[{"id":25367012,"name":"Live at the Barbeque","trackName":"Live at the Barbeque","artistName":"Main Source","albumName":"Pass The Mic - The Posse Album","duration":276.133333,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Ahhhhhhhhhhh\nOhhhh ho!\nHo! Ho! Ho! Ho! It's like\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nAnd that's all!\n\nNas\nStreet's disciple, my raps are trifle\nI shoot slugs from my brain just like a rifle\nStampede the stage I leave the microphone split\nPlay Mr. Tuffy while I'm on some Pretty Tone shit\nVerbal assassin my architect pleases\nWhen I was twelve I went to hell for snuffin Jesus\nNasty Nas is a rebel to America\nPolice murderer, I'm causin hysteria\nMy troops roll up with a strange force\nI was trapped in a cage and let out by the Main Source\nSwimmin in women like a lifeguard\nPut on a bulletproof, nigga, I strike hard\nKidnap the President's wife without a plan\nAnd hangin niggaz like the Ku Klux Klan\nI melt mics till the sound waves over\nBefore steppin to me you'd rather step to Jehovah\nSlammin MC's on cement\nCause verbally, I'm iller than a AIDS patient\nI move swift and uplift\nYour mind shoot the gift when I riff in rhyme\nRappin sniper, speakin real words\nMy thoughts react, like Steven Spielberg's\nPoetry attacks, paragraphs punch hard\nMy brain is insane, I'm out to lunch God\nScience is dropped, my raps are toxic\nMy voicebox locks and excels like a rocket\n\nAiyyo it's like\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nAnd that's all!\n\nFatal\nFatal is merciful and they curse me\nWhen I grip the mic I show no mercy\nI got heart, I rip the party apart\nFrom the seams and hem'up like bell-bottom jeans\nBut you get done, you get blues like 501\nBrothers are live but I betcha I'm liver son\nSo let me get upon the scene and redeem\nThe dream of a team, and knock'em out like Mitch Green\nSmoke some thai weed, flow at a high speed\nRap on off breaks stompin' like Northlakes\nCause I'm livin larger than the founders of Fendi\nAn Asiatic brother that many rappers envy\nSo round up your crew and entourage\nAnd let the God Merciful just take charge\n\nAiyyo, it's like\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nAnd that's all!\n\nAkinyele\nSome of them said (said what?) that the Ak should quit\nBut I don't sweat it, cause I'm too big for that small shit\nLike pigs when it comes to a showdown\nHuff and puff but the Ak won't get blown down\nCause I come strong, rather than come at all and not be ready\nThat's what seperates me from the petty\nMC's gas themselves by drinking too much getty\nAnd get torn the fuck up like confetti\nI'm rich and thick, your lyrics like Aunt jemimah\nIt doesn't take Keenan Ivory Wayans to know that I'ma\nGet You Sucka, if you bite like a piranha\nSo save them preschool rhymes for the kids at Wonderama\nPoint blank, period, with no comma\nRhymes so dangerous, call for the homi-\nCide cause I knock'em dead even when I'm at my worst\nThe only future that lies ahead of them is the lights from the hearse\nGot game like a crackhead\nBut don't be mislead, I keep rappers on lock like a dread\nKnots in the head from the words that I said\nSo get a shovel and dig your grave cause the shit you talk is dead\n\nAiyyo, it's like\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nAnd that's all!\n\nLarge Professor\nI grab up girls like jacks\nAdd'em on like tax, and I'm over like Hot Trax\nAs far as brothers are concerned a pressure cooker from start\nTo finish I diminish like a cuisinart\nSecondly, I'm sick of critics, who's neckin' me\n(Oooh he got an afro) yo, but I get dough\nWhy's my name the Large Professor?\nCause I milked your cow in other words I hit your heffer\nDon't talk about how you can break Rambo\nThat's just a bunch of mamba-ja-hambo\nPropaganda, save it for Savanda\nJoe and Amanda, Zach and Alexandra\nDon't let the folks around your way puff your head\nCause you'll be the owner of a hospital bed\nI'll kick fire out your ass so fast\nYou'll be as crispy as my man Bill Blass\n\nAiyyo, it's like\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nAnd that's all!\n\nIt's like\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nAnd that's all!\n\nIt's like\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nAnd that's all!\n\nIt's like\nLike that y'all (that y'all), like that y'all (that y'all)\nLike that y'all (that y'all), like that y'all (that y'all)\nLike that y'all (that y'all), like that y'all (that y'all)\nYo, and that's all!","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.22] Ahhhhhhhhhhh\n[00:06.41] Ohhhh ho!\n[00:11.49] Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho! It's like\n[00:15.71] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[00:18.14] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[00:20.67] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[00:23.15] And that's all!\n[00:24.12] Nas\n[00:24.52] Street's disciple, my raps are trifle\n[00:27.28] I shoot slugs from my brain just like a rifle\n[00:29.79] Stampede the stage I leave the microphone split\n[00:32.30] Play Mr. Tuffy while I'm on some Pretty Tone shit\n[00:34.73] Verbal assassin my architect pleases\n[00:36.87] When I was twelve I went to hell for snuffin Jesus\n[00:39.36] Nasty Nas is a rebel to America\n[00:41.99] Police murderer, I'm causin hysteria\n[00:44.22] My troops roll up with a strange force\n[00:46.28] I was trapped in a cage and let out by the Main Source\n[00:48.78] Swimmin in women like a lifeguard\n[00:51.26] Put on a bulletproof, nigga, I strike hard\n[00:53.23] Kidnap the President's wife without a plan\n[00:55.83] And hangin niggaz like the Ku Klux Klan\n[00:57.94] I melt mics till the sound waves over\n[01:00.27] Before steppin to me you'd rather step to Jehovah\n[01:02.95] Slammin MC's on cement\n[01:04.99] Cause verbally, I'm iller than a AIDS patient\n[01:07.78] I move swift and uplift\n[01:09.63] Your mind shoot the gift when I riff in rhyme\n[01:12.16] Rappin sniper, speakin real words\n[01:14.40] My thoughts react, like Steven Spielberg's\n[01:16.97] Poetry attacks, paragraphs punch hard\n[01:19.18] My brain is insane, I'm out to lunch God\n[01:21.51] Science is dropped, my raps are toxic\n[01:23.87] My voicebox locks and excels like a rocket\n[01:25.80] Aiyyo it's like\n[01:26.95] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[01:29.14] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[01:31.85] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[01:33.57] And that's all!\n[01:34.97] Fatal\n[01:35.34] Fatal is merciful and they curse me\n[01:37.77] When I grip the mic I show no mercy\n[01:40.37] I got heart, I rip the party apart\n[01:42.28] From the seams and hem'up like bell-bottom jeans\n[01:44.73] But you get done, you get blues like 501\n[01:47.33] Brothers are live but I betcha I'm liver son\n[01:49.68] So let me get upon the scene and redeem\n[01:51.86] The dream of a team, and knock'em out like Mitch Green\n[01:54.32] Smoke some thai weed, flow at a high speed\n[01:56.87] Rap on off breaks stompin' like Northlakes\n[01:59.12] Cause I'm livin larger than the founders of Fendi\n[02:01.46] An Asiatic brother that many rappers envy\n[02:03.70] So round up your crew and entourage\n[02:05.97] And let the God Merciful just take charge\n[02:08.03] Aiyyo, it's like\n[02:08.76] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[02:10.16] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[02:12.71] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[02:15.00] And that's all!\n[02:17.23] Akinyele\n[02:17.63] Some of them said (said what?) that the Ak should quit\n[02:20.37] But I don't sweat it, cause I'm too big for that small shit\n[02:22.82] Like pigs when it comes to a showdown\n[02:25.13] Huff and puff but the Ak won't get blown down\n[02:27.34] Cause I come strong, rather than come at all and not be ready\n[02:30.23] That's what seperates me from the petty\n[02:32.69] MC's gas themselves by drinking too much getty\n[02:34.79] And get torn the fuck up like confetti\n[02:36.99] I'm rich and thick, your lyrics like Aunt jemimah\n[02:39.16] It doesn't take Keenan Ivory Wayans to know that I'ma\n[02:41.46] Get You Sucka, if you bite like a piranha\n[02:43.63] So save them preschool rhymes for the kids at Wonderama\n[02:46.24] Point blank, period, with no comma\n[02:48.34] Rhymes so dangerous, call for the homi-\n[02:50.52] Cide cause I knock'em dead even when I'm at my worst\n[02:53.07] The only future that lies ahead of them is the lights from the hearse\n[02:55.78] Got game like a crackhead\n[02:57.30] But don't be mislead, I keep rappers on lock like a dread\n[03:00.34] Knots in the head from the words that I said\n[03:02.40] So get a shovel and dig your grave cause the shit you talk is dead\n[03:04.67] Aiyyo, it's like\n[03:06.36] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[03:07.87] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[03:09.87] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[03:12.83] And that's all!\n[03:13.30] Large Professor\n[03:13.93] I grab up girls like jacks\n[03:16.60] Add'em on like tax, and I'm over like Hot Trax\n[03:19.42] As far as brothers are concerned a pressure cooker from start\n[03:22.03] To finish I diminish like a cuisinart\n[03:24.14] Secondly, I'm sick of critics, who's neckin' me\n[03:26.24] (Oooh he got an afro) yo, but I get dough\n[03:28.61] Why's my name the Large Professor?\n[03:30.96] Cause I milked your cow in other words I hit your heffer\n[03:33.28] Don't talk about how you can break Rambo\n[03:35.76] That's just a bunch of mamba-ja-hambo\n[03:38.09] Propaganda, save it for Savanda\n[03:40.37] Joe and Amanda, Zach and Alexandra\n[03:42.65] Don't let the folks around your way puff your head\n[03:45.08] Cause you'll be the owner of a hospital bed\n[03:47.34] I'll kick fire out your ass so fast\n[03:49.82] You'll be as crispy as my man Bill Blass\n[03:52.02] Aiyyo, it's like\n[03:53.18] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[03:54.17] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[03:57.34] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[03:59.76] And that's all!\n[04:00.95] It's like\n[04:01.54] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[04:03.60] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[04:06.16] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[04:08.61] And that's all!\n[04:10.77] It's like\n[04:11.13] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[04:13.08] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[04:15.41] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[04:17.44] And that's all!\n[04:19.92] It's like\n[04:20.81] Like that y'all (that y'all), like that y'all (that y'all)\n[04:23.36] Like that y'all (that y'all), like that y'all (that y'all)\n[04:25.17] Like that y'all (that y'all), like that y'all (that y'all)\n[04:26.95] Yo, and that's all!\n[04:29.61] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Live at the Barbeque\n  artist: Main Source\n  album: Pass The Mic - The Posse Album\n  duration_ms: 276133\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Ahhhhhhhhhhh\n  start_ms: 3220\n  end_ms: 6410\n- text: Ohhhh ho!\n  start_ms: 6410\n  end_ms: 11490\n- text: Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho! It's like\n  start_ms: 11490\n  end_ms: 15710\n- text: That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  start_ms: 15710\n  end_ms: 18140\n- text: That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  start_ms: 18140\n  end_ms: 20670\n- text: That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  start_ms: 20670\n  end_ms: 23150\n- text: And that's all!\n  start_ms: 23150\n  end_ms: 24120\n- text: Nas\n  start_ms: 24120\n  end_ms: 24520\n- text: Street's disciple, my raps are trifle\n  start_ms: 24520\n  end_ms: 27280\n- text: I shoot slugs from my brain just like a rifle\n  start_ms: 27280\n  end_ms: 29790\n- text: Stampede the stage I leave the microphone split\n  start_ms: 29790\n  end_ms: 32300\n- text: Play Mr. Tuffy while I'm on some Pretty Tone shit\n  start_ms: 32300\n  end_ms: 34730\n- text: Verbal assassin my architect pleases\n  start_ms: 34730\n  end_ms: 36870\n- text: When I was twelve I went to hell for snuffin Jesus\n  start_ms: 36870\n  end_ms: 39360\n- text: Nasty Nas is 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93570\n- text: And that's all!\n  start_ms: 93570\n  end_ms: 94970\n- text: Fatal\n  start_ms: 94970\n  end_ms: 95340\n- text: Fatal is merciful and they curse me\n  start_ms: 95340\n  end_ms: 97770\n- text: When I grip the mic I show no mercy\n  start_ms: 97770\n  end_ms: 100370\n- text: I got heart, I rip the party apart\n  start_ms: 100370\n  end_ms: 102280\n- text: From the seams and hem'up like bell-bottom jeans\n  start_ms: 102280\n  end_ms: 104730\n- text: But you get done, you get blues like 501\n  start_ms: 104730\n  end_ms: 107330\n- text: Brothers are live but I betcha I'm liver son\n  start_ms: 107330\n  end_ms: 109680\n- text: So let me get upon the scene and redeem\n  start_ms: 109680\n  end_ms: 111860\n- text: The dream of a team, and knock'em out like Mitch Green\n  start_ms: 111860\n  end_ms: 114320\n- text: Smoke some thai weed, flow at a high speed\n  start_ms: 114320\n  end_ms: 116870\n- text: Rap on off breaks stompin' like Northlakes\n  start_ms: 116870\n  end_ms: 119120\n- text: Cause I'm livin larger than the founders of Fendi\n  start_ms: 119120\n  end_ms: 121460\n- text: An Asiatic brother that many rappers envy\n  start_ms: 121460\n  end_ms: 123700\n- text: So round up your crew and entourage\n  start_ms: 123700\n  end_ms: 125970\n- text: And let the God Merciful just take charge\n  start_ms: 125970\n  end_ms: 128030\n- text: Aiyyo, it's like\n  start_ms: 128030\n  end_ms: 128760\n- text: That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  start_ms: 128760\n  end_ms: 130160\n- text: That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  start_ms: 130160\n  end_ms: 132710\n- text: That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  start_ms: 132710\n  end_ms: 135000\n- text: And that's all!\n  start_ms: 135000\n  end_ms: 137230\n- text: Akinyele\n  start_ms: 137230\n  end_ms: 137630\n- text: Some of them said (said what?) that the Ak should quit\n  start_ms: 137630\n  end_ms: 140370\n- text: But I don't sweat it, cause I'm too big for that 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187870\n  end_ms: 189870\n- text: That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  start_ms: 189870\n  end_ms: 192830\n- text: And that's all!\n  start_ms: 192830\n  end_ms: 193300\n- text: Large Professor\n  start_ms: 193300\n  end_ms: 193930\n- text: I grab up girls like jacks\n  start_ms: 193930\n  end_ms: 196600\n- text: Add'em on like tax, and I'm over like Hot Trax\n  start_ms: 196600\n  end_ms: 199420\n- text: As far as brothers are concerned a pressure cooker from start\n  start_ms: 199420\n  end_ms: 202030\n- text: To finish I diminish like a cuisinart\n  start_ms: 202030\n  end_ms: 204140\n- text: Secondly, I'm sick of critics, who's neckin' me\n  start_ms: 204140\n  end_ms: 206240\n- text: (Oooh he got an afro) yo, but I get dough\n  start_ms: 206240\n  end_ms: 208610\n- text: Why's my name the Large Professor?\n  start_ms: 208610\n  end_ms: 210960\n- text: Cause I milked your cow in other words I hit your heffer\n  start_ms: 210960\n  end_ms: 213280\n- text: Don't talk about how you can break Rambo\n  start_ms: 213280\n  end_ms: 215760\n- text: That's just a bunch of mamba-ja-hambo\n  start_ms: 215760\n  end_ms: 218090\n- text: Propaganda, save it for Savanda\n  start_ms: 218090\n  end_ms: 220370\n- text: Joe and Amanda, Zach and Alexandra\n  start_ms: 220370\n  end_ms: 222650\n- text: Don't let the folks around your way puff your head\n  start_ms: 222650\n  end_ms: 225080\n- text: Cause you'll be the owner of a hospital bed\n  start_ms: 225080\n  end_ms: 227340\n- text: I'll kick fire out your ass so fast\n  start_ms: 227340\n  end_ms: 229820\n- text: You'll be as crispy as my man Bill Blass\n  start_ms: 229820\n  end_ms: 232020\n- text: Aiyyo, it's like\n  start_ms: 232020\n  end_ms: 233180\n- text: That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  start_ms: 233180\n  end_ms: 234170\n- text: That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  start_ms: 234170\n  end_ms: 237340\n- text: That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  start_ms: 237340\n  end_ms: 239760\n- text: And that's all!\n  start_ms: 239760\n  end_ms: 240950\n- text: It's like\n  start_ms: 240950\n  end_ms: 241540\n- text: That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  start_ms: 241540\n  end_ms: 243600\n- text: That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  start_ms: 243600\n  end_ms: 246160\n- text: That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  start_ms: 246160\n  end_ms: 248610\n- text: And that's all!\n  start_ms: 248610\n  end_ms: 250770\n- text: It's like\n  start_ms: 250770\n  end_ms: 251130\n- text: That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  start_ms: 251130\n  end_ms: 253080\n- text: That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  start_ms: 253080\n  end_ms: 255410\n- text: That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  start_ms: 255410\n  end_ms: 257440\n- text: And that's all!\n  start_ms: 257440\n  end_ms: 259920\n- text: It's like\n  start_ms: 259920\n  end_ms: 260810\n- text: Like that y'all (that y'all), like that y'all (that y'all)\n  start_ms: 260810\n  end_ms: 263360\n- text: Like that y'all (that y'all), like that y'all (that y'all)\n  start_ms: 263360\n  end_ms: 265170\n- text: Like that y'all (that y'all), like that y'all (that y'all)\n  start_ms: 265170\n  end_ms: 266950\n- text: Yo, and that's all!\n  start_ms: 266950\n  end_ms: 269610\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 269610\nplain: |-\n  Ahhhhhhhhhhh\n  Ohhhh ho!\n  Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho! It's like\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  And that's all!\n\n  Nas\n  Street's disciple, my raps are trifle\n  I shoot slugs from my brain just like a rifle\n  Stampede the stage I leave the microphone split\n  Play Mr. Tuffy while I'm on some Pretty Tone shit\n  Verbal assassin my architect pleases\n  When I was twelve I went to hell for snuffin Jesus\n  Nasty Nas is a rebel to America\n  Police murderer, I'm causin hysteria\n  My troops roll up with a strange force\n  I was trapped in a cage and let out by the Main Source\n  Swimmin in women like a lifeguard\n  Put on a bulletproof, nigga, I strike hard\n  Kidnap the President's wife without a plan\n  And hangin niggaz like the Ku Klux Klan\n  I melt mics till the sound waves over\n  Before steppin to me you'd rather step to Jehovah\n  Slammin MC's on cement\n  Cause verbally, I'm iller than a AIDS patient\n  I move swift and uplift\n  Your mind shoot the gift when I riff in rhyme\n  Rappin sniper, speakin real words\n  My thoughts react, like Steven Spielberg's\n  Poetry attacks, paragraphs punch hard\n  My brain is insane, I'm out to lunch God\n  Science is dropped, my raps are toxic\n  My voicebox locks and excels like a rocket\n\n  Aiyyo it's like\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  And that's all!\n\n  Fatal\n  Fatal is merciful and they curse me\n  When I grip the mic I show no mercy\n  I got heart, I rip the party apart\n  From the seams and hem'up like bell-bottom jeans\n  But you get done, you get blues like 501\n  Brothers are live but I betcha I'm liver son\n  So let me get upon the scene and redeem\n  The dream of a team, and knock'em out like Mitch Green\n  Smoke some thai weed, flow at a high speed\n  Rap on off breaks stompin' like Northlakes\n  Cause I'm livin larger than the founders of Fendi\n  An Asiatic brother that many rappers envy\n  So round up your crew and entourage\n  And let the God Merciful just take charge\n\n  Aiyyo, it's like\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  And that's all!\n\n  Akinyele\n  Some of them said (said what?) that the Ak should quit\n  But I don't sweat it, cause I'm too big for that small shit\n  Like pigs when it comes to a showdown\n  Huff and puff but the Ak won't get blown down\n  Cause I come strong, rather than come at all and not be ready\n  That's what seperates me from the petty\n  MC's gas themselves by drinking too much getty\n  And get torn the fuck up like confetti\n  I'm rich and thick, your lyrics like Aunt jemimah\n  It doesn't take Keenan Ivory Wayans to know that I'ma\n  Get You Sucka, if you bite like a piranha\n  So save them preschool rhymes for the kids at Wonderama\n  Point blank, period, with no comma\n  Rhymes so dangerous, call for the homi-\n  Cide cause I knock'em dead even when I'm at my worst\n  The only future that lies ahead of them is the lights from the hearse\n  Got game like a crackhead\n  But don't be mislead, I keep rappers on lock like a dread\n  Knots in the head from the words that I said\n  So get a shovel and dig your grave cause the shit you talk is dead\n\n  Aiyyo, it's like\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  And that's all!\n\n  Large Professor\n  I grab up girls like jacks\n  Add'em on like tax, and I'm over like Hot Trax\n  As far as brothers are concerned a pressure cooker from start\n  To finish I diminish like a cuisinart\n  Secondly, I'm sick of critics, who's neckin' me\n  (Oooh he got an afro) yo, but I get dough\n  Why's my name the Large Professor?\n  Cause I milked your cow in other words I hit your heffer\n  Don't talk about how you can break Rambo\n  That's just a bunch of mamba-ja-hambo\n  Propaganda, save it for Savanda\n  Joe and Amanda, Zach and Alexandra\n  Don't let the folks around your way puff your head\n  Cause you'll be the owner of a hospital bed\n  I'll kick fire out your ass so fast\n  You'll be as crispy as my man Bill Blass\n\n  Aiyyo, it's like\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  And that's all!\n\n  It's like\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  And that's all!\n\n  It's like\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  And that's all!\n\n  It's like\n  Like that y'all (that y'all), like that y'all (that y'all)\n  Like that y'all (that y'all), like that y'all (that y'all)\n  Like that y'all (that y'all), like that y'all (that y'all)\n  Yo, and that's all!\n"},{"id":21331184,"name":"Live at the Barbeque","trackName":"Live at the Barbeque","artistName":"Main Source","albumName":"Grand Theft Auto IV - The Classics 104.1","duration":174.607792,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Ahhhhhhhhhhh\nOhhhh ho!\nHo! Ho! Ho! Ho! It's like\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nAnd that's all!\n\nNas\nStreet's disciple, my raps are trifle\nI shoot slugs from my brain just like a rifle\nStampede the stage I leave the microphone split\nPlay Mr. Tuffy while I'm on some Pretty Tone shit\nVerbal assassin my architect pleases\nWhen I was twelve I went to hell for snuffin Jesus\nNasty Nas is a rebel to America\nPolice murderer, I'm causin hysteria\nMy troops roll up with a strange force\nI was trapped in a cage and let out by the Main Source\nSwimmin in women like a lifeguard\nPut on a bulletproof, nigga, I strike hard\nKidnap the President's wife without a plan\nAnd hangin niggaz like the Ku Klux Klan\nI melt mics till the sound waves over\nBefore steppin to me you'd rather step to Jehovah\nSlammin MC's on cement\nCause verbally, I'm iller than a AIDS patient\nI move swift and uplift\nYour mind shoot the gift when I riff in rhyme\nRappin sniper, speakin real words\nMy thoughts react, like Steven Spielberg's\nPoetry attacks, paragraphs punch hard\nMy brain is insane, I'm out to lunch God\nScience is dropped, my raps are toxic\nMy voicebox locks and excels like a rocket\n\nAiyyo it's like\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nAnd that's all!\n\nFatal\nFatal is merciful and they curse me\nWhen I grip the mic I show no mercy\nI got heart, I rip the party apart\nFrom the seams and hem'up like bell-bottom jeans\nBut you get done, you get blues like 501\nBrothers are live but I betcha I'm liver son\nSo let me get upon the scene and redeem\nThe dream of a team, and knock'em out like Mitch Green\nSmoke some thai weed, flow at a high speed\nRap on off breaks stompin' like Northlakes\nCause I'm livin larger than the founders of Fendi\nAn Asiatic brother that many rappers envy\nSo round up your crew and entourage\nAnd let the God Merciful just take charge\n\nAiyyo, it's like\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nAnd that's all!\n\nAkinyele\nSome of them said (said what?) that the Ak should quit\nBut I don't sweat it, cause I'm too big for that small shit\nLike pigs when it comes to a showdown\nHuff and puff but the Ak won't get blown down\nCause I come strong, rather than come at all and not be ready\nThat's what seperates me from the petty\nMC's gas themselves by drinking too much getty\nAnd get torn the fuck up like confetti\nI'm rich and thick, your lyrics like Aunt jemimah\nIt doesn't take Keenan Ivory Wayans to know that I'ma\nGet You Sucka, if you bite like a piranha\nSo save them preschool rhymes for the kids at Wonderama\nPoint blank, period, with no comma\nRhymes so dangerous, call for the homi-\nCide cause I knock'em dead even when I'm at my worst\nThe only future that lies ahead of them is the lights from the hearse\nGot game like a crackhead\nBut don't be mislead, I keep rappers on lock like a dread\nKnots in the head from the words that I said\nSo get a shovel and dig your grave cause the shit you talk is dead\n\nAiyyo, it's like\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nAnd that's all!\n\nLarge Professor\nI grab up girls like jacks\nAdd'em on like tax, and I'm over like Hot Trax\nAs far as brothers are concerned a pressure cooker from start\nTo finish I diminish like a cuisinart\nSecondly, I'm sick of critics, who's neckin' me\n(Oooh he got an afro) yo, but I get dough\nWhy's my name the Large Professor?\nCause I milked your cow in other words I hit your heffer\nDon't talk about how you can break Rambo\nThat's just a bunch of mamba-ja-hambo\nPropaganda, save it for Savanda\nJoe and Amanda, Zach and Alexandra\nDon't let the folks around your way puff your head\nCause you'll be the owner of a hospital bed\nI'll kick fire out your ass so fast\nYou'll be as crispy as my man Bill Blass\n\nAiyyo, it's like\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nAnd that's all!\n\nIt's like\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nAnd that's all!\n\nIt's like\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nAnd that's all!\n\nIt's like\nLike that y'all (that y'all), like that y'all (that y'all)\nLike that y'all (that y'all), like that y'all (that y'all)\nLike that y'all (that y'all), like that y'all (that y'all)\nYo, and that's all!","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.22] Ahhhhhhhhhhh\n[00:06.41] Ohhhh ho!\n[00:11.49] Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho! It's like\n[00:15.71] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[00:18.14] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[00:20.67] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[00:23.15] And that's all!\n[00:24.12] Nas\n[00:24.52] Street's disciple, my raps are trifle\n[00:27.28] I shoot slugs from my brain just like a rifle\n[00:29.79] Stampede the stage I leave the microphone split\n[00:32.30] Play Mr. Tuffy while I'm on some Pretty Tone shit\n[00:34.73] Verbal assassin my architect pleases\n[00:36.87] When I was twelve I went to hell for snuffin Jesus\n[00:39.36] Nasty Nas is a rebel to America\n[00:41.99] Police murderer, I'm causin hysteria\n[00:44.22] My troops roll up with a strange force\n[00:46.28] I was trapped in a cage and let out by the Main Source\n[00:48.78] Swimmin in women like a lifeguard\n[00:51.26] Put on a bulletproof, nigga, I strike hard\n[00:53.23] Kidnap the President's wife without a plan\n[00:55.83] And hangin niggaz like the Ku Klux Klan\n[00:57.94] I melt mics till the sound waves over\n[01:00.27] Before steppin to me you'd rather step to Jehovah\n[01:02.95] Slammin MC's on cement\n[01:04.99] Cause verbally, I'm iller than a AIDS patient\n[01:07.78] I move swift and uplift\n[01:09.63] Your mind shoot the gift when I riff in rhyme\n[01:12.16] Rappin sniper, speakin real words\n[01:14.40] My thoughts react, like Steven Spielberg's\n[01:16.97] Poetry attacks, paragraphs punch hard\n[01:19.18] My brain is insane, I'm out to lunch God\n[01:21.51] Science is dropped, my raps are toxic\n[01:23.87] My voicebox locks and excels like a rocket\n[01:25.80] Aiyyo it's like\n[01:26.95] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[01:29.14] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[01:31.85] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[01:33.57] And that's all!\n[01:34.97] Fatal\n[01:35.34] Fatal is merciful and they curse me\n[01:37.77] When I grip the mic I show no mercy\n[01:40.37] I got heart, I rip the party apart\n[01:42.28] From the seams and hem'up like bell-bottom jeans\n[01:44.73] But you get done, you get blues like 501\n[01:47.33] Brothers are live but I betcha I'm liver son\n[01:49.68] So let me get upon the scene and redeem\n[01:51.86] The dream of a team, and knock'em out like Mitch Green\n[01:54.32] Smoke some thai weed, flow at a high speed\n[01:56.87] Rap on off breaks stompin' like Northlakes\n[01:59.12] Cause I'm livin larger than the founders of Fendi\n[02:01.46] An Asiatic brother that many rappers envy\n[02:03.70] So round up your crew and entourage\n[02:05.97] And let the God Merciful just take charge\n[02:08.03] Aiyyo, it's like\n[02:08.76] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[02:10.16] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[02:12.71] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[02:15.00] And that's all!\n[02:17.23] Akinyele\n[02:17.63] Some of them said (said what?) that the Ak should quit\n[02:20.37] But I don't sweat it, cause I'm too big for that small shit\n[02:22.82] Like pigs when it comes to a showdown\n[02:25.13] Huff and puff but the Ak won't get blown down\n[02:27.34] Cause I come strong, rather than come at all and not be ready\n[02:30.23] That's what seperates me from the petty\n[02:32.69] MC's gas themselves by drinking too much getty\n[02:34.79] And get torn the fuck up like confetti\n[02:36.99] I'm rich and thick, your lyrics like Aunt jemimah\n[02:39.16] It doesn't take Keenan Ivory Wayans to know that I'ma\n[02:41.46] Get You Sucka, if you bite like a piranha\n[02:43.63] So save them preschool rhymes for the kids at Wonderama\n[02:46.24] Point blank, period, with no comma\n[02:48.34] Rhymes so dangerous, call for the homi-\n[02:50.52] Cide cause I knock'em dead even when I'm at my worst\n[02:53.07] The only future that lies ahead of them is the lights from the hearse\n[02:55.78] Got game like a crackhead\n[02:57.30] But don't be mislead, I keep rappers on lock like a dread\n[03:00.34] Knots in the head from the words that I said\n[03:02.40] So get a shovel and dig your grave cause the shit you talk is dead\n[03:04.67] Aiyyo, it's like\n[03:06.36] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[03:07.87] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[03:09.87] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[03:12.83] And that's all!\n[03:13.30] Large Professor\n[03:13.93] I grab up girls like jacks\n[03:16.60] Add'em on like tax, and I'm over like Hot Trax\n[03:19.42] As far as brothers are concerned a pressure cooker from start\n[03:22.03] To finish I diminish like a cuisinart\n[03:24.14] Secondly, I'm sick of critics, who's neckin' me\n[03:26.24] (Oooh he got an afro) yo, but I get dough\n[03:28.61] Why's my name the Large Professor?\n[03:30.96] Cause I milked your cow in other words I hit your heffer\n[03:33.28] Don't talk about how you can break Rambo\n[03:35.76] That's just a bunch of mamba-ja-hambo\n[03:38.09] Propaganda, save it for Savanda\n[03:40.37] Joe and Amanda, Zach and Alexandra\n[03:42.65] Don't let the folks around your way puff your head\n[03:45.08] Cause you'll be the owner of a hospital bed\n[03:47.34] I'll kick fire out your ass so fast\n[03:49.82] You'll be as crispy as my man Bill Blass\n[03:52.02] Aiyyo, it's like\n[03:53.18] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[03:54.17] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[03:57.34] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[03:59.76] And that's all!\n[04:00.95] It's like\n[04:01.54] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[04:03.60] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[04:06.16] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[04:08.61] And that's all!\n[04:10.77] It's like\n[04:11.13] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[04:13.08] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[04:15.41] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[04:17.44] And that's all!\n[04:19.92] It's like\n[04:20.81] Like that y'all (that y'all), like that y'all (that y'all)\n[04:23.36] Like that y'all (that y'all), like that y'all (that y'all)\n[04:25.17] Like that y'all (that y'all), like that y'all (that y'all)\n[04:26.95] Yo, and that's all!\n[04:29.61] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Live at the Barbeque\n  artist: Main Source\n  album: Grand Theft Auto IV - The Classics 104.1\n  duration_ms: 174608\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Ahhhhhhhhhhh\n  start_ms: 3220\n  end_ms: 6410\n- text: Ohhhh ho!\n  start_ms: 6410\n  end_ms: 11490\n- text: Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho! It's like\n  start_ms: 11490\n  end_ms: 15710\n- text: That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  start_ms: 15710\n  end_ms: 18140\n- text: That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  start_ms: 18140\n  end_ms: 20670\n- text: That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  start_ms: 20670\n  end_ms: 23150\n- text: And that's all!\n  start_ms: 23150\n  end_ms: 24120\n- text: Nas\n  start_ms: 24120\n  end_ms: 24520\n- text: Street's disciple, my raps are trifle\n  start_ms: 24520\n  end_ms: 27280\n- text: I shoot slugs from my brain just like a rifle\n  start_ms: 27280\n  end_ms: 29790\n- text: Stampede the stage I leave the microphone split\n  start_ms: 29790\n  end_ms: 32300\n- text: Play Mr. Tuffy while I'm on some Pretty Tone shit\n  start_ms: 32300\n  end_ms: 34730\n- text: Verbal assassin my architect pleases\n  start_ms: 34730\n  end_ms: 36870\n- text: When I was twelve I went to hell for snuffin Jesus\n  start_ms: 36870\n  end_ms: 39360\n- text: Nasty Nas is 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93570\n- text: And that's all!\n  start_ms: 93570\n  end_ms: 94970\n- text: Fatal\n  start_ms: 94970\n  end_ms: 95340\n- text: Fatal is merciful and they curse me\n  start_ms: 95340\n  end_ms: 97770\n- text: When I grip the mic I show no mercy\n  start_ms: 97770\n  end_ms: 100370\n- text: I got heart, I rip the party apart\n  start_ms: 100370\n  end_ms: 102280\n- text: From the seams and hem'up like bell-bottom jeans\n  start_ms: 102280\n  end_ms: 104730\n- text: But you get done, you get blues like 501\n  start_ms: 104730\n  end_ms: 107330\n- text: Brothers are live but I betcha I'm liver son\n  start_ms: 107330\n  end_ms: 109680\n- text: So let me get upon the scene and redeem\n  start_ms: 109680\n  end_ms: 111860\n- text: The dream of a team, and knock'em out like Mitch Green\n  start_ms: 111860\n  end_ms: 114320\n- text: Smoke some thai weed, flow at a high speed\n  start_ms: 114320\n  end_ms: 116870\n- text: Rap on off breaks stompin' like Northlakes\n  start_ms: 116870\n  end_ms: 119120\n- text: Cause I'm livin larger than the founders of Fendi\n  start_ms: 119120\n  end_ms: 121460\n- text: An Asiatic brother that many rappers envy\n  start_ms: 121460\n  end_ms: 123700\n- text: So round up your crew and entourage\n  start_ms: 123700\n  end_ms: 125970\n- text: And let the God Merciful just take charge\n  start_ms: 125970\n  end_ms: 128030\n- text: Aiyyo, it's like\n  start_ms: 128030\n  end_ms: 128760\n- text: That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  start_ms: 128760\n  end_ms: 130160\n- text: That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  start_ms: 130160\n  end_ms: 132710\n- text: That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  start_ms: 132710\n  end_ms: 135000\n- text: And that's all!\n  start_ms: 135000\n  end_ms: 137230\n- text: Akinyele\n  start_ms: 137230\n  end_ms: 137630\n- text: Some of them said (said what?) that the Ak should quit\n  start_ms: 137630\n  end_ms: 140370\n- text: But I don't sweat it, cause I'm too big for that small shit\n  start_ms: 140370\n  end_ms: 142820\n- text: Like pigs when it comes to a showdown\n  start_ms: 142820\n  end_ms: 145130\n- text: Huff and puff but the Ak won't get blown down\n  start_ms: 145130\n  end_ms: 147340\n- text: Cause I come strong, rather than come at all and not be ready\n  start_ms: 147340\n  end_ms: 150230\n- text: That's what seperates me from the petty\n  start_ms: 150230\n  end_ms: 152690\n- text: MC's gas themselves by drinking too much getty\n  start_ms: 152690\n  end_ms: 154790\n- text: And get torn the fuck up like confetti\n  start_ms: 154790\n  end_ms: 156990\n- text: I'm rich and thick, your lyrics like Aunt jemimah\n  start_ms: 156990\n  end_ms: 159160\n- text: It doesn't take Keenan Ivory Wayans to know that I'ma\n  start_ms: 159160\n  end_ms: 161460\n- text: Get You Sucka, if you bite like a piranha\n  start_ms: 161460\n  end_ms: 163630\n- text: So save them preschool rhymes for the kids at Wonderama\n  start_ms: 163630\n  end_ms: 166240\n- text: Point blank, period, with no comma\n  start_ms: 166240\n  end_ms: 168340\n- text: Rhymes so dangerous, call for the homi-\n  start_ms: 168340\n  end_ms: 170520\n- text: Cide cause I knock'em dead even when I'm at my worst\n  start_ms: 170520\n  end_ms: 173070\n- text: The only future that lies ahead of them is the lights from the hearse\n  start_ms: 173070\n  end_ms: 175780\n- text: Got game like a crackhead\n  start_ms: 175780\n  end_ms: 177300\n- text: But don't be mislead, I keep rappers on lock like a dread\n  start_ms: 177300\n  end_ms: 180340\n- text: Knots in the head from the words that I said\n  start_ms: 180340\n  end_ms: 182400\n- text: So get a shovel and dig your grave cause the shit you talk is dead\n  start_ms: 182400\n  end_ms: 184670\n- text: Aiyyo, it's like\n  start_ms: 184670\n  end_ms: 186360\n- text: That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  start_ms: 186360\n  end_ms: 187870\n- text: That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  start_ms: 187870\n  end_ms: 189870\n- text: That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  start_ms: 189870\n  end_ms: 192830\n- text: And that's all!\n  start_ms: 192830\n  end_ms: 193300\n- text: Large Professor\n  start_ms: 193300\n  end_ms: 193930\n- text: I grab up girls like jacks\n  start_ms: 193930\n  end_ms: 196600\n- text: Add'em on like tax, and I'm over like Hot Trax\n  start_ms: 196600\n  end_ms: 199420\n- text: As far as brothers are concerned a pressure cooker from start\n  start_ms: 199420\n  end_ms: 202030\n- text: To finish I diminish like a cuisinart\n  start_ms: 202030\n  end_ms: 204140\n- text: Secondly, I'm sick of critics, who's neckin' me\n  start_ms: 204140\n  end_ms: 206240\n- text: (Oooh he got an afro) yo, but I get dough\n  start_ms: 206240\n  end_ms: 208610\n- text: Why's my name the Large Professor?\n  start_ms: 208610\n  end_ms: 210960\n- text: Cause I milked your cow in other words I hit your heffer\n  start_ms: 210960\n  end_ms: 213280\n- text: Don't talk about how you can break Rambo\n  start_ms: 213280\n  end_ms: 215760\n- text: That's just a bunch of mamba-ja-hambo\n  start_ms: 215760\n  end_ms: 218090\n- text: Propaganda, save it for Savanda\n  start_ms: 218090\n  end_ms: 220370\n- text: Joe and Amanda, Zach and Alexandra\n  start_ms: 220370\n  end_ms: 222650\n- text: Don't let the folks around your way puff your head\n  start_ms: 222650\n  end_ms: 225080\n- text: Cause you'll be the owner of a hospital bed\n  start_ms: 225080\n  end_ms: 227340\n- text: I'll kick fire out your ass so fast\n  start_ms: 227340\n  end_ms: 229820\n- text: You'll be as crispy as my man Bill Blass\n  start_ms: 229820\n  end_ms: 232020\n- text: Aiyyo, it's like\n  start_ms: 232020\n  end_ms: 233180\n- text: That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  start_ms: 233180\n  end_ms: 234170\n- text: That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  start_ms: 234170\n  end_ms: 237340\n- text: That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  start_ms: 237340\n  end_ms: 239760\n- text: And that's all!\n  start_ms: 239760\n  end_ms: 240950\n- text: It's like\n  start_ms: 240950\n  end_ms: 241540\n- text: That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  start_ms: 241540\n  end_ms: 243600\n- text: That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  start_ms: 243600\n  end_ms: 246160\n- text: That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  start_ms: 246160\n  end_ms: 248610\n- text: And that's all!\n  start_ms: 248610\n  end_ms: 250770\n- text: It's like\n  start_ms: 250770\n  end_ms: 251130\n- text: That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  start_ms: 251130\n  end_ms: 253080\n- text: That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  start_ms: 253080\n  end_ms: 255410\n- text: That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  start_ms: 255410\n  end_ms: 257440\n- text: And that's all!\n  start_ms: 257440\n  end_ms: 259920\n- text: It's like\n  start_ms: 259920\n  end_ms: 260810\n- text: Like that y'all (that y'all), like that y'all (that y'all)\n  start_ms: 260810\n  end_ms: 263360\n- text: Like that y'all (that y'all), like that y'all (that y'all)\n  start_ms: 263360\n  end_ms: 265170\n- text: Like that y'all (that y'all), like that y'all (that y'all)\n  start_ms: 265170\n  end_ms: 266950\n- text: Yo, and that's all!\n  start_ms: 266950\n  end_ms: 269610\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 269610\nplain: |-\n  Ahhhhhhhhhhh\n  Ohhhh ho!\n  Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho! It's like\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  And that's all!\n\n  Nas\n  Street's disciple, my raps are trifle\n  I shoot slugs from my brain just like a rifle\n  Stampede the stage I leave the microphone split\n  Play Mr. Tuffy while I'm on some Pretty Tone shit\n  Verbal assassin my architect pleases\n  When I was twelve I went to hell for snuffin Jesus\n  Nasty Nas is a rebel to America\n  Police murderer, I'm causin hysteria\n  My troops roll up with a strange force\n  I was trapped in a cage and let out by the Main Source\n  Swimmin in women like a lifeguard\n  Put on a bulletproof, nigga, I strike hard\n  Kidnap the President's wife without a plan\n  And hangin niggaz like the Ku Klux Klan\n  I melt mics till the sound waves over\n  Before steppin to me you'd rather step to Jehovah\n  Slammin MC's on cement\n  Cause verbally, I'm iller than a AIDS patient\n  I move swift and uplift\n  Your mind shoot the gift when I riff in rhyme\n  Rappin sniper, speakin real words\n  My thoughts react, like Steven Spielberg's\n  Poetry attacks, paragraphs punch hard\n  My brain is insane, I'm out to lunch God\n  Science is dropped, my raps are toxic\n  My voicebox locks and excels like a rocket\n\n  Aiyyo it's like\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  And that's all!\n\n  Fatal\n  Fatal is merciful and they curse me\n  When I grip the mic I show no mercy\n  I got heart, I rip the party apart\n  From the seams and hem'up like bell-bottom jeans\n  But you get done, you get blues like 501\n  Brothers are live but I betcha I'm liver son\n  So let me get upon the scene and redeem\n  The dream of a team, and knock'em out like Mitch Green\n  Smoke some thai weed, flow at a high speed\n  Rap on off breaks stompin' like Northlakes\n  Cause I'm livin larger than the founders of Fendi\n  An Asiatic brother that many rappers envy\n  So round up your crew and entourage\n  And let the God Merciful just take charge\n\n  Aiyyo, it's like\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  And that's all!\n\n  Akinyele\n  Some of them said (said what?) that the Ak should quit\n  But I don't sweat it, cause I'm too big for that small shit\n  Like pigs when it comes to a showdown\n  Huff and puff but the Ak won't get blown down\n  Cause I come strong, rather than come at all and not be ready\n  That's what seperates me from the petty\n  MC's gas themselves by drinking too much getty\n  And get torn the fuck up like confetti\n  I'm rich and thick, your lyrics like Aunt jemimah\n  It doesn't take Keenan Ivory Wayans to know that I'ma\n  Get You Sucka, if you bite like a piranha\n  So save them preschool rhymes for the kids at Wonderama\n  Point blank, period, with no comma\n  Rhymes so dangerous, call for the homi-\n  Cide cause I knock'em dead even when I'm at my worst\n  The only future that lies ahead of them is the lights from the hearse\n  Got game like a crackhead\n  But don't be mislead, I keep rappers on lock like a dread\n  Knots in the head from the words that I said\n  So get a shovel and dig your grave cause the shit you talk is dead\n\n  Aiyyo, it's like\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  And that's all!\n\n  Large Professor\n  I grab up girls like jacks\n  Add'em on like tax, and I'm over like Hot Trax\n  As far as brothers are concerned a pressure cooker from start\n  To finish I diminish like a cuisinart\n  Secondly, I'm sick of critics, who's neckin' me\n  (Oooh he got an afro) yo, but I get dough\n  Why's my name the Large Professor?