[{"id":3686203,"name":"Problem","trackName":"Problem","artistName":"Method Man","albumName":"4:21...The Day After","duration":210.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"You don't want no problems, problems\nYou don't want no problems, problems\n\nYeah, real man with ya stinking ass\nCome on, that's my nigga right there, let's do it\nNever count me out, nigga, just count me in\n\nLook, I ain't came to bone these chicks\nNot this time, I got a bone to pick, I got a zone to pick\nNow, who that nigga up in the zone and shit?\nBack in the building like he own the bitch\n\nNobody cold as this, if I ain't got it, then it don't exist\nI spit that bird flu, my flows is sick, I'm still as ill as they come\nProtect ya neck, when you dealing with them\nNow Erick, stick a fork in him, he done, hah\n\nIt boggle's the mind, like trying to ketchup to a bottle of Heinz\nIt's like forensics trying to follow the crime, they want time\nAnd sometime, a nigga had to swallow them dimes\nWhile 85 percent swallowing swine\n\nSee wherever he roam, it's all gravy, man, whatever he own\nLong as I got myself a Marilyn loan, Phillies are better chrome\nIf there's a problem, nigga, let it be known\nAnd while I sleep, my bitch be checking my phone\n'Cause I'm a problem, nigga\n\nEase up, or put them G's up\nScream at ya frog, nigga, leap up\nNow who got a problem with that?\n\nThey need to beast up, need to speak up\nOr forever hold they peace up\nIf they got a problem with that\n\n(Hey you)\nDon't want no problem, nigga\n(Hey you)\nDon't want no problem, nigga\n\n(Hey you)\nDon't want no problem, nigga\n(Hey you)\nDon't want no problem, nigga\n\nHey you\nBelieve what I say when I tell ya\nYeah, you, nigga\nYou don't want no problem with that\n\nLook, my Clan all one and the same\nUntil my name number one in the game, it's not a game, nigga\nLike Billy Danze, I be running with fame\nMe and my lynch mob coming to hang, it's Wu-Tang for life\n\nHard body, another day in the life\nCredit his momma now for raising him right\nJust want the people to know, I'm 'bout to blow\nLike I'm shaking the dice, making me mad?\nNah, y'all making me right 'cause y'all was taking me light\n\nSo let my pen talk and say what he like\nAnd have the court system say and indite, I'm O.J. in the mic\nLiquid plumber, I be laying the pipe\nAnd if it's tight, girl, I'm staying tonight\n\nNot only raising on the price, on MC'ing, but I'm raising the bar\nAnd if you scary, nigga, wait in the car\nMotherfuckers, I'm hard, hard as cooked up in mayonnaise jars\nPurple haze, Cuban made cigars, I'm a problem, nigga\n\nEase up, or put them G's up\nScream at ya frog, nigga, leap up\nNow who got a problem with that?\n\nThey need to beast up, need to speak up\nOr forever hold they peace up\nIf they got a problem with that\n\n(Hey you)\nDon't want no problem, nigga\n(Hey you)\nDon't want no problem, nigga\n\n(Hey you)\nDon't want no problem, nigga\n(Hey you)\nDon't want no problem, nigga\n\nHey you\nBelieve what I say when I tell ya\nYeah, you, nigga\nYou don't want no problem with that\n\nE, you know I'm just like that\nBig baller, nigga, just like Shaq, so come on, niggaz\nIf they busting, I better bust right back\n'Meth spit it from the guts like\n\nMan down, I'm that dude, hands down, stare down\nI'm past due for cash rule, y'all can't clown\nI'm bank now, your ass lose nothing but rhyme\nNew York Times, I'm bad news, and I'ma problem, nigga\n\nEase up, or put them G's up\nScream at ya frog, nigga, leap up\nNow who got a problem with that?\n\nThey need to beast up, need to speak up\nOr forever hold they peace up\nIf they got a problem with that\n\n(Hey you)\nDon't want no problem, nigga\n(Hey you)\nDon't want no problem, nigga\n\n(Hey you)\nDon't want no problem, nigga\n(Hey you)\nDon't want no problem, nigga\n\nHey you\nBelieve what I say when I tell ya\nYeah, you, nigga\nYou don't want no problem with that\n\nEase up, or put them G's up\nScream at ya frog, nigga, leap up\nNow who got a problem with that?\n\nThey need to beast up, need to speak up\nOr forever hold they peace up\nIf they got a problem with that\n\n(Hey you)\nDon't want no problem, nigga\n(Hey you)\nDon't want no problem, nigga\n\n(Hey you)\nDon't want no problem, nigga\n(Hey you)\nDon't want no problem, nigga\n\nHey you\nBelieve what I say when I tell ya\nYeah, you, nigga\nYou don't want no problem with that","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Problem\n  artist: Method Man\n  album: 4:21...The Day After\n  duration_ms: 210000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  You don't want no problems, problems\n  You don't want no problems, problems\n\n  Yeah, real man with ya stinking ass\n  Come on, that's my nigga right there, let's do it\n  Never count me out, nigga, just count me in\n\n  Look, I ain't came to bone these chicks\n  Not this time, I got a bone to pick, I got a zone to pick\n  Now, who that nigga up in the zone and shit?\n  Back in the building like he own the bitch\n\n  Nobody cold as this, if I ain't got it, then it don't exist\n  I spit that bird flu, my flows is sick, I'm still as ill as they come\n  Protect ya neck, when you dealing with them\n  Now Erick, stick a fork in him, he done, hah\n\n  It boggle's the mind, like trying to ketchup to a bottle of Heinz\n  It's like forensics trying to follow the crime, they want time\n  And sometime, a nigga had to swallow them dimes\n  While 85 percent swallowing swine\n\n  See wherever he roam, it's all gravy, man, whatever he own\n  Long as I got myself a Marilyn loan, Phillies are better chrome\n  If there's a problem, nigga, let it be known\n  And while I sleep, my bitch be checking my phone\n  'Cause I'm a problem, nigga\n\n  Ease up, or put them G's up\n  Scream at ya frog, nigga, leap up\n  Now who got a problem with that?\n\n  They need to beast up, need to speak up\n  Or forever hold they peace up\n  If they got a problem with that\n\n  (Hey you)\n  Don't want no problem, nigga\n  (Hey you)\n  Don't want no problem, nigga\n\n  (Hey you)\n  Don't want no problem, nigga\n  (Hey you)\n  Don't want no problem, nigga\n\n  Hey you\n  Believe what I say when I tell ya\n  Yeah, you, nigga\n  You don't want no problem with that\n\n  Look, my Clan all one and the same\n  Until my name number one in the game, it's not a game, nigga\n  Like Billy Danze, I be running with fame\n  Me and my lynch mob coming to hang, it's Wu-Tang for life\n\n  Hard body, another day in the life\n  Credit his momma now for raising him right\n  Just want the people to know, I'm 'bout to blow\n  Like I'm shaking the dice, making me mad?\n  Nah, y'all making me right 'cause y'all was taking me light\n\n  So let my pen talk and say what he like\n  And have the court system say and indite, I'm O.J. in the mic\n  Liquid plumber, I be laying the pipe\n  And if it's tight, girl, I'm staying tonight\n\n  Not only raising on the price, on MC'ing, but I'm raising the bar\n  And if you scary, nigga, wait in the car\n  Motherfuckers, I'm hard, hard as cooked up in mayonnaise jars\n  Purple haze, Cuban made cigars, I'm a problem, nigga\n\n  Ease up, or put them G's up\n  Scream at ya frog, nigga, leap up\n  Now who got a problem with that?\n\n  They need to beast up, need to speak up\n  Or forever hold they peace up\n  If they got a problem with that\n\n  (Hey you)\n  Don't want no problem, nigga\n  (Hey you)\n  Don't want no problem, nigga\n\n  (Hey you)\n  Don't want no problem, nigga\n  (Hey you)\n  Don't want no problem, nigga\n\n  Hey you\n  Believe what I say when I tell ya\n  Yeah, you, nigga\n  You don't want no problem with that\n\n  E, you know I'm just like that\n  Big baller, nigga, just like Shaq, so come on, niggaz\n  If they busting, I better bust right back\n  'Meth spit it from the guts like\n\n  Man down, I'm that dude, hands down, stare down\n  I'm past due for cash rule, y'all can't clown\n  I'm bank now, your ass lose nothing 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Believe what I say when I tell ya\n  Yeah, you, nigga\n  You don't want no problem with that\n"},{"id":21217532,"name":"Problem","trackName":"Problem","artistName":"Method Man","albumName":"4:21... 