  Ya conniving like Clinton, with more nerve than, Judge Judy\n  You'd be a good ass looking girl because ya rhymes sound booty\n  But on that subject, on talking bout ya wack MC's\n  Ya comin' like counterfeit (phony)\n  But back in the days y'all wasn't no killas, gambinos, or gangsta G's\n  y'all up on some other shit,\n  (Talkin' bout ya shooting off clips)\n  Yo, we waiting for the Mothership,\n  But most of y'all niggas is the\n  reason that half of us brothers have split\n  (Yo, it's a damn shame)\n  You know I'm kicking true to the game\n  You know I am to keep it real\n  Like my nigga Kaz, I'm letting off battle drills\n  I'm your replacement (replacement)\n  Madlib up in the basement (Madlib up in the basement)\n  Now on that subject,\n  (What you talkin' about, cat?) talking 'bout ya wack\n  MC's\n  We drop a soundpiece, we keep it, we keep it, we keep it real\n  Not like them fake gangsta G's\n  I rock the mic and strike while dictating light\n  I'm peaking, you keep weakening like Kryptonite\n  Yo, what I'm tired of, absence of the High Above\n  Niggas riot up, and then blame it on the blaze they've fired up\n  So I'm bringing back something that was never lost\n  'cause you know we can't just forget\n  about them peeps who's strictly conscious\n  The 8-0-5 niggas got soul like Kato\n  When you swing I'll block blows, rock roll the cradle\n  So, ay yo, on beats I'm like the Tazmanian Tornado\n  Wild Child live from the 5 that be 8-0!\n"},{"id":5529300,"name":"Answers (Feat. 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Speaking on you wack MC's\nYa saying \"Not really\", that's cuz I cut ya hands off\nTime to set the story straight, brothers looking for their fate\nYou was that nerd fake cat who went to school at Lamda Lamda\nTrying not to recite the rhymes so you bite the poems\nI slap your lip, so you talk sideways like Sly Stallone\nFace the truth, my fists are guided to knock your left tooth\nLyrically, ya moms rhymes better than you and she's deaf mute\nStep two times to the left, throw up ya fists\nDirect 'em towards those wack MC's please as I reminisce\nYou might have more dollars than you have common sense\nThe LP's stand ground like Hercules\nLet's take that fake cat, break back and make black\nPeople around the world realize they trying to play us like 8-track\nI formulate rhymes to educate all those who's killing\nMusic be the only way to express how I'm feeling\nYa conniving like Clinton, with more nerve than, Judge Judy\nYou'd be a good ass looking girl because ya rhymes sound booty\n\nBut on that subject, on talking bout ya wack MC's\nYa comin' like counterfeit (phony)\nBut back in the days y'all wasn't no killas, gambinos, or gangsta G's\nY'all up on some other shit,\n(Talkin' bout ya shooting off clips)\nYo, we waiting for the Mothership,\nBut most of y'all niggas is the reason that half of us brothers have split\n(Yo, it's a damn shame)\nYou know I'm kicking true to the game\nYou know I aim to keep it real\nLike my nigga Kaz, I'm letting off battle drills\nI'm your replacement (replacement)\nMadlib up in the basement (Madlib up in the basement)\n\nNow on that subject,(What you talkin' about, cat?) talking 'bout ya wack MC's\nWe drop a soundpiece, we keep it, we keep it, we keep it real\nNot like them fake gangsta G's\nI rock the mic and strike while dictating light\nI'm peaking, you keep weakening like Kryptonite\nYo, what I'm tired of, absence of the High Above\nNiggas riot up, and then blame it on the blaze they've fired up\nSo I'm bringing back something that was never lost\nCuz you know we can't just forget about them peeps who's strictly conscious\nThe 8-0-5 niggas got soul like Kato\nWhen you swing I'll block blows, rock roll the cradle\nSo, ay yo, on beats I'm like the Tazmanian Tornado\nWild Child live from the 5 that be 8-0!","syncedLyrics":"[00:37.17] This nigga take it back like blacksploitation flicks\n[00:39.99] And afros where niggas trying to catch this shit\n[00:43.59] I was \"uhh\", three years ago,\n[00:46.39] If you didn't know that we keep it fresh like douche\n[00:49.02] If you didn't know, y'all need that extra push\n[00:51.73] (when y'all up on the mic)\n[00:53.58] We're rushing through with raw delight\n[00:56.95] We're dropping that shit while y'all niggas bite\n[01:00.04] Speaking 'bout ya copycats (ya copycats)\n[01:01.80] Ya weak beats and ya sloppy raps (ya sloppy raps)\n[01:04.59] We come though spreading light\n[01:07.22] While ya weak lyrics spread negative hype\n[01:10.28] We kicking true forms of music, sketches of sound increase\n[01:16.06] Niggas try to stop the force, (you know we on course)\n[01:18.83] Thinking that they have the source (when ya catch 'em, show 'em no remorse)\n[01:32.41] Hey man, I've got a question for you,\n[01:33.32] Can you feel me? 