[{"id":24087487,"name":"Numbers","trackName":"Numbers","artistName":"Organized Konfusion","albumName":"Singles Hip-Hop","duration":255.268542,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Uhh, turn it up\nHah, uhh, yo, check it\nNow add it up\nUhh, add it up\nUhh...\n\n[Prince Poetry]\nCheck it out, we're like\nThree LP's precise from my Five Deadly Venoms\nWith international plugs like nine Organized emblems\nGet it? Twenty Thousand Leagues, extra deep\nRunnin with the number thirteen with my 40 Below's upon the feet\nNow Adam 12 got me in this 20/20\nso I'm double oh seven about my four one one\nSeventy-four catch my eighty-three degrees of heat\nWe merkin four-twenty eat island three five N2Deep\nMack 10 under seat for carjacking Passenger 57's\nA Product 19 who gets the dumpster behind 7 Eleven\n4-1-0-8-0-9-1-5-9\nSame 227 style with one nosy bitch in the blind\nHit, one-five-five for twenty sacks and better\nNothin but love for this nigga, Mr. 16th Letter\nMr. 16th Letter, Mr. 16th Letter...\n\n[Pharoahe Monch]\nYo, nine times out of ten, a nigga won't shine\nI drop dime on five niggaz who all had nines\non the corner of my block doin crime, now I'm\nwalkin around, with the fo'-pound, now lately\nLookin over my shoulder with a six hour three-eighty\nMaybe the baby Tec woulda been nicer to bring along\nSing along with me if y'all know the song\nMines, gimme, not Vinnie but I'm Naughty\nIn forty projects drinkin 40's till I'm forty?\nTruncatin drum loops with Pauly\nOn the SP-1200 and 1212 you feel it\nMission to create, matrimony and reveal it\nIt's love in the form of life, as you know it\nYou skatin with the eight and I'ma damn sure show it\n\nFunky Four +1, you know makes Five\nFantastic, romatic, got live\nFurious was cheeriest, the Treacherous Three\nWe be the Awesome Two most definitely\n... makes Five ... got live\n... Three, we be the Awesome Two\n\n[Pharoahe Monch]\nNow I can get Get, Smart smart\nBut I'm not not Eighty-Six in the mind, mind you\nI got a girl named Ninety-Nine, and when I rhyme\nshe rhymes too, she likes to do the sixty-nine\nand so I climb, up through, to the, top of the pile\nBut see I'm not standing on Gomer\nI hit a homer, and I got jumped by The Simpsons\nNot to mention, Pharoahe Mon-Chi-Chi, eighty-nine percent\nof the time I'm sure of my rhyme like shake redemption\nThe remaining eleven percent come from seven percent\nGreat God Pharoahe of heaven ascent\nRacin a 5.0, in my 380i\nOn my way back from Florida on four-ninety-five\n\nWe just parlayin with the one one one\nCheck one, now add it up\nnow add the two *scratch* two two\nUhh, Monch, add it up\nTruly with the three three three three\nYo, add it up\nWe be the Awesome Two most definitely\n\n[Prince Poetry]\nNow just yesterday I couldn't took my last Five Heartbeats\nNow I feeling it's for spiritual reasons\nNo more sweet sixteens and dick teasing\nToo many Tech-9's behind trees and five-oh keeps a black brotha bleedin\nFillin em up like Unleaded Phillips 66\nOwin me more than 40 Acres and these Mule kicks\nGettin the 48 Hours, like Eddie Murphy\nToo dark to mix, now triple-six wanna hurt me\nStill reachin for more than, ten million sales\nIn Studio 54, Waiting to Exhale\nWhen in the world 12 disciples, in this life cycle\nthat's trifle, so my impact's a twenty gauge rifle\nFifty/fifty eight and thirteen inches of weapon\n7-1-8 to 2-1-3 on the 747\nThree strikes, two tokes, once again for the mass\nFurious like the Five with Grandmaster Flash\n\nYo, Funky Four +1, you know makes Five\nFantastic, romatic, got live\nFurious was cheeriest, the Treacherous Three\nWe be the Awesome Two most definitely","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Numbers\n  artist: Organized Konfusion\n  album: Singles Hip-Hop\n  duration_ms: 255269\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Uhh, turn it up\n  Hah, uhh, yo, check it\n  Now add it up\n  Uhh, add it up\n  Uhh...