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I be a buck 85 on the weigh-in\n\nCheck it, It goes dip-dip divin', check who you're sizin'\nIt's the wise civilizin', pockets still risin'\nWhen I drop it, I'm futuristic like fiber optics\nDidn't buy my album? You played yourself, should've copped it\nNone could beat my elite rhymes\nThrowing up your hands, kid? Hah, that better be a peace sign\nYou don't want it, that's my steelo, how we on it\nWhen we do our thing, niggas spread the word like informants\nWe're still advancin', skills enhancin'\nWe got opponents shook and offbeat like white people dancin'\nWe're too bugged, true thugs quick to get in that\nAss in ways that homos wouldn't approve of\nI'm not yappin', just rappin', don't care if you're gold or platinum\nDon't think it can't happen\nWhether with a beat or acapella, it's the mic Rockefeller\nStrictly out for the mozzarella\nFuck guns and toolies, we don't portray movies\nIt's yours truly that's smoothly, still sounds groovy\nYou can't do me or diss me, don't try to get with me\nMy style is tricky like spellin' Mississippi\nStrictly, come and get me if you could flip me\nIf this flow was whiskey, I'd have you motherfuckers tipsy\nThe ghetto type players that caters flavors to you spectators\nThe Rhymesayers, catch you later\n\n\"This is actual fact, it's not an act, it's been proven indeed\"\n\"That's right\"\n\"No doubt\"\n\"What's that all about?\"\n\"This is actual fact, it's not an act, it's been proven indeed\"\n\"That's right\"\n\"No doubt\"\n\"What's that all about?\"\n\"This is actual fact, it's not an act, it's been proven indeed\"\n\"That's right\"\n\"No doubt\"\n\"What's that all about?\"\n\"This is actual fact, it's not an act, it's been proven indeed\"\n\"That's right\"\n\"No doubt\"\n\"What's that all about?\"\n\n\"This is actual fact\"\n\"What's that all about?\"\n\"This is actual fact\"\n\"What's that all about?\"\n\"That's right\"\n\"This is actual fact\"","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.46] \"That's right\"\n[00:08.24] \"That's right\"\n[00:11.30] \"This is actual fact, it's not an act, it's been proven indeed\"\n[00:14.94] \"No doubt\"\n[00:16.41] \"What's that all about?\"\n[00:17.39] \"This is actual fact, it's not an act, it's been proven indeed\"\n[00:20.95] \"No doubt\"\n[00:22.32] \"What's that all about?\"\n[00:23.12] When you say the name X, think synonymous with fame\n[00:26.44] Only drawn love off the mention of my name\n[00:28.68] I got a rhyme or two left then I'mma blend to the side\n[00:31.74] Go out on top like Jim Brown in his peak\n[00:34.59] I get wreck, like, every week and get my freak on\n[00:36.74] Who dares to speak on?\n[00:38.04] My armed forces recon, penetrating like decon\n[00:41.50] Guerilla tactics, stage theatrics\n[00:43.90] She's layin' on the mattress, I'm hiking up the black dress\n[00:46.86] Finesse called on me to bless, I pulled the S off of my\n[00:49.84] Varsity sweater, fine-tuned to the leather\n[00:52.52] So, let's make these stacks and max, relax and wax\n[00:55.43] To tracks, receive facts with my picture, in a cowboy hat\n[00:58.87] Now, top that, ayo, kid, top that\n[01:01.65] Kid got blown away at exactly where you're sittin'\n[01:04.55] Just the other day, but nobody's admittin' to the crime\n[01:07.71] I'm an MC, not an M.D., the best in history\n[01:11.16] Or maybe one of the top three, says myself\n[01:14.41] No diggedy\n[01:15.80] I be synonymous to king, fling niggas to the mat\n[01:19.16] Like an acrobat, flippin' the mental ass-whippin'\n[01:21.89] To serve when I unnerve another wack jack imposter tryna fraud\n[01:25.37] You gots to get the fuck down with the Lord Finesse\n[01:28.02] Whether you think you're pimp status or the best\n[01:30.82] Mad crazy or stupid, find a hot beat and loop it\n[01:33.47] For what it's worth, I've been a hip-hopper from birth\n[01:36.26] Try to disrespect and get your ass played up like a Smurf\n[01:39.15] I'm runnin' over the track, type of nigga to stack\n[01:42.17] One million, hit my moms and then fuckin' make a trillion to start\n[01:45.71] Showin' the world who's the man with the heart\n[01:48.26] That's about to blast off on these kids that's mad soft\n[01:51.29] Don't fuck with Large Professor or you'll get your ass dwarfed\n[01:53.96] So, uh, say no more, them niggas that's the raw\n[01:56.86] Large Profess', Lord Finesse and 'Dat X for the tour\n[01:59.93] And Grand Puba, who's probably comin' back from Aruba\n[02:02.74] With the skill to build, I'm sayin', \"Peace, y'all niggas chill\"\n[02:08.80] \"This is actual fact, it's not an act, it's been proven indeed\"\n[02:11.88] \"That's right\"\n[02:12.45] \"No doubt\"\n[02:13.50] \"What's that all about?\"\n[02:14.34] \"This is actual fact, it's not an act, it's been proven indeed\"\n[02:17.79] \"That's right\"\n[02:18.01] \"No doubt\"\n[02:19.56] \"What's that all about?\"\n[02:20.15] \"This is actual fact, it's not an act, it's been proven indeed\"\n[02:22.96] \"That's right\"\n[02:23.82] \"No doubt\"\n[02:25.06] \"What's that all about?\"\n[02:26.23] \"This is actual fact, it's not an act, it's been proven indeed\"\n[02:28.83] \"That's right\"\n[02:29.84] \"No doubt\"\n[02:31.10] \"What's that all about?\"\n[02:32.01] Dig it, I be that nigga with the creamy-ass rhyme flow\n[02:35.51] My shit's so hot, I'll burn the ass of an Eskimo\n[02:38.62] I'm sayin', though, it be the grand flippin' flam\n[02:40.93] Givin' love to my fans and you know this, man\n[02:44.20] My composition leaves competition wishin'\n[02:46.78] They can't be in my position 'cause I did it with no ass-kissin'\n[02:50.27] \"I'll Be There\" like Michael Jackson\n[02:51.76] And \"You Don't Stop 'Til You Get Enough\"\n[02:53.90] And I'll be damned if my nose drop\n[02:55.94] I speak actual facts on how I feel\n[02:58.55] Don't worry, baby, with Puba, there's no waitin' just to exhale\n[03:01.66] I bag dimes like Jada, step through playa haters\n[03:04.70] Keep niggas movin' like a fuckin' escalator\n[03:07.78] Because it's poetry in motion, Puba keep it smooth like lotion\n[03:11.50] Keepin' MCs lost like Billy Ocean\n[03:14.39] Dig what I'm sayin'? I be a buck 85 on the weigh-in\n[03:17.97] Check it, It goes dip-dip divin', check who you're sizin'\n[03:21.54] It's the wise civilizin', pockets still risin'\n[03:24.70] When I drop it, I'm futuristic like fiber optics\n[03:27.69] Didn't buy my album? You played yourself, should've copped it\n[03:31.44] None could beat my elite rhymes\n[03:33.11] Throwing up your hands, kid? Hah, that better be a peace sign\n[03:36.46] You don't want it, that's my steelo, how we on it\n[03:39.40] When we do our thing, niggas spread the word like informants\n[03:42.37] We're still advancin', skills enhancin'\n[03:45.10] We got opponents shook and offbeat like white people dancin'\n[03:48.15] We're too bugged, true thugs quick to get in that\n[03:51.21] Ass in ways that homos wouldn't approve of\n[03:54.52] I'm not yappin', just rappin', don't care if you're gold or platinum\n[03:58.40] Don't think it can't happen\n[04:00.01] Whether with a beat or acapella, it's the mic Rockefeller\n[04:03.92] Strictly out for the mozzarella\n[04:06.01] Fuck guns and toolies, we don't portray movies\n[04:08.64] It's yours truly that's smoothly, still sounds groovy\n[04:11.66] You can't do me or diss me, don't try to get with me\n[04:14.60] My style is tricky like spellin' Mississippi\n[04:17.42] Strictly, come and get me if you could flip me\n[04:20.42] If this flow was whiskey, I'd have you motherfuckers tipsy\n[04:23.35] The ghetto type players that caters flavors to you spectators\n[04:27.43] The Rhymesayers, catch you later\n[04:29.07] \"This is actual fact, it's not an act, it's been proven indeed\"\n[04:31.81] \"That's right\"\n[04:32.80] \"No doubt\"\n[04:34.26] \"What's that all about?\"\n[04:35.28] \"This is actual fact, it's not an act, it's been proven indeed\"\n[04:37.49] \"That's right\"\n[04:38.55] \"No doubt\"\n[04:40.04] \"What's that all about?\"\n[04:40.84] \"This is actual fact, it's not an act, it's been proven indeed\"\n[04:43.75] \"That's right\"\n[04:44.25] \"No doubt\"\n[04:45.89] \"What's that all about?