[{"id":505176,"name":"Rape","trackName":"Rape","artistName":"Pharoahe Monch","albumName":"Internal Affairs","duration":155.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Woman screaming)\n\nI'm obsessed with multiple nude photographs of the beat in my room on the wall\nPondering the verse, fondling my balls\nWitness a nigga who will take rap and chase it\nThrough an occupied dimly lit staircase and rape it\nGrab the drums by the waistline (scratches)\nI snatch the kick, kick the snare, and sodomize the bassline\nNever waste time, I give the verse rabies\nCum on the chorus, tell the hook to swallow my babies\nMaybe I might... switch! Let the witch live\nThe original plan was to kill the bitch on the bridge\nDitch the body parts off somewhere near the cresendo\nWhen my innuendos elapse... my nezuenno attacks\nThe instrumental elapses,\nPerhaps that's the only reason that I spared her life\nYou could solo my fuckin' vocals and I still get trife\nSlice the rhythm... disfigure the face of the groove\nFor any fader that flies or knobs or button that moves\n\nConsider this: the loops are similar to clitorises exposed\nOn your miss is a hole, a vicious cycle of SIN!\nThat doesn't end til' I stop fuckin'\nA million emcees and they ain't sayin' nuttin'\n\nAin't fuckin it right, they ain't fuckin' it right\nThey ain't fuckin' it right, they ain't fuckin' it right\nThey ain't fuckin' it like... ME.\n\n(Scratches)\n\nShe had the nerve to take the case to court\nKnowin' I rape for sport\nTook the stand cryin' denying her whole involvement, lying\nWhy would an ex-cop lie in a sex shop, fly linen down grinnin'\nWith my coat over my shoulder sittin'\nBrowsin' pornography (uhh!),\nThe stenographer smilin' the whole time\nWhile jotting verbal photography\nHer eyes mahogany\nI flashed to a photo in my mind of a body bludgeoned with slashed arteries\nPardon me, back to the case, slap in the face\nExaminin' the jury similar to cracking a safe\nWhat happens to bass? It was anistic, I would inhale eighths\nSniff that, sat her ass all over my face and taste it\nTo hell wit' 1980 remixes, fuck disco\nTurned on the 3000, stuck my dick where the disc go\nYokonaz, ripped the sexy MPC 60, buyin' a ticket to hell\nVerbally dickin' the 12 down, sound shitty\nI knew she used to be pretty\nToo many impotent emcees in this God forsaken city\n\nAin't fuckin her right, ain't fuckin' her right\nAin't fuckin' her like... ME.\n\nConsider this: the loops are similar to clitorises exposed\nOn your miss is a hole, a vicious cycle of SIN!\nThat doesn't end til' I stop fuckin'\nA million emcees and they ain't sayin' nuttin'\n\nAin't fuckin it right, they ain't fuckin' it right\nThey ain't fuckin' it right, they ain't fuckin' it right\nThey ain't fuckin' it right, they ain't fuckin' it right\nThey ain't fuckin' it like... 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Let the witch live\n[00:33.33] The original plan was to kill the bitch on the bridge\n[00:35.64] Ditch the body parts off somewhere near the cresendo\n[00:38.21] When my innuendos elapse... my nezuenno attacks\n[00:41.98] The instrumental elapses,\n[00:43.74] Perhaps that's the only reason that I spared her life\n[00:45.99] You could solo my fuckin' vocals and I still get trife\n[00:48.43] Slice the rhythm... disfigure the face of the groove\n[00:51.18] For any fader that flies or knobs or button that moves\n[00:53.41] Consider this: the loops are similar to clitorises exposed\n[00:56.16] On your miss is a hole, a vicious cycle of SIN!\n[00:59.25] That doesn't end til' I stop fuckin'\n[01:01.56] A million emcees and they ain't sayin' nuttin'\n[01:04.12] Ain't fuckin it right, they ain't fuckin' it right\n[01:06.45] They ain't fuckin' it right, they ain't fuckin' it right\n[01:09.03] They ain't fuckin' it like... ME.