\n\n  [Prince Poetry]\n  Check it out, we're like\n  Three LP's precise from my Five Deadly Venoms\n  With international plugs like nine Organized emblems\n  Get it? Twenty Thousand Leagues, extra deep\n  Runnin with the number thirteen with my 40 Below's upon the feet\n  Now Adam 12 got me in this 20/20\n  so I'm double oh seven about my four one one\n  Seventy-four catch my eighty-three degrees of heat\n  We merkin four-twenty eat island three five N2Deep\n  Mack 10 under seat for carjacking Passenger 57's\n  A Product 19 who gets the dumpster behind 7 Eleven\n  4-1-0-8-0-9-1-5-9\n  Same 227 style with one nosy bitch in the blind\n  Hit, one-five-five for twenty sacks and better\n  Nothin but love for this nigga, Mr. 16th Letter\n  Mr. 16th Letter, Mr. 16th Letter...\n\n  [Pharoahe Monch]\n  Yo, nine times out of ten, a nigga won't shine\n  I drop dime on five niggaz who all had nines\n  on the corner of my block doin crime, now I'm\n  walkin around, with the fo'-pound, now lately\n  Lookin over my shoulder with a six hour three-eighty\n  Maybe the baby Tec woulda been nicer to bring along\n  Sing along with me if y'all know the song\n  Mines, gimme, not Vinnie but I'm Naughty\n  In forty projects drinkin 40's till I'm forty?\n  Truncatin drum loops with Pauly\n  On the SP-1200 and 1212 you feel it\n  Mission to create, matrimony and reveal it\n  It's love in the form of life, as you know it\n  You skatin with the eight and I'ma damn sure show it\n\n  Funky Four +1, you know makes Five\n  Fantastic, romatic, got live\n  Furious was cheeriest, the Treacherous Three\n  We be the Awesome Two most definitely\n  ... makes Five ... got live\n  ... Three, we be the Awesome Two\n\n  [Pharoahe Monch]\n  Now I can get Get, Smart smart\n  But I'm not not Eighty-Six in the mind, mind you\n  I got a girl named Ninety-Nine, and when I rhyme\n  she rhymes too, she likes to do the sixty-nine\n  and so I climb, up through, to the, top of the pile\n  But see I'm not standing on Gomer\n  I hit a homer, and I got jumped by The Simpsons\n  Not to mention, Pharoahe Mon-Chi-Chi, eighty-nine percent\n  of the time I'm sure of my rhyme like shake redemption\n  The remaining eleven percent come from seven percent\n  Great God Pharoahe of heaven ascent\n  Racin a 5.0, in my 380i\n  On my way back from Florida on four-ninety-five\n\n  We just parlayin with the one one one\n  Check one, now add it up\n  now add the two *scratch* two two\n  Uhh, Monch, add it up\n  Truly with the three three three three\n  Yo, add it up\n  We be the Awesome Two most definitely\n\n  [Prince Poetry]\n  Now just yesterday I couldn't took my last Five Heartbeats\n  Now I feeling it's for spiritual reasons\n  No more sweet sixteens and dick teasing\n  Too many Tech-9's behind trees and five-oh keeps a black brotha bleedin\n  Fillin em up like Unleaded Phillips 66\n  Owin me more than 40 Acres and these Mule kicks\n  Gettin the 48 Hours, like Eddie Murphy\n  Too dark to mix, now triple-six wanna hurt me\n  Still reachin for more than, ten million sales\n  In Studio 54, Waiting to Exhale\n  When in the world 12 disciples, in this life cycle\n  that's trifle, so my impact's a twenty gauge rifle\n  Fifty/fifty eight and thirteen inches of weapon\n  7-1-8 to 2-1-3 on the 747\n  Three strikes, two tokes, once again for the mass\n  Furious like the Five with Grandmaster Flash\n\n  Yo, Funky Four +1, you know makes Five\n  Fantastic, romatic, got live\n  Furious was cheeriest, the Treacherous Three\n  We be the Awesome Two most definitely\n"},{"id":9388536,"name":"Numbers","trackName":"Numbers","artistName":"Organized Konfusion","albumName":"The Equinox","duration":253.