\n  Cause I milked your cow in other words I hit your heffer\n  Don't talk about how you can break Rambo\n  That's just a bunch of mamba-ja-hambo\n  Propaganda, save it for Savanda\n  Joe and Amanda, Zach and Alexandra\n  Don't let the folks around your way puff your head\n  Cause you'll be the owner of a hospital bed\n  I'll kick fire out your ass so fast\n  You'll be as crispy as my man Bill Blass\n\n  Aiyyo, it's like\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  And that's all!\n\n  It's like\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  And that's all!\n\n  It's like\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  And that's all!\n\n  It's like\n  Like that y'all (that y'all), like that y'all (that y'all)\n  Like that y'all (that y'all), like that y'all (that y'all)\n  Like that y'all (that y'all), like that y'all (that y'all)\n  Yo, and that's all!\n"},{"id":25838699,"name":"Live at the Barbeque","trackName":"Live at the Barbeque","artistName":"Main Source","albumName":"Grand Theft Auto IV Soundtrack - Volume 02 \"The Classics 104.1\"","duration":274.7820288,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Ahhhhhhhhhhh\nOhhhh ho!\nHo! Ho! Ho! Ho! It's like\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nAnd that's all!\n\nNas\nStreet's disciple, my raps are trifle\nI shoot slugs from my brain just like a rifle\nStampede the stage I leave the microphone split\nPlay Mr. Tuffy while I'm on some Pretty Tone shit\nVerbal assassin my architect pleases\nWhen I was twelve I went to hell for snuffin Jesus\nNasty Nas is a rebel to America\nPolice murderer, I'm causin hysteria\nMy troops roll up with a strange force\nI was trapped in a cage and let out by the Main Source\nSwimmin in women like a lifeguard\nPut on a bulletproof, nigga, I strike hard\nKidnap the President's wife without a plan\nAnd hangin niggaz like the Ku Klux Klan\nI melt mics till the sound waves over\nBefore steppin to me you'd rather step to Jehovah\nSlammin MC's on cement\nCause verbally, I'm iller than a AIDS patient\nI move swift and uplift\nYour mind shoot the 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up your crew and entourage\nAnd let the God Merciful just take charge\n\nAiyyo, it's like\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nAnd that's all!\n\nAkinyele\nSome of them said (said what?) that the Ak should quit\nBut I don't sweat it, cause I'm too big for that small shit\nLike pigs when it comes to a showdown\nHuff and puff but the Ak won't get blown down\nCause I come strong, rather than come at all and not be ready\nThat's what seperates me from the petty\nMC's gas themselves by drinking too much getty\nAnd get torn the fuck up like confetti\nI'm rich and thick, your lyrics like Aunt jemimah\nIt doesn't take Keenan Ivory Wayans to know that I'ma\nGet You Sucka, if you bite like a piranha\nSo save them preschool rhymes for the kids at Wonderama\nPoint blank, period, with no comma\nRhymes so dangerous, call for the homi-\nCide cause I knock'em dead even when I'm at my worst\nThe only future that lies ahead of them is the lights from the hearse\nGot game like a crackhead\nBut don't be mislead, I keep rappers on lock like a dread\nKnots in the head from the words that I said\nSo get a shovel and dig your grave cause the shit you talk is dead\n\nAiyyo, it's like\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nAnd that's all!\n\nLarge Professor\nI grab up girls like jacks\nAdd'em on like tax, and I'm over like Hot Trax\nAs far as brothers are concerned a pressure cooker from start\nTo finish I diminish like a cuisinart\nSecondly, I'm sick of critics, who's neckin' me\n(Oooh he got an afro) yo, but I get dough\nWhy's my name the Large Professor?\nCause I milked your cow in other words I hit your heffer\nDon't talk about how you can break Rambo\nThat's just a bunch of mamba-ja-hambo\nPropaganda, save it for Savanda\nJoe and Amanda, Zach and 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Ohhhh ho!\n[00:11.49] Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho! It's like\n[00:15.71] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[00:18.14] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[00:20.67] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[00:23.15] And that's all!\n[00:24.12] Nas\n[00:24.52] Street's disciple, my raps are trifle\n[00:27.28] I shoot slugs from my brain just like a rifle\n[00:29.79] Stampede the stage I leave the microphone split\n[00:32.30] Play Mr. Tuffy while I'm on some Pretty Tone shit\n[00:34.73] Verbal assassin my architect pleases\n[00:36.87] When I was twelve I went to hell for snuffin Jesus\n[00:39.36] Nasty Nas is a rebel to America\n[00:41.99] Police murderer, I'm causin hysteria\n[00:44.22] My troops roll up with a strange force\n[00:46.28] I was trapped in a cage and let out by the Main Source\n[00:48.78] Swimmin in women like a lifeguard\n[00:51.26] Put on a bulletproof, nigga, I strike hard\n[00:53.23] Kidnap the President's wife without a plan\n[00:55.83] And hangin niggaz like the Ku Klux Klan\n[00:57.94] I melt mics till the sound waves over\n[01:00.27] Before steppin to me you'd rather step to Jehovah\n[01:02.95] Slammin MC's on cement\n[01:04.99] Cause verbally, I'm iller than a AIDS patient\n[01:07.78] I move swift and uplift\n[01:09.63] Your mind shoot the gift when I riff in rhyme\n[01:12.16] Rappin sniper, speakin real words\n[01:14.40] My thoughts react, like Steven Spielberg's\n[01:16.97] Poetry attacks, paragraphs punch hard\n[01:19.18] My brain is insane, I'm out to lunch God\n[01:21.51] Science is dropped, my raps are toxic\n[01:23.87] My voicebox locks and excels like a rocket\n[01:25.80] Aiyyo it's like\n[01:26.95] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[01:29.14] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[01:31.85] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[01:33.57] And that's all!\n[01:34.97] Fatal\n[01:35.34] Fatal is merciful and they curse me\n[01:37.77] When I grip the mic I show no mercy\n[01:40.37] I got heart, I rip the party apart\n[01:42.28] From the seams and hem'up like bell-bottom jeans\n[01:44.73] But you get done, you get blues like 501\n[01:47.33] Brothers are live but I betcha I'm liver son\n[01:49.68] So let me get upon the scene and redeem\n[01:51.86] The dream of a team, and knock'em out like Mitch Green\n[01:54.32] Smoke some thai weed, flow at a high speed\n[01:56.87] Rap on off breaks stompin' like Northlakes\n[01:59.12] Cause I'm livin larger than the founders of Fendi\n[02:01.46] An Asiatic brother that many rappers envy\n[02:03.70] So round up your crew and entourage\n[02:05.97] And let the God Merciful just take charge\n[02:08.03] Aiyyo, it's like\n[02:08.76] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[02:10.16] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[02:12.71] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[02:15.00] And that's all!\n[02:17.23] Akinyele\n[02:17.63] Some of them said (said what?) that the Ak should quit\n[02:20.37] But I don't sweat it, cause I'm too big for that small shit\n[02:22.82] Like pigs when it comes to a showdown\n[02:25.13] Huff and puff but the Ak won't get blown down\n[02:27.34] Cause I come strong, rather than come at all and not be ready\n[02:30.23] That's what seperates me from the petty\n[02:32.69] MC's gas themselves by drinking too much getty\n[02:34.79] And get torn the fuck up like confetti\n[02:36.99] I'm rich and thick, your lyrics like Aunt jemimah\n[02:39.16] It doesn't take Keenan Ivory Wayans to know that I'ma\n[02:41.46] Get You Sucka, if you bite like a piranha\n[02:43.63] So save them preschool rhymes for the kids at Wonderama\n[02:46.24] Point blank, period, with no comma\n[02:48.34] Rhymes so dangerous, call for the homi-\n[02:50.52] Cide cause I knock'em dead even when I'm at my worst\n[02:53.07] The only future that lies ahead of them is the lights from the hearse\n[02:55.78] Got game like a crackhead\n[02:57.30] But don't be mislead, I keep rappers on lock like a dread\n[03:00.34] Knots in the head from the words that I said\n[03:02.40] So get a shovel and dig your grave cause the shit you talk is dead\n[03:04.67] Aiyyo, it's like\n[03:06.36] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[03:07.87] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[03:09.87] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[03:12.83] And that's all!\n[03:13.30] Large Professor\n[03:13.93] I grab up girls like jacks\n[03:16.60] Add'em on like tax, and I'm over like Hot Trax\n[03:19.42] As far as brothers are concerned a pressure cooker from start\n[03:22.03] To finish I diminish like a cuisinart\n[03:24.14] Secondly, I'm sick of critics, who's neckin' me\n[03:26.24] (Oooh he got an afro) yo, but I get dough\n[03:28.61] Why's my name the Large Professor?\n[03:30.96] Cause I milked your cow in other words I hit your heffer\n[03:33.28] Don't talk about how you can break Rambo\n[03:35.76] That's just a bunch of mamba-ja-hambo\n[03:38.09] Propaganda, save it for Savanda\n[03:40.37] Joe and Amanda, Zach and Alexandra\n[03:42.65] Don't let the folks around your way puff your head\n[03:45.08] Cause you'll be the owner of a hospital bed\n[03:47.34] I'll kick fire out your ass so fast\n[03:49.82] You'll be as crispy as my man Bill Blass\n[03:52.02] Aiyyo, it's like\n[03:53.18] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[03:54.17] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[03:57.34] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[03:59.76] And that's all!\n[04:00.95] It's like\n[04:01.54] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[04:03.60] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[04:06.16] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[04:08.61] And that's all!\n[04:10.77] It's like\n[04:11.13] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[04:13.08] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[04:15.41] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[04:17.44] And that's all!\n[04:19.92] It's like\n[04:20.81] Like that y'all (that y'all), like that y'all (that y'all)\n[04:23.36] Like that y'all (that y'all), like that y'all (that y'all)\n[04:25.17] Like that y'all (that y'all), like that y'all (that y'all)\n[04:26.95] Yo, and that's all!\n[04:29.61] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Live at the Barbeque\n  artist: Main Source\n  album: Grand Theft Auto IV Soundtrack - Volume 02 \"The Classics 104.1\"\n  duration_ms: 274782\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Ahhhhhhhhhhh\n  start_ms: 3220\n  end_ms: 6410\n- text: Ohhhh ho!\n  start_ms: 6410\n  end_ms: 11490\n- text: Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho! It's like\n  start_ms: 11490\n  end_ms: 15710\n- text: That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  start_ms: 15710\n  end_ms: 18140\n- text: That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  start_ms: 18140\n  end_ms: 20670\n- text: That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  start_ms: 20670\n  end_ms: 23150\n- text: And that's all!\n  start_ms: 23150\n  end_ms: 24120\n- text: Nas\n  start_ms: 24120\n  end_ms: 24520\n- text: Street's disciple, my raps are trifle\n  start_ms: 24520\n  end_ms: 27280\n- text: I shoot slugs from my brain just like a rifle\n  start_ms: 27280\n  end_ms: 29790\n- text: Stampede the stage I leave the microphone split\n  start_ms: 29790\n  end_ms: 32300\n- text: Play Mr. Tuffy while I'm on some Pretty Tone shit\n  start_ms: 32300\n  end_ms: 34730\n- text: Verbal assassin my architect pleases\n  start_ms: 34730\n  end_ms: 36870\n- text: When I was twelve I went to hell for snuffin Jesus\n  start_ms: 36870\n  end_ms: 39360\n- text: Nasty Nas is a rebel to America\n  start_ms: 39360\n  end_ms: 41990\n- text: Police murderer, I'm causin hysteria\n  start_ms: 41990\n  end_ms: 44220\n- text: My troops roll up with a strange force\n  start_ms: 44220\n  end_ms: 46280\n- text: I was trapped in a cage and let out by the Main Source\n  start_ms: 46280\n  end_ms: 48780\n- text: Swimmin in women like a lifeguard\n  start_ms: 48780\n  end_ms: 51260\n- text: Put on a bulletproof, nigga, I strike hard\n  start_ms: 51260\n  end_ms: 53230\n- text: Kidnap the President's wife without a plan\n  start_ms: 53230\n  end_ms: 55830\n- text: And hangin niggaz like the Ku Klux Klan\n  start_ms: 55830\n  end_ms: 57940\n- text: I melt mics till the sound waves over\n  start_ms: 57940\n  end_ms: 60270\n- text: Before steppin to me you'd rather step to Jehovah\n  start_ms: 60270\n  end_ms: 62950\n- text: Slammin MC's on cement\n  start_ms: 62950\n  end_ms: 64990\n- text: Cause verbally, I'm iller than a AIDS patient\n  start_ms: 64990\n  end_ms: 67780\n- text: I move swift and uplift\n  start_ms: 67780\n  end_ms: 69630\n- text: Your mind shoot the gift when I riff in rhyme\n  start_ms: 69630\n  end_ms: 72160\n- text: Rappin sniper, speakin real words\n  start_ms: 72160\n  end_ms: 74400\n- text: My thoughts react, like Steven Spielberg's\n  start_ms: 74400\n  end_ms: 76970\n- text: Poetry attacks, paragraphs punch hard\n  start_ms: 76970\n  end_ms: 79180\n- text: My brain is insane, I'm out to lunch God\n  start_ms: 79180\n  end_ms: 81510\n- text: Science is dropped, my raps are toxic\n  start_ms: 81510\n  end_ms: 83870\n- text: My voicebox locks and excels like a rocket\n  start_ms: 83870\n  end_ms: 85800\n- text: Aiyyo it's like\n  start_ms: 85800\n  end_ms: 86950\n- text: That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  start_ms: 86950\n  end_ms: 89140\n- text: That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  start_ms: 89140\n  end_ms: 91850\n- text: That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  start_ms: 91850\n  end_ms: 93570\n- text: And that's all!\n  start_ms: 93570\n  end_ms: 94970\n- text: Fatal\n  start_ms: 94970\n  end_ms: 95340\n- text: Fatal is merciful and they curse me\n  start_ms: 95340\n  end_ms: 97770\n- text: When I grip the mic I show no mercy\n  start_ms: 97770\n  end_ms: 100370\n- text: I got heart, I rip the party apart\n  start_ms: 100370\n  end_ms: 102280\n- text: From the seams and hem'up like bell-bottom jeans\n  start_ms: 102280\n  end_ms: 104730\n- text: But you get done, you get blues like 501\n  start_ms: 104730\n  end_ms: 107330\n- text: Brothers are live but I betcha I'm liver son\n  start_ms: 107330\n  end_ms: 109680\n- text: So let me get upon the scene and redeem\n  start_ms: 109680\n  end_ms: 111860\n- text: The dream of a team, and knock'em out like Mitch Green\n  start_ms: 111860\n  end_ms: 114320\n- text: Smoke some thai weed, flow at a high speed\n  start_ms: 114320\n  end_ms: 116870\n- text: Rap on off breaks stompin' like Northlakes\n  start_ms: 116870\n  end_ms: 119120\n- text: Cause I'm livin larger than the founders of Fendi\n  start_ms: 119120\n  end_ms: 121460\n- text: An Asiatic brother that many rappers envy\n  start_ms: 121460\n  end_ms: 123700\n- text: So round up your crew and entourage\n  start_ms: 123700\n  end_ms: 125970\n- text: And let the God Merciful just take charge\n  start_ms: 125970\n  end_ms: 128030\n- text: Aiyyo, it's like\n  start_ms: 128030\n  end_ms: 128760\n- text: That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  start_ms: 128760\n  end_ms: 130160\n- text: That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  start_ms: 130160\n  end_ms: 132710\n- text: That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  start_ms: 132710\n  end_ms: 135000\n- text: And that's all!\n  start_ms: 135000\n  end_ms: 137230\n- text: Akinyele\n  start_ms: 137230\n  end_ms: 137630\n- text: Some of them said (said what?) that the Ak should quit\n  start_ms: 137630\n  end_ms: 140370\n- text: But I don't sweat it, cause I'm too big for that small shit\n  start_ms: 140370\n  end_ms: 142820\n- text: Like pigs when it comes to a showdown\n  start_ms: 142820\n  end_ms: 145130\n- text: Huff and puff but the Ak won't get blown down\n  start_ms: 145130\n  end_ms: 147340\n- text: Cause I come strong, rather than come at all and not be ready\n  start_ms: 147340\n  end_ms: 150230\n- text: That's what seperates me from the petty\n  start_ms: 150230\n  end_ms: 152690\n- text: MC's gas themselves by drinking too much getty\n  start_ms: 152690\n  end_ms: 154790\n- text: And get torn the fuck up like confetti\n  start_ms: 154790\n  end_ms: 156990\n- text: I'm rich and thick, your lyrics like Aunt jemimah\n  start_ms: 156990\n  end_ms: 159160\n- text: It doesn't take Keenan Ivory Wayans to know that I'ma\n  start_ms: 159160\n  end_ms: 161460\n- text: Get You Sucka, if you bite like a piranha\n  start_ms: 161460\n  end_ms: 163630\n- text: So save them preschool rhymes for the kids at Wonderama\n  start_ms: 163630\n  end_ms: 166240\n- text: Point blank, period, with no comma\n  start_ms: 166240\n  end_ms: 168340\n- text: Rhymes so dangerous, call for the homi-\n  start_ms: 168340\n  end_ms: 170520\n- text: Cide cause I knock'em dead even when I'm at my worst\n  start_ms: 170520\n  end_ms: 173070\n- text: The only future that lies ahead of them is the lights from the hearse\n  start_ms: 173070\n  end_ms: 175780\n- text: Got game like a crackhead\n  start_ms: 175780\n  end_ms: 177300\n- text: But don't be mislead, I keep rappers on lock like a dread\n  start_ms: 177300\n  end_ms: 180340\n- text: Knots in the head from the words that I said\n  start_ms: 180340\n  end_ms: 182400\n- text: So get a shovel and dig your grave cause the shit you talk is dead\n  start_ms: 182400\n  end_ms: 184670\n- text: Aiyyo, it's like\n  start_ms: 184670\n  end_ms: 186360\n- text: That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  start_ms: 186360\n  end_ms: 187870\n- text: That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  start_ms: 187870\n  end_ms: 189870\n- text: That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  start_ms: 189870\n  end_ms: 192830\n- text: And that's all!\n  start_ms: 192830\n  end_ms: 193300\n- text: Large Professor\n  start_ms: 193300\n  end_ms: 193930\n- text: I grab up girls like jacks\n  start_ms: 193930\n  end_ms: 196600\n- text: Add'em on like tax, and I'm over like Hot Trax\n  start_ms: 196600\n  end_ms: 199420\n- text: As far as brothers are concerned a pressure cooker from start\n  start_ms: 199420\n  end_ms: 202030\n- text: To finish I diminish like a cuisinart\n  start_ms: 202030\n  end_ms: 204140\n- text: Secondly, I'm sick of critics, who's neckin' me\n  start_ms: 204140\n  end_ms: 206240\n- text: (Oooh he got an afro) yo, but I get dough\n  start_ms: 206240\n  end_ms: 208610\n- text: Why's my name the Large Professor?\n  start_ms: 208610\n  end_ms: 210960\n- text: Cause I milked your cow in other words I hit your heffer\n  start_ms: 210960\n  end_ms: 213280\n- text: Don't talk about how you can break Rambo\n  start_ms: 213280\n  end_ms: 215760\n- text: That's just a bunch of mamba-ja-hambo\n  start_ms: 215760\n  end_ms: 218090\n- text: Propaganda, save it for Savanda\n  start_ms: 218090\n  end_ms: 220370\n- text: Joe and Amanda, Zach and Alexandra\n  start_ms: 220370\n  end_ms: 222650\n- text: Don't let the folks around your way puff your head\n  start_ms: 222650\n  end_ms: 225080\n- text: Cause you'll be the owner of a hospital bed\n  start_ms: 225080\n  end_ms: 227340\n- text: I'll kick fire out your ass so fast\n  start_ms: 227340\n  end_ms: 229820\n- text: You'll be as crispy as my man Bill Blass\n  start_ms: 229820\n  end_ms: 232020\n- text: Aiyyo, it's like\n  start_ms: 232020\n  end_ms: 233180\n- text: That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  start_ms: 233180\n  end_ms: 234170\n- text: That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  start_ms: 234170\n  end_ms: 237340\n- text: That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  start_ms: 237340\n  end_ms: 239760\n- text: And that's all!\n  start_ms: 239760\n  end_ms: 240950\n- text: It's like\n  start_ms: 240950\n  end_ms: 241540\n- text: That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  start_ms: 241540\n  end_ms: 243600\n- text: That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  start_ms: 243600\n  end_ms: 246160\n- text: That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  start_ms: 246160\n  end_ms: 248610\n- text: And that's all!\n  start_ms: 248610\n  end_ms: 250770\n- text: It's like\n  start_ms: 250770\n  end_ms: 251130\n- text: That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  start_ms: 251130\n  end_ms: 253080\n- text: That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  start_ms: 253080\n  end_ms: 255410\n- text: That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  start_ms: 255410\n  end_ms: 257440\n- text: And that's all!\n  start_ms: 257440\n  end_ms: 259920\n- text: It's like\n  start_ms: 259920\n  end_ms: 260810\n- text: Like that y'all (that y'all), like that y'all (that y'all)\n  start_ms: 260810\n  end_ms: 263360\n- text: Like that y'all (that y'all), like that y'all (that y'all)\n  start_ms: 263360\n  end_ms: 265170\n- text: Like that y'all (that y'all), like that y'all (that y'all)\n  start_ms: 265170\n  end_ms: 266950\n- text: Yo, and that's all!\n  start_ms: 266950\n  end_ms: 269610\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 269610\nplain: |-\n  Ahhhhhhhhhhh\n  Ohhhh ho!\n  Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho! It's like\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  And that's all!\n\n  Nas\n  Street's disciple, my raps are trifle\n  I shoot slugs from my brain just like a rifle\n  Stampede the stage I leave the microphone split\n  Play Mr. Tuffy while I'm on some Pretty Tone shit\n  Verbal assassin my architect pleases\n  When I was twelve I went to hell for snuffin Jesus\n  Nasty Nas is a rebel to America\n  Police murderer, I'm causin hysteria\n  My troops roll up with a strange force\n  I was trapped in a cage and let out by the Main Source\n  Swimmin in women like a lifeguard\n  Put on a bulletproof, nigga, I strike hard\n  Kidnap the President's wife without a plan\n  And hangin niggaz like the Ku Klux Klan\n  I melt mics till the sound waves over\n  Before steppin to me you'd rather step to Jehovah\n  Slammin MC's on cement\n  Cause verbally, I'm iller than a AIDS patient\n  I move swift and uplift\n  Your mind shoot the gift when I riff in rhyme\n  Rappin sniper, speakin real words\n  My thoughts react, like Steven Spielberg's\n  Poetry attacks, paragraphs punch hard\n  My brain is insane, I'm out to lunch God\n  Science is dropped, my raps are toxic\n  My voicebox locks and excels like a rocket\n\n  Aiyyo it's like\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  And that's all!\n\n  Fatal\n  Fatal is merciful and they curse me\n  When I grip the mic I show no mercy\n  I got heart, I rip the party apart\n  From the seams and hem'up like bell-bottom jeans\n  But you get done, you get blues like 501\n  Brothers are live but I betcha I'm liver son\n  So let me get upon the scene and redeem\n  The dream of a team, and knock'em out like Mitch Green\n  Smoke some thai weed, flow at a high speed\n  Rap on off breaks stompin' like Northlakes\n  Cause I'm livin larger than the founders of Fendi\n  An Asiatic brother that many rappers envy\n  So round up your crew and entourage\n  And let the God Merciful just take charge\n\n  Aiyyo, it's like\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  And that's all!\n\n  Akinyele\n  Some of them said (said what?) that the Ak should quit\n  But I don't sweat it, cause I'm too big for that small shit\n  Like pigs when it comes to a showdown\n  Huff and puff but the Ak won't get blown down\n  Cause I come strong, rather than come at all and not be ready\n  That's what seperates me from the petty\n  MC's gas themselves by drinking too much getty\n  And get torn the fuck up like confetti\n  I'm rich and thick, your lyrics like Aunt jemimah\n  It doesn't take Keenan Ivory Wayans to know that I'ma\n  Get You Sucka, if you bite like a piranha\n  So save them preschool rhymes for the kids at 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like that y'all (that y'all)\n  Like that y'all (that y'all), like that y'all (that y'all)\n  Like that y'all (that y'all), like that y'all (that y'all)\n  Yo, and that's all!\n"},{"id":7859187,"name":"Live At The Barbeque","trackName":"Live At The Barbeque","artistName":"Main Source","albumName":"Tommy Boy Presents: Hip Hop Essentials 1979-1991","duration":275.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Fuck\nOh, oh, oh, oh\nCheck it out\n\nIt's like that y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\nThat y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\nThat y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\nAnd that's all!\n\nStreet's disciple, my raps are trifle\nI shoot slugs from my brain, just like a rifle\nStampede the stage, I leave the microphone split\nPlay Mr. Tuffy while I'm on some Pretty Tone shit\n\nVerbal assassin, my architect pleases\nWhen I was 12, I went to Hell for snuffin' Jesus\nNasty Nas is a rebel to America\nPolice murderer, I'm causin' hysteria\n\nMy 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no mercy\nI got heart, I rip the party apart from the seams\nAnd hem 'em up like bell-bottom jeans\n\nBut you get done, you get blues like 501\nBrothers are live, but I bet you I'm liver, son\nSo let me get upon the scene and redeem the dream of a team\nAnd knock 'em out like Mitch Green\n\nSmoke some Thai weed, flow at a high speed\nRap on off-breaks, stompin' like Northlakes\n'Cause I'm livin' larger than the founders of Fendi\nAnd Asiatic brothers that many rappers envy\nSo round up your crew and entourage\nAnd let the God Merciful just take charge\n\nIt's like that y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\nThat y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\nThat y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\nAnd that's all!\n\nSome of them said (said what?) that the Ak' should quit\nBut I don't sweat it, 'cause I'm too big for that small shit\nLike pigs, when it comes to a showdown\nHuff and puff, but the Ak' won't get blown down\n\n'Cause I come strong, rather than come at all and not be ready\nThat's what separates me from the petty\nMCs gas themselves by drinkin' too much Getty\nAnd get torn the fuck up like confetti\n\nI'm rich and thick in lyrics like Aunt Jemima\nIt doesn't take Keenan Ivory Wayans to know that I'ma-\nGet you, sucker, if you bite like a piranha\nSo save them preschool rhymes for the kids at Wonderama\n\nPoint-blank, period, with no comma\nRhymes so dangerous, call for the homicide\n'Cause I knock 'em dead, even when I'm at my worst\nThe only future that lies ahead of them is the lights from the hearse\n\nGot game like a crackhead, but don't be misled\nI keep rappers on lock like a dread\nKnots in the head from the words that I said\nSo get a shovel and dig your grave, 'cause the shit you talk is dead\n\nAyo, it's like that y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\nThat y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\nThat y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\nAnd that's all!\n\nI grab up girls like jacks\nAdd 'em on like tax, and I'm over like Hot Trax\nAs far as brothers are concerned, I pressure-cook 'em from start-\nTo finish, I diminish like a Cuisinart\n\nSecondly, I'm sick of critics who's neckin' me\n(Ooh, he got an afro!) Yo, but I got dough\nWhy's my name \"The Large Professor?\"\n'Cause I milked your cow; in other words, I hit your heifer\n\nDon't talk about how you can break Rambo\nThat's just a bunch of mamba-ja-hambo\nPropaganda, save it for Savan-da\nJoe and Amanda, Zach and Alexandra\n\nDon't let the folks around your way puff your head\n'Cause you'll be the owner of a hospital bed\nI'll kick fire out your ass so fast\nYou'll be as crispy as my man, Bill Blass\n\nAyo, it's like that y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\nThat y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\nThat y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\nAnd that's all!\n\nIt's like that y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\nThat y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\nThat y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\nAnd that's all!\n\nIt's like that y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\nThat y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\nThat y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\nAnd that's all!\n\nIt's like that y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\nThat y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\nThat y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\nAnd that's all!","syncedLyrics":"[00:04.24] Fuck\n[00:06.43] Oh, oh, oh, oh\n[00:14.23] Check it out\n[00:15.11] It's like that y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\n[00:17.94] That y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\n[00:20.39] That y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\n[00:23.31] And that's all!\n[00:24.98] Street's disciple, my raps are trifle\n[00:27.38] I shoot slugs from my brain, just like a rifle\n[00:29.65] Stampede the stage, I leave the microphone split\n[00:32.24] Play Mr. Tuffy while I'm on some Pretty Tone shit\n[00:34.59] Verbal assassin, my architect pleases\n[00:36.75] When I was 12, I went to Hell for snuffin' Jesus\n[00:39.41] Nasty Nas is a rebel to America\n[00:41.69] Police murderer, I'm causin' hysteria\n[00:44.35] My troops roll up with a strange force\n[00:46.02] I was trapped in a cage and let out by the Main Source\n[00:49.13] Swimmin' in women like a lifeguard\n[00:51.05] But on a bulletproof, nigga, I strike hard\n[00:53.28] Kidnap the president's wife without a plan\n[00:55.74] And hangin' niggas like the Ku Klux Klan\n[00:57.98] I melt mics 'til the soundwave's over\n[01:00.24] Before steppin' to me, you'd rather step to Jehovah\n[01:03.25] Slammin' MCs on cement\n[01:04.89] 'Cause verbally, I'm iller than a AIDS patient\n[01:07.99] I move swift and uplift your mind\n[01:09.96] Shoot the gift when I riff and rhyme\n[01:12.04] Rappin' sniper, speakin' real words\n[01:14.32] My thoughts react like Steven Spielberg's\n[01:16.84] Poetry attacks, paragraphs punch hard\n[01:19.06] My brain is insane, I'm out to lunch, God\n[01:21.45] Science is dropped, my raps are toxic\n[01:23.86] My voicebox locks and excels like a rocket\n[01:25.80] It's like that y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\n[01:28.56] That y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\n[01:30.91] That y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\n[01:34.19] And that's all!\n[01:35.57] Fatal is merciful and they curse me\n[01:37.69] When I grip the mic, I show no mercy\n[01:40.18] I got heart, I rip the party apart from the seams\n[01:42.82] And hem 'em up like bell-bottom jeans\n[01:44.62] But you get done, you get blues like 501\n[01:47.47] Brothers are live, but I bet you I'm liver, son\n[01:49.56] So let me get upon the scene and redeem the dream of a team\n[01:52.74] And knock 'em out like Mitch Green\n[01:54.27] Smoke some Thai weed, flow at a high speed\n[01:56.62] Rap on off-breaks, stompin' like Northlakes\n[01:59.07] 'Cause I'm livin' larger than the founders of Fendi\n[02:01.39] And Asiatic brothers that many rappers envy\n[02:03.66] So round up your crew and entourage\n[02:05.75] And let the God Merciful just take charge\n[02:08.13] It's like that y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\n[02:10.94] That y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\n[02:13.21] That y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\n[02:16.49] And that's all!\n[02:17.34] Some of them said (said what?) that the Ak' should quit\n[02:19.99] But I don't sweat it, 'cause I'm too big for that small shit\n[02:22.93] Like pigs, when it comes to a showdown\n[02:25.09] Huff and puff, but the Ak' won't get blown down\n[02:27.31] 'Cause I come strong, rather than come at all and not be ready\n[02:30.37] That's what separates me from the petty\n[02:32.55] MCs gas themselves by drinkin' too much Getty\n[02:34.77] And get torn the fuck up like confetti\n[02:37.02] I'm rich and thick in lyrics like Aunt Jemima\n[02:39.15] It doesn't take Keenan Ivory Wayans to know that I'ma-\n[02:41.43] Get you, sucker, if you bite like a piranha\n[02:43.62] So save them preschool rhymes for the kids at Wonderama\n[02:46.44] Point-blank, period, with no comma\n[02:48.51] Rhymes so dangerous, call for the homicide\n[02:51.01] 'Cause I knock 'em dead, even when I'm at my worst\n[02:52.92] The only future that lies ahead of them is the lights from the hearse\n[02:55.82] Got game like a crackhead, but don't be misled\n[02:58.23] I keep rappers on lock like a dread\n[03:00.29] Knots in the head from the words that I said\n[03:02.38] So get a shovel and dig your grave, 'cause the shit you talk is dead\n[03:04.18] Ayo, it's like that y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\n[03:07.46] That y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\n[03:09.70] That y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\n[03:12.83] And that's all!\n[03:14.95] I grab up girls like jacks\n[03:16.67] Add 'em on like tax, and I'm over like Hot Trax\n[03:19.40] As far as brothers are concerned, I pressure-cook 'em from start-\n[03:22.08] To finish, I diminish like a Cuisinart\n[03:23.81] Secondly, I'm sick of critics who's neckin' me\n[03:26.19] (Ooh, he got an afro!) Yo, but I got dough\n[03:28.76] Why's my name \"The Large Professor?\"\n[03:30.84] 'Cause I milked your cow; in other words, I hit your heifer\n[03:33.49] Don't talk about how you can break Rambo\n[03:35.99] That's just a bunch of mamba-ja-hambo\n[03:38.13] Propaganda, save it for Savan-da\n[03:40.11] Joe and Amanda, Zach and Alexandra\n[03:42.86] Don't let the folks around your way puff your head\n[03:44.99] 'Cause you'll be the owner of a hospital bed\n[03:47.57] I'll kick fire out your ass so fast\n[03:49.89] You'll be as crispy as my man, Bill Blass\n[03:51.14] Ayo, it's like that y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\n[03:54.41] That y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\n[03:56.81] That y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\n[03:59.90] And that's all!\n[04:01.11] It's like that y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\n[04:03.93] That y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\n[04:06.21] That y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that 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hearse\n  start_ms: 172920\n  end_ms: 175820\n- text: Got game like a crackhead, but don't be misled\n  start_ms: 175820\n  end_ms: 178230\n- text: I keep rappers on lock like a dread\n  start_ms: 178230\n  end_ms: 180290\n- text: Knots in the head from the words that I said\n  start_ms: 180290\n  end_ms: 182380\n- text: So get a shovel and dig your grave, 'cause the shit you talk is dead\n  start_ms: 182380\n  end_ms: 184180\n- text: Ayo, it's like that y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\n  start_ms: 184180\n  end_ms: 187460\n- text: That y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\n  start_ms: 187460\n  end_ms: 189700\n- text: That y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\n  start_ms: 189700\n  end_ms: 192830\n- text: And that's all!\n  start_ms: 192830\n  end_ms: 194950\n- text: I grab up girls like jacks\n  start_ms: 194950\n  end_ms: 196670\n- text: Add 'em on like tax, and I'm over like Hot Trax\n  start_ms: 196670\n  end_ms: 199400\n- text: As far as brothers 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snuffin' Jesus\n  Nasty Nas is a rebel to America\n  Police murderer, I'm causin' hysteria\n\n  My troops roll up with a strange force\n  I was trapped in a cage and let out by the Main Source\n  Swimmin' in women like a lifeguard\n  But on a bulletproof, nigga, I strike hard\n\n  Kidnap the president's wife without a plan\n  And hangin' niggas like the Ku Klux Klan\n  I melt mics 'til the soundwave's over\n  Before steppin' to me, you'd rather step to Jehovah\n\n  Slammin' MCs on cement\n  'Cause verbally, I'm iller than a AIDS patient\n  I move swift and uplift your mind\n  Shoot the gift when I riff and rhyme\n\n  Rappin' sniper, speakin' real words\n  My thoughts react like Steven Spielberg's\n  Poetry attacks, paragraphs punch hard\n  My brain is insane, I'm out to lunch, God\n  Science is dropped, my raps are toxic\n  My voicebox locks and excels like a rocket\n\n  It's like that y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\n  That y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\n  That y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\n  And that's all!\n\n  Fatal is merciful and they curse me\n  When I grip the mic, I show no mercy\n  I got heart, I rip the party apart from the seams\n  And hem 'em up like bell-bottom jeans\n\n  But you get done, you get blues like 501\n  Brothers are live, but I bet you I'm liver, son\n  So let me get upon the scene and redeem the dream of a team\n  And knock 'em out like Mitch Green\n\n  Smoke some Thai weed, flow at a high speed\n  Rap on off-breaks, stompin' like Northlakes\n  'Cause I'm livin' larger than the founders of Fendi\n  And Asiatic brothers that many rappers envy\n  So round up your crew and entourage\n  And let the God Merciful just take charge\n\n  It's like that y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\n  That y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\n  That y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\n  And that's all!\n\n  Some of them said (said what?) that the Ak' should quit\n  But I don't sweat it, 'cause I'm too big for that small shit\n  Like pigs, when it comes to a showdown\n  Huff and puff, but the Ak' won't get blown down\n\n  'Cause I come strong, rather than come at all and not be ready\n  That's what separates me from the petty\n  MCs gas themselves by drinkin' too much Getty\n  And get torn the fuck up like confetti\n\n  I'm rich and thick in lyrics like Aunt Jemima\n  It doesn't take Keenan Ivory Wayans to know that I'ma-\n  Get you, sucker, if you bite like a piranha\n  So save them preschool rhymes for the kids at Wonderama\n\n  Point-blank, period, with no comma\n  Rhymes so dangerous, call for the homicide\n  'Cause I knock 'em dead, even when I'm at my worst\n  The only future that lies ahead of them is the lights from the hearse\n\n  Got game like a crackhead, but don't be misled\n  I keep rappers on lock like a dread\n  Knots in the head from the words that I said\n  So get a shovel and dig your grave, 'cause the shit you talk is dead\n\n  Ayo, it's like that y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\n  That y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\n  That y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\n  And that's all!\n\n  I grab up girls like jacks\n  Add 'em on like tax, and I'm over like Hot Trax\n  As far as brothers are concerned, I pressure-cook 'em from start-\n  To finish, I diminish like a Cuisinart\n\n  Secondly, I'm sick of critics who's neckin' me\n  (Ooh, he got an afro!) Yo, but I got dough\n  Why's my name \"The Large Professor?\"\n  'Cause I milked your cow; in other words, I hit your heifer\n\n  Don't talk about how you can break Rambo\n  That's just a bunch of mamba-ja-hambo\n  Propaganda, save it for Savan-da\n  Joe and Amanda, Zach and Alexandra\n\n  Don't let the folks around your way puff your head\n  'Cause you'll be the owner of a hospital bed\n  I'll kick fire out your ass so fast\n  You'll be as crispy as my man, Bill Blass\n\n  Ayo, it's like that y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\n  That y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\n  That y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\n  And that's all!\n\n  It's like that y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\n  That y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\n  That y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\n  And that's all!\n\n  It's like that y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\n  That y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\n  That y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\n  And that's all!\n\n  It's like that y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\n  That y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\n  That y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\n  And that's all!\n"},{"id":69539,"name":"Live At The Barbeque","trackName":"Live At The Barbeque","artistName":"Main Source","albumName":"Breaking Atoms","duration":275.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Ahhhhhhhhhhh\nOhhhh ho!\nHo! Ho! Ho! Ho! It's like\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nAnd that's all!\n\nNas\nStreet's disciple, my raps are trifle\nI shoot slugs from my brain just like a rifle\nStampede the stage I leave the microphone split\nPlay Mr. Tuffy while I'm on some Pretty Tone shit\nVerbal assassin my architect pleases\nWhen I was twelve I went to hell for snuffin Jesus\nNasty Nas is a rebel to America\nPolice murderer, I'm causin hysteria\nMy troops roll up with a strange force\nI was trapped in a cage and let out by the Main Source\nSwimmin in women like a lifeguard\nPut on a bulletproof, nigga, I strike hard\nKidnap the President's wife without a plan\nAnd hangin niggaz like the Ku Klux Klan\nI melt mics till the sound waves over\nBefore steppin to me you'd rather step to Jehovah\nSlammin MC's on cement\nCause verbally, I'm iller than a AIDS patient\nI move swift and uplift\nYour mind shoot the gift when I riff in rhyme\nRappin sniper, speakin real words\nMy thoughts react, like Steven Spielberg's\nPoetry attacks, paragraphs punch hard\nMy brain is insane, I'm out to lunch God\nScience is dropped, my raps are toxic\nMy voicebox locks and excels like a rocket\n\nAiyyo it's like\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nAnd that's all!\n\nFatal\nFatal is merciful and they curse me\nWhen I grip the mic I show no mercy\nI got heart, I rip the party apart\nFrom the seams and hem'up like bell-bottom jeans\nBut you get done, you get blues like 501\nBrothers are live but I betcha I'm liver son\nSo let me get upon the scene and redeem\nThe dream of a team, and knock'em out like Mitch Green\nSmoke some thai weed, flow at a high speed\nRap on off breaks stompin' like Northlakes\nCause I'm livin larger than the founders of Fendi\nAn Asiatic brother that many rappers envy\nSo round up your crew and entourage\nAnd let the God Merciful just take charge\n\nAiyyo, it's like\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nAnd that's all!\n\nAkinyele\nSome of them said (said what?) that the Ak should quit\nBut I don't sweat it, cause I'm too big for that small shit\nLike pigs when it comes to a showdown\nHuff and puff but the Ak won't get blown down\nCause I come strong, rather than come at all and not be ready\nThat's what seperates me from the petty\nMC's gas themselves by drinking too much getty\nAnd get torn the fuck up like confetti\nI'm rich and thick, your lyrics like Aunt jemimah\nIt doesn't take Keenan Ivory Wayans to know that I'ma\nGet You Sucka, if you bite like a piranha\nSo save them preschool rhymes for the kids at Wonderama\nPoint blank, period, with no comma\nRhymes so dangerous, call for the homi-\nCide cause I knock'em dead even when I'm at my worst\nThe only future that lies ahead of them is the lights from the hearse\nGot game like a crackhead\nBut don't be mislead, I keep rappers on lock like a dread\nKnots in the head from the words that I said\nSo get a shovel and dig your grave cause the shit you talk is dead\n\nAiyyo, it's like\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nAnd that's all!\n\nLarge Professor\nI grab up girls like jacks\nAdd'em on like tax, and I'm over like Hot Trax\nAs far as brothers are concerned a pressure cooker from start\nTo finish I diminish like a cuisinart\nSecondly, I'm sick of critics, who's neckin' me\n(Oooh he got an afro) yo, but I get dough\nWhy's my name the Large Professor?\nCause I milked your cow in other words I hit your heffer\nDon't talk about how you can break Rambo\nThat's just a bunch of mamba-ja-hambo\nPropaganda, save it for Savanda\nJoe and Amanda, Zach and Alexandra\nDon't let the folks around your way puff your head\nCause you'll be the owner of a hospital bed\nI'll kick fire out your ass so fast\nYou'll be as crispy as my man Bill Blass\n\nAiyyo, it's like\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nAnd that's all!\n\nIt's like\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nAnd that's all!\n\nIt's like\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nAnd that's all!\n\nIt's like\nLike that y'all (that y'all), like that y'all (that y'all)\nLike that y'all (that y'all), like that y'all (that y'all)\nLike that y'all (that y'all), like that y'all (that y'all)\nYo, and that's all!","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.22] Ahhhhhhhhhhh\n[00:06.41] Ohhhh ho!\n[00:11.49] Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho! It's like\n[00:15.71] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[00:18.14] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[00:20.67] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[00:23.15] And that's all!\n[00:24.12] Nas\n[00:24.52] Street's disciple, my raps are trifle\n[00:27.28] I shoot slugs from my brain just like a rifle\n[00:29.79] Stampede the stage I leave the microphone split\n[00:32.30] Play Mr. Tuffy while I'm on some Pretty Tone shit\n[00:34.73] Verbal assassin my architect pleases\n[00:36.87] When I was twelve I went to hell for snuffin Jesus\n[00:39.36] Nasty Nas is a rebel to America\n[00:41.99] Police murderer, I'm causin hysteria\n[00:44.22] My troops roll up with a strange force\n[00:46.28] I was trapped in a cage and let out by the Main Source\n[00:48.78] Swimmin in women like a lifeguard\n[00:51.26] Put on a bulletproof, nigga, I strike hard\n[00:53.23] Kidnap the President's wife without a plan\n[00:55.83] And hangin niggaz like the Ku Klux Klan\n[00:57.94] I melt mics till the sound waves over\n[01:00.27] Before steppin to me you'd rather step to Jehovah\n[01:02.95] Slammin MC's on cement\n[01:04.99] Cause verbally, I'm iller than a AIDS patient\n[01:07.78] I move swift and uplift\n[01:09.63] Your mind shoot the gift when I riff in rhyme\n[01:12.16] Rappin sniper, speakin real words\n[01:14.40] My thoughts react, like Steven Spielberg's\n[01:16.97] Poetry attacks, paragraphs punch hard\n[01:19.18] My brain is insane, I'm out to lunch God\n[01:21.51] Science is dropped, my raps are toxic\n[01:23.87] My voicebox locks and excels like a rocket\n[01:25.80] Aiyyo it's like\n[01:26.95] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[01:29.14] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[01:31.85] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[01:33.57] And that's all!