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The Day After [UK Bonus Track]\n  duration_ms: 210239\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  You don't want no problems, problems\n  You don't want no problems, problems\n\n  Yeah, real man with ya stinking ass\n  Come on, that's my nigga right there, let's do it\n  Never count me out, nigga, just count me in\n\n  Look, I ain't came to bone these chicks\n  Not this time, I got a bone to pick, I got a zone to pick\n  Now, who that nigga up in the zone and shit?\n  Back in the building like he own the bitch\n\n  Nobody cold as this, if I ain't got it, then it don't exist\n  I spit that bird flu, my flows is sick, I'm still as ill as they come\n  Protect ya neck, when you dealing with them\n  Now Erick, stick a fork in him, he done, hah\n\n  It boggle's the mind, like trying to ketchup to a bottle of Heinz\n  It's like forensics trying to follow the crime, they want time\n  And sometime, a nigga had to swallow them dimes\n  While 85 percent swallowing swine\n\n  See wherever he roam, it's all gravy, man, whatever he own\n  Long as I got myself a Marilyn loan, Phillies are better chrome\n  If there's a problem, nigga, let it be known\n  And while I sleep, my bitch be checking my phone\n  'Cause I'm a problem, nigga\n\n  Ease up, or put them G's up\n  Scream at ya frog, nigga, leap up\n  Now who got a problem with that?\n\n  They need to beast up, need to speak up\n  Or forever hold they peace up\n  If they got a problem with that\n\n  (Hey you)\n  Don't want no problem, nigga\n  (Hey you)\n  Don't want no problem, nigga\n\n  (Hey you)\n  Don't want no problem, nigga\n  (Hey you)\n  Don't want no problem, nigga\n\n  Hey you\n  Believe what I say when I tell ya\n  Yeah, you, nigga\n  You don't want no problem with that\n\n  Look, my Clan all one and the same\n  Until my name number one in the game, it's not a game, nigga\n  Like Billy Danze, I be running with fame\n  Me and my lynch mob coming to hang, it's Wu-Tang for life\n\n  Hard body, another day in the life\n  Credit his momma now for raising him right\n  Just want the people to know, I'm 'bout to blow\n  Like I'm shaking the dice, making me mad?\n  Nah, y'all making me right 'cause y'all was taking me light\n\n  So let my pen talk and say what he like\n  And have the court system say and indite, I'm O.J. in the mic\n  Liquid plumber, I be laying the pipe\n  And if it's tight, girl, I'm staying tonight\n\n  Not only raising on the price, on MC'ing, but I'm raising the bar\n  And if you scary, nigga, wait in the car\n  Motherfuckers, I'm hard, hard as cooked up in mayonnaise jars\n  Purple haze, Cuban made cigars, I'm a problem, nigga\n\n  Ease up, or put them G's up\n  Scream at ya frog, nigga, leap up\n  Now who got a problem with that?\n\n  They need to beast up, need to speak up\n  Or forever hold they peace up\n  If they got a problem with that\n\n  (Hey you)\n  Don't want no problem, nigga\n  (Hey you)\n  Don't want no problem, nigga\n\n  (Hey you)\n  Don't want no problem, nigga\n  (Hey you)\n  Don't want no problem, nigga\n\n  Hey you\n  Believe what I say when I tell ya\n  Yeah, you, nigga\n  You don't want no problem with that\n\n  E, you know I'm just like that\n  Big baller, nigga, just like Shaq, so come on, niggaz\n  If they busting, I better bust right back\n  'Meth spit it from the guts like\n\n  Man down, I'm that dude, hands down, stare down\n  I'm past due for cash rule, y'all can't clown\n  I'm bank now, your ass lose nothing but rhyme\n  New York Times, I'm bad news, and I'ma problem, nigga\n\n  Ease up, or put them G's up\n  Scream at ya frog, nigga, leap up\n  Now who got a problem with that?\n\n  They need to beast up, need to speak up\n  Or forever hold they peace up\n  If they got a problem with that\n\n  (Hey you)\n  Don't want no problem, nigga\n  (Hey you)\n  Don't want no problem, nigga\n\n  (Hey you)\n  Don't want no problem, nigga\n  (Hey you)\n  Don't want no problem, nigga\n\n  Hey you\n  Believe what I say when I tell ya\n  Yeah, you, nigga\n  You don't want no problem with that\n\n  Ease up, or put them G's up\n  Scream at ya frog, nigga, leap up\n  Now who got a problem with that?\n\n  They need to beast up, need to speak up\n  Or forever hold they peace up\n  If they got a problem with that\n\n  (Hey you)\n  Don't want no problem, nigga\n  (Hey you)\n  Don't want no problem, nigga\n\n  (Hey you)\n  Don't want no problem, nigga\n  (Hey you)\n  Don't want no problem, nigga\n\n  Hey you\n  Believe what I say when I tell ya\n  Yeah, you, nigga\n  You don't want no problem with that\n"},{"id":18905756,"name":"Problem","trackName":"Problem","artistName":"Method Man","albumName":"A Taste Of Tical 0 Pt. 3","duration":206.053878,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"You don't want no problems, problems\nYou don't want no problems, problems\n\nYeah, real man with ya stinking ass\nCome on, that's my nigga right there, let's do it\nNever count me out, nigga, just count me in\n\nLook, I ain't came to bone these chicks\nNot this time, I got a bone to pick, I got a zone to pick\nNow, who that nigga up in the zone and shit?\nBack in the building like he own the bitch\n\nNobody cold as this, if I ain't got it, then it don't exist\nI spit that bird flu, my flows is sick, I'm still as ill as they come\nProtect ya neck, when you dealing with them\nNow Erick, stick a fork in him, he done, hah\n\nIt boggle's the mind, like trying to ketchup to a bottle of Heinz\nIt's like forensics trying to follow the crime, they want time\nAnd sometime, a nigga had to swallow them dimes\nWhile 85 percent swallowing swine\n\nSee wherever he roam, it's all gravy, man, whatever he own\nLong as I got myself a Marilyn loan, Phillies are better chrome\nIf there's a problem, nigga, let it be known\nAnd while I sleep, my bitch be checking my phone\n'Cause I'm a problem, nigga\n\nEase up, or put them G's up\nScream at ya frog, nigga, leap up\nNow who got a problem with that?\n\nThey need to beast up, need to speak up\nOr forever hold they peace up\nIf they got a problem with that\n\n(Hey you)\nDon't want no problem, nigga\n(Hey you)\nDon't want no problem, nigga\n\n(Hey you)\nDon't want no problem, nigga\n(Hey you)\nDon't want no problem, nigga\n\nHey you\nBelieve what I say when I tell ya\nYeah, you, nigga\nYou don't want no problem with that\n\nLook, my Clan all one and the same\nUntil my name number one in the game, it's not a game, nigga\nLike Billy Danze, I be running with fame\nMe and my lynch mob coming to hang, it's Wu-Tang for life\n\nHard body, another day in the life\nCredit his momma now for raising him right\nJust want the people to know, I'm 'bout to blow\nLike I'm shaking the dice, making me mad?\nNah, y'all making me right 'cause y'all was taking me light\n\nSo let my pen talk and say what he like\nAnd have the court system say and indite, I'm O.J. in the mic\nLiquid plumber, I be laying the pipe\nAnd if it's tight, girl, I'm staying tonight\n\nNot only raising on the 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Times, I'm bad news, and I'ma problem, nigga\n\nEase up, or put them G's up\nScream at ya frog, nigga, leap up\nNow who got a problem with that?\n\nThey need to beast up, need to speak up\nOr forever hold they peace up\nIf they got a problem with that\n\n(Hey you)\nDon't want no problem, nigga\n(Hey you)\nDon't want no problem, nigga\n\n(Hey you)\nDon't want no problem, nigga\n(Hey you)\nDon't want no problem, nigga\n\nHey you\nBelieve what I say when I tell ya\nYeah, you, nigga\nYou don't want no problem with that\n\nEase up, or put them G's up\nScream at ya frog, nigga, leap up\nNow who got a problem with that?\n\nThey need to beast up, need to speak up\nOr forever hold they peace up\nIf they got a problem with that\n\n(Hey you)\nDon't want no problem, nigga\n(Hey you)\nDon't want no problem, nigga\n\n(Hey you)\nDon't want no problem, nigga\n(Hey you)\nDon't want no problem, nigga\n\nHey you\nBelieve what I say when I tell ya\nYeah, you, nigga\nYou don't want no problem with 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time\n  And sometime, a nigga had to swallow them dimes\n  While 85 percent swallowing swine\n\n  See wherever he roam, it's all gravy, man, whatever he own\n  Long as I got myself a Marilyn loan, Phillies are better chrome\n  If there's a problem, nigga, let it be known\n  And while I sleep, my bitch be checking my phone\n  'Cause I'm a problem, nigga\n\n  Ease up, or put them G's up\n  Scream at ya frog, nigga, leap up\n  Now who got a problem with that?