[{"id":3886067,"name":"Bring the Pain - New Wave","trackName":"Bring the Pain - New Wave","artistName":"Mindless Self Indulgence","albumName":"Tighter","duration":257.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I came to bring the pain\nHardcore from the brain\nLet's go inside my astral plane\n\nFind out my mental, based on instrumental\nRecords, hey, so I can write monumental\nMethods, I'm not the king, but niggas is decaf\nI stick 'em for the cream, check it\n\nJust how deep can shit get?\nDeeper than your fists\nAnd brothers is mad pissed, accept it\n\nIn your cross color\nClothes you crossed over\nAnd now ya totally crossed out (and kriss krossed)\n\nWho tha boss\nNiggas get tossed to tha side\nAnd I'm the dark side of the force, of course\n\nIt's the Method Man from the Wu-Tang Clan\nI be hectic, and comin' for that headpiece, protect it\n\nFuck it, two tears in a bucket\nNiggas want the ruckus\nSo bust it at me, son\nNow bust it\n\nStylez, I get buck wild\nMethod Man on some shit\nFuckin' niggas foul, son I'm sick\n\nInsane crazy, drivin' Miss Daisy\nHow the fuck am I?\nNow I got mine, I'm Swayzee\n\nIs it real, son?\nIs it really real, son?\nLemme know it's real, son\nIf it's really real\n\nSomething I can feel, son\nLoad it up and kill one\nWonderin' the deal, son\nIf it's really real\n\nWhen I was a little stereo (stereo)\nI used to be the champion (ooh)\nI always wonder (wonder)\nWhen I will be the number one (ooh)\n\nAnd now you listen to me, Gargon (gargon)\nAnd the Gargon summary\nAnd all you niggas come and test me (test me)\nI'm gonna lick out your brains\n\nMothers wanna hang with the meth, bring the rope\n'Cause the only way you hang is by the neck\nNigga, bump off a set\n\nComin' through all your projects\nTake it as a threat or better yet, it is a promise\nComin' like a vet on some old Vietnam shit\nNigga, you can bet your bottom dollar that I'm on it\n\nAnd it's gonna get even worse\nWord to god, it's the Wu\nComin' 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straw\n[02:53.81] When you give it to me, yeah\n[02:55.88] Give it to me raw\n[02:56.93] 'Cause I burn\n[02:58.32] When you drink absolute straight\n[03:00.54] It burns\n[03:01.96] Enough to give my chest hairs a perm\n[03:04.48] I don't need no chemical blow to pull a ho\n[03:07.99] All I need is chemical bank (to pay the bitch!)\n[03:11.28] Is it real, son?\n[03:12.63] Is it really real, son?\n[03:14.13] Lemme know it's real, son\n[03:16.18] If it's really real\n[03:17.78] Something I can feel, son\n[03:19.50] Load it up and kill one\n[03:21.41] Wonderin' the deal, son\n[03:23.07] If it's really real\n[03:27.24] Fuck the hoes\n[03:30.96] Fuck the hoes\n[03:34.32] Fuck the hoes\n[03:37.76] Fuck the hoes\n[03:41.56] Fuck the hoes\n[03:44.99] Fuck the hoes\n[03:48.47] Fuck the hoes\n[03:52.06] Fuck the hoes\n[03:55.68] Fuck the hoes\n[03:59.16] Fuck the hoes\n[04:02.63] Fuck the hoes\n[04:06.11] Fuck the hoes\n[04:08.26] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Bring the Pain 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Wu-Tang Clan\nI be hectic, and comin' for that headpiece, protect it\n\nFuck it, two tears in a bucket\nNiggas want the ruckus\nSo bust it at me, son\nNow bust it\n\nStylez, I get buck wild\nMethod Man on some shit\nFuckin' niggas foul, son I'm sick\n\nInsane crazy, drivin' Miss Daisy\nHow the fuck am I?\nNow I got mine, I'm Swayzee\n\nIs it real, son?\nIs it really real, son?