[{"id":33717007,"name":"Tru Master","trackName":"Tru Master","artistName":"Pete Rock","albumName":"Tru Master","duration":231.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"\"Ladies and gentlemen\" - Sample from KRS-One - \"The Beatniks\"\n\"I like to know\"\n\"Are you ready for star time?\" - Sample from KRS-One - \"The Beatniks\"\n\"Yeah\"\n\"Okay, well, let me kinda move these things around here, you know\"\n\n\"Ladies and gentlemen, I don't know what\nThis is, comin' down through the audience\"\n\"But look like it just came out of the basement\"\n\"Y'know what I'm sayin'?\" - Sample from KRS-One - \"The Beatniks\"\n\"Thank you, because now\"\n\"Alright, let's bring to the stage\"\n\nYo, your Highness, live from the bricks, one-six\nPete Rock bang your head, break the drumsticks\nVerbal assault, rhymes rip through the mix\nSpecialist with the smash hits, catchin' flicks\n\nSavagely attack this, blast with\nAccurate aim, spark the flame, burn this, hip-hop remain\n\nRide tracks like the Soul Train, hold your brain\nIn a state of shock, make 'em drop, it's a cold game\nI bang with the big boys, those who hold names\nAmateurs get hung with they own gold chains\nI swing blades, best bring grenades against\nA true master, way beyond your freshman attempts\nSpent rounds on the floor, evidence of the war\nIt's on 'til the death, 'til we settle the score\n\nYou can never measure to the standard\nOf the most popular, demanded, rap classic\nPop corks while the sound knock your socks off\n\nGhetto summer jam got the street blocked off\nPlots to knock me off were stopped short\nArmed with my thoughts, move the world with an unknown force\n\nAyo, we had the bass pound speakers, shell-toe Adidas (Right)\nOriginal rap with new school leaders (True)\nGraffiti art names with fat gold chains\nShock the world, cousin (What?), 'cause hip-hop remains\n(\"I'm a true master, you can check my credentials\")\n(\"Master in the MC field\")\n(\"Master, the preacher, poet, a teacher\")\n(\"From the master, from the master\")\n\nYo, I drop Fools like hell, rap rides the third rail\nTransmit def styles with sign language and Braille\n\nIn hot pursuit of Donald Trump rap loot\nProduce what you feel with Navy Seal mic troops\nSergeant S.P., slaughter Pete Rock of Gibraltar\nMiraculous lyrics that tread water\nA rap nigga, show respect, write rhymes that connect\nCollaborate, break bread with Kurupt and Deck\nKeep my feet blessed, fresh with the Scottie Pippen\nIn the game of life, I play all positions\nStop, look and listen, the total package\nYes, a true master, produce rhymes, sing and hit faster\n\nThe master of the game, solo artist by name\nPaint the masterpiece that lies inside the frame\nPass with flying colors, the number one soul brother\nAll eyes on us, guard your grill and take cover\n\nAyo, we had the bass pound speakers, shell-toe Adidas (Uh-huh)\nOriginal rap with new school leaders (True)\nGraffiti art names with fat gold chains\nShock the world, cousin (What?), 'cause hip-hop remains\n(\"I'm a true master, you can check my credentials\")\n(\"Master in the MC field\")\n(\"Master, the preacher, poet, a teacher\")\n(\"From the master, from the master\")\n\nI'm the epicenter of this natural disaster\nI'm disastrous, my stash is cold and hot flashes\nMasters of self, a whole carload of explosives\nLike Czar with holsters, Deck with the intellect\nOf wizards and warlocks, for sure, Akh\nI'm raw, Akh, with four Glocks, more pop\nMore ways to get paid, more ways to display\n\nMore rhymes to say, more AKs to spray\n\nGod is good, growin' up in the hood\n\nDone some things bad, done some things good\n\nMe and Pete's like bombs and chemicals\n\nGlass, atom bombs and mustard gas\nWe at the scene, I quake ya\nTake ya to a whole different scene, AR-15s and beams\nGot 'em jumpin' like they swallowed a gang of jumpin' beans\n\nExplode and reload and dump machines\nRadical and raw, Kurupt smash all\nI'm a hog dog, raw dog, hog with the gold paw\nDogg Pound Gangsta (DPG)\nI'm a Dogg Pound Gangsta (DPG)\nI'm a Dogg Pound Gangsta (DPG)\nRespect the Deck and Kurupt and Pete Rock to drop the beat\n\n\"Master of the art\"\n\"We the sharpest motherfucker\"\n\"With the beats, with the rhymes\"\n\"Check this out\"","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.65] \"Ladies and gentlemen\" - Sample from KRS-One - \"The Beatniks\"\n[00:04.84] \"I like to know\"\n[00:06.35] \"Are you ready for star time?\" - Sample from KRS-One - \"The Beatniks\"\n[00:07.84] \"Yeah\"\n[00:08.50] \"Okay, well, let me kinda move these things around here, you know\"\n[00:12.26] \"Ladies and gentlemen, I don't know what\n[00:13.27] This is, comin' down through the audience\"\n[00:15.21] \"But look like it just came out of the basement\"\n[00:17.68] \"Y'know what I'm sayin'?\" - Sample from KRS-One - \"The Beatniks\"\n[00:19.46] \"Thank you, because now\"\n[00:22.01] \"Alright, let's bring to the stage\"\n[00:24.53] Yo, your Highness, live from the bricks, one-six\n[00:27.41] Pete Rock bang your head, break the drumsticks\n[00:30.07] Verbal assault, rhymes rip through the mix\n[00:32.69] Specialist with the smash hits, catchin' flicks\n[00:35.39] Savagely attack this, blast with\n[00:37.49] Accurate aim, spark the flame, burn this, hip-hop remain\n[00:40.62] Ride tracks like the Soul Train, hold your brain\n[00:42.93] In a state of shock, make 'em drop, it's a cold game\n[00:45.78] I bang with the big boys, those who hold names\n[00:48.45] Amateurs get hung with they own gold chains\n[00:50.94] I swing blades, best bring grenades against\n[00:53.30] A true master, way beyond your freshman attempts\n[00:56.19] Spent rounds on the floor, evidence of the war\n[00:58.92] It's on 'til the death, 'til we settle the score\n[01:01.48] You can never measure