\n\n  They need to beast up, need to speak up\n  Or forever hold they peace up\n  If they got a problem with that\n\n  (Hey you)\n  Don't want no problem, nigga\n  (Hey you)\n  Don't want no problem, nigga\n\n  (Hey you)\n  Don't want no problem, nigga\n  (Hey you)\n  Don't want no problem, nigga\n\n  Hey you\n  Believe what I say when I tell ya\n  Yeah, you, nigga\n  You don't want no problem with that\n\n  Look, my Clan all one and the same\n  Until my name number one in the game, it's not a game, nigga\n  Like Billy Danze, I be running with fame\n  Me and my lynch mob coming to hang, it's Wu-Tang for life\n\n  Hard body, another day in the life\n  Credit his momma now for raising him right\n  Just want the people to know, I'm 'bout to blow\n  Like I'm shaking the dice, making me mad?\n  Nah, y'all making me right 'cause y'all was taking me light\n\n  So let my pen talk and say what he like\n  And have the court system say and indite, I'm O.J. in the mic\n  Liquid plumber, I be laying the pipe\n  And if it's tight, girl, I'm staying tonight\n\n  Not only raising on the price, on MC'ing, but I'm raising the bar\n  And if you scary, nigga, wait in the car\n  Motherfuckers, I'm hard, hard as cooked up in mayonnaise jars\n  Purple haze, Cuban made cigars, I'm a problem, nigga\n\n  Ease up, or put them G's up\n  Scream at ya frog, nigga, leap up\n  Now who got a problem with that?\n\n  They need to beast up, need to speak up\n  Or forever hold they peace up\n  If they got a problem with that\n\n  (Hey you)\n  Don't want no problem, nigga\n  (Hey you)\n  Don't want no problem, nigga\n\n  (Hey you)\n  Don't want no problem, nigga\n  (Hey you)\n  Don't want no problem, nigga\n\n  Hey you\n  Believe what I say when I tell ya\n  Yeah, you, nigga\n  You don't want no problem with that\n\n  E, you know I'm just like that\n  Big baller, nigga, just like Shaq, so come on, niggaz\n  If they busting, I better bust right back\n  'Meth spit it from the guts like\n\n  Man down, I'm that dude, hands down, stare down\n  I'm past due for cash rule, y'all can't clown\n  I'm bank now, your ass lose nothing but rhyme\n  New York Times, I'm bad news, and I'ma problem, nigga\n\n  Ease up, or put them G's up\n  Scream at ya frog, nigga, leap up\n  Now who got a problem with that?\n\n  They need to beast up, need to speak up\n  Or forever hold they peace up\n  If they got a problem with that\n\n  (Hey you)\n  Don't want no problem, nigga\n  (Hey you)\n  Don't want no problem, nigga\n\n  (Hey you)\n  Don't want no problem, nigga\n  (Hey you)\n  Don't want no problem, nigga\n\n  Hey you\n  Believe what I say when I tell ya\n  Yeah, you, nigga\n  You don't want no problem with that\n\n  Ease up, or put them G's up\n  Scream at ya frog, nigga, leap up\n  Now who got a problem with that?\n\n  They need to beast up, need to speak up\n  Or forever hold they peace up\n  If they got a problem with that\n\n  (Hey you)\n  Don't want no problem, nigga\n  (Hey you)\n  Don't want no problem, nigga\n\n  (Hey you)\n  Don't want no problem, nigga\n  (Hey you)\n  Don't want no problem, nigga\n\n  Hey you\n  Believe what I say when I tell ya\n  Yeah, you, nigga\n  You don't want no problem with that\n"},{"id":14208105,"name":"Problem","trackName":"Problem","artistName":"Method Man","albumName":"4∶21․․․ The Day After","duration":210.2387,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"You don't want no problems, problems\nYou don't want no problems, problems\n\nYeah, real man with ya stinking ass\nCome on, that's my nigga right there, let's do it\nNever count me out, nigga, just count me in\n\nLook, I ain't came to bone these chicks\nNot this time, I got a bone to pick, I got a zone to pick\nNow, who that nigga up in the zone and shit?\nBack in the building like he own the bitch\n\nNobody cold as this, if I ain't got it, then it don't exist\nI spit that bird flu, my flows is sick, I'm still as ill as they come\nProtect ya neck, when you dealing with them\nNow Erick, stick a fork in him, he done, hah\n\nIt boggle's the mind, like trying to ketchup to a bottle of Heinz\nIt's like forensics trying to follow the crime, they want time\nAnd sometime, a nigga had to swallow them dimes\nWhile 85 percent swallowing swine\n\nSee wherever he roam, it's all gravy, man, whatever he own\nLong as I got myself a Marilyn loan, Phillies are better chrome\nIf there's a problem, nigga, let it be known\nAnd while I sleep, my bitch be checking my phone\n'Cause I'm a problem, nigga\n\nEase up, or put them G's up\nScream at ya frog, nigga, leap up\nNow who got a problem with that?\n\nThey need to beast up, need to speak up\nOr forever hold they peace up\nIf they got a problem with that\n\n(Hey you)\nDon't want no problem, nigga\n(Hey you)\nDon't want no problem, nigga\n\n(Hey you)\nDon't want no problem, nigga\n(Hey you)\nDon't want no problem, nigga\n\nHey you\nBelieve what I say when I tell ya\nYeah, you, nigga\nYou don't want no problem with that\n\nLook, my Clan all one and the same\nUntil my name number one in the game, it's not a game, nigga\nLike Billy Danze, I be running with fame\nMe and my lynch mob coming to hang, it's Wu-Tang for life\n\nHard body, another day in the life\nCredit his momma now for raising him right\nJust want the people to know, I'm 'bout to blow\nLike I'm shaking the dice, making me mad?\nNah, y'all making me right 'cause y'all was taking me light\n\nSo let my pen talk and say what he like\nAnd have the court system say and indite, I'm O.J. in the mic\nLiquid 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nigga\n\nHey you\nBelieve what I say when I tell ya\nYeah, you, nigga\nYou don't want no problem with that","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Problem\n  artist: Method Man\n  album: 4∶21․․․ The Day After\n  duration_ms: 210239\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  You don't want no problems, problems\n  You don't want no problems, problems\n\n  Yeah, real man with ya stinking ass\n  Come on, that's my nigga right there, let's do it\n  Never count me out, nigga, just count me in\n\n  Look, I ain't came to bone these chicks\n  Not this time, I got a bone to pick, I got a zone to pick\n  Now, who that nigga up in the zone and shit?\n  Back in the building like he own the bitch\n\n  Nobody cold as this, if I ain't got it, then it don't exist\n  I spit that bird flu, my flows is sick, I'm still as ill as they come\n  Protect ya neck, when you dealing with them\n  Now Erick, stick a fork in him, he done, hah\n\n  It boggle's the mind, like trying 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Yeah, you, nigga\n  You don't want no problem with that\n\n  Look, my Clan all one and the same\n  Until my name number one in the game, it's not a game, nigga\n  Like Billy Danze, I be running with fame\n  Me and my lynch mob coming to hang, it's Wu-Tang for life\n\n  Hard body, another day in the life\n  Credit his momma now for raising him right\n  Just want the people to know, I'm 'bout to blow\n  Like I'm shaking the dice, making me mad?\n  Nah, y'all making me right 'cause y'all was taking me light\n\n  So let my pen talk and say what he like\n  And have the court system say and indite, I'm O.J. in the mic\n  Liquid plumber, I be laying the pipe\n  And if it's tight, girl, I'm staying tonight\n\n  Not only raising on the price, on MC'ing, but I'm raising the bar\n  And if you scary, nigga, wait in the car\n  Motherfuckers, I'm hard, hard as cooked up in mayonnaise jars\n  Purple haze, Cuban made cigars, I'm a problem, nigga\n\n  Ease up, or put them G's up\n  Scream at ya frog, nigga, leap up\n  Now who got a problem with that?\n\n  They need to beast up, need to speak up\n  Or forever hold they peace up\n  If they got a problem with that\n\n  (Hey you)\n  Don't want no problem, nigga\n  (Hey you)\n  Don't want no problem, nigga\n\n  (Hey you)\n  Don't want no problem, nigga\n  (Hey you)\n  Don't want no problem, nigga\n\n  Hey you\n  Believe what I say when I tell ya\n  Yeah, you, nigga\n  You don't want no problem with that\n\n  E, you know I'm just like that\n  Big baller, nigga, just like Shaq, so come on, niggaz\n  If they busting, I better bust right back\n  'Meth spit it from the guts like\n\n  Man down, I'm that dude, hands down, stare down\n  I'm past due for cash rule, y'all can't clown\n  I'm bank now, your ass lose nothing but rhyme\n  New York Times, I'm bad news, and I'ma problem, nigga\n\n  Ease up, or put them G's up\n  Scream at ya frog, nigga, leap up\n  Now who got a problem with that?