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Raekwon, Prodigy & Ghostface Killah)\n  artist: Pete Rock\n  album: Tha Game\n  duration_ms: 282000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [raekwon]\n  Wall to wall.. that's my word\n  I want approximately.. everything you got\n  The verdict.. that's right\n  Yo...\n  Call me the black champion guess down, wanna test now\n  So let's grab the mack and vest, bless him if he stressed out\n  Amazin glazin purple haze patients\n  Blazin asians in mercedes benz stations\n  Yo moving through the tavern, guns that burn, sons that learn\n  Stabbin an intern, corporate book of words\n  Iceatollah motorolas, gun reloaders, broads with rollers\n  When wet lense stolers, lex glowers who owe us\n  Call up comissionary gordon, son go warn the warden\n  That the lord is back, rollin with his sword again\n  Mix tape, masturbation mate rate plates ice traits\n  Guns wit bitches jumpin outta white cakes\n  It's on for real, indeed, lex leonardo\n  Shells that's hollow, six whipper through the 52 globe of horror\n  Carry the stainless steel armor\n  Nurture the church avenue drama, yo, african gold from ghana\n  Puffin these marijuanas make allah catch alzheimers\n  Feedin bread to birds yellin fuck old timers\n  Chorus: raekwon\n  It's called game, game get ya life kilt, game recognize\n  Write wills, game slight chills things stay the same\n  Game, subliminary mill's smash grills night chills\n  Regardless what pah things won't be the same\n  Game'll get ya life kilt game rcognize\n  Write wills, game slighht chills things stay the same\n  Game, subliminary mill's smash grills night chills\n  Mic skills baby pah won't be the same\n  Game\n  (check this out, one two, yeah yeah this is me p no doubt)\n  [prodigy]\n  Segregate those fake punks\n  Separate the bullshit from the authentic\n  Vintage rhyme division got the globe listening\n  My rap scroll belittled your goals and visions\n  Prohibition got my whole block pissin christians\n  One-fifty-one dunn'll have you off balance walkin\n  Don't let your e-motions get involved talkin\n  To the wrong culprit, the killer be the soft spoken\n  So what's ya intentions, you want to glow for the moment?\n  Throw on ya two pennys then you boltin\n  I rock for the few chosen, who got they third minds open\n  Write a page that'll engage war and encite fights\n  Be on the look for the bright lights and north winds\n  The trumpets be the mics ya size malevolent\n  You don't be long in my evesight, pee's a powerful soldier\n  Of the light and things won't be the same\n  The game's over\n  Chorus\n  [ghostface]\n  Mc ultra high-brolic bank roll alcahol vulture\n  Garlic balls dice the shield of ocre\n  Tally ho pitty-pat backgammon pro\n  Pink salmon five spring rolls know me, you love my intro\n  Half a face wig sewed together like manhattan chase\n  Lookin like statue of praise, check behind the drapes\n  Castor troy layin for travolta mic gun pump\n  Layin on the floor clark's bleedin watermelon chunks\n  Hold up... sprinkle the hash, tony chapstick\n  Snatch rza last piece of fish right off the glass dish\n  Butter roll beats bagel tracks wavey hair decks\n  Lay it down straw hat style, butterball crown\n  Time life investments, when broke I wrote the old testament\n  Crashed domes now perform excellence\n  Words with the president, brunch with yeltsin\n  Gorbachev under meth's nuts, he out in belgium\n  Six and a half monkeys, twelve nazis\n  Four disappear, three eight two one flash to thin air\n  God's replica no wheel drive motionless mind cresica\n  Tilt the hat like esther\n  Chorus\n  [pete rock]\n  Aiyyo, I rumble into action, son I'm right on target\n  Legendary status with the way the track started\n  It's on, at any second with the high stakes\n  Drama, the game's teeth sharp like pirahana\n  There's a million style biters who try to create\n  Make no mistake real niggaz challenge the fake\n  Most valuable sp-1200 gold medals\n  Rae progidy ghost rhyme professional\n  The original, pete rock is like soul on ice\n  Dynamite with the mic device\n  Now roll the dic, for the game of death\n  Snake eyes baby pah, the boy wonder's a threat\n"},{"id":6307102,"name":"Tha Game","trackName":"Tha Game","artistName":"Pete Rock","albumName":"Soul Survivor","duration":299.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Wall to wall. that's my word\nI want approximately. everything you got\nThe verdict. that's right\n\nYo...