\"\n[04:46.94] \"This is actual fact, it's not an act, it's been proven indeed\"\n[04:49.22] \"That's right\"\n[04:50.48] \"No doubt\"\n[04:51.63] \"What's that all about?\"\n[04:52.33] \"This is actual fact\"\n[04:54.75] \"What's that all about?\"\n[04:58.37] \"This is actual fact\"\n[05:00.47] \"What's that all about?\"\n[05:04.59] \"That's 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I be a buck 85 on the weigh-in\n[03:17.93] Check it, It goes dip-dip divin', check who you're sizin'\n[03:21.55] It's the wise civilizin', pockets still risin'\n[03:24.74] When I drop it, I'm futuristic like fiber optics\n[03:27.60] Didn't buy my album? You played yourself, should've copped it\n[03:31.46] None could beat my elite rhymes\n[03:33.17] Throwing up your hands, kid? 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Hah, that better be a peace sign\nYou don't want it, that's my steelo, how we on it\nWhen we do our thing, niggas spread the word like informants\nWe're still advancin', skills enhancin'\nWe got opponents shook and offbeat like white people dancin'\nWe're too bugged, true thugs quick to get in that\nAss in ways that homos wouldn't approve of\nI'm not yappin', just rappin', don't care if you're gold or platinum\nDon't think it can't happen\nWhether with a beat or acapella, it's the mic Rockefeller\nStrictly out for the mozzarella\nFuck guns and toolies, we don't portray movies\nIt's yours truly that's smoothly, still sounds groovy\nYou can't do me or diss me, don't try to get with me\nMy style is tricky like spellin' Mississippi\nStrictly, come and get me if you could flip me\nIf this flow was whiskey, I'd have you motherfuckers tipsy\nThe ghetto type players that caters flavors to you spectators\nThe Rhymesayers, catch you later\n\n\"This is actual fact, it's not an act, it's been 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X, think synonymous with fame\n[00:26.42] Only drawn love off the mention of my name\n[00:28.60] I got a rhyme or two left then I'mma blend to the side\n[00:31.79] Go out on top like Jim Brown in his peak\n[00:34.56] I get wreck, like, every week and get my freak on\n[00:36.76] Who dares to speak on?\n[00:38.04] My armed forces recon, penetrating like decon\n[00:41.51] Guerilla tactics, stage theatrics\n[00:43.97] She's layin' on the mattress, I'm hiking up the black dress\n[00:46.81] Finesse called on me to bless, I pulled the S off of my\n[00:49.82] Varsity sweater, fine-tuned to the leather\n[00:52.54] So, let's make these stacks and max, relax and wax\n[00:55.44] To tracks, receive facts with my picture, in a cowboy hat\n[00:58.81] Now, top that, ayo, kid, top that\n[01:01.65] Kid got blown away at exactly where you're sittin'\n[01:04.58] Just the other day, but nobody's admittin' to the crime\n[01:07.74] I'm an MC, not an M.D., the best in history\n[01:11.16] Or maybe one of the top three, says myself\n[01:14.45] No diggedy\n[01:15.89] I be synonymous to king, fling niggas to the mat\n[01:19.12] Like an acrobat, flippin' the mental ass-whippin'\n[01:21.86] To serve when I unnerve another wack jack imposter tryna fraud\n[01:25.37] You gots to get the fuck down with the Lord Finesse\n[01:28.05] Whether you think you're pimp status or the best\n[01:30.86] Mad crazy or stupid, find a hot beat and loop it\n[01:33.40] For what it's worth, I've been a hip-hopper from birth\n[01:36.27] Try to disrespect and get your ass played up like a Smurf\n[01:39.13] I'm runnin' over the track, type of nigga to stack\n[01:42.10] One million, hit my moms and then fuckin' make a trillion to start\n[01:45.77] Showin' the world who's the man with the heart\n[01:48.25] That's about to blast off on these kids that's mad soft\n[01:51.22] Don't fuck with Large Professor or you'll get your ass dwarfed\n[01:53.90] So, uh, say no more, them niggas that's the raw\n[01:56.85] Large Profess', Lord Finesse and 'Dat X for the tour\n[01:59.91] And Grand Puba, who's probably comin' back from Aruba\n[02:02.77] With the skill to build, I'm sayin', \"Peace, y'all niggas chill\"\n[02:08.81] \"This is actual fact, it's not an act, it's been proven indeed\"\n[02:11.86] \"That's right\"\n[02:12.49] \"No doubt\"\n[02:13.59] \"What's that all about?\"\n[02:14.37] \"This is actual fact, it's not an act, it's been proven indeed\"\n[02:17.70] \"That's right\"\n[02:18.03] \"No doubt\"\n[02:19.51] \"What's that all about?\"\n[02:20.11] \"This is actual fact, it's not an act, it's been proven indeed\"\n[02:22.98] \"That's right\"\n[02:23.80] \"No doubt\"\n[02:25.05] \"What's that all about?\"\n[02:26.26] \"This is actual fact, it's not an act, it's been proven indeed\"\n[02:28.85] \"That's right\"\n[02:29.85] \"No doubt\"\n[02:31.18] \"What's that all about?\"\n[02:32.02] Dig it, I be that nigga with the creamy-ass rhyme flow\n[02:35.52] My shit's so hot, I'll burn the ass of an Eskimo\n[02:38.63] I'm sayin', though, it be the grand flippin' flam\n[02:40.98] Givin' love to my fans and you know this, man\n[02:44.23] My composition leaves competition wishin'\n[02:46.70] They can't be in my position 'cause I did it with no ass-kissin'\n[02:50.22] \"I'll Be There\" like Michael Jackson\n[02:51.73] And \"You Don't Stop 'Til You Get Enough\"\n[02:53.98] And I'll be damned if my nose drop\n[02:55.97] I speak actual facts on how I feel\n[02:58.55] Don't worry, baby, with Puba, there's no waitin' just to exhale\n[03:01.69] I bag dimes like Jada, step through playa haters\n[03:04.73] Keep niggas movin' like a fuckin' escalator\n[03:07.77] Because it's poetry in motion, Puba keep it smooth like lotion\n[03:11.56] Keepin' MCs lost like Billy Ocean\n[03:14.35] Dig what I'm sayin'? I be a buck 85 on the weigh-in\n[03:17.93] Check it, It goes dip-dip divin', check who you're sizin'\n[03:21.55] It's the wise civilizin', pockets still risin'\n[03:24.74] When I drop it, I'm futuristic like fiber optics\n[03:27.60] Didn't buy my album? You played yourself, should've copped it\n[03:31.46] None could beat my elite rhymes\n[03:33.17] Throwing up your hands, kid? Hah, that better be a peace sign\n[03:36.41] You don't want it, that's my steelo, how we on it\n[03:39.48] When we do our thing, niggas spread the word like informants\n[03:42.35] We're still advancin', skills enhancin'\n[03:45.11] We got opponents shook and offbeat like white people dancin'\n[03:48.13] We're too bugged, true thugs quick to get in that\n[03:51.21] Ass in ways that homos wouldn't approve of\n[03:54.57] I'm not yappin', just rappin', don't care if you're gold or platinum\n[03:58.49] Don't think it can't happen\n[04:00.09] Whether with a beat or acapella, it's the mic Rockefeller\n[04:03.99] Strictly out for the mozzarella\n[04:06.02] Fuck guns and toolies, we don't portray movies\n[04:08.63] It's yours truly that's smoothly, still sounds groovy\n[04:11.68] You can't do me or diss me, don't try to get with me\n[04:14.65] My style is tricky like spellin' Mississippi\n[04:17.44] Strictly, come and get me if you could flip me\n[04:20.40] If this flow was whiskey, I'd have you motherfuckers tipsy\n[04:23.39] The ghetto type players that caters flavors to you spectators\n[04:27.42] The Rhymesayers, catch you later\n[04:29.08] \"This is actual fact, it's not an act, it's been proven indeed\"\n[04:31.85] \"That's right\"\n[04:32.82] \"No doubt\"\n[04:34.21] \"What's that all about?\"\n[04:35.23] \"This is actual fact, it's not an act, it's been proven indeed\"\n[04:37.49] \"That's right\"\n[04:38.57] \"No doubt\"\n[04:40.05] \"What's that all about?\"\n[04:40.85] \"This is actual fact, it's not an act, it's been proven indeed\"\n[04:43.71] \"That's right\"\n[04:44.25] \"No doubt\"\n[04:45.80] \"What's that all about?\"\n[04:46.98] \"This is actual fact, it's not an act, it's been proven indeed\"\n[04:49.26] \"That's right\"\n[04:50.48] \"No doubt\"\n[04:51.64] \"What's that all about?\"\n[04:52.38] \"This is actual fact\"\n[04:54.72] \"What's that all about?\"\n[04:58.35] \"This is actual fact\"\n[05:00.46] \"What's that all about?