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Speaking on you wack MC's\nYa saying \"Not really\", that's cuz I cut ya hands off\nTime to set the story straight, brothers looking for their fate\nYou was that nerd fake cat who went to school at Lamda Lamda\nTrying not to recite the rhymes so you bite the poems\nI slap your lip, so you talk sideways like Sly Stallone\nFace the truth, my fists are guided to knock your left tooth\nLyrically, ya moms rhymes better than you and she's deaf mute\nStep two times to the left, throw up ya fists\nDirect 'em towards those wack MC's please as I reminisce\nYou might have more dollars than you have common sense\nThe LP's stand ground like Hercules\nLet's take that fake cat, break back and make black\nPeople around the world realize they trying to play us like 8-track\nI formulate rhymes to educate all those who's killing\nMusic be the only way to express how I'm feeling\nYa conniving like Clinton, with more nerve than, Judge Judy\nYou'd be a good ass looking girl because ya rhymes sound booty\n\n(Madlib)\nBut on that subject, on talking bout ya wack MC's\nYa comin' like counterfeit (phony)\nBut back in the days y'all wasn't no killas, gambinos, or gangsta G's\nY'all up on some other shit\n(Talkin' bout ya shooting off clips)\nYo, we waiting for the Mothership\nBut most of y'all niggas is the reason that half of us brothers have split\n(Yo, it's a damn shame)\nYou know I'm kicking true to the game\nYou know I am to keep it real\nLike my nigga Kaz, I'm letting off battle drills\nI'm your replacement (replacement)\nMadlib up in the basement (Madlib up in the basement)\n\n(Wild Child)\nNow on that subject,(What you talkin' about, cat?) talking 'bout ya wack\nMC's\nWe drop a soundpiece, we keep it, we keep it, we keep it real\nNot like them fake gangsta G's\nI rock the mic and strike while dictating light\nI'm peaking, you keep weakening like Kryptonite\nYo, what I'm tired of, absence of the High Above\nNiggas riot up, and then blame it on the blaze they've fired up\nSo I'm bringing back something that was never lost\nCuz you know we can't just forget about them peeps who's strictly conscious\nThe 8-0-5 niggas got soul like Kato\nWhen you swing I'll block blows, rock roll the cradle\nSo, ay yo, on beats I'm like the Tazmanian Tornado\nWild Child live from the 5 that be 8-0!\n\nWe're gonna let you know what's live and direct\nSo you can go back and tell your crew\nOh, I heard that\nNew, new, new shit safe\nYou aint even down","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.43] Mm hmm\n[00:01.85] Hmmm hmmm\n[00:26.21] This is all right\n[00:26.39] As you can play me hear and see\n[00:28.37] There's no lip sync business going on here\n[00:29.82] This is the real jam, the jam of the jams\n[00:32.43] And we're doing something like this\n[00:36.93] This nigga take it back like blacksploitation flicks\n[00:39.12] And afros where niggas trying to catch this shit\n[00:42.30] I was \"uhh\", three years ago\n[00:44.62] If you didn't know that we keep it fresh like douche\n[00:47.53] If you didn't know, y'all need that extra push (when y'all up on the mic)\n[00:51.67] We're rushing through with raw delight\n[00:54.76] We're dropping that shit while y'all niggas bite\n[00:59.02] Speaking 'bout ya copycats (ya copycats)\n[01:00.82] Ya weak beats and ya sloppy raps (ya sloppy raps)\n[01:03.59] We come though spreading light\n[01:05.70] While ya weak lyrics spread negative hype\n[01:08.31] We kicking true forms of music, sketches of sound increase\n[01:12.23] Niggas try to stop the force, (you know we on course)\n[01:17.46] Thinking that they have the source (when ya catch 'em, show 'em no remorse)\n[01:20.67] (Wild