\nCall me the black champion Guess down, wanna test now\nSo let's grab the mack and vest, bless him if he stressed out\nAmazin glazin Purple Haze patients\nBlazin asians in Mercedes Benz stations\nYo moving through the tavern, guns that burn, sons that learn\nStabbin an intern, corporate book of words\nIceatollah Motorolas, gun reloaders, broads with rollers\nWhen wet lense stolers, Lex glowers who owe us\nCall up Comissionary Gordon, son go warn the Warden\nThat the lord is back, rollin with his sword again\nMix tape, masturbation mate rate plates ice traits\nGuns wit bitches jumpin outta white cakes\nIt's on for real, indeed, Lex Leonardo\nShells that's hollow, six whipper through the 52 globe of horror\nCarry the stainless steel armor\nNurture the church avenue drama, yo, African gold from Ghana\nPuffin these marijuanas make Allah catch Alzheimers\nFeedin bread to birds yellin fuck old timers\n\nRaekwon\n\nIt's called game, game get ya life kilt, game recognize\nWrite wills, game slight chills things stay the same\nGame, subliminary mill's smash grills night chills\nRegardless what Pah things won't be the same\nGame'll get ya life kilt game rcognize\nWrite wills, game slighht chills things stay the same\nGame, subliminary mill's smash grills night chills\nMic skills baby pah won't be the same\n\n(Check this out, one two, yeah yeah this is me P no doubt)\n\nSegregate those fake punks\nSeparate the bullshit from the authentic\nVintage rhyme division got the globe listening\nMy rap scroll belittled your goals and 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watermelon chunks\nHold up... sprinkle the hash, Tony Chapstick\nSnatch RZA last piece of fish right off the glass dish\nButter roll beats bagel tracks wavey hair decks\nLay it down straw hat style, Butterball crown\nTime life investments, when broke I wrote the old testament\nCrashed domes now perform excellence\nWords with the President, brunch with Yeltsin\nGorbachev under Meth's nuts, he out in Belgium\nSix and a half monkeys, twelve nazis\nFour disappear, three eight two one flash to thin air\nGod's replica no wheel drive motionless mind cresica\nTilt the hat like Esther\n\nAiyyo, I rumble into action, son I'm right on target\nLegendary status with the way the track started\nIt's on, at any second with the high stakes\nDrama, the game's teeth sharp like pirahana\nThere's a million style biters who try to create\nMake no mistake real niggaz challenge the fake\nMost valuable SP-1200 gold medals\nRae Progidy Ghost rhyme professional\nThe original, Pete Rock is like Soul on 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Troy layin for Travolta mic gun pump\n  Layin on the floor Clark's bleedin watermelon chunks\n  Hold up... sprinkle the hash, Tony Chapstick\n  Snatch RZA last piece of fish right off the glass dish\n  Butter roll beats bagel tracks wavey hair decks\n  Lay it down straw hat style, Butterball crown\n  Time life investments, when broke I wrote the old testament\n  Crashed domes now perform excellence\n  Words with the President, brunch with Yeltsin\n  Gorbachev under Meth's nuts, he out in Belgium\n  Six and a half monkeys, twelve nazis\n  Four disappear, three eight two one flash to thin air\n  God's replica no wheel drive motionless mind cresica\n  Tilt the hat like Esther\n\n  Aiyyo, I rumble into action, son I'm right on target\n  Legendary status with the way the track started\n  It's on, at any second with the high stakes\n  Drama, the game's teeth sharp like pirahana\n  There's a million style biters who try to create\n  Make no mistake real niggaz challenge the fake\n  Most 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Gordon, son go warn the Warden\nThat the lord is back, rollin with his sword again\nMix tape, masturbation mate rate plates ice traits\nGuns wit bitches jumpin outta white cakes\nIt's on for real, indeed, Lex Leonardo\nShells that's hollow, six whipper through the 52 globe of horror\nCarry the stainless steel armor\nNurture the church avenue drama, yo, African gold from Ghana\nPuffin these marijuanas make Allah catch Alzheimers\nFeedin bread to birds yellin fuck old timers\n\nRaekwon\n\nIt's called game, game get ya life kilt, game recognize\nWrite wills, game slight chills things stay the same\nGame, subliminary mill's smash grills night chills\nRegardless what Pah things won't be the same\nGame'll get ya life kilt game rcognize\nWrite wills, game slighht chills things stay the same\nGame, subliminary mill's