\"\n[05:04.52] \"That's 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I be a buck 85 on the weigh-in\n[03:17.97] Check it, It goes dip-dip divin', check who you're sizin'\n[03:21.54] It's the wise civilizin', pockets still risin'\n[03:24.70] When I drop it, I'm futuristic like fiber optics\n[03:27.69] Didn't buy my album? You played yourself, should've copped it\n[03:31.44] None could beat my elite rhymes\n[03:33.11] Throwing up your hands, kid? 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Finesse\n  Whether you think you're pimp status or the best\n  Mad crazy or stupid, find a hot beat and loop it\n  For what it's worth, I've been a hip-hopper from birth\n  Try to disrespect and get your ass played up like a Smurf\n  I'm runnin' over the track, type of nigga to stack\n  One million, hit my moms and then fuckin' make a trillion to start\n  Showin' the world who's the man with the heart\n  That's about to blast off on these kids that's mad soft\n  Don't fuck with Large Professor or you'll get your ass dwarfed\n  So, uh, say no more, them niggas that's the raw\n  Large Profess', Lord Finesse and 'Dat X for the tour\n  And Grand Puba, who's probably comin' back from Aruba\n  With the skill to build, I'm sayin', \"Peace, y'all niggas chill\"\n\n  \"This is actual fact, it's not an act, it's been proven indeed\"\n  \"That's right\"\n  \"No doubt\"\n  \"What's that all about?\"\n  \"This is actual fact, it's not an act, it's been proven indeed\"\n  \"That's right\"\n  \"No doubt\"\n  \"What's that all about?\"\n  \"This is actual fact, it's not an act, it's been proven indeed\"\n  \"That's right\"\n  \"No doubt\"\n  \"What's that all about?\"\n  \"This is actual fact, it's not an act, it's been proven indeed\"\n  \"That's right\"\n  \"No doubt\"\n  \"What's that all about?\"\n\n  Dig it, I be that nigga with the creamy-ass rhyme flow\n  My shit's so hot, I'll burn the ass of an Eskimo\n  I'm sayin', though, it be the grand flippin' flam\n  Givin' love to my fans and you know this, man\n  My composition leaves competition wishin'\n  They can't be in my position 'cause I did it with no ass-kissin'\n  \"I'll Be There\" like Michael Jackson\n  And \"You Don't Stop 'Til You Get Enough\"\n  And I'll be damned if my nose drop\n  I speak actual facts on how I feel\n  Don't worry, baby, with Puba, there's no waitin' just to exhale\n  I bag dimes like Jada, step through playa haters\n  Keep niggas movin' like a fuckin' escalator\n  Because it's poetry in motion, Puba keep it smooth like lotion\n  Keepin' MCs lost like Billy Ocean\n  Dig what I'm sayin'? I be a buck 85 on the weigh-in\n\n  Check it, It goes dip-dip divin', check who you're sizin'\n  It's the wise civilizin', pockets still risin'\n  When I drop it, I'm futuristic like fiber optics\n  Didn't buy my album? You played yourself, should've copped it\n  None could beat my elite rhymes\n  Throwing up your hands, kid? Hah, that better be a peace sign\n  You don't want it, that's my steelo, how we on it\n  When we do our thing, niggas spread the word like informants\n  We're still advancin', skills enhancin'\n  We got opponents shook and offbeat like white people dancin'\n  We're too bugged, true thugs quick to get in that\n  Ass in ways that homos wouldn't approve of\n  I'm not yappin', just rappin', don't care if you're gold or platinum\n  Don't think it can't happen\n  Whether with a beat or acapella, it's the mic Rockefeller\n  Strictly out for the mozzarella\n  Fuck guns and toolies, we don't portray movies\n  It's yours truly that's smoothly, still sounds groovy\n  You can't do me or diss me, don't try to get with me\n  My style is tricky like spellin' Mississippi\n  Strictly, come and get me if you could flip me\n  If this flow was whiskey, I'd have you motherfuckers tipsy\n  The ghetto type players that caters flavors to you spectators\n  The Rhymesayers, catch you later\n\n  \"This is actual 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ery week\nGet my freak on, who dares to speak on\nMy armed forces recon, penatrating like decon\nGuerilla tactics, stage theatrics\nHe's laying on the mattress\nI'm hiking up the black dress\nFinesse called on me to bless\nI pulled the S off my varsity sweater, fine tuned to the letter\nSo let's make these stacks and max, relax, be waxed\nThe tracks receive faxs wit my picture in a cowboy hat\nNow top that, yo, kid, top that\nKid got blown away at exactly where you're sitting\nJust the other day but nobody's admitting\nTo the crime, I'm a MC not a MD\nThe best in history or maybe one of the top 3\nSays myself, no diggedy\n\n(Large Professor)\nI be synonymous to king, fling niggaz to the mat\nLike an acrobat, flipping the mental ass whipping\nis served when I un-nerved another wack Jack imposter\nTrying to fraud, you gots to get the fuk down wit the Lord\nFinesse, whether you think you're pimp status or the best\nMad crazy or stupid, find a hot beat and loop it\nFor what it's worth, I've been a hip-hopper from birth\nTry to disrespect and get your ass played up like a smurf\nI'm running over the track, type of nigga to stack\nOne million, hit my moms, then fuk it, make a trillion\nTo start, showing the world who's the man wit the heart\nThat's about to blast off on these kids that's mad soft\nDon't fuk wit Large Professor or you get your ass mauled\nSo ah, say no more, them niggaz that's the raw\nLarge Profess, Lord Finesse and Dat X for the tour\nGrand Puba, who's probably coming back from Aruba\nWit the skill to buildI'm saying peace, you niggaz, chill\n\n(Grand Puba)\nDig it, I be that nigga wit the creamy ass rhyme flow\nMy shit's so hot, I'll burn the ass of an Eskimo\nI'm saying though, it be the Grand flipping flam\nGiving love to my fans and you know this man\nMy composition leaves competition wishing\nThey could be in my postition cuz I did it wit no ass kissing\nI'll be there like Michael Jackson and you don't stop\nUntil you get enuff and I'll be damn if my nose drop\nI speak Actual facts on how I feel\nDon't worry baby, wit Puba, there's no waiting just to exhale\nI bag dimes like Jada, step through playa haters\nKeep niggaz moving like a fuking escalator\nBecause it's poetry in motion\nPube keep it smooth like lotion, keeping MC's lost like Billy Ocean\nDig what I'm sayingI be a buck 85 on the weigh-in\n\n(Lord Finesse)\nIt goes dip dip diving, check who you sizing\nIt's the wize civilizing, pockets stll rising\nWhen I drop it, i'm futuristic like Fiber Optic\nDidn't buy my album, you played yourself, should of copped it\nNuthin could beat my elite rhymes throwing your hands kid\nThat better be a peace sign\nYou don't want it, that's my steelo, how we on it\nWhen we do our thing, niggaz spread the word like informants\nBut still advancing, skills enhancing\nWe got up on a shooken offbeat like white people dancing\nWe're too bugged, true thugs\nQuick to get in that ass in ways that homo's wouldn't approve of\nI'm not yapping, just rapping\nDon't care if you're gold or platinum, don't think it can't happen\nWhether wit a beat or acapella, it's the mic Rockafella\nStrictly out for the mozarella\nFuk guns and toolies, we don't betray movies\nIt's yours truely that's smoothly, still sounds groovy\nYou can't do me or dis me, don't try to get wit me\nMy style is tricky like spelling Mississippi\nStrictly, come and get me, if you can flip me\nIf this flow was whisley, I have you muthafukas tipsy\nThe ghetto type playas that caters\nFamous to you spectators, the rhyme sayers, catch you later","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Actual Facts\n  artist: Lord Finesse/Sadat X/Large Professor/Grand Puba\n  album: Bob Spotify - 2,799 Hip Hop Songs\n  duration_ms: 309000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (Sadat X)\n  When you say the name X, think synonymous wit fame\n  Only draw love off the mention of my name\n  I got a rhyme or two left then I'm a blend to the side\n  Go out on top like Jim Brown at his peak, I get wreck like ery week\n  Get my freak on, who dares to speak on\n  My armed forces recon, penatrating like decon\n  Guerilla tactics, stage theatrics\n  He's laying on the mattress\n  I'm hiking up the black dress\n  Finesse called on me to bless\n  I pulled the S off