Child)\n[01:31.30] Hey man, I've got a question for you\n[01:32.73] Can you feel me? Speaking on you wack MC's\n[01:34.49] Ya saying \"Not really\", that's cuz I cut ya hands off\n[01:37.18] Time to set the story straight, brothers looking for their fate\n[01:39.97] You was that nerd fake cat who went to school at Lamda Lamda\n[01:42.74] Trying not to recite the rhymes so you bite the poems\n[01:45.13] I slap your lip, so you talk sideways like Sly Stallone\n[01:48.64] Face the truth, my fists are guided to knock your left tooth\n[01:51.07] Lyrically, ya moms rhymes better than you and she's deaf mute\n[01:54.16] Step two times to the left, throw up ya fists\n[01:57.70] Direct 'em towards those wack MC's please as I reminisce\n[02:00.18] You might have more dollars than you have common sense\n[02:02.63] The LP's stand ground like Hercules\n[02:04.87] Let's take that fake cat, break back and make black\n[02:08.30] People around the world realize they trying to play us like 8-track\n[02:10.47] I formulate rhymes to educate all those who's killing\n[02:13.59] Music be the only way to express how I'm feeling\n[02:16.41] Ya conniving like Clinton, with more nerve than, Judge Judy\n[02:19.57] You'd be a good ass looking girl because ya rhymes sound booty\n[02:22.20] (Madlib)\n[02:33.16] But on that subject, on talking bout ya wack MC's\n[02:37.14] Ya comin' like counterfeit (phony)\n[02:39.56] But back in the days y'all wasn't no killas, gambinos, or gangsta G's\n[02:43.38] Y'all up on some other shit\n[02:45.37] (Talkin' bout ya shooting off clips)\n[02:46.64] Yo, we waiting for the Mothership\n[02:50.38] But most of y'all niggas is the reason that half of us brothers have split\n[02:54.18] (Yo, it's a damn shame)\n[02:55.89] You know I'm kicking true to the game\n[02:59.54] You know I am to keep it real\n[03:01.73] Like my nigga Kaz, I'm letting off battle drills\n[03:05.08] I'm your replacement (replacement)\n[03:07.47] Madlib up in the basement (Madlib up in the basement)\n[03:12.03] (Wild Child)\n[03:24.77] Now on that subject,(What you talkin' about, cat?) talking 'bout ya wack\n[03:27.32] MC's\n[03:29.97] We drop a soundpiece, we keep it, we keep it, we keep it real\n[03:33.30] Not like them fake gangsta G's\n[03:35.87] I rock the mic and strike while dictating light\n[03:38.53] I'm peaking, you keep weakening like Kryptonite\n[03:40.97] Yo, what I'm tired of, absence of the High Above\n[03:43.57] Niggas riot up, and then blame it on the blaze they've fired up\n[03:47.32] So I'm bringing back something that was never lost\n[03:49.79] Cuz you know we can't just forget about them peeps who's strictly conscious\n[03:52.73] The 8-0-5 niggas got soul like Kato\n[03:55.62] When you swing I'll block blows, rock roll the cradle\n[03:58.37] So, ay yo, on beats I'm like the Tazmanian Tornado\n[04:01.33] Wild Child live from the 5 that be 8-0!\n[04:10.04] We're gonna let you know what's live and direct\n[04:11.94] So you can go back and tell your crew\n[04:13.94] Oh, I heard that\n[04:16.30] New, new, new shit safe\n[04:16.60] You aint even 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is the real jam, the jam of the jams\n  And we're doing something like this\n  This nigga take it back like blacksploitation flicks\n  And afros where niggas trying to catch this shit\n  I was \"uhh\", three years ago\n  If you didn't know that we keep it fresh like douche\n  If you didn't know, y'all need that extra push (when y'all up on the mic)\n  We're rushing through with raw delight\n  We're dropping that shit while y'all niggas bite\n  Speaking 'bout ya copycats (ya copycats)\n  Ya weak beats and ya sloppy raps (ya sloppy raps)\n  We come though spreading light\n  While ya weak lyrics spread negative hype\n  We kicking true forms of music, sketches of sound increase\n  Niggas try to stop the force, (you know we on course)\n  Thinking that they have the source (when ya catch 'em, show 'em no remorse)\n\n  (Wild Child)\n  Hey man, I've got a question for you\n  Can you feel me? Speaking on you wack MC's\n  Ya saying \"Not really\", that's cuz I cut ya hands off\n  Time to set the story straight, brothers looking for their fate\n  You was that nerd fake cat who went to school at Lamda Lamda\n  Trying