\n\n  They need to beast up, need to speak up\n  Or 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Yeah, you, nigga\n  You don't want no problem with that\n\n  Ease up, or put them G's up\n  Scream at ya frog, nigga, leap up\n  Now who got a problem with that?\n\n  They need to beast up, need to speak up\n  Or forever hold they peace up\n  If they got a problem with that\n\n  (Hey you)\n  Don't want no problem, nigga\n  (Hey you)\n  Don't want no problem, nigga\n\n  (Hey you)\n  Don't want no problem, nigga\n  (Hey you)\n  Don't want no problem, nigga\n\n  Hey you\n  Believe what I say when I tell ya\n  Yeah, you, nigga\n  You don't want no problem with that\n"},{"id":25791614,"name":"Problem","trackName":"Problem","artistName":"Method Man","albumName":"The Day After","duration":210.416327,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"You don't want no problems, problems\nYou don't want no problems, problems\n\nYeah, real man with ya stinking ass\nCome on, that's my nigga right there, let's do it\nNever count me out, nigga, just count me in\n\nLook, I ain't came to bone 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fame\n  Me and my lynch mob coming to hang, it's Wu-Tang for life\n\n  Hard body, another day in the life\n  Credit his momma now for raising him right\n  Just want the people to know, I'm 'bout to blow\n  Like I'm shaking the dice, making me mad?\n  Nah, y'all making me right 'cause y'all was taking me light\n\n  So let my pen talk and say what he like\n  And have the court system say and indite, I'm O.J. in the mic\n  Liquid plumber, I be laying the pipe\n  And if it's tight, girl, I'm staying tonight\n\n  Not only raising on the price, on MC'ing, but I'm raising the bar\n  And if you scary, nigga, wait in the car\n  Motherfuckers, I'm hard, hard as cooked up in mayonnaise jars\n  Purple haze, Cuban made cigars, I'm a problem, nigga\n\n  Ease up, or put them G's up\n  Scream at ya frog, nigga, leap up\n  Now who got a problem with that?\n\n  They need to beast up, need to speak up\n  Or forever hold they peace up\n  If they got a problem with that\n\n  (Hey you)\n  Don't want no 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follow the crime, they want time\n  And sometime, a nigga had to swallow them dimes\n  While 85 percent swallowing swine\n\n  See wherever he roam, it's all gravy, man, whatever he own\n  Long as I got myself a Marilyn loan, Phillies are better chrome\n  If there's a problem, nigga, let it be known\n  And while I sleep, my bitch be checking my phone\n  'Cause I'm a problem, nigga\n\n  Ease up, or put them G's up\n  Scream at ya frog, nigga, leap up\n  Now who got a problem with that?\n\n  They need to beast up, need to speak up\n  Or forever hold they peace up\n  If they got a problem with that\n\n  (Hey you)\n  Don't want no problem, nigga\n  (Hey you)\n  Don't want no problem, nigga\n\n  (Hey you)\n  Don't want no problem, nigga\n  (Hey you)\n  Don't want no problem, nigga\n\n  Hey you\n  Believe what I say when I tell ya\n  Yeah, you, nigga\n  You don't want no problem with that\n\n  Look, my Clan all one and the same\n  Until my name number one in the game, it's not a game, nigga\n  Like Billy Danze, I be running with fame\n  Me and my lynch mob coming to hang, it's Wu-Tang for life\n\n  Hard body, another day in the life\n  Credit his momma now for raising him right\n  Just want the people to know, I'm 'bout to blow\n  Like I'm shaking the dice, making me mad?\n  Nah, y'all making me right 'cause y'all was taking me light\n\n  So let my pen talk and say what he like\n  And have the court system say and indite, I'm O.J. in the mic\n  Liquid plumber, I be laying the pipe\n  And if it's tight, girl, I'm staying tonight\n\n  Not only raising on the price, on MC'ing, but I'm raising the bar\n  And if you scary, nigga, wait in the car\n  Motherfuckers, I'm hard, hard as cooked up in mayonnaise jars\n  Purple haze, Cuban made cigars, I'm a problem, nigga\n\n  Ease up, or put them G's up\n  Scream at ya frog, nigga, leap up\n  Now who got a problem with that?\n\n  They need to beast up, need to speak up\n  Or forever hold they peace up\n  If they got a problem with that\n\n  (Hey you)\n  Don't want no problem, nigga\n  (Hey you)\n  Don't want no problem, nigga\n\n  (Hey you)\n  Don't want no problem, nigga\n  (Hey you)\n  Don't want no problem, nigga\n\n  Hey you\n  Believe what I say when I tell ya\n  Yeah, you, nigga\n  You don't want no problem with that\n\n  E, you know I'm just like that\n  Big baller, nigga, just like Shaq, so come on, niggaz\n  If they busting, I better bust right back\n  'Meth spit it from the guts like\n\n  Man down, I'm that dude, hands down, stare down\n  I'm past due for cash rule, y'all can't clown\n  I'm bank now, your ass lose nothing but rhyme\n  New York Times, I'm bad news, and I'ma problem, nigga\n\n  Ease up, or put them G's up\n  Scream at ya frog, nigga, leap up\n  Now who got a problem with that?\n\n  They need to beast up, need to speak up\n  Or forever hold they peace up\n  If they got a problem with that\n\n  (Hey you)\n  Don't want no problem, nigga\n  (Hey you)\n  Don't want no problem, nigga\n\n  (Hey 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problems, problems\n\nYeah, real man with ya stinking ass\nCome on, that's my nigga right there, let's do it\nNever count me out, nigga, just count me in\n\nLook, I ain't came to bone these chicks\nNot this time, I got a bone to pick, I got a zone to pick\nNow, who that nigga up in the zone and shit?\nBack in the building like he own the bitch\n\nNobody cold as this, if I ain't got it, then it don't exist\nI spit that bird flu, my flows is sick, I'm still as ill as they come\nProtect ya neck, when you dealing with them\nNow Erick, stick a fork in him, he done, hah\n\nIt boggle's the mind, like trying to ketchup to a bottle of Heinz\nIt's like forensics trying to follow the crime, they want time\nAnd sometime, a nigga had to swallow them dimes\nWhile 85 percent swallowing swine\n\nSee wherever he roam, it's all gravy, man, whatever he own\nLong as I got myself a Marilyn loan, Phillies are better chrome\nIf there's a problem, nigga, let it be known\nAnd while I sleep, my bitch be 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Yeah, you, nigga\n  You don't want no problem with that\n\n  Look, my Clan all one and the same\n  Until my name number one in the game, it's not a game, nigga\n  Like Billy Danze, I be running with fame\n  Me and my lynch mob coming to hang, it's Wu-Tang for life\n\n  Hard body, another day in the life\n  Credit his momma now for raising him right\n  Just want the people to know, I'm 'bout to blow\n  Like I'm shaking the dice, making me mad?\n  Nah, y'all making me right 'cause y'all was taking me light\n\n  So let my pen talk and say what he like\n  And have the court system say and indite, I'm O.J. in the mic\n  Liquid plumber, I be laying the pipe\n  And if it's tight, girl, I'm staying tonight\n\n  Not only raising on the price, on MC'ing, but I'm raising the bar\n  And if you scary, nigga, wait in the car\n  Motherfuckers, I'm hard, hard as cooked up in mayonnaise jars\n  Purple haze, Cuban made cigars, I'm a problem, nigga\n\n  Ease up, or put them G's up\n  Scream at ya frog, 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they dog house\n\n  If you can drink or smoke it\n  Whatever gets you by, everybody in here, high\n  You can drink it or smoke it\n  Whatever gets you by, everybody in here, high\n  We gon' keep the party going, Mathematics, Method Man\n  Panama P.I., yea, John 3: 16\n"},{"id":10548995,"name":"John 3","trackName":"John 3","artistName":"Mathematics feat. Method Man & P.I.","albumName":"The Problem","duration":195.