\n[01:34.97] Fatal\n[01:35.34] Fatal is merciful and they curse me\n[01:37.77] When I grip the mic I show no mercy\n[01:40.37] I got heart, I rip the party apart\n[01:42.28] From the seams and hem'up like bell-bottom jeans\n[01:44.73] But you get done, you get blues like 501\n[01:47.33] Brothers are live but I betcha I'm liver son\n[01:49.68] So let me get upon the scene and redeem\n[01:51.86] The dream of a team, and knock'em out like Mitch Green\n[01:54.32] Smoke some thai weed, flow at a high speed\n[01:56.87] Rap on off breaks stompin' like Northlakes\n[01:59.12] Cause I'm livin larger than the founders of Fendi\n[02:01.46] An Asiatic brother that many rappers envy\n[02:03.70] So round up your crew and entourage\n[02:05.97] And let the God Merciful just take charge\n[02:08.03] Aiyyo, it's like\n[02:08.76] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[02:10.16] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[02:12.71] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[02:15.00] And that's all!\n[02:17.23] Akinyele\n[02:17.63] Some of them said (said what?) that the Ak should quit\n[02:20.37] But I don't sweat it, cause I'm too big for that small shit\n[02:22.82] Like pigs when it comes to a showdown\n[02:25.13] Huff and puff but the Ak won't get blown down\n[02:27.34] Cause I come strong, rather than come at all and not be ready\n[02:30.23] That's what seperates me from the petty\n[02:32.69] MC's gas themselves by drinking too much getty\n[02:34.79] And get torn the fuck up like confetti\n[02:36.99] I'm rich and thick, your lyrics like Aunt jemimah\n[02:39.16] It doesn't take Keenan Ivory Wayans to know that I'ma\n[02:41.46] Get You Sucka, if you bite like a piranha\n[02:43.63] So save them preschool rhymes for the kids at Wonderama\n[02:46.24] Point blank, period, with no comma\n[02:48.34] Rhymes so dangerous, call for the homi-\n[02:50.52] Cide cause I knock'em dead even when I'm at my worst\n[02:53.07] The only future that lies ahead of them is the lights from the hearse\n[02:55.78] Got game like a crackhead\n[02:57.30] But don't be mislead, I keep rappers on lock like a dread\n[03:00.34] Knots in the head from the words that I said\n[03:02.40] So get a shovel and dig your grave cause the shit you talk is dead\n[03:04.67] Aiyyo, it's like\n[03:06.36] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[03:07.87] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[03:09.87] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[03:12.83] And that's all!\n[03:13.30] Large Professor\n[03:13.93] I grab up girls like jacks\n[03:16.60] Add'em on like tax, and I'm over like Hot Trax\n[03:19.42] As far as brothers are concerned a pressure cooker from start\n[03:22.03] To finish I diminish like a cuisinart\n[03:24.14] Secondly, I'm sick of critics, who's neckin' me\n[03:26.24] (Oooh he got an afro) yo, but I get dough\n[03:28.61] Why's my name the Large Professor?\n[03:30.96] Cause I milked your cow in other words I hit your heffer\n[03:33.28] Don't talk about how you can break Rambo\n[03:35.76] That's just a bunch of mamba-ja-hambo\n[03:38.09] Propaganda, save it for Savanda\n[03:40.37] Joe and Amanda, Zach and Alexandra\n[03:42.65] Don't let the folks around your way puff your head\n[03:45.08] Cause you'll be the owner of a hospital bed\n[03:47.34] I'll kick fire out your ass so fast\n[03:49.82] You'll be as crispy as my man Bill Blass\n[03:52.02] Aiyyo, it's like\n[03:53.18] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[03:54.17] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[03:57.34] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[03:59.76] And that's all!\n[04:00.95] It's like\n[04:01.54] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[04:03.60] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[04:06.16] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[04:08.61] And that's all!\n[04:10.77] It's like\n[04:11.13] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[04:13.08] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[04:15.41] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[04:17.44] And that's all!\n[04:19.92] It's like\n[04:20.81] Like that y'all (that y'all), like that y'all (that y'all)\n[04:23.36] Like that y'all (that y'all), like that y'all (that y'all)\n[04:25.17] Like that y'all (that y'all), like that y'all (that y'all)\n[04:26.95] Yo, and that's all!\n[04:29.61] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Live At The Barbeque\n  artist: Main Source\n  album: Breaking Atoms\n  duration_ms: 275000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Ahhhhhhhhhhh\n  start_ms: 3220\n  end_ms: 6410\n- text: Ohhhh ho!\n  start_ms: 6410\n  end_ms: 11490\n- text: Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho! It's like\n  start_ms: 11490\n  end_ms: 15710\n- text: That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  start_ms: 15710\n  end_ms: 18140\n- text: That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  start_ms: 18140\n  end_ms: 20670\n- text: That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  start_ms: 20670\n  end_ms: 23150\n- text: And that's all!\n  start_ms: 23150\n  end_ms: 24120\n- text: Nas\n  start_ms: 24120\n  end_ms: 24520\n- text: Street's disciple, my raps are trifle\n  start_ms: 24520\n  end_ms: 27280\n- text: I shoot slugs from my brain just like a rifle\n  start_ms: 27280\n  end_ms: 29790\n- text: Stampede the stage I leave the microphone split\n  start_ms: 29790\n  end_ms: 32300\n- text: Play Mr. Tuffy while I'm on some Pretty Tone shit\n  start_ms: 32300\n  end_ms: 34730\n- text: Verbal assassin my architect pleases\n  start_ms: 34730\n  end_ms: 36870\n- text: When I was twelve I went to hell for snuffin Jesus\n  start_ms: 36870\n  end_ms: 39360\n- text: Nasty Nas is 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119120\n- text: Cause I'm livin larger than the founders of Fendi\n  start_ms: 119120\n  end_ms: 121460\n- text: An Asiatic brother that many rappers envy\n  start_ms: 121460\n  end_ms: 123700\n- text: So round up your crew and entourage\n  start_ms: 123700\n  end_ms: 125970\n- text: And let the God Merciful just take charge\n  start_ms: 125970\n  end_ms: 128030\n- text: Aiyyo, it's like\n  start_ms: 128030\n  end_ms: 128760\n- text: That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  start_ms: 128760\n  end_ms: 130160\n- text: That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  start_ms: 130160\n  end_ms: 132710\n- text: That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  start_ms: 132710\n  end_ms: 135000\n- text: And that's all!\n  start_ms: 135000\n  end_ms: 137230\n- text: Akinyele\n  start_ms: 137230\n  end_ms: 137630\n- text: Some of them said (said what?) that the Ak should quit\n  start_ms: 137630\n  end_ms: 140370\n- text: But I don't sweat it, cause I'm too big for that 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187870\n  end_ms: 189870\n- text: That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  start_ms: 189870\n  end_ms: 192830\n- text: And that's all!\n  start_ms: 192830\n  end_ms: 193300\n- text: Large Professor\n  start_ms: 193300\n  end_ms: 193930\n- text: I grab up girls like jacks\n  start_ms: 193930\n  end_ms: 196600\n- text: Add'em on like tax, and I'm over like Hot Trax\n  start_ms: 196600\n  end_ms: 199420\n- text: As far as brothers are concerned a pressure cooker from start\n  start_ms: 199420\n  end_ms: 202030\n- text: To finish I diminish like a cuisinart\n  start_ms: 202030\n  end_ms: 204140\n- text: Secondly, I'm sick of critics, who's neckin' me\n  start_ms: 204140\n  end_ms: 206240\n- text: (Oooh he got an afro) yo, but I get dough\n  start_ms: 206240\n  end_ms: 208610\n- text: Why's my name the Large Professor?\n  start_ms: 208610\n  end_ms: 210960\n- text: Cause I milked your cow in other words I hit your heffer\n  start_ms: 210960\n  end_ms: 213280\n- text: Don't talk 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237340\n  end_ms: 239760\n- text: And that's all!\n  start_ms: 239760\n  end_ms: 240950\n- text: It's like\n  start_ms: 240950\n  end_ms: 241540\n- text: That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  start_ms: 241540\n  end_ms: 243600\n- text: That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  start_ms: 243600\n  end_ms: 246160\n- text: That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  start_ms: 246160\n  end_ms: 248610\n- text: And that's all!\n  start_ms: 248610\n  end_ms: 250770\n- text: It's like\n  start_ms: 250770\n  end_ms: 251130\n- text: That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  start_ms: 251130\n  end_ms: 253080\n- text: That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  start_ms: 253080\n  end_ms: 255410\n- text: That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  start_ms: 255410\n  end_ms: 257440\n- text: And that's all!\n  start_ms: 257440\n  end_ms: 259920\n- text: It's like\n  start_ms: 259920\n  end_ms: 260810\n- text: Like that y'all (that y'all), like that y'all (that y'all)\n  start_ms: 260810\n  end_ms: 263360\n- text: Like that y'all (that y'all), like that y'all (that y'all)\n  start_ms: 263360\n  end_ms: 265170\n- text: Like that y'all (that y'all), like that y'all (that y'all)\n  start_ms: 265170\n  end_ms: 266950\n- text: Yo, and that's all!\n  start_ms: 266950\n  end_ms: 269610\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 269610\nplain: |-\n  Ahhhhhhhhhhh\n  Ohhhh ho!\n  Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho! It's like\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  And that's all!\n\n  Nas\n  Street's disciple, my raps are trifle\n  I shoot slugs from my brain just like a rifle\n  Stampede the stage I leave the microphone split\n  Play Mr. Tuffy while I'm on some Pretty Tone shit\n  Verbal assassin my architect pleases\n  When I was twelve I went to hell for snuffin Jesus\n  Nasty Nas is a rebel to America\n  Police murderer, I'm causin hysteria\n  My troops roll up with a strange force\n  I was trapped in a cage and let out by the Main Source\n  Swimmin in women like a lifeguard\n  Put on a bulletproof, nigga, I strike hard\n  Kidnap the President's wife without a plan\n  And hangin niggaz like the Ku Klux Klan\n  I melt mics till the sound waves over\n  Before steppin to me you'd rather step to Jehovah\n  Slammin MC's on cement\n  Cause verbally, I'm iller than a AIDS patient\n  I move swift and uplift\n  Your mind shoot the gift when I riff in rhyme\n  Rappin sniper, speakin real words\n  My thoughts react, like Steven Spielberg's\n  Poetry attacks, paragraphs punch hard\n  My brain is insane, I'm out to lunch God\n  Science is dropped, my raps are toxic\n  My voicebox locks and excels like a rocket\n\n  Aiyyo it's like\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  And that's all!\n\n  Fatal\n  Fatal is merciful and they curse me\n  When I grip the mic I show no mercy\n  I got heart, I rip the party apart\n  From the seams and hem'up like bell-bottom jeans\n  But you get done, you get blues like 501\n  Brothers are live but I betcha I'm liver son\n  So let me get upon the scene and redeem\n  The dream of a team, and knock'em out like Mitch Green\n  Smoke some thai weed, flow at a high speed\n  Rap on off breaks stompin' like Northlakes\n  Cause I'm livin larger than the founders of Fendi\n  An Asiatic brother that many rappers envy\n  So round up your crew and entourage\n  And let the God Merciful just take charge\n\n  Aiyyo, it's like\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  And that's all!\n\n  Akinyele\n  Some of them said (said what?) that the Ak should quit\n  But I don't sweat it, cause I'm too big for that small shit\n  Like pigs when it comes to a showdown\n  Huff and puff but the Ak won't get blown down\n  Cause I come strong, rather than come at all and not be ready\n  That's what seperates me from the petty\n  MC's gas themselves by drinking too much getty\n  And get torn the fuck up like confetti\n  I'm rich and thick, your lyrics like Aunt jemimah\n  It doesn't take Keenan Ivory Wayans to know that I'ma\n  Get You Sucka, if you bite like a piranha\n  So save them preschool rhymes for the kids at Wonderama\n  Point blank, period, with no comma\n  Rhymes so dangerous, call for the homi-\n  Cide cause I knock'em dead even when I'm at my worst\n  The only future that lies ahead of them is the lights from the hearse\n  Got game like a crackhead\n  But don't be mislead, I keep rappers on lock like a dread\n  Knots in the head from the words that I said\n  So get a shovel and dig your grave cause the shit you talk is dead\n\n  Aiyyo, it's like\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  And that's all!\n\n  Large Professor\n  I grab up girls like jacks\n  Add'em on like tax, and I'm over like Hot Trax\n  As far as brothers are concerned a pressure cooker from start\n  To finish I diminish like a cuisinart\n  Secondly, I'm sick of critics, who's neckin' me\n  (Oooh he got an afro) yo, but I get dough\n  Why's my name the Large Professor?\n  Cause I milked your cow in other words I hit your heffer\n  Don't talk about how you can break Rambo\n  That's just a bunch of mamba-ja-hambo\n  Propaganda, save it for Savanda\n  Joe and Amanda, Zach and Alexandra\n  Don't let the folks around your way puff your head\n  Cause you'll be the owner of a hospital bed\n  I'll kick fire out your ass so fast\n  You'll be as crispy as my man Bill Blass\n\n  Aiyyo, it's like\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  And that's all!\n\n  It's like\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  And that's all!\n\n  It's like\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  And that's all!\n\n  It's like\n  Like that y'all (that y'all), like that y'all (that y'all)\n  Like that y'all (that y'all), like that y'all (that y'all)\n  Like that y'all (that y'all), like that y'all (that y'all)\n  Yo, and that's all!\n"},{"id":31090088,"name":"Live At The Barbeque","trackName":"Live At The Barbeque","artistName":"Main Source","albumName":"Breaking Atoms","duration":67.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Ahhhhhhhhhhh\nOhhhh ho!\nHo! Ho! Ho! Ho! 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gift when I riff in rhyme\nRappin sniper, speakin real words\nMy thoughts react, like Steven Spielberg's\nPoetry attacks, paragraphs punch hard\nMy brain is insane, I'm out to lunch God\nScience is dropped, my raps are toxic\nMy voicebox locks and excels like a rocket\n\nAiyyo it's like\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nAnd that's all!\n\nFatal\nFatal is merciful and they curse me\nWhen I grip the mic I show no mercy\nI got heart, I rip the party apart\nFrom the seams and hem'up like bell-bottom jeans\nBut you get done, you get blues like 501\nBrothers are live but I betcha I'm liver son\nSo let me get upon the scene and redeem\nThe dream of a team, and knock'em out like Mitch Green\nSmoke some thai weed, flow at a high speed\nRap on off breaks stompin' like Northlakes\nCause I'm livin larger than the founders of Fendi\nAn Asiatic brother that many rappers envy\nSo round up your crew and entourage\nAnd let the God Merciful just take charge\n\nAiyyo, it's like\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nAnd that's all!\n\nAkinyele\nSome of them said (said what?) that the Ak should quit\nBut I don't sweat it, cause I'm too big for that small shit\nLike pigs when it comes to a showdown\nHuff and puff but the Ak won't get blown down\nCause I come strong, rather than come at all and not be ready\nThat's what seperates me from the petty\nMC's gas themselves by drinking too much getty\nAnd get torn the fuck up like confetti\nI'm rich and thick, your lyrics like Aunt jemimah\nIt doesn't take Keenan Ivory Wayans to know that I'ma\nGet You Sucka, if you bite like a piranha\nSo save them preschool rhymes for the kids at Wonderama\nPoint blank, period, with no comma\nRhymes so dangerous, call for the homi-\nCide cause I knock'em dead even when I'm at my worst\nThe only future that lies ahead of them is the lights from the hearse\nGot game like a crackhead\nBut don't be mislead, I keep rappers on lock like a dread\nKnots in the head from the words that I said\nSo get a shovel and dig your grave cause the shit you talk is dead\n\nAiyyo, it's like\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nAnd that's all!\n\nLarge Professor\nI grab up girls like jacks\nAdd'em on like tax, and I'm over like Hot Trax\nAs far as brothers are concerned a pressure cooker from start\nTo finish I diminish like a cuisinart\nSecondly, I'm sick of critics, who's neckin' me\n(Oooh he got an afro) yo, but I get dough\nWhy's my name the Large Professor?\nCause I milked your cow in other words I hit your heffer\nDon't talk about how you can break Rambo\nThat's just a bunch of mamba-ja-hambo\nPropaganda, save it for Savanda\nJoe and Amanda, Zach and Alexandra\nDon't let the folks around your way puff your head\nCause you'll be the owner of a hospital bed\nI'll kick fire out your ass so fast\nYou'll be as crispy as my man Bill Blass\n\nAiyyo, it's like\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nAnd that's all!\n\nIt's like\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nAnd that's all!\n\nIt's like\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nAnd that's all!\n\nIt's like\nLike that y'all (that y'all), like that y'all (that y'all)\nLike that y'all (that y'all), like that y'all (that y'all)\nLike that y'all (that y'all), like that y'all (that y'all)\nYo, and that's all!","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.22] Ahhhhhhhhhhh\n[00:06.41] Ohhhh ho!\n[00:11.49] Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho! It's like\n[00:15.71] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[00:18.14] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[00:20.67] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[00:23.15] And that's all!\n[00:24.12] Nas\n[00:24.52] Street's disciple, my raps are trifle\n[00:27.28] I shoot slugs from my brain just like a rifle\n[00:29.79] Stampede the stage I leave the microphone split\n[00:32.30] Play Mr. Tuffy while I'm on some Pretty Tone shit\n[00:34.73] Verbal assassin my architect pleases\n[00:36.87] When I was twelve I went to hell for snuffin Jesus\n[00:39.36] Nasty Nas is a rebel to America\n[00:41.99] Police murderer, I'm causin hysteria\n[00:44.22] My troops roll up with a strange force\n[00:46.28] I was trapped in a cage and let out by the Main Source\n[00:48.78] Swimmin in women like a lifeguard\n[00:51.26] Put on a bulletproof, nigga, I strike hard\n[00:53.23] Kidnap the President's wife without a plan\n[00:55.83] And hangin niggaz like the Ku Klux Klan\n[00:57.94] I melt mics till the sound waves over\n[01:00.27] Before steppin to me you'd rather step to Jehovah\n[01:02.95] Slammin MC's on cement\n[01:04.99] Cause verbally, I'm iller than a AIDS patient\n[01:07.78] I move swift and uplift\n[01:09.63] Your mind shoot the gift when I riff in rhyme\n[01:12.16] Rappin sniper, speakin real words\n[01:14.40] My thoughts react, like Steven Spielberg's\n[01:16.97] Poetry attacks, paragraphs punch hard\n[01:19.18] My brain is insane, I'm out to lunch God\n[01:21.51] Science is dropped, my raps are toxic\n[01:23.87] My voicebox locks and excels like a rocket\n[01:25.80] Aiyyo it's like\n[01:26.95] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[01:29.14] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[01:31.85] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[01:33.57] And that's all!\n[01:34.97] Fatal\n[01:35.34] Fatal is merciful and they curse me\n[01:37.77] When I grip the mic I show no mercy\n[01:40.37] I got heart, I rip the party apart\n[01:42.28] From the seams and hem'up like bell-bottom jeans\n[01:44.73] But you get done, you get blues like 501\n[01:47.33] Brothers are live but I betcha I'm liver son\n[01:49.68] So let me get upon the scene and redeem\n[01:51.86] The dream of a team, and knock'em out like Mitch Green\n[01:54.32] Smoke some thai weed, flow at a high speed\n[01:56.87] Rap on off breaks stompin' like Northlakes\n[01:59.12] Cause I'm livin larger than the founders of Fendi\n[02:01.46] An Asiatic brother that many rappers envy\n[02:03.70] So round up your crew and entourage\n[02:05.97] And let the God Merciful just take charge\n[02:08.03] Aiyyo, it's like\n[02:08.76] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[02:10.16] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[02:12.71] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[02:15.00] And that's all!\n[02:17.23] Akinyele\n[02:17.63] Some of them said (said what?) that the Ak should quit\n[02:20.37] But I don't sweat it, cause I'm too big for that small shit\n[02:22.82] Like pigs when it comes to a showdown\n[02:25.13] Huff and puff but the Ak won't get blown down\n[02:27.34] Cause I come strong, rather than come at all and not be ready\n[02:30.23] That's what seperates me from the petty\n[02:32.69] MC's gas themselves by drinking too much getty\n[02:34.79] And get torn the fuck up like confetti\n[02:36.99] I'm rich and thick, your lyrics like Aunt jemimah\n[02:39.16] It doesn't take Keenan Ivory Wayans to know that I'ma\n[02:41.46] Get You Sucka, if you bite like a piranha\n[02:43.63] So save them preschool rhymes for the kids at Wonderama\n[02:46.24] Point blank, period, with no comma\n[02:48.34] Rhymes so dangerous, call for the homi-\n[02:50.52] Cide cause I knock'em dead even when I'm at my worst\n[02:53.07] The only future that lies ahead of them is the lights from the hearse\n[02:55.78] Got game like a crackhead\n[02:57.30] But don't be mislead, I keep rappers on lock like a dread\n[03:00.34] Knots in the head from the words that I said\n[03:02.40] So get a shovel and dig your grave cause the shit you talk is dead\n[03:04.67] Aiyyo, it's like\n[03:06.36] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[03:07.87] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[03:09.87] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[03:12.83] And that's all!\n[03:13.30] Large Professor\n[03:13.93] I grab up girls like jacks\n[03:16.60] Add'em on like tax, and I'm over like Hot Trax\n[03:19.42] As far as brothers are concerned a pressure cooker from start\n[03:22.03] To finish I diminish like a cuisinart\n[03:24.14] Secondly, I'm sick of critics, who's neckin' me\n[03:26.24] (Oooh he got an afro) yo, but I get dough\n[03:28.61] Why's my name the Large Professor?\n[03:30.96] Cause I milked your cow in other words I hit your heffer\n[03:33.28] Don't talk about how you can break Rambo\n[03:35.76] That's just a bunch of mamba-ja-hambo\n[03:38.09] Propaganda, save it for Savanda\n[03:40.37] Joe and Amanda, Zach and Alexandra\n[03:42.65] Don't let the folks around your way puff your head\n[03:45.08] Cause you'll be the owner of a hospital bed\n[03:47.34] I'll kick fire out your ass so fast\n[03:49.82] You'll be as crispy as my man Bill Blass\n[03:52.02] Aiyyo, it's like\n[03:53.18] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[03:54.17] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[03:57.34] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[03:59.76] And that's all!\n[04:00.95] It's like\n[04:01.54] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[04:03.60] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[04:06.16] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[04:08.61] And that's all!\n[04:10.77] It's like\n[04:11.13] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[04:13.08] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[04:15.41] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[04:17.44] And that's all!\n[04:19.92] It's like\n[04:20.81] Like that y'all (that y'all), like that y'all (that y'all)\n[04:23.36] Like that y'all (that y'all), like that y'all (that y'all)\n[04:25.17] Like that y'all (that y'all), like that y'all (that y'all)\n[04:26.95] Yo, and that's all!\n[04:29.61] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Live At The Barbeque\n  artist: Main Source\n  album: Breaking Atoms\n  duration_ms: 67000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Ahhhhhhhhhhh\n  start_ms: 3220\n  end_ms: 6410\n- text: Ohhhh ho!\n  start_ms: 6410\n  end_ms: 11490\n- text: Ho! 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187870\n  end_ms: 189870\n- text: That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  start_ms: 189870\n  end_ms: 192830\n- text: And that's all!\n  start_ms: 192830\n  end_ms: 193300\n- text: Large Professor\n  start_ms: 193300\n  end_ms: 193930\n- text: I grab up girls like jacks\n  start_ms: 193930\n  end_ms: 196600\n- text: Add'em on like tax, and I'm over like Hot Trax\n  start_ms: 196600\n  end_ms: 199420\n- text: As far as brothers are concerned a pressure cooker from start\n  start_ms: 199420\n  end_ms: 202030\n- text: To finish I diminish like a cuisinart\n  start_ms: 202030\n  end_ms: 204140\n- text: Secondly, I'm sick of critics, who's neckin' me\n  start_ms: 204140\n  end_ms: 206240\n- text: (Oooh he got an afro) yo, but I get dough\n  start_ms: 206240\n  end_ms: 208610\n- text: Why's my name the Large Professor?\n  start_ms: 208610\n  end_ms: 210960\n- text: Cause I milked your cow in other words I hit your heffer\n  start_ms: 210960\n  end_ms: 213280\n- text: Don't talk about how you can break Rambo\n  start_ms: 213280\n  end_ms: 215760\n- text: That's just a bunch of mamba-ja-hambo\n  start_ms: 215760\n  end_ms: 218090\n- text: Propaganda, save it for Savanda\n  start_ms: 218090\n  end_ms: 220370\n- text: Joe and Amanda, Zach and Alexandra\n  start_ms: 220370\n  end_ms: 222650\n- text: Don't let the folks around your way puff your head\n  start_ms: 222650\n  end_ms: 225080\n- text: Cause you'll be the owner of a hospital bed\n  start_ms: 225080\n  end_ms: 227340\n- text: I'll kick fire out your ass so fast\n  start_ms: 227340\n  end_ms: 229820\n- text: You'll be as crispy as my man Bill Blass\n  start_ms: 229820\n  end_ms: 232020\n- text: Aiyyo, it's like\n  start_ms: 232020\n  end_ms: 233180\n- text: That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  start_ms: 233180\n  end_ms: 234170\n- text: That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  start_ms: 234170\n  end_ms: 237340\n- text: That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  start_ms: 237340\n  end_ms: 239760\n- text: And that's all!\n  start_ms: 239760\n  end_ms: 240950\n- text: It's like\n  start_ms: 240950\n  end_ms: 241540\n- text: That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  start_ms: 241540\n  end_ms: 243600\n- text: That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  start_ms: 243600\n  end_ms: 246160\n- text: That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  start_ms: 246160\n  end_ms: 248610\n- text: And that's all!\n  start_ms: 248610\n  end_ms: 250770\n- text: It's like\n  start_ms: 250770\n  end_ms: 251130\n- text: That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  start_ms: 251130\n  end_ms: 253080\n- text: That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  start_ms: 253080\n  end_ms: 255410\n- text: That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  start_ms: 255410\n  end_ms: 257440\n- text: And that's all!\n  start_ms: 257440\n  end_ms: 259920\n- text: It's like\n  start_ms: 259920\n  end_ms: 260810\n- text: Like that y'all (that y'all), like that y'all (that y'all)\n  start_ms: 260810\n  end_ms: 263360\n- text: Like that y'all (that y'all), like that y'all (that y'all)\n  start_ms: 263360\n  end_ms: 265170\n- text: Like that y'all (that y'all), like that y'all (that y'all)\n  start_ms: 265170\n  end_ms: 266950\n- text: Yo, and that's all!\n  start_ms: 266950\n  end_ms: 269610\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 269610\nplain: |-\n  Ahhhhhhhhhhh\n  Ohhhh ho!\n  Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho! It's like\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  And that's all!\n\n  Nas\n  Street's disciple, my raps are trifle\n  I shoot slugs from my brain just like a rifle\n  Stampede the stage I leave the microphone split\n  Play Mr. Tuffy while I'm on some Pretty Tone shit\n  Verbal assassin my architect pleases\n  When I was twelve I went to hell for snuffin Jesus\n  Nasty Nas is a rebel to America\n  Police murderer, I'm causin hysteria\n  My troops roll up with a strange force\n  I was trapped in a cage and let out by the Main Source\n  Swimmin in women like a lifeguard\n  Put on a bulletproof, nigga, I strike hard\n  Kidnap the President's wife without a plan\n  And hangin niggaz like the Ku Klux Klan\n  I melt mics till the sound waves over\n  Before steppin to me you'd rather step to Jehovah\n  Slammin MC's on cement\n  Cause verbally, I'm iller than a AIDS patient\n  I move swift and uplift\n  Your mind shoot the gift when I riff in rhyme\n  Rappin sniper, speakin real words\n  My thoughts react, like Steven Spielberg's\n  Poetry attacks, paragraphs punch hard\n  My brain is insane, I'm out to lunch God\n  Science is dropped, my raps are toxic\n  My voicebox locks and excels like a rocket\n\n  Aiyyo it's like\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  And that's all!\n\n  Fatal\n  Fatal is merciful and they curse me\n  When I grip the mic I show no mercy\n  I got heart, I rip the party apart\n  From the seams and hem'up like bell-bottom jeans\n  But you get done, you get blues like 501\n  Brothers are live but I betcha I'm liver son\n  So let me get upon the scene and redeem\n  The dream of a team, and knock'em out like Mitch Green\n  Smoke some thai weed, flow at a high speed\n  Rap on off breaks stompin' like Northlakes\n  Cause I'm livin larger than the founders of Fendi\n  An Asiatic brother that many rappers envy\n  So round up your crew and entourage\n  And let the God Merciful just take charge\n\n  Aiyyo, it's like\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  And that's all!\n\n  Akinyele\n  Some of them said (said what?) that the Ak should quit\n  But I don't sweat it, cause I'm too big for that small shit\n  Like pigs when it comes to a showdown\n  Huff and puff but the Ak won't get blown down\n  Cause I come strong, rather than come at all and not be ready\n  That's what seperates me from the petty\n  MC's gas themselves by drinking too much getty\n  And get torn the fuck up like confetti\n  I'm rich and thick, your lyrics like Aunt jemimah\n  It doesn't take Keenan Ivory Wayans to know that I'ma\n  Get You Sucka, if you bite like a piranha\n  So save them preschool rhymes for the kids at Wonderama\n  Point blank, period, with no comma\n  Rhymes so dangerous, call for the homi-\n  Cide cause I knock'em dead even when I'm at my worst\n  The only future that lies ahead of them is the lights from the hearse\n  Got game like a crackhead\n  But don't be mislead, I keep rappers on lock like a dread\n  Knots in the head from the words that I said\n  So get a shovel and dig your grave cause the shit you talk is dead\n\n  Aiyyo, it's like\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  And that's all!\n\n  Large Professor\n  I grab up girls like jacks\n  Add'em on like tax, and I'm over like Hot Trax\n  As far as brothers are concerned a pressure cooker from start\n  To finish I diminish like a cuisinart\n  Secondly, I'm sick of critics, who's neckin' me\n  (Oooh he got an afro) yo, but I get dough\n  Why's my name the Large Professor?\n  Cause I milked your cow in other words I hit your heffer\n  Don't talk about how you can break Rambo\n  That's just a bunch of mamba-ja-hambo\n  Propaganda, save it for Savanda\n  Joe and Amanda, Zach and Alexandra\n  Don't let the folks around your way puff your head\n  Cause you'll be the owner of a hospital bed\n  I'll kick fire out your ass so fast\n  You'll be as crispy as my man Bill Blass\n\n  Aiyyo, it's like\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  And that's all!\n\n  It's like\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  And that's all!\n\n  It's like\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  And that's all!\n\n  It's like\n  Like that y'all (that y'all), like that y'all (that y'all)\n  Like that y'all (that y'all), like that y'all (that y'all)\n  Like that y'all (that y'all), like that y'all (that y'all)\n  Yo, and that's all!\n"},{"id":19064427,"name":"Live at the Barbeque","trackName":"Live at the Barbeque","artistName":"Main Source","albumName":"Breaking Atoms","duration":257.973333,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Ahhhhhhhhhhh\nOhhhh ho!\nHo! Ho! Ho! Ho! It's like\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nAnd that's all!\n\nNas\nStreet's disciple, my raps are trifle\nI shoot slugs from my brain just like a rifle\nStampede the stage I leave the microphone split\nPlay Mr. Tuffy while I'm on some Pretty Tone shit\nVerbal assassin my architect pleases\nWhen I was twelve I went to hell for snuffin Jesus\nNasty Nas is a rebel to America\nPolice murderer, I'm causin hysteria\nMy troops roll up with a strange force\nI was trapped in a cage and let out by the Main Source\nSwimmin in women like a lifeguard\nPut on a bulletproof, nigga, I strike hard\nKidnap the President's wife without a plan\nAnd hangin niggaz like the Ku Klux Klan\nI melt mics till the sound waves over\nBefore steppin to me you'd rather step to Jehovah\nSlammin MC's on cement\nCause verbally, I'm iller than a AIDS patient\nI move swift and uplift\nYour mind shoot the gift when I riff in rhyme\nRappin sniper, speakin real words\nMy thoughts react, like Steven Spielberg's\nPoetry attacks, paragraphs punch hard\nMy brain is insane, I'm out to lunch God\nScience is dropped, my raps are toxic\nMy voicebox locks and excels like a rocket\n\nAiyyo it's like\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nAnd that's all!\n\nFatal\nFatal is merciful and they curse me\nWhen I grip the mic I show no mercy\nI got heart, I rip the party apart\nFrom the seams and hem'up like bell-bottom jeans\nBut you get done, you get blues like 501\nBrothers are live but I betcha I'm liver son\nSo let me get upon the scene and redeem\nThe dream of a team, and knock'em out like Mitch Green\nSmoke some thai weed, flow at a high speed\nRap on off breaks stompin' like Northlakes\nCause I'm livin larger than the founders of Fendi\nAn Asiatic brother that many rappers envy\nSo round up your crew and entourage\nAnd let the God Merciful just take charge\n\nAiyyo, it's like\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nAnd that's all!\n\nAkinyele\nSome of them said (said what?) that the Ak should quit\nBut I don't sweat it, cause I'm too big for that small shit\nLike pigs when it comes to a showdown\nHuff and puff but the Ak won't get blown down\nCause I come strong, rather than come at all and not be ready\nThat's what seperates me from the petty\nMC's gas themselves by drinking too much getty\nAnd get torn the fuck up like confetti\nI'm rich and thick, your lyrics like Aunt jemimah\nIt doesn't take Keenan Ivory Wayans to know that I'ma\nGet You Sucka, if you bite like a piranha\nSo save them preschool rhymes for the kids at Wonderama\nPoint blank, period, with no comma\nRhymes so dangerous, call for the homi-\nCide cause I knock'em dead even when I'm at my worst\nThe only future that lies ahead of them is the lights from the hearse\nGot game like a crackhead\nBut don't be mislead, I keep rappers on lock like a dread\nKnots in the head from the words that I said\nSo get a shovel and dig your grave cause the shit you talk is dead\n\nAiyyo, it's like\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nAnd that's all!\n\nLarge Professor\nI grab up girls like jacks\nAdd'em on like tax, and I'm over like Hot Trax\nAs far as brothers are concerned a pressure cooker from start\nTo finish I diminish like a cuisinart\nSecondly, I'm sick of critics, who's neckin' me\n(Oooh he got an afro) yo, but I get dough\nWhy's my name the Large Professor?\nCause I milked your cow in other words I hit your heffer\nDon't talk about how you can break Rambo\nThat's just a bunch of mamba-ja-hambo\nPropaganda, save it for Savanda\nJoe and Amanda, Zach and Alexandra\nDon't let the folks around your way puff your head\nCause you'll be the owner of a hospital bed\nI'll kick fire out your ass so fast\nYou'll be as crispy as my man Bill Blass\n\nAiyyo, it's like\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nAnd that's all!\n\nIt's like\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nAnd that's all!\n\nIt's like\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nAnd that's all!\n\nIt's like\nLike that y'all (that y'all), like that y'all (that y'all)\nLike that y'all (that y'all), like that y'all (that y'all)\nLike that y'all (that y'all), like that y'all (that y'all)\nYo, and that's all!","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.22] Ahhhhhhhhhhh\n[00:06.41] Ohhhh ho!\n[00:11.49] Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho! It's like\n[00:15.71] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[00:18.14] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[00:20.67] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[00:23.15] And that's all!\n[00:24.12] Nas\n[00:24.52] Street's disciple, my raps are trifle\n[00:27.28] I shoot slugs from my brain just like a rifle\n[00:29.79] Stampede the stage I leave the microphone split\n[00:32.30] Play Mr. Tuffy while I'm on some Pretty Tone shit\n[00:34.73] Verbal assassin my architect pleases\n[00:36.87] When I was twelve I went to hell for snuffin Jesus\n[00:39.36] Nasty Nas is a rebel to America\n[00:41.99] Police murderer, I'm causin hysteria\n[00:44.22] My troops roll up with a strange force\n[00:46.28] I was trapped in a cage and let out by the Main Source\n[00:48.78] Swimmin in women like a lifeguard\n[00:51.26] Put on a bulletproof, nigga, I strike hard\n[00:53.23] Kidnap the President's wife without a plan\n[00:55.83] And hangin niggaz like the Ku Klux Klan\n[00:57.94] I melt mics till the sound waves over\n[01:00.27] Before steppin to me you'd rather step to Jehovah\n[01:02.95] Slammin MC's on cement\n[01:04.99] Cause verbally, I'm iller than a AIDS patient\n[01:07.78] I move swift and uplift\n[01:09.63] Your mind shoot the gift when I riff in rhyme\n[01:12.16] Rappin sniper, speakin real words\n[01:14.40] My thoughts react, like Steven Spielberg's\n[01:16.97] Poetry attacks, paragraphs punch hard\n[01:19.18] My brain is insane, I'm out to lunch God\n[01:21.51] Science is dropped, my raps are toxic\n[01:23.87] My voicebox locks and excels like a rocket\n[01:25.80] Aiyyo it's like\n[01:26.95] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[01:29.14] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[01:31.85] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[01:33.57] And that's all!\n[01:34.97] Fatal\n[01:35.34] Fatal is merciful and they curse me\n[01:37.77] When I grip the mic I show no mercy\n[01:40.37] I got heart, I rip the party apart\n[01:42.28] From the seams and hem'up like bell-bottom jeans\n[01:44.73] But you get done, you get blues like 501\n[01:47.33] Brothers are live but I betcha I'm liver son\n[01:49.68] So let me get upon the scene and redeem\n[01:51.86] The dream of a team, and knock'em out like Mitch Green\n[01:54.32] Smoke some thai weed, flow at a high speed\n[01:56.87] Rap on off breaks stompin' like Northlakes\n[01:59.12] Cause I'm livin larger than the founders of Fendi\n[02:01.46] An Asiatic brother that many rappers envy\n[02:03.70] So round up your crew and entourage\n[02:05.97] And let the God Merciful just take charge\n[02:08.03] Aiyyo, it's like\n[02:08.76] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[02:10.16] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[02:12.71] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[02:15.00] And that's all!\n[02:17.23] Akinyele\n[02:17.63] Some of them said (said what?) that the Ak should quit\n[02:20.37] But I don't sweat it, cause I'm too big for that small shit\n[02:22.82] Like pigs when it comes to a showdown\n[02:25.13] Huff and puff but the Ak won't get blown down\n[02:27.34] Cause I come strong, rather than come at all and not be ready\n[02:30.23] That's what seperates me from the petty\n[02:32.69] MC's gas themselves by drinking too much getty\n[02:34.79] And get torn the fuck up like confetti\n[02:36.99] I'm rich and thick, your lyrics like Aunt jemimah\n[02:39.16] It doesn't take Keenan Ivory Wayans to know that I'ma\n[02:41.46] Get You Sucka, if you bite like a piranha\n[02:43.63] So save them preschool rhymes for the kids at Wonderama\n[02:46.24] Point blank, period, with no comma\n[02:48.34] Rhymes so dangerous, call for the homi-\n[02:50.52] Cide cause I knock'em dead even when I'm at my worst\n[02:53.07] The only future that lies ahead of them is the lights from the hearse\n[02:55.78] Got game like a crackhead\n[02:57.30] But don't be mislead, I keep rappers on lock like a dread\n[03:00.34] Knots in the head from the words that I said\n[03:02.40] So get a shovel and dig your grave cause the shit you talk is dead\n[03:04.67] Aiyyo, it's like\n[03:06.36] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[03:07.87] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[03:09.87] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[03:12.83] And that's all!\n[03:13.30] Large Professor\n[03:13.93] I grab up girls like jacks\n[03:16.60] Add'em on like tax, and I'm over like Hot Trax\n[03:19.42] As far as brothers are concerned a pressure cooker from start\n[03:22.03] To finish I diminish like a cuisinart\n[03:24.14] Secondly, I'm sick of critics, who's neckin' me\n[03:26.24] (Oooh he got an afro) yo, but I get dough\n[03:28.61] Why's my name the Large Professor?\n[03:30.96] Cause I milked your cow in other words I hit your heffer\n[03:33.28] Don't talk about how you can break Rambo\n[03:35.76] That's just a bunch of mamba-ja-hambo\n[03:38.09] Propaganda, save it for Savanda\n[03:40.37] Joe and Amanda, Zach and Alexandra\n[03:42.65] Don't let the folks around your way puff your head\n[03:45.08] Cause you'll be the owner of a hospital bed\n[03:47.34] I'll kick fire out your ass so fast\n[03:49.82] You'll be as crispy as my man Bill Blass\n[03:52.02] Aiyyo, it's like\n[03:53.18] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[03:54.17] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[03:57.34] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[03:59.76] And that's all!\n[04:00.95] It's like\n[04:01.54] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[04:03.60] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[04:06.16] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[04:08.61] And that's all!\n[04:10.77] It's like\n[04:11.13] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[04:13.08] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[04:15.41] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[04:17.44] And that's all!\n[04:19.92] It's like\n[04:20.81] Like that y'all (that y'all), like that y'all (that y'all)\n[04:23.36] Like that y'all (that y'all), like that y'all (that y'all)\n[04:25.17] Like that y'all (that y'all), like that y'all (that y'all)\n[04:26.95] Yo, and that's all!\n[04:29.61] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Live at the Barbeque\n  artist: Main Source\n  album: Breaking Atoms\n  duration_ms: 257973\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Ahhhhhhhhhhh\n  start_ms: 3220\n  end_ms: 6410\n- text: Ohhhh ho!\n  start_ms: 6410\n  end_ms: 11490\n- text: Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho! It's like\n  start_ms: 11490\n  end_ms: 15710\n- text: That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  start_ms: 15710\n  end_ms: 18140\n- text: That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  start_ms: 18140\n  end_ms: 20670\n- text: That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  start_ms: 20670\n  end_ms: 23150\n- text: And that's all!\n  start_ms: 23150\n  end_ms: 24120\n- text: Nas\n  start_ms: 24120\n  end_ms: 24520\n- text: Street's disciple, my raps are trifle\n  start_ms: 24520\n  end_ms: 27280\n- text: I shoot slugs from my brain just like a rifle\n  start_ms: 27280\n  end_ms: 29790\n- text: Stampede the stage I leave the microphone split\n  start_ms: 29790\n  end_ms: 32300\n- text: Play Mr. Tuffy while I'm on some Pretty Tone shit\n  start_ms: 32300\n  end_ms: 34730\n- text: Verbal assassin my architect pleases\n  start_ms: 34730\n  end_ms: 36870\n- text: When I was twelve I went to hell for snuffin Jesus\n  start_ms: 36870\n  end_ms: 39360\n- text: Nasty Nas is a rebel to America\n  start_ms: 39360\n  end_ms: 41990\n- text: Police murderer, I'm causin hysteria\n  start_ms: 41990\n  end_ms: 44220\n- text: My troops roll up with a strange force\n  start_ms: 44220\n  end_ms: 46280\n- text: I was trapped in a cage and let out by the Main Source\n  start_ms: 46280\n  end_ms: 48780\n- text: Swimmin in women like a lifeguard\n  start_ms: 48780\n  end_ms: 51260\n- text: Put on a bulletproof, nigga, I strike hard\n  start_ms: 51260\n  end_ms: 53230\n- text: Kidnap the President's wife without a plan\n  start_ms: 53230\n  end_ms: 55830\n- text: And hangin niggaz like the Ku Klux Klan\n  start_ms: 55830\n  end_ms: 57940\n- text: I melt mics till the sound waves over\n  start_ms: 57940\n  end_ms: 60270\n- text: Before steppin to me you'd rather step to Jehovah\n  start_ms: 60270\n  end_ms: 62950\n- text: Slammin MC's on cement\n  start_ms: 62950\n  end_ms: 64990\n- text: Cause verbally, I'm iller than a AIDS patient\n  start_ms: 64990\n  end_ms: 67780\n- text: I move swift and uplift\n  start_ms: 67780\n  end_ms: 69630\n- text: Your mind shoot the gift when I riff in rhyme\n  start_ms: 69630\n  end_ms: 72160\n- text: Rappin sniper, speakin real words\n  start_ms: 72160\n  end_ms: 74400\n- text: My thoughts react, like Steven Spielberg's\n  start_ms: 74400\n  end_ms: 76970\n- text: Poetry attacks, paragraphs punch hard\n  start_ms: 76970\n  end_ms: 79180\n- text: My brain is insane, I'm out to lunch God\n  start_ms: 79180\n  end_ms: 81510\n- text: Science is dropped, my raps are toxic\n  start_ms: 81510\n  end_ms: 83870\n- text: My voicebox locks and excels like a rocket\n  start_ms: 83870\n  end_ms: 85800\n- text: Aiyyo it's like\n  start_ms: 85800\n  end_ms: 86950\n- text: That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  start_ms: 86950\n  end_ms: 89140\n- text: That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  start_ms: 89140\n  end_ms: 91850\n- text: That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  start_ms: 91850\n  end_ms: 93570\n- text: And that's all!