smash grills night chills\nMic skills baby pah won't be the same\n\n(Check this out, one two, yeah yeah this is me P no doubt)\n\nSegregate those fake punks\nSeparate the bullshit 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check behind the drapes\nCastor Troy layin for Travolta mic gun pump\nLayin on the floor Clark's bleedin watermelon chunks\nHold up... sprinkle the hash, Tony Chapstick\nSnatch RZA last piece of fish right off the glass dish\nButter roll beats bagel tracks wavey hair decks\nLay it down straw hat style, Butterball crown\nTime life investments, when broke I wrote the old testament\nCrashed domes now perform excellence\nWords with the President, brunch with Yeltsin\nGorbachev under Meth's nuts, he out in Belgium\nSix and a half monkeys, twelve nazis\nFour disappear, three eight two one flash to thin air\nGod's replica no wheel drive motionless mind cresica\nTilt the hat like Esther\n\nAiyyo, I rumble into action, son I'm right on target\nLegendary status with the way the track started\nIt's on, at any second with the high stakes\nDrama, the game's teeth sharp like pirahana\nThere's a million style biters who try to create\nMake no mistake real niggaz challenge the fake\nMost valuable 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Comissionary Gordon, son go warn the Warden\n  That the lord is back, rollin with his sword again\n  Mix tape, masturbation mate rate plates ice traits\n  Guns wit bitches jumpin outta white cakes\n  It's on for real, indeed, Lex Leonardo\n  Shells that's hollow, six whipper through the 52 globe of horror\n  Carry the stainless steel armor\n  Nurture the church avenue drama, yo, African gold from Ghana\n  Puffin these marijuanas make Allah catch Alzheimers\n  Feedin bread to birds yellin fuck old timers\n\n  Raekwon\n\n  It's called game, game get ya life kilt, game recognize\n  Write wills, game slight chills things stay the same\n  Game, subliminary mill's smash grills night chills\n  Regardless what Pah things won't be the same\n  Game'll get ya life kilt game rcognize\n  Write wills, game slighht chills things stay the same\n  Game, subliminary mill's smash grills night chills\n  Mic skills baby pah won't be the same\n\n  (Check this out, one two, yeah yeah this is me P no doubt)\n\n  Segregate those fake punks\n  Separate the bullshit from the authentic\n  Vintage rhyme division got the globe listening\n  My rap scroll belittled your goals and visions\n  Prohibition got my whole block pissin Christians\n  One-fifty-one Dunn'll have you off balance walkin\n  Don't let your e-motions get involved talkin\n  To the wrong culprit, the killer be the soft spoken\n  So what's ya intentions, you want to glow for the moment?\n  Throw on ya two pennys then you boltin\n  I rock for the few chosen, who got they third minds open\n  Write a page that'll engage war and encite fights\n  Be on the look for the bright lights and North Winds\n  The trumpets be the mics ya size malevolent\n  You don't be long in my evesight, Pee's a powerful soldier\n  Of the light and things won't be the same\n  The game's over\n\n  MC Ultra high-brolic bank roll alcahol vulture\n  Garlic balls dice the shield of ocre\n  Tally ho pitty-pat backgammon pro\n  Pink salmon five spring rolls 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stressed out\n  Amazin glazin Purple Haze patients\n  Blazin asians in Mercedes Benz stations\n  Yo moving through the tavern, guns that burn, sons that learn\n  Stabbin an intern, corporate book of words\n  Iceatollah Motorolas, gun reloaders, broads with rollers\n  When wet lense stolers, Lex glowers who owe us\n  Call up Comissionary Gordon, son go warn the Warden\n  That the lord is back, rollin with his sword again\n  Mix tape, masturbation mate rate plates ice traits\n  Guns wit bitches jumpin outta white cakes\n  It's on for real, indeed, Lex Leonardo\n  Shells that's hollow, six whipper through the 52 globe of horror\n  Carry the stainless steel armor\n  Nurture the church avenue drama, yo, African gold from Ghana\n  Puffin these marijuanas make Allah catch Alzheimers\n  Feedin bread to birds yellin fuck old timers\n\n  Raekwon\n\n  It's called game, game get ya life kilt, game recognize\n  Write wills, game slight chills things stay the same\n  Game, subliminary mill's smash grills night chills\n  Regardless what Pah things won't be the same\n  Game'll get ya life kilt game rcognize\n  Write wills, game slighht chills things stay the same\n  Game, subliminary mill's smash grills night chills\n  Mic skills baby pah won't be the same\n\n  (Check this out, one two, yeah yeah this is me P no doubt)\n\n  Segregate those fake punks\n  Separate the bullshit from the authentic\n  Vintage rhyme division got the globe listening\n  My rap scroll belittled your goals and visions\n  Prohibition got my whole block pissin Christians\n  One-fifty-one Dunn'll have you off balance walkin\n  Don't let your e-motions get involved talkin\n  To the wrong culprit, the killer be the soft spoken\n  So what's ya intentions, you want to glow for the moment?