my varsity sweater, fine tuned to the letter\n  So let's make these stacks and max, relax, be waxed\n  The tracks receive faxs wit my picture in a cowboy hat\n  Now top that, yo, kid, top that\n  Kid got blown away at exactly where you're sitting\n  Just the other day but nobody's admitting\n  To the crime, I'm a MC not a MD\n  The best in history or maybe one of the top 3\n  Says myself, no diggedy\n\n  (Large Professor)\n  I be synonymous to king, fling niggaz to the mat\n  Like an acrobat, flipping the mental ass whipping\n  is served when I un-nerved another wack Jack imposter\n  Trying to fraud, you gots to get the fuk down wit the Lord\n  Finesse, whether you think you're pimp status or the best\n  Mad crazy or stupid, find a hot beat and loop it\n  For what it's worth, I've been a hip-hopper from birth\n  Try to disrespect and get your ass played up like a smurf\n  I'm running over the track, type of nigga to stack\n  One million, hit my moms, then fuk it, make a trillion\n  To start, showing the world who's the man wit the heart\n  That's about to blast off on these kids that's mad soft\n  Don't fuk wit Large Professor or you get your ass mauled\n  So ah, say no more, them niggaz that's the raw\n  Large Profess, Lord Finesse and Dat X for the tour\n  Grand Puba, who's probably coming back from Aruba\n  Wit the skill to buildI'm saying peace, you niggaz, chill\n\n  (Grand Puba)\n  Dig it, I be that nigga wit the creamy ass rhyme flow\n  My shit's so hot, I'll burn the ass of an Eskimo\n  I'm saying though, it be the Grand flipping flam\n  Giving love to my fans and you know this man\n  My composition leaves competition wishing\n  They could be in my 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We got up on a shooken offbeat like white people dancing\n  We're too bugged, true thugs\n  Quick to get in that ass in ways that homo's wouldn't approve of\n  I'm not yapping, just rapping\n  Don't care if you're gold or platinum, don't think it can't happen\n  Whether wit a beat or acapella, it's the mic Rockafella\n  Strictly out for the mozarella\n  Fuk guns and toolies, we don't betray movies\n  It's yours truely that's smoothly, still sounds groovy\n  You can't do me or dis me, don't try to get wit me\n  My style is tricky like spelling Mississippi\n  Strictly, come and get me, if you can flip me\n  If this flow was whisley, I have you muthafukas tipsy\n  The ghetto type playas that caters\n  Famous to you spectators, the rhyme sayers, catch you later\n"},{"id":35755458,"name":"Actual Facts","trackName":"Actual Facts","artistName":"Lord Finesse, Sadat X, Large Professor, Grand Puba","albumName":"The Awakening (25th Anniversary 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the mat\nLike an acrobat, flipping the mental ass whipping\nis served when I un-nerved another wack Jack imposter\nTrying to fraud, you gots to get the fuk down wit the Lord\nFinesse, whether you think you're pimp status or the best\nMad crazy or stupid, find a hot beat and loop it\nFor what it's worth, I've been a hip-hopper from birth\nTry to disrespect and get your ass played up like a smurf\nI'm running over the track, type of nigga to stack\nOne million, hit my moms, then fuk it, make a trillion\nTo start, showing the world who's the man wit the heart\nThat's about to blast off on these kids that's mad soft\nDon't fuk wit Large Professor or you get your ass mauled\nSo ah, say no more, them niggaz that's the raw\nLarge Profess, Lord Finesse and Dat X for the tour\nGrand Puba, who's probably coming back from Aruba\nWit the skill to buildI'm saying peace, you niggaz, chill\n\n(Grand Puba)\nDig it, I be that nigga wit the creamy ass rhyme flow\nMy shit's so hot, I'll burn the ass of an Eskimo\nI'm saying though, it be the Grand flipping flam\nGiving love to my fans and you know this man\nMy composition leaves competition wishing\nThey could be in my postition cuz I did it wit no ass kissing\nI'll be there like Michael Jackson and you don't stop\nUntil you get enuff and I'll be damn if my nose drop\nI speak Actual facts on how I feel\nDon't worry baby, wit Puba, there's no waiting just to exhale\nI bag dimes like Jada, step through playa haters\nKeep niggaz moving like a fuking escalator\nBecause it's poetry in motion\nPube keep it smooth like lotion, keeping MC's lost like Billy Ocean\nDig what I'm sayingI be a buck 85 on the weigh-in\n\n(Lord Finesse)\nIt goes dip dip diving, check who you sizing\nIt's the wize civilizing, pockets stll rising\nWhen I drop it, i'm futuristic like Fiber Optic\nDidn't buy my album, you played yourself, should of copped it\nNuthin could beat my elite rhymes throwing your hands kid\nThat better be a peace sign\nYou don't want it, 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Professor, Grand Puba\n  album: The Awakening (25th Anniversary (Remaster))\n  duration_ms: 308000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (Sadat X)\n  When you say the name X, think synonymous wit fame\n  Only draw love off the mention of my name\n  I got a rhyme or two left then I'm a blend to the side\n  Go out on top like Jim Brown at his peak, I get wreck like ery week\n  Get my freak on, who dares to speak on\n  My armed forces recon, penatrating like decon\n  Guerilla tactics, stage theatrics\n  He's laying on the mattress\n  I'm hiking up the black dress\n  Finesse called on me to bless\n  I pulled the S off my varsity sweater, fine tuned to the letter\n  So let's make these stacks and max, relax, be waxed\n  The tracks receive faxs wit my picture in a cowboy hat\n  Now top that, yo, kid, top that\n  Kid got blown away at exactly where you're sitting\n  Just the other day but nobody's admitting\n  To the crime, I'm a MC not a MD\n  The best in history or maybe one of the top 3\n  Says myself, no diggedy\n\n  (Large Professor)\n  I be synonymous to king, fling niggaz to the mat\n  Like an acrobat, flipping the mental ass whipping\n  is served when I un-nerved another wack Jack imposter\n  Trying to fraud, you gots to get the fuk down wit the Lord\n  Finesse, whether you think you're pimp status or the best\n  Mad crazy or stupid, find a hot beat and loop it\n  For what it's worth, I've been a hip-hopper from birth\n  Try to disrespect and get your ass played up like a smurf\n  I'm running over the track, type of nigga to stack\n  One million, hit my moms, then fuk it, make a trillion\n  To start, showing the world who's the man wit the heart\n  That's about to blast off on these kids that's mad soft\n  Don't fuk wit Large Professor or you get your ass mauled\n  So ah, say no more, them niggaz that's the raw\n  Large Profess, Lord Finesse and Dat X for the tour\n  Grand Puba, who's probably coming back from Aruba\n  Wit the skill to buildI'm saying peace, you niggaz, chill\n\n  (Grand Puba)\n  Dig it, I be that nigga wit the creamy ass rhyme flow\n  My shit's so hot, I'll burn the ass of an Eskimo\n  I'm saying though, it be the Grand flipping flam\n  Giving love to my fans and you know this man\n  My composition leaves competition wishing\n  They could be in my postition cuz I did it wit no ass kissing\n  I'll be there like Michael Jackson and you don't stop\n  Until you get enuff and I'll be damn if my nose drop\n  I speak Actual facts on how I feel\n  Don't worry baby, wit Puba, there's no waiting just to exhale\n  I bag dimes like Jada, step through playa haters\n  Keep niggaz moving like a fuking escalator\n  Because it's poetry in motion\n  Pube keep it smooth like lotion, keeping MC's lost like Billy Ocean\n  Dig what I'm sayingI be a buck 85 on the weigh-in\n\n  (Lord Finesse)\n  It goes dip dip diving, check who you sizing\n  It's the wize civilizing, pockets stll rising\n  When I drop it, i'm futuristic like Fiber Optic\n  Didn't buy my album, you played yourself, should of copped it\n  Nuthin could beat my elite rhymes throwing your hands kid\n  That better be a peace sign\n  You don't want it, that's my steelo, how we on it\n  When we do our thing, niggaz spread the word like informants\n  But still advancing, skills enhancing\n  We got up on a shooken offbeat like white people dancing\n  We're