\n  start_ms: 93570\n  end_ms: 94970\n- text: Fatal\n  start_ms: 94970\n  end_ms: 95340\n- text: Fatal is merciful and they curse me\n  start_ms: 95340\n  end_ms: 97770\n- text: When I grip the mic I show no mercy\n  start_ms: 97770\n  end_ms: 100370\n- text: I got heart, I rip the party apart\n  start_ms: 100370\n  end_ms: 102280\n- text: From the seams and hem'up like bell-bottom jeans\n  start_ms: 102280\n  end_ms: 104730\n- text: But you get done, you get blues like 501\n  start_ms: 104730\n  end_ms: 107330\n- text: Brothers are live but I betcha I'm liver son\n  start_ms: 107330\n  end_ms: 109680\n- text: So let me get upon the scene and redeem\n  start_ms: 109680\n  end_ms: 111860\n- text: The dream of a team, and knock'em out like Mitch Green\n  start_ms: 111860\n  end_ms: 114320\n- text: Smoke some thai weed, flow at a high speed\n  start_ms: 114320\n  end_ms: 116870\n- text: Rap on off breaks stompin' like Northlakes\n  start_ms: 116870\n  end_ms: 119120\n- text: Cause I'm livin larger than the founders of Fendi\n  start_ms: 119120\n  end_ms: 121460\n- text: An Asiatic brother that many rappers envy\n  start_ms: 121460\n  end_ms: 123700\n- text: So round up your crew and entourage\n  start_ms: 123700\n  end_ms: 125970\n- text: And let the God Merciful just take charge\n  start_ms: 125970\n  end_ms: 128030\n- text: Aiyyo, it's like\n  start_ms: 128030\n  end_ms: 128760\n- text: That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  start_ms: 128760\n  end_ms: 130160\n- text: That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  start_ms: 130160\n  end_ms: 132710\n- text: That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  start_ms: 132710\n  end_ms: 135000\n- text: And that's all!\n  start_ms: 135000\n  end_ms: 137230\n- text: Akinyele\n  start_ms: 137230\n  end_ms: 137630\n- text: Some of them said (said what?) that the Ak should quit\n  start_ms: 137630\n  end_ms: 140370\n- text: But I don't sweat it, cause I'm too big for that small shit\n  start_ms: 140370\n  end_ms: 142820\n- text: Like pigs when it comes to a showdown\n  start_ms: 142820\n  end_ms: 145130\n- text: Huff and puff but the Ak won't get blown down\n  start_ms: 145130\n  end_ms: 147340\n- text: Cause I come strong, rather than come at all and not be ready\n  start_ms: 147340\n  end_ms: 150230\n- text: That's what seperates me from the petty\n  start_ms: 150230\n  end_ms: 152690\n- text: MC's gas themselves by drinking too much getty\n  start_ms: 152690\n  end_ms: 154790\n- text: And get torn the fuck up like confetti\n  start_ms: 154790\n  end_ms: 156990\n- text: I'm rich and thick, your lyrics like Aunt jemimah\n  start_ms: 156990\n  end_ms: 159160\n- text: It doesn't take Keenan Ivory Wayans to know that I'ma\n  start_ms: 159160\n  end_ms: 161460\n- text: Get You Sucka, if you bite like a piranha\n  start_ms: 161460\n  end_ms: 163630\n- text: So save them preschool rhymes for the kids at Wonderama\n  start_ms: 163630\n  end_ms: 166240\n- text: Point blank, period, with no comma\n  start_ms: 166240\n  end_ms: 168340\n- text: Rhymes so dangerous, call for the homi-\n  start_ms: 168340\n  end_ms: 170520\n- text: Cide cause I knock'em dead even when I'm at my worst\n  start_ms: 170520\n  end_ms: 173070\n- text: The only future that lies ahead of them is the lights from the hearse\n  start_ms: 173070\n  end_ms: 175780\n- text: Got game like a crackhead\n  start_ms: 175780\n  end_ms: 177300\n- text: But don't be mislead, I keep rappers on lock like a dread\n  start_ms: 177300\n  end_ms: 180340\n- text: Knots in the head from the words that I said\n  start_ms: 180340\n  end_ms: 182400\n- text: So get a shovel and dig your grave cause the shit you talk is dead\n  start_ms: 182400\n  end_ms: 184670\n- text: Aiyyo, it's like\n  start_ms: 184670\n  end_ms: 186360\n- text: That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  start_ms: 186360\n  end_ms: 187870\n- text: That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  start_ms: 187870\n  end_ms: 189870\n- text: That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  start_ms: 189870\n  end_ms: 192830\n- text: And that's all!\n  start_ms: 192830\n  end_ms: 193300\n- text: Large Professor\n  start_ms: 193300\n  end_ms: 193930\n- text: I grab up girls like jacks\n  start_ms: 193930\n  end_ms: 196600\n- text: Add'em on like tax, and I'm over like Hot Trax\n  start_ms: 196600\n  end_ms: 199420\n- text: As far as brothers are concerned a pressure cooker from start\n  start_ms: 199420\n  end_ms: 202030\n- text: To finish I diminish like a cuisinart\n  start_ms: 202030\n  end_ms: 204140\n- text: Secondly, I'm sick of critics, who's neckin' me\n  start_ms: 204140\n  end_ms: 206240\n- text: (Oooh he got an afro) yo, but I get dough\n  start_ms: 206240\n  end_ms: 208610\n- text: Why's my name the Large Professor?\n  start_ms: 208610\n  end_ms: 210960\n- text: Cause I milked your cow in other words I hit your heffer\n  start_ms: 210960\n  end_ms: 213280\n- text: Don't talk about how you can break Rambo\n  start_ms: 213280\n  end_ms: 215760\n- text: That's just a bunch of mamba-ja-hambo\n  start_ms: 215760\n  end_ms: 218090\n- text: Propaganda, save it for Savanda\n  start_ms: 218090\n  end_ms: 220370\n- text: Joe and Amanda, Zach and Alexandra\n  start_ms: 220370\n  end_ms: 222650\n- text: Don't let the folks around your way puff your head\n  start_ms: 222650\n  end_ms: 225080\n- text: Cause you'll be the owner of a hospital bed\n  start_ms: 225080\n  end_ms: 227340\n- text: I'll kick fire out your ass so fast\n  start_ms: 227340\n  end_ms: 229820\n- text: You'll be as crispy as my man Bill Blass\n  start_ms: 229820\n  end_ms: 232020\n- text: Aiyyo, it's like\n  start_ms: 232020\n  end_ms: 233180\n- text: That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  start_ms: 233180\n  end_ms: 234170\n- text: That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  start_ms: 234170\n  end_ms: 237340\n- text: That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  start_ms: 237340\n  end_ms: 239760\n- text: And that's all!\n  start_ms: 239760\n  end_ms: 240950\n- text: It's like\n  start_ms: 240950\n  end_ms: 241540\n- text: That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  start_ms: 241540\n  end_ms: 243600\n- text: That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  start_ms: 243600\n  end_ms: 246160\n- text: That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  start_ms: 246160\n  end_ms: 248610\n- text: And that's all!\n  start_ms: 248610\n  end_ms: 250770\n- text: It's like\n  start_ms: 250770\n  end_ms: 251130\n- text: That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  start_ms: 251130\n  end_ms: 253080\n- text: That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  start_ms: 253080\n  end_ms: 255410\n- text: That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  start_ms: 255410\n  end_ms: 257440\n- text: And that's all!\n  start_ms: 257440\n  end_ms: 259920\n- text: It's like\n  start_ms: 259920\n  end_ms: 260810\n- text: Like that y'all (that y'all), like that y'all (that y'all)\n  start_ms: 260810\n  end_ms: 263360\n- text: Like that y'all (that y'all), like that y'all (that y'all)\n  start_ms: 263360\n  end_ms: 265170\n- text: Like that y'all (that y'all), like that y'all (that y'all)\n  start_ms: 265170\n  end_ms: 266950\n- text: Yo, and that's all!\n  start_ms: 266950\n  end_ms: 269610\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 269610\nplain: |-\n  Ahhhhhhhhhhh\n  Ohhhh ho!\n  Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho! It's like\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  And that's all!\n\n  Nas\n  Street's disciple, my raps are trifle\n  I shoot slugs from my brain just like a rifle\n  Stampede the stage I leave the microphone split\n  Play Mr. Tuffy while I'm on some Pretty Tone shit\n  Verbal assassin my architect pleases\n  When I was twelve I went to hell for snuffin Jesus\n  Nasty Nas is a rebel to America\n  Police murderer, I'm causin hysteria\n  My troops roll up with a strange force\n  I was trapped in a cage and let out by the Main Source\n  Swimmin in women like a lifeguard\n  Put on a bulletproof, nigga, I strike hard\n  Kidnap the President's wife without a plan\n  And hangin niggaz like the Ku Klux Klan\n  I melt mics till the sound waves over\n  Before steppin to me you'd rather step to Jehovah\n  Slammin MC's on cement\n  Cause verbally, I'm iller than a AIDS patient\n  I move swift and uplift\n  Your mind shoot the gift when I riff in rhyme\n  Rappin sniper, speakin real words\n  My thoughts react, like Steven Spielberg's\n  Poetry attacks, paragraphs punch hard\n  My brain is insane, I'm out to lunch God\n  Science is dropped, my raps are toxic\n  My voicebox locks and excels like a rocket\n\n  Aiyyo it's like\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  And that's all!\n\n  Fatal\n  Fatal is merciful and they curse me\n  When I grip the mic I show no mercy\n  I got heart, I rip the party apart\n  From the seams and hem'up like bell-bottom jeans\n  But you get done, you get blues like 501\n  Brothers are live but I betcha I'm liver son\n  So let me get upon the scene and redeem\n  The dream of a team, and knock'em out like Mitch Green\n  Smoke some thai weed, flow at a high speed\n  Rap on off breaks stompin' like Northlakes\n  Cause I'm livin larger than the founders of Fendi\n  An Asiatic brother that many rappers envy\n  So round up your crew and entourage\n  And let the God Merciful just take charge\n\n  Aiyyo, it's like\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  And that's all!\n\n  Akinyele\n  Some of them said (said what?) that the Ak should quit\n  But I don't sweat it, cause I'm too big for that small shit\n  Like pigs when it comes to a showdown\n  Huff and puff but the Ak won't get blown down\n  Cause I come strong, rather than come at all and not be ready\n  That's what seperates me from the petty\n  MC's gas themselves by drinking too much getty\n  And get torn the fuck up like confetti\n  I'm rich and thick, your lyrics like Aunt jemimah\n  It doesn't take Keenan Ivory Wayans to know that I'ma\n  Get You Sucka, if you bite like a piranha\n  So save them preschool rhymes for the kids at Wonderama\n  Point blank, period, with no comma\n  Rhymes so dangerous, call for the homi-\n  Cide cause I knock'em dead even when I'm at my worst\n  The only future that lies ahead of them is the lights from the hearse\n  Got game like a crackhead\n  But don't be mislead, I keep rappers on lock like a dread\n  Knots in the head from the words that I said\n  So get a shovel and dig your grave cause the shit you talk is dead\n\n  Aiyyo, it's like\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  And that's all!\n\n  Large Professor\n  I grab up girls like jacks\n  Add'em on like tax, and I'm over like Hot Trax\n  As far as brothers are concerned a pressure cooker from start\n  To finish I diminish like a cuisinart\n  Secondly, I'm sick of critics, who's neckin' me\n  (Oooh he got an afro) yo, but I get dough\n  Why's my name the Large Professor?\n  Cause I milked your cow in other words I hit your heffer\n  Don't talk about how you can break Rambo\n  That's just a bunch of mamba-ja-hambo\n  Propaganda, save it for Savanda\n  Joe and Amanda, Zach and Alexandra\n  Don't let the folks around your way puff your head\n  Cause you'll be the owner of a hospital bed\n  I'll kick fire out your ass so fast\n  You'll be as crispy as my man Bill Blass\n\n  Aiyyo, it's like\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  And that's all!\n\n  It's like\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  And that's all!\n\n  It's like\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  And that's all!\n\n  It's like\n  Like that y'all (that y'all), like that y'all (that y'all)\n  Like that y'all (that y'all), like that y'all (that y'all)\n  Like that y'all (that y'all), like that y'all (that y'all)\n  Yo, and that's all!\n"},{"id":17821739,"name":"Live At The Barbeque","trackName":"Live At The Barbeque","artistName":"Main Source","albumName":"Hip Hop Essentials (1979-1991)- Vol. 12 (2006)","duration":275.573333,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Fuck\nOh, oh, oh, oh\nCheck it out\n\nIt's like that y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\nThat y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\nThat y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\nAnd that's all!\n\nStreet's disciple, my raps are trifle\nI shoot slugs from my brain, just like a rifle\nStampede the stage, I leave the microphone split\nPlay Mr. Tuffy while I'm on some Pretty Tone shit\n\nVerbal assassin, my architect pleases\nWhen I was 12, I went to Hell for snuffin' Jesus\nNasty Nas is a rebel to America\nPolice murderer, I'm causin' hysteria\n\nMy troops roll up with a strange force\nI was trapped in a cage and let out by the Main Source\nSwimmin' in women like a lifeguard\nBut on a bulletproof, nigga, I strike hard\n\nKidnap the president's wife without a plan\nAnd hangin' niggas like the Ku Klux Klan\nI melt mics 'til the soundwave's over\nBefore steppin' to me, you'd rather step to Jehovah\n\nSlammin' MCs on cement\n'Cause verbally, I'm iller than a AIDS patient\nI move swift and uplift your mind\nShoot the gift when I riff and rhyme\n\nRappin' sniper, speakin' real words\nMy thoughts react like Steven Spielberg's\nPoetry attacks, paragraphs punch hard\nMy brain is insane, I'm out to lunch, God\nScience is dropped, my raps are toxic\nMy voicebox locks and excels like a rocket\n\nIt's like that y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\nThat y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\nThat y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\nAnd that's all!\n\nFatal is merciful and they curse me\nWhen I grip the mic, I show no mercy\nI got heart, I rip the party apart from the seams\nAnd hem 'em up like bell-bottom jeans\n\nBut you get done, you get blues like 501\nBrothers are live, but I bet you I'm liver, son\nSo let me get upon the scene and redeem the dream of a team\nAnd knock 'em out like Mitch Green\n\nSmoke some Thai weed, flow at a high speed\nRap on off-breaks, stompin' like Northlakes\n'Cause I'm livin' larger than the founders of Fendi\nAnd Asiatic brothers that many rappers envy\nSo round up your crew and entourage\nAnd let the God Merciful just take charge\n\nIt's like that y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\nThat y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\nThat y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\nAnd that's all!\n\nSome of them said (said what?) that the Ak' should quit\nBut I don't sweat it, 'cause I'm too big for that small shit\nLike pigs, when it comes to a showdown\nHuff and puff, but the Ak' won't get blown down\n\n'Cause I come strong, rather than come at all and not be ready\nThat's what separates me from the petty\nMCs gas themselves by drinkin' too much Getty\nAnd get torn the fuck up like confetti\n\nI'm rich and thick in lyrics like Aunt Jemima\nIt doesn't take Keenan Ivory Wayans to know that I'ma-\nGet you, sucker, if you bite like a piranha\nSo save them preschool rhymes for the kids at Wonderama\n\nPoint-blank, period, with no comma\nRhymes so dangerous, call for the homicide\n'Cause I knock 'em dead, even when I'm at my worst\nThe only future that lies ahead of them is the lights from the hearse\n\nGot game like a crackhead, but don't be misled\nI keep rappers on lock like a dread\nKnots in the head from the words that I said\nSo get a shovel and dig your grave, 'cause the shit you talk is dead\n\nAyo, it's like that y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\nThat y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\nThat y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\nAnd that's all!\n\nI grab up girls like jacks\nAdd 'em on like tax, and I'm over like Hot Trax\nAs far as brothers are concerned, I pressure-cook 'em from start-\nTo finish, I diminish like a Cuisinart\n\nSecondly, I'm sick of critics who's neckin' me\n(Ooh, he got an afro!) Yo, but I got dough\nWhy's my name \"The Large Professor?\"\n'Cause I milked your cow; in other words, I hit your heifer\n\nDon't talk about how you can break Rambo\nThat's just a bunch of mamba-ja-hambo\nPropaganda, save it for Savan-da\nJoe and Amanda, Zach and Alexandra\n\nDon't let the folks around your way puff your head\n'Cause you'll be the owner of a hospital bed\nI'll kick fire out your ass so fast\nYou'll be as crispy as my man, Bill Blass\n\nAyo, it's like that y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\nThat y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\nThat y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\nAnd that's all!\n\nIt's like that y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\nThat y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\nThat y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\nAnd that's all!\n\nIt's like that y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\nThat y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\nThat y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\nAnd that's all!\n\nIt's like that y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\nThat y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\nThat y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\nAnd that's all!","syncedLyrics":"[00:04.24] Fuck\n[00:06.43] Oh, oh, oh, oh\n[00:14.23] Check it out\n[00:15.11] It's like that y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\n[00:17.94] That y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\n[00:20.39] That y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\n[00:23.31] And that's all!\n[00:24.98] Street's disciple, my raps are trifle\n[00:27.38] I shoot slugs from my brain, just like a rifle\n[00:29.65] Stampede the stage, I leave the microphone split\n[00:32.24] Play Mr. Tuffy while I'm on some Pretty Tone shit\n[00:34.59] Verbal assassin, my architect pleases\n[00:36.75] When I was 12, I went to Hell for snuffin' Jesus\n[00:39.41] Nasty Nas is a rebel to America\n[00:41.69] Police murderer, I'm causin' hysteria\n[00:44.35] My troops roll up with a strange force\n[00:46.02] I was trapped in a cage and let out by the Main Source\n[00:49.13] Swimmin' in women like a lifeguard\n[00:51.05] But on a bulletproof, nigga, I strike hard\n[00:53.28] Kidnap the president's wife without a plan\n[00:55.74] And hangin' niggas like the Ku Klux Klan\n[00:57.98] I melt mics 'til the soundwave's over\n[01:00.24] Before steppin' to me, you'd rather step to Jehovah\n[01:03.25] Slammin' MCs on cement\n[01:04.89] 'Cause verbally, I'm iller than a AIDS patient\n[01:07.99] I move swift and uplift your mind\n[01:09.96] Shoot the gift when I riff and rhyme\n[01:12.04] Rappin' sniper, speakin' real words\n[01:14.32] My thoughts react like Steven Spielberg's\n[01:16.84] Poetry attacks, paragraphs punch hard\n[01:19.06] My brain is insane, I'm out to lunch, God\n[01:21.45] Science is dropped, my raps are toxic\n[01:23.86] My voicebox locks and excels like a rocket\n[01:25.80] It's like that y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\n[01:28.56] That y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\n[01:30.91] That y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\n[01:34.19] And that's all!\n[01:35.57] Fatal is merciful and they curse me\n[01:37.69] When I grip the mic, I show no mercy\n[01:40.18] I got heart, I rip the party apart from the seams\n[01:42.82] And hem 'em up like bell-bottom jeans\n[01:44.62] But you get done, you get blues like 501\n[01:47.47] Brothers are live, but I bet you I'm liver, son\n[01:49.56] So let me get upon the scene and redeem the dream of a team\n[01:52.74] And knock 'em out like Mitch Green\n[01:54.27] Smoke some Thai weed, flow at a high speed\n[01:56.62] Rap on off-breaks, stompin' like Northlakes\n[01:59.07] 'Cause I'm livin' larger than the founders of Fendi\n[02:01.39] And Asiatic brothers that many rappers envy\n[02:03.66] So round up your crew and entourage\n[02:05.75] And let the God Merciful just take charge\n[02:08.13] It's like that y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\n[02:10.94] That y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\n[02:13.21] That y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\n[02:16.49] And that's all!\n[02:17.34] Some of them said (said what?) that the Ak' should quit\n[02:19.99] But I don't sweat it, 'cause I'm too big for that small shit\n[02:22.93] Like pigs, when it comes to a showdown\n[02:25.09] Huff and puff, but the Ak' won't get blown down\n[02:27.31] 'Cause I come strong, rather than come at all and not be ready\n[02:30.37] That's what separates me from the petty\n[02:32.55] MCs gas themselves by drinkin' too much Getty\n[02:34.77] And get torn the fuck up like confetti\n[02:37.02] I'm rich and thick in lyrics like Aunt Jemima\n[02:39.15] It doesn't take Keenan Ivory Wayans to know that I'ma-\n[02:41.43] Get you, sucker, if you bite like a piranha\n[02:43.62] So save them preschool rhymes for the kids at Wonderama\n[02:46.44] Point-blank, period, with no comma\n[02:48.51] Rhymes so dangerous, call for the homicide\n[02:51.01] 'Cause I knock 'em dead, even when I'm at my worst\n[02:52.92] The only future that lies ahead of them is the lights from the hearse\n[02:55.82] Got game like a crackhead, but don't be misled\n[02:58.23] I keep rappers on lock like a dread\n[03:00.29] Knots in the head from the words that I said\n[03:02.38] So get a shovel and dig your grave, 'cause the shit you talk is dead\n[03:04.18] Ayo, it's like that y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\n[03:07.46] That y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\n[03:09.70] That y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\n[03:12.83] And that's all!\n[03:14.95] I grab up girls like jacks\n[03:16.67] Add 'em on like tax, and I'm over like Hot Trax\n[03:19.40] As far as brothers are concerned, I pressure-cook 'em from start-\n[03:22.08] To finish, I diminish like a Cuisinart\n[03:23.81] Secondly, I'm sick of critics who's neckin' me\n[03:26.19] (Ooh, he got an afro!) Yo, but I got dough\n[03:28.76] Why's my name \"The Large Professor?\"\n[03:30.84] 'Cause I milked your cow; in other words, I hit your heifer\n[03:33.49] Don't talk about how you can break Rambo\n[03:35.99] That's just a bunch of mamba-ja-hambo\n[03:38.13] Propaganda, save it for Savan-da\n[03:40.11] Joe and Amanda, Zach and Alexandra\n[03:42.86] Don't let the folks around your way puff your head\n[03:44.99] 'Cause you'll be the owner of a hospital bed\n[03:47.57] I'll kick fire out your ass so fast\n[03:49.89] You'll be as crispy as my man, Bill Blass\n[03:51.14] Ayo, it's like that y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\n[03:54.41] That y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\n[03:56.81] That y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\n[03:59.90] And that's all!\n[04:01.11] It's like that y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\n[04:03.93] That y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\n[04:06.21] That y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\n[04:09.33] And that's all!\n[04:10.66] It's like that y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\n[04:13.30] That y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\n[04:15.73] That y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\n[04:18.82] And that's all!\n[04:20.16] It's like that y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\n[04:22.62] That y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\n[04:25.07] That y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\n[04:28.21] And that's all!\n[04:28.90] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Live At The Barbeque\n  artist: Main Source\n  album: Hip Hop Essentials (1979-1991)- Vol. 12 (2006)\n  duration_ms: 275573\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Fuck\n  start_ms: 4240\n  end_ms: 6430\n- text: Oh, oh, oh, oh\n  start_ms: 6430\n  end_ms: 14230\n- text: Check it out\n  start_ms: 14230\n  end_ms: 15110\n- text: It's like that y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\n  start_ms: 15110\n  end_ms: 17940\n- text: That y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\n  start_ms: 17940\n  end_ms: 20390\n- text: That y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\n  start_ms: 20390\n  end_ms: 23310\n- text: And that's all!\n  start_ms: 23310\n  end_ms: 24980\n- text: Street's disciple, my raps are trifle\n  start_ms: 24980\n  end_ms: 27380\n- text: I shoot slugs from my brain, just like a rifle\n  start_ms: 27380\n  end_ms: 29650\n- text: Stampede the stage, I leave the microphone split\n  start_ms: 29650\n  end_ms: 32240\n- text: Play Mr. Tuffy while I'm on some Pretty Tone shit\n  start_ms: 32240\n  end_ms: 34590\n- text: Verbal assassin, my architect pleases\n  start_ms: 34590\n  end_ms: 36750\n- text: When I was 12, I went to Hell for snuffin' Jesus\n  start_ms: 36750\n  end_ms: 39410\n- text: Nasty Nas is a rebel to America\n  start_ms: 39410\n  end_ms: 41690\n- text: Police murderer, I'm causin' hysteria\n  start_ms: 41690\n  end_ms: 44350\n- text: My troops roll up with a strange force\n  start_ms: 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 That y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\n  And that's all!\n\n  Fatal is merciful and they curse me\n  When I grip the mic, I show no mercy\n  I got heart, I rip the party apart from the seams\n  And hem 'em up like bell-bottom jeans\n\n  But you get done, you get blues like 501\n  Brothers are live, but I bet you I'm liver, son\n  So let me get upon the scene and redeem the dream of a team\n  And knock 'em out like Mitch Green\n\n  Smoke some Thai weed, flow at a high speed\n  Rap on off-breaks, stompin' like Northlakes\n  'Cause I'm livin' larger than the founders of Fendi\n  And Asiatic brothers that many rappers envy\n  So round up your crew and entourage\n  And let the God Merciful just take charge\n\n  It's like that y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\n  That y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\n  That y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\n  And that's all!\n\n  Some of them said (said what?) that the Ak' should quit\n  But I don't sweat 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Yo, but I got dough\nWhy's my name \"The Large Professor?\"\n'Cause I milked your cow; in other words, I hit your heifer\n\nDon't talk about how you can break Rambo\nThat's just a bunch of mamba-ja-hambo\nPropaganda, save it for Savan-da\nJoe and Amanda, Zach and Alexandra\n\nDon't let the folks around your way puff your head\n'Cause you'll be the owner of a hospital bed\nI'll kick fire out your ass so fast\nYou'll be as crispy as my man, Bill Blass\n\nAyo, it's like that y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\nThat y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\nThat y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\nAnd that's all!\n\nIt's like that y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\nThat y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\nThat y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\nAnd that's all!\n\nIt's like that y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\nThat y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\nThat y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\nAnd that's all!\n\nIt's like that y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\nThat y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\nThat y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\nAnd that's all!","syncedLyrics":"[00:04.24] Fuck\n[00:06.43] Oh, oh, oh, oh\n[00:14.23] Check it out\n[00:15.11] It's like that y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\n[00:17.94] That y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\n[00:20.39] That y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\n[00:23.31] And that's all!\n[00:24.98] Street's disciple, my raps are trifle\n[00:27.38] I shoot slugs from my brain, just like a rifle\n[00:29.65] Stampede the stage, I leave the microphone split\n[00:32.24] Play Mr. Tuffy while I'm on some Pretty Tone shit\n[00:34.59] Verbal assassin, my architect pleases\n[00:36.75] When I was 12, I went to Hell for snuffin' Jesus\n[00:39.41] Nasty Nas is a rebel to America\n[00:41.69] Police murderer, I'm causin' hysteria\n[00:44.35] My troops roll up with a strange force\n[00:46.02] I was trapped in a cage and let out by the Main Source\n[00:49.13] Swimmin' in women like a lifeguard\n[00:51.05] But on a bulletproof, nigga, I strike hard\n[00:53.28] Kidnap the president's wife without a plan\n[00:55.74] And hangin' niggas like the Ku Klux Klan\n[00:57.98] I melt mics 'til the soundwave's over\n[01:00.24] Before steppin' to me, you'd rather step to Jehovah\n[01:03.25] Slammin' MCs on cement\n[01:04.89] 'Cause verbally, I'm iller than a AIDS patient\n[01:07.99] I move swift and uplift your mind\n[01:09.96] Shoot the gift when I riff and rhyme\n[01:12.04] Rappin' sniper, speakin' real words\n[01:14.32] My thoughts react like Steven Spielberg's\n[01:16.84] Poetry attacks, paragraphs punch hard\n[01:19.06] My brain is insane, I'm out to lunch, God\n[01:21.45] Science is dropped, my raps are toxic\n[01:23.86] My voicebox locks and excels like a rocket\n[01:25.80] It's like that y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\n[01:28.56] That y'all 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(that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\n[02:13.21] That y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\n[02:16.49] And that's all!\n[02:17.34] Some of them said (said what?) that the Ak' should quit\n[02:19.99] But I don't sweat it, 'cause I'm too big for that small shit\n[02:22.93] Like pigs, when it comes to a showdown\n[02:25.09] Huff and puff, but the Ak' won't get blown down\n[02:27.31] 'Cause I come strong, rather than come at all and not be ready\n[02:30.37] That's what separates me from the petty\n[02:32.55] MCs gas themselves by drinkin' too much Getty\n[02:34.77] And get torn the fuck up like confetti\n[02:37.02] I'm rich and thick in lyrics like Aunt Jemima\n[02:39.15] It doesn't take Keenan Ivory Wayans to know that I'ma-\n[02:41.43] Get you, sucker, if you bite like a piranha\n[02:43.62] So save them preschool rhymes for the kids at Wonderama\n[02:46.44] Point-blank, period, with no comma\n[02:48.51] Rhymes so dangerous, call for the homicide\n[02:51.01] 'Cause I knock 'em 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172920\n  end_ms: 175820\n- text: Got game like a crackhead, but don't be misled\n  start_ms: 175820\n  end_ms: 178230\n- text: I keep rappers on lock like a dread\n  start_ms: 178230\n  end_ms: 180290\n- text: Knots in the head from the words that I said\n  start_ms: 180290\n  end_ms: 182380\n- text: So get a shovel and dig your grave, 'cause the shit you talk is dead\n  start_ms: 182380\n  end_ms: 184180\n- text: Ayo, it's like that y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\n  start_ms: 184180\n  end_ms: 187460\n- text: That y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\n  start_ms: 187460\n  end_ms: 189700\n- text: That y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\n  start_ms: 189700\n  end_ms: 192830\n- text: And that's all!\n  start_ms: 192830\n  end_ms: 194950\n- text: I grab up girls like jacks\n  start_ms: 194950\n  end_ms: 196670\n- text: Add 'em on like tax, and I'm over like Hot Trax\n  start_ms: 196670\n  end_ms: 199400\n- text: As far as brothers are concerned, I 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Yo, but I got dough\n  start_ms: 206190\n  end_ms: 208760\n- text: Why's my name \"The Large Professor?\"\n  start_ms: 208760\n  end_ms: 210840\n- text: '''Cause I milked your cow; in other words, I hit your heifer'\n  start_ms: 210840\n  end_ms: 213490\n- text: Don't talk about how you can break Rambo\n  start_ms: 213490\n  end_ms: 215990\n- text: That's just a bunch of mamba-ja-hambo\n  start_ms: 215990\n  end_ms: 218130\n- text: Propaganda, save it for Savan-da\n  start_ms: 218130\n  end_ms: 220110\n- text: Joe and Amanda, Zach and Alexandra\n  start_ms: 220110\n  end_ms: 222860\n- text: Don't let the folks around your way puff your head\n  start_ms: 222860\n  end_ms: 224990\n- text: '''Cause you''ll be the owner of a hospital bed'\n  start_ms: 224990\n  end_ms: 227570\n- text: I'll kick fire out your ass so fast\n  start_ms: 227570\n  end_ms: 229890\n- text: You'll be as crispy as my man, Bill Blass\n  start_ms: 229890\n  end_ms: 231140\n- text: Ayo, it's like that y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\n  start_ms: 231140\n  end_ms: 234410\n- text: That y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\n  start_ms: 234410\n  end_ms: 236810\n- text: That y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\n  start_ms: 236810\n  end_ms: 239900\n- text: And that's all!\n  start_ms: 239900\n  end_ms: 241110\n- text: It's like that y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\n  start_ms: 241110\n  end_ms: 243930\n- text: That y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\n  start_ms: 243930\n  end_ms: 246210\n- text: That y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\n  start_ms: 246210\n  end_ms: 249330\n- text: And that's all!\n  start_ms: 249330\n  end_ms: 250660\n- text: It's like that y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\n  start_ms: 250660\n  end_ms: 253300\n- text: That y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\n  start_ms: 253300\n  end_ms: 255730\n- text: That y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\n  start_ms: 255730\n  end_ms: 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 That y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\n  And that's all!\n\n  Fatal is merciful and they curse me\n  When I grip the mic, I show no mercy\n  I got heart, I rip the party apart from the seams\n  And hem 'em up like bell-bottom jeans\n\n  But you get done, you get blues like 501\n  Brothers are live, but I bet you I'm liver, son\n  So let me get upon the scene and redeem the dream of a team\n  And knock 'em out like Mitch Green\n\n  Smoke some Thai weed, flow at a high speed\n  Rap on off-breaks, stompin' like Northlakes\n  'Cause I'm livin' larger than the founders of Fendi\n  And Asiatic brothers that many rappers envy\n  So round up your crew and entourage\n  And let the God Merciful just take charge\n\n  It's like that y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\n  That y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\n  That y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\n  And that's all!\n\n  Some of them said (said what?) that the Ak' should quit\n  But I don't sweat it, 'cause I'm too big for that small shit\n  Like pigs, when it comes to a showdown\n  Huff and puff, but the Ak' won't get blown down\n\n  'Cause I come strong, rather than come at all and not be ready\n  That's what separates me from the petty\n  MCs gas themselves by drinkin' too much Getty\n  And get torn the fuck up like confetti\n\n  I'm rich and thick in lyrics like Aunt Jemima\n  It doesn't take Keenan Ivory Wayans to know that I'ma-\n  Get you, sucker, if you bite like a piranha\n  So save them preschool rhymes for the kids at Wonderama\n\n  Point-blank, period, with no comma\n  Rhymes so dangerous, call for the homicide\n  'Cause I knock 'em dead, even when I'm at my worst\n  The only future that lies ahead of them is the lights from the hearse\n\n  Got game like a crackhead, but don't be misled\n  I keep rappers on lock like a dread\n  Knots in the head from the words that I said\n  So get a shovel and dig your grave, 'cause the shit you talk is dead\n\n  Ayo, it's like that y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\n  That y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\n  That y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\n  And that's all!\n\n  I grab up girls like jacks\n  Add 'em on like tax, and I'm over like Hot Trax\n  As far as brothers are concerned, I pressure-cook 'em from start-\n  To finish, I diminish like a Cuisinart\n\n  Secondly, I'm sick of critics who's neckin' me\n  (Ooh, he got an afro!) Yo, but I got dough\n  Why's my name \"The Large Professor?\"\n  'Cause I milked your cow; in other words, I hit your heifer\n\n  Don't talk about how you can break Rambo\n  That's just a bunch of mamba-ja-hambo\n  Propaganda, save it for Savan-da\n  Joe and Amanda, Zach and Alexandra\n\n  Don't let the folks around your way puff your head\n  'Cause you'll be the owner of a hospital bed\n  I'll kick fire out your ass so fast\n  You'll be as crispy as my man, Bill Blass\n\n  Ayo, it's like that y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\n  That y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\n  That y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\n  And that's all!\n\n  It's like that y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\n  That y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\n  That y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\n  And that's all!\n\n  It's like that y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\n  That y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\n  That y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\n  And that's all!\n\n  It's like that y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\n  That y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\n  That y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\n  And that's all!\n"},{"id":18604851,"name":"Live At The Barbeque","trackName":"Live At The Barbeque","artistName":"Main Source","albumName":"1000 Greatest Hip-Hop & Rap Songs","duration":275.19445,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Fuck\nOh, oh, oh, oh\nCheck it out\n\nIt's like that y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\nThat y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\nThat y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\nAnd that's all!\n\nStreet's disciple, my raps are trifle\nI shoot slugs from my brain, just like a rifle\nStampede the stage, I leave the microphone split\nPlay Mr. Tuffy while I'm on some Pretty Tone shit\n\nVerbal assassin, my architect pleases\nWhen I was 12, I went to Hell for snuffin' Jesus\nNasty Nas is a rebel to America\nPolice murderer, I'm causin' hysteria\n\nMy troops roll up with a strange force\nI was trapped in a cage and let out by the Main Source\nSwimmin' in women like a lifeguard\nBut on a bulletproof, nigga, I strike hard\n\nKidnap the president's wife without a plan\nAnd hangin' niggas like the Ku Klux Klan\nI melt mics 'til the soundwave's over\nBefore steppin' to me, you'd rather step to Jehovah\n\nSlammin' MCs on cement\n'Cause verbally, I'm iller than a AIDS patient\nI move swift and uplift your mind\nShoot the gift when I riff and rhyme\n\nRappin' sniper, speakin' real words\nMy thoughts react like Steven Spielberg's\nPoetry attacks, paragraphs punch hard\nMy brain is insane, I'm out to lunch, God\nScience is dropped, my raps are toxic\nMy voicebox locks and excels like a rocket\n\nIt's like that y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\nThat y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\nThat y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\nAnd that's all!\n\nFatal is merciful and they curse me\nWhen I grip the mic, I show no mercy\nI got heart, I rip the party apart from the seams\nAnd hem 'em up like bell-bottom jeans\n\nBut you get done, you get blues like 501\nBrothers are live, but I bet you I'm liver, son\nSo let me get upon the scene and redeem the dream of a team\nAnd knock 'em out like Mitch Green\n\nSmoke some Thai weed, flow at a high speed\nRap on off-breaks, stompin' like Northlakes\n'Cause I'm livin' larger than the founders of Fendi\nAnd Asiatic brothers that many rappers envy\nSo round up your crew and entourage\nAnd let the God Merciful just take charge\n\nIt's like that y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\nThat y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\nThat y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\nAnd that's all!\n\nSome of them said (said what?) that the Ak' should quit\nBut I don't sweat it, 'cause I'm too big for that small shit\nLike pigs, when it comes to a showdown\nHuff and puff, but the Ak' won't get blown down\n\n'Cause I come strong, rather than come at all and not be ready\nThat's what separates me from the petty\nMCs gas themselves by drinkin' too much Getty\nAnd get torn the fuck up like confetti\n\nI'm rich and thick in lyrics like Aunt Jemima\nIt doesn't take Keenan Ivory Wayans to know that I'ma-\nGet you, sucker, if you bite like a piranha\nSo save them preschool rhymes for the kids at Wonderama\n\nPoint-blank, period, with no comma\nRhymes so dangerous, call for the homicide\n'Cause I knock 'em dead, even when I'm at my worst\nThe only future that lies ahead of them is the lights from the hearse\n\nGot game like a crackhead, but don't be misled\nI keep rappers on lock like a dread\nKnots in the head from the words that I said\nSo get a shovel and dig your grave, 'cause the shit you talk is dead\n\nAyo, it's like that y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\nThat y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\nThat y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that 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Yo, but I got dough\nWhy's my name \"The Large Professor?\"\n'Cause I milked your cow; in other words, I hit your heifer\n\nDon't talk about how you can break Rambo\nThat's just a bunch of mamba-ja-hambo\nPropaganda, save it for Savan-da\nJoe and Amanda, Zach and Alexandra\n\nDon't let the folks around your way puff your head\n'Cause you'll be the owner of a hospital bed\nI'll kick fire out your ass so fast\nYou'll be as crispy as my man, Bill Blass\n\nAyo, it's like that y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\nThat y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\nThat y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\nAnd that's all!\n\nIt's like that y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\nThat y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\nThat y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\nAnd that's all!\n\nIt's like that y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\nThat y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\nThat y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\nAnd that's all!\n\nIt's like that y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\nThat y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\nThat y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\nAnd that's all!","syncedLyrics":"[00:04.24] Fuck\n[00:06.43] Oh, oh, oh, oh\n[00:14.23] Check it out\n[00:15.11] It's like that y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\n[00:17.94] That y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\n[00:20.39] That y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\n[00:23.31] And that's all!\n[00:24.98] Street's disciple, my raps are trifle\n[00:27.38] I shoot slugs from my brain, just like a rifle\n[00:29.65] Stampede the stage, I leave the microphone split\n[00:32.24] Play Mr. Tuffy while I'm on some Pretty Tone shit\n[00:34.59] Verbal assassin, my architect pleases\n[00:36.75] When I was 12, I went to Hell for snuffin' Jesus\n[00:39.41] Nasty Nas is a rebel to America\n[00:41.69] Police murderer, I'm causin' hysteria\n[00:44.35] My troops roll up with a strange force\n[00:46.02] I was trapped in a cage and let out by the Main Source\n[00:49.13] Swimmin' in women like a lifeguard\n[00:51.05] But on a bulletproof, nigga, I strike hard\n[00:53.28] Kidnap the president's wife without a plan\n[00:55.74] And hangin' niggas like the Ku Klux Klan\n[00:57.98] I melt mics 'til the soundwave's over\n[01:00.24] Before steppin' to me, you'd rather step to Jehovah\n[01:03.25] Slammin' MCs on cement\n[01:04.89] 'Cause verbally, I'm iller than a AIDS patient\n[01:07.99] I move swift and uplift your mind\n[01:09.96] Shoot the gift when I riff and rhyme\n[01:12.04] Rappin' sniper, speakin' real words\n[01:14.32] My thoughts react like Steven Spielberg's\n[01:16.84] Poetry attacks, paragraphs punch hard\n[01:19.06] My brain is insane, I'm out to lunch, God\n[01:21.45] Science is dropped, my raps are toxic\n[01:23.86] My voicebox locks and excels like a rocket\n[01:25.80] It's like that y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\n[01:28.56] That y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\n[01:30.91] That y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\n[01:34.19] And that's all!