[{"id":30238866,"name":"Be Like Mic","trackName":"Be Like Mic","artistName":"Mic Geronimo","albumName":"Rapper’s Paradise V","duration":274.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Everybody wanna be like Mic\nEverybody wanna be like Mic\n\nYo I believe I can fly\n\nMaster divisor colder as I grew wiser\nFool the world like Keyser see they stuck 85ers\nWith science move and use complete silence\nNiggas are God recognizin that we run earth with iron\nI'm here but I still ain't seen nobody come near\nTo the heat so severe it leave you scorched from a flare\nBustin two up in the air then the rest you got\nAnd God forbid these niggas ever make my hustlin stop\nWhen I drop it's only to put it to excellency status\nSee, we here to run it all with eight other planets\nBut I'm on till it's gone, understand it\nPerformin to the warm hugs and slugs and feel the storm kinda tragic\nMagic what I'm doin, anybody get touched\nEverybody suffer the feelings of loss too much\nAll abuzz how we do it, how we touchin the sky\nHoldin more, this is for all of y'all wonderin why\nI can fly\n\nEverybody wanna be like Mic\nEverybody wanna be like Mic\n\nYo, I believe I can fly\n\nLexus and Benzes every color\nPush a Hummer in the butters\nGo to Miami in the summer months\nCrush ice Rolly seemed like my brother once\nChillin on my arm, dippin in my pocket\nHold a 40, Benz inside my palms\nDuplexes, east and west coast, plus the flats\nEverybody know we get it on like that\nWith assorted firearm bulletproof to match\nTeflon? my fitting baseball hat\nWhile my ladies carry .380s in front of they snatch\nAnd we makin all this caper but never givin it back\nIt's amazin how I put it all together with rap\n1000s of listeners everywhere that fall on the map\nSee, it's magic what I'm doin, anybody get touched\nEverybody suffer the feelings of loss too much\nAll abuzz how we do it, how we touchin the sky\nHoldin more, this is for all of y'all wonderin why\nI can fly\n\nEverybody wanna be like Mic\nEverybody wanna be like Mic\n\nYo, I believe I can fly\n\nEither you down or you isn't in this game for the wins\nStackin the compensates and livin straight for the ends\nHittin skins, luxury Sedans with the rims\nFuckin with Washingtons while i'm holdin on the Benz\nPen's like a lens, so it's clear\nBless you in your dome with the chrome\nBring the flavor to your ear\nAppear to make these willies reconsider the fear\nRhymin for nothin these niggas shouldn't try to come near\nSee, it's magic what I'm doin, anybody get touched\nEverybody suffer the feelings of loss too much\nAll abuzz how we do it, how we touchin the sky\nHoldin more, this is for all of y'all wonderin why\n\nEverybody wanna be like Mic\nEverybody wanna be like Mic\n\nI believe I can fly","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Be Like Mic\n  artist: Mic Geronimo\n  album: Rapper’s Paradise V\n  duration_ms: 274000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Everybody wanna be like Mic\n  Everybody wanna be like Mic\n\n  Yo I believe I can fly\n\n  Master divisor colder as I grew wiser\n  Fool the world like Keyser see they stuck 85ers\n  With science move and use complete silence\n  Niggas are God recognizin that we run earth with iron\n  I'm here but I still ain't seen nobody come near\n  To the heat so severe it leave you scorched from a flare\n  Bustin two up in the air then the rest you got\n  And God forbid these niggas ever make my hustlin stop\n  When I drop it's only to put it to excellency status\n  See, we here to run it all with eight other planets\n  But I'm on till it's gone, understand it\n  Performin to the warm hugs and slugs and feel the storm kinda tragic\n  Magic what I'm doin, anybody get touched\n  Everybody suffer the feelings of loss too much\n  All abuzz how we do it, how we touchin the sky\n  Holdin more, this is for all of y'all wonderin why\n  I can fly\n\n  Everybody wanna be like Mic\n  Everybody wanna be like Mic\n\n  Yo, I believe I can fly\n\n  Lexus and Benzes every color\n  Push a Hummer in the butters\n  Go to Miami in the summer months\n  Crush ice Rolly seemed like my brother once\n  Chillin on my arm, dippin in my pocket\n  Hold a 40, Benz inside my palms\n  Duplexes, east