to the standard\n[01:03.75] Of the most popular, demanded, rap classic\n[01:06.92] Pop corks while the sound knock your socks off\n[01:09.52] Ghetto summer jam got the street blocked off\n[01:12.22] Plots to knock me off were stopped short\n[01:14.29] Armed with my thoughts, move the world with an unknown force\n[01:17.08] Ayo, we had the bass pound speakers, shell-toe Adidas (Right)\n[01:20.15] Original rap with new school leaders (True)\n[01:22.64] Graffiti art names with fat gold chains\n[01:25.01] Shock the world, cousin (What?), 'cause hip-hop remains\n[01:27.65] (\"I'm a true master, you can check my credentials\")\n[01:31.10] (\"Master in the MC field\")\n[01:32.98] (\"Master, the preacher, poet, a teacher\")\n[01:35.96] (\"From the master, from the master\")\n[01:37.98] Yo, I drop Fools like hell, rap rides the third rail\n[01:41.24] Transmit def styles with sign language and Braille\n[01:44.08] In hot pursuit of Donald Trump rap loot\n[01:46.22] Produce what you feel with Navy Seal mic troops\n[01:48.85] Sergeant S.P., slaughter Pete Rock of Gibraltar\n[01:51.76] Miraculous lyrics that tread water\n[01:54.01] A rap nigga, show respect, write rhymes that connect\n[01:56.65] Collaborate, break bread with Kurupt and Deck\n[01:59.45] Keep my feet blessed, fresh with the Scottie Pippen\n[02:02.13] In the game of life, I play all positions\n[02:04.48] Stop, look and listen, the total package\n[02:06.64] Yes, a true master, produce rhymes, sing and hit faster\n[02:10.20] The master of the game, solo artist by name\n[02:12.63] Paint the masterpiece that lies inside the frame\n[02:15.24] Pass with flying colors, the number one soul brother\n[02:17.98] All eyes on us, guard your grill and take cover\n[02:20.35] Ayo, we had the bass pound speakers, shell-toe Adidas (Uh-huh)\n[02:23.33] Original rap with new school leaders (True)\n[02:25.94] Graffiti art names with fat gold chains\n[02:28.38] Shock the world, cousin (What?), 'cause hip-hop remains\n[02:30.96] (\"I'm a true master, you can check my credentials\")\n[02:34.45] (\"Master in the MC field\")\n[02:36.28] (\"Master, the preacher, poet, a teacher\")\n[02:39.13] (\"From the master, from the master\")\n[02:41.61] I'm the epicenter of this natural disaster\n[02:44.21] I'm disastrous, my stash is cold and hot flashes\n[02:47.24] Masters of self, a whole carload of explosives\n[02:50.46] Like Czar with holsters, Deck with the intellect\n[02:53.02] Of wizards and warlocks, for sure, Akh\n[02:55.32] I'm raw, Akh, with four Glocks, more pop\n[02:57.43] More ways to get paid, more ways to display\n[03:00.31] More rhymes to say, more AKs to spray\n[03:03.37] God is good, growin' up in the hood\n[03:05.42] Done some things bad, done some things good\n[03:08.03] Me and Pete's like bombs and chemicals\n[03:10.33] Glass, atom bombs and mustard gas\n[03:13.48] We at the scene, I quake ya\n[03:15.35] Take ya to a whole different scene, AR-15s and beams\n[03:18.59] Got 'em jumpin' like they swallowed a gang of jumpin' beans\n[03:21.54] Explode and reload and dump machines\n[03:24.49] Radical and raw, Kurupt smash all\n[03:26.57] I'm a hog dog, raw dog, hog with the gold paw\n[03:29.48] Dogg Pound Gangsta (DPG)\n[03:31.78] I'm a Dogg Pound Gangsta (DPG)\n[03:34.30] I'm a Dogg Pound Gangsta (DPG)\n[03:36.43] Respect the Deck and Kurupt and Pete Rock to drop the beat\n[03:40.67] \"Master of the art\"\n[03:42.06] \"We the sharpest motherfucker\"\n[03:43.46] \"With the beats, with the rhymes\"\n[03:44.71] \"Check this out\"\n[03:50.74] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Tru Master\n  artist: Pete Rock\n  album: Tru Master\n  duration_ms: 231000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: '\"Ladies and gentlemen\" - Sample from KRS-One - \"The Beatniks\"'\n  start_ms: 3650\n  end_ms: 4840\n- text: '\"I like to know\"'\n  start_ms: 4840\n  end_ms: 6350\n- text: '\"Are you ready for star time?\" - Sample from KRS-One - \"The Beatniks\"'\n  start_ms: 6350\n  end_ms: 7840\n- text: '\"Yeah\"'\n  start_ms: 7840\n  end_ms: 8500\n- text: '\"Okay, well, let me kinda move these things around here, you know\"'\n  start_ms: 8500\n  end_ms: 12260\n- text: 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audience\"\n  \"But look like it just came out of the basement\"\n  \"Y'know what I'm sayin'?\" - Sample from KRS-One - \"The Beatniks\"\n  \"Thank you, because now\"\n  \"Alright, let's bring to the stage\"\n\n  Yo, your Highness, live from the bricks, one-six\n  Pete Rock bang your head, break the drumsticks\n  Verbal assault, rhymes rip through the mix\n  Specialist with the smash hits, catchin' flicks\n\n  Savagely attack this, blast with\n  Accurate aim, spark the flame, burn this, hip-hop remain\n\n  Ride tracks like the Soul Train, hold your brain\n  In a state of shock, make 'em drop, it's a cold game\n  I bang with the big boys, those who hold names\n  Amateurs get hung with they own gold chains\n  I swing blades, best bring grenades against\n  A true master, way beyond your freshman attempts\n  Spent rounds on the floor, evidence of the war\n  It's on 'til the death, 'til we settle the score\n\n  You can never measure to the standard\n  Of the most popular, demanded, rap 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 Plots to knock me off were stopped short\n  Armed with my thoughts, move the world with an unknown force\n\n  Ayo, we had the bass pound speakers, shell-toe Adidas (Right)\n  Original rap with new school leaders (True)\n  Graffiti art names with fat gold chains\n  Shock the world, cousin (What?), 'cause hip-hop remains\n  (\"I'm a true master, you can check my credentials\")\n  (\"Master in the MC field\")\n  (\"Master, the preacher, poet, a teacher\")\n  (\"From the master, from the master\")\n\n  Yo, I drop Fools like