\n[01:35.57] Fatal is merciful and they curse me\n[01:37.69] When I grip the mic, I show no mercy\n[01:40.18] I got heart, I rip the party apart from the seams\n[01:42.82] And hem 'em up like bell-bottom jeans\n[01:44.62] But you get done, you get blues like 501\n[01:47.47] Brothers are live, but I bet you I'm liver, son\n[01:49.56] So let me get upon the scene and redeem the dream of a team\n[01:52.74] And knock 'em out like Mitch Green\n[01:54.27] Smoke some Thai weed, flow at a high speed\n[01:56.62] Rap on off-breaks, stompin' like Northlakes\n[01:59.07] 'Cause I'm livin' larger than the founders of Fendi\n[02:01.39] And Asiatic brothers that many rappers envy\n[02:03.66] So round up your crew and entourage\n[02:05.75] And let the God Merciful just take charge\n[02:08.13] It's like that y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\n[02:10.94] That y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\n[02:13.21] That y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\n[02:16.49] And that's all!\n[02:17.34] Some of them said (said what?) that the Ak' should quit\n[02:19.99] But I don't sweat it, 'cause I'm too big for that small shit\n[02:22.93] Like pigs, when it comes to a showdown\n[02:25.09] Huff and puff, but the Ak' won't get blown down\n[02:27.31] 'Cause I come strong, rather than come at all and not be ready\n[02:30.37] That's what separates me from the petty\n[02:32.55] MCs gas themselves by drinkin' too much Getty\n[02:34.77] And get torn the fuck up like confetti\n[02:37.02] I'm rich and thick in lyrics like Aunt Jemima\n[02:39.15] It doesn't take Keenan Ivory Wayans to know that I'ma-\n[02:41.43] Get you, sucker, if you bite like a piranha\n[02:43.62] So save them preschool rhymes for the kids at Wonderama\n[02:46.44] Point-blank, period, with no comma\n[02:48.51] Rhymes so dangerous, call for the homicide\n[02:51.01] 'Cause I knock 'em dead, even when I'm at my worst\n[02:52.92] The only future that lies ahead of them is the lights from the hearse\n[02:55.82] Got game like a crackhead, but don't be misled\n[02:58.23] I keep rappers on lock like a dread\n[03:00.29] Knots in the head from the words that I said\n[03:02.38] So get a shovel and dig your grave, 'cause the shit you talk is dead\n[03:04.18] Ayo, it's like that y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\n[03:07.46] That y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\n[03:09.70] That y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\n[03:12.83] And that's all!\n[03:14.95] I grab up girls like jacks\n[03:16.67] Add 'em on like tax, and I'm over like Hot Trax\n[03:19.40] As far as brothers are concerned, I pressure-cook 'em from start-\n[03:22.08] To finish, I diminish like a Cuisinart\n[03:23.81] Secondly, I'm sick of critics who's neckin' me\n[03:26.19] (Ooh, he got an afro!) Yo, but I got dough\n[03:28.76] Why's my name \"The Large Professor?\"\n[03:30.84] 'Cause I milked your cow; in other words, I hit your heifer\n[03:33.49] Don't talk about how you can break Rambo\n[03:35.99] That's just a bunch of mamba-ja-hambo\n[03:38.13] Propaganda, save it for Savan-da\n[03:40.11] Joe and Amanda, Zach and Alexandra\n[03:42.86] Don't let the folks around your way puff your head\n[03:44.99] 'Cause you'll be the owner of a hospital bed\n[03:47.57] I'll kick fire out your ass so fast\n[03:49.89] You'll be as crispy as my man, Bill Blass\n[03:51.14] Ayo, it's like that y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\n[03:54.41] That y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\n[03:56.81] That y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\n[03:59.90] And that's all!\n[04:01.11] It's like that y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\n[04:03.93] That y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\n[04:06.21] That y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\n[04:09.33] And that's all!\n[04:10.66] It's like that y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\n[04:13.30] That y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\n[04:15.73] That y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\n[04:18.82] And that's all!\n[04:20.16] It's like that y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\n[04:22.62] That y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\n[04:25.07] That y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\n[04:28.21] And that's all!\n[04:28.90] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Live At The Barbeque\n  artist: Main Source\n  album: 1000 Greatest Hip-Hop & Rap Songs\n  duration_ms: 275194\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Fuck\n  start_ms: 4240\n  end_ms: 6430\n- text: Oh, oh, oh, oh\n  start_ms: 6430\n  end_ms: 14230\n- text: Check it out\n  start_ms: 14230\n  end_ms: 15110\n- text: It's like that y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\n  start_ms: 15110\n  end_ms: 17940\n- text: That y'all (that 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Yo, but I got dough\n  Why's my name \"The Large Professor?\"\n  'Cause I milked your cow; in other words, I hit your heifer\n\n  Don't talk about how you can break Rambo\n  That's just a bunch of mamba-ja-hambo\n  Propaganda, save it for Savan-da\n  Joe and Amanda, Zach and Alexandra\n\n  Don't let the folks around your way puff your head\n  'Cause you'll be the owner of a hospital bed\n  I'll kick fire out your ass so fast\n  You'll be as crispy as my man, Bill Blass\n\n  Ayo, it's like that y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\n  That y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\n  That y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\n  And that's all!\n\n  It's like that y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\n  That y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\n  That y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\n  And that's all!\n\n  It's like that y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\n  That y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\n  That y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\n  And that's all!\n\n  It's like that y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\n  That y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\n  That y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\n  And that's all!\n"},{"id":20708966,"name":"Live at the Barbeque","trackName":"Live at the Barbeque","artistName":"Main Source","albumName":"8A","duration":348.6149632,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Ahhhhhhhhhhh\nOhhhh ho!\nHo! Ho! Ho! Ho! It's like\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nAnd that's all!\n\nNas\nStreet's disciple, my raps are trifle\nI shoot slugs from my brain just like a rifle\nStampede the stage I leave the microphone split\nPlay Mr. Tuffy while I'm on some Pretty Tone shit\nVerbal assassin my architect pleases\nWhen I was twelve I went to hell for snuffin Jesus\nNasty Nas is a rebel to America\nPolice murderer, I'm causin hysteria\nMy troops roll up with a strange force\nI was trapped in a cage and let out by the Main Source\nSwimmin in women like a lifeguard\nPut on a bulletproof, nigga, I strike hard\nKidnap the President's wife without a plan\nAnd hangin niggaz like the Ku Klux Klan\nI melt mics till the sound waves over\nBefore steppin to me you'd rather step to Jehovah\nSlammin MC's on cement\nCause verbally, I'm iller than a AIDS patient\nI move swift and uplift\nYour mind shoot the gift when I riff in rhyme\nRappin sniper, speakin real words\nMy thoughts react, like Steven Spielberg's\nPoetry attacks, paragraphs punch hard\nMy brain is insane, I'm out to lunch God\nScience is dropped, my raps are toxic\nMy voicebox locks and excels like a rocket\n\nAiyyo it's like\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nAnd that's all!\n\nFatal\nFatal is merciful and they curse me\nWhen I grip the mic I show no mercy\nI got heart, I rip the party apart\nFrom the seams and hem'up like bell-bottom jeans\nBut you get done, you get blues like 501\nBrothers are live but I betcha I'm liver son\nSo let me get upon the scene and redeem\nThe dream of a team, and knock'em out like Mitch Green\nSmoke some thai weed, flow at a high speed\nRap on off breaks stompin' like Northlakes\nCause I'm livin larger than the founders of Fendi\nAn Asiatic brother that many rappers envy\nSo round up your crew and entourage\nAnd let the God Merciful just take charge\n\nAiyyo, it's like\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nAnd that's all!\n\nAkinyele\nSome of them said (said what?) that the Ak should quit\nBut I don't sweat it, cause I'm too big for that small shit\nLike pigs when it comes to a showdown\nHuff and puff but the Ak won't get blown down\nCause I come strong, rather than come at all and not be ready\nThat's what seperates me from the petty\nMC's gas themselves by drinking too much getty\nAnd get torn the fuck up like confetti\nI'm rich and thick, your lyrics like Aunt jemimah\nIt doesn't take Keenan Ivory Wayans to know that I'ma\nGet You Sucka, if you bite like a piranha\nSo save them preschool rhymes for the kids at Wonderama\nPoint blank, period, with no comma\nRhymes so dangerous, call for the homi-\nCide cause I knock'em dead even when I'm at my worst\nThe only future that lies ahead of them is the lights from the hearse\nGot game like a crackhead\nBut don't be mislead, I keep rappers on lock like a dread\nKnots in the head from the words that I said\nSo get a shovel and dig your grave cause the shit you talk is dead\n\nAiyyo, it's like\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nAnd that's all!\n\nLarge Professor\nI grab up girls like jacks\nAdd'em on like tax, and I'm over like Hot Trax\nAs far as brothers are concerned a pressure cooker from start\nTo finish I diminish like a cuisinart\nSecondly, I'm sick of critics, who's neckin' me\n(Oooh he got an afro) yo, but I get dough\nWhy's my name the Large Professor?\nCause I milked your cow in other words I hit your heffer\nDon't talk about how you can break Rambo\nThat's just a bunch of mamba-ja-hambo\nPropaganda, save it for Savanda\nJoe and Amanda, Zach and Alexandra\nDon't let the folks around your way puff your head\nCause you'll be the owner of a hospital bed\nI'll kick fire out your ass so fast\nYou'll be as crispy as my man Bill Blass\n\nAiyyo, it's like\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nAnd that's all!\n\nIt's like\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nAnd that's all!\n\nIt's like\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nAnd that's all!\n\nIt's like\nLike that y'all (that y'all), like that y'all (that y'all)\nLike that y'all (that y'all), like that y'all (that y'all)\nLike that y'all (that y'all), like that y'all (that y'all)\nYo, and that's all!","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.22] Ahhhhhhhhhhh\n[00:06.41] Ohhhh ho!\n[00:11.49] Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho! It's like\n[00:15.71] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[00:18.14] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[00:20.67] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[00:23.15] And that's all!\n[00:24.12] Nas\n[00:24.52] Street's disciple, my raps are trifle\n[00:27.28] I shoot slugs from my brain just like a rifle\n[00:29.79] Stampede the stage I leave the microphone split\n[00:32.30] Play Mr. Tuffy while I'm on some Pretty Tone shit\n[00:34.73] Verbal assassin my architect pleases\n[00:36.87] When I was twelve I went to hell for snuffin Jesus\n[00:39.36] Nasty Nas is a rebel to America\n[00:41.99] Police murderer, I'm causin hysteria\n[00:44.22] My troops roll up with a strange force\n[00:46.28] I was trapped in a cage and let out by the Main Source\n[00:48.78] Swimmin in women like a lifeguard\n[00:51.26] Put on a bulletproof, nigga, I strike hard\n[00:53.23] Kidnap the President's wife without a plan\n[00:55.83] And hangin niggaz like the Ku Klux Klan\n[00:57.94] I melt mics till the sound waves over\n[01:00.27] Before steppin to me you'd rather step to Jehovah\n[01:02.95] Slammin MC's on cement\n[01:04.99] Cause verbally, I'm iller than a AIDS patient\n[01:07.78] I move swift and uplift\n[01:09.63] Your mind shoot the gift when I riff in rhyme\n[01:12.16] Rappin sniper, speakin real words\n[01:14.40] My thoughts react, like Steven Spielberg's\n[01:16.97] Poetry attacks, paragraphs punch hard\n[01:19.18] My brain is insane, I'm out to lunch God\n[01:21.51] Science is dropped, my raps are toxic\n[01:23.87] My voicebox locks and excels like a rocket\n[01:25.80] Aiyyo it's like\n[01:26.95] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[01:29.14] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[01:31.85] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[01:33.57] And that's all!\n[01:34.97] Fatal\n[01:35.34] Fatal is merciful and they curse me\n[01:37.77] When I grip the mic I show no mercy\n[01:40.37] I got heart, I rip the party apart\n[01:42.28] From the seams and hem'up like bell-bottom jeans\n[01:44.73] But you get done, you get blues like 501\n[01:47.33] Brothers are live but I betcha I'm liver son\n[01:49.68] So let me get upon the scene and redeem\n[01:51.86] The dream of a team, and knock'em out like Mitch Green\n[01:54.32] Smoke some thai weed, flow at a high speed\n[01:56.87] Rap on off breaks stompin' like Northlakes\n[01:59.12] Cause I'm livin larger than the founders of Fendi\n[02:01.46] An Asiatic brother that many rappers envy\n[02:03.70] So round up your crew and entourage\n[02:05.97] And let the God Merciful just take charge\n[02:08.03] Aiyyo, it's like\n[02:08.76] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[02:10.16] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[02:12.71] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[02:15.00] And that's all!\n[02:17.23] Akinyele\n[02:17.63] Some of them said (said what?) that the Ak should quit\n[02:20.37] But I don't sweat it, cause I'm too big for that small shit\n[02:22.82] Like pigs when it comes to a showdown\n[02:25.13] Huff and puff but the Ak won't get blown down\n[02:27.34] Cause I come strong, rather than come at all and not be ready\n[02:30.23] That's what seperates me from the petty\n[02:32.69] MC's gas themselves by drinking too much getty\n[02:34.79] And get torn the fuck up like confetti\n[02:36.99] I'm rich and thick, your lyrics like Aunt jemimah\n[02:39.16] It doesn't take Keenan Ivory Wayans to know that I'ma\n[02:41.46] Get You Sucka, if you bite like a piranha\n[02:43.63] So save them preschool rhymes for the kids at Wonderama\n[02:46.24] Point blank, period, with no comma\n[02:48.34] Rhymes so dangerous, call for the homi-\n[02:50.52] Cide cause I knock'em dead even when I'm at my worst\n[02:53.07] The only future that lies ahead of them is the lights from the hearse\n[02:55.78] Got game like a crackhead\n[02:57.30] But don't be mislead, I keep rappers on lock like a dread\n[03:00.34] Knots in the head from the words that I said\n[03:02.40] So get a shovel and dig your grave cause the shit you talk is dead\n[03:04.67] Aiyyo, it's like\n[03:06.36] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[03:07.87] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[03:09.87] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[03:12.83] And that's all!\n[03:13.30] Large Professor\n[03:13.93] I grab up girls like jacks\n[03:16.60] Add'em on like tax, and I'm over like Hot Trax\n[03:19.42] As far as brothers are concerned a pressure cooker from start\n[03:22.03] To finish I diminish like a cuisinart\n[03:24.14] Secondly, I'm sick of critics, who's neckin' me\n[03:26.24] (Oooh he got an afro) yo, but I get dough\n[03:28.61] Why's my name the Large Professor?\n[03:30.96] Cause I milked your cow in other words I hit your heffer\n[03:33.28] Don't talk about how you can break Rambo\n[03:35.76] That's just a bunch of mamba-ja-hambo\n[03:38.09] Propaganda, save it for Savanda\n[03:40.37] Joe and Amanda, Zach and Alexandra\n[03:42.65] Don't let the folks around your way puff your head\n[03:45.08] Cause you'll be the owner of a hospital bed\n[03:47.34] I'll kick fire out your ass so fast\n[03:49.82] You'll be as crispy as my man Bill Blass\n[03:52.02] Aiyyo, it's like\n[03:53.18] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[03:54.17] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[03:57.34] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[03:59.76] And that's all!\n[04:00.95] It's like\n[04:01.54] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[04:03.60] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[04:06.16] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[04:08.61] And that's all!\n[04:10.77] It's like\n[04:11.13] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[04:13.08] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[04:15.41] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[04:17.44] And that's all!\n[04:19.92] It's like\n[04:20.81] Like that y'all (that y'all), like that y'all (that y'all)\n[04:23.36] Like that y'all (that y'all), like that y'all (that y'all)\n[04:25.17] Like that y'all (that y'all), like that y'all (that y'all)\n[04:26.95] Yo, and that's all!\n[04:29.61] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Live at the Barbeque\n  artist: Main Source\n  album: 8A\n  duration_ms: 348615\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Ahhhhhhhhhhh\n  start_ms: 3220\n  end_ms: 6410\n- text: Ohhhh ho!\n  start_ms: 6410\n  end_ms: 11490\n- text: Ho! 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text: Point blank, period, with no comma\n  start_ms: 166240\n  end_ms: 168340\n- text: Rhymes so dangerous, call for the homi-\n  start_ms: 168340\n  end_ms: 170520\n- text: Cide cause I knock'em dead even when I'm at my worst\n  start_ms: 170520\n  end_ms: 173070\n- text: The only future that lies ahead of them is the lights from the hearse\n  start_ms: 173070\n  end_ms: 175780\n- text: Got game like a crackhead\n  start_ms: 175780\n  end_ms: 177300\n- text: But don't be mislead, I keep rappers on lock like a dread\n  start_ms: 177300\n  end_ms: 180340\n- text: Knots in the head from the words that I said\n  start_ms: 180340\n  end_ms: 182400\n- text: So get a shovel and dig your grave cause the shit you talk is dead\n  start_ms: 182400\n  end_ms: 184670\n- text: Aiyyo, it's like\n  start_ms: 184670\n  end_ms: 186360\n- text: That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  start_ms: 186360\n  end_ms: 187870\n- text: That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  start_ms: 187870\n  end_ms: 189870\n- text: That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  start_ms: 189870\n  end_ms: 192830\n- text: And that's all!\n  start_ms: 192830\n  end_ms: 193300\n- text: Large Professor\n  start_ms: 193300\n  end_ms: 193930\n- text: I grab up girls like jacks\n  start_ms: 193930\n  end_ms: 196600\n- text: Add'em on like tax, and I'm over like Hot Trax\n  start_ms: 196600\n  end_ms: 199420\n- text: As far as brothers are concerned a pressure cooker from start\n  start_ms: 199420\n  end_ms: 202030\n- text: To finish I diminish like a cuisinart\n  start_ms: 202030\n  end_ms: 204140\n- text: Secondly, I'm sick of critics, who's neckin' me\n  start_ms: 204140\n  end_ms: 206240\n- text: (Oooh he got an afro) yo, but I get dough\n  start_ms: 206240\n  end_ms: 208610\n- text: Why's my name the Large Professor?\n  start_ms: 208610\n  end_ms: 210960\n- text: Cause I milked your cow in other words I hit your heffer\n  start_ms: 210960\n  end_ms: 213280\n- text: Don't talk about how you can break Rambo\n  start_ms: 213280\n  end_ms: 215760\n- text: That's just a bunch of mamba-ja-hambo\n  start_ms: 215760\n  end_ms: 218090\n- text: Propaganda, save it for Savanda\n  start_ms: 218090\n  end_ms: 220370\n- text: Joe and Amanda, Zach and Alexandra\n  start_ms: 220370\n  end_ms: 222650\n- text: Don't let the folks around your way puff your head\n  start_ms: 222650\n  end_ms: 225080\n- text: Cause you'll be the owner of a hospital bed\n  start_ms: 225080\n  end_ms: 227340\n- text: I'll kick fire out your ass so fast\n  start_ms: 227340\n  end_ms: 229820\n- text: You'll be as crispy as my man Bill Blass\n  start_ms: 229820\n  end_ms: 232020\n- text: Aiyyo, it's like\n  start_ms: 232020\n  end_ms: 233180\n- text: That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  start_ms: 233180\n  end_ms: 234170\n- text: That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  start_ms: 234170\n  end_ms: 237340\n- text: That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  start_ms: 237340\n  end_ms: 239760\n- text: And that's all!\n  start_ms: 239760\n  end_ms: 240950\n- text: It's like\n  start_ms: 240950\n  end_ms: 241540\n- text: That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  start_ms: 241540\n  end_ms: 243600\n- text: That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  start_ms: 243600\n  end_ms: 246160\n- text: That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  start_ms: 246160\n  end_ms: 248610\n- text: And that's all!\n  start_ms: 248610\n  end_ms: 250770\n- text: It's like\n  start_ms: 250770\n  end_ms: 251130\n- text: That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  start_ms: 251130\n  end_ms: 253080\n- text: That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  start_ms: 253080\n  end_ms: 255410\n- text: That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  start_ms: 255410\n  end_ms: 257440\n- text: And that's all!\n  start_ms: 257440\n  end_ms: 259920\n- text: It's like\n  start_ms: 259920\n  end_ms: 260810\n- text: Like that y'all (that y'all), like that y'all (that y'all)\n  start_ms: 260810\n  end_ms: 263360\n- text: Like that y'all (that y'all), like that y'all (that y'all)\n  start_ms: 263360\n  end_ms: 265170\n- text: Like that y'all (that y'all), like that y'all (that y'all)\n  start_ms: 265170\n  end_ms: 266950\n- text: Yo, and that's all!\n  start_ms: 266950\n  end_ms: 269610\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 269610\nplain: |-\n  Ahhhhhhhhhhh\n  Ohhhh ho!\n  Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho! It's like\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  And that's all!\n\n  Nas\n  Street's disciple, my raps are trifle\n  I shoot slugs from my brain just like a rifle\n  Stampede the stage I leave the microphone split\n  Play Mr. Tuffy while I'm on some Pretty Tone shit\n  Verbal assassin my architect pleases\n  When I was twelve I went to hell for snuffin Jesus\n  Nasty Nas is a rebel to America\n  Police murderer, I'm causin hysteria\n  My troops roll up with a strange force\n  I was trapped in a cage and let out by the Main Source\n  Swimmin in women like a lifeguard\n  Put on a bulletproof, nigga, I strike hard\n  Kidnap the President's wife without a plan\n  And hangin niggaz like the Ku Klux Klan\n  I melt mics till the sound waves over\n  Before steppin to me you'd rather step to Jehovah\n  Slammin MC's on cement\n  Cause verbally, I'm iller than a AIDS patient\n  I move swift and uplift\n  Your mind shoot the gift when I riff in rhyme\n  Rappin sniper, speakin real words\n  My thoughts react, like Steven Spielberg's\n  Poetry attacks, paragraphs punch hard\n  My brain is insane, I'm out to lunch God\n  Science is dropped, my raps are toxic\n  My voicebox locks and excels like a rocket\n\n  Aiyyo it's like\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  And that's all!\n\n  Fatal\n  Fatal is merciful and they curse me\n  When I grip the mic I show no mercy\n  I got heart, I rip the party apart\n  From the seams and hem'up like bell-bottom jeans\n  But you get done, you get blues like 501\n  Brothers are live but I betcha I'm liver son\n  So let me get upon the scene and redeem\n  The dream of a team, and knock'em out like Mitch Green\n  Smoke some thai weed, flow at a high speed\n  Rap on off breaks stompin' like Northlakes\n  Cause I'm livin larger than the founders of Fendi\n  An Asiatic brother that many rappers envy\n  So round up your crew and entourage\n  And let the God Merciful just take charge\n\n  Aiyyo, it's like\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  And that's all!\n\n  Akinyele\n  Some of them said (said what?) that the Ak should quit\n  But I don't sweat it, cause I'm too big for that small shit\n  Like pigs when it comes to a showdown\n  Huff and puff but the Ak won't get blown down\n  Cause I come strong, rather than come at all and not be ready\n  That's what seperates me from the petty\n  MC's gas themselves by drinking too much getty\n  And get torn the fuck up like confetti\n  I'm rich and thick, your lyrics like Aunt jemimah\n  It doesn't take Keenan Ivory Wayans to know that I'ma\n  Get You Sucka, if you bite like a piranha\n  So save them preschool rhymes for the kids at Wonderama\n  Point blank, period, with no comma\n  Rhymes so dangerous, call for the homi-\n  Cide cause I knock'em dead even when I'm at my worst\n  The only future that lies ahead of them is the lights from the hearse\n  Got game like a crackhead\n  But don't be mislead, I keep rappers on lock like a dread\n  Knots in the head from the words that I said\n  So get a shovel and dig your grave cause the shit you talk is dead\n\n  Aiyyo, it's like\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  And that's all!\n\n  Large Professor\n  I grab up girls like jacks\n  Add'em on like tax, and I'm over like Hot Trax\n  As far as brothers are concerned a pressure cooker from start\n  To finish I diminish like a cuisinart\n  Secondly, I'm sick of critics, who's neckin' me\n  (Oooh he got an afro) yo, but I get dough\n  Why's my name the Large Professor?\n  Cause I milked your cow in other words I hit your heffer\n  Don't talk about how you can break Rambo\n  That's just a bunch of mamba-ja-hambo\n  Propaganda, save it for Savanda\n  Joe and Amanda, Zach and Alexandra\n  Don't let the folks around your way puff your head\n  Cause you'll be the owner of a hospital bed\n  I'll kick fire out your ass so fast\n  You'll be as crispy as my man Bill Blass\n\n  Aiyyo, it's like\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  And that's all!\n\n  It's like\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  And that's all!\n\n  It's like\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  And that's all!\n\n  It's like\n  Like that y'all (that y'all), like that y'all (that y'all)\n  Like that y'all (that y'all), like that y'all (that y'all)\n  Like that y'all (that y'all), like that y'all (that y'all)\n  Yo, and that's all!\n"},{"id":22066344,"name":"Live At The Barbeque","trackName":"Live At The Barbeque","artistName":"Main Source","albumName":"Old School Hip Hop Jams","duration":269.97551,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Ahhhhhhhhhhh\nOhhhh ho!\nHo! Ho! Ho! Ho! It's like\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nAnd that's all!\n\nNas\nStreet's disciple, my raps are trifle\nI shoot slugs from my brain just like a rifle\nStampede the stage I leave the microphone split\nPlay Mr. Tuffy while I'm on some Pretty Tone shit\nVerbal assassin my architect pleases\nWhen I was twelve I went to hell for snuffin Jesus\nNasty Nas is a rebel to America\nPolice murderer, I'm causin hysteria\nMy troops roll up with a strange force\nI was trapped in a cage and let out by the Main Source\nSwimmin in women like a lifeguard\nPut on a bulletproof, nigga, I strike hard\nKidnap the President's wife without a plan\nAnd hangin niggaz like the Ku Klux Klan\nI melt mics till the sound waves over\nBefore steppin to me you'd rather step to Jehovah\nSlammin MC's on cement\nCause verbally, I'm iller than a AIDS patient\nI move swift and uplift\nYour mind shoot the gift when I riff in rhyme\nRappin sniper, speakin real words\nMy thoughts react, like Steven Spielberg's\nPoetry attacks, paragraphs punch hard\nMy brain is insane, I'm out to lunch God\nScience is dropped, my raps are toxic\nMy voicebox locks and excels like a rocket\n\nAiyyo it's like\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nAnd that's all!\n\nFatal\nFatal is merciful and they curse me\nWhen I grip the mic I show no mercy\nI got heart, I rip the party apart\nFrom the seams and hem'up like bell-bottom jeans\nBut you get done, you get blues like 501\nBrothers are live but I betcha I'm liver son\nSo let me get upon the scene and redeem\nThe dream of a team, and knock'em out like Mitch Green\nSmoke some thai weed, flow at a high speed\nRap on off breaks stompin' like Northlakes\nCause I'm livin larger than the founders of Fendi\nAn Asiatic brother that many rappers envy\nSo round up your crew and entourage\nAnd let the God Merciful just take charge\n\nAiyyo, it's like\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nAnd that's all!\n\nAkinyele\nSome of them said (said what?) that the Ak should quit\nBut I don't sweat it, cause I'm too big for that small shit\nLike pigs when it comes to a showdown\nHuff and puff but the Ak won't get blown down\nCause I come strong, rather than come at all and not be ready\nThat's what seperates me from the petty\nMC's gas themselves by drinking too much getty\nAnd get torn the fuck up like confetti\nI'm rich and thick, your lyrics like Aunt jemimah\nIt doesn't take Keenan Ivory Wayans to know that I'ma\nGet You Sucka, if you bite like a piranha\nSo save them preschool rhymes for the kids at Wonderama\nPoint blank, period, with no comma\nRhymes so dangerous, call for the homi-\nCide cause I knock'em dead even when I'm at my worst\nThe only future that lies ahead of them is the lights from the hearse\nGot game like a crackhead\nBut don't be mislead, I keep rappers on lock like a dread\nKnots in the head from the words that I said\nSo get a shovel and dig your grave cause the shit you talk is dead\n\nAiyyo, it's like\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nAnd that's all!\n\nLarge Professor\nI grab up girls like jacks\nAdd'em on like tax, and I'm over like Hot Trax\nAs far as brothers are concerned a pressure cooker from start\nTo finish I diminish like a cuisinart\nSecondly, I'm sick of critics, who's neckin' me\n(Oooh he got an afro) yo, but I get dough\nWhy's my name the Large Professor?\nCause I milked your cow in other words I hit your heffer\nDon't talk about how you can break Rambo\nThat's just a bunch of mamba-ja-hambo\nPropaganda, save it for Savanda\nJoe and Amanda, Zach and Alexandra\nDon't let the folks around your way puff your head\nCause you'll be the owner of a hospital bed\nI'll kick fire out your ass so fast\nYou'll be as crispy as my man Bill Blass\n\nAiyyo, it's like\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nAnd that's all!\n\nIt's like\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nAnd that's all!\n\nIt's like\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nAnd that's all!\n\nIt's like\nLike that y'all (that y'all), like that y'all (that y'all)\nLike that y'all (that y'all), like that y'all (that y'all)\nLike that y'all (that y'all), like that y'all (that y'all)\nYo, and that's all!","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.22] Ahhhhhhhhhhh\n[00:06.41] Ohhhh ho!\n[00:11.49] Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho! It's like\n[00:15.71] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[00:18.14] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[00:20.67] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[00:23.15] And that's all!\n[00:24.12] Nas\n[00:24.52] Street's disciple, my raps are trifle\n[00:27.28] I shoot slugs from my brain just like a rifle\n[00:29.79] Stampede the stage I leave the microphone split\n[00:32.30] Play Mr. Tuffy while I'm on some Pretty Tone shit\n[00:34.73] Verbal assassin my architect pleases\n[00:36.87] When I was twelve I went to hell for snuffin Jesus\n[00:39.36] Nasty Nas is a rebel to America\n[00:41.99] Police murderer, I'm causin hysteria\n[00:44.22] My troops roll up with a strange force\n[00:46.28] I was trapped in a cage and let out by the Main Source\n[00:48.78] Swimmin in women like a lifeguard\n[00:51.26] Put on a bulletproof, nigga, I strike hard\n[00:53.23] Kidnap the President's wife without a plan\n[00:55.83] And hangin niggaz like the Ku Klux Klan\n[00:57.94] I melt mics till the sound waves over\n[01:00.27] Before steppin to me you'd rather step to Jehovah\n[01:02.95] Slammin MC's on cement\n[01:04.99] Cause verbally, I'm iller than a AIDS patient\n[01:07.78] I move swift and uplift\n[01:09.63] Your mind shoot the gift when I riff in rhyme\n[01:12.16] Rappin sniper, speakin real words\n[01:14.40] My thoughts react, like Steven Spielberg's\n[01:16.97] Poetry attacks, paragraphs punch hard\n[01:19.18] My brain is insane, I'm out to lunch God\n[01:21.51] Science is dropped, my raps are toxic\n[01:23.87] My voicebox locks and excels like a rocket\n[01:25.80] Aiyyo it's like\n[01:26.95] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[01:29.14] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[01:31.85] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[01:33.57] And that's all!\n[01:34.97] Fatal\n[01:35.34] Fatal is merciful and they curse me\n[01:37.77] When I grip the mic I show no mercy\n[01:40.37] I got heart, I rip the party apart\n[01:42.28] From the seams and hem'up like bell-bottom jeans\n[01:44.73] But you get done, you get blues like 501\n[01:47.33] Brothers are live but I betcha I'm liver son\n[01:49.68] So let me get upon the scene and redeem\n[01:51.86] The dream of a team, and knock'em out like Mitch Green\n[01:54.32] Smoke some thai weed, flow at a high speed\n[01:56.87] Rap on off breaks stompin' like Northlakes\n[01:59.12] Cause I'm livin larger than the founders of Fendi\n[02:01.46] An Asiatic brother that many rappers envy\n[02:03.70] So round up your crew and entourage\n[02:05.97] And let the God Merciful just take charge\n[02:08.03] Aiyyo, it's like\n[02:08.76] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[02:10.16] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[02:12.71] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[02:15.00] And that's all!\n[02:17.23] Akinyele\n[02:17.63] Some of them said (said what?) that the Ak should quit\n[02:20.37] But I don't sweat it, cause I'm too big for that small shit\n[02:22.82] Like pigs when it comes to a showdown\n[02:25.13] Huff and puff but the Ak won't get blown down\n[02:27.34] Cause I come strong, rather than come at all and not be ready\n[02:30.23] That's what seperates me from the petty\n[02:32.69] MC's gas themselves by drinking too much getty\n[02:34.79] And get torn the fuck up like confetti\n[02:36.99] I'm rich and thick, your lyrics like Aunt jemimah\n[02:39.16] It doesn't take Keenan Ivory Wayans to know that I'ma\n[02:41.46] Get You Sucka, if you bite like a piranha\n[02:43.63] So save them preschool rhymes for the kids at Wonderama\n[02:46.24] Point blank, period, with no comma\n[02:48.34] Rhymes so dangerous, call for the homi-\n[02:50.52] Cide cause I knock'em dead even when I'm at my worst\n[02:53.07] The only future that lies ahead of them is the lights from the hearse\n[02:55.78] Got game like a crackhead\n[02:57.30] But don't be mislead, I keep rappers on lock like a dread\n[03:00.34] Knots in the head from the words that I said\n[03:02.40] So get a shovel and dig your grave cause the shit you talk is dead\n[03:04.67] Aiyyo, it's like\n[03:06.36] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[03:07.87] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[03:09.87] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[03:12.83] And that's all!\n[03:13.30] Large Professor\n[03:13.93] I grab up girls like jacks\n[03:16.60] Add'em on like tax, and I'm over like Hot Trax\n[03:19.42] As far as brothers are concerned a pressure cooker from start\n[03:22.03] To finish I diminish like a cuisinart\n[03:24.14] Secondly, I'm sick of critics, who's neckin' me\n[03:26.24] (Oooh he got an afro) yo, but I get dough\n[03:28.61] Why's my name the Large Professor?\n[03:30.96] Cause I milked your cow in other words I hit your heffer\n[03:33.28] Don't talk about how you can break Rambo\n[03:35.76] That's just a bunch of mamba-ja-hambo\n[03:38.09] Propaganda, save it for Savanda\n[03:40.37] Joe and Amanda, Zach and Alexandra\n[03:42.65] Don't let the folks around your way puff your head\n[03:45.08] Cause you'll be the owner of a hospital bed\n[03:47.34] I'll kick fire out your ass so fast\n[03:49.82] You'll be as crispy as my man Bill Blass\n[03:52.02] Aiyyo, it's like\n[03:53.18] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[03:54.17] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[03:57.34] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[03:59.76] And that's all!\n[04:00.95] It's like\n[04:01.54] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[04:03.60] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[04:06.16] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[04:08.61] And that's all!\n[04:10.77] It's like\n[04:11.13] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[04:13.08] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[04:15.41] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[04:17.44] And that's all!\n[04:19.92] It's like\n[04:20.81] Like that y'all (that y'all), like that y'all (that y'all)\n[04:23.36] Like that y'all (that y'all), like that y'all (that y'all)\n[04:25.17] Like that y'all (that y'all), like that y'all (that y'all)\n[04:26.95] Yo, and that's all!\n[04:29.61] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Live At The Barbeque\n  artist: Main Source\n  album: Old School Hip Hop Jams\n  duration_ms: 269976\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Ahhhhhhhhhhh\n  start_ms: 3220\n  end_ms: 6410\n- text: Ohhhh ho!\n  start_ms: 6410\n  end_ms: 11490\n- text: Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho! It's like\n  start_ms: 11490\n  end_ms: 15710\n- text: That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  start_ms: 15710\n  end_ms: 18140\n- text: That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  start_ms: 18140\n  end_ms: 20670\n- text: That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  start_ms: 20670\n  end_ms: 23150\n- text: And that's all!\n  start_ms: 23150\n  end_ms: 24120\n- text: Nas\n  start_ms: 24120\n  end_ms: 24520\n- text: Street's disciple, my raps are trifle\n  start_ms: 24520\n  end_ms: 27280\n- text: I shoot slugs from my brain just like a rifle\n  start_ms: 27280\n  end_ms: 29790\n- text: Stampede the stage I leave the microphone split\n  start_ms: 29790\n  end_ms: 32300\n- text: Play Mr. Tuffy while I'm on some Pretty Tone shit\n  start_ms: 32300\n  end_ms: 34730\n- text: Verbal assassin my architect pleases\n  start_ms: 34730\n  end_ms: 36870\n- text: When I was twelve I went to hell for snuffin Jesus\n  start_ms: 36870\n  end_ms: 39360\n- text: Nasty Nas is 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119120\n- text: Cause I'm livin larger than the founders of Fendi\n  start_ms: 119120\n  end_ms: 121460\n- text: An Asiatic brother that many rappers envy\n  start_ms: 121460\n  end_ms: 123700\n- text: So round up your crew and entourage\n  start_ms: 123700\n  end_ms: 125970\n- text: And let the God Merciful just take charge\n  start_ms: 125970\n  end_ms: 128030\n- text: Aiyyo, it's like\n  start_ms: 128030\n  end_ms: 128760\n- text: That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  start_ms: 128760\n  end_ms: 130160\n- text: That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  start_ms: 130160\n  end_ms: 132710\n- text: That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  start_ms: 132710\n  end_ms: 135000\n- text: And that's all!\n  start_ms: 135000\n  end_ms: 137230\n- text: Akinyele\n  start_ms: 137230\n  end_ms: 137630\n- text: Some of them said (said what?) that the Ak should quit\n  start_ms: 137630\n  end_ms: 140370\n- text: But I don't sweat it, cause I'm too big for that 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187870\n  end_ms: 189870\n- text: That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  start_ms: 189870\n  end_ms: 192830\n- text: And that's all!\n  start_ms: 192830\n  end_ms: 193300\n- text: Large Professor\n  start_ms: 193300\n  end_ms: 193930\n- text: I grab up girls like jacks\n  start_ms: 193930\n  end_ms: 196600\n- text: Add'em on like tax, and I'm over like Hot Trax\n  start_ms: 196600\n  end_ms: 199420\n- text: As far as brothers are concerned a pressure cooker from start\n  start_ms: 199420\n  end_ms: 202030\n- text: To finish I diminish like a cuisinart\n  start_ms: 202030\n  end_ms: 204140\n- text: Secondly, I'm sick of critics, who's neckin' me\n  start_ms: 204140\n  end_ms: 206240\n- text: (Oooh he got an afro) yo, but I get dough\n  start_ms: 206240\n  end_ms: 208610\n- text: Why's my name the Large Professor?\n  start_ms: 208610\n  end_ms: 210960\n- text: Cause I milked your cow in other words I hit your heffer\n  start_ms: 210960\n  end_ms: 213280\n- text: Don't talk 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Ho! Ho! Ho! It's like\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  And that's all!\n\n  Nas\n  Street's disciple, my raps are trifle\n  I shoot slugs from my brain just like a rifle\n  Stampede the stage I leave the microphone split\n  Play Mr. Tuffy while I'm on some Pretty Tone shit\n  Verbal assassin my architect pleases\n  When I was twelve I went to hell for snuffin Jesus\n  Nasty Nas is a rebel to America\n  Police murderer, I'm causin hysteria\n  My troops roll up with a strange force\n  I was trapped in a cage and let out by the Main Source\n  Swimmin in women like a lifeguard\n  Put on a bulletproof, nigga, I strike hard\n  Kidnap the President's wife without a plan\n  And hangin niggaz like the Ku Klux Klan\n  I melt mics till the sound waves over\n  Before steppin to me you'd rather step to Jehovah\n  Slammin MC's on cement\n  Cause verbally, I'm iller than a AIDS patient\n  I move swift and uplift\n  Your mind shoot the gift when I riff in rhyme\n  Rappin sniper, speakin real words\n  My thoughts react, like Steven Spielberg's\n  Poetry attacks, paragraphs punch hard\n  My brain is insane, I'm out to lunch God\n  Science is dropped, my raps are toxic\n  My voicebox locks and excels like a rocket\n\n  Aiyyo it's like\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  And that's all!\n\n  Fatal\n  Fatal is merciful and they curse me\n  When I grip the mic I show no mercy\n  I got heart, I rip the party apart\n  From the seams and hem'up like bell-bottom jeans\n  But you get done, you get blues like 501\n  Brothers are live but I betcha I'm liver son\n  So let me get upon the scene and redeem\n  The dream of a team, and knock'em out like Mitch Green\n  Smoke some thai weed, flow at a high speed\n  Rap on off breaks stompin' like Northlakes\n  Cause I'm livin larger than the founders of Fendi\n  An Asiatic brother that many rappers envy\n  So round up your crew and entourage\n  And let the God Merciful just take charge\n\n  Aiyyo, it's like\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  And that's all!\n\n  Akinyele\n  Some of them said (said what?) that the Ak should quit\n  But I don't sweat it, cause I'm too big for that small shit\n  Like pigs when it comes to a showdown\n  Huff and puff but the Ak won't get blown down\n  Cause I come strong, rather than come at all and not be ready\n  That's what seperates me from the petty\n  MC's gas themselves by drinking too much getty\n  And get torn the fuck up like confetti\n  I'm rich and thick, your lyrics like Aunt jemimah\n  It doesn't take Keenan Ivory Wayans to know that I'ma\n  Get You Sucka, if you bite like a piranha\n  So save them preschool rhymes for the kids at Wonderama\n  Point blank, period, with no comma\n  Rhymes so dangerous, call for the homi-\n  Cide cause I knock'em dead even when I'm at my worst\n  The only future that lies ahead of them is the lights from the hearse\n  Got game like a crackhead\n  But don't be mislead, I keep rappers on lock like a dread\n  Knots in the head from the words that I said\n  So get a shovel and dig your grave cause the shit you talk is dead\n\n  Aiyyo, it's like\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  And that's all!\n\n  Large Professor\n  I grab up girls like jacks\n  Add'em on like tax, and I'm over like Hot Trax\n  As far as brothers are concerned a pressure cooker from start\n  To finish I diminish like a cuisinart\n  Secondly, I'm sick of critics, who's neckin' me\n  (Oooh he got an afro) yo, but I get dough\n  Why's my name the Large Professor?\n  Cause I milked your cow in other words I hit your heffer\n  Don't talk about how you can break Rambo\n  That's just a bunch of mamba-ja-hambo\n  Propaganda, save it for Savanda\n  Joe and Amanda, Zach and Alexandra\n  Don't let the folks around your way puff your head\n  Cause you'll be the owner of a hospital bed\n  I'll kick fire out your ass so fast\n  You'll be as crispy as my man Bill Blass\n\n  Aiyyo, it's like\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  And that's all!\n\n  It's like\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  And that's all!\n\n  It's like\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  And that's all!\n\n  It's like\n  Like that y'all (that y'all), like that y'all (that y'all)\n  Like that y'all (that y'all), like that y'all (that y'all)\n  Like that y'all (that y'all), like that y'all (that y'all)\n  Yo, and that's all!\n"},{"id":24478865,"name":"Live At The Barbeque","trackName":"Live At The Barbeque","artistName":"Main Source","albumName":"Top 1000 Hip-Hop & Rap Songs (1979-2009)","duration":275.19445,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Ahhhhhhhhhhh\nOhhhh ho!\nHo! Ho! Ho! Ho! It's like\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nAnd that's all!