\n  Throw on ya two pennys then you boltin\n  I rock for the few chosen, who got they third minds open\n  Write a page that'll engage war and encite fights\n  Be on the look for the bright lights and North Winds\n  The trumpets be 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that's right\n\nYo...\nCall me the black champion Guess down, wanna test now\nSo let's grab the mack and vest, bless him if he stressed out\nAmazin glazin Purple Haze patients\nBlazin asians in Mercedes Benz stations\nYo moving through the tavern, guns that burn, sons that learn\nStabbin an intern, corporate book of words\nIceatollah Motorolas, gun reloaders, broads with rollers\nWhen wet lense stolers, Lex glowers who owe us\nCall up Comissionary Gordon, son go warn the Warden\nthat the lord is back, rollin with his sword again\nMix tape, masturbation mate rate plates ice traits\nGuns wit bitches jumpin outta white cakes\nIt's on for real, indeed, Lex Leonardo\nShells that's hollow, six whipper through the 52 globe of horror\nCarry the stainless steel armor\nNurture the church avenue drama, yo, African gold from Ghana\nPuffin these marijuanas make Allah catch Alzheimers\nFeedin bread to birds yellin fuck old timers\n\nRaekwon\n\nIt's called game, game get ya life kilt, game 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game get ya life kilt, game recognize\n  Write wills, game slight chills things stay the same\n  Game, subliminary mill's smash grills night chills\n  Regardless what Pah things won't be the same\n  Game'll get ya life kilt game rcognize\n  Write wills, game slighht chills things stay the same\n  Game, subliminary mill's smash grills night chills\n  Mic skills baby pah won't be the same\n\n  (check this out, one two, yeah yeah this is me P no doubt)\n\n  Segregate those fake punks\n  Separate the bullshit from the authentic\n  Vintage rhyme division got the globe listening\n  My rap scroll belittled your goals and visions\n  Prohibition got my whole block pissin Christians\n  One-fifty-one Dunn'll have you off balance walkin\n  Don't let your e-motions get involved talkin\n  to the wrong culprit, the killer be the soft spoken\n  So what's ya intentions, you want to glow for the moment?\n  Throw on ya two pennys then you boltin\n  I rock for the few chosen, who got they third minds open\n  Write a page that'll engage war and encite fights\n  Be on the look for the bright lights and North Winds\n  The trumpets be the mics ya size malevolent\n  You don't be long in my evesight, Pee's a powerful soldier\n  of the light and things won't be the same\n  The game's over\n\n  MC Ultra high-brolic bank roll alcahol vulture\n  Garlic balls dice the shield of ocre\n  Tally ho pitty-pat backgammon pro\n  Pink salmon five spring rolls know me, you love my\n  Half a face wig sewed together like Manhattan Chase\n  Lookin like statue of praise, check behind the drapes\n  Castor Troy layin for Travolta mic gun pump\n  Layin on the floor Clark's bleedin watermelon chunks\n  Hold up... sprinkle the hash, Tony Chapstick\n  Snatch RZA last piece of fish right off the glass dish\n  Butter roll beats bagel tracks wavey hair decks\n  Lay it down straw hat style, Butterball crown\n  Time life investments, when broke I wrote the old testament\n  Crashed domes now perform excellence\n  Words with the President, brunch with Yeltsin\n  Gorbachev under Meth's nuts, he out in Belgium\n  Six and a half monkeys, twelve nazis\n  Four disappear, three eight two one flash to thin air\n  God's replica no wheel drive motionless mind cresica\n  Tilt the hat like Esther\n\n  Aiyyo, I rumble into action, son I'm right on target\n  Legendary status with the way the track started\n  It's on, at any second with the high stakes\n  Drama, the game's teeth sharp like pirahana\n  There's a million style biters who try to create\n  Make no mistake real niggaz challenge the fake\n  Most valuable SP-1200 gold medals\n  Rae Progidy Ghost rhyme professional\n  The original, Pete Rock is like Soul on Ice\n  Dynamite with the mic device\n  Now roll the dic, for the game of death\n  Snake eyes baby pah, the Boy Wonder's a threat\n"},{"id":23816503,"name":"Tha Game (feat. 