too bugged, true thugs\n  Quick to get in that ass in ways that homo's wouldn't approve of\n  I'm not yapping, just rapping\n  Don't care if you're gold or platinum, don't think it can't happen\n  Whether wit a beat or acapella, it's the mic Rockafella\n  Strictly out for the mozarella\n  Fuk guns and toolies, we don't betray movies\n  It's yours truely that's smoothly, still sounds groovy\n  You can't do me or dis me, don't try to get wit me\n  My style is tricky like spelling Mississippi\n  Strictly, come and get me, if you can flip me\n  If this flow was whisley, I have you muthafukas tipsy\n  The 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and Dat X for the tour\nGrand Puba, who's probably coming back from Aruba\nWit the skill to buildI'm saying peace, you niggaz, chill\n\n(Grand Puba)\nDig it, I be that nigga wit the creamy ass rhyme flow\nMy shit's so hot, I'll burn the ass of an Eskimo\nI'm saying though, it be the Grand flipping flam\nGiving love to my fans and you know this man\nMy composition leaves competition wishing\nThey could be in my postition cuz I did it wit no ass kissing\nI'll be there like Michael Jackson and you don't stop\nUntil you get enuff and I'll be damn if my nose drop\nI speak Actual facts on how I feel\nDon't worry baby, wit Puba, there's no waiting just to exhale\nI bag dimes like Jada, step through playa haters\nKeep niggaz moving like a fuking escalator\nBecause it's poetry in motion\nPube keep it smooth like lotion, keeping MC's lost like Billy Ocean\nDig what I'm sayingI be a buck 85 on the weigh-in\n\n(Lord Finesse)\nIt goes dip dip diving, check who you sizing\nIt's the wize civilizing, 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Now top that, yo, kid, top that\n  Kid got blown away at exactly where you're sitting\n  Just the other day but nobody's admitting\n  To the crime, I'm a MC not a MD\n  The best in history or maybe one of the top 3\n  Says myself, no diggedy\n\n  (Large Professor)\n  I be synonymous to king, fling niggaz to the mat\n  Like an acrobat, flipping the mental ass whipping\n  is served when I un-nerved another wack Jack imposter\n  Trying to fraud, you gots to get the fuk down wit the Lord\n  Finesse, whether you think you're pimp status or the best\n  Mad crazy or stupid, find a hot beat and loop it\n  For what it's worth, I've been a hip-hopper from birth\n  Try to disrespect and get your ass played up like a smurf\n  I'm running over the track, type of nigga to stack\n  One million, hit my moms, then fuk it, make a trillion\n  To start, showing the world who's the man wit the heart\n  That's about to blast off on these kids that's mad soft\n  Don't fuk wit Large Professor or you get your ass mauled\n  So ah, say no more, them niggaz that's the raw\n  Large Profess, Lord Finesse and Dat X for the tour\n  Grand Puba, who's probably coming back from Aruba\n  Wit the skill to buildI'm saying peace, you niggaz, chill\n\n  (Grand Puba)\n  Dig it, I be that nigga wit the creamy ass rhyme flow\n  My shit's so hot, I'll burn the ass of an Eskimo\n  I'm saying though, it be the Grand flipping flam\n  Giving love to my fans and you know this man\n  My composition leaves competition wishing\n  They could be in my postition cuz I did it wit no ass kissing\n  I'll be there like Michael Jackson and you don't stop\n  Until you get enuff and I'll be damn if my nose drop\n  I speak Actual facts on how I feel\n  Don't worry baby, wit Puba, there's no waiting just to exhale\n  I bag dimes like Jada, step through playa haters\n  Keep niggaz moving like a fuking escalator\n  Because it's poetry in motion\n  Pube keep it smooth like lotion, keeping MC's lost like Billy Ocean\n  Dig what I'm 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Grand Puba, Large Professor & Sadat X\n  album: The Awakening\n  duration_ms: 309000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (Sadat X)\n  When you say the name X, think synonymous wit fame\n  Only draw love off the mention of my name\n  I got a rhyme or two left then I'm a blend to the side\n  Go out on top like Jim Brown at his peak, I get wreck like ery week\n  Get my freak on, who dares to speak on\n  My armed forces recon, penatrating like decon\n  Guerilla tactics, stage theatrics\n  He's laying on the mattress\n  I'm hiking up the black dress\n  Finesse called on me to bless\n  I pulled the S off my varsity sweater, fine tuned to the letter\n  So let's make these stacks and max, relax, be waxed\n  The tracks receive faxs wit my picture in a cowboy hat\n  Now top that, yo, kid, top that\n  Kid got blown away at exactly where you're sitting\n  Just the other day but nobody's admitting\n  To the crime, I'm a MC not a MD\n  The best in history or maybe one of the top 3\n  Says myself, no diggedy\n\n  (Large Professor)\n  I be synonymous to king, fling niggaz to the mat\n  Like an acrobat, flipping the mental ass whipping\n  is served when I un-nerved another wack Jack imposter\n  Trying to fraud, you gots to get the fuk down wit the Lord\n  Finesse, whether you think you're pimp status or the best\n  Mad crazy or stupid, find a hot beat and loop it\n  For what it's worth, I've been a hip-hopper from birth\n  Try to disrespect and get your ass played up like a smurf\n  I'm running over the track, type of nigga to stack\n  One million, hit my moms, then fuk it, make a trillion\n  To start, showing the world who's the man wit the heart\n  That's about to blast off on these kids that's mad soft\n  Don't fuk wit Large Professor or you get your ass mauled\n  So ah, say no more, them niggaz that's the raw\n  Large Profess, Lord Finesse and Dat X for the tour\n  Grand Puba, who's probably coming back from Aruba\n  Wit the skill to buildI'm saying peace, you niggaz, chill\n\n  (Grand Puba)\n  Dig it, I be that nigga wit the creamy ass rhyme flow\n  My shit's so hot, I'll burn the ass of an Eskimo\n  I'm saying though, it be the Grand flipping flam\n  Giving love to my fans and you know this man\n  My composition leaves competition wishing\n  They could be in my postition cuz I did it wit no ass kissing\n  I'll be there like Michael Jackson and you don't stop\n  Until you get enuff and I'll be damn if my nose drop\n  I speak Actual facts on how I feel\n  Don't worry baby, wit Puba, there's no waiting just to exhale\n  I bag dimes like Jada, step through playa haters\n  Keep niggaz moving like a fuking escalator\n  Because it's poetry in motion\n  Pube keep it smooth like lotion, keeping MC's lost like Billy Ocean\n  Dig what I'm sayingI be a buck 85 on the weigh-in\n\n  (Lord Finesse)\n  It goes dip dip diving, check who you sizing\n  It's the wize civilizing, pockets stll rising\n  When I drop it, i'm futuristic like Fiber Optic\n  Didn't buy my album, you played yourself, should of copped it\n  Nuthin could beat my elite rhymes throwing your hands kid\n  That better be a peace sign\n  You don't want it, that's my steelo, how we on it\n  When we do our thing, niggaz spread the word like informants\n  But still advancing, skills enhancing\n  We got up on a shooken offbeat like white people dancing\n  We're too bugged, true thugs\n  Quick to get in that ass in ways that homo's wouldn't approve of\n  I'm not yapping, just rapping\n  Don't care if you're gold or platinum, don't think it can't happen\n  Whether wit a beat or acapella, it's the mic Rockafella\n  Strictly out for the mozarella\n  Fuk guns and toolies, we don't betray movies\n  It's yours truely that's smoothly, still sounds groovy\n  You can't do me or dis me, don't try to get wit me\n  My style is tricky like spelling Mississippi\n  Strictly, come and get me, if you can flip me\n  If this flow was whisley, I have you muthafukas tipsy\n  The ghetto type playas that caters\n  Famous to you spectators, the rhyme sayers, catch you later\n"},{"id":26844501,"name":"Actual Facts","trackName":"Actual Facts","artistName":"Lord Finesse feat. Sadat X, Large Professor & Grand Puba","albumName":"The Awakening","duration":311.0933329,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Sadat X)\nWhen you say the name X, think synonymous wit fame\nOnly draw love off the