and west coast, plus the flats\n  Everybody know we get it on like that\n  With assorted firearm bulletproof to match\n  Teflon? my fitting baseball hat\n  While my ladies carry .380s in front of they snatch\n  And we makin all this caper but never givin it back\n  It's amazin how I put it all together with rap\n  1000s of listeners everywhere that fall on the map\n  See, it's magic what I'm doin, anybody get touched\n  Everybody suffer the feelings of loss too much\n  All abuzz how we do it, how we touchin the sky\n  Holdin more, this is for all of y'all wonderin why\n  I can fly\n\n  Everybody wanna be like Mic\n  Everybody wanna be like Mic\n\n  Yo, I believe I can fly\n\n  Either you down or you isn't in this game for the wins\n  Stackin the compensates and livin straight for the ends\n  Hittin skins, luxury Sedans with the rims\n  Fuckin with Washingtons while i'm holdin on the Benz\n  Pen's like a lens, so it's clear\n  Bless you in your dome with the chrome\n  Bring the flavor to your ear\n  Appear to make these willies reconsider the fear\n  Rhymin for nothin these niggas shouldn't try to come near\n  See, it's magic what I'm doin, anybody get touched\n  Everybody suffer the feelings of loss too much\n  All abuzz how we do it, how we touchin the sky\n  Holdin more, this is for all of y'all wonderin why\n\n  Everybody wanna be like Mic\n  Everybody wanna be like Mic\n\n  I believe I can fly\n"},{"id":13738426,"name":"Be Like Mic","trackName":"Be Like Mic","artistName":"Geronimo, Mic","albumName":"Vendetta","duration":274.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Everybody wanna be like Mic\nEverybody wanna be like Mic\n\nYo I believe I can fly\n\nMaster divisor colder as I grew wiser\nFool the world like Keyser see they stuck 85ers\nWith science move and use complete silence\nNiggas are God recognizin that we run earth with iron\nI'm here but I still ain't seen nobody come near\nTo the heat so severe it leave you scorched from a flare\nBustin two up in the air then the rest you got\nAnd God forbid these niggas ever make my hustlin stop\nWhen I drop it's only to put it to excellency status\nSee, we here to run it all with eight other planets\nBut I'm on till it's gone, understand it\nPerformin to the warm hugs and slugs and feel the storm kinda tragic\nMagic what I'm doin, anybody get touched\nEverybody suffer the feelings of loss too much\nAll abuzz how we do it, how we touchin the sky\nHoldin more, this is for all of y'all wonderin why\nI can fly\n\nEverybody wanna be like Mic\nEverybody wanna be like Mic\n\nYo, I believe I can fly\n\nLexus and Benzes every color\nPush a Hummer in the butters\nGo to Miami in the summer months\nCrush ice Rolly seemed like my brother once\nChillin on my arm, dippin in my pocket\nHold a 40, Benz inside my palms\nDuplexes, east and west coast, plus the flats\nEverybody know we get it on like that\nWith assorted firearm bulletproof to match\nTeflon? my fitting baseball hat\nWhile my ladies carry .380s in front of they snatch\nAnd we makin all this caper but never givin it back\nIt's amazin how I put it all together with rap\n1000s of listeners everywhere that fall on the map\nSee, it's magic what I'm doin, anybody get touched\nEverybody suffer the feelings of loss too much\nAll abuzz how we do it, how we touchin the sky\nHoldin more, this is for all of y'all wonderin why\nI can fly\n\nEverybody wanna be like Mic\nEverybody wanna be like Mic\n\nYo, I believe I can fly\n\nEither you down or you isn't in this game for the wins\nStackin the compensates and livin straight for the ends\nHittin skins, luxury Sedans with the rims\nFuckin with Washingtons while i'm holdin on the Benz\nPen's like a lens, so it's clear\nBless you in your dome with the chrome\nBring the flavor to your ear\nAppear to make these willies reconsider the fear\nRhymin for nothin these niggas shouldn't try to come near\nSee, it's magic what I'm doin, anybody get touched\nEverybody suffer the feelings of loss too much\nAll abuzz how we do it, how we touchin the sky\nHoldin more, this is for all of y'all wonderin why\n\nEverybody wanna be like Mic\nEverybody wanna be like Mic\n\nI believe I can fly","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Be