\n\nNas\nStreet's disciple, my raps are trifle\nI shoot slugs from my brain just like a rifle\nStampede the stage I leave the microphone split\nPlay Mr. Tuffy while I'm on some Pretty Tone shit\nVerbal assassin my architect pleases\nWhen I was twelve I went to hell for snuffin Jesus\nNasty Nas is a rebel to America\nPolice murderer, I'm causin hysteria\nMy troops roll up with a strange force\nI was trapped in a cage and let out by the Main Source\nSwimmin in women like a lifeguard\nPut on a bulletproof, nigga, I strike hard\nKidnap the President's wife without a plan\nAnd hangin niggaz like the Ku Klux Klan\nI melt mics till the sound waves over\nBefore steppin to me you'd rather step to Jehovah\nSlammin MC's on cement\nCause verbally, I'm iller than a AIDS patient\nI move swift and uplift\nYour mind shoot the 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up your crew and entourage\nAnd let the God Merciful just take charge\n\nAiyyo, it's like\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nAnd that's all!\n\nAkinyele\nSome of them said (said what?) that the Ak should quit\nBut I don't sweat it, cause I'm too big for that small shit\nLike pigs when it comes to a showdown\nHuff and puff but the Ak won't get blown down\nCause I come strong, rather than come at all and not be ready\nThat's what seperates me from the petty\nMC's gas themselves by drinking too much getty\nAnd get torn the fuck up like confetti\nI'm rich and thick, your lyrics like Aunt jemimah\nIt doesn't take Keenan Ivory Wayans to know that I'ma\nGet You Sucka, if you bite like a piranha\nSo save them preschool rhymes for the kids at Wonderama\nPoint blank, period, with no comma\nRhymes so dangerous, call for the homi-\nCide cause I knock'em dead even when I'm at my worst\nThe only future that lies ahead of them is the lights from the hearse\nGot game like a crackhead\nBut don't be mislead, I keep rappers on lock like a dread\nKnots in the head from the words that I said\nSo get a shovel and dig your grave cause the shit you talk is dead\n\nAiyyo, it's like\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nAnd that's all!\n\nLarge Professor\nI grab up girls like jacks\nAdd'em on like tax, and I'm over like Hot Trax\nAs far as brothers are concerned a pressure cooker from start\nTo finish I diminish like a cuisinart\nSecondly, I'm sick of critics, who's neckin' me\n(Oooh he got an afro) yo, but I get dough\nWhy's my name the Large Professor?\nCause I milked your cow in other words I hit your heffer\nDon't talk about how you can break Rambo\nThat's just a bunch of mamba-ja-hambo\nPropaganda, save it for Savanda\nJoe and Amanda, Zach and 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Ohhhh ho!\n[00:11.49] Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho! It's like\n[00:15.71] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[00:18.14] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[00:20.67] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[00:23.15] And that's all!\n[00:24.12] Nas\n[00:24.52] Street's disciple, my raps are trifle\n[00:27.28] I shoot slugs from my brain just like a rifle\n[00:29.79] Stampede the stage I leave the microphone split\n[00:32.30] Play Mr. Tuffy while I'm on some Pretty Tone shit\n[00:34.73] Verbal assassin my architect pleases\n[00:36.87] When I was twelve I went to hell for snuffin Jesus\n[00:39.36] Nasty Nas is a rebel to America\n[00:41.99] Police murderer, I'm causin hysteria\n[00:44.22] My troops roll up with a strange force\n[00:46.28] I was trapped in a cage and let out by the Main Source\n[00:48.78] Swimmin in women like a lifeguard\n[00:51.26] Put on a bulletproof, nigga, I strike hard\n[00:53.23] Kidnap the President's wife without a plan\n[00:55.83] And hangin niggaz like the Ku Klux Klan\n[00:57.94] I melt mics till the sound waves over\n[01:00.27] Before steppin to me you'd rather step to Jehovah\n[01:02.95] Slammin MC's on cement\n[01:04.99] Cause verbally, I'm iller than a AIDS patient\n[01:07.78] I move swift and uplift\n[01:09.63] Your mind shoot the gift when I riff in rhyme\n[01:12.16] Rappin sniper, speakin real words\n[01:14.40] My thoughts react, like Steven Spielberg's\n[01:16.97] Poetry attacks, paragraphs punch hard\n[01:19.18] My brain is insane, I'm out to lunch God\n[01:21.51] Science is dropped, my raps are toxic\n[01:23.87] My voicebox locks and excels like a rocket\n[01:25.80] Aiyyo it's like\n[01:26.95] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[01:29.14] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[01:31.85] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[01:33.57] And that's all!\n[01:34.97] Fatal\n[01:35.34] Fatal is merciful and they curse me\n[01:37.77] When I grip the mic I show no mercy\n[01:40.37] I got heart, I rip the party apart\n[01:42.28] From the seams and hem'up like bell-bottom jeans\n[01:44.73] But you get done, you get blues like 501\n[01:47.33] Brothers are live but I betcha I'm liver son\n[01:49.68] So let me get upon the scene and redeem\n[01:51.86] The dream of a team, and knock'em out like Mitch Green\n[01:54.32] Smoke some thai weed, flow at a high speed\n[01:56.87] Rap on off breaks stompin' like Northlakes\n[01:59.12] Cause I'm livin larger than the founders of Fendi\n[02:01.46] An Asiatic brother that many rappers envy\n[02:03.70] So round up your crew and entourage\n[02:05.97] And let the God Merciful just take charge\n[02:08.03] Aiyyo, it's like\n[02:08.76] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[02:10.16] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[02:12.71] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[02:15.00] And that's all!\n[02:17.23] Akinyele\n[02:17.63] Some of them said (said what?) that the Ak should quit\n[02:20.37] But I don't sweat it, cause I'm too big for that small shit\n[02:22.82] Like pigs when it comes to a showdown\n[02:25.13] Huff and puff but the Ak won't get blown down\n[02:27.34] Cause I come strong, rather than come at all and not be ready\n[02:30.23] That's what seperates me from the petty\n[02:32.69] MC's gas themselves by drinking too much getty\n[02:34.79] And get torn the fuck up like confetti\n[02:36.99] I'm rich and thick, your lyrics like Aunt jemimah\n[02:39.16] It doesn't take Keenan Ivory Wayans to know that I'ma\n[02:41.46] Get You Sucka, if you bite like a piranha\n[02:43.63] So save them preschool rhymes for the kids at Wonderama\n[02:46.24] Point blank, period, with no comma\n[02:48.34] Rhymes so dangerous, call for the homi-\n[02:50.52] Cide cause I knock'em dead even when I'm at my worst\n[02:53.07] The only future that lies ahead of them is the lights from the hearse\n[02:55.78] Got game like a crackhead\n[02:57.30] But don't be mislead, I keep rappers on lock like a dread\n[03:00.34] Knots in the head from the words that I said\n[03:02.40] So get a shovel and dig your grave cause the shit you talk is dead\n[03:04.67] Aiyyo, it's like\n[03:06.36] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[03:07.87] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[03:09.87] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[03:12.83] And that's all!\n[03:13.30] Large Professor\n[03:13.93] I grab up girls like jacks\n[03:16.60] Add'em on like tax, and I'm over like Hot Trax\n[03:19.42] As far as brothers are concerned a pressure cooker from start\n[03:22.03] To finish I diminish like a cuisinart\n[03:24.14] Secondly, I'm sick of critics, who's neckin' me\n[03:26.24] (Oooh he got an afro) yo, but I get dough\n[03:28.61] Why's my name the Large Professor?\n[03:30.96] Cause I milked your cow in other words I hit your heffer\n[03:33.28] Don't talk about how you can break Rambo\n[03:35.76] That's just a bunch of mamba-ja-hambo\n[03:38.09] Propaganda, save it for Savanda\n[03:40.37] Joe and Amanda, Zach and Alexandra\n[03:42.65] Don't let the folks around your way puff your head\n[03:45.08] Cause you'll be the owner of a hospital bed\n[03:47.34] I'll kick fire out your ass so fast\n[03:49.82] You'll be as crispy as my man Bill Blass\n[03:52.02] Aiyyo, it's like\n[03:53.18] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[03:54.17] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[03:57.34] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[03:59.76] And that's all!\n[04:00.95] It's like\n[04:01.54] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[04:03.60] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[04:06.16] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[04:08.61] And that's all!\n[04:10.77] It's like\n[04:11.13] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[04:13.08] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[04:15.41] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[04:17.44] And that's all!\n[04:19.92] It's like\n[04:20.81] Like that y'all (that y'all), like that y'all (that y'all)\n[04:23.36] Like that y'all (that y'all), like that y'all (that y'all)\n[04:25.17] Like that y'all (that y'all), like that y'all (that y'all)\n[04:26.95] Yo, and that's all!\n[04:29.61] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Live At The Barbeque\n  artist: Main Source\n  album: Top 1000 Hip-Hop & Rap Songs (1979-2009)\n  duration_ms: 275194\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Ahhhhhhhhhhh\n  start_ms: 3220\n  end_ms: 6410\n- text: Ohhhh ho!\n  start_ms: 6410\n  end_ms: 11490\n- text: Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho! It's like\n  start_ms: 11490\n  end_ms: 15710\n- text: That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  start_ms: 15710\n  end_ms: 18140\n- text: That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  start_ms: 18140\n  end_ms: 20670\n- text: That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  start_ms: 20670\n  end_ms: 23150\n- text: And that's all!\n  start_ms: 23150\n  end_ms: 24120\n- text: Nas\n  start_ms: 24120\n  end_ms: 24520\n- text: Street's disciple, my raps are trifle\n  start_ms: 24520\n  end_ms: 27280\n- text: I shoot slugs from my brain just like a rifle\n  start_ms: 27280\n  end_ms: 29790\n- text: Stampede the stage I leave the microphone split\n  start_ms: 29790\n  end_ms: 32300\n- text: Play Mr. Tuffy while I'm on some Pretty Tone shit\n  start_ms: 32300\n  end_ms: 34730\n- text: Verbal assassin my architect pleases\n  start_ms: 34730\n  end_ms: 36870\n- text: When I was twelve I went to hell for snuffin Jesus\n  start_ms: 36870\n  end_ms: 39360\n- text: Nasty Nas is a rebel to America\n  start_ms: 39360\n  end_ms: 41990\n- text: Police murderer, I'm causin hysteria\n  start_ms: 41990\n  end_ms: 44220\n- text: My troops roll up with a strange force\n  start_ms: 44220\n  end_ms: 46280\n- text: I was trapped in a cage and let out by the Main Source\n  start_ms: 46280\n  end_ms: 48780\n- text: Swimmin in women like a lifeguard\n  start_ms: 48780\n  end_ms: 51260\n- text: Put on a bulletproof, nigga, I strike hard\n  start_ms: 51260\n  end_ms: 53230\n- text: Kidnap the President's wife without a plan\n  start_ms: 53230\n  end_ms: 55830\n- text: And hangin niggaz like the Ku Klux Klan\n  start_ms: 55830\n  end_ms: 57940\n- text: I melt mics till the sound waves over\n  start_ms: 57940\n  end_ms: 60270\n- text: Before steppin to me you'd rather step to Jehovah\n  start_ms: 60270\n  end_ms: 62950\n- text: Slammin MC's on cement\n  start_ms: 62950\n  end_ms: 64990\n- text: Cause verbally, I'm iller than a AIDS patient\n  start_ms: 64990\n  end_ms: 67780\n- 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93570\n- text: And that's all!\n  start_ms: 93570\n  end_ms: 94970\n- text: Fatal\n  start_ms: 94970\n  end_ms: 95340\n- text: Fatal is merciful and they curse me\n  start_ms: 95340\n  end_ms: 97770\n- text: When I grip the mic I show no mercy\n  start_ms: 97770\n  end_ms: 100370\n- text: I got heart, I rip the party apart\n  start_ms: 100370\n  end_ms: 102280\n- text: From the seams and hem'up like bell-bottom jeans\n  start_ms: 102280\n  end_ms: 104730\n- text: But you get done, you get blues like 501\n  start_ms: 104730\n  end_ms: 107330\n- text: Brothers are live but I betcha I'm liver son\n  start_ms: 107330\n  end_ms: 109680\n- text: So let me get upon the scene and redeem\n  start_ms: 109680\n  end_ms: 111860\n- text: The dream of a team, and knock'em out like Mitch Green\n  start_ms: 111860\n  end_ms: 114320\n- text: Smoke some thai weed, flow at a high speed\n  start_ms: 114320\n  end_ms: 116870\n- text: Rap on off breaks stompin' like Northlakes\n  start_ms: 116870\n  end_ms: 119120\n- text: Cause I'm livin larger than the founders of Fendi\n  start_ms: 119120\n  end_ms: 121460\n- text: An Asiatic brother that many rappers envy\n  start_ms: 121460\n  end_ms: 123700\n- text: So round up your crew and entourage\n  start_ms: 123700\n  end_ms: 125970\n- text: And let the God Merciful just take charge\n  start_ms: 125970\n  end_ms: 128030\n- text: Aiyyo, it's like\n  start_ms: 128030\n  end_ms: 128760\n- text: That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  start_ms: 128760\n  end_ms: 130160\n- text: That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  start_ms: 130160\n  end_ms: 132710\n- text: That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  start_ms: 132710\n  end_ms: 135000\n- text: And that's all!\n  start_ms: 135000\n  end_ms: 137230\n- text: Akinyele\n  start_ms: 137230\n  end_ms: 137630\n- text: Some of them said (said what?) that the Ak should quit\n  start_ms: 137630\n  end_ms: 140370\n- text: But I don't sweat it, cause I'm too big for that small shit\n  start_ms: 140370\n  end_ms: 142820\n- text: Like pigs when it comes to a showdown\n  start_ms: 142820\n  end_ms: 145130\n- text: Huff and puff but the Ak won't get blown down\n  start_ms: 145130\n  end_ms: 147340\n- text: Cause I come strong, rather than come at all and not be ready\n  start_ms: 147340\n  end_ms: 150230\n- text: That's what seperates me from the petty\n  start_ms: 150230\n  end_ms: 152690\n- text: MC's gas themselves by drinking too much getty\n  start_ms: 152690\n  end_ms: 154790\n- text: And get torn the fuck up like confetti\n  start_ms: 154790\n  end_ms: 156990\n- text: I'm rich and thick, your lyrics like Aunt jemimah\n  start_ms: 156990\n  end_ms: 159160\n- text: It doesn't take Keenan Ivory Wayans to know that I'ma\n  start_ms: 159160\n  end_ms: 161460\n- text: Get You Sucka, if you bite like a piranha\n  start_ms: 161460\n  end_ms: 163630\n- text: So save them preschool rhymes for the kids at Wonderama\n  start_ms: 163630\n  end_ms: 166240\n- 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187870\n  end_ms: 189870\n- text: That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  start_ms: 189870\n  end_ms: 192830\n- text: And that's all!\n  start_ms: 192830\n  end_ms: 193300\n- text: Large Professor\n  start_ms: 193300\n  end_ms: 193930\n- text: I grab up girls like jacks\n  start_ms: 193930\n  end_ms: 196600\n- text: Add'em on like tax, and I'm over like Hot Trax\n  start_ms: 196600\n  end_ms: 199420\n- text: As far as brothers are concerned a pressure cooker from start\n  start_ms: 199420\n  end_ms: 202030\n- text: To finish I diminish like a cuisinart\n  start_ms: 202030\n  end_ms: 204140\n- text: Secondly, I'm sick of critics, who's neckin' me\n  start_ms: 204140\n  end_ms: 206240\n- text: (Oooh he got an afro) yo, but I get dough\n  start_ms: 206240\n  end_ms: 208610\n- text: Why's my name the Large Professor?\n  start_ms: 208610\n  end_ms: 210960\n- text: Cause I milked your cow in other words I hit your heffer\n  start_ms: 210960\n  end_ms: 213280\n- text: Don't talk about how you can break Rambo\n  start_ms: 213280\n  end_ms: 215760\n- text: That's just a bunch of mamba-ja-hambo\n  start_ms: 215760\n  end_ms: 218090\n- text: Propaganda, save it for Savanda\n  start_ms: 218090\n  end_ms: 220370\n- text: Joe and Amanda, Zach and Alexandra\n  start_ms: 220370\n  end_ms: 222650\n- text: Don't let the folks around your way puff your head\n  start_ms: 222650\n  end_ms: 225080\n- text: Cause you'll be the owner of a hospital bed\n  start_ms: 225080\n  end_ms: 227340\n- text: I'll kick fire out your ass so fast\n  start_ms: 227340\n  end_ms: 229820\n- text: You'll be as crispy as my man Bill Blass\n  start_ms: 229820\n  end_ms: 232020\n- text: Aiyyo, it's like\n  start_ms: 232020\n  end_ms: 233180\n- text: That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  start_ms: 233180\n  end_ms: 234170\n- text: That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  start_ms: 234170\n  end_ms: 237340\n- text: That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  start_ms: 237340\n  end_ms: 239760\n- text: And that's all!\n  start_ms: 239760\n  end_ms: 240950\n- text: It's like\n  start_ms: 240950\n  end_ms: 241540\n- text: That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  start_ms: 241540\n  end_ms: 243600\n- text: That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  start_ms: 243600\n  end_ms: 246160\n- text: That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  start_ms: 246160\n  end_ms: 248610\n- text: And that's all!\n  start_ms: 248610\n  end_ms: 250770\n- text: It's like\n  start_ms: 250770\n  end_ms: 251130\n- text: That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  start_ms: 251130\n  end_ms: 253080\n- text: That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  start_ms: 253080\n  end_ms: 255410\n- text: That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  start_ms: 255410\n  end_ms: 257440\n- text: And that's all!\n  start_ms: 257440\n  end_ms: 259920\n- text: It's like\n  start_ms: 259920\n  end_ms: 260810\n- text: Like that y'all (that y'all), like that y'all (that y'all)\n  start_ms: 260810\n  end_ms: 263360\n- text: Like that y'all (that y'all), like that y'all (that y'all)\n  start_ms: 263360\n  end_ms: 265170\n- text: Like that y'all (that y'all), like that y'all (that y'all)\n  start_ms: 265170\n  end_ms: 266950\n- text: Yo, and that's all!\n  start_ms: 266950\n  end_ms: 269610\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 269610\nplain: |-\n  Ahhhhhhhhhhh\n  Ohhhh ho!\n  Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho! It's like\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  And that's all!\n\n  Nas\n  Street's disciple, my raps are trifle\n  I shoot slugs from my brain just like a rifle\n  Stampede the stage I leave the microphone split\n  Play Mr. Tuffy while I'm on some Pretty Tone shit\n  Verbal assassin my architect pleases\n  When I was twelve I went to hell for snuffin Jesus\n  Nasty Nas is a rebel to America\n  Police murderer, I'm causin hysteria\n  My troops roll up with a strange force\n  I was trapped in a cage and let out by the Main Source\n  Swimmin in women like a lifeguard\n  Put on a bulletproof, nigga, I strike hard\n  Kidnap the President's wife without a plan\n  And hangin niggaz like the Ku Klux Klan\n  I melt mics till the sound waves over\n  Before steppin to me you'd rather step to Jehovah\n  Slammin MC's on cement\n  Cause verbally, I'm iller than a AIDS patient\n  I move swift and uplift\n  Your mind shoot the gift when I riff in rhyme\n  Rappin sniper, speakin real words\n  My thoughts react, like Steven Spielberg's\n  Poetry attacks, paragraphs punch hard\n  My brain is insane, I'm out to lunch God\n  Science is dropped, my raps are toxic\n  My voicebox locks and excels like a rocket\n\n  Aiyyo it's like\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  And that's all!\n\n  Fatal\n  Fatal is merciful and they curse me\n  When I grip the mic I show no mercy\n  I got heart, I rip the party apart\n  From the seams and hem'up like bell-bottom jeans\n  But you get done, you get blues like 501\n  Brothers are live but I betcha I'm liver son\n  So let me get upon the scene and redeem\n  The dream of a team, and knock'em out like Mitch Green\n  Smoke some thai weed, flow at a high speed\n  Rap on off breaks stompin' like Northlakes\n  Cause I'm livin larger than the founders of Fendi\n  An Asiatic brother that many rappers envy\n  So round up your crew and entourage\n  And let the God Merciful just take charge\n\n  Aiyyo, it's like\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  And that's all!\n\n  Akinyele\n  Some of them said (said what?) that the Ak should quit\n  But I don't sweat it, cause I'm too big for that small shit\n  Like pigs when it comes to a showdown\n  Huff and puff but the Ak won't get blown down\n  Cause I come strong, rather than come at all and not be ready\n  That's what seperates me from the petty\n  MC's gas themselves by drinking too much getty\n  And get torn the fuck up like confetti\n  I'm rich and thick, your lyrics like Aunt jemimah\n  It doesn't take Keenan Ivory Wayans to know that I'ma\n  Get You Sucka, if you bite like a piranha\n  So save them preschool rhymes for the kids at Wonderama\n  Point blank, period, with no comma\n  Rhymes so dangerous, call for the homi-\n  Cide cause I knock'em dead even when I'm at my worst\n  The only future that lies ahead of them is the lights from the hearse\n  Got game like a crackhead\n  But don't be mislead, I keep rappers on lock like a dread\n  Knots in the head from the words that I said\n  So get a shovel and dig your grave cause the shit you talk is dead\n\n  Aiyyo, it's like\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  And that's all!\n\n  Large Professor\n  I grab up girls like jacks\n  Add'em on like tax, and I'm over like Hot Trax\n  As far as brothers are concerned a pressure cooker from start\n  To finish I diminish like a cuisinart\n  Secondly, I'm sick of critics, who's neckin' me\n  (Oooh he got an afro) yo, but I get dough\n  Why's my name the Large Professor?\n  Cause I milked your cow in other words I hit your heffer\n  Don't talk about how you can break Rambo\n  That's just a bunch of mamba-ja-hambo\n  Propaganda, save it for Savanda\n  Joe and Amanda, Zach and Alexandra\n  Don't let the folks around your way puff your head\n  Cause you'll be the owner of a hospital bed\n  I'll kick fire out your ass so fast\n  You'll be as crispy as my man Bill Blass\n\n  Aiyyo, it's like\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  And that's all!\n\n  It's like\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  And that's all!\n\n  It's like\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  And that's all!\n\n  It's like\n  Like that y'all (that y'all), like that y'all (that y'all)\n  Like that y'all (that y'all), like that y'all (that y'all)\n  Like that y'all (that y'all), like that y'all (that y'all)\n  Yo, and that's all!\n"},{"id":24460869,"name":"Live at the Barbeque","trackName":"Live at the Barbeque","artistName":"Main Source","albumName":"Tommy Boy Presents: Hip Hop Essentials, Volume 12 (1979-1991)","duration":275.573333,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Ahhhhhhhhhhh\nOhhhh ho!\nHo! Ho! Ho! Ho! It's like\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nAnd that's all!\n\nNas\nStreet's disciple, my raps are trifle\nI shoot slugs from my brain just like a rifle\nStampede the stage I leave the microphone split\nPlay Mr. Tuffy while I'm on some Pretty Tone shit\nVerbal assassin my architect pleases\nWhen I was twelve I went to hell for snuffin Jesus\nNasty Nas is a rebel to America\nPolice murderer, I'm causin hysteria\nMy troops roll up with a strange force\nI was trapped in a cage and let out by the Main Source\nSwimmin in women like a lifeguard\nPut on a bulletproof, nigga, I strike hard\nKidnap the President's wife without a plan\nAnd hangin niggaz like the Ku Klux Klan\nI melt mics till the sound waves over\nBefore steppin to me you'd rather step to Jehovah\nSlammin MC's on cement\nCause verbally, I'm iller than a AIDS patient\nI move swift and uplift\nYour mind shoot the gift when I riff in rhyme\nRappin sniper, speakin real words\nMy thoughts react, like Steven Spielberg's\nPoetry attacks, paragraphs punch hard\nMy brain is insane, I'm out to lunch God\nScience is dropped, my raps are toxic\nMy voicebox locks and excels like a rocket\n\nAiyyo it's like\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nAnd that's all!\n\nFatal\nFatal is merciful and they curse me\nWhen I grip the mic I show no mercy\nI got heart, I rip the party apart\nFrom the seams and hem'up like bell-bottom jeans\nBut you get done, you get blues like 501\nBrothers are live but I betcha I'm liver son\nSo let me get upon the scene and redeem\nThe dream of a team, and knock'em out like Mitch Green\nSmoke some thai weed, flow at a high speed\nRap on off breaks stompin' like Northlakes\nCause I'm livin larger than the founders of Fendi\nAn Asiatic brother that many rappers envy\nSo round up your crew and entourage\nAnd let the God Merciful just take charge\n\nAiyyo, it's like\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nAnd that's all!\n\nAkinyele\nSome of them said (said what?) that the Ak should quit\nBut I don't sweat it, cause I'm too big for that small shit\nLike pigs when it comes to a showdown\nHuff and puff but the Ak won't get blown down\nCause I come strong, rather than come at all and not be ready\nThat's what seperates me from the petty\nMC's gas themselves by drinking too much getty\nAnd get torn the fuck up like confetti\nI'm rich and thick, your lyrics like Aunt jemimah\nIt doesn't take Keenan Ivory Wayans to know that I'ma\nGet You Sucka, if you bite like a piranha\nSo save them preschool rhymes for the kids at Wonderama\nPoint blank, period, with no comma\nRhymes so dangerous, call for the homi-\nCide cause I knock'em dead even when I'm at my worst\nThe only future that lies ahead of them is the lights from the hearse\nGot game like a crackhead\nBut don't be mislead, I keep rappers on lock like a dread\nKnots in the head from the words that I said\nSo get a shovel and dig your grave cause the shit you talk is dead\n\nAiyyo, it's like\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nAnd that's all!\n\nLarge Professor\nI grab up girls like jacks\nAdd'em on like tax, and I'm over like Hot Trax\nAs far as brothers are concerned a pressure cooker from start\nTo finish I diminish like a cuisinart\nSecondly, I'm sick of critics, who's neckin' me\n(Oooh he got an afro) yo, but I get dough\nWhy's my name the Large Professor?\nCause I milked your cow in other words I hit your heffer\nDon't talk about how you can break Rambo\nThat's just a bunch of mamba-ja-hambo\nPropaganda, save it for Savanda\nJoe and Amanda, Zach and Alexandra\nDon't let the folks around your way puff your head\nCause you'll be the owner of a hospital bed\nI'll kick fire out your ass so fast\nYou'll be as crispy as my man Bill Blass\n\nAiyyo, it's like\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nAnd that's all!\n\nIt's like\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nAnd that's all!\n\nIt's like\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nAnd that's all!\n\nIt's like\nLike that y'all (that y'all), like that y'all (that y'all)\nLike that y'all (that y'all), like that y'all (that y'all)\nLike that y'all (that y'all), like that y'all (that y'all)\nYo, and that's all!","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.22] Ahhhhhhhhhhh\n[00:06.41] Ohhhh ho!\n[00:11.49] Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho! It's like\n[00:15.71] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[00:18.14] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[00:20.67] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[00:23.15] And that's all!\n[00:24.12] Nas\n[00:24.52] Street's disciple, my raps are trifle\n[00:27.28] I shoot slugs from my brain just like a rifle\n[00:29.79] Stampede the stage I leave the microphone split\n[00:32.30] Play Mr. Tuffy while I'm on some Pretty Tone shit\n[00:34.73] Verbal assassin my architect pleases\n[00:36.87] When I was twelve I went to hell for snuffin Jesus\n[00:39.36] Nasty Nas is a rebel to America\n[00:41.99] Police murderer, I'm causin hysteria\n[00:44.22] My troops roll up with a strange force\n[00:46.28] I was trapped in a cage and let out by the Main Source\n[00:48.78] Swimmin in women like a lifeguard\n[00:51.26] Put on a bulletproof, nigga, I strike hard\n[00:53.23] Kidnap the President's wife without a plan\n[00:55.83] And hangin niggaz like the Ku Klux Klan\n[00:57.94] I melt mics till the sound waves over\n[01:00.27] Before steppin to me you'd rather step to Jehovah\n[01:02.95] Slammin MC's on cement\n[01:04.99] Cause verbally, I'm iller than a AIDS patient\n[01:07.78] I move swift and uplift\n[01:09.63] Your mind shoot the gift when I riff in rhyme\n[01:12.16] Rappin sniper, speakin real words\n[01:14.40] My thoughts react, like Steven Spielberg's\n[01:16.97] Poetry attacks, paragraphs punch hard\n[01:19.18] My brain is insane, I'm out to lunch God\n[01:21.51] Science is dropped, my raps are toxic\n[01:23.87] My voicebox locks and excels like a rocket\n[01:25.80] Aiyyo it's like\n[01:26.95] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[01:29.14] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[01:31.85] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[01:33.57] And that's all!\n[01:34.97] Fatal\n[01:35.34] Fatal is merciful and they curse me\n[01:37.77] When I grip the mic I show no mercy\n[01:40.37] I got heart, I rip the party apart\n[01:42.28] From the seams and hem'up like bell-bottom jeans\n[01:44.73] But you get done, you get blues like 501\n[01:47.33] Brothers are live but I betcha I'm liver son\n[01:49.68] So let me get upon the scene and redeem\n[01:51.86] The dream of a team, and knock'em out like Mitch Green\n[01:54.32] Smoke some thai weed, flow at a high speed\n[01:56.87] Rap on off breaks stompin' like Northlakes\n[01:59.12] Cause I'm livin larger than the founders of Fendi\n[02:01.46] An Asiatic brother that many rappers envy\n[02:03.70] So round up your crew and entourage\n[02:05.97] And let the God Merciful just take charge\n[02:08.03] Aiyyo, it's like\n[02:08.76] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[02:10.16] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[02:12.71] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[02:15.00] And that's all!\n[02:17.23] Akinyele\n[02:17.63] Some of them said (said what?) that the Ak should quit\n[02:20.37] But I don't sweat it, cause I'm too big for that small shit\n[02:22.82] Like pigs when it comes to a showdown\n[02:25.13] Huff and puff but the Ak won't get blown down\n[02:27.34] Cause I come strong, rather than come at all and not be ready\n[02:30.23] That's what seperates me from the petty\n[02:32.69] MC's gas themselves by drinking too much getty\n[02:34.79] And get torn the fuck up like confetti\n[02:36.99] I'm rich and thick, your lyrics like Aunt jemimah\n[02:39.16] It doesn't take Keenan Ivory Wayans to know that I'ma\n[02:41.46] Get You Sucka, if you bite like a piranha\n[02:43.63] So save them preschool rhymes for the kids at Wonderama\n[02:46.24] Point blank, period, with no comma\n[02:48.34] Rhymes so dangerous, call for the homi-\n[02:50.52] Cide cause I knock'em dead even when I'm at my worst\n[02:53.07] The only future that lies ahead of them is the lights from the hearse\n[02:55.78] Got game like a crackhead\n[02:57.30] But don't be mislead, I keep rappers on lock like a dread\n[03:00.34] Knots in the head from the words that I said\n[03:02.40] So get a shovel and dig your grave cause the shit you talk is dead\n[03:04.67] Aiyyo, it's like\n[03:06.36] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[03:07.87] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[03:09.87] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[03:12.83] And that's all!\n[03:13.30] Large Professor\n[03:13.93] I grab up girls like jacks\n[03:16.60] Add'em on like tax, and I'm over like Hot Trax\n[03:19.42] As far as brothers are concerned a pressure cooker from start\n[03:22.03] To finish I diminish like a cuisinart\n[03:24.14] Secondly, I'm sick of critics, who's neckin' me\n[03:26.24] (Oooh he got an afro) yo, but I get dough\n[03:28.61] Why's my name the Large Professor?\n[03:30.96] Cause I milked your cow in other words I hit your heffer\n[03:33.28] Don't talk about how you can break Rambo\n[03:35.76] That's just a bunch of mamba-ja-hambo\n[03:38.09] Propaganda, save it for Savanda\n[03:40.37] Joe and Amanda, Zach and Alexandra\n[03:42.65] Don't let the folks around your way puff your head\n[03:45.08] Cause you'll be the owner of a hospital bed\n[03:47.34] I'll kick fire out your ass so fast\n[03:49.82] You'll be as crispy as my man Bill Blass\n[03:52.02] Aiyyo, it's like\n[03:53.18] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[03:54.17] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[03:57.34] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[03:59.76] And that's all!\n[04:00.95] It's like\n[04:01.54] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[04:03.60] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[04:06.16] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[04:08.61] And that's all!\n[04:10.77] It's like\n[04:11.13] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[04:13.08] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[04:15.41] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[04:17.44] And that's all!\n[04:19.92] It's like\n[04:20.81] Like that y'all (that y'all), like that y'all (that y'all)\n[04:23.36] Like that y'all (that y'all), like that y'all (that y'all)\n[04:25.17] Like that y'all (that y'all), like that y'all (that y'all)\n[04:26.95] Yo, and that's all!\n[04:29.61] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Live at the Barbeque\n  artist: Main Source\n  album: 'Tommy Boy Presents: Hip Hop Essentials, Volume 12 (1979-1991)'\n  duration_ms: 275573\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Ahhhhhhhhhhh\n  start_ms: 3220\n  end_ms: 6410\n- text: Ohhhh ho!\n  start_ms: 6410\n  end_ms: 11490\n- text: Ho! 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187870\n  end_ms: 189870\n- text: That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  start_ms: 189870\n  end_ms: 192830\n- text: And that's all!\n  start_ms: 192830\n  end_ms: 193300\n- text: Large Professor\n  start_ms: 193300\n  end_ms: 193930\n- text: I grab up girls like jacks\n  start_ms: 193930\n  end_ms: 196600\n- text: Add'em on like tax, and I'm over like Hot Trax\n  start_ms: 196600\n  end_ms: 199420\n- text: As far as brothers are concerned a pressure cooker from start\n  start_ms: 199420\n  end_ms: 202030\n- text: To finish I diminish like a cuisinart\n  start_ms: 202030\n  end_ms: 204140\n- text: Secondly, I'm sick of critics, who's neckin' me\n  start_ms: 204140\n  end_ms: 206240\n- text: (Oooh he got an afro) yo, but I get dough\n  start_ms: 206240\n  end_ms: 208610\n- text: Why's my name the Large Professor?\n  start_ms: 208610\n  end_ms: 210960\n- text: Cause I milked your cow in other words I hit your heffer\n  start_ms: 210960\n  end_ms: 213280\n- text: Don't talk 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237340\n  end_ms: 239760\n- text: And that's all!\n  start_ms: 239760\n  end_ms: 240950\n- text: It's like\n  start_ms: 240950\n  end_ms: 241540\n- text: That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  start_ms: 241540\n  end_ms: 243600\n- text: That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  start_ms: 243600\n  end_ms: 246160\n- text: That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  start_ms: 246160\n  end_ms: 248610\n- text: And that's all!\n  start_ms: 248610\n  end_ms: 250770\n- text: It's like\n  start_ms: 250770\n  end_ms: 251130\n- text: That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  start_ms: 251130\n  end_ms: 253080\n- text: That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  start_ms: 253080\n  end_ms: 255410\n- text: That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  start_ms: 255410\n  end_ms: 257440\n- text: And that's all!\n  start_ms: 257440\n  end_ms: 259920\n- text: It's like\n  start_ms: 259920\n  end_ms: 260810\n- text: Like that y'all (that y'all), 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Ho! Ho! Ho! It's like\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  And that's all!\n\n  Nas\n  Street's disciple, my raps are trifle\n  I shoot slugs from my brain just like a rifle\n  Stampede the stage I leave the microphone split\n  Play Mr. Tuffy while I'm on some Pretty Tone shit\n  Verbal assassin my architect pleases\n  When I was twelve I went to hell for snuffin Jesus\n  Nasty Nas is a rebel to America\n  Police murderer, I'm causin hysteria\n  My troops roll up with a strange force\n  I was trapped in a cage and let out by the Main Source\n  Swimmin in women like a lifeguard\n  Put on a bulletproof, nigga, I strike hard\n  Kidnap the President's wife without a plan\n  And hangin niggaz like the Ku Klux Klan\n  I melt mics till the sound waves over\n  Before steppin to me you'd rather step to Jehovah\n  Slammin MC's on cement\n  Cause verbally, I'm iller than a AIDS patient\n  I move swift and uplift\n  Your mind shoot the gift when I riff in rhyme\n  Rappin sniper, speakin real words\n  My thoughts react, like Steven Spielberg's\n  Poetry attacks, paragraphs punch hard\n  My brain is insane, I'm out to lunch God\n  Science is dropped, my raps are toxic\n  My voicebox locks and excels like a rocket\n\n  Aiyyo it's like\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  And that's all!\n\n  Fatal\n  Fatal is merciful and they curse me\n  When I grip the mic I show no mercy\n  I got heart, I rip the party apart\n  From the seams and hem'up like bell-bottom jeans\n  But you get done, you get blues like 501\n  Brothers are live but I betcha I'm liver son\n  So let me get upon the scene and redeem\n  The dream of a team, and knock'em out like Mitch Green\n  Smoke some thai weed, flow at a high speed\n  Rap on off breaks stompin' like Northlakes\n  Cause I'm livin larger than the founders of Fendi\n  An Asiatic brother that many rappers envy\n  So round up your crew and entourage\n  And let the God Merciful just take charge\n\n  Aiyyo, it's like\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  And that's all!\n\n  Akinyele\n  Some of them said (said what?) that the Ak should quit\n  But I don't sweat it, cause I'm too big for that small shit\n  Like pigs when it comes to a showdown\n  Huff and puff but the Ak won't get blown down\n  Cause I come strong, rather than come at all and not be ready\n  That's what seperates me from the petty\n  MC's gas themselves by drinking too much getty\n  And get torn the fuck up like confetti\n  I'm rich and thick, your lyrics like Aunt jemimah\n  It doesn't take Keenan Ivory Wayans to know that I'ma\n  Get You Sucka, if you bite like a piranha\n  So save them preschool rhymes for the kids at Wonderama\n  Point blank, period, with no comma\n  Rhymes so dangerous, call for the homi-\n  Cide cause I knock'em dead even when I'm at my worst\n  The only future that lies ahead of them is the lights from the hearse\n  Got game like a crackhead\n  But don't be mislead, I keep rappers on lock like a dread\n  Knots in the head from the words that I said\n  So get a shovel and dig your grave cause the shit you talk is dead\n\n  Aiyyo, it's like\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  And that's all!\n\n  Large Professor\n  I grab up girls like jacks\n  Add'em on like tax, and I'm over like Hot Trax\n  As far as brothers are concerned a pressure cooker from start\n  To finish I diminish like a cuisinart\n  Secondly, I'm sick of critics, who's neckin' me\n  (Oooh he got an afro) yo, but I get dough\n  Why's my name the Large Professor?\n  Cause I milked your cow in other words I hit your heffer\n  Don't talk about how you can break Rambo\n  That's just a bunch of mamba-ja-hambo\n  Propaganda, save it for Savanda\n  Joe and Amanda, Zach and Alexandra\n  Don't let the folks around your way puff your head\n  Cause you'll be the owner of a hospital bed\n  I'll kick fire out your ass so fast\n  You'll be as crispy as my man Bill Blass\n\n  Aiyyo, it's like\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  And that's all!\n\n  It's like\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  And that's all!\n\n  It's like\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  And that's all!\n\n  It's like\n  Like that y'all (that y'all), like that y'all (that y'all)\n  Like that y'all (that y'all), like that y'all (that y'all)\n  Like that y'all (that y'all), like that y'all (that y'all)\n  Yo, and that's all!\n"},{"id":9511576,"name":"Live At The Barbeque","trackName":"Live At The Barbeque","artistName":"Main Source","albumName":"Greatest Hip Hop Singles 1991","duration":275.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Fuck\nOh, oh, oh, oh\nCheck it out\n\nIt's like that y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\nThat y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\nThat y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\nAnd that's all!\n\nStreet's disciple, my raps are trifle\nI shoot slugs from my brain, just like a rifle\nStampede the stage, I leave the microphone split\nPlay Mr. Tuffy while I'm on some Pretty Tone shit\n\nVerbal assassin, my architect pleases\nWhen I was 12, I went to Hell for snuffin' Jesus\nNasty Nas is a rebel to America\nPolice murderer, I'm causin' hysteria\n\nMy troops roll up 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ready\nThat's what separates me from the petty\nMCs gas themselves by drinkin' too much Getty\nAnd get torn the fuck up like confetti\n\nI'm rich and thick in lyrics like Aunt Jemima\nIt doesn't take Keenan Ivory Wayans to know that I'ma-\nGet you, sucker, if you bite like a piranha\nSo save them preschool rhymes for the kids at Wonderama\n\nPoint-blank, period, with no comma\nRhymes so dangerous, call for the homicide\n'Cause I knock 'em dead, even when I'm at my worst\nThe only future that lies ahead of them is the lights from the hearse\n\nGot game like a crackhead, but don't be misled\nI keep rappers on lock like a dread\nKnots in the head from the words that I said\nSo get a shovel and dig your grave, 'cause the shit you talk is dead\n\nAyo, it's like that y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\nThat y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\nThat y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\nAnd that's all!\n\nI grab up girls like jacks\nAdd 'em on like tax, and I'm 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y'all!)\nAnd that's all!\n\nIt's like that y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\nThat y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\nThat y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\nAnd that's all!","syncedLyrics":"[00:04.24] Fuck\n[00:06.43] Oh, oh, oh, oh\n[00:14.23] Check it out\n[00:15.11] It's like that y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\n[00:17.94] That y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\n[00:20.39] That y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\n[00:23.31] And that's all!\n[00:24.98] Street's disciple, my raps are trifle\n[00:27.38] I shoot slugs from my brain, just like a rifle\n[00:29.65] Stampede the stage, I leave the microphone split\n[00:32.24] Play Mr. Tuffy while I'm on some Pretty Tone shit\n[00:34.59] Verbal assassin, my architect pleases\n[00:36.75] When I was 12, I went to Hell for snuffin' Jesus\n[00:39.41] Nasty Nas is a rebel to America\n[00:41.69] Police murderer, I'm causin' hysteria\n[00:44.35] My troops roll up with a strange force\n[00:46.02] I was trapped in a cage and let out by the Main Source\n[00:49.13] Swimmin' in women like a lifeguard\n[00:51.05] But on a bulletproof, nigga, I strike hard\n[00:53.28] Kidnap the president's wife without a plan\n[00:55.74] And hangin' niggas like the Ku Klux Klan\n[00:57.98] I melt mics 'til the soundwave's over\n[01:00.24] Before steppin' to me, you'd rather step to Jehovah\n[01:03.25] Slammin' MCs on cement\n[01:04.89] 'Cause verbally, I'm iller than a AIDS patient\n[01:07.99] I move swift and uplift your mind\n[01:09.96] Shoot the gift when I riff and rhyme\n[01:12.04] Rappin' sniper, speakin' real words\n[01:14.32] My thoughts react like Steven Spielberg's\n[01:16.84] Poetry attacks, paragraphs punch hard\n[01:19.06] My brain is insane, I'm out to lunch, God\n[01:21.45] Science is dropped, my raps are toxic\n[01:23.86] My voicebox locks and excels like a rocket\n[01:25.80] It's like that y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\n[01:28.56] That y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\n[01:30.91] That y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\n[01:34.19] And that's all!\n[01:35.57] Fatal is merciful and they curse me\n[01:37.69] When I grip the mic, I show no mercy\n[01:40.18] I got heart, I rip the party apart from the seams\n[01:42.82] And hem 'em up like bell-bottom jeans\n[01:44.62] But you get done, you get blues like 501\n[01:47.47] Brothers are live, but I bet you I'm liver, son\n[01:49.56] So let me get upon the scene and redeem the dream of a team\n[01:52.74] And knock 'em out like Mitch Green\n[01:54.27] Smoke some Thai weed, flow at a high speed\n[01:56.62] Rap on off-breaks, stompin' like Northlakes\n[01:59.07] 'Cause I'm livin' larger than the founders of Fendi\n[02:01.39] And Asiatic brothers that many rappers envy\n[02:03.66] So round up your crew and entourage\n[02:05.75] And let the God Merciful just take charge\n[02:08.13] It's like that y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\n[02:10.94] That y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\n[02:13.21] That y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\n[02:16.49] And that's all!