mention of my name\nI got a rhyme or two left then I'm a blend to the side\nGo out on top like Jim Brown at his peak, I get wreck like ery week\nGet my freak on, who dares to speak on\nMy armed forces recon, penatrating like decon\nGuerilla tactics, stage theatrics\nHe's laying on the mattress\nI'm hiking up the black dress\nFinesse called on me to bless\nI pulled the S off my varsity sweater, fine tuned to the letter\nSo let's make these stacks and max, relax, be waxed\nThe tracks receive faxs wit my picture in a cowboy hat\nNow top that, yo, kid, top that\nKid got blown away at exactly where you're sitting\nJust the other day but nobody's admitting\nTo the crime, I'm a MC not a MD\nThe best in history or maybe one of the top 3\nSays myself, no diggedy\n\n(Large Professor)\nI be synonymous to king, fling niggaz to the mat\nLike an acrobat, flipping the mental ass whipping\nis served when I un-nerved another wack Jack imposter\nTrying to fraud, you gots to get the fuk down wit the Lord\nFinesse, whether you think you're pimp status or the best\nMad crazy or stupid, find a hot beat and loop it\nFor what it's worth, I've been a hip-hopper from birth\nTry to disrespect and get your ass played up like a smurf\nI'm running over the track, type of nigga to stack\nOne million, hit my moms, then fuk it, make a trillion\nTo start, showing the world who's the man wit the heart\nThat's about to blast off on these kids that's mad soft\nDon't fuk wit Large Professor or you get your ass mauled\nSo ah, say no more, them niggaz that's the raw\nLarge Profess, Lord Finesse and Dat X for the tour\nGrand Puba, who's probably coming back from Aruba\nWit the skill to buildI'm saying peace, you niggaz, chill\n\n(Grand Puba)\nDig it, I be that nigga wit the creamy ass rhyme flow\nMy shit's so hot, I'll burn the ass of an Eskimo\nI'm saying though, it be the Grand flipping flam\nGiving love to my fans and you know this man\nMy composition leaves competition wishing\nThey could be in my postition cuz I did it wit no ass kissing\nI'll be there like Michael Jackson and you don't stop\nUntil you get enuff and I'll be damn if my nose drop\nI speak Actual facts on how I feel\nDon't worry baby, wit Puba, there's no waiting just to exhale\nI bag dimes like Jada, step through playa haters\nKeep niggaz moving like a fuking escalator\nBecause it's poetry in motion\nPube keep it smooth like lotion, keeping MC's lost like Billy Ocean\nDig what I'm sayingI be a buck 85 on the weigh-in\n\n(Lord Finesse)\nIt goes dip dip diving, check who you sizing\nIt's the wize civilizing, pockets stll rising\nWhen I drop it, i'm futuristic like Fiber Optic\nDidn't buy my album, you played yourself, should of copped it\nNuthin could beat my elite rhymes throwing your hands kid\nThat better be a peace sign\nYou don't want it, that's my steelo, how we on it\nWhen we do our thing, niggaz spread the word like informants\nBut still advancing, skills enhancing\nWe got up on a shooken offbeat like white people dancing\nWe're too bugged, true thugs\nQuick to get in that ass in ways that homo's wouldn't approve of\nI'm not yapping, just rapping\nDon't care if you're gold or platinum, don't think it can't happen\nWhether wit a beat or acapella, it's the mic Rockafella\nStrictly out for the mozarella\nFuk guns and toolies, we don't betray movies\nIt's yours truely that's smoothly, still sounds groovy\nYou can't do me or dis me, don't try to get wit me\nMy style is tricky like spelling Mississippi\nStrictly, come and get me, if you can flip me\nIf this flow was whisley, I have you muthafukas tipsy\nThe ghetto type playas that caters\nFamous to you spectators, the rhyme sayers, catch you later","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Actual Facts\n  artist: Lord Finesse feat. Sadat X, Large Professor & Grand Puba\n  album: The Awakening\n  duration_ms: 311093\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (Sadat X)\n  When you say the name X, think synonymous wit fame\n  Only draw love off the mention of my name\n  I got a rhyme or two left then I'm a blend to the side\n  Go out on top like Jim Brown at his peak, I get wreck like ery week\n  Get my freak on, who dares to speak on\n  My armed forces recon, penatrating like decon\n  Guerilla tactics, stage theatrics\n  He's laying on the mattress\n  I'm hiking up the black dress\n  Finesse called on me to bless\n  I pulled the S off my varsity sweater, fine tuned to the letter\n  So let's make these stacks and max, relax, be waxed\n  The tracks receive faxs wit my picture in a cowboy hat\n  Now top that, yo, kid, top that\n  Kid got blown away at exactly where you're sitting\n  Just the other day but nobody's admitting\n  To the crime, I'm a MC not a MD\n  The best in history or maybe one of the top 3\n  Says myself, no diggedy\n\n  (Large Professor)\n  I be synonymous to king, fling niggaz to the mat\n  Like an acrobat, flipping the mental ass whipping\n  is served when I un-nerved another wack Jack imposter\n  Trying to fraud, you gots to get the fuk down wit the Lord\n  Finesse, whether you think you're pimp status or the best\n  Mad crazy or stupid, find a hot beat and loop it\n  For what it's worth, I've been a hip-hopper from birth\n  Try to disrespect and get your ass played up like a smurf\n  I'm running over the track, type of nigga to stack\n  One million, hit my moms, then fuk it, make a trillion\n  To start, showing the world who's the man wit the heart\n  That's about to blast off on these kids that's mad soft\n  Don't fuk wit Large Professor or you get your ass mauled\n  So ah, say no more, them niggaz that's the raw\n  Large Profess, Lord Finesse and Dat X for the tour\n  Grand Puba, who's probably coming back from Aruba\n  Wit the skill to buildI'm saying peace, you niggaz, chill\n\n  (Grand Puba)\n  Dig it, I be that nigga wit the creamy ass rhyme flow\n  My shit's so hot, I'll burn the ass of an Eskimo\n  I'm saying though, it be the Grand flipping flam\n  Giving love to my fans and you know this man\n  My composition leaves competition wishing\n  They could be in my postition cuz I did it wit no ass kissing\n  I'll be there like Michael Jackson and you don't stop\n  Until you get enuff and I'll be damn if my nose drop\n  I speak Actual facts on how I feel\n  Don't worry baby, wit Puba, there's no waiting just to exhale\n  I bag dimes like Jada, step through playa haters\n  Keep niggaz moving like a fuking escalator\n  Because it's poetry in motion\n  Pube keep it smooth like lotion, keeping MC's lost like Billy Ocean\n  Dig what I'm sayingI be a buck 85 on the weigh-in\n\n  (Lord Finesse)\n  It goes dip dip diving, check who you sizing\n  It's the wize civilizing, pockets stll rising\n  When I drop it, i'm futuristic like Fiber Optic\n  Didn't buy my album, you played yourself, should of copped it\n  Nuthin could beat my elite rhymes throwing your hands kid\n  That better be a peace sign\n  You don't want it, that's my steelo, how we on it\n  When we do our thing, niggaz spread the word like informants\n  But still advancing, skills enhancing\n  We got up on a shooken offbeat like white people dancing\n  We're too bugged, true thugs\n  Quick to get in that ass in ways that homo's wouldn't approve of\n  I'm not yapping, just rapping\n  Don't care if you're gold or platinum, don't think it can't happen\n  Whether wit a beat or acapella, it's the mic Rockafella\n  Strictly out for the mozarella\n  Fuk guns and toolies, we don't betray movies\n  It's yours truely that's smoothly, still sounds groovy\n  You can't do me or dis me, don't try to get wit me\n  My style is tricky like spelling Mississippi\n  Strictly, come and get me, if you can flip me\n  If this flow was whisley, I have you muthafukas tipsy\n  The ghetto type playas that caters\n  Famous to you spectators, the rhyme sayers, catch you later\n"},{"id":16675722,"name":"Actual Facts","trackName":"Actual Facts","artistName":"Lord Finesse featuring Grand Puba, Large Professor and Sadat X","albumName":"The Awakening","duration":309.