Like Mic\n  artist: Geronimo, Mic\n  album: Vendetta\n  duration_ms: 274000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Everybody wanna be like Mic\n  Everybody wanna be like Mic\n\n  Yo I believe I can fly\n\n  Master divisor colder as I grew wiser\n  Fool the world like Keyser see they stuck 85ers\n  With science move and use complete silence\n  Niggas are God recognizin that we run earth with iron\n  I'm here but I still ain't seen nobody come near\n  To the heat so severe it leave you scorched from a flare\n  Bustin two up in the air then the rest you got\n  And God forbid these niggas ever make my hustlin stop\n  When I drop it's only to put it to excellency status\n  See, we here to run it all with eight other planets\n  But I'm on till it's gone, understand it\n  Performin to the warm hugs and slugs and feel the storm kinda tragic\n  Magic what I'm doin, anybody get touched\n  Everybody suffer the feelings of loss too much\n  All abuzz how we do it, how we touchin the sky\n  Holdin more, this is for all of y'all wonderin why\n  I can fly\n\n  Everybody wanna be like Mic\n  Everybody wanna be like Mic\n\n  Yo, I believe I can fly\n\n  Lexus and Benzes every color\n  Push a Hummer in the butters\n  Go to Miami in the summer months\n  Crush ice Rolly seemed like my brother once\n  Chillin on my arm, dippin in my pocket\n  Hold a 40, Benz inside my palms\n  Duplexes, east and west coast, plus the flats\n  Everybody know we get it on like that\n  With assorted firearm bulletproof to match\n  Teflon? my fitting baseball hat\n  While my ladies carry .380s in front of they snatch\n  And we makin all this caper but never givin it back\n  It's amazin how I put it all together with rap\n  1000s of listeners everywhere that fall on the map\n  See, it's magic what I'm doin, anybody get touched\n  Everybody suffer the feelings of loss too much\n  All abuzz how we do it, how we touchin the sky\n  Holdin more, this is for all of y'all wonderin why\n  I can fly\n\n  Everybody wanna be like Mic\n  Everybody wanna be like Mic\n\n  Yo, I believe I can fly\n\n  Either you down or you isn't in this game for the wins\n  Stackin the compensates and livin straight for the ends\n  Hittin skins, luxury Sedans with the rims\n  Fuckin with Washingtons while i'm holdin on the Benz\n  Pen's like a lens, so it's clear\n  Bless you in your dome with the chrome\n  Bring the flavor to your ear\n  Appear to make these willies reconsider the fear\n  Rhymin for nothin these niggas shouldn't try to come near\n  See, it's magic what I'm doin, anybody get touched\n  Everybody suffer the feelings of loss too much\n  All abuzz how we do it, how we touchin the sky\n  Holdin more, this is for all of y'all wonderin why\n\n  Everybody wanna be like Mic\n  Everybody wanna be like Mic\n\n  I believe I can fly\n"},{"id":9366822,"name":"Be Like Mic","trackName":"Be Like Mic","artistName":"Mic Geronimo","albumName":"Vendetta","duration":274.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Everybody wanna be like Mic\nEverybody wanna be like Mic\n\nYo I believe I can fly\n\nMaster divisor colder as I grew wiser\nFool the world like Keyser see they stuck 85ers\nWith science move and use complete silence\nNiggas are God recognizin that we run earth with iron\nI'm here but I still ain't seen nobody come near\nTo the heat so severe it leave you scorched from a flare\nBustin two up in the air then the rest you got\nAnd God forbid these niggas ever make my hustlin stop\nWhen I drop it's only to put it to excellency status\nSee, we here to run it all with eight other planets\nBut I'm on till it's gone, understand it\nPerformin to the warm hugs and slugs and feel the storm kinda tragic\nMagic what I'm doin, anybody get touched\nEverybody suffer the feelings of loss too much\nAll abuzz how we do it, how we touchin the sky\nHoldin more, this is for all of y'all wonderin why\nI can fly\n\nEverybody wanna be like Mic\nEverybody wanna be like Mic\n\nYo, I believe I can fly\n\nLexus and Benzes every color\nPush a Hummer in the butters\nGo to Miami in the summer months\nCrush ice Rolly seemed like my brother once\nChillin on my arm, dippin in my pocket\nHold a 40, Benz inside my palms\nDuplexes, east and