\n[01:11.62] (Scratches)\n[01:21.94] She had the nerve to take the case to court\n[01:24.20] Knowin' I rape for sport\n[01:25.50] Took the stand cryin' denying her whole involvement, lying\n[01:27.31] Why would an ex-cop lie in a sex shop, fly linen down grinnin'\n[01:31.22] With my coat over my shoulder sittin'\n[01:32.93] Browsin' pornography (uhh!),\n[01:34.59] The stenographer smilin' the whole time\n[01:36.18] While jotting verbal photography\n[01:37.87] Her eyes mahogany\n[01:39.15] I flashed to a photo in my mind of a body bludgeoned with slashed arteries\n[01:43.00] Pardon me, back to the case, slap in the face\n[01:45.33] Examinin' the jury similar to cracking a safe\n[01:47.74] What happens to bass? It was anistic, I would inhale eighths\n[01:50.56] Sniff that, sat her ass all over my face and taste it\n[01:53.09] To hell wit' 1980 remixes, fuck disco\n[01:55.68] Turned on the 3000, stuck my dick where the disc go\n[01:58.20] Yokonaz, ripped the sexy MPC 60, buyin' a ticket to hell\n[02:01.99] Verbally dickin' the 12 down, sound shitty\n[02:04.06] I knew she used to be pretty\n[02:06.04] Too many impotent emcees in this God forsaken city\n[02:09.30] Ain't fuckin her right, ain't fuckin' her right\n[02:11.00] Ain't fuckin' her like... ME.\n[02:13.53] Consider this: the loops are similar to clitorises exposed\n[02:16.70] On your miss is a hole, a vicious cycle of SIN!\n[02:19.36] That doesn't end til' I stop fuckin'\n[02:21.50] A million emcees and they ain't sayin' nuttin'\n[02:24.07] Ain't fuckin it right, they ain't fuckin' it right\n[02:26.49] They ain't fuckin' it right, they ain't fuckin' it right\n[02:29.04] They ain't fuckin' it right, they ain't fuckin' it right\n[02:31.60] They ain't fuckin' it like... ME.\n[02:33.21] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Rape\n  artist: Pharoahe Monch\n  album: Internal Affairs\n  duration_ms: 155000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: (Woman screaming)\n  start_ms: 1220\n  end_ms: 9870\n- text: I'm obsessed with multiple nude photographs of the beat in my room on the wall\n  start_ms: 9870\n  end_ms: 12460\n- text: Pondering the verse, fondling my balls\n  start_ms: 12460\n  end_ms: 15340\n- text: Witness a nigga who will take rap and chase it\n  start_ms: 15340\n  end_ms: 17660\n- text: Through an occupied dimly lit staircase and rape it\n  start_ms: 17660\n  end_ms: 20210\n- text: Grab the drums by the waistline (scratches)\n  start_ms: 20210\n  end_ms: 21960\n- text: I snatch the kick, kick the snare, and sodomize the bassline\n  start_ms: 21960\n  end_ms: 25780\n- text: Never waste time, I give the verse rabies\n  start_ms: 25780\n  end_ms: 28160\n- text: Cum on the chorus, tell the hook to swallow my babies\n  start_ms: 28160\n  end_ms: 30750\n- text: Maybe I might... switch! 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ME.\n  start_ms: 151600\n  end_ms: 153210\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 153210\nplain: |-\n  (Woman screaming)\n\n  I'm obsessed with multiple nude photographs of the beat in my room on the wall\n  Pondering the verse, fondling my balls\n  Witness a nigga who will take rap and chase it\n  Through an occupied dimly lit staircase and rape it\n  Grab the drums by the waistline (scratches)\n  I snatch the kick, kick the snare, and sodomize the bassline\n  Never waste time, I give the verse rabies\n  Cum on the chorus, tell the hook to swallow my babies\n  Maybe I might... switch! Let the witch live\n  The original plan was to kill the bitch on the bridge\n  Ditch the body parts off somewhere near the cresendo\n  When my innuendos elapse... my nezuenno attacks\n  The instrumental elapses,\n  Perhaps that's the only reason that I spared her life\n  You could solo my fuckin' vocals and I still get trife\n  Slice the rhythm... disfigure the face of the groove\n  For any fader that flies or knobs or button that moves\n\n  Consider this: the loops are similar to clitorises exposed\n  On your miss is a hole, a vicious cycle of SIN!