hell, rap rides the third rail\n  Transmit def styles with sign language and Braille\n\n  In hot pursuit of Donald Trump rap loot\n  Produce what you feel with Navy Seal mic troops\n  Sergeant S.P., slaughter Pete Rock of Gibraltar\n  Miraculous lyrics that tread water\n  A rap nigga, show respect, write rhymes that connect\n  Collaborate, break bread with Kurupt and Deck\n  Keep my feet blessed, fresh with the Scottie Pippen\n  In the game of life, I play all 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Gangsta (DPG)\nRespect the Deck and Kurupt and Pete Rock to drop the beat\n\n\"Master of the art\"\n\"We the sharpest motherfucker\"\n\"With the beats, with the rhymes\"\n\"Check this out\"","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Tru Master\n  artist: Inspectah Deck; Kurupt; Pete Rock\n  album: Soul Survivor\n  duration_ms: 239000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  \"Ladies and gentlemen\" - Sample from KRS-One - \"The Beatniks\"\n  \"I like to know\"\n  \"Are you ready for star time?\" - Sample from KRS-One - \"The Beatniks\"\n  \"Yeah\"\n  \"Okay, well, let me kinda move these things around here, you know\"\n\n  \"Ladies and gentlemen, I don't know what\n  This is, comin' down through the audience\"\n  \"But look like it just came out of the basement\"\n  \"Y'know what I'm sayin'?\" - Sample from KRS-One - \"The Beatniks\"\n  \"Thank you, because now\"\n  \"Alright, let's bring to the stage\"\n\n  Yo, your Highness, live from the bricks, 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(\"I'm a true master, you can check my credentials\")\n  (\"Master in the MC field\")\n  (\"Master, the preacher, poet, a teacher\")\n  (\"From the master, from the master\")\n\n  Yo, I drop Fools like hell, rap rides the third rail\n  Transmit def styles with sign language and Braille\n\n  In hot pursuit of Donald Trump rap loot\n  Produce what you feel with Navy Seal mic troops\n  Sergeant S.P., slaughter Pete Rock of Gibraltar\n  Miraculous lyrics that tread water\n  A rap nigga, show respect, write rhymes that connect\n  Collaborate, break bread with Kurupt and Deck\n  Keep my feet blessed, fresh with the Scottie Pippen\n  In the game of life, I play all positions\n  Stop, look and listen, the total package\n  Yes, a true master, produce rhymes, sing and hit faster\n\n  The master of the game, solo artist by name\n  Paint the masterpiece that lies inside the frame\n  Pass with flying colors, the number one soul brother\n  All eyes on us, guard your grill and take cover\n\n  Ayo, we had the bass pound speakers, shell-toe Adidas (Uh-huh)\n  Original rap with new school leaders (True)\n  Graffiti art names with fat gold chains\n  Shock the world, cousin (What?), 'cause hip-hop remains\n  (\"I'm a true master, you can check my credentials\")\n  (\"Master in the MC field\")\n  (\"Master, the preacher, poet, a teacher\")\n  (\"From the master, from the master\")\n\n  I'm the epicenter of this natural disaster\n  I'm disastrous, my stash is cold and hot flashes\n  Masters of self, a whole carload of explosives\n  Like Czar with holsters, Deck with the intellect\n  Of wizards and warlocks, for sure, Akh\n  I'm raw, Akh, with four Glocks, more pop\n  More ways to get paid, more ways to display\n\n  More rhymes to say, more AKs to spray\n\n  God is good, growin' up in the hood\n\n  Done some things bad, done some things good\n\n  Me and Pete's like bombs and chemicals\n\n  Glass, atom bombs and mustard gas\n  We at the scene, I quake ya\n  Take ya to a whole different scene, AR-15s and beams\n  Got 'em jumpin' like they swallowed a gang of jumpin' beans\n\n  Explode and reload and dump machines\n  Radical and raw, Kurupt smash all\n  I'm a hog dog, raw dog, hog with the gold paw\n  Dogg Pound Gangsta (DPG)\n  I'm a Dogg Pound Gangsta (DPG)\n  I'm a Dogg Pound Gangsta (DPG)\n  Respect the Deck and Kurupt and Pete Rock to drop the beat\n\n  \"Master of the art\"\n  \"We the sharpest motherfucker\"\n  \"With the beats, with the rhymes\"\n  \"Check this out\"\n"},{"id":37540657,"name":"Tru Master","trackName":"Tru Master","artistName":"Pete Rock (feat. ID & Kurupt)","albumName":"Soul Survivor","duration":239.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"\"Ladies and gentlemen\" - Sample from KRS-One - \"The Beatniks\"\n\"I like to know\"\n\"Are you ready for star time?\" - Sample from KRS-One - \"The Beatniks\"\n\"Yeah\"\n\"Okay, well, let me kinda move these things around here, you know\"\n\n\"Ladies and gentlemen, I don't know what\nThis is, comin' down through the audience\"\n\"But look like it just came out of the basement\"\n\"Y'know what I'm sayin'?\" - Sample from KRS-One - \"The Beatniks\"\n\"Thank you, because now\"\n\"Alright, let's bring to the stage\"\n\nYo, your Highness, live from the bricks, one-six\nPete Rock bang your head, break the drumsticks\nVerbal assault, rhymes rip through the mix\nSpecialist with the smash hits, catchin' flicks\n\nSavagely attack this, blast with\nAccurate aim, spark the flame, burn this, hip-hop remain\n\nRide tracks like the Soul Train, hold your brain\nIn a state of shock, make 'em drop, it's a cold game\nI bang with the big boys, those who hold names\nAmateurs get hung with they own gold chains\nI swing blades, best bring grenades against\nA true master, way beyond your freshman attempts\nSpent rounds on the floor, evidence of the war\nIt's on 'til the death, 'til we settle the score\n\nYou can never measure to the standard\nOf the most popular, demanded, rap classic\nPop corks while the sound knock your socks off\n\nGhetto summer jam got the street blocked off\nPlots to knock me off were stopped short\nArmed with my thoughts, move the world with an unknown force\n\nAyo, we had the bass pound speakers, shell-toe Adidas (Right)\nOriginal