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Sadat X)\nWhen you say the name X, think synonymous wit fame\nOnly draw love off the mention of my name\nI got a rhyme or two left then I'm a blend to the side\nGo out on top like Jim Brown at his peak, I get wreck like ery week\nGet my freak on, who dares to speak on\nMy armed forces recon, penatrating like decon\nGuerilla tactics, stage theatrics\nHe's laying on the mattress\nI'm hiking up the black dress\nFinesse called on me to bless\nI pulled the S off my varsity sweater, fine tuned to the letter\nSo let's make these stacks and max, relax, be waxed\nThe tracks receive faxs wit my picture in a cowboy hat\nNow top that, yo, kid, top that\nKid got blown away at exactly where you're sitting\nJust the other day but nobody's admitting\nTo the crime, I'm a MC not a MD\nThe best in history or maybe one of the top 3\nSays myself, no diggedy\n\n(Large Professor)\nI be synonymous to king, fling niggaz to the mat\nLike an acrobat, flipping the mental ass whipping\nis served when I un-nerved another wack Jack imposter\nTrying to fraud, you gots to get the fuk down wit the Lord\nFinesse, whether you think you're pimp status or the best\nMad crazy or stupid, find a hot beat and loop it\nFor what it's worth, I've been a hip-hopper from birth\nTry to disrespect and get your ass played up like a smurf\nI'm running over the track, type of nigga to stack\nOne million, hit my moms, then fuk it, make a trillion\nTo start, showing the world who's the man wit the heart\nThat's about to blast off on these kids that's mad soft\nDon't fuk wit Large Professor or you get your ass mauled\nSo ah, say no more, them niggaz that's the raw\nLarge Profess, Lord Finesse and Dat X for the tour\nGrand Puba, who's probably coming back from Aruba\nWit the skill to buildI'm saying peace, you niggaz, chill\n\n(Grand Puba)\nDig it, I be that nigga wit the creamy ass rhyme flow\nMy shit's so hot, I'll burn the ass of an Eskimo\nI'm saying though, it be the Grand flipping flam\nGiving love to my fans and you know this man\nMy composition leaves competition wishing\nThey could be in my postition cuz I did it wit no ass kissing\nI'll be there like Michael Jackson and you don't stop\nUntil you get enuff and I'll be damn if my nose drop\nI speak Actual facts on how I feel\nDon't worry baby, wit Puba, there's no waiting just to exhale\nI bag dimes like Jada, step through playa haters\nKeep niggaz moving like a fuking escalator\nBecause it's poetry in motion\nPube keep it smooth like lotion, keeping MC's lost like Billy Ocean\nDig what I'm sayingI be a buck 85 on the weigh-in\n\n(Lord Finesse)\nIt goes dip dip diving, check who you sizing\nIt's the wize civilizing, pockets stll rising\nWhen I drop it, i'm futuristic like Fiber Optic\nDidn't buy my album, you played yourself, should of copped it\nNuthin could beat my elite rhymes throwing your hands kid\nThat better be a peace sign\nYou don't want it, that's my steelo, how we on it\nWhen we do our thing, niggaz spread the word like informants\nBut still advancing, skills enhancing\nWe got up on a shooken offbeat like white people dancing\nWe're too bugged, true thugs\nQuick to get in that ass in ways that homo's wouldn't approve of\nI'm not yapping, just rapping\nDon't care if you're gold or platinum, don't think it can't happen\nWhether wit a beat or acapella, it's the mic Rockafella\nStrictly out for the mozarella\nFuk guns and toolies, we don't betray movies\nIt's yours truely that's smoothly, still sounds groovy\nYou can't do me or dis me, don't try to get wit me\nMy style is tricky like spelling Mississippi\nStrictly, come and get me, if you can flip me\nIf this flow was whisley, I have you muthafukas tipsy\nThe ghetto type playas that caters\nFamous to you spectators, the rhyme sayers, catch you later","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Actual Facts\n  artist: Lord Finesse featuring Grand Puba, Large Professor and Sadat X\n  album: The Awakening\n  duration_ms: 309000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (Sadat X)\n  When you say the name X, think synonymous wit fame\n  Only draw love off the mention of my name\n  I got a rhyme or two left then I'm a blend to the side\n  Go out on top like Jim Brown at his peak, I get wreck like ery week\n  Get my freak on, who dares to speak on\n  My armed forces recon, penatrating like decon\n  Guerilla tactics, stage theatrics\n  He's laying on the mattress\n  I'm hiking up the black dress\n  Finesse called on me to bless\n  I pulled the S off my varsity sweater, fine tuned to the letter\n  So let's make these stacks and max, relax, be waxed\n  The tracks receive faxs wit my picture in a cowboy hat\n  Now top that, yo, kid, top that\n  Kid got blown away at exactly where you're sitting\n  Just the other day but nobody's admitting\n  To the crime, I'm a MC not a MD\n  The best in history or maybe one of the top 3\n  Says myself, no diggedy\n\n  (Large Professor)\n  I be synonymous to king, fling niggaz to the mat\n  Like an acrobat, flipping the mental ass whipping\n  is served when I un-nerved another wack Jack imposter\n  Trying to fraud, you gots to get the fuk down wit the Lord\n  Finesse, whether you think you're pimp status or the best\n  Mad crazy or stupid, find a hot beat and loop it\n  For what it's worth, I've been a hip-hopper from birth\n  Try to disrespect and get your ass played up like a smurf\n  I'm running over the track, type of nigga to stack\n  One million, hit my moms, then fuk it, make a trillion\n  To start, showing the world who's the man wit the heart\n  That's about to blast off on these kids that's mad soft\n  Don't fuk wit Large Professor or you get your ass mauled\n  So ah, say no more, them niggaz that's the raw\n  Large Profess, Lord Finesse and Dat X for the tour\n  Grand Puba, who's probably coming back from Aruba\n  Wit the skill to buildI'm saying peace, you niggaz, chill\n\n  (Grand Puba)\n  Dig it, I be that nigga wit the creamy ass rhyme flow\n  My shit's so hot, I'll burn the ass of an Eskimo\n  I'm saying though, it be the Grand flipping flam\n  Giving love to my fans and you know this man\n  My composition leaves competition wishing\n  They could be in my postition cuz I did it wit no ass kissing\n  I'll be there like Michael Jackson and you don't stop\n  Until you get enuff and I'll be damn if my nose drop\n  I speak Actual facts on how I feel\n  Don't worry baby, wit Puba, there's no waiting just to exhale\n  I bag dimes like Jada, step through playa haters\n  Keep niggaz moving like a fuking escalator\n  Because it's poetry in motion\n  Pube keep it smooth like lotion, keeping MC's lost like Billy Ocean\n  Dig what I'm sayingI be a buck 85 on the weigh-in\n\n  (Lord Finesse)\n  It goes dip dip diving, check who you sizing\n  It's the wize civilizing, pockets stll rising\n  When I drop it, i'm futuristic like Fiber Optic\n  Didn't buy my album, you played yourself, should of copped it\n  Nuthin could beat my elite rhymes throwing your hands kid\n  That better be a peace sign\n  You don't want it, that's my steelo, how we on it\n  When we do our thing, niggaz spread the word like informants\n  But still advancing, skills enhancing\n  We got up on a shooken offbeat like white people dancing\n  We're too bugged, true thugs\n  Quick to get in that ass in ways that homo's wouldn't approve of\n  I'm not yapping, just rapping\n  Don't care if you're gold or platinum, don't think it can't happen\n  Whether wit a beat or acapella, it's the mic Rockafella\n  Strictly out for the mozarella\n  Fuk guns and toolies, we don't betray movies\n  It's yours truely that's smoothly, still sounds groovy\n  You can't do me or dis me, don't try to get wit me\n  My style is tricky like spelling Mississippi\n  Strictly, come and get me, if you can flip me\n  If this flow was whisley, I have you muthafukas tipsy\n  The ghetto type playas that caters\n  Famous to you spectators, the rhyme sayers, catch you later\n"},{"id":16735085,"name":"Actual Facts Feat. 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The ghetto type playas that caters\n  Famous to you spectators, the rhyme sayers, catch you later\n"},{"id":38828931,"name":"Actual Facts (featuring Grand Puba, Large Professor, Sadat X)","trackName":"Actual Facts (featuring Grand Puba, Large Professor, Sadat X)","artistName":"Lord Finesse","albumName":"The Awakening","duration":309.