\n  That doesn't end til' I stop fuckin'\n  A million emcees and they ain't sayin' nuttin'\n\n  Ain't fuckin it right, they ain't fuckin' it right\n  They ain't fuckin' it right, they ain't fuckin' it right\n  They ain't fuckin' it like... ME.\n\n  (Scratches)\n\n  She had the nerve to take the case to court\n  Knowin' I rape for sport\n  Took the stand cryin' denying her whole involvement, lying\n  Why would an ex-cop lie in a sex shop, fly linen down grinnin'\n  With my coat over my shoulder sittin'\n  Browsin' pornography (uhh!),\n  The stenographer smilin' the whole time\n  While jotting verbal photography\n  Her eyes mahogany\n  I flashed to a photo in my mind of a body bludgeoned with slashed arteries\n  Pardon me, back to the case, slap in the face\n  Examinin' the jury similar to cracking a safe\n  What happens to bass? 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Let the witch live\nThe original plan was to kill the bitch on the bridge\nDitch the body parts off somewhere near the cresendo\nWhen my innuendos elapse... my nezuenno attacks\nThe instrumental elapses,\nPerhaps that's the only reason that I spared her life\nYou could solo my fuckin' vocals and I still get trife\nSlice the rhythm... disfigure the face of the groove\nFor any fader that flies or knobs or button that moves\n\nConsider this: the loops are similar to clitorises exposed\nOn your miss is a hole, a vicious cycle of SIN!\nThat doesn't end til' I stop fuckin'\nA million emcees and they ain't sayin' nuttin'\n\nAin't fuckin it right, they ain't fuckin' it right\nThey ain't fuckin' it right, they ain't fuckin' it right\nThey ain't fuckin' it like... ME.\n\n(Scratches)\n\nShe had the nerve to take the case to court\nKnowin' I rape for sport\nTook the stand cryin' denying her whole involvement, lying\nWhy would an ex-cop lie in a sex shop, fly linen down grinnin'\nWith my coat over my shoulder sittin'\nBrowsin' pornography (uhh!),\nThe stenographer smilin' the whole time\nWhile jotting verbal photography\nHer eyes mahogany\nI flashed to a photo in my mind of a body bludgeoned with slashed arteries\nPardon me, back to the case, slap in the face\nExaminin' the jury similar to cracking a safe\nWhat happens to bass? It was anistic, I would inhale eighths\nSniff that, sat her ass all over my face and taste it\nTo hell wit' 1980 remixes, fuck disco\nTurned on the 3000, stuck my dick where the disc go\nYokonaz, ripped the sexy MPC 60, buyin' a ticket to hell\nVerbally dickin' the 12 down, sound shitty\nI knew she used to be pretty\nToo many impotent emcees in this God forsaken city\n\nAin't fuckin her right, ain't fuckin' her right\nAin't fuckin' her like... ME.\n\nConsider this: the loops are similar to clitorises exposed\nOn your miss is a hole, a vicious cycle of SIN!