rap with new school leaders (True)\nGraffiti art names with fat gold chains\nShock the world, cousin (What?), 'cause hip-hop remains\n(\"I'm a true master, you can check my credentials\")\n(\"Master in the MC field\")\n(\"Master, the preacher, poet, a teacher\")\n(\"From the master, from the master\")\n\nYo, I drop Fools like hell, rap rides the third rail\nTransmit def styles with sign language and Braille\n\nIn hot pursuit of Donald Trump rap loot\nProduce what you feel with Navy Seal mic troops\nSergeant S.P., slaughter Pete Rock of Gibraltar\nMiraculous lyrics that tread water\nA rap nigga, show respect, write rhymes that connect\nCollaborate, break bread with Kurupt and Deck\nKeep my feet blessed, fresh with the Scottie Pippen\nIn the game of life, I play all positions\nStop, look and listen, the total package\nYes, a true master, produce rhymes, sing and hit faster\n\nThe master of the game, solo artist by name\nPaint the masterpiece that lies inside the frame\nPass with flying colors, the number one soul brother\nAll eyes on us, guard your grill and take cover\n\nAyo, we had the bass pound speakers, shell-toe Adidas (Uh-huh)\nOriginal rap with new school leaders (True)\nGraffiti art names with fat gold chains\nShock the world, cousin (What?), 'cause hip-hop remains\n(\"I'm a true master, you can check my credentials\")\n(\"Master in the MC field\")\n(\"Master, the preacher, poet, a teacher\")\n(\"From the master, from the master\")\n\nI'm the epicenter of this natural disaster\nI'm disastrous, my stash is cold and hot flashes\nMasters of self, a whole carload of explosives\nLike Czar with holsters, Deck with the intellect\nOf wizards and warlocks, for sure, Akh\nI'm raw, Akh, with four Glocks, more pop\nMore ways to get paid, more ways to display\n\nMore rhymes to say, more AKs to spray\n\nGod is good, growin' up in the hood\n\nDone some things bad, done some things good\n\nMe and Pete's like bombs and chemicals\n\nGlass, atom bombs and mustard gas\nWe at the scene, I quake ya\nTake ya to a whole different scene, AR-15s and beams\nGot 'em jumpin' like they swallowed a gang of jumpin' beans\n\nExplode and reload and dump machines\nRadical and raw, Kurupt smash all\nI'm a hog dog, raw dog, hog with the gold paw\nDogg Pound Gangsta (DPG)\nI'm a Dogg Pound Gangsta (DPG)\nI'm a Dogg Pound Gangsta (DPG)\nRespect the Deck and Kurupt and Pete Rock to drop the beat\n\n\"Master of the art\"\n\"We the sharpest motherfucker\"\n\"With the beats, with the rhymes\"\n\"Check this out\"","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Tru Master\n  artist: Pete Rock (feat. ID & Kurupt)\n  album: Soul Survivor\n  duration_ms: 238959\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  \"Ladies and gentlemen\" - Sample from KRS-One - \"The Beatniks\"\n  \"I like to know\"\n  \"Are you ready for star time?\" - Sample from KRS-One - \"The Beatniks\"\n  \"Yeah\"\n  \"Okay, well, let me kinda move these things around here, you know\"\n\n  \"Ladies and gentlemen, I don't know what\n  This is, comin' down through the audience\"\n  \"But look like it just came out of the basement\"\n  \"Y'know what I'm sayin'?\" - Sample from KRS-One - \"The Beatniks\"\n  \"Thank you, because now\"\n  \"Alright, let's bring to the stage\"\n\n  Yo, your Highness, live from the bricks, one-six\n  Pete Rock bang your head, break the drumsticks\n  Verbal assault, rhymes rip through the mix\n  Specialist with the smash hits, catchin' flicks\n\n  Savagely attack this, blast with\n  Accurate aim, spark the flame, burn this, hip-hop remain\n\n  Ride tracks like the Soul Train, hold your brain\n  In a state of shock, make 'em drop, it's a cold game\n  I bang with the big boys, those who hold names\n  Amateurs get hung with they own gold chains\n  I swing blades, best bring grenades against\n  A true master, way beyond your freshman attempts\n  Spent rounds on the floor, evidence of the war\n  It's on 'til the death, 'til we settle the score\n\n  You can never measure to the standard\n  Of the most popular, demanded, rap classic\n  Pop corks while the sound knock your socks off\n\n  Ghetto summer jam got the street blocked off\n  Plots to knock me off were stopped short\n  Armed with my thoughts, move the world with an unknown force\n\n  Ayo, we had the bass pound speakers, shell-toe Adidas (Right)\n  Original rap with new school leaders (True)\n  Graffiti art names with fat gold chains\n  Shock the world, cousin (What?), 'cause hip-hop remains\n  (\"I'm a true master, you can check my credentials\")\n  (\"Master in the MC field\")\n  (\"Master, the preacher, poet, a teacher\")\n  (\"From the master, from the master\")\n\n  Yo, I drop Fools like hell, rap rides the third rail\n  Transmit def styles with sign language and Braille\n\n  In hot pursuit of Donald Trump rap loot\n  Produce what you feel with Navy Seal mic troops\n  Sergeant S.P., slaughter Pete Rock of Gibraltar\n  Miraculous lyrics that tread water\n  A rap nigga, show respect, write rhymes that connect\n  Collaborate, break bread with Kurupt and Deck\n  Keep my feet blessed, fresh with the Scottie Pippen\n  In the game of life, I play all positions\n  Stop, look and listen, the total package\n  Yes, a true master, produce rhymes, sing and hit faster\n\n  The master of the game, solo artist by name\n  Paint the masterpiece that lies inside the frame\n  Pass with flying colors, the number one soul brother\n  All eyes on us, guard your grill and take cover\n\n  Ayo, we had the bass pound speakers, shell-toe Adidas (Uh-huh)\n  Original rap with new school leaders (True)\n  Graffiti art names with fat gold chains\n  Shock the world, cousin (What?), 'cause hip-hop remains\n  (\"I'm a true master, you can check my credentials\")\n  (\"Master in the MC field\")\n  (\"Master, the