not to recite the rhymes so you bite the poems\n  I slap your lip, so you talk sideways like Sly Stallone\n  Face the truth, my fists are guided to knock your left tooth\n  Lyrically, ya moms rhymes better than you and she's deaf mute\n  Step two times to the left, throw up ya fists\n  Direct 'em towards those wack MC's please as I reminisce\n  You might have more dollars than you have common sense\n  The LP's stand ground like Hercules\n  Let's take that fake cat, break back and make black\n  People around the world realize they trying to play us like 8-track\n  I formulate rhymes to educate all those who's killing\n  Music be the only way to express how I'm feeling\n  Ya conniving like Clinton, with more nerve than, Judge Judy\n  You'd be a good ass looking girl because ya rhymes sound booty\n\n  (Madlib)\n  But on that subject, on talking bout ya wack MC's\n  Ya comin' like counterfeit (phony)\n  But back in the days y'all wasn't no killas, gambinos, or gangsta G's\n  Y'all up on some other shit\n  (Talkin' bout ya shooting off clips)\n  Yo, we waiting for the Mothership\n  But most of y'all niggas is the reason that half of us brothers have split\n  (Yo, it's a damn shame)\n  You know I'm kicking true to the game\n  You know I am to keep it real\n  Like my nigga Kaz, I'm letting off battle drills\n  I'm your replacement (replacement)\n  Madlib up in the basement (Madlib up in the basement)\n\n  (Wild Child)\n  Now on that subject,(What you talkin' about, cat?) talking 'bout ya wack\n  MC's\n  We drop a soundpiece, we keep it, we keep it, we keep it real\n  Not like them fake gangsta G's\n  I rock the mic and strike while dictating light\n  I'm peaking, you keep weakening like Kryptonite\n  Yo, what I'm tired of, absence of the High Above\n  Niggas riot up, and then blame it on the blaze they've fired up\n  So I'm bringing back something that was never lost\n  Cuz you know we can't just forget about them peeps who's strictly conscious\n  The 8-0-5 niggas got soul like Kato\n  When you swing I'll block blows, rock roll the cradle\n  So, ay yo, on beats I'm like the Tazmanian Tornado\n  Wild Child live from the 5 that be 8-0!\n\n  We're gonna let you know what's live and direct\n  So you can go back and tell your crew\n  Oh, I heard that\n  New, new, new shit safe\n  You aint even down\n"},{"id":8229557,"name":"Answers","trackName":"Answers","artistName":"Lootpack feat. Quasimoto","albumName":"Soundpieces: Da Antidote","duration":284.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"This nigga take it back like blacksploitation flicks\nAnd afros where niggas trying to catch this shit\nI was \"uhh\", three years ago,\nIf you didn't know that we keep it fresh like douche\nIf you didn't know, y'all need that extra push (when y'all up on the mic)\nWe're rushing through with raw delight\nWe're dropping that shit while y'all niggas bite\nSpeaking 'bout ya copycats (ya copycats)\nYa weak beats and ya sloppy raps (ya sloppy raps)\nWe come though spreading light\nWhile ya weak lyrics spread negative hype\nWe kicking true forms of music, sketches of sound increase\nNiggas try to stop the force, (you know we on course)\nThinking that they have the source (when ya catch 'em, show 'em no remorse)\n\nHey man, I've got a question for you,\nCan you feel me? Speaking on you wack MC's\nYa saying \"Not really\", that's cuz I cut ya hands off\nTime to set the story straight, brothers looking for their fate\nYou was that nerd fake cat who went to school at Lamda Lamda\nTrying not to recite the rhymes so you bite the poems\nI slap your lip, so you talk sideways like Sly Stallone\nFace the truth, my fists are guided to knock your left tooth\nLyrically, ya moms rhymes better than you and she's deaf mute\nStep two times to the left, throw up ya fists\nDirect 'em towards those wack MC's please as I reminisce\nYou might have more dollars than you have common sense\nThe LP's stand ground like Hercules\nLet's take that fake cat, break back and make black\nPeople around the world realize they trying to play us like 8-track\nI formulate rhymes to educate all those who's killing\nMusic be the only way to express how I'm feeling\nYa conniving like Clinton, with more nerve than, Judge Judy\nYou'd be a good ass