\nThat doesn't end til' I stop fuckin'\nA million emcees and they ain't sayin' nuttin'\n\nAin't fuckin it right, they ain't fuckin' it right\nThey ain't fuckin' it right, they ain't fuckin' it right\nThey ain't fuckin' it right, they ain't fuckin' it right\nThey ain't fuckin' it like... ME.","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.22] (Woman screaming)\n[00:09.87] I'm obsessed with multiple nude photographs of the beat in my room on the wall\n[00:12.46] Pondering the verse, fondling my balls\n[00:15.34] Witness a nigga who will take rap and chase it\n[00:17.66] Through an occupied dimly lit staircase and rape it\n[00:20.21] Grab the drums by the waistline (scratches)\n[00:21.96] I snatch the kick, kick the snare, and sodomize the bassline\n[00:25.78] Never waste time, I give the verse rabies\n[00:28.16] Cum on the chorus, tell the hook to swallow my babies\n[00:30.75] Maybe I might... switch! Let the witch live\n[00:33.33] The original plan was to kill the bitch on the bridge\n[00:35.64] Ditch the body parts off somewhere near the cresendo\n[00:38.21] When my innuendos elapse... my nezuenno attacks\n[00:41.98] The instrumental elapses,\n[00:43.74] Perhaps that's the only reason that I spared her life\n[00:45.99] You could solo my fuckin' vocals and I still get trife\n[00:48.43] Slice the rhythm... disfigure the face of the groove\n[00:51.18] For any fader that flies or knobs or button that moves\n[00:53.41] Consider this: the loops are similar to clitorises exposed\n[00:56.16] On your miss is a hole, a vicious cycle of SIN!\n[00:59.25] That doesn't end til' I stop fuckin'\n[01:01.56] A million emcees and they ain't sayin' nuttin'\n[01:04.12] Ain't fuckin it right, they ain't fuckin' it right\n[01:06.45] They ain't fuckin' it right, they ain't fuckin' it right\n[01:09.03] They ain't fuckin' it like... ME.\n[01:11.62] (Scratches)\n[01:21.94] She had the nerve to take the case to court\n[01:24.20] Knowin' I rape for sport\n[01:25.50] Took the stand cryin' denying her whole involvement, lying\n[01:27.31] Why would an ex-cop lie in a sex shop, fly linen down grinnin'\n[01:31.22] With my coat over my shoulder sittin'\n[01:32.93] Browsin' pornography (uhh!),\n[01:34.59] The stenographer smilin' the whole time\n[01:36.18] While jotting verbal photography\n[01:37.87] Her eyes mahogany\n[01:39.15] I flashed to a photo in my mind of a body bludgeoned with slashed arteries\n[01:43.00] Pardon me, back to the case, slap in the face\n[01:45.33] Examinin' the jury similar to cracking a safe\n[01:47.74] What happens to bass? It was anistic, I would inhale eighths\n[01:50.56] Sniff that, sat her ass all over my face and taste it\n[01:53.09] To hell wit' 1980 remixes, fuck disco\n[01:55.68] Turned on the 3000, stuck my dick where the disc go\n[01:58.20] Yokonaz, ripped the sexy MPC 60, buyin' a ticket to hell\n[02:01.99] Verbally dickin' the 12 down, sound shitty\n[02:04.06] I knew she used to be pretty\n[02:06.04] Too many impotent emcees in this God forsaken city\n[02:09.30] Ain't fuckin her right, ain't fuckin' her right\n[02:11.00] Ain't fuckin' her like... ME.\n[02:13.53] Consider this: the loops are similar to clitorises exposed\n[02:16.70] On your miss is a hole, a vicious cycle of SIN!\n[02:19.36] That doesn't end til' I stop fuckin'\n[02:21.50] A million emcees and they ain't sayin' nuttin'\n[02:24.07] Ain't fuckin it right, they ain't fuckin' it right\n[02:26.49] They ain't fuckin' it right, they ain't fuckin' it right\n[02:29.04] They ain't fuckin' it right, they ain't fuckin' it right\n[02:31.60] They ain't fuckin' it like... ME.\n[02:33.21] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Rape\n  artist: Pharoahe Monch\n  album: Y'all Know The Name (Mixtape)\n  duration_ms: 154567\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: (Woman screaming)\n  start_ms: 1220\n  end_ms: 9870\n- text: I'm obsessed with multiple nude photographs of the beat in my room on the wall\n  start_ms: 9870\n  end_ms: 12460\n- text: Pondering the verse, fondling my balls\n  start_ms: 12460\n  end_ms: 15340\n- text: Witness a nigga who will take rap and chase it\n  start_ms: 15340\n  end_ms: 17660\n- text: Through an occupied dimly lit staircase and rape it\n  start_ms: 17660\n  end_ms: 20210\n- text: Grab the drums by the waistline (scratches)\n  start_ms: 20210\n  end_ms: 21960\n- text: I snatch the kick, kick the snare, and sodomize the bassline\n  start_ms: 21960\n  end_ms: 25780\n- text: Never waste time, I give the verse rabies\n  start_ms: 25780\n  end_ms: 28160\n- text: Cum on the chorus, tell the hook to swallow my babies\n  start_ms: 28160\n  end_ms: 30750\n- text: Maybe I might... switch! 