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Boy, you ain't shit\nMuthafuckin' right, this my my nigga\nAllah Math, that was a good one\nOne love to the God Inf\nIn my heart baby, one, one\nStapleton, the Wild West, Park Hill (we gon' freak\nThis shit like this)\nPort Richmond, Now Born, Jungle Nilz\n\nI'm screamin' long live The W\nI see you fools through the same as my brothers do\nNow can somebody tell me who let them dogs out\nAnd watch these villains tear the roof off they dog house\n\nWho got that champagne, got that remy, got it good and plenty\nWho only got a few friends, and they not friendly\nAnd to scrubs, I might just blackout and blow your lightbulb\nWe turn night clubs to Fight Club, that's what happens when you invite thugs\nThe bouge function with haters and busters\nAnd big head Hollywood hoes, let's get the fuckers\nGuess who, you like Meth who, now let me show you what the tech do\nSpit when he talk, and word wet you\nIt's the return of the su-super sperm\nMackin', lovin' my perm, have ya, fling out that burn, bitch\nIf you don't know me, then you better know my flow\nMeth Jigga what, Jigga who, jiggalo\n\nI don't usually do this, but keep the party going (uh-huh)\nI don't usually do this, but keep the party going (nigga)\nI don't usually do this, but keep the party going\nYo yo'ing, yo, yo, yo, yo'ing\n\nI'm screamin' long live The W\nI see you fools through the same as my brothers do\nNow can somebody tell me who let them dogs out\nAnd watch these villains tear the roof off they dog house\n\nIs it the fortune or fame, that make y'all change\nGot Milton Bradley hatin' the game, playas hatin' the same\nY'all know his name, no need to mention or to explain\nWhat I've been through, how I get down, or why I came\nLet's talk about this flame in my mouth, I can't contain\nSome weed pocket change and some brain I can't complain\nNow, I heard y'all ladies got them thang thangs, do you really\nPark Hillbillies, come from down south, slap ya silly\nSo what the dealy, with them Dutch Masters, really yo\nBackwoods, and niggas that make herb with illio\nBackwoods, and niggas that make herb with illio\nI swear these niggas don't know they ass from they elbow\nDon't know that I'mma strike, short of a shelltoe\nNiggas around here, stick ya like velcro\nCase closed, baby it ain't safe no more\nI don't usually do this, but keep the party going (uh-huh)\nI don't usually do this, but keep the party going (nigga)\nI don't usually do this, but keep the party going\nYo yo'ing, yo, yo, yo, yo'ing\n\nI'm screamin' long live The W\nI see you fools through the same as my brothers do\nNow can somebody tell me who let them dogs out\nAnd watch these villains tear the roof off they dog house\n\nIf you can drink or smoke it\nWhatever gets you by, everybody in here, high\nYou can drink it or smoke it\nWhatever gets you by, everybody in here, high\nWe gon' keep the party going, Mathematics, Method Man\nPanama P.I., yea, John 3: 16","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: John 3\n  artist: Mathematics feat. Method Man & P.I.\n  album: The Problem\n  duration_ms: 195000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Boy, you ain't shit\n  Muthafuckin' right, this my my nigga\n  Allah Math, that was a good one\n  One love to the God Inf\n  In my heart baby, one, one\n  Stapleton, the Wild West, Park Hill (we gon' freak\n  This shit like this)\n  Port Richmond, Now Born, Jungle Nilz\n\n  I'm screamin' long live The W\n  I see you fools through the same as my brothers do\n  Now can somebody tell me who let them dogs out\n  And watch these villains tear the roof off they dog house\n\n  Who got that champagne, got that remy, got it good and plenty\n  Who only got a few friends, and they not friendly\n  And to scrubs, I might just blackout and blow your lightbulb\n  We turn night clubs to Fight Club, that's what happens when you invite thugs\n  The bouge function with haters and busters\n  And big head Hollywood hoes, let's get the fuckers\n  Guess who, you like Meth who, now let me show you what the tech do\n  Spit when he talk, and word wet you\n  It's the return of the su-super sperm\n  Mackin', lovin' my perm, have ya, fling out that burn, bitch\n  If you don't know me, then you better know my flow\n  Meth Jigga what, Jigga who, jiggalo\n\n  I don't usually do this, but keep the party going (uh-huh)\n  I don't usually do this, but keep the party going (nigga)\n  I don't usually do this, but keep the party going\n  Yo yo'ing, yo, yo, yo, yo'ing\n\n  I'm screamin' long live The W\n  I see you fools through the same as my brothers do\n  Now can somebody tell me who let them dogs out\n  And watch these villains tear the roof off they dog house\n\n  Is it the fortune or fame, that make y'all change\n  Got Milton Bradley hatin' the game, playas hatin' the same\n  Y'all know his name, no need to mention or to explain\n  What I've been through, how I get down, or why I came\n  Let's talk about this flame in my mouth, I can't contain\n  Some weed pocket change and some brain I can't complain\n  Now, I heard y'all ladies got them thang thangs, do you really\n  Park Hillbillies, come from down south, slap ya silly\n  So what the dealy, with them Dutch Masters, really yo\n  Backwoods, and niggas that make herb with illio\n  Backwoods, and niggas that make herb with illio\n  I swear these niggas don't know they ass from they elbow\n  Don't know that I'mma strike, short of a shelltoe\n  Niggas around here, stick ya like velcro\n  Case closed, baby it ain't safe no more\n  I don't usually do this, but keep the party going (uh-huh)\n  I don't usually do this, but keep the party going (nigga)\n  I don't usually do this, but keep the party going\n  Yo yo'ing, yo, yo, yo, yo'ing\n\n  I'm screamin' long live The W\n  I see you fools through the same as my brothers do\n  Now can somebody tell me who let them dogs out\n  And watch these villains tear the roof off they dog house\n\n  If you can drink or smoke it\n  Whatever gets you by, everybody in here, high\n  You can drink it or smoke it\n  Whatever gets you by, everybody in here, high\n  We gon' keep the party going, Mathematics, Method Man\n  Panama P.I., yea, John 3: 16\n"},{"id":28943217,"name":"Spot Lite (Bonus Track)","trackName":"Spot Lite (Bonus Track)","artistName":"Method Man, U-God, Inspectah Deck, Cappadonna","albumName":"The Problem","duration":206.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(feat. Cappadonna, Inspectah Deck, Method Man, U-Go)\n\n[Intro: Method Man]\nCome on! Yeah... yeah.\nYo, yo.\n\n[Chorus x2: Cappadonna]\nWu-Tang, we always in the Spot Lite\nGet paper, every night is hot night\nWe stay tight, we just livin' our life\nWe just livin' our life\n\n[Method Man]\nI drink till I'm drunk, smoke skunk with my stinkin ass, smell the funk\nEekin out the pours, cum stain, shitty drawers\nPissin' down ya elevators shaft, no class, writin graf' on ya walls\nIt be us, fuck ya law, nigga, my cause is \"because\"\nNo yin to my yang, it's a black thing\nUsed to be in chains, now we snatch chains\nTook the crack game applied it to the rap game, y'all\nPop quiz, now, what artist hits the hardest?\nGet down with the syndrome: retarded\nI think it was them swordsmen, place ya chess pieces on the boards and\nTake it to square, this ain't no Yacub affair\nOr a New World Disorder, got us, fuckin the coal miner's daughter\nThat y'all, but not us\nFly back, flag a cab and say \"check ya\"\nNext time you see me, say peace and I'll respect ya, Tical\n\n[Chorus x2]\n\n[U-God]\nYo, lights, cameras, don't forget the action\nThe needle skip, but the turntable scratchin'\nChain blow, bangles, heavy on the cashin'\nSame old, Range rove', rainbow Manhattan\nCraftmen, captive, still I'm avalanchin'\nHoly war, handsome, break 'em off harassin'\nLatest fashion, passion, bullets reign gashin'\nFlippin' through frenzy, the same Wu-Tang\nThe Hollywood frame, purple haze stain\nRules of dame, fools, choose to bang\nNigga, you lose, Wu, bruise the game\nA few men came, that really held weight\nDrop, Chinese bars, stars in fifty-two states\nLike, bats out of hell, we crash the gates\nWithout a base, left the gun powder case\nLadies chase, the hip-hop Babyface\n\n[Chorus x2]\n\n[Interlude: Inspectah Deck]\nWord up, throw your hands in the air, like you just don't care\nWu-Tang in your atmosphere, everybody say \"Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\"\n\n[Inspectah Deck]\nMic Capone, it's best to avoid my strike zone\nI zone and swing a sword that'll slice stone\nNice clone, but you could never match the born master\nWho tore back half the world, and still saught after by\nDick ridin' niggaz, and chicks who do ditto\nSingin' like the Four Tops, providin' info\nSee me low, through the Jeep window, the chrome spins slow\nGene-ral on the J.O., survival M.O\nFor now get wild, similar to Ol' Dirty\nA third time felon just hit with over thirty\nNote worthy style, have them so thirsty\nFirst degree heat, you quittin' on me\nCold turkey, no mercy\n\n[Chorus x2]\n\n[Cappadonna]\nWu-Tang, put you in the Cobra Clutch, til you give up\nYa'll can live up to, Witty Unpredictable\nStreet mentality, return of the cavalry\n36 Chambers, we off key block\nBlack on the block, tell ya D.J.'s to quit\nM.C.'s, to stop that bullshit\nMe, Ghost and Rae, we known to pull shit\nStep with the brick, on some Ice Water shit\nWallo's in all colors (now) let's get chips, like\nRobbin' the bank, pull up with the new whips\nDon't get mad, respect rank\nNo matter how you gettin' dough, give thanks\nEverybody hold up your shanks\n\n[Chorus x2]","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Spot Lite (Bonus Track)\n  artist: Method Man, U-God, Inspectah Deck, Cappadonna\n  album: The Problem\n  duration_ms: 206000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (feat. Cappadonna, Inspectah Deck, Method Man, U-Go)\n\n  [Intro: Method Man]\n  Come on! Yeah... yeah.