looking girl because ya rhymes sound booty\n\nBut on that subject, on talking bout ya wack MC's\nYa comin' like counterfeit (phony)\nBut back in the days y'all wasn't no killas, gambinos, or gangsta G's\nY'all up on some other shit,\n(Talkin' bout ya shooting off clips)\nYo, we waiting for the Mothership,\nBut most of y'all niggas is the reason that half of us brothers have split\n(Yo, it's a damn shame)\nYou know I'm kicking true to the game\nYou know I am to keep it real\nLike my nigga Kaz, I'm letting off battle drills\nI'm your replacement (replacement)\nMadlib up in the basement (Madlib up in the basement)\n\nNow on that subject,(What you talkin' about, cat?) talking 'bout ya wack\nMC's\nWe drop a soundpiece, we keep it, we keep it, we keep it real\nNot like them fake gangsta G's\nI rock the mic and strike while dictating light\nI'm peaking, you keep weakening like Kryptonite\nYo, what I'm tired of, absence of the High Above\nNiggas riot up, and then blame it on the blaze they've fired up\nSo I'm bringing back something that was never lost\nCuz you know we can't just forget about them peeps who's strictly conscious\nThe 8-0-5 niggas got soul like Kato\nWhen you swing I'll block blows, rock roll the cradle\nSo, ay yo, on beats I'm like the Tazmanian Tornado\nWild Child live from the 5 that be 8-0!","syncedLyrics":"[00:34.62] This nigga take it back like blacksploitation flicks\n[00:40.03] And afros where niggas trying to catch this shit\n[00:42.73] I was \"uhh\", three years ago,\n[00:45.48] If you didn't know that we keep it fresh like douche\n[00:48.13] If you didn't know, y'all need that extra push (when y'all up on the mic)\n[00:52.70] We're rushing through with raw delight\n[00:55.42] We're dropping that shit while y'all niggas bite\n[00:59.03] Speaking 'bout ya copycats (ya copycats)\n[01:00.88] Ya weak beats and ya sloppy raps (ya sloppy raps)\n[01:04.57] We come though spreading light\n[01:06.35] While ya weak lyrics spread negative hype\n[01:09.99] We kicking true forms of music, sketches of sound increase\n[01:13.53] Niggas try to stop the force, (you know we on course)\n[01:18.17] Thinking that they have the source (when ya catch 'em, show 'em no remorse)\n[01:20.86] Hey man, I've got a question for you,\n[01:32.65] Can you feel me? Speaking on you wack MC's\n[01:35.43] Ya saying \"Not really\", that's cuz I cut ya hands off\n[01:38.15] Time to set the story straight, brothers looking for their fate\n[01:40.84] You was that nerd fake cat who went to school at Lamda Lamda\n[01:43.60] Trying not to recite the rhymes so you bite the poems\n[01:46.36] I slap your lip, so you talk sideways like Sly Stallone\n[01:49.07] Face the truth, my fists are guided to knock your left tooth\n[01:51.71] Lyrically, ya moms rhymes better than you and she's deaf mute\n[01:55.48] Step two times to the left, throw up ya fists\n[01:58.15] Direct 'em towards those wack MC's please as I reminisce\n[02:00.81] You might have more dollars than you have common sense\n[02:03.53] The LP's stand ground like Hercules\n[02:06.21] Let's take that fake cat, break back and make black\n[02:09.07] People around the world realize they trying to play us like 8-track\n[02:11.79] I formulate rhymes to educate all those who's killing\n[02:14.49] Music be the only way to express how I'm feeling\n[02:17.20] Ya conniving like Clinton, with more nerve than, Judge Judy\n[02:20.72] You'd be a good ass looking girl because ya rhymes sound booty\n[02:23.53] But on that subject, on talking bout ya wack MC's\n[02:38.08] Ya comin' like counterfeit (phony)\n[02:40.75] But back in the days y'all wasn't no killas, gambinos, or gangsta G's\n[02:45.24] Y'all up on some other shit,\n[02:46.10] (Talkin' bout ya shooting off clips)\n[02:48.99] Yo, we waiting for the Mothership,\n[02:51.62] But most of y'all niggas is the reason that half of us brothers have split\n[02:56.18] (Yo, it's a damn shame)\n[02:57.05] You know I'm kicking true to the game\n[03:00.72] You know I am to keep it real\n[03:03.41] Like my nigga Kaz, I'm letting off battle drills\n[03:07.02] I'm your replacement (replacement)\n[03:08.89] Madlib up in the basement (Madlib up in the basement)\n[03:12.57] Now on that subject,(What you talkin' about, cat?) talking 'bout