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ME.\n  start_ms: 69030\n  end_ms: 71620\n- text: (Scratches)\n  start_ms: 71620\n  end_ms: 81940\n- text: She had the nerve to take the case to court\n  start_ms: 81940\n  end_ms: 84200\n- text: Knowin' I rape for sport\n  start_ms: 84200\n  end_ms: 85500\n- text: Took the stand cryin' denying her whole involvement, lying\n  start_ms: 85500\n  end_ms: 87310\n- text: Why would an ex-cop lie in a sex shop, fly linen down grinnin'\n  start_ms: 87310\n  end_ms: 91220\n- text: With my coat over my shoulder sittin'\n  start_ms: 91220\n  end_ms: 92930\n- text: Browsin' pornography (uhh!),\n  start_ms: 92930\n  end_ms: 94590\n- text: The stenographer smilin' the whole time\n  start_ms: 94590\n  end_ms: 96180\n- text: While jotting verbal photography\n  start_ms: 96180\n  end_ms: 97870\n- text: Her eyes mahogany\n  start_ms: 97870\n  end_ms: 99150\n- text: I flashed to a photo in my mind of a body bludgeoned with slashed arteries\n  start_ms: 99150\n  end_ms: 103000\n- text: Pardon me, back to the case, slap in the face\n  start_ms: 103000\n  end_ms: 105330\n- text: Examinin' the jury similar to cracking a safe\n  start_ms: 105330\n  end_ms: 107740\n- text: What happens to bass? It was anistic, I would inhale eighths\n  start_ms: 107740\n  end_ms: 110560\n- text: Sniff that, sat her ass all over my face and taste it\n  start_ms: 110560\n  end_ms: 113090\n- text: To hell wit' 1980 remixes, fuck disco\n  start_ms: 113090\n  end_ms: 115680\n- text: Turned on the 3000, stuck my dick where the disc go\n  start_ms: 115680\n  end_ms: 118200\n- text: Yokonaz, ripped the sexy MPC 60, buyin' a ticket to hell\n  start_ms: 118200\n  end_ms: 121990\n- text: Verbally dickin' the 12 down, sound shitty\n  start_ms: 121990\n  end_ms: 124060\n- text: I knew she used to be pretty\n  start_ms: 124060\n  end_ms: 126040\n- text: Too many impotent emcees in this God forsaken city\n  start_ms: 126040\n  end_ms: 129300\n- text: Ain't fuckin her right, ain't fuckin' her right\n  start_ms: 129300\n  end_ms: 131000\n- text: Ain't fuckin' her like... ME.\n  start_ms: 131000\n  end_ms: 133530\n- text: 'Consider this: the loops are similar to clitorises exposed'\n  start_ms: 133530\n  end_ms: 136700\n- text: On your miss is a hole, a vicious cycle of SIN!\n  start_ms: 136700\n  end_ms: 139360\n- text: That doesn't end til' I stop fuckin'\n  start_ms: 139360\n  end_ms: 141500\n- text: A million emcees and they ain't sayin' nuttin'\n  start_ms: 141500\n  end_ms: 144070\n- text: Ain't fuckin it right, they ain't fuckin' it right\n  start_ms: 144070\n  end_ms: 146490\n- text: They ain't fuckin' it right, they ain't fuckin' it right\n  start_ms: 146490\n  end_ms: 149040\n- text: They ain't fuckin' it right, they ain't fuckin' it right\n  start_ms: 149040\n  end_ms: 151600\n- text: They ain't fuckin' it like... ME.