\nLemme know it's real, son\nIf it's really real\n\nSomething I can feel, son\nLoad it up and kill one\nWonderin' the deal, son\nIf it's really real\n\nWhen I was a little stereo (stereo)\nI used to be the champion (ooh)\nI always wonder (wonder)\nWhen I will be the number one (ooh)\n\nAnd now you listen to me, Gargon (gargon)\nAnd the Gargon summary\nAnd all you niggas come and test me (test me)\nI'm gonna lick out your brains\n\nMothers wanna hang with the meth, bring the rope\n'Cause the only way you hang is by the neck\nNigga, bump off a set\n\nComin' through all your projects\nTake it as a threat or better yet, it is a promise\nComin' like a vet on some old Vietnam shit\nNigga, you can bet your bottom dollar that I'm on it\n\nAnd it's gonna get even worse\nWord to god, it's the Wu\nComin' through\nTaking niggas 'fore they're gone\nMovin' to your left (Mr Meth!)\n\nI came to represent and carve my name within your chest\nYou can come test\nRealize it's no contest, son\nI'm the gun who won that old wild west\n\nQuick on the draw with my hands on the floor\nNine-three-eleven with the rugged rhymes galore\n\nCheck it 'cause I think not when it's hip-hop like proper\nRhymes be the proof, when I'm drinkin' ninety proof vodka\nNo OJ, no straw\nWhen you give it to me, yeah\nGive it to me raw\n'Cause I burn\nWhen you drink absolute straight\nIt burns\nEnough to give my chest hairs a perm\n\nI don't need no chemical blow to pull a ho\nAll I need is chemical bank (to pay the bitch!)\n\nIs it real, son?\nIs it really real, son?\nLemme know it's real, son\nIf it's really real\n\nSomething I can feel, 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with the meth, bring the rope\n'Cause the only way you hang is by the neck\nNigga, bump off a set\n\nComin' through all your projects\nTake it as a threat or better yet, it is a promise\nComin' like a vet on some old Vietnam shit\nNigga, you can bet your bottom dollar that I'm on it\n\nAnd it's gonna get even worse\nWord to god, it's the Wu\nComin' through\nTaking niggas 'fore they're gone\nMovin' to your left (Mr Meth!)\n\nI came to represent and carve my name within your chest\nYou can come test\nRealize it's no contest, son\nI'm the gun who won that old wild west\n\nQuick on the draw with my hands on the floor\nNine-three-eleven with the rugged rhymes galore\n\nCheck it 'cause I think not when it's hip-hop like proper\nRhymes be the proof, when I'm drinkin' ninety proof vodka\nNo OJ, no straw\nWhen you give it to me, yeah\nGive it to me raw\n'Cause I burn\nWhen you drink absolute straight\nIt burns\nEnough to give my chest hairs a perm\n\nI don't need no chemical blow to pull a 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it\n\nJust how deep can shit get?\nDeeper than your fists\nAnd brothers is mad pissed, accept it\n\nIn your cross color\nClothes you crossed over\nAnd now ya totally crossed out (and kriss krossed)\n\nWho tha boss\nNiggas get tossed to tha side\nAnd I'm the dark side of the force, of course\n\nIt's the Method Man from the Wu-Tang Clan\nI be hectic, and comin' for that headpiece, protect it\n\nFuck it, two tears in a bucket\nNiggas want the ruckus\nSo bust it at me, son\nNow bust it\n\nStylez, I get buck wild\nMethod Man on some shit\nFuckin' niggas foul, son I'm sick\n\nInsane crazy, drivin' Miss Daisy\nHow the fuck am I?\nNow I got mine, I'm Swayzee\n\nIs it real, son?\nIs it really real, son?