ya wack\n[03:29.75] MC's\n[03:30.64] We drop a soundpiece, we keep it, we keep it, we keep it real\n[03:36.11] Not like them fake gangsta G's\n[03:37.95] I rock the mic and strike while dictating light\n[03:39.70] I'm peaking, you keep weakening like Kryptonite\n[03:42.48] Yo, what I'm tired of, absence of the High Above\n[03:45.16] Niggas riot up, and then blame it on the blaze they've fired up\n[03:48.88] So I'm bringing back something that was never lost\n[03:51.54] Cuz you know we can't just forget about them peeps who's strictly conscious\n[03:54.28] The 8-0-5 niggas got soul like Kato\n[03:56.92] When you swing I'll block blows, rock roll the cradle\n[04:00.55] So, ay yo, on beats I'm like the Tazmanian Tornado\n[04:03.36] Wild Child live from the 5 that be 8-0!\n[04:05.11] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Answers\n  artist: Lootpack feat. 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Speaking on you wack MC's\n  Ya saying \"Not really\", that's cuz I cut ya hands off\n  Time to set the story straight, brothers looking for their fate\n  You was that nerd fake cat who went to school at Lamda Lamda\n  Trying not to recite the rhymes so you bite the poems\n  I slap your lip, so you talk sideways like Sly Stallone\n  Face the truth, my fists are guided to knock your left tooth\n  Lyrically, ya moms rhymes better than you and she's deaf mute\n  Step two times to the left, throw up ya fists\n  Direct 'em towards those wack MC's please as I reminisce\n  You might have more dollars than you have common sense\n  The LP's stand ground like Hercules\n  Let's take that fake cat, break back and make black\n  People around the world realize they trying to play us like 8-track\n  I formulate rhymes to educate all those who's killing\n  Music be the only way to express how I'm feeling\n  Ya conniving like Clinton, with more nerve than, Judge Judy\n  You'd be a good ass looking girl because ya rhymes sound booty\n\n  But on that subject, on talking bout ya wack MC's\n  Ya comin' like counterfeit (phony)\n  But back in the days y'all wasn't no killas, gambinos, or gangsta G's\n  Y'all up on some other shit,\n  (Talkin' bout ya shooting off clips)\n  Yo, we waiting for the Mothership,\n  But most of y'all niggas is the reason that half of us brothers have split\n  (Yo, it's a damn shame)\n  You know I'm kicking true to the game\n  You know I am to keep it real\n  Like my nigga Kaz, I'm letting off battle drills\n  I'm your replacement (replacement)\n  Madlib up in the basement (Madlib up in the basement)\n\n  Now on that subject,(What you talkin' about, cat?) talking 'bout ya wack\n  MC's\n  We drop a soundpiece, we keep it, we keep it, we keep it real\n  Not like them fake gangsta G's\n  I rock the mic and strike while dictating light\n  I'm peaking, you keep weakening like Kryptonite\n  Yo, what I'm tired of, absence of the High Above\n  Niggas riot up, and then blame it on the blaze they've fired up\n  So I'm bringing back something that was never lost\n  Cuz you know we can't just forget about them peeps who's strictly conscious\n  The 8-0-5 niggas got soul like Kato\n  When you swing I'll block blows, rock roll the cradle\n  So, ay yo, on beats I'm like the Tazmanian Tornado\n  Wild Child live from the 5 that be 8-0!\n"},{"id":5529299,"name":"Answers","trackName":"Answers","artistName":"Quasimoto feat. Lootpack","albumName":"Soundpieces: Da Antidote","duration":284.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"This nigga take it back like blacksploitation flicks\nAnd afros where niggas trying to catch this shit\nI was \"uhh\", three years ago,\nIf you didn't know that we keep it fresh like douche\nIf you didn't know, y'all need that extra push\n(When y'all up on the mic)\nWe're rushing through with raw delight\nWe're dropping that shit while y'all niggas bite\nSpeaking 'bout ya copycats (ya copycats)\nYa weak beats and ya sloppy raps (ya sloppy raps)\nWe come though spreading light\nWhile ya weak lyrics spread negative hype\nWe kicking true forms of music, sketches of sound increase\nNiggas try to stop the force, (you know we on course)\nThinking that they have the source (when ya catch 'em, show 'em no remorse)\n\nHey man, I've got a question for you,\nCan you