\n[02:17.34] Some of them said (said what?) that the Ak' should quit\n[02:19.99] But I don't sweat it, 'cause I'm too big for that small shit\n[02:22.93] Like pigs, when it comes to a showdown\n[02:25.09] Huff and puff, but the Ak' won't get blown down\n[02:27.31] 'Cause I come strong, rather than come at all and not be ready\n[02:30.37] That's what separates me from the petty\n[02:32.55] MCs gas themselves by drinkin' too much Getty\n[02:34.77] And get torn the fuck up like confetti\n[02:37.02] I'm rich and thick in lyrics like Aunt Jemima\n[02:39.15] It doesn't take Keenan Ivory Wayans to know that I'ma-\n[02:41.43] Get you, sucker, if you bite like a piranha\n[02:43.62] So save them preschool rhymes for the kids at Wonderama\n[02:46.44] Point-blank, period, with no comma\n[02:48.51] Rhymes so dangerous, call for the homicide\n[02:51.01] 'Cause I knock 'em dead, even when I'm at my worst\n[02:52.92] The only future that lies ahead of them is the lights from the hearse\n[02:55.82] Got game like a crackhead, but don't be misled\n[02:58.23] I keep rappers on lock like a dread\n[03:00.29] Knots in the head from the words that I said\n[03:02.38] So get a shovel and dig your grave, 'cause the shit you talk is dead\n[03:04.18] Ayo, it's like that y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\n[03:07.46] That y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\n[03:09.70] That y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\n[03:12.83] And that's all!\n[03:14.95] I grab up girls like jacks\n[03:16.67] Add 'em on like tax, and I'm over like Hot Trax\n[03:19.40] As far as brothers are concerned, I pressure-cook 'em from start-\n[03:22.08] To finish, I diminish like a Cuisinart\n[03:23.81] Secondly, I'm sick of critics who's neckin' me\n[03:26.19] (Ooh, he got an afro!) Yo, but I got dough\n[03:28.76] Why's my name \"The Large Professor?\"\n[03:30.84] 'Cause I milked your cow; in other words, I hit your heifer\n[03:33.49] Don't talk about how you can break Rambo\n[03:35.99] That's just a bunch of mamba-ja-hambo\n[03:38.13] Propaganda, save it for Savan-da\n[03:40.11] Joe and Amanda, Zach and Alexandra\n[03:42.86] Don't let the folks around your way puff your head\n[03:44.99] 'Cause you'll be the owner of a hospital bed\n[03:47.57] I'll kick fire out your ass so fast\n[03:49.89] You'll be as crispy as my man, Bill Blass\n[03:51.14] Ayo, it's like that y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\n[03:54.41] That y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\n[03:56.81] That y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\n[03:59.90] And that's all!\n[04:01.11] It's like that y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\n[04:03.93] That y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\n[04:06.21] That y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\n[04:09.33] And that's all!\n[04:10.66] It's like that y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\n[04:13.30] That y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\n[04:15.73] That y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\n[04:18.82] And that's all!\n[04:20.16] It's like that y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\n[04:22.62] That y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\n[04:25.07] That y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\n[04:28.21] And that's all!\n[04:28.90] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Live At The Barbeque\n  artist: Main Source\n  album: Greatest Hip Hop Singles 1991\n  duration_ms: 275000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Fuck\n  start_ms: 4240\n  end_ms: 6430\n- text: Oh, oh, oh, oh\n  start_ms: 6430\n  end_ms: 14230\n- text: Check it out\n  start_ms: 14230\n  end_ms: 15110\n- text: It's like that y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)\n  start_ms: 15110\n  end_ms: 17940\n- text: That y'all (that y'all!), 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It's like\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nAnd that's all!\n\nNas\nStreet's disciple, my raps are trifle\nI shoot slugs from my brain just like a rifle\nStampede the stage I leave the microphone split\nPlay Mr. Tuffy while I'm on some Pretty Tone shit\nVerbal assassin my architect pleases\nWhen I was twelve I went to hell for snuffin Jesus\nNasty Nas is a rebel to America\nPolice murderer, I'm causin hysteria\nMy troops roll up with a strange force\nI was trapped in a cage and let out by the Main Source\nSwimmin in women like a lifeguard\nPut on a bulletproof, nigga, I strike hard\nKidnap the President's wife without a plan\nAnd hangin niggaz like the Ku Klux Klan\nI melt mics till the sound waves over\nBefore steppin to me you'd rather step to Jehovah\nSlammin MC's on cement\nCause verbally, I'm iller than a AIDS patient\nI move swift and uplift\nYour mind shoot the gift when I riff in rhyme\nRappin sniper, speakin real words\nMy thoughts react, like Steven Spielberg's\nPoetry attacks, paragraphs punch hard\nMy brain is insane, I'm out to lunch God\nScience is dropped, my raps are toxic\nMy voicebox locks and excels like a rocket\n\nAiyyo it's like\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nAnd that's all!\n\nFatal\nFatal is merciful and they curse me\nWhen I grip the mic I show no mercy\nI got heart, I rip the party apart\nFrom the seams and hem'up like bell-bottom jeans\nBut you get done, you get blues like 501\nBrothers are live but I betcha I'm liver son\nSo let me get upon the scene and redeem\nThe dream of a team, and knock'em out like Mitch Green\nSmoke some thai weed, flow at a high speed\nRap on off breaks stompin' like Northlakes\nCause I'm livin larger than the founders of Fendi\nAn Asiatic brother that many rappers envy\nSo round up your crew and entourage\nAnd let the God Merciful just take charge\n\nAiyyo, it's like\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nAnd that's all!\n\nAkinyele\nSome of them said (said what?) that the Ak should quit\nBut I don't sweat it, cause I'm too big for that small shit\nLike pigs when it comes to a showdown\nHuff and puff but the Ak won't get blown down\nCause I come strong, rather than come at all and not be ready\nThat's what seperates me from the petty\nMC's gas themselves by drinking too much getty\nAnd get torn the fuck up like confetti\nI'm rich and thick, your lyrics like Aunt jemimah\nIt doesn't take Keenan Ivory Wayans to know that I'ma\nGet You Sucka, if you bite like a piranha\nSo save them preschool rhymes for the kids at Wonderama\nPoint blank, period, with no comma\nRhymes so dangerous, call for the homi-\nCide cause I knock'em dead even when I'm at my worst\nThe only future that lies ahead of them is the lights from the hearse\nGot game like a crackhead\nBut don't be mislead, I keep rappers on lock like a dread\nKnots in the head from the words that I said\nSo get a shovel and dig your grave cause the shit you talk is dead\n\nAiyyo, it's like\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nAnd that's all!\n\nLarge Professor\nI grab up girls like jacks\nAdd'em on like tax, and I'm over like Hot Trax\nAs far as brothers are concerned a pressure cooker from start\nTo finish I diminish like a cuisinart\nSecondly, I'm sick of critics, who's neckin' me\n(Oooh he got an afro) yo, but I get dough\nWhy's my name the Large Professor?\nCause I milked your cow in other words I hit your heffer\nDon't talk about how you can break Rambo\nThat's just a bunch of mamba-ja-hambo\nPropaganda, save it for Savanda\nJoe and Amanda, Zach and Alexandra\nDon't let the folks around your way puff your head\nCause you'll be the owner of a hospital bed\nI'll kick fire out your ass so fast\nYou'll be as crispy as my man Bill Blass\n\nAiyyo, it's like\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nAnd that's all!\n\nIt's like\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nAnd that's all!\n\nIt's like\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nAnd that's all!\n\nIt's like\nLike that y'all (that y'all), like that y'all (that y'all)\nLike that y'all (that y'all), like that y'all (that y'all)\nLike that y'all (that y'all), like that y'all (that y'all)\nYo, and that's all!","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.22] Ahhhhhhhhhhh\n[00:06.41] Ohhhh ho!\n[00:11.49] Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho! It's like\n[00:15.71] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[00:18.14] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[00:20.67] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[00:23.15] And that's all!\n[00:24.12] Nas\n[00:24.52] Street's disciple, my raps are trifle\n[00:27.28] I shoot slugs from my brain just like a rifle\n[00:29.79] Stampede the stage I leave the microphone split\n[00:32.30] Play Mr. Tuffy while I'm on some Pretty Tone shit\n[00:34.73] Verbal assassin my architect pleases\n[00:36.87] When I was twelve I went to hell for snuffin Jesus\n[00:39.36] Nasty Nas is a rebel to America\n[00:41.99] Police murderer, I'm causin hysteria\n[00:44.22] My troops roll up with a strange force\n[00:46.28] I was trapped in a cage and let out by the Main Source\n[00:48.78] Swimmin in women like a lifeguard\n[00:51.26] Put on a bulletproof, nigga, I strike hard\n[00:53.23] Kidnap the President's wife without a plan\n[00:55.83] And hangin niggaz like the Ku Klux Klan\n[00:57.94] I melt mics till the sound waves over\n[01:00.27] Before steppin to me you'd rather step to Jehovah\n[01:02.95] Slammin MC's on cement\n[01:04.99] Cause verbally, I'm iller than a AIDS patient\n[01:07.78] I move swift and uplift\n[01:09.63] Your mind shoot the gift when I riff in rhyme\n[01:12.16] Rappin sniper, speakin real words\n[01:14.40] My thoughts react, like Steven Spielberg's\n[01:16.97] Poetry attacks, paragraphs punch hard\n[01:19.18] My brain is insane, I'm out to lunch God\n[01:21.51] Science is dropped, my raps are toxic\n[01:23.87] My voicebox locks and excels like a rocket\n[01:25.80] Aiyyo it's like\n[01:26.95] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[01:29.14] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[01:31.85] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[01:33.57] And that's all!\n[01:34.97] Fatal\n[01:35.34] Fatal is merciful and they curse me\n[01:37.77] When I grip the mic I show no mercy\n[01:40.37] I got heart, I rip the party apart\n[01:42.28] From the seams and hem'up like bell-bottom jeans\n[01:44.73] But you get done, you get blues like 501\n[01:47.33] Brothers are live but I betcha I'm liver son\n[01:49.68] So let me get upon the scene and redeem\n[01:51.86] The dream of a team, and knock'em out like Mitch Green\n[01:54.32] Smoke some thai weed, flow at a high speed\n[01:56.87] Rap on off breaks stompin' like Northlakes\n[01:59.12] Cause I'm livin larger than the founders of Fendi\n[02:01.46] An Asiatic brother that many rappers envy\n[02:03.70] So round up your crew and entourage\n[02:05.97] And let the God Merciful just take charge\n[02:08.03] Aiyyo, it's like\n[02:08.76] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[02:10.16] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[02:12.71] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[02:15.00] And that's all!\n[02:17.23] Akinyele\n[02:17.63] Some of them said (said what?) that the Ak should quit\n[02:20.37] But I don't sweat it, cause I'm too big for that small shit\n[02:22.82] Like pigs when it comes to a showdown\n[02:25.13] Huff and puff but the Ak won't get blown down\n[02:27.34] Cause I come strong, rather than come at all and not be ready\n[02:30.23] That's what seperates me from the petty\n[02:32.69] MC's gas themselves by drinking too much getty\n[02:34.79] And get torn the fuck up like confetti\n[02:36.99] I'm rich and thick, your lyrics like Aunt jemimah\n[02:39.16] It doesn't take Keenan Ivory Wayans to know that I'ma\n[02:41.46] Get You Sucka, if you bite like a piranha\n[02:43.63] So save them preschool rhymes for the kids at Wonderama\n[02:46.24] Point blank, period, with no comma\n[02:48.34] Rhymes so dangerous, call for the homi-\n[02:50.52] Cide cause I knock'em dead even when I'm at my worst\n[02:53.07] The only future that lies ahead of them is the lights from the hearse\n[02:55.78] Got game like a crackhead\n[02:57.30] But don't be mislead, I keep rappers on lock like a dread\n[03:00.34] Knots in the head from the words that I said\n[03:02.40] So get a shovel and dig your grave cause the shit you talk is dead\n[03:04.67] Aiyyo, it's like\n[03:06.36] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[03:07.87] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[03:09.87] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[03:12.83] And that's all!\n[03:13.30] Large Professor\n[03:13.93] I grab up girls like jacks\n[03:16.60] Add'em on like tax, and I'm over like Hot Trax\n[03:19.42] As far as brothers are concerned a pressure cooker from start\n[03:22.03] To finish I diminish like a cuisinart\n[03:24.14] Secondly, I'm sick of critics, who's neckin' me\n[03:26.24] (Oooh he got an afro) yo, but I get dough\n[03:28.61] Why's my name the Large Professor?\n[03:30.96] Cause I milked your cow in other words I hit your heffer\n[03:33.28] Don't talk about how you can break Rambo\n[03:35.76] That's just a bunch of mamba-ja-hambo\n[03:38.09] Propaganda, save it for Savanda\n[03:40.37] Joe and Amanda, Zach and Alexandra\n[03:42.65] Don't let the folks around your way puff your head\n[03:45.08] Cause you'll be the owner of a hospital bed\n[03:47.34] I'll kick fire out your ass so fast\n[03:49.82] You'll be as crispy as my man Bill Blass\n[03:52.02] Aiyyo, it's like\n[03:53.18] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[03:54.17] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[03:57.34] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[03:59.76] And that's all!\n[04:00.95] It's like\n[04:01.54] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[04:03.60] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[04:06.16] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[04:08.61] And that's all!\n[04:10.77] It's like\n[04:11.13] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[04:13.08] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[04:15.41] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[04:17.44] And that's all!\n[04:19.92] It's like\n[04:20.81] Like that y'all (that y'all), like that y'all (that y'all)\n[04:23.36] Like that y'all (that y'all), like that y'all (that y'all)\n[04:25.17] Like that y'all (that y'all), like that y'all (that y'all)\n[04:26.95] Yo, and that's all!\n[04:29.61] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: live at the barbeque\n  artist: main source\n  album: wild pitch classics\n  duration_ms: 277000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Ahhhhhhhhhhh\n  start_ms: 3220\n  end_ms: 6410\n- text: Ohhhh ho!\n  start_ms: 6410\n  end_ms: 11490\n- text: Ho! 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text: Point blank, period, with no comma\n  start_ms: 166240\n  end_ms: 168340\n- text: Rhymes so dangerous, call for the homi-\n  start_ms: 168340\n  end_ms: 170520\n- text: Cide cause I knock'em dead even when I'm at my worst\n  start_ms: 170520\n  end_ms: 173070\n- text: The only future that lies ahead of them is the lights from the hearse\n  start_ms: 173070\n  end_ms: 175780\n- text: Got game like a crackhead\n  start_ms: 175780\n  end_ms: 177300\n- text: But don't be mislead, I keep rappers on lock like a dread\n  start_ms: 177300\n  end_ms: 180340\n- text: Knots in the head from the words that I said\n  start_ms: 180340\n  end_ms: 182400\n- text: So get a shovel and dig your grave cause the shit you talk is dead\n  start_ms: 182400\n  end_ms: 184670\n- text: Aiyyo, it's like\n  start_ms: 184670\n  end_ms: 186360\n- text: That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  start_ms: 186360\n  end_ms: 187870\n- text: That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  start_ms: 187870\n  end_ms: 189870\n- text: That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  start_ms: 189870\n  end_ms: 192830\n- text: And that's all!\n  start_ms: 192830\n  end_ms: 193300\n- text: Large Professor\n  start_ms: 193300\n  end_ms: 193930\n- text: I grab up girls like jacks\n  start_ms: 193930\n  end_ms: 196600\n- text: Add'em on like tax, and I'm over like Hot Trax\n  start_ms: 196600\n  end_ms: 199420\n- text: As far as brothers are concerned a pressure cooker from start\n  start_ms: 199420\n  end_ms: 202030\n- text: To finish I diminish like a cuisinart\n  start_ms: 202030\n  end_ms: 204140\n- text: Secondly, I'm sick of critics, who's neckin' me\n  start_ms: 204140\n  end_ms: 206240\n- text: (Oooh he got an afro) yo, but I get dough\n  start_ms: 206240\n  end_ms: 208610\n- text: Why's my name the Large Professor?\n  start_ms: 208610\n  end_ms: 210960\n- text: Cause I milked your cow in other words I hit your heffer\n  start_ms: 210960\n  end_ms: 213280\n- text: Don't talk about how you can break Rambo\n  start_ms: 213280\n  end_ms: 215760\n- text: That's just a bunch of mamba-ja-hambo\n  start_ms: 215760\n  end_ms: 218090\n- text: Propaganda, save it for Savanda\n  start_ms: 218090\n  end_ms: 220370\n- text: Joe and Amanda, Zach and Alexandra\n  start_ms: 220370\n  end_ms: 222650\n- text: Don't let the folks around your way puff your head\n  start_ms: 222650\n  end_ms: 225080\n- text: Cause you'll be the owner of a hospital bed\n  start_ms: 225080\n  end_ms: 227340\n- text: I'll kick fire out your ass so fast\n  start_ms: 227340\n  end_ms: 229820\n- text: You'll be as crispy as my man Bill Blass\n  start_ms: 229820\n  end_ms: 232020\n- text: Aiyyo, it's like\n  start_ms: 232020\n  end_ms: 233180\n- text: That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  start_ms: 233180\n  end_ms: 234170\n- text: That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  start_ms: 234170\n  end_ms: 237340\n- text: That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  start_ms: 237340\n  end_ms: 239760\n- text: And that's all!\n  start_ms: 239760\n  end_ms: 240950\n- text: It's like\n  start_ms: 240950\n  end_ms: 241540\n- text: That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  start_ms: 241540\n  end_ms: 243600\n- text: That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  start_ms: 243600\n  end_ms: 246160\n- text: That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  start_ms: 246160\n  end_ms: 248610\n- text: And that's all!\n  start_ms: 248610\n  end_ms: 250770\n- text: It's like\n  start_ms: 250770\n  end_ms: 251130\n- text: That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  start_ms: 251130\n  end_ms: 253080\n- text: That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  start_ms: 253080\n  end_ms: 255410\n- text: That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  start_ms: 255410\n  end_ms: 257440\n- text: And that's all!\n  start_ms: 257440\n  end_ms: 259920\n- text: It's like\n  start_ms: 259920\n  end_ms: 260810\n- text: Like that y'all (that y'all), like that y'all (that y'all)\n  start_ms: 260810\n  end_ms: 263360\n- text: Like that y'all (that y'all), like that y'all (that y'all)\n  start_ms: 263360\n  end_ms: 265170\n- text: Like that y'all (that y'all), like that y'all (that y'all)\n  start_ms: 265170\n  end_ms: 266950\n- text: Yo, and that's all!\n  start_ms: 266950\n  end_ms: 269610\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 269610\nplain: |-\n  Ahhhhhhhhhhh\n  Ohhhh ho!\n  Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho! It's like\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  And that's all!\n\n  Nas\n  Street's disciple, my raps are trifle\n  I shoot slugs from my brain just like a rifle\n  Stampede the stage I leave the microphone split\n  Play Mr. Tuffy while I'm on some Pretty Tone shit\n  Verbal assassin my architect pleases\n  When I was twelve I went to hell for snuffin Jesus\n  Nasty Nas is a rebel to America\n  Police murderer, I'm causin hysteria\n  My troops roll up with a strange force\n  I was trapped in a cage and let out by the Main Source\n  Swimmin in women like a lifeguard\n  Put on a bulletproof, nigga, I strike hard\n  Kidnap the President's wife without a plan\n  And hangin niggaz like the Ku Klux Klan\n  I melt mics till the sound waves over\n  Before steppin to me you'd rather step to Jehovah\n  Slammin MC's on cement\n  Cause verbally, I'm iller than a AIDS patient\n  I move swift and uplift\n  Your mind shoot the gift when I riff in rhyme\n  Rappin sniper, speakin real words\n  My thoughts react, like Steven Spielberg's\n  Poetry attacks, paragraphs punch hard\n  My brain is insane, I'm out to lunch God\n  Science is dropped, my raps are toxic\n  My voicebox locks and excels like a rocket\n\n  Aiyyo it's like\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  And that's all!\n\n  Fatal\n  Fatal is merciful and they curse me\n  When I grip the mic I show no mercy\n  I got heart, I rip the party apart\n  From the seams and hem'up like bell-bottom jeans\n  But you get done, you get blues like 501\n  Brothers are live but I betcha I'm liver son\n  So let me get upon the scene and redeem\n  The dream of a team, and knock'em out like Mitch Green\n  Smoke some thai weed, flow at a high speed\n  Rap on off breaks stompin' like Northlakes\n  Cause I'm livin larger than the founders of Fendi\n  An Asiatic brother that many rappers envy\n  So round up your crew and entourage\n  And let the God Merciful just take charge\n\n  Aiyyo, it's like\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  And that's all!\n\n  Akinyele\n  Some of them said (said what?) that the Ak should quit\n  But I don't sweat it, cause I'm too big for that small shit\n  Like pigs when it comes to a showdown\n  Huff and puff but the Ak won't get blown down\n  Cause I come strong, rather than come at all and not be ready\n  That's what seperates me from the petty\n  MC's gas themselves by drinking too much getty\n  And get torn the fuck up like confetti\n  I'm rich and thick, your lyrics like Aunt jemimah\n  It doesn't take Keenan Ivory Wayans to know that I'ma\n  Get You Sucka, if you bite like a piranha\n  So save them preschool rhymes for the kids at Wonderama\n  Point blank, period, with no comma\n  Rhymes so dangerous, call for the homi-\n  Cide cause I knock'em dead even when I'm at my worst\n  The only future that lies ahead of them is the lights from the hearse\n  Got game like a crackhead\n  But don't be mislead, I keep rappers on lock like a dread\n  Knots in the head from the words that I said\n  So get a shovel and dig your grave cause the shit you talk is dead\n\n  Aiyyo, it's like\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  And that's all!\n\n  Large Professor\n  I grab up girls like jacks\n  Add'em on like tax, and I'm over like Hot Trax\n  As far as brothers are concerned a pressure cooker from start\n  To finish I diminish like a cuisinart\n  Secondly, I'm sick of critics, who's neckin' me\n  (Oooh he got an afro) yo, but I get dough\n  Why's my name the Large Professor?\n  Cause I milked your cow in other words I hit your heffer\n  Don't talk about how you can break Rambo\n  That's just a bunch of mamba-ja-hambo\n  Propaganda, save it for Savanda\n  Joe and Amanda, Zach and Alexandra\n  Don't let the folks around your way puff your head\n  Cause you'll be the owner of a hospital bed\n  I'll kick fire out your ass so fast\n  You'll be as crispy as my man Bill Blass\n\n  Aiyyo, it's like\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  And that's all!\n\n  It's like\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  And that's all!\n\n  It's like\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  And that's all!\n\n  It's like\n  Like that y'all (that y'all), like that y'all (that y'all)\n  Like that y'all (that y'all), like that y'all (that y'all)\n  Like that y'all (that y'all), like that y'all (that y'all)\n  Yo, and that's all!\n"},{"id":36704137,"name":"Live At The Barbeque","trackName":"Live At The Barbeque","artistName":"Main Source","albumName":"Hip Hop Forever 2","duration":276.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Ahhhhhhhhhhh\nOhhhh ho!\nHo! Ho! Ho! Ho! It's like\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nAnd that's all!\n\nNas\nStreet's disciple, my raps are trifle\nI shoot slugs from my brain just like a rifle\nStampede the stage I leave the microphone split\nPlay Mr. Tuffy while I'm on some Pretty Tone shit\nVerbal assassin my architect pleases\nWhen I was twelve I went to hell for snuffin Jesus\nNasty Nas is a rebel to America\nPolice murderer, I'm causin hysteria\nMy troops roll up with a strange force\nI was trapped in a cage and let out by the Main Source\nSwimmin in women like a lifeguard\nPut on a bulletproof, nigga, I strike hard\nKidnap the President's wife without a plan\nAnd hangin niggaz like the Ku Klux Klan\nI melt mics till the sound waves over\nBefore steppin to me you'd rather step to Jehovah\nSlammin MC's on cement\nCause verbally, I'm iller than a AIDS patient\nI move swift and uplift\nYour mind shoot the gift when I riff in rhyme\nRappin sniper, speakin real words\nMy thoughts react, like Steven Spielberg's\nPoetry attacks, paragraphs punch hard\nMy brain is insane, I'm out to lunch God\nScience is dropped, my raps are toxic\nMy voicebox locks and excels like a rocket\n\nAiyyo it's like\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nAnd that's all!\n\nFatal\nFatal is merciful and they curse me\nWhen I grip the mic I show no mercy\nI got heart, I rip the party apart\nFrom the seams and hem'up like bell-bottom jeans\nBut you get done, you get blues like 501\nBrothers are live but I betcha I'm liver son\nSo let me get upon the scene and redeem\nThe dream of a team, and knock'em out like Mitch Green\nSmoke some thai weed, flow at a high speed\nRap on off breaks stompin' like Northlakes\nCause I'm livin larger than the founders of Fendi\nAn Asiatic brother that many rappers envy\nSo round up your crew and entourage\nAnd let the God Merciful just take charge\n\nAiyyo, it's like\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nAnd that's all!\n\nAkinyele\nSome of them said (said what?) that the Ak should quit\nBut I don't sweat it, cause I'm too big for that small shit\nLike pigs when it comes to a showdown\nHuff and puff but the Ak won't get blown down\nCause I come strong, rather than come at all and not be ready\nThat's what seperates me from the petty\nMC's gas themselves by drinking too much getty\nAnd get torn the fuck up like confetti\nI'm rich and thick, your lyrics like Aunt jemimah\nIt doesn't take Keenan Ivory Wayans to know that I'ma\nGet You Sucka, if you bite like a piranha\nSo save them preschool rhymes for the kids at Wonderama\nPoint blank, period, with no comma\nRhymes so dangerous, call for the homi-\nCide cause I knock'em dead even when I'm at my worst\nThe only future that lies ahead of them is the lights from the hearse\nGot game like a crackhead\nBut don't be mislead, I keep rappers on lock like a dread\nKnots in the head from the words that I said\nSo get a shovel and dig your grave cause the shit you talk is dead\n\nAiyyo, it's like\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nAnd that's all!\n\nLarge Professor\nI grab up girls like jacks\nAdd'em on like tax, and I'm over like Hot Trax\nAs far as brothers are concerned a pressure cooker from start\nTo finish I diminish like a cuisinart\nSecondly, I'm sick of critics, who's neckin' me\n(Oooh he got an afro) yo, but I get dough\nWhy's my name the Large Professor?\nCause I milked your cow in other words I hit your heffer\nDon't talk about how you can break Rambo\nThat's just a bunch of mamba-ja-hambo\nPropaganda, save it for Savanda\nJoe and Amanda, Zach and Alexandra\nDon't let the folks around your way puff your head\nCause you'll be the owner of a hospital bed\nI'll kick fire out your ass so fast\nYou'll be as crispy as my man Bill Blass\n\nAiyyo, it's like\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nAnd that's all!\n\nIt's like\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nAnd that's all!\n\nIt's like\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nAnd that's all!\n\nIt's like\nLike that y'all (that y'all), like that y'all (that y'all)\nLike that y'all (that y'all), like that y'all (that y'all)\nLike that y'all (that y'all), like that y'all (that y'all)\nYo, and that's all!","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.22] Ahhhhhhhhhhh\n[00:06.41] Ohhhh ho!\n[00:11.49] Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho! It's like\n[00:15.71] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[00:18.14] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[00:20.67] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[00:23.15] And that's all!\n[00:24.12] Nas\n[00:24.52] Street's disciple, my raps are trifle\n[00:27.28] I shoot slugs from my brain just like a rifle\n[00:29.79] Stampede the stage I leave the microphone split\n[00:32.30] Play Mr. Tuffy while I'm on some Pretty Tone shit\n[00:34.73] Verbal assassin my architect pleases\n[00:36.87] When I was twelve I went to hell for snuffin Jesus\n[00:39.36] Nasty Nas is a rebel to America\n[00:41.99] Police murderer, I'm causin hysteria\n[00:44.22] My troops roll up with a strange force\n[00:46.28] I was trapped in a cage and let out by the Main Source\n[00:48.78] Swimmin in women like a lifeguard\n[00:51.26] Put on a bulletproof, nigga, I strike hard\n[00:53.23] Kidnap the President's wife without a plan\n[00:55.83] And hangin niggaz like the Ku Klux Klan\n[00:57.94] I melt mics till the sound waves over\n[01:00.27] Before steppin to me you'd rather step to Jehovah\n[01:02.95] Slammin MC's on cement\n[01:04.99] Cause verbally, I'm iller than a AIDS patient\n[01:07.78] I move swift and uplift\n[01:09.63] Your mind shoot the gift when I riff in rhyme\n[01:12.16] Rappin sniper, speakin real words\n[01:14.40] My thoughts react, like Steven Spielberg's\n[01:16.97] Poetry attacks, paragraphs punch hard\n[01:19.18] My brain is insane, I'm out to lunch God\n[01:21.51] Science is dropped, my raps are toxic\n[01:23.87] My voicebox locks and excels like a rocket\n[01:25.80] Aiyyo it's like\n[01:26.95] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[01:29.14] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[01:31.85] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[01:33.57] And that's all!\n[01:34.97] Fatal\n[01:35.34] Fatal is merciful and they curse me\n[01:37.77] When I grip the mic I show no mercy\n[01:40.37] I got heart, I rip the party apart\n[01:42.28] From the seams and hem'up like bell-bottom jeans\n[01:44.73] But you get done, you get blues like 501\n[01:47.33] Brothers are live but I betcha I'm liver son\n[01:49.68] So let me get upon the scene and redeem\n[01:51.86] The dream of a team, and knock'em out like Mitch Green\n[01:54.32] Smoke some thai weed, flow at a high speed\n[01:56.87] Rap on off breaks stompin' like Northlakes\n[01:59.12] Cause I'm livin larger than the founders of Fendi\n[02:01.46] An Asiatic brother that many rappers envy\n[02:03.70] So round up your crew and entourage\n[02:05.97] And let the God Merciful just take charge\n[02:08.03] Aiyyo, it's like\n[02:08.76] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[02:10.16] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[02:12.71] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[02:15.00] And that's all!\n[02:17.23] Akinyele\n[02:17.63] Some of them said (said what?) that the Ak should quit\n[02:20.37] But I don't sweat it, cause I'm too big for that small shit\n[02:22.82] Like pigs when it comes to a showdown\n[02:25.13] Huff and puff but the Ak won't get blown down\n[02:27.34] Cause I come strong, rather than come at all and not be ready\n[02:30.23] That's what seperates me from the petty\n[02:32.69] MC's gas themselves by drinking too much getty\n[02:34.79] And get torn the fuck up like confetti\n[02:36.99] I'm rich and thick, your lyrics like Aunt jemimah\n[02:39.16] It doesn't take Keenan Ivory Wayans to know that I'ma\n[02:41.46] Get You Sucka, if you bite like a piranha\n[02:43.63] So save them preschool rhymes for the kids at Wonderama\n[02:46.24] Point blank, period, with no comma\n[02:48.34] Rhymes so dangerous, call for the homi-\n[02:50.52] Cide cause I knock'em dead even when I'm at my worst\n[02:53.07] The only future that lies ahead of them is the lights from the hearse\n[02:55.78] Got game like a crackhead\n[02:57.30] But don't be mislead, I keep rappers on lock like a dread\n[03:00.34] Knots in the head from the words that I said\n[03:02.40] So get a shovel and dig your grave cause the shit you talk is dead\n[03:04.67] Aiyyo, it's like\n[03:06.36] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[03:07.87] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[03:09.87] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[03:12.83] And that's all!\n[03:13.30] Large Professor\n[03:13.93] I grab up girls like jacks\n[03:16.60] Add'em on like tax, and I'm over like Hot Trax\n[03:19.42] As far as brothers are concerned a pressure cooker from start\n[03:22.03] To finish I diminish like a cuisinart\n[03:24.14] Secondly, I'm sick of critics, who's neckin' me\n[03:26.24] (Oooh he got an afro) yo, but I get dough\n[03:28.61] Why's my name the Large Professor?\n[03:30.96] Cause I milked your cow in other words I hit your heffer\n[03:33.28] Don't talk about how you can break Rambo\n[03:35.76] That's just a bunch of mamba-ja-hambo\n[03:38.09] Propaganda, save it for Savanda\n[03:40.37] Joe and Amanda, Zach and Alexandra\n[03:42.65] Don't let the folks around your way puff your head\n[03:45.08] Cause you'll be the owner of a hospital bed\n[03:47.34] I'll kick fire out your ass so fast\n[03:49.82] You'll be as crispy as my man Bill Blass\n[03:52.02] Aiyyo, it's like\n[03:53.18] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[03:54.17] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[03:57.34] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[03:59.76] And that's all!\n[04:00.95] It's like\n[04:01.54] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[04:03.60] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[04:06.16] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[04:08.61] And that's all!\n[04:10.77] It's like\n[04:11.13] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[04:13.08] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[04:15.41] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[04:17.44] And that's all!\n[04:19.92] It's like\n[04:20.81] Like that y'all (that y'all), like that y'all (that y'all)\n[04:23.36] Like that y'all (that y'all), like that y'all (that y'all)\n[04:25.17] Like that y'all (that y'all), like that y'all (that y'all)\n[04:26.95] Yo, and that's all!\n[04:29.61] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Live At The Barbeque\n  artist: Main Source\n  album: Hip Hop Forever 2\n  duration_ms: 276000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Ahhhhhhhhhhh\n  start_ms: 3220\n  end_ms: 6410\n- text: Ohhhh ho!\n  start_ms: 6410\n  end_ms: 11490\n- text: Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho! 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119120\n- text: Cause I'm livin larger than the founders of Fendi\n  start_ms: 119120\n  end_ms: 121460\n- text: An Asiatic brother that many rappers envy\n  start_ms: 121460\n  end_ms: 123700\n- text: So round up your crew and entourage\n  start_ms: 123700\n  end_ms: 125970\n- text: And let the God Merciful just take charge\n  start_ms: 125970\n  end_ms: 128030\n- text: Aiyyo, it's like\n  start_ms: 128030\n  end_ms: 128760\n- text: That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  start_ms: 128760\n  end_ms: 130160\n- text: That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  start_ms: 130160\n  end_ms: 132710\n- text: That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  start_ms: 132710\n  end_ms: 135000\n- text: And that's all!\n  start_ms: 135000\n  end_ms: 137230\n- text: Akinyele\n  start_ms: 137230\n  end_ms: 137630\n- text: Some of them said (said what?) that the Ak should quit\n  start_ms: 137630\n  end_ms: 140370\n- text: But I don't sweat it, cause I'm too big for that 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Ho! Ho! Ho! It's like\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  And that's all!\n\n  Nas\n  Street's disciple, my raps are trifle\n  I shoot slugs from my brain just like a rifle\n  Stampede the stage I leave the microphone split\n  Play Mr. Tuffy while I'm on some Pretty Tone shit\n  Verbal assassin my architect pleases\n  When I was twelve I went to hell for snuffin Jesus\n  Nasty Nas is a rebel to America\n  Police murderer, I'm causin hysteria\n  My troops roll up with a strange force\n  I was trapped in a cage and let out by the Main Source\n  Swimmin in women like a lifeguard\n  Put on a bulletproof, nigga, I strike hard\n  Kidnap the President's wife without a plan\n  And hangin niggaz like the Ku Klux Klan\n  I melt mics till the sound waves over\n  Before steppin to me you'd rather step to Jehovah\n  Slammin MC's on cement\n  Cause verbally, I'm iller than a AIDS patient\n  I move swift and uplift\n  Your mind shoot the gift when I riff in rhyme\n  Rappin sniper, speakin real words\n  My thoughts react, like Steven Spielberg's\n  Poetry attacks, paragraphs punch hard\n  My brain is insane, I'm out to lunch God\n  Science is dropped, my raps are toxic\n  My voicebox locks and excels like a rocket\n\n  Aiyyo it's like\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  And that's all!\n\n  Fatal\n  Fatal is merciful and they curse me\n  When I grip the mic I show no mercy\n  I got heart, I rip the party apart\n  From the seams and hem'up like bell-bottom jeans\n  But you get done, you get blues like 501\n  Brothers are live but I betcha I'm liver son\n  So let me get upon the scene and redeem\n  The dream of a team, and knock'em out like Mitch Green\n  Smoke some thai weed, flow at a high speed\n  Rap on off breaks stompin' like Northlakes\n  Cause I'm livin larger than the founders of Fendi\n  An Asiatic brother that many rappers envy\n  So round up your crew and entourage\n  And let the God Merciful just take charge\n\n  Aiyyo, it's like\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  And that's all!\n\n  Akinyele\n  Some of them said (said what?) that the Ak should quit\n  But I don't sweat it, cause I'm too big for that small shit\n  Like pigs when it comes to a showdown\n  Huff and puff but the Ak won't get blown down\n  Cause I come strong, rather than come at all and not be ready\n  That's what seperates me from the petty\n  MC's gas themselves by drinking too much getty\n  And get torn the fuck up like confetti\n  I'm rich and thick, your lyrics like Aunt jemimah\n  It doesn't take Keenan Ivory Wayans to know that I'ma\n  Get You Sucka, if you bite like a piranha\n  So save them preschool rhymes for the kids at Wonderama\n  Point blank, period, with no comma\n  Rhymes so dangerous, call for the homi-\n  Cide cause I knock'em dead even when I'm at my worst\n  The only future that lies ahead of them is the lights from the hearse\n  Got game like a crackhead\n  But don't be mislead, I keep rappers on lock like a dread\n  Knots in the head from the words that I said\n  So get a shovel and dig your grave cause the shit you talk is dead\n\n  Aiyyo, it's like\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  And that's all!\n\n  Large Professor\n  I grab up girls like jacks\n  Add'em on like tax, and I'm over like Hot Trax\n  As far as brothers are concerned a pressure cooker from start\n  To finish I diminish like a cuisinart\n  Secondly, I'm sick of critics, who's neckin' me\n  (Oooh he got an afro) yo, but I get dough\n  Why's my name the Large Professor?\n  Cause I milked your cow in other words I hit your heffer\n  Don't talk about how you can break Rambo\n  That's just a bunch of mamba-ja-hambo\n  Propaganda, save it for Savanda\n  Joe and Amanda, Zach and Alexandra\n  Don't let the folks around your way puff your head\n  Cause you'll be the owner of a hospital bed\n  I'll kick fire out your ass so fast\n  You'll be as crispy as my man Bill Blass\n\n  Aiyyo, it's like\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  And that's all!\n\n  It's like\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  And that's all!\n\n  It's like\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  And that's all!\n\n  It's like\n  Like that y'all (that y'all), like that y'all (that y'all)\n  Like that y'all (that y'all), like that y'all (that y'all)\n  Like that y'all (that y'all), like that y'all (that y'all)\n  Yo, and that's all!\n"},{"id":27434018,"name":"Live At The Barbeque","trackName":"Live At The Barbeque","artistName":"Main Source","albumName":"Tommy Boy Presents - Hip Hop Essentials Box Set 1979-1991","duration":276.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Ahhhhhhhhhhh\nOhhhh ho!\nHo! Ho! Ho! Ho! It's like\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nAnd that's all!\n\nNas\nStreet's disciple, my raps are trifle\nI shoot slugs from my brain just like a rifle\nStampede the stage I leave the microphone split\nPlay Mr. Tuffy while I'm on some Pretty Tone shit\nVerbal assassin my architect pleases\nWhen I was twelve I went to hell for snuffin Jesus\nNasty Nas is a rebel to America\nPolice murderer, I'm causin hysteria\nMy troops roll up with a strange force\nI was trapped in a cage and let out by the Main Source\nSwimmin in women like a lifeguard\nPut on a bulletproof, nigga, I strike hard\nKidnap the President's wife without a plan\nAnd hangin niggaz like the Ku Klux Klan\nI melt mics till the sound waves over\nBefore steppin to me you'd rather step to Jehovah\nSlammin MC's on cement\nCause verbally, I'm iller than a AIDS patient\nI move swift and uplift\nYour mind shoot the 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up your crew and entourage\nAnd let the God Merciful just take charge\n\nAiyyo, it's like\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nAnd that's all!\n\nAkinyele\nSome of them said (said what?) that the Ak should quit\nBut I don't sweat it, cause I'm too big for that small shit\nLike pigs when it comes to a showdown\nHuff and puff but the Ak won't get blown down\nCause I come strong, rather than come at all and not be ready\nThat's what seperates me from the petty\nMC's gas themselves by drinking too much getty\nAnd get torn the fuck up like confetti\nI'm rich and thick, your lyrics like Aunt jemimah\nIt doesn't take Keenan Ivory Wayans to know that I'ma\nGet You Sucka, if you bite like a piranha\nSo save them preschool rhymes for the kids at Wonderama\nPoint blank, period, with no comma\nRhymes so dangerous, call for the homi-\nCide cause I knock'em dead even when I'm at my worst\nThe only future that lies ahead of them is the lights from the hearse\nGot game like a crackhead\nBut don't be mislead, I keep rappers on lock like a dread\nKnots in the head from the words that I said\nSo get a shovel and dig your grave cause the shit you talk is dead\n\nAiyyo, it's like\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nAnd that's all!\n\nLarge Professor\nI grab up girls like jacks\nAdd'em on like tax, and I'm over like Hot Trax\nAs far as brothers are concerned a pressure cooker from start\nTo finish I diminish like a cuisinart\nSecondly, I'm sick of critics, who's neckin' me\n(Oooh he got an afro) yo, but I get dough\nWhy's my name the Large Professor?\nCause I milked your cow in other words I hit your heffer\nDon't talk about how you can break Rambo\nThat's just a bunch of mamba-ja-hambo\nPropaganda, save it for Savanda\nJoe and Amanda, Zach and 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Ohhhh ho!\n[00:11.49] Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho! It's like\n[00:15.71] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[00:18.14] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[00:20.67] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[00:23.15] And that's all!\n[00:24.12] Nas\n[00:24.52] Street's disciple, my raps are trifle\n[00:27.28] I shoot slugs from my brain just like a rifle\n[00:29.79] Stampede the stage I leave the microphone split\n[00:32.30] Play Mr. Tuffy while I'm on some Pretty Tone shit\n[00:34.73] Verbal assassin my architect pleases\n[00:36.87] When I was twelve I went to hell for snuffin Jesus\n[00:39.36] Nasty Nas is a rebel to America\n[00:41.99] Police murderer, I'm causin hysteria\n[00:44.22] My troops roll up with a strange force\n[00:46.28] I was trapped in a cage and let out by the Main Source\n[00:48.78] Swimmin in women like a lifeguard\n[00:51.26] Put on a bulletproof, nigga, I strike hard\n[00:53.23] Kidnap the President's wife without a plan\n[00:55.83] And hangin niggaz like the Ku Klux Klan\n[00:57.94] I melt mics till the sound waves over\n[01:00.27] Before steppin to me you'd rather step to Jehovah\n[01:02.95] Slammin MC's on cement\n[01:04.99] Cause verbally, I'm iller than a AIDS patient\n[01:07.78] I move swift and uplift\n[01:09.63] Your mind shoot the gift when I riff in rhyme\n[01:12.16] Rappin sniper, speakin real words\n[01:14.40] My thoughts react, like Steven Spielberg's\n[01:16.97] Poetry attacks, paragraphs punch hard\n[01:19.18] My brain is insane, I'm out to lunch God\n[01:21.51] Science is dropped, my raps are toxic\n[01:23.87] My voicebox locks and excels like a rocket\n[01:25.80] Aiyyo it's like\n[01:26.95] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[01:29.14] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[01:31.85] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[01:33.57] And that's all!\n[01:34.97] Fatal\n[01:35.34] Fatal is merciful and they curse me\n[01:37.77] When I grip the mic I show no mercy\n[01:40.37] I got heart, I rip the party apart\n[01:42.28] From the seams and hem'up like bell-bottom jeans\n[01:44.73] But you get done, you get blues like 501\n[01:47.33] Brothers are live but I betcha I'm liver son\n[01:49.68] So let me get upon the scene and redeem\n[01:51.86] The dream of a team, and knock'em out like Mitch Green\n[01:54.32] Smoke some thai weed, flow at a high speed\n[01:56.87] Rap on off breaks stompin' like Northlakes\n[01:59.12] Cause I'm livin larger than the founders of Fendi\n[02:01.46] An Asiatic brother that many rappers envy\n[02:03.70] So round up your crew and entourage\n[02:05.97] And let the God Merciful just take charge\n[02:08.03] Aiyyo, it's like\n[02:08.76] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[02:10.16] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[02:12.71] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[02:15.00] And that's all!