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Uhh, turn it up\nHah, uhh, yo, check it\nNow add it up\nUhh, add it up\nUhh...\n\n[Prince Poetry]\nCheck it out, we're like\nThree LP's precise from my Five Deadly Venoms\nWith international plugs like nine Organized emblems\nGet it? Twenty Thousand Leagues, extra deep\nRunnin with the number thirteen with my 40 Below's upon the feet\nNow Adam 12 got me in this 20/20\nso I'm double oh seven about my four one one\nSeventy-four catch my eighty-three degrees of heat\nWe merkin four-twenty eat island three five N2Deep\nMack 10 under seat for carjacking Passenger 57's\nA Product 19 who gets the dumpster behind 7 Eleven\n4-1-0-8-0-9-1-5-9\nSame 227 style with one nosy bitch in the blind\nHit, one-five-five for twenty sacks and better\nNothin but love for this nigga, Mr. 16th Letter\nMr. 16th Letter, Mr. 16th Letter...\n\n[Pharoahe Monch]\nYo, nine times out of ten, a nigga won't shine\nI drop dime on five niggaz who all had nines\non the corner of my block doin crime, now I'm\nwalkin around, with the fo'-pound, now lately\nLookin over my shoulder with a six hour three-eighty\nMaybe the baby Tec woulda been nicer to bring along\nSing along with me if y'all know the song\nMines, gimme, not Vinnie but I'm Naughty\nIn forty projects drinkin 40's till I'm forty?\nTruncatin drum loops with Pauly\nOn the SP-1200 and 1212 you feel it\nMission to create, matrimony and reveal it\nIt's love in the form of life, as you know it\nYou skatin with the eight and I'ma damn sure show it\n\nFunky Four +1, you know makes Five\nFantastic, romatic, got live\nFurious was cheeriest, the Treacherous Three\nWe be the Awesome Two most definitely\n... makes Five ... got live\n... Three, we be the Awesome Two\n\n[Pharoahe Monch]\nNow I can get Get, Smart smart\nBut I'm not not Eighty-Six in the mind, mind you\nI got a girl named Ninety-Nine, and when I rhyme\nshe rhymes too, she likes to do the sixty-nine\nand so I climb, up through, to the, top of the pile\nBut see I'm not standing on Gomer\nI hit a homer, and I got jumped by The Simpsons\nNot to mention, Pharoahe Mon-Chi-Chi, eighty-nine percent\nof the time I'm sure of my rhyme like shake redemption\nThe remaining eleven percent come from seven percent\nGreat God Pharoahe of heaven ascent\nRacin a 5.0, in my 380i\nOn my way back from Florida on four-ninety-five\n\nWe just parlayin with the one one one\nCheck one, now add it up\nnow add the two *scratch* two two\nUhh, Monch, add it up\nTruly with the three three three three\nYo, add it up\nWe be the Awesome Two most definitely\n\n[Prince Poetry]\nNow just yesterday I couldn't took my last Five Heartbeats\nNow I feeling it's for spiritual reasons\nNo more sweet sixteens and dick teasing\nToo many Tech-9's behind trees and five-oh keeps a black brotha bleedin\nFillin em up like Unleaded Phillips 66\nOwin me more than 40 Acres and these Mule kicks\nGettin the 48 Hours, like Eddie Murphy\nToo dark to mix, now triple-six wanna hurt me\nStill reachin for more than, ten million sales\nIn Studio 54, Waiting to Exhale\nWhen in the world 12 disciples, in this life cycle\nthat's trifle, so my impact's a twenty gauge rifle\nFifty/fifty eight and thirteen inches of weapon\n7-1-8 to 2-1-3 on the 747\nThree strikes, two tokes, once again for the mass\nFurious like the Five with Grandmaster Flash\n\nYo, Funky Four +1, you know makes Five\nFantastic, romatic, got live\nFurious was cheeriest, the Treacherous Three\nWe be the Awesome Two most definitely","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Numbers\n  artist: Organized Konfusion\n  album: The Equinox\n  duration_ms: 253000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Uhh, turn it up\n  Hah, uhh, yo, check it\n  Now add it up\n  Uhh, add it up\n  Uhh...