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Reckapice? you be the daddy, God knows you're in there\n  Sincere's the queer cause the East is representing\n  Baby doll, Prince is my name, shit's real, so listen\n"},{"id":21080325,"name":"Stress (Large Pro Remix)","trackName":"Stress (Large Pro Remix)","artistName":"Organized Konfusion","albumName":"Stress: The Extinction Agenda (CD 1)","duration":180.8457139,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yo, it's the verbal assult weapon with words uncanny\nYou can fool me but I cannot f**k with Rudy Gulliani\nPress the panic button, shit it's the schizophranic, can it\nI can kill it from the West Coast to the Atlantic\nNowadays it seems it's hard to maintain\nCan't take the stress, yes God, I'm going insane\nIf you can fill my veins say \"Yes\"\nIf you can feel the pain say \"Stress\"\nPharoahe, I possess the skills to bring it to yor chest\nWith lyrics and manifestation for the entire nation\nWith his excellency Prince standing next to me\nAnd especially Extra P on the SP\n12 zero zero, I stand tall and be a hero\nIn times of stress, the Pharoahe won't fess\n\nCrush, kill, destroy, stress (Repeat 16x)\n\n(Large Professor)\nNow nothing ain't deeper than having to throw a nigga in the sleeper\nDon't stress, and take that shit from Large Profess\nCause I be on the train trying to maintain\nGetting lower than the whole while the record man gain\nAnd it make me want to sting somebody, with the shottie\nCause I can't relate to living less than great\nSo I while I make a fat beat to eat\nSome of my mans from John Ball high school are sleeping in the street\nThat stress shit is ill, if you let it, it will\nHaving your ass on the staircase smoking a scrill\nNever that for me, nigga my name's Extra P\nI can't afford to be stressed the f**k out in '93\nOr '94, cause everybody knows my solution\nto being stressed is looking at the front door\n\nCrush, kill, destroy, stress (Repeat 8x)\n\n(Prince Poetry)\nGod knows I can't take this stress\nWorking my fingers to the bone, my middle fingers for all you rap singers\nNot representing your hood\nI stroll through the projects giving niggas dap cause my respect's good\nVerbal assassinator, sharp with the tounge, I come\nOut of my pockets to fulfill a wish before another brother\nAnd another one, that you're looking for\nMr. Bigot, officer, I'm legit, now can you dig it?\nHey lady, I don't want your pocketbook, my black ass\nDon't like my ass black? 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Reckapice? you be the daddy, God knows you're in there\nSincere's the queer cause the East is representing\nBaby doll, Prince is my name, shit's real, so listen","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Stress (Large Pro Remix)\n  artist: Organized Konfusion\n  album: 'Stress: The Extinction Agenda (CD 1)'\n  duration_ms: 180846\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yo, it's the verbal assult weapon with words uncanny\n  You can fool me but I cannot f**k with Rudy Gulliani\n  Press the panic button, shit it's the schizophranic, can it\n  I can kill it from the West Coast to the Atlantic\n  Nowadays it seems it's hard to maintain\n  Can't take the stress, yes God, I'm going insane\n  If you can fill my veins say \"Yes\"\n  If you can feel the pain say \"Stress\"\n  Pharoahe, I possess the skills to bring it to yor chest\n  With lyrics and manifestation for the entire nation\n  With his excellency Prince standing next to me\n  And especially Extra P on the SP\n  12 zero zero, I stand tall and be a hero\n  In times of stress, the Pharoahe won't fess\n\n  Crush, kill, destroy, stress (Repeat 16x)\n\n  (Large Professor)\n  Now nothing ain't deeper than having to throw a nigga in the sleeper\n  Don't stress, and take that shit from Large Profess\n  Cause I be on the train trying to maintain\n  Getting lower than the whole while the record man gain\n  And it make me want to sting somebody, with the shottie\n  Cause I can't relate to living less than great\n  So I while I make a fat beat to eat\n  Some of my mans from John Ball high school are sleeping in the street\n  That stress shit is ill, if you let it, it will\n  Having your ass on the staircase smoking a scrill\n  Never that for me, nigga my name's Extra P\n  I can't afford to be stressed the f**k out in '93\n  Or '94, cause everybody knows my solution\n  to being stressed is looking at the front door\n\n  Crush, kill, destroy, stress (Repeat 8x)\n\n  (Prince Poetry)\n  God knows I can't take this stress\n  Working my fingers to the bone, my middle fingers for all you rap singers\n  Not representing your hood\n  I stroll through the projects giving niggas dap cause my respect's good\n  Verbal assassinator, sharp with the tounge, I come\n  Out of my pockets to fulfill a wish before another brother\n  And another one, that you're looking for\n  Mr. Bigot, officer, I'm legit, now can you dig it?\n  Hey lady, I don't want your pocketbook, my black ass\n  Don't like my ass black? I'd rather cross the street leaving a stupid look\n  On your grill, spark a phil, parlay? Hosey toe? in the spot, call up? Concay?\n  Extra Large Profess, give the rest of the old funk\n  So what I left the rhyme on the dresser\n  My man Dy-Lou, he's in this, rest in peace, you're in here? Reckapice? you be the daddy, God knows you're in there\n  Sincere's the queer cause the East is representing\n  Baby doll, Prince is my name, shit's real, so listen\n"}]