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Sadat X)\nWhen you say the name X, think synonymous wit fame\nOnly draw love off the mention of my name\nI got a rhyme or two left then I'm a blend to the side\nGo out on top like Jim Brown at his peak, I get wreck like ery week\nGet my freak on, who dares to speak on\nMy armed forces recon, penatrating like decon\nGuerilla tactics, stage theatrics\nHe's laying on the mattress\nI'm hiking up the black dress\nFinesse called on me to bless\nI pulled the S off my varsity sweater, fine tuned to the letter\nSo let's make these stacks and max, relax, be waxed\nThe tracks receive faxs wit my picture in a cowboy hat\nNow top that, yo, kid, top that\nKid got blown away at exactly where you're sitting\nJust the other day but nobody's admitting\nTo the crime, I'm a MC not a MD\nThe best in history or maybe one of the top 3\nSays myself, no diggedy\n\n(Large Professor)\nI be synonymous to king, fling niggaz to the mat\nLike an acrobat, flipping the mental ass whipping\nis served when I un-nerved another wack Jack imposter\nTrying to fraud, you gots to get the fuk down wit the Lord\nFinesse, whether you think you're pimp status or the best\nMad crazy or stupid, find a hot beat and loop it\nFor what it's worth, I've been a hip-hopper from birth\nTry to disrespect and get your ass played up like a smurf\nI'm running over the track, type of nigga to stack\nOne million, hit my moms, then fuk it, make a trillion\nTo start, showing the world who's the man wit the heart\nThat's about to blast off on these kids that's mad soft\nDon't fuk wit Large Professor or you get your ass mauled\nSo ah, say no more, them niggaz that's the raw\nLarge Profess, Lord Finesse and Dat X for the tour\nGrand Puba, who's probably coming back from Aruba\nWit the skill to buildI'm saying peace, you niggaz, chill\n\n(Grand Puba)\nDig it, I be that nigga wit the creamy ass rhyme flow\nMy shit's so hot, I'll burn the ass of an Eskimo\nI'm saying though, it be the Grand flipping flam\nGiving love to my fans and you know this man\nMy composition leaves competition wishing\nThey could be in my postition cuz I did it wit no ass kissing\nI'll be there like Michael Jackson and you don't stop\nUntil you get enuff and I'll be damn if my nose drop\nI speak Actual facts on how I feel\nDon't worry baby, wit Puba, there's no waiting just to exhale\nI bag dimes like Jada, step through playa haters\nKeep niggaz moving like a fuking escalator\nBecause it's poetry in motion\nPube keep it smooth like lotion, keeping MC's lost like Billy Ocean\nDig what I'm sayingI be a buck 85 on the weigh-in\n\n(Lord Finesse)\nIt goes dip dip diving, check who you sizing\nIt's the wize civilizing, pockets stll rising\nWhen I drop it, i'm futuristic like Fiber Optic\nDidn't buy my album, you played yourself, should of copped it\nNuthin could beat my elite rhymes throwing your hands kid\nThat better be a peace sign\nYou don't want it, that's my steelo, how we on it\nWhen we do our thing, niggaz spread the word like informants\nBut still advancing, skills enhancing\nWe got up on a shooken offbeat like white people dancing\nWe're too bugged, true thugs\nQuick to get in that ass in ways that homo's wouldn't approve of\nI'm not yapping, just rapping\nDon't care if you're gold or platinum, don't think it can't happen\nWhether wit a beat or acapella, it's the mic Rockafella\nStrictly out for the mozarella\nFuk guns and toolies, we don't betray movies\nIt's yours truely that's smoothly, still sounds groovy\nYou can't do me or dis me, don't try to get wit me\nMy style is tricky like spelling Mississippi\nStrictly, come and get me, if you can flip me\nIf this flow was whisley, I have you muthafukas tipsy\nThe ghetto type playas that caters\nFamous to you spectators, the rhyme sayers, catch you later","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Actual Facts (featuring Grand Puba, Large Professor, Sadat X)\n  artist: Lord Finesse\n  album: The Awakening\n  duration_ms: 309000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (Sadat X)\n  When you say the name X, think synonymous wit fame\n  Only draw love off the mention of my name\n  I got a rhyme or two left then I'm a blend to the side\n  Go out on top like Jim Brown at his peak, I get wreck like ery week\n  Get my freak on, who dares to speak on\n  My armed forces recon, penatrating like decon\n  Guerilla tactics, stage theatrics\n  He's laying on the mattress\n  I'm hiking up the black dress\n  Finesse called on me to bless\n  I pulled the S off my varsity sweater, fine tuned to the letter\n  So let's make these stacks and max, relax, be waxed\n  The tracks receive faxs wit my picture in a cowboy hat\n  Now top that, yo, kid, top that\n  Kid got blown away at exactly where you're sitting\n  Just the other day but nobody's admitting\n  To the crime, I'm a MC not a MD\n  The best in history or maybe one of the top 3\n  Says myself, no diggedy\n\n  (Large Professor)\n  I be synonymous to king, fling niggaz to the mat\n  Like an acrobat, flipping the mental ass whipping\n  is served when I un-nerved another wack Jack imposter\n  Trying to fraud, you gots to get the fuk down wit the Lord\n  Finesse, whether you think you're pimp status or the best\n  Mad crazy or stupid, find a hot beat and loop it\n  For what it's worth, I've been a hip-hopper from birth\n  Try to disrespect and get your ass played up like a smurf\n  I'm running over the track, type of nigga to stack\n  One million, hit my moms, then fuk it, make a trillion\n  To start, showing the world who's the man wit the heart\n  That's about to blast off on these kids that's mad soft\n  Don't fuk wit Large Professor or you get your ass mauled\n  So ah, say no more, them niggaz that's the raw\n  Large Profess, Lord Finesse and Dat X for the tour\n  Grand Puba, who's probably coming back from Aruba\n  Wit the skill to buildI'm saying peace, you niggaz, chill\n\n  (Grand Puba)\n  Dig it, I be that nigga wit the creamy ass rhyme flow\n  My shit's so hot, I'll burn the ass of an Eskimo\n  I'm saying though, it be the Grand flipping flam\n  Giving love to my fans and you know this man\n  My composition leaves competition wishing\n  They could be in my postition cuz I did it wit no ass kissing\n  I'll be there like Michael Jackson and you don't stop\n  Until you get enuff and I'll be damn if my nose drop\n  I speak Actual facts on how I feel\n  Don't worry baby, wit Puba, there's no waiting just to exhale\n  I bag dimes like Jada, step through playa haters\n  Keep niggaz moving like a fuking escalator\n  Because it's poetry in motion\n  Pube keep it smooth like lotion, keeping MC's lost like Billy Ocean\n  Dig what I'm sayingI be a buck 85 on the weigh-in\n\n  (Lord Finesse)\n  It goes dip dip diving, check who you sizing\n  It's the wize civilizing, pockets stll rising\n  When I drop it, i'm futuristic like Fiber Optic\n  Didn't buy my album, you played yourself, should of copped it\n  Nuthin could beat my elite rhymes throwing your hands kid\n  That better be a peace sign\n  You don't want it, that's my steelo, how we on it\n  When we do our thing, niggaz spread the word like informants\n  But still advancing, skills enhancing\n  We got up on a shooken offbeat like white people dancing\n  We're too bugged, true thugs\n  Quick to get in that ass in ways that homo's wouldn't approve of\n  I'm not yapping, just rapping\n  Don't care if you're gold or platinum, don't think it can't happen\n  Whether wit a beat or acapella, it's the mic Rockafella\n  Strictly out for the mozarella\n  Fuk guns and toolies, we don't betray movies\n  It's yours truely that's smoothly, still sounds groovy\n  You can't do me or dis me, don't try to get wit me\n  My style is tricky like spelling Mississippi\n  Strictly, come and get me, if you can flip me\n  If this flow was whisley, I have you muthafukas tipsy\n  The ghetto type playas that caters\n  Famous to you spectators, the rhyme sayers, catch you later\n"}]