\nLemme know it's real, son\nIf it's really real\n\nSomething I can feel, son\nLoad it up and kill one\nWonderin' the deal, son\nIf it's really real\n\nWhen I was a little stereo (stereo)\nI used to be the champion (ooh)\nI always wonder (wonder)\nWhen I will be the number one (ooh)\n\nAnd now you listen to me, Gargon (gargon)\nAnd the Gargon summary\nAnd all you niggas come and test me (test me)\nI'm gonna lick out your brains\n\nMothers wanna hang with the meth, bring the rope\n'Cause the only way you hang is by the neck\nNigga, bump off a set\n\nComin' through all your projects\nTake it as a threat or better yet, it is a promise\nComin' like a vet on some old Vietnam shit\nNigga, you can bet your bottom dollar that I'm on it\n\nAnd it's gonna get even worse\nWord to god, it's the Wu\nComin' through\nTaking niggas 'fore they're gone\nMovin' to your left (Mr Meth!)\n\nI came to represent and carve my name within your chest\nYou can come test\nRealize it's no contest, son\nI'm the gun who won that old wild west\n\nQuick on the draw with my hands on the floor\nNine-three-eleven with the rugged rhymes galore\n\nCheck it 'cause I think not when it's hip-hop like proper\nRhymes be the proof, when I'm drinkin' ninety proof vodka\nNo OJ, no straw\nWhen you give it to me, 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30200\n- text: Clothes you crossed over\n  start_ms: 30200\n  end_ms: 32300\n- text: And now ya totally crossed out (and kriss krossed)\n  start_ms: 32300\n  end_ms: 36020\n- text: Who tha boss\n  start_ms: 36020\n  end_ms: 37120\n- text: Niggas get tossed to tha side\n  start_ms: 37120\n  end_ms: 39740\n- text: And I'm the dark side of the force, of course\n  start_ms: 39740\n  end_ms: 43190\n- text: It's the Method Man from the Wu-Tang Clan\n  start_ms: 43190\n  end_ms: 46580\n- text: I be hectic, and comin' for that headpiece, protect it\n  start_ms: 46580\n  end_ms: 50470\n- text: Fuck it, two tears in a bucket\n  start_ms: 50470\n  end_ms: 53050\n- text: Niggas want the ruckus\n  start_ms: 53050\n  end_ms: 54600\n- text: So bust it at me, son\n  start_ms: 54600\n  end_ms: 56240\n- text: Now bust it\n  start_ms: 56240\n  end_ms: 57340\n- text: Stylez, I get buck wild\n  start_ms: 57340\n  end_ms: 59760\n- text: Method Man on some shit\n  start_ms: 59760\n  end_ms: 61500\n- text: Fuckin' niggas foul, son I'm sick\n  start_ms: 61500\n  end_ms: 64690\n- text: Insane crazy, drivin' Miss Daisy\n  start_ms: 64690\n  end_ms: 68000\n- text: How the fuck am I?\n  start_ms: 68000\n  end_ms: 69490\n- text: Now I got mine, I'm Swayzee\n  start_ms: 69490\n  end_ms: 71260\n- text: Is it real, son?\n  start_ms: 71260\n  end_ms: 72640\n- text: Is it really real, son?\n  start_ms: 72640\n  end_ms: 74390\n- text: Lemme know it's real, son\n  start_ms: 74390\n  end_ms: 76090\n- text: If it's really real\n  start_ms: 76090\n  end_ms: 77640\n- text: Something I can feel, son\n  start_ms: 77640\n  end_ms: 79710\n- text: Load it up and kill one\n  start_ms: 79710\n  end_ms: 81470\n- text: Wonderin' the deal, son\n  start_ms: 81470\n  end_ms: 83190\n- text: If it's really real\n  start_ms: 83190\n  end_ms: 86270\n- text: When I was a little stereo (stereo)\n  start_ms: 86270\n  end_ms: 89390\n- text: I used to be the champion (ooh)\n  start_ms: 89390\n  end_ms: 93540\n- text: I always wonder (wonder)\n  start_ms: 93540\n  end_ms: 96600\n- text: When I will be the number one (ooh)\n  start_ms: 96600\n  end_ms: 100010\n- text: And now you listen to me, Gargon (gargon)\n  start_ms: 100010\n  end_ms: 103800\n- text: And the Gargon summary\n  