feel me? Speaking on you wack MC's\nYa saying \"Not really\", that's cuz I cut ya hands off\nTime to set the story straight, brothers looking for their fate\nYou was that nerd fake cat who went to school at Lamda Lamda\nTrying not to recite the rhymes so you bite the poems\nI slap your lip, so you talk sideways like Sly Stallone\nFace the truth, my fists are guided to knock your left tooth\nLyrically, ya moms rhymes better than you and she's deaf mute\nStep two times to the left, throw up ya fists\nDirect 'em towards those wack MC's please as I reminisce\nYou might have more dollars than you have common sense\nThe LP's stand ground like Hercules\nLet's take that fake cat, break back and make black\nPeople around the world realize they trying to play us like 8-track\nI formulate rhymes to educate all those who's killing\nMusic be the only way to express how I'm feeling\nYa conniving like Clinton, with more nerve than, Judge Judy\nYou'd be a good ass looking girl because ya rhymes sound booty\n\nBut on that subject, on talking bout ya wack MC's\nYa comin' like counterfeit (phony)\nBut back in the days y'all wasn't no killas, gambinos, or gangsta G's\nY'all up on some other shit,\n(Talkin' bout ya shooting off clips)\nYo, we waiting for the Mothership,\nBut most of y'all niggas is the reason that half of us brothers have split\n(Yo, it's a damn shame)\nYou know I'm kicking true to the game\nYou know I aim to keep it real\nLike my nigga Kaz, I'm letting off battle drills\nI'm your replacement (replacement)\nMadlib up in the basement (Madlib up in the basement)\n\nNow on that subject,(What you talkin' about, cat?) talking 'bout ya wack MC's\nWe drop a soundpiece, we keep it, we keep it, we keep it real\nNot like them fake gangsta G's\nI rock the mic and strike while dictating light\nI'm peaking, you keep weakening like Kryptonite\nYo, what I'm tired of, absence of the High Above\nNiggas riot up, and then blame it on the blaze they've fired up\nSo I'm bringing back something that was never lost\nCuz you know we can't just forget about them peeps who's strictly conscious\nThe 8-0-5 niggas got soul like Kato\nWhen you swing I'll block blows, rock roll the cradle\nSo, ay yo, on beats I'm like the Tazmanian Tornado\nWild Child live from the 5 that be 8-0!","syncedLyrics":"[00:37.17] This nigga take it back like blacksploitation flicks\n[00:39.99] And afros where niggas trying to catch this shit\n[00:43.59] I was \"uhh\", three years ago,\n[00:46.39] If you didn't know that we keep it fresh like douche\n[00:49.02] If you didn't know, y'all need that extra push\n[00:51.73] (When y'all up on the mic)\n[00:53.58] We're rushing through with raw delight\n[00:56.95] We're dropping that shit while y'all niggas bite\n[01:00.04] Speaking 'bout ya copycats (ya copycats)\n[01:01.80] Ya weak beats and ya sloppy raps (ya sloppy raps)\n[01:04.59] We come though spreading light\n[01:07.22] While ya weak lyrics spread negative hype\n[01:10.28] We kicking true forms of music, sketches of sound increase\n[01:16.06] Niggas try to stop the force, (you know we on course)\n[01:18.83] Thinking that they have the source (when ya catch 'em, show 'em no remorse)\n[01:32.41] Hey man, I've got a question for you,\n[01:33.32] Can you feel me? Speaking on you wack MC's\n[01:36.09] Ya saying \"Not really\", that's cuz I cut ya hands off\n[01:38.77] Time to set the story straight, brothers looking for their fate\n[01:41.45] You was that nerd fake cat who went to school at Lamda Lamda\n[01:44.14] Trying not to recite the rhymes so you bite the poems\n[01:46.01] I slap your lip, so you talk sideways like Sly Stallone\n[01:49.55] Face the truth, my fists are guided to knock your left tooth\n[01:53.10] Lyrically, ya moms rhymes better than you and she's deaf mute\n[01:55.08] Step two times to the left, throw up ya fists\n[01:58.66] Direct 'em towards those wack MC's please as I reminisce\n[02:01.38] You might have more dollars than you have common sense\n[02:04.04] The LP's stand ground like Hercules\n[02:06.88] Let's take that fake cat, break back and make black\n[02:09.52] People around the world realize they trying to play us like 8-track\n[02:12.25] I formulate rhymes to educate all those who's killing\n[02:14.96] Music be the