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Raekwon, Prodigy & Ghostface Killah)\n  artist: Pete Rock\n  album: Soul Survivor\n  duration_ms: 299000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [raekwon]\n  Wall to wall.. that's my word\n  I want approximately.. everything you got\n  The verdict.. that's right\n  Yo...\n  Call me the black champion guess down, wanna test now\n  So let's grab the mack and vest, bless him if he stressed out\n  Amazin glazin purple haze patients\n  Blazin asians in mercedes benz stations\n  Yo moving through the tavern, guns that burn, sons that learn\n  Stabbin an intern, corporate book of words\n  Iceatollah motorolas, gun reloaders, broads with rollers\n  When wet lense stolers, lex glowers who owe us\n  Call up comissionary gordon, son go warn the warden\n  That the lord is back, rollin with his sword again\n  Mix tape, masturbation mate rate plates ice traits\n  Guns wit bitches jumpin outta white cakes\n  It's on for real, indeed, lex leonardo\n  Shells that's hollow, six whipper through the 52 globe of horror\n  Carry the stainless steel armor\n  Nurture the church avenue drama, yo, african gold from ghana\n  Puffin these marijuanas make allah catch alzheimers\n  Feedin bread to birds yellin fuck old timers\n  Chorus: raekwon\n  It's called game, game get ya life kilt, game recognize\n  Write wills, game slight chills things stay the same\n  Game, subliminary mill's smash grills night chills\n  Regardless what pah things won't be the same\n  Game'll get ya life kilt game rcognize\n  Write wills, game slighht chills things stay the same\n  Game, subliminary mill's smash grills night chills\n  Mic skills baby pah won't be the same\n  Game\n  (check this out, one two, yeah yeah this is me p no doubt)\n  [prodigy]\n  Segregate those fake punks\n  Separate the bullshit from the authentic\n  Vintage rhyme division got the globe listening\n  My rap scroll belittled your goals and visions\n  Prohibition got my whole block pissin christians\n  One-fifty-one dunn'll have you off balance walkin\n  Don't let your e-motions get involved talkin\n  To the wrong culprit, the killer be the soft spoken\n  So what's ya intentions, you want to glow for the moment?\n  Throw on ya two pennys then you boltin\n  I rock for the few chosen, who got they third minds open\n  Write a page that'll engage war and encite fights\n  Be on the look for the bright lights and north winds\n  The trumpets be the mics ya size malevolent\n  You don't be long in my evesight, pee's a powerful soldier\n  Of the light and things won't be the same\n  The game's over\n  Chorus\n  [ghostface]\n  Mc ultra high-brolic bank roll alcahol vulture\n  Garlic balls dice the shield of ocre\n  Tally ho pitty-pat backgammon pro\n  Pink salmon five spring rolls know me, you love my intro\n  Half a face wig sewed together like manhattan chase\n  Lookin like statue of praise, check behind the drapes\n  Castor troy layin for travolta mic gun pump\n  Layin on the floor clark's bleedin watermelon chunks\n  Hold up... sprinkle the hash, tony chapstick\n  Snatch rza last piece of fish right off the glass dish\n  Butter roll beats bagel tracks wavey hair decks\n  Lay it down straw hat style, butterball crown\n  Time life investments, when broke I wrote the old testament\n  Crashed domes now perform excellence\n  Words with the president, brunch with yeltsin\n  Gorbachev under meth's nuts, he out in belgium\n  Six and a half monkeys, twelve nazis\n  Four disappear, three eight two one flash to thin air\n  God's replica no wheel drive motionless mind cresica\n  Tilt the hat like esther\n  Chorus\n  [pete rock]\n  Aiyyo, I rumble into action, son I'm right on target\n  Legendary status with the way the track started\n  It's on, at any second with the high stakes\n  Drama, the game's teeth sharp like pirahana\n  There's a million style biters who try to create\n  Make no mistake real niggaz challenge the fake\n  Most valuable sp-1200 gold medals\n  Rae progidy ghost rhyme professional\n  The original, pete rock is like soul on ice\n  Dynamite with the mic device\n  Now roll the dic, for the game of death\n  Snake eyes baby pah, the boy wonder's a threat\n"}]