\n\n  [Prince Poetry]\n  Check it out, we're like\n  Three LP's precise from my Five Deadly Venoms\n  With international plugs like nine Organized emblems\n  Get it? Twenty Thousand Leagues, extra deep\n  Runnin with the number thirteen with my 40 Below's upon the feet\n  Now Adam 12 got me in this 20/20\n  so I'm double oh seven about my four one one\n  Seventy-four catch my eighty-three degrees of heat\n  We merkin four-twenty eat island three five N2Deep\n  Mack 10 under seat for carjacking Passenger 57's\n  A Product 19 who gets the dumpster behind 7 Eleven\n  4-1-0-8-0-9-1-5-9\n  Same 227 style with one nosy bitch in the blind\n  Hit, one-five-five for twenty sacks and better\n  Nothin but love for this nigga, Mr. 16th Letter\n  Mr. 16th Letter, Mr. 16th Letter...\n\n  [Pharoahe Monch]\n  Yo, nine times out of ten, a nigga won't shine\n  I drop dime on five niggaz who all had nines\n  on the corner of my block doin crime, now I'm\n  walkin around, with the fo'-pound, now lately\n  Lookin over my shoulder with a six hour three-eighty\n  Maybe the baby Tec woulda been nicer to bring along\n  Sing along with me if y'all know the song\n  Mines, gimme, not Vinnie but I'm Naughty\n  In forty projects drinkin 40's till I'm forty?\n  Truncatin drum loops with Pauly\n  On the SP-1200 and 1212 you feel it\n  Mission to create, matrimony and reveal it\n  It's love in the form of life, as you know it\n  You skatin with the eight and I'ma damn sure show it\n\n  Funky Four +1, you know makes Five\n  Fantastic, romatic, got live\n  Furious was cheeriest, the Treacherous Three\n  We be the Awesome Two most definitely\n  ... makes Five ... got live\n  ... Three, we be the Awesome Two\n\n  [Pharoahe Monch]\n  Now I can get Get, Smart smart\n  But I'm not not Eighty-Six in the mind, mind you\n  I got a girl named Ninety-Nine, and when I rhyme\n  she rhymes too, she likes to do the sixty-nine\n  and so I climb, up through, to the, top of the pile\n  But see I'm not standing on Gomer\n  I hit a homer, and I got jumped by The Simpsons\n  Not to mention, Pharoahe Mon-Chi-Chi, eighty-nine percent\n  of the time I'm sure of my rhyme like shake redemption\n  The remaining eleven percent come from seven percent\n  Great God Pharoahe of heaven ascent\n  Racin a 5.0, in my 380i\n  On my way back from Florida on four-ninety-five\n\n  We just parlayin with the one one one\n  Check one, now add it up\n  now add the two *scratch* two two\n  Uhh, Monch, add it up\n  Truly with the three three three three\n  Yo, add it up\n  We be the Awesome Two most definitely\n\n  [Prince Poetry]\n  Now just yesterday I couldn't took my last Five Heartbeats\n  Now I feeling it's for spiritual reasons\n  No more sweet sixteens and dick teasing\n  Too many Tech-9's behind trees and five-oh keeps a black brotha bleedin\n  Fillin em up like Unleaded Phillips 66\n  Owin me more than 40 Acres and these Mule kicks\n  Gettin the 48 Hours, like Eddie Murphy\n  Too dark to mix, now triple-six wanna hurt me\n  Still reachin for more than, ten million sales\n  In Studio 54, Waiting to Exhale\n  When in the world 12 disciples, in this life cycle\n  that's trifle, so my impact's a twenty gauge rifle\n  Fifty/fifty eight and thirteen inches of weapon\n  7-1-8 to 2-1-3 on the 747\n  Three strikes, two tokes, once again for the mass\n  Furious like the Five with Grandmaster Flash\n\n  Yo, Funky Four +1, you know makes Five\n  Fantastic, romatic, got live\n  Furious was cheeriest, the Treacherous Three\n  We be the Awesome Two most definitely\n"}]