only way to express how I'm feeling\n[02:17.62] Ya conniving like Clinton, with more nerve than, Judge Judy\n[02:20.45] You'd be a good ass looking girl because ya rhymes sound booty\n[02:33.95] But on that subject, on talking bout ya wack MC's\n[02:39.43] Ya comin' like counterfeit (phony)\n[02:41.28] But back in the days y'all wasn't no killas, gambinos, or gangsta G's\n[02:44.84] Y'all up on some other shit,\n[02:46.69] (Talkin' bout ya shooting off clips)\n[02:50.22] Yo, we waiting for the Mothership,\n[02:53.04] But most of y'all niggas is the reason that half of us brothers have split\n[02:55.78] (Yo, it's a damn shame)\n[02:58.35] You know I'm kicking true to the game\n[03:01.93] You know I aim to keep it real\n[03:03.83] Like my nigga Kaz, I'm letting off battle drills\n[03:07.48] I'm your replacement (replacement)\n[03:09.25] Madlib up in the basement (Madlib up in the basement)\n[03:26.45] Now on that subject,(What you talkin' about, cat?) talking 'bout ya wack MC's\n[03:31.87] We drop a soundpiece, we keep it, we keep it, we keep it real\n[03:36.32] Not like them fake gangsta G's\n[03:37.31] I rock the mic and strike while dictating light\n[03:40.01] I'm peaking, you keep weakening like Kryptonite\n[03:43.64] Yo, what I'm tired of, absence of the High Above\n[03:46.36] Niggas riot up, and then blame it on the blaze they've fired up\n[03:49.02] So I'm bringing back something that was never lost\n[03:51.72] Cuz you know we can't just forget about them peeps who's strictly conscious\n[03:54.53] The 8-0-5 niggas got soul like Kato\n[03:57.21] When you swing I'll block blows, rock roll the cradle\n[03:59.97] So, ay yo, on beats I'm like the Tazmanian Tornado\n[04:03.52] Wild Child live from the 5 that be 8-0!\n[04:05.53] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Answers\n  artist: Quasimoto feat. 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Speaking on you wack MC's\n  Ya saying \"Not really\", that's cuz I cut ya hands off\n  Time to set the story straight, brothers looking for their fate\n  You was that nerd fake cat who went to school at Lamda Lamda\n  Trying not to recite the rhymes so you bite the poems\n  I slap your lip, so you talk sideways like Sly Stallone\n  Face the truth, my fists are guided to knock your left tooth\n  Lyrically, ya moms rhymes better than you and she's deaf mute\n  Step two times to the left, throw up ya fists\n  Direct 'em towards those wack MC's please as I reminisce\n  You might have more dollars than you have common sense\n  The LP's stand ground like Hercules\n  Let's take that fake cat, break back and make black\n  People around the world realize they trying to play us like 8-track\n  I formulate rhymes to educate all those who's killing\n  Music be the only way to express how I'm feeling\n  Ya conniving like Clinton, with more nerve than, Judge Judy\n  You'd be a good ass looking girl because ya rhymes sound booty\n\n  But on that subject, on talking bout ya wack MC's\n  Ya comin' like counterfeit (phony)\n  But back in the days y'all wasn't no killas, gambinos, or gangsta G's\n  Y'all up on some other shit,\n  (Talkin' bout ya shooting off clips)\n  Yo, we waiting for the Mothership,\n  But most of y'all niggas is the reason that half of us brothers have split\n  (Yo, it's a damn shame)\n  You know I'm kicking true to the game\n  You know I aim to keep it real\n  Like my nigga Kaz, I'm letting off battle drills\n  I'm your replacement (replacement)\n  Madlib up in the basement (Madlib up in the basement)\n\n  Now on that subject,(What you talkin' about, cat?) talking 'bout ya wack MC's\n  We drop a soundpiece, we keep it, we keep it, we keep it real\n  Not like them fake gangsta G's\n  I rock the mic and strike while dictating light\n  I'm peaking, you keep weakening like Kryptonite\n  Yo, what I'm tired of, absence of the High Above\n  Niggas riot up, and then blame it on the blaze they've fired up\n  So I'm bringing back something that was never lost\n  Cuz you know we can't just forget about them peeps who's strictly conscious\n  The 8-0-5 niggas got soul like Kato\n  When you swing I'll block blows, rock roll the cradle\n  So, ay yo, on beats I'm like the Tazmanian Tornado\n  Wild Child live from the 5 that be 8-0!\n"}]