\n  start_ms: 151600\n  end_ms: 153210\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 153210\nplain: |-\n  (Woman screaming)\n\n  I'm obsessed with multiple nude photographs of the beat in my room on the wall\n  Pondering the verse, fondling my balls\n  Witness a nigga who will take rap and chase it\n  Through an occupied dimly lit staircase and rape it\n  Grab the drums by the waistline (scratches)\n  I snatch the kick, kick the snare, and sodomize the bassline\n  Never waste time, I give the verse rabies\n  Cum on the chorus, tell the hook to swallow my babies\n  Maybe I might... switch! Let the witch live\n  The original plan was to kill the bitch on the bridge\n  Ditch the body parts off somewhere near the cresendo\n  When my innuendos elapse... my nezuenno attacks\n  The instrumental elapses,\n  Perhaps that's the only reason that I spared her life\n  You could solo my fuckin' vocals and I still get trife\n  Slice the rhythm... disfigure the face of the groove\n  For any fader that flies or knobs or button that moves\n\n  Consider this: the loops are similar to clitorises exposed\n  On your miss is a hole, a vicious cycle of SIN!\n  That doesn't end til' I stop fuckin'\n  A million emcees and they ain't sayin' nuttin'\n\n  Ain't fuckin it right, they ain't fuckin' it right\n  They ain't fuckin' it right, they ain't fuckin' it right\n  They ain't fuckin' it like... ME.\n\n  (Scratches)\n\n  She had the nerve to take the case to court\n  Knowin' I rape for sport\n  Took the stand cryin' denying her whole involvement, lying\n  Why would an ex-cop lie in a sex shop, fly linen down grinnin'\n  With my coat over my shoulder sittin'\n  Browsin' pornography (uhh!),\n  The stenographer smilin' the whole time\n  While jotting verbal photography\n  Her eyes mahogany\n  I flashed to a photo in my mind of a body bludgeoned with slashed arteries\n  Pardon me, back to the case, slap in the face\n  Examinin' the jury similar to cracking a safe\n  What happens to bass? It was anistic, I would inhale eighths\n  Sniff that, sat her ass all over my face and taste it\n  To hell wit' 1980 remixes, fuck disco\n  Turned on the 3000, stuck my dick where the disc go\n  Yokonaz, ripped the sexy MPC 60, buyin' a ticket to hell\n  Verbally dickin' the 12 down, sound shitty\n  I knew she used to be pretty\n  Too many impotent emcees in this God forsaken city\n\n  Ain't fuckin her right, ain't fuckin' her right\n  Ain't fuckin' her like... ME.\n\n  Consider this: the loops are similar to clitorises exposed\n  On your miss is a hole, a vicious cycle of SIN!\n  That doesn't end til' I stop fuckin'\n  A million emcees and they ain't sayin' nuttin'\n\n  Ain't fuckin it right, they ain't fuckin' it right\n  They ain't fuckin' it right, they ain't fuckin' it right\n  They ain't fuckin' it right, they ain't fuckin' it right\n  They ain't fuckin' it like... ME.\n"},{"id":25313895,"name":"Rape","trackName":"Rape","artistName":"Pharoahe Monch","albumName":"Internal Affairs","duration":231.5222528,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Woman screaming)\n\nI'm obsessed with multiple nude photographs of the beat in my room on the wall\nPondering the verse, fondling my balls\nWitness a nigga who will take rap and chase it\nThrough an occupied dimly lit staircase and rape it\nGrab the drums by the waistline (scratches)\nI snatch the kick, kick the snare, and sodomize the bassline\nNever waste time, I give the verse rabies\nCum on the chorus, tell the hook to swallow my babies\nMaybe I might... switch! Let the witch live\nThe original plan was to kill the bitch on the bridge\nDitch the body parts off somewhere near the cresendo\nWhen my innuendos elapse... my nezuenno attacks\nThe instrumental elapses,\nPerhaps that's the only reason that I spared her life\nYou could solo my fuckin' vocals and I still get trife\nSlice the rhythm... disfigure the face of the groove\nFor any fader that flies or knobs or button that moves\n\nConsider this: the loops are similar to clitorises exposed\nOn your miss is a hole, a vicious cycle of SIN!