start_ms: 103800\n  end_ms: 107110\n- text: And all you niggas come and test me (test me)\n  start_ms: 107110\n  end_ms: 110620\n- text: I'm gonna lick out your brains\n  start_ms: 110620\n  end_ms: 113900\n- text: Mothers wanna hang with the meth, bring the rope\n  start_ms: 113900\n  end_ms: 117040\n- text: '''Cause the only way you hang is by the neck'\n  start_ms: 117040\n  end_ms: 119650\n- text: Nigga, bump off a set\n  start_ms: 119650\n  end_ms: 121500\n- text: Comin' through all your projects\n  start_ms: 121500\n  end_ms: 123620\n- text: Take it as a threat or better yet, it is a promise\n  start_ms: 123620\n  end_ms: 127220\n- text: Comin' like a vet on some old Vietnam shit\n  start_ms: 127220\n  end_ms: 130750\n- text: Nigga, you can bet your bottom dollar that I'm on it\n  start_ms: 130750\n  end_ms: 134320\n- text: And it's gonna get even worse\n  start_ms: 134320\n  end_ms: 136360\n- text: Word to god, it's the Wu\n  start_ms: 136360\n  end_ms: 138200\n- text: Comin' through\n  start_ms: 138200\n  end_ms: 139290\n- text: Taking niggas 'fore they're gone\n  start_ms: 139290\n  end_ms: 141450\n- text: Movin' to your left (Mr Meth!)\n  start_ms: 141450\n  end_ms: 144780\n- text: I came to represent and carve my name within your chest\n  start_ms: 144780\n  end_ms: 148490\n- text: You can come test\n  start_ms: 148490\n  end_ms: 149750\n- text: Realize it's no contest, son\n  start_ms: 149750\n  end_ms: 152240\n- text: I'm the gun who won that old wild west\n  start_ms: 152240\n  end_ms: 154950\n- text: Quick on the draw with my hands on the floor\n  start_ms: 154950\n  end_ms: 158740\n- text: Nine-three-eleven with the rugged rhymes galore\n  start_ms: 158740\n  end_ms: 162540\n- text: Check it 'cause I think not when it's hip-hop like proper\n  start_ms: 162540\n  end_ms: 166880\n- text: Rhymes be the proof, when I'm drinkin' ninety proof vodka\n  start_ms: 166880\n  end_ms: 170850\n- text: No OJ, no straw\n  start_ms: 170850\n  end_ms: 173810\n- text: When you give it to me, yeah\n  start_ms: 173810\n  end_ms: 175880\n- text: Give it to me raw\n  start_ms: 175880\n  end_ms: 176930\n- text: '''Cause I burn'\n  start_ms: 176930\n  end_ms: 178320\n- text: When you drink absolute straight\n  start_ms: 178320\n  end_ms: 180540\n- text: It burns\n  start_ms: 180540\n  end_ms: 181960\n- text: Enough to give my chest hairs a perm\n  start_ms: 181960\n  end_ms: 184480\n- text: I don't need no chemical blow to pull a ho\n  start_ms: 184480\n  end_ms: 187990\n- text: All I need is chemical bank (to pay the bitch!)\n  start_ms: 187990\n  end_ms: 191280\n- text: Is it real, son?\n  start_ms: 191280\n  end_ms: 192630\n- text: Is it really real, son?\n  start_ms: 192630\n  end_ms: 194130\n- text: Lemme know it's real, son\n  start_ms: 194130\n  end_ms: 196180\n- text: If it's really real\n  start_ms: 196180\n  end_ms: 197780\n- text: Something I can feel, son\n  start_ms: 197780\n  end_ms: 199500\n- text: Load it up and kill one\n  start_ms: 199500\n  end_ms: 201410\n- text: Wonderin' the deal, son\n  start_ms: 201410\n  end_ms: 203070\n- text: If it's really real\n  start_ms: 203070\n  end_ms: 207240\n- text: Fuck the hoes\n  start_ms: 207240\n  end_ms: 210960\n- text: Fuck the hoes\n  start_ms: 210960\n  end_ms: 214320\n- text: Fuck the hoes\n  start_ms: 214320\n  end_ms: 217760\n- text: Fuck the hoes\n  start_ms: 217760\n  end_ms: 221560\n- text: Fuck the hoes\n  start_ms: 221560\n  end_ms: 224990\n- text: Fuck the hoes\n  