\n  Yo, yo.\n\n  [Chorus x2: Cappadonna]\n  Wu-Tang, we always in the Spot Lite\n  Get paper, every night is hot night\n  We stay tight, we just livin' our life\n  We just livin' our life\n\n  [Method Man]\n  I drink till I'm drunk, smoke skunk with my stinkin ass, smell the funk\n  Eekin out the pours, cum stain, shitty drawers\n  Pissin' down ya elevators shaft, no class, writin graf' on ya walls\n  It be us, fuck ya law, nigga, my cause is \"because\"\n  No yin to my yang, it's a black thing\n  Used to be in chains, now we snatch chains\n  Took the crack game applied it to the rap game, y'all\n  Pop quiz, now, what artist hits the hardest?\n  Get down with the syndrome: retarded\n  I think it was them swordsmen, place ya chess pieces on the boards and\n  Take it to square, this ain't no Yacub affair\n  Or a New World Disorder, got us, fuckin the coal miner's daughter\n  That y'all, but not us\n  Fly back, flag a cab and say \"check ya\"\n  Next time you see me, say peace and I'll respect ya, Tical\n\n  [Chorus x2]\n\n  [U-God]\n  Yo, lights, cameras, don't forget the action\n  The needle skip, but the turntable scratchin'\n  Chain blow, bangles, heavy on the cashin'\n  Same old, Range rove', rainbow Manhattan\n  Craftmen, captive, still I'm avalanchin'\n  Holy war, handsome, break 'em off harassin'\n  Latest fashion, passion, bullets reign gashin'\n  Flippin' through frenzy, the same Wu-Tang\n  The Hollywood frame, purple haze stain\n  Rules of dame, fools, choose to bang\n  Nigga, you lose, Wu, bruise the game\n  A few men came, that really held weight\n  Drop, Chinese bars, stars in fifty-two states\n  Like, bats out of hell, we crash the gates\n  Without a base, left the gun powder case\n  Ladies chase, the hip-hop Babyface\n\n  [Chorus x2]\n\n  [Interlude: Inspectah Deck]\n  Word up, throw your hands in the air, like you just don't care\n  Wu-Tang in your atmosphere, everybody say \"Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\"\n\n  [Inspectah Deck]\n  Mic Capone, it's best to avoid my strike zone\n  I zone and swing a sword that'll slice stone\n  Nice clone, but you could never match the born master\n  Who tore back half the world, and still saught after by\n  Dick ridin' niggaz, and chicks who do ditto\n  Singin' like the Four Tops, providin' info\n  See me low, through the Jeep window, the chrome spins slow\n  Gene-ral on the J.O., survival M.O\n  For now get wild, similar to Ol' Dirty\n  A third time felon just hit with over thirty\n  Note worthy style, have them so thirsty\n  First degree heat, you quittin' on me\n  Cold turkey, no mercy\n\n  [Chorus x2]\n\n  [Cappadonna]\n  Wu-Tang, put you in the Cobra Clutch, til you give up\n  Ya'll can live up to, Witty Unpredictable\n  Street mentality, return of the cavalry\n  36 Chambers, we off key block\n  Black on the block, tell ya D.J.'s to quit\n  M.C.'s, to stop that bullshit\n  Me, Ghost and Rae, we known to pull shit\n  Step with the brick, on some Ice Water shit\n  Wallo's in all colors (now) let's get chips, like\n  Robbin' the bank, pull up with the new whips\n  Don't get mad, respect rank\n  No matter how you gettin' dough, give thanks\n  Everybody hold up your shanks\n\n  [Chorus x2]\n"},{"id":36793497,"name":"Spot Lite","trackName":"Spot Lite","artistName":"Mathematics Method Man U‐God Inspectah Deck Cappadonna","albumName":"The Problem","duration":206.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(feat. Cappadonna, Inspectah Deck, Method Man, U-Go)\n\n[Intro: Method Man]\nCome on! Yeah... yeah.\nYo, yo.\n\n[Chorus x2: Cappadonna]\nWu-Tang, we always in the Spot Lite\nGet paper, every night is hot night\nWe stay tight, we just livin' our life\nWe just livin' our life\n\n[Method Man]\nI drink till I'm drunk, smoke skunk with my stinkin ass, smell the funk\nEekin out the pours, cum stain, shitty drawers\nPissin' down ya elevators shaft, no class, writin graf' on ya walls\nIt be us, fuck ya law, nigga, my cause is \"because\"\nNo yin to my yang, it's a black thing\nUsed to be in chains, now we snatch chains\nTook the crack game applied it to the rap game, y'all\nPop quiz, now, what artist hits the hardest?\nGet down with the syndrome: retarded\nI think it was them swordsmen, place ya chess pieces on the boards and\nTake it to square, this ain't no Yacub affair\nOr a New World Disorder, got us, fuckin the coal miner's daughter\nThat y'all, but not us\nFly back, flag a cab and say \"check ya\"\nNext time you see me, say peace and I'll respect ya, Tical\n\n[Chorus x2]\n\n[U-God]\nYo, lights, cameras, don't forget the action\nThe needle skip, but the turntable scratchin'\nChain blow, bangles, heavy on the cashin'\nSame old, Range rove', rainbow Manhattan\nCraftmen, captive, still I'm avalanchin'\nHoly war, handsome, break 'em off harassin'\nLatest fashion, passion, bullets reign gashin'\nFlippin' through frenzy, the same Wu-Tang\nThe Hollywood frame, purple haze stain\nRules of dame, fools, choose to bang\nNigga, you lose, Wu, bruise the game\nA few men came, that really held weight\nDrop, Chinese bars, stars in fifty-two states\nLike, bats out of hell, we crash the gates\nWithout a base, left the gun powder case\nLadies chase, the hip-hop Babyface\n\n[Chorus x2]\n\n[Interlude: Inspectah Deck]\nWord up, throw your hands in the air, like you just don't care\nWu-Tang in your atmosphere, everybody say \"Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\"\n\n[Inspectah Deck]\nMic Capone, it's best to avoid my strike zone\nI zone and swing a sword that'll slice stone\nNice clone, but you could never match the born master\nWho tore back half the world, and still saught after by\nDick ridin' niggaz, and chicks who do ditto\nSingin' like the Four Tops, providin' info\nSee me low, through the Jeep window, the chrome spins slow\nGene-ral on the J.O., survival M.O\nFor now get wild, similar to Ol' Dirty\nA third time felon just hit with over thirty\nNote worthy style, have them so thirsty\nFirst degree heat, you quittin' on me\nCold turkey, no mercy\n\n[Chorus x2]\n\n[Cappadonna]\nWu-Tang, put you in the Cobra Clutch, til you give up\nYa'll can live up to, Witty Unpredictable\nStreet mentality, return of the cavalry\n36 Chambers, we off key block\nBlack on the block, tell ya D.J.'s to quit\nM.C.'s, to stop that bullshit\nMe, Ghost and Rae, we known to pull shit\nStep with the brick, on some Ice Water shit\nWallo's in all colors (now) let's get chips, like\nRobbin' the bank, pull up with the new whips\nDon't get mad, respect rank\nNo matter how you gettin' dough, give thanks\nEverybody hold up your shanks\n\n[Chorus x2]","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Spot Lite\n  artist: Mathematics Method Man U‐God Inspectah Deck Cappadonna\n  album: The Problem\n  duration_ms: 206000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (feat. Cappadonna, Inspectah Deck, Method Man, U-Go)\n\n  [Intro: Method Man]\n  Come on! Yeah... yeah.\n  Yo, yo.\n\n  [Chorus x2: Cappadonna]\n  Wu-Tang, we always in the Spot Lite\n  Get paper, every night is hot night\n  We stay tight, we just livin' our life\n  We just livin' our life\n\n  [Method Man]\n  I drink till I'm drunk, smoke skunk with my stinkin ass, smell the funk\n  Eekin out the pours, cum stain, shitty drawers\n  Pissin' down ya elevators shaft, no class, writin graf' on ya walls\n  It be us, fuck ya law, nigga, my cause is \"because\"\n  No yin to my yang, it's a black thing\n  Used to be in chains, now we snatch chains\n  Took the crack game applied it to the rap game, y'all\n  Pop quiz, now, what artist hits the hardest?