\n[02:17.23] Akinyele\n[02:17.63] Some of them said (said what?) that the Ak should quit\n[02:20.37] But I don't sweat it, cause I'm too big for that small shit\n[02:22.82] Like pigs when it comes to a showdown\n[02:25.13] Huff and puff but the Ak won't get blown down\n[02:27.34] Cause I come strong, rather than come at all and not be ready\n[02:30.23] That's what seperates me from the petty\n[02:32.69] MC's gas themselves by drinking too much getty\n[02:34.79] And get torn the fuck up like confetti\n[02:36.99] I'm rich and thick, your lyrics like Aunt jemimah\n[02:39.16] It doesn't take Keenan Ivory Wayans to know that I'ma\n[02:41.46] Get You Sucka, if you bite like a piranha\n[02:43.63] So save them preschool rhymes for the kids at Wonderama\n[02:46.24] Point blank, period, with no comma\n[02:48.34] Rhymes so dangerous, call for the homi-\n[02:50.52] Cide cause I knock'em dead even when I'm at my worst\n[02:53.07] The only future that lies ahead of them is the lights from the hearse\n[02:55.78] Got game like a crackhead\n[02:57.30] But don't be mislead, I keep rappers on lock like a dread\n[03:00.34] Knots in the head from the words that I said\n[03:02.40] So get a shovel and dig your grave cause the shit you talk is dead\n[03:04.67] Aiyyo, it's like\n[03:06.36] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[03:07.87] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[03:09.87] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[03:12.83] And that's all!\n[03:13.30] Large Professor\n[03:13.93] I grab up girls like jacks\n[03:16.60] Add'em on like tax, and I'm over like Hot Trax\n[03:19.42] As far as brothers are concerned a pressure cooker from start\n[03:22.03] To finish I diminish like a cuisinart\n[03:24.14] Secondly, I'm sick of critics, who's neckin' me\n[03:26.24] (Oooh he got an afro) yo, but I get dough\n[03:28.61] Why's my name the Large Professor?\n[03:30.96] Cause I milked your cow in other words I hit your heffer\n[03:33.28] Don't talk about how you can break Rambo\n[03:35.76] That's just a bunch of mamba-ja-hambo\n[03:38.09] Propaganda, save it for Savanda\n[03:40.37] Joe and Amanda, Zach and Alexandra\n[03:42.65] Don't let the folks around your way puff your head\n[03:45.08] Cause you'll be the owner of a hospital bed\n[03:47.34] I'll kick fire out your ass so fast\n[03:49.82] You'll be as crispy as my man Bill Blass\n[03:52.02] Aiyyo, it's like\n[03:53.18] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[03:54.17] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[03:57.34] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[03:59.76] And that's all!\n[04:00.95] It's like\n[04:01.54] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[04:03.60] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[04:06.16] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[04:08.61] And that's all!\n[04:10.77] It's like\n[04:11.13] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[04:13.08] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[04:15.41] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[04:17.44] And that's all!\n[04:19.92] It's like\n[04:20.81] Like that y'all (that y'all), like that y'all (that y'all)\n[04:23.36] Like that y'all (that y'all), like that y'all (that y'all)\n[04:25.17] Like that y'all (that y'all), like that y'all (that y'all)\n[04:26.95] Yo, and that's all!\n[04:29.61] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Live At The Barbeque\n  artist: Main Source\n  album: Tommy Boy Presents - Hip Hop Essentials Box Set 1979-1991\n  duration_ms: 276000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Ahhhhhhhhhhh\n  start_ms: 3220\n  end_ms: 6410\n- text: Ohhhh ho!\n  start_ms: 6410\n  end_ms: 11490\n- text: Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho! It's like\n  start_ms: 11490\n  end_ms: 15710\n- text: That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  start_ms: 15710\n  end_ms: 18140\n- text: That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  start_ms: 18140\n  end_ms: 20670\n- text: That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  start_ms: 20670\n  end_ms: 23150\n- text: And that's all!\n  start_ms: 23150\n  end_ms: 24120\n- text: Nas\n  start_ms: 24120\n  end_ms: 24520\n- text: Street's disciple, my raps are trifle\n  start_ms: 24520\n  end_ms: 27280\n- text: I shoot slugs from my brain just like a rifle\n  start_ms: 27280\n  end_ms: 29790\n- text: Stampede the stage I leave the microphone split\n  start_ms: 29790\n  end_ms: 32300\n- text: Play Mr. Tuffy while I'm on some Pretty Tone shit\n  start_ms: 32300\n  end_ms: 34730\n- text: Verbal assassin my architect pleases\n  start_ms: 34730\n  end_ms: 36870\n- text: When I was twelve I went to hell for snuffin Jesus\n  start_ms: 36870\n  end_ms: 39360\n- text: Nasty Nas is a rebel to America\n  start_ms: 39360\n  end_ms: 41990\n- text: Police murderer, I'm causin hysteria\n  start_ms: 41990\n  end_ms: 44220\n- text: My troops roll up with a strange force\n  start_ms: 44220\n  end_ms: 46280\n- text: I was trapped in a cage and let out by the Main Source\n  start_ms: 46280\n  end_ms: 48780\n- text: Swimmin in women like a lifeguard\n  start_ms: 48780\n  end_ms: 51260\n- text: Put on a bulletproof, nigga, I strike hard\n  start_ms: 51260\n  end_ms: 53230\n- text: Kidnap the President's wife without a plan\n  start_ms: 53230\n  end_ms: 55830\n- text: And hangin niggaz like the Ku Klux Klan\n  start_ms: 55830\n  end_ms: 57940\n- text: I melt mics till the sound waves over\n  start_ms: 57940\n  end_ms: 60270\n- text: Before steppin to me you'd rather step to Jehovah\n  start_ms: 60270\n  end_ms: 62950\n- text: Slammin MC's on cement\n  start_ms: 62950\n  end_ms: 64990\n- text: Cause verbally, I'm iller than a AIDS patient\n  start_ms: 64990\n  end_ms: 67780\n- 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93570\n- text: And that's all!\n  start_ms: 93570\n  end_ms: 94970\n- text: Fatal\n  start_ms: 94970\n  end_ms: 95340\n- text: Fatal is merciful and they curse me\n  start_ms: 95340\n  end_ms: 97770\n- text: When I grip the mic I show no mercy\n  start_ms: 97770\n  end_ms: 100370\n- text: I got heart, I rip the party apart\n  start_ms: 100370\n  end_ms: 102280\n- text: From the seams and hem'up like bell-bottom jeans\n  start_ms: 102280\n  end_ms: 104730\n- text: But you get done, you get blues like 501\n  start_ms: 104730\n  end_ms: 107330\n- text: Brothers are live but I betcha I'm liver son\n  start_ms: 107330\n  end_ms: 109680\n- text: So let me get upon the scene and redeem\n  start_ms: 109680\n  end_ms: 111860\n- text: The dream of a team, and knock'em out like Mitch Green\n  start_ms: 111860\n  end_ms: 114320\n- text: Smoke some thai weed, flow at a high speed\n  start_ms: 114320\n  end_ms: 116870\n- text: Rap on off breaks stompin' like Northlakes\n  start_ms: 116870\n  end_ms: 119120\n- text: Cause I'm livin larger than the founders of Fendi\n  start_ms: 119120\n  end_ms: 121460\n- text: An Asiatic brother that many rappers envy\n  start_ms: 121460\n  end_ms: 123700\n- text: So round up your crew and entourage\n  start_ms: 123700\n  end_ms: 125970\n- text: And let the God Merciful just take charge\n  start_ms: 125970\n  end_ms: 128030\n- text: Aiyyo, it's like\n  start_ms: 128030\n  end_ms: 128760\n- text: That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  start_ms: 128760\n  end_ms: 130160\n- text: That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  start_ms: 130160\n  end_ms: 132710\n- text: That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  start_ms: 132710\n  end_ms: 135000\n- text: And that's all!\n  start_ms: 135000\n  end_ms: 137230\n- text: Akinyele\n  start_ms: 137230\n  end_ms: 137630\n- text: Some of them said (said what?) that the Ak should quit\n  start_ms: 137630\n  end_ms: 140370\n- text: But I don't sweat it, cause I'm too big for that small shit\n  start_ms: 140370\n  end_ms: 142820\n- text: Like pigs when it comes to a showdown\n  start_ms: 142820\n  end_ms: 145130\n- text: Huff and puff but the Ak won't get blown down\n  start_ms: 145130\n  end_ms: 147340\n- text: Cause I come strong, rather than come at all and not be ready\n  start_ms: 147340\n  end_ms: 150230\n- text: That's what seperates me from the petty\n  start_ms: 150230\n  end_ms: 152690\n- text: MC's gas themselves by drinking too much getty\n  start_ms: 152690\n  end_ms: 154790\n- text: And get torn the fuck up like confetti\n  start_ms: 154790\n  end_ms: 156990\n- text: I'm rich and thick, your lyrics like Aunt jemimah\n  start_ms: 156990\n  end_ms: 159160\n- text: It doesn't take Keenan Ivory Wayans to know that I'ma\n  start_ms: 159160\n  end_ms: 161460\n- text: Get You Sucka, if you bite like a piranha\n  start_ms: 161460\n  end_ms: 163630\n- text: So save them preschool rhymes for the kids at Wonderama\n  start_ms: 163630\n  end_ms: 166240\n- 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187870\n  end_ms: 189870\n- text: That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  start_ms: 189870\n  end_ms: 192830\n- text: And that's all!\n  start_ms: 192830\n  end_ms: 193300\n- text: Large Professor\n  start_ms: 193300\n  end_ms: 193930\n- text: I grab up girls like jacks\n  start_ms: 193930\n  end_ms: 196600\n- text: Add'em on like tax, and I'm over like Hot Trax\n  start_ms: 196600\n  end_ms: 199420\n- text: As far as brothers are concerned a pressure cooker from start\n  start_ms: 199420\n  end_ms: 202030\n- text: To finish I diminish like a cuisinart\n  start_ms: 202030\n  end_ms: 204140\n- text: Secondly, I'm sick of critics, who's neckin' me\n  start_ms: 204140\n  end_ms: 206240\n- text: (Oooh he got an afro) yo, but I get dough\n  start_ms: 206240\n  end_ms: 208610\n- text: Why's my name the Large Professor?\n  start_ms: 208610\n  end_ms: 210960\n- text: Cause I milked your cow in other words I hit your heffer\n  start_ms: 210960\n  end_ms: 213280\n- text: Don't talk about how you can break Rambo\n  start_ms: 213280\n  end_ms: 215760\n- text: That's just a bunch of mamba-ja-hambo\n  start_ms: 215760\n  end_ms: 218090\n- text: Propaganda, save it for Savanda\n  start_ms: 218090\n  end_ms: 220370\n- text: Joe and Amanda, Zach and Alexandra\n  start_ms: 220370\n  end_ms: 222650\n- text: Don't let the folks around your way puff your head\n  start_ms: 222650\n  end_ms: 225080\n- text: Cause you'll be the owner of a hospital bed\n  start_ms: 225080\n  end_ms: 227340\n- text: I'll kick fire out your ass so fast\n  start_ms: 227340\n  end_ms: 229820\n- text: You'll be as crispy as my man Bill Blass\n  start_ms: 229820\n  end_ms: 232020\n- text: Aiyyo, it's like\n  start_ms: 232020\n  end_ms: 233180\n- text: That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  start_ms: 233180\n  end_ms: 234170\n- text: That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  start_ms: 234170\n  end_ms: 237340\n- text: That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  start_ms: 237340\n  end_ms: 239760\n- text: And that's all!\n  start_ms: 239760\n  end_ms: 240950\n- text: It's like\n  start_ms: 240950\n  end_ms: 241540\n- text: That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  start_ms: 241540\n  end_ms: 243600\n- text: That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  start_ms: 243600\n  end_ms: 246160\n- text: That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  start_ms: 246160\n  end_ms: 248610\n- text: And that's all!\n  start_ms: 248610\n  end_ms: 250770\n- text: It's like\n  start_ms: 250770\n  end_ms: 251130\n- text: That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  start_ms: 251130\n  end_ms: 253080\n- text: That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  start_ms: 253080\n  end_ms: 255410\n- text: That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  start_ms: 255410\n  end_ms: 257440\n- text: And that's all!\n  start_ms: 257440\n  end_ms: 259920\n- text: It's like\n  start_ms: 259920\n  end_ms: 260810\n- text: Like that y'all (that y'all), like that y'all (that y'all)\n  start_ms: 260810\n  end_ms: 263360\n- text: Like that y'all (that y'all), like that y'all (that y'all)\n  start_ms: 263360\n  end_ms: 265170\n- text: Like that y'all (that y'all), like that y'all (that y'all)\n  start_ms: 265170\n  end_ms: 266950\n- text: Yo, and that's all!\n  start_ms: 266950\n  end_ms: 269610\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 269610\nplain: |-\n  Ahhhhhhhhhhh\n  Ohhhh ho!\n  Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho! It's like\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  And that's all!\n\n  Nas\n  Street's disciple, my raps are trifle\n  I shoot slugs from my brain just like a rifle\n  Stampede the stage I leave the microphone split\n  Play Mr. Tuffy while I'm on some Pretty Tone shit\n  Verbal assassin my architect pleases\n  When I was twelve I went to hell for snuffin Jesus\n  Nasty Nas is a rebel to America\n  Police murderer, I'm causin hysteria\n  My troops roll up with a strange force\n  I was trapped in a cage and let out by the Main Source\n  Swimmin in women like a lifeguard\n  Put on a bulletproof, nigga, I strike hard\n  Kidnap the President's wife without a plan\n  And hangin niggaz like the Ku Klux Klan\n  I melt mics till the sound waves over\n  Before steppin to me you'd rather step to Jehovah\n  Slammin MC's on cement\n  Cause verbally, I'm iller than a AIDS patient\n  I move swift and uplift\n  Your mind shoot the gift when I riff in rhyme\n  Rappin sniper, speakin real words\n  My thoughts react, like Steven Spielberg's\n  Poetry attacks, paragraphs punch hard\n  My brain is insane, I'm out to lunch God\n  Science is dropped, my raps are toxic\n  My voicebox locks and excels like a rocket\n\n  Aiyyo it's like\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  And that's all!\n\n  Fatal\n  Fatal is merciful and they curse me\n  When I grip the mic I show no mercy\n  I got heart, I rip the party apart\n  From the seams and hem'up like bell-bottom jeans\n  But you get done, you get blues like 501\n  Brothers are live but I betcha I'm liver son\n  So let me get upon the scene and redeem\n  The dream of a team, and knock'em out like Mitch Green\n  Smoke some thai weed, flow at a high speed\n  Rap on off breaks stompin' like Northlakes\n  Cause I'm livin larger than the founders of Fendi\n  An Asiatic brother that many rappers envy\n  So round up your crew and entourage\n  And let the God Merciful just take charge\n\n  Aiyyo, it's like\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  And that's all!\n\n  Akinyele\n  Some of them said (said what?) that the Ak should quit\n  But I don't sweat it, cause I'm too big for that small shit\n  Like pigs when it comes to a showdown\n  Huff and puff but the Ak won't get blown down\n  Cause I come strong, rather than come at all and not be ready\n  That's what seperates me from the petty\n  MC's gas themselves by drinking too much getty\n  And get torn the fuck up like confetti\n  I'm rich and thick, your lyrics like Aunt jemimah\n  It doesn't take Keenan Ivory Wayans to know that I'ma\n  Get You Sucka, if you bite like a piranha\n  So save them preschool rhymes for the kids at Wonderama\n  Point blank, period, with no comma\n  Rhymes so dangerous, call for the homi-\n  Cide cause I knock'em dead even when I'm at my worst\n  The only future that lies ahead of them is the lights from the hearse\n  Got game like a crackhead\n  But don't be mislead, I keep rappers on lock like a dread\n  Knots in the head from the words that I said\n  So get a shovel and dig your grave cause the shit you talk is dead\n\n  Aiyyo, it's like\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  And that's all!\n\n  Large Professor\n  I grab up girls like jacks\n  Add'em on like tax, and I'm over like Hot Trax\n  As far as brothers are concerned a pressure cooker from start\n  To finish I diminish like a cuisinart\n  Secondly, I'm sick of critics, who's neckin' me\n  (Oooh he got an afro) yo, but I get dough\n  Why's my name the Large Professor?\n  Cause I milked your cow in other words I hit your heffer\n  Don't talk about how you can break Rambo\n  That's just a bunch of mamba-ja-hambo\n  Propaganda, save it for Savanda\n  Joe and Amanda, Zach and Alexandra\n  Don't let the folks around your way puff your head\n  Cause you'll be the owner of a hospital bed\n  I'll kick fire out your ass so fast\n  You'll be as crispy as my man Bill Blass\n\n  Aiyyo, it's like\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  And that's all!\n\n  It's like\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  And that's all!\n\n  It's like\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  And that's all!\n\n  It's like\n  Like that y'all (that y'all), like that y'all (that y'all)\n  Like that y'all (that y'all), like that y'all (that y'all)\n  Like that y'all (that y'all), like that y'all (that y'all)\n  Yo, and that's all!\n"},{"id":26217833,"name":"Live at the Barbeque","trackName":"Live at the Barbeque","artistName":"Main Source","albumName":"DJ Jazzy Jeff: Hip Hop Forever II (bonus disc)","duration":275.064,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Ahhhhhhhhhhh\nOhhhh ho!\nHo! Ho! Ho! Ho! It's like\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nAnd that's all!\n\nNas\nStreet's disciple, my raps are trifle\nI shoot slugs from my brain just like a rifle\nStampede the stage I leave the microphone split\nPlay Mr. Tuffy while I'm on some Pretty Tone shit\nVerbal assassin my architect pleases\nWhen I was twelve I went to hell for snuffin Jesus\nNasty Nas is a rebel to America\nPolice murderer, I'm causin hysteria\nMy troops roll up with a strange force\nI was trapped in a cage and let out by the Main Source\nSwimmin in women like a lifeguard\nPut on a bulletproof, nigga, I strike hard\nKidnap the President's wife without a plan\nAnd hangin niggaz like the Ku Klux Klan\nI melt mics till the sound waves over\nBefore steppin to me you'd rather step to Jehovah\nSlammin MC's on cement\nCause verbally, I'm iller than a AIDS patient\nI move swift and uplift\nYour mind shoot the gift when I riff in rhyme\nRappin sniper, speakin real words\nMy thoughts react, like Steven Spielberg's\nPoetry attacks, paragraphs punch hard\nMy brain is insane, I'm out to lunch God\nScience is dropped, my raps are toxic\nMy voicebox locks and excels like a rocket\n\nAiyyo it's like\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nAnd that's all!\n\nFatal\nFatal is merciful and they curse me\nWhen I grip the mic I show no mercy\nI got heart, I rip the party apart\nFrom the seams and hem'up like bell-bottom jeans\nBut you get done, you get blues like 501\nBrothers are live but I betcha I'm liver son\nSo let me get upon the scene and redeem\nThe dream of a team, and knock'em out like Mitch Green\nSmoke some thai weed, flow at a high speed\nRap on off breaks stompin' like Northlakes\nCause I'm livin larger than the founders of Fendi\nAn Asiatic brother that many rappers envy\nSo round up your crew and entourage\nAnd let the God Merciful just take charge\n\nAiyyo, it's like\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nAnd that's all!\n\nAkinyele\nSome of them said (said what?) that the Ak should quit\nBut I don't sweat it, cause I'm too big for that small shit\nLike pigs when it comes to a showdown\nHuff and puff but the Ak won't get blown down\nCause I come strong, rather than come at all and not be ready\nThat's what seperates me from the petty\nMC's gas themselves by drinking too much getty\nAnd get torn the fuck up like confetti\nI'm rich and thick, your lyrics like Aunt jemimah\nIt doesn't take Keenan Ivory Wayans to know that I'ma\nGet You Sucka, if you bite like a piranha\nSo save them preschool rhymes for the kids at Wonderama\nPoint blank, period, with no comma\nRhymes so dangerous, call for the homi-\nCide cause I knock'em dead even when I'm at my worst\nThe only future that lies ahead of them is the lights from the hearse\nGot game like a crackhead\nBut don't be mislead, I keep rappers on lock like a dread\nKnots in the head from the words that I said\nSo get a shovel and dig your grave cause the shit you talk is dead\n\nAiyyo, it's like\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nAnd that's all!\n\nLarge Professor\nI grab up girls like jacks\nAdd'em on like tax, and I'm over like Hot Trax\nAs far as brothers are concerned a pressure cooker from start\nTo finish I diminish like a cuisinart\nSecondly, I'm sick of critics, who's neckin' me\n(Oooh he got an afro) yo, but I get dough\nWhy's my name the Large Professor?\nCause I milked your cow in other words I hit your heffer\nDon't talk about how you can break Rambo\nThat's just a bunch of mamba-ja-hambo\nPropaganda, save it for Savanda\nJoe and Amanda, Zach and Alexandra\nDon't let the folks around your way puff your head\nCause you'll be the owner of a hospital bed\nI'll kick fire out your ass so fast\nYou'll be as crispy as my man Bill Blass\n\nAiyyo, it's like\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nAnd that's all!\n\nIt's like\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nAnd that's all!\n\nIt's like\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nAnd that's all!\n\nIt's like\nLike that y'all (that y'all), like that y'all (that y'all)\nLike that y'all (that y'all), like that y'all (that y'all)\nLike that y'all (that y'all), like that y'all (that y'all)\nYo, and that's all!","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.22] Ahhhhhhhhhhh\n[00:06.41] Ohhhh ho!\n[00:11.49] Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho! It's like\n[00:15.71] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[00:18.14] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[00:20.67] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[00:23.15] And that's all!\n[00:24.12] Nas\n[00:24.52] Street's disciple, my raps are trifle\n[00:27.28] I shoot slugs from my brain just like a rifle\n[00:29.79] Stampede the stage I leave the microphone split\n[00:32.30] Play Mr. Tuffy while I'm on some Pretty Tone shit\n[00:34.73] Verbal assassin my architect pleases\n[00:36.87] When I was twelve I went to hell for snuffin Jesus\n[00:39.36] Nasty Nas is a rebel to America\n[00:41.99] Police murderer, I'm causin hysteria\n[00:44.22] My troops roll up with a strange force\n[00:46.28] I was trapped in a cage and let out by the Main Source\n[00:48.78] Swimmin in women like a lifeguard\n[00:51.26] Put on a bulletproof, nigga, I strike hard\n[00:53.23] Kidnap the President's wife without a plan\n[00:55.83] And hangin niggaz like the Ku Klux Klan\n[00:57.94] I melt mics till the sound waves over\n[01:00.27] Before steppin to me you'd rather step to Jehovah\n[01:02.95] Slammin MC's on cement\n[01:04.99] Cause verbally, I'm iller than a AIDS patient\n[01:07.78] I move swift and uplift\n[01:09.63] Your mind shoot the gift when I riff in rhyme\n[01:12.16] Rappin sniper, speakin real words\n[01:14.40] My thoughts react, like Steven Spielberg's\n[01:16.97] Poetry attacks, paragraphs punch hard\n[01:19.18] My brain is insane, I'm out to lunch God\n[01:21.51] Science is dropped, my raps are toxic\n[01:23.87] My voicebox locks and excels like a rocket\n[01:25.80] Aiyyo it's like\n[01:26.95] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[01:29.14] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[01:31.85] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[01:33.57] And that's all!\n[01:34.97] Fatal\n[01:35.34] Fatal is merciful and they curse me\n[01:37.77] When I grip the mic I show no mercy\n[01:40.37] I got heart, I rip the party apart\n[01:42.28] From the seams and hem'up like bell-bottom jeans\n[01:44.73] But you get done, you get blues like 501\n[01:47.33] Brothers are live but I betcha I'm liver son\n[01:49.68] So let me get upon the scene and redeem\n[01:51.86] The dream of a team, and knock'em out like Mitch Green\n[01:54.32] Smoke some thai weed, flow at a high speed\n[01:56.87] Rap on off breaks stompin' like Northlakes\n[01:59.12] Cause I'm livin larger than the founders of Fendi\n[02:01.46] An Asiatic brother that many rappers envy\n[02:03.70] So round up your crew and entourage\n[02:05.97] And let the God Merciful just take charge\n[02:08.03] Aiyyo, it's like\n[02:08.76] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[02:10.16] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[02:12.71] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[02:15.00] And that's all!\n[02:17.23] Akinyele\n[02:17.63] Some of them said (said what?) that the Ak should quit\n[02:20.37] But I don't sweat it, cause I'm too big for that small shit\n[02:22.82] Like pigs when it comes to a showdown\n[02:25.13] Huff and puff but the Ak won't get blown down\n[02:27.34] Cause I come strong, rather than come at all and not be ready\n[02:30.23] That's what seperates me from the petty\n[02:32.69] MC's gas themselves by drinking too much getty\n[02:34.79] And get torn the fuck up like confetti\n[02:36.99] I'm rich and thick, your lyrics like Aunt jemimah\n[02:39.16] It doesn't take Keenan Ivory Wayans to know that I'ma\n[02:41.46] Get You Sucka, if you bite like a piranha\n[02:43.63] So save them preschool rhymes for the kids at Wonderama\n[02:46.24] Point blank, period, with no comma\n[02:48.34] Rhymes so dangerous, call for the homi-\n[02:50.52] Cide cause I knock'em dead even when I'm at my worst\n[02:53.07] The only future that lies ahead of them is the lights from the hearse\n[02:55.78] Got game like a crackhead\n[02:57.30] But don't be mislead, I keep rappers on lock like a dread\n[03:00.34] Knots in the head from the words that I said\n[03:02.40] So get a shovel and dig your grave cause the shit you talk is dead\n[03:04.67] Aiyyo, it's like\n[03:06.36] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[03:07.87] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[03:09.87] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[03:12.83] And that's all!\n[03:13.30] Large Professor\n[03:13.93] I grab up girls like jacks\n[03:16.60] Add'em on like tax, and I'm over like Hot Trax\n[03:19.42] As far as brothers are concerned a pressure cooker from start\n[03:22.03] To finish I diminish like a cuisinart\n[03:24.14] Secondly, I'm sick of critics, who's neckin' me\n[03:26.24] (Oooh he got an afro) yo, but I get dough\n[03:28.61] Why's my name the Large Professor?\n[03:30.96] Cause I milked your cow in other words I hit your heffer\n[03:33.28] Don't talk about how you can break Rambo\n[03:35.76] That's just a bunch of mamba-ja-hambo\n[03:38.09] Propaganda, save it for Savanda\n[03:40.37] Joe and Amanda, Zach and Alexandra\n[03:42.65] Don't let the folks around your way puff your head\n[03:45.08] Cause you'll be the owner of a hospital bed\n[03:47.34] I'll kick fire out your ass so fast\n[03:49.82] You'll be as crispy as my man Bill Blass\n[03:52.02] Aiyyo, it's like\n[03:53.18] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[03:54.17] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[03:57.34] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[03:59.76] And that's all!\n[04:00.95] It's like\n[04:01.54] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[04:03.60] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[04:06.16] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[04:08.61] And that's all!\n[04:10.77] It's like\n[04:11.13] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[04:13.08] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[04:15.41] That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[04:17.44] And that's all!\n[04:19.92] It's like\n[04:20.81] Like that y'all (that y'all), like that y'all (that y'all)\n[04:23.36] Like that y'all (that y'all), like that y'all (that y'all)\n[04:25.17] Like that y'all (that y'all), like that y'all (that y'all)\n[04:26.95] Yo, and that's all!\n[04:29.61] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Live at the Barbeque\n  artist: Main Source\n  album: 'DJ Jazzy Jeff: Hip Hop Forever II (bonus disc)'\n  duration_ms: 275064\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Ahhhhhhhhhhh\n  start_ms: 3220\n  end_ms: 6410\n- text: Ohhhh ho!\n  start_ms: 6410\n  end_ms: 11490\n- text: Ho! 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Ho! Ho! Ho! It's like\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  And that's all!\n\n  Nas\n  Street's disciple, my raps are trifle\n  I shoot slugs from my brain just like a rifle\n  Stampede the stage I leave the microphone split\n  Play Mr. Tuffy while I'm on some Pretty Tone shit\n  Verbal assassin my architect pleases\n  When I was twelve I went to hell for snuffin Jesus\n  Nasty Nas is a rebel to America\n  Police murderer, I'm causin hysteria\n  My troops roll up with a strange force\n  I was trapped in a cage and let out by the Main Source\n  Swimmin in women like a lifeguard\n  Put on a bulletproof, nigga, I strike hard\n  Kidnap the President's wife without a plan\n  And hangin niggaz like the Ku Klux Klan\n  I melt mics till the sound waves over\n  Before steppin to me you'd rather step to Jehovah\n  Slammin MC's on cement\n  Cause verbally, I'm iller than a AIDS patient\n  I move swift and uplift\n  Your mind shoot the gift when I riff in rhyme\n  Rappin sniper, speakin real words\n  My thoughts react, like Steven Spielberg's\n  Poetry attacks, paragraphs punch hard\n  My brain is insane, I'm out to lunch God\n  Science is dropped, my raps are toxic\n  My voicebox locks and excels like a rocket\n\n  Aiyyo it's like\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  And that's all!\n\n  Fatal\n  Fatal is merciful and they curse me\n  When I grip the mic I show no mercy\n  I got heart, I rip the party apart\n  From the seams and hem'up like bell-bottom jeans\n  But you get done, you get blues like 501\n  Brothers are live but I betcha I'm liver son\n  So let me get upon the scene and redeem\n  The dream of a team, and knock'em out like Mitch Green\n  Smoke some thai weed, flow at a high speed\n  Rap on off breaks stompin' like Northlakes\n  Cause I'm livin larger than the founders of Fendi\n  An Asiatic brother that many rappers envy\n  So round up your crew and entourage\n  And let the God Merciful just take charge\n\n  Aiyyo, it's like\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  And that's all!\n\n  Akinyele\n  Some of them said (said what?) that the Ak should quit\n  But I don't sweat it, cause I'm too big for that small shit\n  Like pigs when it comes to a showdown\n  Huff and puff but the Ak won't get blown down\n  Cause I come strong, rather than come at all and not be ready\n  That's what seperates me from the petty\n  MC's gas themselves by drinking too much getty\n  And get torn the fuck up like confetti\n  I'm rich and thick, your lyrics like Aunt jemimah\n  It doesn't take Keenan Ivory Wayans to know that I'ma\n  Get You Sucka, if you bite like a piranha\n  So save them preschool rhymes for the kids at Wonderama\n  Point blank, period, with no comma\n  Rhymes so dangerous, call for the homi-\n  Cide cause I knock'em dead even when I'm at my worst\n  The only future that lies ahead of them is the lights from the hearse\n  Got game like a crackhead\n  But don't be mislead, I keep rappers on lock like a dread\n  Knots in the head from the words that I said\n  So get a shovel and dig your grave cause the shit you talk is dead\n\n  Aiyyo, it's like\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  And that's all!\n\n  Large Professor\n  I grab up girls like jacks\n  Add'em on like tax, and I'm over like Hot Trax\n  As far as brothers are concerned a pressure cooker from start\n  To finish I diminish like a cuisinart\n  Secondly, I'm sick of critics, who's neckin' me\n  (Oooh he got an afro) yo, but I get dough\n  Why's my name the Large Professor?\n  Cause I milked your cow in other words I hit your heffer\n  Don't talk about how you can break Rambo\n  That's just a bunch of mamba-ja-hambo\n  Propaganda, save it for Savanda\n  Joe and Amanda, Zach and Alexandra\n  Don't let the folks around your way puff your head\n  Cause you'll be the owner of a hospital bed\n  I'll kick fire out your ass so fast\n  You'll be as crispy as my man Bill Blass\n\n  Aiyyo, it's like\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  And that's all!\n\n  It's like\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  And that's all!\n\n  It's like\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  And that's all!\n\n  It's like\n  Like that y'all (that y'all), like that y'all (that y'all)\n  Like that y'all (that y'all), like that y'all (that y'all)\n  Like that y'all (that y'all), like that y'all (that y'all)\n  Yo, and that's all!\n"},{"id":38854597,"name":"Live At The Barbeque","trackName":"Live At The Barbeque","artistName":"Main Source","albumName":"Old School Hip Hop Jams (disc 1)","duration":270.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Ahhhhhhhhhhh\nOhhhh ho!\nHo! Ho! Ho! Ho! It's like\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nAnd that's all!\n\nNas\nStreet's disciple, my raps are trifle\nI shoot slugs from my brain just like a rifle\nStampede the stage I leave the microphone split\nPlay Mr. Tuffy while I'm on some Pretty Tone shit\nVerbal assassin my architect pleases\nWhen I was twelve I went to hell for snuffin Jesus\nNasty Nas is a rebel to America\nPolice murderer, I'm causin hysteria\nMy troops roll up with a strange force\nI was trapped in a cage and let out by the Main Source\nSwimmin in women like a lifeguard\nPut on a bulletproof, nigga, I strike hard\nKidnap the President's wife without a plan\nAnd hangin niggaz like the Ku Klux Klan\nI melt mics till the sound waves over\nBefore steppin to me you'd rather step to Jehovah\nSlammin MC's on cement\nCause verbally, I'm iller than a AIDS patient\nI move swift and uplift\nYour mind shoot the 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up your crew and entourage\nAnd let the God Merciful just take charge\n\nAiyyo, it's like\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nThat y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\nAnd that's all!\n\nAkinyele\nSome of them said (said what?) that the Ak should quit\nBut I don't sweat it, cause I'm too big for that small shit\nLike pigs when it comes to a showdown\nHuff and puff but the Ak won't get blown down\nCause I come strong, rather than come at all and not be ready\nThat's what seperates me from the petty\nMC's gas themselves by drinking too much getty\nAnd get torn the fuck up like confetti\nI'm rich and thick, your lyrics like Aunt jemimah\nIt doesn't take Keenan Ivory Wayans to know that I'ma\nGet You Sucka, if you bite like a piranha\nSo save them preschool rhymes for the kids at Wonderama\nPoint blank, period, with no comma\nRhymes so dangerous, call for the homi-\nCide cause I knock'em dead even when I'm at my 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Ho! Ho! Ho! It's like\n[00:15.71]That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[00:18.14]That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[00:20.67]That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[00:23.15]And that's all!\n[00:24.12]Nas\n[00:24.52]Street's disciple, my raps are trifle\n[00:27.28]I shoot slugs from my brain just like a rifle\n[00:29.79]Stampede the stage I leave the microphone split\n[00:32.30]Play Mr. Tuffy while I'm on some Pretty Tone shit\n[00:34.73]Verbal assassin my architect pleases\n[00:36.87]When I was twelve I went to hell for snuffin Jesus\n[00:39.36]Nasty Nas is a rebel to America\n[00:41.99]Police murderer, I'm causin hysteria\n[00:44.22]My troops roll up with a strange force\n[00:46.28]I was trapped in a cage and let out by the Main Source\n[00:48.78]Swimmin in women like a lifeguard\n[00:51.26]Put on a bulletproof, nigga, I strike hard\n[00:53.23]Kidnap the President's wife without a plan\n[00:55.83]And hangin niggaz like the Ku Klux Klan\n[00:57.94]I melt mics till the sound waves over\n[01:00.27]Before steppin to me you'd rather step to Jehovah\n[01:02.95]Slammin MC's on cement\n[01:04.99]Cause verbally, I'm iller than a AIDS patient\n[01:07.78]I move swift and uplift\n[01:09.63]Your mind shoot the gift when I riff in rhyme\n[01:12.16]Rappin sniper, speakin real words\n[01:14.40]My thoughts react, like Steven Spielberg's\n[01:16.97]Poetry attacks, paragraphs punch hard\n[01:19.18]My brain is insane, I'm out to lunch God\n[01:21.51]Science is dropped, my raps are toxic\n[01:23.87]My voicebox locks and excels like a rocket\n[01:25.80]Aiyyo it's like\n[01:26.95]That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[01:29.14]That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[01:31.85]That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[01:33.57]And that's all!\n[01:34.97]Fatal\n[01:35.34]Fatal is merciful and they curse me\n[01:37.77]When I grip the mic I show no mercy\n[01:40.37]I got heart, I rip the party apart\n[01:42.28]From the seams and hem'up like bell-bottom jeans\n[01:44.73]But you get done, you get blues like 501\n[01:47.33]Brothers are live but I betcha I'm liver son\n[01:49.68]So let me get upon the scene and redeem\n[01:51.86]The dream of a team, and knock'em out like Mitch Green\n[01:54.32]Smoke some thai weed, flow at a high speed\n[01:56.87]Rap on off breaks stompin' like Northlakes\n[01:59.12]Cause I'm livin larger than the founders of Fendi\n[02:01.46]An Asiatic brother that many rappers envy\n[02:03.70]So round up your crew and entourage\n[02:05.97]And let the God Merciful just take charge\n[02:08.03]Aiyyo, it's like\n[02:08.76]That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[02:10.16]That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[02:12.71]That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[02:15.00]And that's all!\n[02:17.23]Akinyele\n[02:17.63]Some of them said (said what?) that the Ak should quit\n[02:20.37]But I don't sweat it, cause I'm too big for that small shit\n[02:22.82]Like pigs when it comes to a showdown\n[02:25.13]Huff and puff but the Ak won't get blown down\n[02:27.34]Cause I come strong, rather than come at all and not be ready\n[02:30.23]That's what seperates me from the petty\n[02:32.69]MC's gas themselves by drinking too much getty\n[02:34.79]And get torn the fuck up like confetti\n[02:36.99]I'm rich and thick, your lyrics like Aunt jemimah\n[02:39.16]It doesn't take Keenan Ivory Wayans to know that I'ma\n[02:41.46]Get You Sucka, if you bite like a piranha\n[02:43.63]So save them preschool rhymes for the kids at Wonderama\n[02:46.24]Point blank, period, with no comma\n[02:48.34]Rhymes so dangerous, call for the homi-\n[02:50.52]Cide cause I knock'em dead even when I'm at my worst\n[02:53.07]The only future that lies ahead of them is the lights from the hearse\n[02:55.78]Got game like a crackhead\n[02:57.30]But don't be mislead, I keep rappers on lock like a dread\n[03:00.34]Knots in the head from the words that I said\n[03:02.40]So get a shovel and dig your grave cause the shit you talk is dead\n[03:04.67]Aiyyo, it's like\n[03:06.36]That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[03:07.87]That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[03:09.87]That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[03:12.83]And that's all!\n[03:13.30]Large Professor\n[03:13.93]I grab up girls like jacks\n[03:16.60]Add'em on like tax, and I'm over like Hot Trax\n[03:19.42]As far as brothers are concerned a pressure cooker from start\n[03:22.03]To finish I diminish like a cuisinart\n[03:24.14]Secondly, I'm sick of critics, who's neckin' me\n[03:26.24](Oooh he got an afro) yo, but I get dough\n[03:28.61]Why's my name the Large Professor?\n[03:30.96]Cause I milked your cow in other words I hit your heffer\n[03:33.28]Don't talk about how you can break Rambo\n[03:35.76]That's just a bunch of mamba-ja-hambo\n[03:38.09]Propaganda, save it for Savanda\n[03:40.37]Joe and Amanda, Zach and Alexandra\n[03:42.65]Don't let the folks around your way puff your head\n[03:45.08]Cause you'll be the owner of a hospital bed\n[03:47.34]I'll kick fire out your ass so fast\n[03:49.82]You'll be as crispy as my man Bill Blass\n[03:52.02]Aiyyo, it's like\n[03:53.18]That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[03:54.17]That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[03:57.34]That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[03:59.76]And that's all!\n[04:00.95]It's like\n[04:01.54]That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[04:03.60]That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[04:06.16]That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[04:08.61]And that's all!\n[04:10.77]It's like\n[04:11.13]That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[04:13.08]That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[04:15.41]That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n[04:17.44]And that's all!\n[04:19.92]It's like\n[04:20.81]Like that y'all (that y'all), like that y'all (that y'all)\n[04:23.36]Like that y'all (that y'all), like that y'all 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like that y'all (that y'all)\n  start_ms: 260810\n  end_ms: 263360\n- text: Like that y'all (that y'all), like that y'all (that y'all)\n  start_ms: 263360\n  end_ms: 265170\n- text: Like that y'all (that y'all), like that y'all (that y'all)\n  start_ms: 265170\n  end_ms: 266950\n- text: Yo, and that's all!\n  start_ms: 266950\n  end_ms: 269610\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 269610\nplain: |-\n  Ahhhhhhhhhhh\n  Ohhhh ho!\n  Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho! It's like\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  And that's all!\n\n  Nas\n  Street's disciple, my raps are trifle\n  I shoot slugs from my brain just like a rifle\n  Stampede the stage I leave the microphone split\n  Play Mr. Tuffy while I'm on some Pretty Tone shit\n  Verbal assassin my architect pleases\n  When I was twelve I went to hell for snuffin Jesus\n  Nasty Nas is a rebel to America\n  Police murderer, I'm causin hysteria\n  My troops roll up with a strange force\n  I was trapped in a cage and let out by the Main Source\n  Swimmin in women like a lifeguard\n  Put on a bulletproof, nigga, I strike hard\n  Kidnap the President's wife without a plan\n  And hangin niggaz like the Ku Klux Klan\n  I melt mics till the sound waves over\n  Before steppin to me you'd rather step to Jehovah\n  Slammin MC's on cement\n  Cause verbally, I'm iller than a AIDS patient\n  I move swift and uplift\n  Your mind shoot the gift when I riff in rhyme\n  Rappin sniper, speakin real words\n  My thoughts react, like Steven Spielberg's\n  Poetry attacks, paragraphs punch hard\n  My brain is insane, I'm out to lunch God\n  Science is dropped, my raps are toxic\n  My voicebox locks and excels like a rocket\n\n  Aiyyo it's like\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  And that's all!\n\n  Fatal\n  Fatal is merciful and they curse me\n  When I grip the mic I show no mercy\n  I got heart, I rip the party apart\n  From the seams and hem'up like bell-bottom jeans\n  But you get done, you get blues like 501\n  Brothers are live but I betcha I'm liver son\n  So let me get upon the scene and redeem\n  The dream of a team, and knock'em out like Mitch Green\n  Smoke some thai weed, flow at a high speed\n  Rap on off breaks stompin' like Northlakes\n  Cause I'm livin larger than the founders of Fendi\n  An Asiatic brother that many rappers envy\n  So round up your crew and entourage\n  And let the God Merciful just take charge\n\n  Aiyyo, it's like\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  And that's all!\n\n  Akinyele\n  Some of them said (said what?) that the Ak should quit\n  But I don't sweat it, cause I'm too big for that small shit\n  Like pigs when it comes to a showdown\n  Huff and puff but the Ak won't get blown down\n  Cause I come strong, rather than come at all and not be ready\n  That's what seperates me from the petty\n  MC's gas themselves by drinking too much getty\n  And get torn the fuck up like confetti\n  I'm rich and thick, your lyrics like Aunt jemimah\n  It doesn't take Keenan Ivory Wayans to know that I'ma\n  Get You Sucka, if you bite like a piranha\n  So save them preschool rhymes for the kids at Wonderama\n  Point blank, period, with no comma\n  Rhymes so dangerous, call for the homi-\n  Cide cause I knock'em dead even when I'm at my worst\n  The only future that lies ahead of them is the lights from the hearse\n  Got game like a crackhead\n  But don't be mislead, I keep rappers on lock like a dread\n  Knots in the head from the words that I said\n  So get a shovel and dig your grave cause the shit you talk is dead\n\n  Aiyyo, it's like\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  And that's all!\n\n  Large Professor\n  I grab up girls like jacks\n  Add'em on like tax, and I'm over like Hot Trax\n  As far as brothers are concerned a pressure cooker from start\n  To finish I diminish like a cuisinart\n  Secondly, I'm sick of critics, who's neckin' me\n  (Oooh he got an afro) yo, but I get dough\n  Why's my name the Large Professor?\n  Cause I milked your cow in other words I hit your heffer\n  Don't talk about how you can break Rambo\n  That's just a bunch of mamba-ja-hambo\n  Propaganda, save it for Savanda\n  Joe and Amanda, Zach and Alexandra\n  Don't let the folks around your way puff your head\n  Cause you'll be the owner of a hospital bed\n  I'll kick fire out your ass so fast\n  You'll be as crispy as my man Bill Blass\n\n  Aiyyo, it's like\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  And that's all!\n\n  It's like\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  And that's all!\n\n  It's like\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all)\n  And that's all!\n\n  It's like\n  Like that y'all (that y'all), like that y'all (that y'all)\n  Like that y'all (that y'all), like that y'all (that y'all)\n  Like that y'all (that y'all), like that y'all (that y'all)\n  Yo, and that's all!\n"}]