start_ms: 224990\n  end_ms: 228470\n- text: Fuck the hoes\n  start_ms: 228470\n  end_ms: 232060\n- text: Fuck the hoes\n  start_ms: 232060\n  end_ms: 235680\n- text: Fuck the hoes\n  start_ms: 235680\n  end_ms: 239160\n- text: Fuck the hoes\n  start_ms: 239160\n  end_ms: 242630\n- text: Fuck the hoes\n  start_ms: 242630\n  end_ms: 246110\n- text: Fuck the hoes\n  start_ms: 246110\n  end_ms: 248260\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 248260\nplain: |-\n  I came to bring the pain\n  Hardcore from the brain\n  Let's go inside my astral plane\n\n  Find out my mental, based on instrumental\n  Records, hey, so I can write monumental\n  Methods, I'm not the king, but niggas is decaf\n  I stick 'em for the cream, check it\n\n  Just how deep can shit get?\n  Deeper than your fists\n  And brothers is mad pissed, accept it\n\n  In your cross color\n  Clothes you crossed over\n  And now ya totally crossed out (and kriss krossed)\n\n  Who tha boss\n  Niggas get tossed to tha side\n  And I'm the dark side of the force, of course\n\n  It's the Method Man from the Wu-Tang Clan\n  I be hectic, and comin' for that headpiece, protect it\n\n  Fuck it, two tears in a bucket\n  Niggas want the ruckus\n  So bust it at me, son\n  Now bust it\n\n  Stylez, I get buck wild\n  Method Man on some shit\n  Fuckin' niggas foul, son I'm sick\n\n  Insane crazy, drivin' Miss Daisy\n  How the fuck am I?\n  Now I got mine, I'm Swayzee\n\n  Is it real, son?\n  Is it really real, son?\n  Lemme know it's real, son\n  If it's really real\n\n  Something I can feel, son\n  Load it up and kill one\n  Wonderin' the deal, son\n  If it's really real\n\n  When I was a little stereo (stereo)\n  I used to be the champion (ooh)\n  I always wonder (wonder)\n  When I will be the number one (ooh)\n\n  And now you listen to me, Gargon (gargon)\n  And the Gargon summary\n  And all you niggas come and test me (test me)\n  I'm gonna lick out your brains\n\n  Mothers wanna hang with the meth, bring the rope\n  'Cause the only way you hang is by the neck\n  Nigga, bump off a set\n\n  Comin' through all your projects\n  Take it as a threat or better yet, it is a promise\n  Comin' like a vet on some old Vietnam shit\n  Nigga, you can bet your bottom dollar that I'm on it\n\n  And it's gonna get even worse\n  Word to god, it's the Wu\n  Comin' through\n  Taking niggas 'fore they're gone\n  Movin' to your left (Mr Meth!)\n\n  I came to represent and carve my name within your chest\n  You can come test\n  Realize it's no contest, son\n  I'm the gun who won that old wild west\n\n  Quick on the draw with my hands on the floor\n  Nine-three-eleven with the rugged rhymes galore\n\n  Check it 'cause I think not when it's hip-hop like proper\n  Rhymes be the proof, when I'm drinkin' ninety proof vodka\n  No OJ, no straw\n  When you give it to me, yeah\n  Give it to me raw\n  'Cause I burn\n  When you drink absolute straight\n  It burns\n  Enough to give my chest hairs a perm\n\n  I don't need no chemical blow to pull a ho\n  All I need is chemical bank (to pay the bitch!)\n\n  Is it real, son?\n  Is it really real, son?\n  Lemme know it's real, son\n  If it's really real\n\n  Something I can feel, son\n  Load it up and kill one\n  Wonderin' the deal, son\n  If it's really real\n\n  Fuck the hoes\n  Fuck the hoes\n  Fuck the hoes\n  Fuck the hoes\n  Fuck the hoes\n  Fuck the hoes\n\n  Fuck the hoes\n  Fuck the hoes\n  Fuck the hoes\n  Fuck the hoes\n  Fuck the hoes\n  Fuck the hoes\n"}]