\n  Get down with the syndrome: retarded\n  I think it was them swordsmen, place ya chess pieces on the boards and\n  Take it to square, this ain't no Yacub affair\n  Or a New World Disorder, got us, fuckin the coal miner's daughter\n  That y'all, but not us\n  Fly back, flag a cab and say \"check ya\"\n  Next time you see me, say peace and I'll respect ya, Tical\n\n  [Chorus x2]\n\n  [U-God]\n  Yo, lights, cameras, don't forget the action\n  The needle skip, but the turntable scratchin'\n  Chain blow, bangles, heavy on the cashin'\n  Same old, Range rove', rainbow Manhattan\n  Craftmen, captive, still I'm avalanchin'\n  Holy war, handsome, break 'em off harassin'\n  Latest fashion, passion, bullets reign gashin'\n  Flippin' through frenzy, the same Wu-Tang\n  The Hollywood frame, purple haze stain\n  Rules of dame, fools, choose to bang\n  Nigga, you lose, Wu, bruise the game\n  A few men came, that really held weight\n  Drop, Chinese bars, stars in fifty-two states\n  Like, bats out of hell, we crash the gates\n  Without a base, left the gun powder case\n  Ladies chase, the hip-hop Babyface\n\n  [Chorus x2]\n\n  [Interlude: Inspectah Deck]\n  Word up, throw your hands in the air, like you just don't care\n  Wu-Tang in your atmosphere, everybody say \"Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\"\n\n  [Inspectah Deck]\n  Mic Capone, it's best to avoid my strike zone\n  I zone and swing a sword that'll slice stone\n  Nice clone, but you could never match the born master\n  Who tore back half the world, and still saught after by\n  Dick ridin' niggaz, and chicks who do ditto\n  Singin' like the Four Tops, providin' info\n  See me low, through the Jeep window, the chrome spins slow\n  Gene-ral on the J.O., survival M.O\n  For now get wild, similar to Ol' Dirty\n  A third time felon just hit with over thirty\n  Note worthy style, have them so thirsty\n  First degree heat, you quittin' on me\n  Cold turkey, no mercy\n\n  [Chorus x2]\n\n  [Cappadonna]\n  Wu-Tang, put you in the Cobra Clutch, til you give up\n  Ya'll can live up to, Witty Unpredictable\n  Street mentality, return of the cavalry\n  36 Chambers, we off key block\n  Black on the block, tell ya D.J.'s to quit\n  M.C.'s, to stop that bullshit\n  Me, Ghost and Rae, we known to pull shit\n  Step with the brick, on some Ice Water shit\n  Wallo's in all colors (now) let's get chips, like\n  Robbin' the bank, pull up with the new whips\n  Don't get mad, respect rank\n  No matter how you gettin' dough, give thanks\n  Everybody hold up your shanks\n\n  [Chorus x2]\n"},{"id":16568896,"name":"Spot Lite (Ft. Method Man, U-God, Inspectah Deck & Cappadonna) (Bonus Track)","trackName":"Spot Lite (Ft. Method Man, U-God, Inspectah Deck & Cappadonna) (Bonus Track)","artistName":"Mathematics","albumName":"The Problem","duration":206.18449,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(feat. Cappadonna, Inspectah Deck, Method Man, U-Go)\n\n[Intro: Method Man]\nCome on! Yeah... yeah.\nYo, yo.\n\n[Chorus x2: Cappadonna]\nWu-Tang, we always in the Spot Lite\nGet paper, every night is hot night\nWe stay tight, we just livin' our life\nWe just livin' our life\n\n[Method Man]\nI drink till I'm drunk, smoke skunk with my stinkin ass, smell the funk\nEekin out the pours, cum stain, shitty drawers\nPissin' down ya elevators shaft, no class, writin graf' on ya walls\nIt be us, fuck ya law, nigga, my cause is \"because\"\nNo yin to my yang, it's a black thing\nUsed to be in chains, now we snatch chains\nTook the crack game applied it to the rap game, y'all\nPop quiz, now, what artist hits the hardest?\nGet down with the syndrome: retarded\nI think it was them swordsmen, place ya chess pieces on the boards and\nTake it to square, this ain't no Yacub affair\nOr a New World Disorder, got us, fuckin the coal miner's daughter\nThat y'all, but not us\nFly back, flag a cab and say \"check ya\"\nNext time you see me, say peace and I'll respect ya, Tical\n\n[Chorus x2]\n\n[U-God]\nYo, lights, cameras, don't forget the action\nThe needle skip, but the turntable scratchin'\nChain blow, bangles, heavy on the cashin'\nSame old, Range rove', rainbow Manhattan\nCraftmen, captive, still I'm avalanchin'\nHoly war, handsome, break 'em off harassin'\nLatest fashion, passion, bullets reign gashin'\nFlippin' through frenzy, the same Wu-Tang\nThe Hollywood frame, purple haze stain\nRules of dame, fools, choose to bang\nNigga, you lose, Wu, bruise the game\nA few men came, that really held weight\nDrop, Chinese bars, stars in fifty-two states\nLike, bats out of hell, we crash the gates\nWithout a base, left the gun powder case\nLadies chase, the hip-hop Babyface\n\n[Chorus x2]\n\n[Interlude: Inspectah Deck]\nWord up, throw your hands in the air, like you just don't care\nWu-Tang in your atmosphere, everybody say \"Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\"\n\n[Inspectah Deck]\nMic Capone, it's best to avoid my strike zone\nI zone and swing a sword that'll slice stone\nNice clone, but you could never match the born master\nWho tore back half the world, and still saught after by\nDick ridin' niggaz, and chicks who do ditto\nSingin' like the Four Tops, providin' info\nSee me low, through the Jeep window, the chrome spins slow\nGene-ral on the J.O., survival M.O\nFor now get wild, similar to Ol' Dirty\nA third time felon just hit with over thirty\nNote worthy style, have them so thirsty\nFirst degree heat, you quittin' on me\nCold turkey, no mercy\n\n[Chorus x2]\n\n[Cappadonna]\nWu-Tang, put you in the Cobra Clutch, til you give up\nYa'll can live up to, Witty Unpredictable\nStreet mentality, return of the cavalry\n36 Chambers, we off key block\nBlack on the block, tell ya D.J.'s to quit\nM.C.'s, to stop that bullshit\nMe, Ghost and Rae, we known to pull shit\nStep with the brick, on some Ice Water shit\nWallo's in all colors (now) let's get chips, like\nRobbin' the bank, pull up with the new whips\nDon't get mad, respect rank\nNo matter how you gettin' dough, give thanks\nEverybody hold up your shanks\n\n[Chorus x2]","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Spot Lite (Ft. Method Man, U-God, Inspectah Deck & Cappadonna) (Bonus Track)\n  artist: Mathematics\n  album: The Problem\n  duration_ms: 206184\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (feat. Cappadonna, Inspectah Deck, Method Man, U-Go)\n\n  [Intro: Method Man]\n  Come on! Yeah... yeah.\n  Yo, yo.\n\n  [Chorus x2: Cappadonna]\n  Wu-Tang, we always in the Spot Lite\n  Get paper, every night is hot night\n  We stay tight, we just livin' our life\n  We just livin' our life\n\n  [Method Man]\n  I drink till I'm drunk, smoke skunk with my stinkin ass, smell the funk\n  Eekin out the pours, cum stain, shitty drawers\n  Pissin' down ya elevators shaft, no class, writin graf' on ya walls\n  It be us, fuck ya law, nigga, my cause is \"because\"\n  No yin to my yang, it's a black thing\n  Used to be in chains, now we snatch chains\n  Took the crack game applied it to the rap game, y'all\n  Pop quiz, now, what artist hits the hardest?