preacher, poet, a teacher\")\n  (\"From the master, from the master\")\n\n  I'm the epicenter of this natural disaster\n  I'm disastrous, my stash is cold and hot flashes\n  Masters of self, a whole carload of explosives\n  Like Czar with holsters, Deck with the intellect\n  Of wizards and warlocks, for sure, Akh\n  I'm raw, Akh, with four Glocks, more pop\n  More ways to get paid, more ways to display\n\n  More rhymes to say, more AKs to spray\n\n  God is good, growin' up in the hood\n\n  Done some things bad, done some things good\n\n  Me and Pete's like bombs and chemicals\n\n  Glass, atom bombs and mustard gas\n  We at the scene, I quake ya\n  Take ya to a whole different scene, AR-15s and beams\n  Got 'em jumpin' like they swallowed a gang of jumpin' beans\n\n  Explode and reload and dump machines\n  Radical and raw, Kurupt smash all\n  I'm a hog dog, raw dog, hog with the gold paw\n  Dogg Pound Gangsta (DPG)\n  I'm a Dogg Pound Gangsta (DPG)\n  I'm a Dogg Pound Gangsta (DPG)\n  Respect the Deck and Kurupt and Pete Rock to drop the beat\n\n  \"Master of the art\"\n  \"We the sharpest motherfucker\"\n  \"With the beats, with the rhymes\"\n  \"Check this out\"\n"},{"id":32237545,"name":"Tru Master","trackName":"Tru Master","artistName":"Pete Rock feat. Inspectah Deck & Kurupt","albumName":"Soul Survivor","duration":240.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"\"Ladies and gentlemen\" - Sample from KRS-One - \"The Beatniks\"\n\"I like to know\"\n\"Are you ready for star time?\" - Sample from KRS-One - \"The Beatniks\"\n\"Yeah\"\n\"Okay, well, let me kinda move these things around here, you know\"\n\n\"Ladies and gentlemen, I don't know what\nThis is, comin' down through the audience\"\n\"But look like it just came out of the basement\"\n\"Y'know what I'm sayin'?\" - Sample from KRS-One - \"The Beatniks\"\n\"Thank you, because now\"\n\"Alright, let's bring to the stage\"\n\nYo, your Highness, live from the bricks, one-six\nPete Rock bang your head, break the drumsticks\nVerbal assault, rhymes rip through the mix\nSpecialist with the smash hits, catchin' flicks\n\nSavagely attack this, blast with\nAccurate aim, spark the flame, burn this, hip-hop remain\n\nRide tracks like the Soul Train, hold your brain\nIn a state of shock, make 'em drop, it's a cold game\nI bang with the big boys, those who hold names\nAmateurs get hung with they own gold chains\nI swing blades, best bring grenades against\nA true master, way beyond your freshman attempts\nSpent rounds on the floor, evidence of the war\nIt's on 'til the death, 'til we settle the score\n\nYou can never measure to the standard\nOf the most popular, demanded, rap classic\nPop corks while the sound knock your socks off\n\nGhetto summer jam got the street blocked off\nPlots to knock me off were stopped short\nArmed with my thoughts, move the world with an unknown force\n\nAyo, we had the bass pound speakers, shell-toe Adidas (Right)\nOriginal rap with new school leaders (True)\nGraffiti art names with fat gold chains\nShock the world, cousin (What?), 'cause hip-hop remains\n(\"I'm a true master, you can check my credentials\")\n(\"Master in the MC field\")\n(\"Master, the preacher, poet, a teacher\")\n(\"From the master, from the master\")\n\nYo, I drop Fools like hell, rap rides the third rail\nTransmit def styles with sign language and Braille\n\nIn hot pursuit of Donald Trump rap loot\nProduce what you feel with Navy Seal mic troops\nSergeant S.P., slaughter Pete Rock of Gibraltar\nMiraculous lyrics that tread water\nA rap nigga, show respect, write rhymes that connect\nCollaborate, break bread with Kurupt and Deck\nKeep my feet blessed, fresh with the Scottie Pippen\nIn the game of life, I play all positions\nStop, look and listen, the total package\nYes, a true master, produce rhymes, sing and hit faster\n\nThe master of the game, solo artist by name\nPaint the masterpiece that lies inside the frame\nPass with flying colors, the number one soul brother\nAll eyes on us, guard your grill and take cover\n\nAyo, we had the bass pound speakers, shell-toe Adidas (Uh-huh)\nOriginal rap with new school leaders (True)\nGraffiti art names with fat gold chains\nShock the world, cousin (What?), 'cause hip-hop remains\n(\"I'm a true master, you can check my credentials\")\n(\"Master in the MC field\")\n(\"Master, the preacher, poet, a teacher\")\n(\"From the master, from the master\")\n\nI'm the epicenter of this natural disaster\nI'm disastrous, my stash is cold and hot flashes\nMasters of self, a whole carload of explosives\nLike Czar with holsters, Deck with the intellect\nOf wizards and warlocks, for sure, Akh\nI'm raw, Akh, with four Glocks, more pop\nMore ways to get paid, more ways to display\n\nMore rhymes to say, more AKs to spray\n\nGod is good, growin' up in the hood\n\nDone some things bad, done some things good\n\nMe and Pete's like bombs and chemicals\n\nGlass, atom bombs and mustard gas\nWe at the scene, I quake ya\nTake ya to a whole different scene, AR-15s and beams\nGot 'em jumpin' like they swallowed a gang of jumpin' beans\n\nExplode and reload and dump machines\nRadical and raw, Kurupt smash all\nI'm a hog dog, raw dog, hog with the gold paw\nDogg Pound Gangsta (DPG)\nI'm a Dogg Pound Gangsta (DPG)\nI'm a Dogg Pound Gangsta (DPG)\nRespect the Deck and Kurupt and Pete Rock to drop the beat\n\n\"Master of the art\"\n\"We the sharpest motherfucker\"\n\"With the beats, with the rhymes\"\n\"Check this out\"","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Tru Master\n  artist: Pete Rock feat. Inspectah Deck & Kurupt\n  album: Soul Survivor\n  duration_ms: 240000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  \"Ladies and gentlemen\" - Sample from KRS-One - \"The Beatniks\"\n  \"I like to know\"\n  \"Are you ready for star time?