west coast, plus the flats\nEverybody know we get it on like that\nWith assorted firearm bulletproof to match\nTeflon? my fitting baseball hat\nWhile my ladies carry .380s in front of they snatch\nAnd we makin all this caper but never givin it back\nIt's amazin how I put it all together with rap\n1000s of listeners everywhere that fall on the map\nSee, it's magic what I'm doin, anybody get touched\nEverybody suffer the feelings of loss too much\nAll abuzz how we do it, how we touchin the sky\nHoldin more, this is for all of y'all wonderin why\nI can fly\n\nEverybody wanna be like Mic\nEverybody wanna be like Mic\n\nYo, I believe I can fly\n\nEither you down or you isn't in this game for the wins\nStackin the compensates and livin straight for the ends\nHittin skins, luxury Sedans with the rims\nFuckin with Washingtons while i'm holdin on the Benz\nPen's like a lens, so it's clear\nBless you in your dome with the chrome\nBring the flavor to your ear\nAppear to make these willies reconsider the fear\nRhymin for nothin these niggas shouldn't try to come near\nSee, it's magic what I'm doin, anybody get touched\nEverybody suffer the feelings of loss too much\nAll abuzz how we do it, how we touchin the sky\nHoldin more, this is for all of y'all wonderin why\n\nEverybody wanna be like Mic\nEverybody wanna be like Mic\n\nI believe I can fly","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Be Like Mic\n  artist: Mic Geronimo\n  album: Vendetta\n  duration_ms: 274000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Everybody wanna be like Mic\n  Everybody wanna be like Mic\n\n  Yo I believe I can fly\n\n  Master divisor colder as I grew wiser\n  Fool the world like Keyser see they stuck 85ers\n  With science move and use complete silence\n  Niggas are God recognizin that we run earth with iron\n  I'm here but I still ain't seen nobody come near\n  To the heat so severe it leave you scorched from a flare\n  Bustin two up in the air then the rest you got\n  And God forbid these niggas ever make my hustlin stop\n  When I drop it's only to put it to excellency status\n  See, we here to run it all with eight other planets\n  But I'm on till it's gone, understand it\n  Performin to the warm hugs and slugs and feel the storm kinda tragic\n  Magic what I'm doin, anybody get touched\n  Everybody suffer the feelings of loss too much\n  All abuzz how we do it, how we touchin the sky\n  Holdin more, this is for all of y'all wonderin why\n  I can fly\n\n  Everybody wanna be like Mic\n  Everybody wanna be like Mic\n\n  Yo, I believe I can fly\n\n  Lexus and Benzes every color\n  Push a Hummer in the butters\n  Go to Miami in the summer months\n  Crush ice Rolly seemed like my brother once\n  Chillin on my arm, dippin in my pocket\n  Hold a 40, Benz inside my palms\n  Duplexes, east and west coast, plus the flats\n  Everybody know we get it on like that\n  With assorted firearm bulletproof to match\n  Teflon? my fitting baseball hat\n  While my ladies carry .380s in front of they snatch\n  And we makin all this caper but never givin it back\n  It's amazin how I put it all together with rap\n  1000s of listeners everywhere that fall on the map\n  See, it's magic what I'm doin, anybody get touched\n  Everybody suffer the feelings of loss too much\n  All abuzz how we do it, how we touchin the sky\n  Holdin more, this is for all of y'all wonderin why\n  I can fly\n\n  Everybody wanna be like Mic\n  Everybody wanna be like Mic\n\n  Yo, I believe I can fly\n\n  Either you down or you isn't in this game for the wins\n  Stackin the compensates and livin straight for the ends\n  Hittin skins, luxury Sedans with the rims\n  Fuckin with Washingtons while i'm holdin on the Benz\n  Pen's like a lens, so it's clear\n  Bless you in your dome with the chrome\n  Bring the flavor to your ear\n  Appear to make these willies reconsider the fear\n  Rhymin for nothin these niggas shouldn't try to come near\n  See, it's magic what I'm doin, anybody get touched\n  Everybody suffer the feelings of loss too much\n  All abuzz how we do it, how we touchin the sky\n  Holdin more, this is for all of y'all wonderin why\n\n  Everybody wanna be like Mic\n  Everybody wanna be like Mic\n\n  I believe I can fly\n"}]