\n  Get down with the syndrome: retarded\n  I think it was them swordsmen, place ya chess pieces on the boards and\n  Take it to square, this ain't no Yacub affair\n  Or a New World Disorder, got us, fuckin the coal miner's daughter\n  That y'all, but not us\n  Fly back, flag a cab and say \"check ya\"\n  Next time you see me, say peace and I'll respect ya, Tical\n\n  [Chorus x2]\n\n  [U-God]\n  Yo, lights, cameras, don't forget the action\n  The needle skip, but the turntable scratchin'\n  Chain blow, bangles, heavy on the cashin'\n  Same old, Range rove', rainbow Manhattan\n  Craftmen, captive, still I'm avalanchin'\n  Holy war, handsome, break 'em off harassin'\n  Latest fashion, passion, bullets reign gashin'\n  Flippin' through frenzy, the same Wu-Tang\n  The Hollywood frame, purple haze stain\n  Rules of dame, fools, choose to bang\n  Nigga, you lose, Wu, bruise the game\n  A few men came, that really held weight\n  Drop, Chinese bars, stars in fifty-two states\n  Like, bats out of hell, we crash the gates\n  Without a base, left the gun powder case\n  Ladies chase, the hip-hop Babyface\n\n  [Chorus x2]\n\n  [Interlude: Inspectah Deck]\n  Word up, throw your hands in the air, like you just don't care\n  Wu-Tang in your atmosphere, everybody say \"Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\"\n\n  [Inspectah Deck]\n  Mic Capone, it's best to avoid my strike zone\n  I zone and swing a sword that'll slice stone\n  Nice clone, but you could never match the born master\n  Who tore back half the world, and still saught after by\n  Dick ridin' niggaz, and chicks who do ditto\n  Singin' like the Four Tops, providin' info\n  See me low, through the Jeep window, the chrome spins slow\n  Gene-ral on the J.O., survival M.O\n  For now get wild, similar to Ol' Dirty\n  A third time felon just hit with over thirty\n  Note worthy style, have them so thirsty\n  First degree heat, you quittin' on me\n  Cold turkey, no mercy\n\n  [Chorus x2]\n\n  [Cappadonna]\n  Wu-Tang, put you in the Cobra Clutch, til you give up\n  Ya'll can live up to, Witty Unpredictable\n  Street mentality, return of the cavalry\n  36 Chambers, we off key block\n  Black on the block, tell ya D.J.'s to quit\n  M.C.'s, to stop that bullshit\n  Me, Ghost and Rae, we known to pull shit\n  Step with the brick, on some Ice Water shit\n  Wallo's in all colors (now) let's get chips, like\n  Robbin' the bank, pull up with the new whips\n  Don't get mad, respect rank\n  No matter how you gettin' dough, give thanks\n  Everybody hold up your shanks\n\n  [Chorus x2]\n"},{"id":30553339,"name":"Spot Lite","trackName":"Spot Lite","artistName":"Mathematics feat. Method Man, U‐God, Inspectah Deck & Cappadonna","albumName":"The Problem","duration":206.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(feat. Cappadonna, Inspectah Deck, Method Man, U-Go)\n\n[Intro: Method Man]\nCome on! Yeah... yeah.\nYo, yo.\n\n[Chorus x2: Cappadonna]\nWu-Tang, we always in the Spot Lite\nGet paper, every night is hot night\nWe stay tight, we just livin' our life\nWe just livin' our life\n\n[Method Man]\nI drink till I'm drunk, smoke skunk with my stinkin ass, smell the funk\nEekin out the pours, cum stain, shitty drawers\nPissin' down ya elevators shaft, no class, writin graf' on ya walls\nIt be us, fuck ya law, nigga, my cause is \"because\"\nNo yin to my yang, it's a black thing\nUsed to be in chains, now we snatch chains\nTook the crack game applied it to the rap game, y'all\nPop quiz, now, what artist hits the hardest?\nGet down with the syndrome: retarded\nI think it was them swordsmen, place ya chess pieces on the boards and\nTake it to square, this ain't no Yacub affair\nOr a New World Disorder, got us, fuckin the coal miner's daughter\nThat y'all, but not us\nFly back, flag a cab and say \"check ya\"\nNext time you see me, say peace and I'll respect ya, Tical\n\n[Chorus x2]\n\n[U-God]\nYo, lights, cameras, don't forget the action\nThe needle skip, but the turntable scratchin'\nChain blow, bangles, heavy on the cashin'\nSame old, Range rove', rainbow Manhattan\nCraftmen, captive, still I'm avalanchin'\nHoly war, handsome, break 'em off harassin'\nLatest fashion, passion, bullets reign gashin'\nFlippin' through frenzy, the same Wu-Tang\nThe Hollywood frame, purple haze stain\nRules of dame, fools, choose to bang\nNigga, you lose, Wu, bruise the game\nA few men came, that really held weight\nDrop, Chinese bars, stars in fifty-two states\nLike, bats out of hell, we crash the gates\nWithout a base, left the gun powder case\nLadies chase, the hip-hop Babyface\n\n[Chorus x2]\n\n[Interlude: Inspectah Deck]\nWord up, throw your hands in the air, like you just don't care\nWu-Tang in your atmosphere, everybody say \"Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\"\n\n[Inspectah Deck]\nMic Capone, it's best to avoid my strike zone\nI zone and swing a sword that'll slice stone\nNice clone, but you could never match the born master\nWho tore back half the world, and still saught after by\nDick ridin' niggaz, and chicks who do ditto\nSingin' like the Four Tops, providin' info\nSee me low, through the Jeep window, the chrome spins slow\nGene-ral on the J.O., survival M.O\nFor now get wild, similar to Ol' Dirty\nA third time felon just hit with over thirty\nNote worthy style, have them so thirsty\nFirst degree heat, you quittin' on me\nCold turkey, no mercy\n\n[Chorus x2]\n\n[Cappadonna]\nWu-Tang, put you in the Cobra Clutch, til you give up\nYa'll can live up to, Witty Unpredictable\nStreet mentality, return of the cavalry\n36 Chambers, we off key block\nBlack on the block, tell ya D.J.'s to quit\nM.C.'s, to stop that bullshit\nMe, Ghost and Rae, we known to pull shit\nStep with the brick, on some Ice Water shit\nWallo's in all colors (now) let's get chips, like\nRobbin' the bank, pull up with the new whips\nDon't get mad, respect rank\nNo matter how you gettin' dough, give thanks\nEverybody hold up your shanks\n\n[Chorus x2]","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Spot Lite\n  artist: Mathematics feat. Method Man, U‐God, Inspectah Deck & Cappadonna\n  album: The Problem\n  duration_ms: 206000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (feat. Cappadonna, Inspectah Deck, Method Man, U-Go)\n\n  [Intro: Method Man]\n  Come on! Yeah... yeah.\n  Yo, yo.\n\n  [Chorus x2: Cappadonna]\n  Wu-Tang, we always in the Spot Lite\n  Get paper, every night is hot night\n  We stay tight, we just livin' our life\n  We just livin' our life\n\n  [Method Man]\n  I drink till I'm drunk, smoke skunk with my stinkin ass, smell the funk\n  Eekin out the pours, cum stain, shitty drawers\n  Pissin' down ya elevators shaft, no class, writin graf' on ya walls\n  It be us, fuck ya law, nigga, my cause is \"because\"\n  No yin to my yang, it's a black thing\n  Used to be in chains, now we snatch chains\n  Took the crack game applied it to the rap game, y'all\n  Pop quiz, now, what artist hits the hardest?\n  Get down with the syndrome: retarded\n  I think it was them swordsmen, place ya chess pieces on the boards and\n  Take it to square, this ain't no Yacub affair\n  Or a New World Disorder, got us, fuckin the coal miner's daughter\n  That y'all, but not us\n  Fly back, flag a cab and say \"check ya\"\n  Next time you see me, say peace and I'll respect ya, Tical\n\n  [Chorus x2]\n\n  [U-God]\n  Yo, lights, cameras, don't forget the action\n  The needle skip, but the turntable scratchin'\n  Chain blow, bangles, heavy on the cashin'\n  Same old, Range rove', rainbow Manhattan\n  Craftmen, captive, still I'm avalanchin'\n  Holy war, handsome, break 'em off harassin'\n  Latest fashion, passion, bullets reign gashin'\n  Flippin' through frenzy, the same Wu-Tang\n  The Hollywood frame, purple haze stain\n  Rules of dame, fools, choose to bang\n  Nigga, you lose, Wu, bruise the game\n  A few men came, that really held weight\n  Drop, Chinese bars, stars in fifty-two states\n  Like, bats out of hell, we crash the gates\n  Without a base, left the gun powder case\n  Ladies chase, the hip-hop Babyface\n\n  [Chorus x2]\n\n  [Interlude: Inspectah Deck]\n  Word up, throw your hands in the air, like you just don't care\n  Wu-Tang in your atmosphere, everybody say \"Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\"\n\n  [Inspectah Deck]\n  Mic Capone, it's best to avoid my strike zone\n  I zone and swing a sword that'll slice stone\n  Nice clone, but you could never match the born master\n  Who tore back half the world, and still saught after by\n  Dick ridin' niggaz, and chicks who do ditto\n  Singin' like the Four Tops, providin' info\n  See me low, through the Jeep window, the chrome spins slow\n  Gene-ral on the J.O., survival M.O\n  For now get wild, similar to Ol' Dirty\n  A third time felon just hit with over thirty\n  Note worthy style, have them so thirsty\n  First degree heat, you quittin' on me\n  Cold turkey, no mercy\n\n  [Chorus x2]\n\n  [Cappadonna]\n  Wu-Tang, put you in the Cobra Clutch, til you give up\n  Ya'll can live up to, Witty Unpredictable\n  Street mentality, return of the cavalry\n  36 Chambers, we off key block\n  Black on the block, tell ya D.J.'s to quit\n  M.C.'s, to stop that bullshit\n  Me, Ghost and Rae, we known to pull shit\n  Step with the brick, on some Ice Water shit\n  Wallo's in all colors (now) let's get chips, like\n  Robbin' the bank, pull up with the new whips\n  Don't get mad, respect rank\n  No matter how you gettin' dough, give thanks\n  Everybody hold up your shanks\n\n  [Chorus x2]\n"}]