\" - Sample from KRS-One - \"The Beatniks\"\n  \"Yeah\"\n  \"Okay, well, let me kinda move these things around here, you know\"\n\n  \"Ladies and gentlemen, I don't know what\n  This is, comin' down through the audience\"\n  \"But look like it just came out of the basement\"\n  \"Y'know what I'm sayin'?\" - Sample from KRS-One - \"The Beatniks\"\n  \"Thank you, because now\"\n  \"Alright, let's bring to the stage\"\n\n  Yo, your Highness, live from the bricks, one-six\n  Pete Rock bang your head, break the drumsticks\n  Verbal assault, rhymes rip through the mix\n  Specialist with the smash hits, catchin' flicks\n\n  Savagely attack this, blast with\n  Accurate aim, spark the flame, burn this, hip-hop remain\n\n  Ride tracks like the Soul Train, hold your brain\n  In a state of shock, make 'em drop, it's a cold game\n  I bang with the big boys, those who hold names\n  Amateurs get hung with they own gold chains\n  I swing blades, best bring grenades against\n  A true master, way beyond your freshman attempts\n  Spent rounds on the floor, evidence of the war\n  It's on 'til the death, 'til we settle the score\n\n  You can never measure to the standard\n  Of the most popular, demanded, rap classic\n  Pop corks while the sound knock your socks off\n\n  Ghetto summer jam got the street blocked off\n  Plots to knock me off were stopped short\n  Armed with my thoughts, move the world with an unknown force\n\n  Ayo, we had the bass pound speakers, shell-toe Adidas (Right)\n  Original rap with new school leaders (True)\n  Graffiti art names with fat gold chains\n  Shock the world, cousin (What?), 'cause hip-hop remains\n  (\"I'm a true master, you can check my credentials\")\n  (\"Master in the MC field\")\n  (\"Master, the preacher, poet, a teacher\")\n  (\"From the master, from the master\")\n\n  Yo, I drop Fools like hell, rap rides the third rail\n  Transmit def styles with sign language and Braille\n\n  In hot pursuit of Donald Trump rap loot\n  Produce what you feel with Navy Seal mic troops\n  Sergeant S.P., slaughter Pete Rock of Gibraltar\n  Miraculous lyrics that tread water\n  A rap nigga, show respect, write rhymes that connect\n  Collaborate, break bread with Kurupt and Deck\n  Keep my feet blessed, fresh with the Scottie Pippen\n  In the game of life, I play all positions\n  Stop, look and listen, the total package\n  Yes, a true master, produce rhymes, sing and hit faster\n\n  The master of the game, solo artist by name\n  Paint the masterpiece that lies inside the frame\n  Pass with flying colors, the number one soul brother\n  All eyes on us, guard your grill and take cover\n\n  Ayo, we had the bass pound speakers, shell-toe Adidas (Uh-huh)\n  Original rap with new school leaders (True)\n  Graffiti art names with fat gold chains\n  Shock the world, cousin (What?), 'cause hip-hop remains\n  (\"I'm a true master, you can check my credentials\")\n  (\"Master in the MC field\")\n  (\"Master, the preacher, poet, a teacher\")\n  (\"From the master, from the master\")\n\n  I'm the epicenter of this natural disaster\n  I'm disastrous, my stash is cold and hot flashes\n  Masters of self, a whole carload of explosives\n  Like Czar with holsters, Deck with the intellect\n  Of wizards and warlocks, for sure, Akh\n  I'm raw, Akh, with four Glocks, more pop\n  More ways to get paid, more ways to display\n\n  More rhymes to say, more AKs to spray\n\n  God is good, growin' up in the hood\n\n  Done some things bad, done some things good\n\n  Me and Pete's like bombs and chemicals\n\n  Glass, atom bombs and mustard gas\n  We at the scene, I quake ya\n  Take ya to a whole different scene, AR-15s and beams\n  Got 'em jumpin' like they swallowed a gang of jumpin' beans\n\n  Explode and reload and dump machines\n  Radical and raw, Kurupt smash all\n  I'm a hog dog, raw dog, hog with the gold paw\n  Dogg Pound Gangsta (DPG)\n  I'm a Dogg Pound Gangsta (DPG)\n  I'm a Dogg Pound Gangsta (DPG)\n  Respect the Deck and Kurupt and Pete Rock to drop the beat\n\n  \"Master of the art\"\n  \"We the sharpest motherfucker\"\n  \"With the beats, with the rhymes\"\n  \"Check this out\"\n"},{"id":34361362,"name":"Tru Master","trackName":"Tru Master","artistName":"Pete Rock featuring Inspectah Deck & Kurupt","albumName":"Soul Survivor","duration":239.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"\"Ladies and gentlemen\" - Sample from KRS-One - \"The Beatniks\"\n\"I like to know\"\n\"Are you ready for star time?\" - Sample from KRS-One - \"The Beatniks\"\n\"Yeah\"\n\"Okay, well, let me kinda move these things around here, you know\"\n\n\"Ladies and gentlemen, I don't know what\nThis is, comin' down through the audience\"\n\"But look like it just came out of the basement\"\n\"Y'know what I'm sayin'?\" - Sample from KRS-One - \"The Beatniks\"\n\"Thank you, because now\"\n\"Alright, let's bring to the stage\"\n\nYo, your Highness, live from the bricks, one-six\nPete Rock bang your head, break the drumsticks\nVerbal assault, rhymes rip through the mix\nSpecialist with the smash hits, catchin' flicks\n\nSavagely attack this, blast with\nAccurate aim, spark the flame, burn this, hip-hop remain\n\nRide tracks like the Soul Train, hold your brain\nIn a state of shock, make 'em drop, it's a cold game\nI bang with the big boys, those who hold names\nAmateurs get hung with they own gold chains\nI swing blades, best bring grenades against\nA true master, way beyond your freshman attempts\nSpent rounds on the floor, evidence of the war\nIt's on 'til the death, 'til we settle the score\n\nYou can never measure to the standard\nOf the most popular, demanded, rap classic\nPop corks while the sound knock your socks off\n\nGhetto summer jam got the street blocked off\nPlots to knock me off were stopped short\nArmed with my thoughts, move the world with an unknown force\n\nAyo, we had the bass pound speakers, shell-toe Adidas (Right)\nOriginal rap with new school leaders (True)\nGraffiti art names with fat gold chains\nShock the world, cousin (What?), 'cause hip-hop remains\n(\"I'm a true master, you can check my credentials\")\n(\"Master in the MC field\")\n(\"Master, the preacher, poet, a teacher\")\n(\"From the master, from the master\")\n\nYo, I drop Fools like hell, rap rides the third rail\nTransmit def styles with sign language and Braille\n\nIn hot pursuit of Donald Trump rap loot\nProduce what you feel with Navy Seal mic troops\nSergeant S.P., slaughter Pete Rock of Gibraltar\nMiraculous lyrics that tread water\nA rap nigga, show respect, write rhymes that connect\nCollaborate, break bread with Kurupt and Deck\nKeep my feet blessed, fresh with the Scottie Pippen\nIn the game of life, I play all positions\nStop, look and listen, the total package\nYes, a true master, produce rhymes, sing and hit faster\n\nThe master of the game, solo artist by name\nPaint the masterpiece that lies inside the frame\nPass with flying colors, the number one soul brother\nAll eyes on us, guard your grill and take cover\n\nAyo, we had the bass pound speakers, shell-toe Adidas (Uh-huh)\nOriginal rap with new school leaders (True)\nGraffiti art names with fat gold chains\nShock the world, cousin (What?), 'cause hip-hop remains\n(\"I'm a true master, you can check my credentials\")\n(\"Master in the MC field\")\n(\"Master, the preacher, poet, a teacher\")\n(\"From the master, from the master\")\n\nI'm the epicenter of this natural disaster\nI'm disastrous, my stash is cold and hot flashes\nMasters of self, a whole carload of explosives\nLike Czar with holsters, Deck with the intellect\nOf wizards and warlocks, for sure, Akh\nI'm raw, Akh, with four Glocks, more pop\nMore ways to get paid, more ways to display\n\nMore rhymes to say, more AKs to spray\n\nGod is good, growin' up in the hood\n\nDone some things bad, done some things good\n\nMe and Pete's like bombs and chemicals\n\nGlass, atom bombs and mustard gas\nWe at the scene, I quake ya\nTake ya to a whole different scene, AR-15s and beams\nGot 'em jumpin' like they swallowed a gang of jumpin' beans\n\nExplode and reload and dump machines\nRadical and raw, Kurupt smash all\nI'm a hog dog, raw dog, hog with the gold paw\nDogg Pound Gangsta (DPG)\nI'm a Dogg Pound Gangsta (DPG)\nI'm a Dogg Pound Gangsta (DPG)\nRespect the Deck and Kurupt and Pete Rock to drop the beat\n\n\"Master of the art\"\n\"We the sharpest motherfucker\"\n\"With the beats, with the rhymes\"\n\"Check this out\"","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Tru Master\n  artist: Pete Rock featuring Inspectah Deck & Kurupt\n  album: Soul Survivor\n  duration_ms: 239000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  \"Ladies and gentlemen\" - Sample from KRS-One - \"The Beatniks\"\n  \"I like to know\"\n  \"Are you ready for star time?\" - Sample from KRS-One - \"The Beatniks\"\n  \"Yeah\"\n  \"Okay, well, let me kinda move these things around here, you know\"\n\n  \"Ladies and gentlemen, I don't know what\n  This is, comin' down through the audience\"\n  \"But look like it just came out of the basement\"\n  \"Y'know what I'm sayin'?\" - Sample from KRS-One - \"The Beatniks\"\n  \"Thank you, because now\"\n  \"Alright, let's bring to the stage\"\n\n  Yo, your Highness, live from the bricks, one-six\n  Pete Rock bang your head, break the drumsticks\n  Verbal assault, rhymes rip through the mix\n  Specialist with the smash hits, catchin' flicks\n\n  Savagely attack this, blast with\n  Accurate aim, spark the flame, burn this, hip-hop remain\n\n  Ride tracks like the Soul Train, hold your brain\n  In a state of shock, make 'em drop, it's a cold game\n  I bang with the big boys, those who hold names\n  Amateurs get hung with they own gold chains\n  I swing blades, best bring grenades against\n  A true master, way beyond your freshman attempts\n  Spent rounds on the floor, evidence of the war\n  It's on 'til the death, 'til we settle the score\n\n  You can never measure to the standard\n  Of the most popular, demanded, rap classic\n  Pop corks while the sound knock your socks off\n\n  Ghetto summer jam got the street blocked off\n  Plots to knock me off were stopped short\n  Armed with my thoughts, move the world with an unknown force\n\n  Ayo, we had the bass pound speakers, shell-toe Adidas (Right)\n  Original rap with new school leaders (True)\n  Graffiti art names with fat gold chains\n  Shock the world, cousin (What?), 'cause hip-hop remains\n  (\"I'm a true master, you can check my credentials\")\n  (\"Master in the MC field\")\n  (\"Master, the preacher, poet, a teacher\")\n  (\"From the master, from the master\")\n\n  Yo, I drop Fools like hell, rap rides the third rail\n  Transmit def styles with sign language and Braille\n\n  In hot pursuit of Donald Trump rap loot\n  Produce what you feel with Navy Seal mic troops\n  Sergeant S.P., slaughter Pete Rock of Gibraltar\n  Miraculous lyrics that tread water\n  A rap nigga, show respect, write rhymes that connect\n  Collaborate, break bread with Kurupt and Deck\n  Keep my feet blessed, fresh with the Scottie Pippen\n  In the game of life, I play all positions\n  Stop, look and listen, the total package\n  Yes, a true master, produce rhymes, sing and hit faster\n\n  The master of the game, solo artist by name\n  Paint the masterpiece that lies inside the frame\n  Pass with flying colors, the number one soul brother\n  All eyes on us, guard your grill and take cover\n\n  Ayo, we had the bass pound speakers, shell-toe Adidas (Uh-huh)\n  Original rap with new school leaders (True)\n  Graffiti art names with fat gold chains\n  Shock the world, cousin (What?), 'cause hip-hop remains\n  (\"I'm a true master, you can check my credentials\")\n  (\"Master in the MC field\")\n  (\"Master, the preacher, poet, a teacher\")\n  (\"From the master, from the master\")\n\n  I'm the epicenter of this natural disaster\n  I'm disastrous, my stash is cold and hot flashes\n  Masters of self, a whole carload of explosives\n  Like Czar with holsters, Deck with the intellect\n  Of wizards and warlocks, for sure, Akh\n  I'm raw, Akh, with four Glocks, more pop\n  More ways to get paid, more ways to display\n\n  More rhymes to say, more AKs to spray\n\n  God is good, growin' up in the hood\n\n  Done some things bad, done some things good\n\n  Me and Pete's like bombs and chemicals\n\n  Glass, atom bombs and mustard gas\n  We at the scene, I quake ya\n  Take ya to a whole different scene, AR-15s and beams\n  Got 'em jumpin' like they swallowed a gang of jumpin' beans\n\n  Explode and reload and dump machines\n  Radical and raw, Kurupt smash all\n  I'm a hog dog, raw dog, hog with the gold paw\n  Dogg Pound Gangsta (DPG)\n  I'm a Dogg Pound Gangsta (DPG)\n  I'm a Dogg Pound Gangsta (DPG)\n  Respect the Deck and Kurupt and Pete Rock to drop the beat\n\n  \"Master of the art\"\n  \"We the sharpest motherfucker\"\n  \"With the beats, with the rhymes\"\n  \"Check this out\"\n"},{"id":31283876,"name":"Tru Master (Feat. 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Inspectah Deck & Kurupt)\n  artist: Pete Rock\n  album: Soul Survivor\n  duration_ms: 240000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  \"Ladies and gentlemen\" - Sample from KRS-One - \"The Beatniks\"\n  \"I like to know\"\n  \"Are you ready for star time?\" - Sample from KRS-One - \"The Beatniks\"\n  \"Yeah\"\n  \"Okay, well, let me kinda move these things around here, you know\"\n\n  \"Ladies and gentlemen, I don't know what\n  This is, comin' down through the audience\"\n  \"But look like it just came out of the basement\"\n  \"Y'know what I'm sayin'?\" - Sample from KRS-One - \"The Beatniks\"\n  \"Thank you, because now\"\n  \"Alright, let's bring to the stage\"\n\n  Yo, your Highness, live from the bricks, one-six\n  Pete Rock bang your head, break the drumsticks\n  Verbal assault, rhymes rip through the mix\n  Specialist with the smash hits, catchin' flicks\n\n  Savagely attack this, blast with\n  Accurate aim, spark the flame, burn this, hip-hop remain\n\n  Ride tracks like the Soul Train, hold your brain\n  In a state of shock, make 'em drop, it's a cold game\n  I bang with the big boys, those who hold names\n  Amateurs get hung with they own gold chains\n  I swing blades, best bring grenades against\n  A true master, way beyond your freshman attempts\n  Spent rounds on the floor, evidence of the war\n  It's on 'til the death, 'til we settle the score\n\n  You can never measure to the standard\n  Of the most popular, demanded, rap classic\n  Pop corks while the sound knock your socks off\n\n  Ghetto summer jam got the street blocked off\n  Plots to knock me off were stopped short\n  Armed with my thoughts, move the world with an unknown force\n\n  Ayo, we had the bass pound speakers, shell-toe Adidas (Right)\n  Original rap with new school leaders (True)\n  Graffiti art names with fat gold chains\n  Shock the world, cousin (What?), 'cause hip-hop remains\n  (\"I'm a true master, you can check my credentials\")\n  (\"Master in the MC field\")\n  (\"Master, the preacher, poet, a teacher\")\n  (\"From the master, from the master\")\n\n  Yo, I drop Fools like hell, rap rides the third rail\n  Transmit def styles with sign language and Braille\n\n  In hot pursuit of Donald Trump rap loot\n  Produce what you feel with Navy Seal mic troops\n  Sergeant S.P., slaughter Pete Rock of Gibraltar\n  Miraculous lyrics that tread water\n  A rap nigga, show respect, write rhymes that connect\n  Collaborate, break bread with Kurupt and Deck\n  Keep my feet blessed, fresh with the Scottie Pippen\n  In the game of life, I play all positions\n  Stop, look and listen, the total package\n  Yes, a true master, produce rhymes, sing and hit faster\n\n  The master of the game, solo artist by name\n  Paint the masterpiece that lies inside the frame\n  Pass with flying colors, the number one soul brother\n  All eyes on us, guard your grill and take cover\n\n  Ayo, we had the bass pound speakers, shell-toe Adidas (Uh-huh)\n  Original rap with new school leaders (True)\n  Graffiti art names with fat gold chains\n  Shock the world, cousin (What?), 'cause hip-hop remains\n  (\"I'm a true master, you can check my credentials\")\n  (\"Master in the MC field\")\n  (\"Master, the preacher, poet, a teacher\")\n  (\"From the master, from the master\")\n\n  I'm the epicenter of this natural disaster\n  I'm disastrous, my stash is cold and hot flashes\n  Masters of self, a whole carload of explosives\n  Like Czar with holsters, Deck with the intellect\n  Of wizards and warlocks, for sure, Akh\n  I'm raw, Akh, with four Glocks, more pop\n  More ways to get paid, more ways to display\n\n  More rhymes to say, more AKs to spray\n\n  God is good, growin' up in the hood\n\n  Done some things bad, done some things good\n\n  Me and Pete's like bombs and chemicals\n\n  Glass, atom bombs and mustard gas\n  We at the scene, I quake ya\n  Take ya to a whole different scene, AR-15s and beams\n  Got 'em jumpin' like they swallowed a gang of jumpin' beans\n\n  Explode and reload and dump machines\n  Radical and raw, Kurupt smash all\n  I'm a hog dog, raw dog, hog with the gold paw\n  Dogg Pound Gangsta (DPG)\n  I'm a Dogg Pound Gangsta (DPG)\n  I'm a Dogg Pound Gangsta (DPG)\n  Respect the Deck and Kurupt and Pete Rock to drop the beat\n\n  \"Master of the art\"\n  \"We the sharpest motherfucker\"\n  \"With the beats, with the rhymes\"\n  \"Check this out\"\n"}]