\nThat doesn't end til' I stop fuckin'\nA million emcees and they ain't sayin' nuttin'\n\nAin't fuckin it right, they ain't fuckin' it right\nThey ain't fuckin' it right, they ain't fuckin' it right\nThey ain't fuckin' it like... ME.\n\n(Scratches)\n\nShe had the nerve to take the case to court\nKnowin' I rape for sport\nTook the stand cryin' denying her whole involvement, lying\nWhy would an ex-cop lie in a sex shop, fly linen down grinnin'\nWith my coat over my shoulder sittin'\nBrowsin' pornography (uhh!),\nThe stenographer smilin' the whole time\nWhile jotting verbal photography\nHer eyes mahogany\nI flashed to a photo in my mind of a body bludgeoned with slashed arteries\nPardon me, back to the case, slap in the face\nExaminin' the jury similar to cracking a safe\nWhat happens to bass? 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Let the witch live\n[00:33.33] The original plan was to kill the bitch on the bridge\n[00:35.64] Ditch the body parts off somewhere near the cresendo\n[00:38.21] When my innuendos elapse... my nezuenno attacks\n[00:41.98] The instrumental elapses,\n[00:43.74] Perhaps that's the only reason that I spared her life\n[00:45.99] You could solo my fuckin' vocals and I still get trife\n[00:48.43] Slice the rhythm... disfigure the face of the groove\n[00:51.18] For any fader that flies or knobs or button that moves\n[00:53.41] Consider this: the loops are similar to clitorises exposed\n[00:56.16] On your miss is a hole, a vicious cycle of SIN!\n[00:59.25] That doesn't end til' I stop fuckin'\n[01:01.56] A million emcees and they ain't sayin' nuttin'\n[01:04.12] Ain't fuckin it right, they ain't fuckin' it right\n[01:06.45] They ain't fuckin' it right, they ain't fuckin' it right\n[01:09.03] They ain't fuckin' it like... ME.\n[01:11.62] (Scratches)\n[01:21.94] She had the nerve to take the case to court\n[01:24.20] Knowin' I rape for sport\n[01:25.50] Took the stand cryin' denying her whole involvement, lying\n[01:27.31] Why would an ex-cop lie in a sex shop, fly linen down grinnin'\n[01:31.22] With my coat over my shoulder sittin'\n[01:32.93] Browsin' pornography (uhh!),\n[01:34.59] The stenographer smilin' the whole time\n[01:36.18] While jotting verbal photography\n[01:37.87] Her eyes mahogany\n[01:39.15] I flashed to a photo in my mind of a body bludgeoned with slashed arteries\n[01:43.00] Pardon me, back to the case, slap in the face\n[01:45.33] Examinin' the jury similar to cracking a safe\n[01:47.74] What happens to bass? 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ME.\n[02:13.53] Consider this: the loops are similar to clitorises exposed\n[02:16.70] On your miss is a hole, a vicious cycle of SIN!\n[02:19.36] That doesn't end til' I stop fuckin'\n[02:21.50] A million emcees and they ain't sayin' nuttin'\n[02:24.07] Ain't fuckin it right, they ain't fuckin' it right\n[02:26.49] They ain't fuckin' it right, they ain't fuckin' it right\n[02:29.04] They ain't fuckin' it right, they ain't fuckin' it right\n[02:31.60] They ain't fuckin' it like... 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ME.\n  start_ms: 151600\n  end_ms: 153210\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 153210\nplain: |-\n  (Woman screaming)\n\n  I'm obsessed with multiple nude photographs of the beat in my room on the wall\n  Pondering the verse, fondling my balls\n  Witness a nigga who will take rap and chase it\n  Through an occupied dimly lit staircase and rape it\n  Grab the drums by the waistline (scratches)\n  I snatch the kick, kick the snare, and sodomize the bassline\n  Never waste time, I give the verse rabies\n  Cum on the chorus, tell the hook to swallow my babies\n  Maybe I might... switch! 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ME.\n\n  (Scratches)\n\n  She had the nerve to take the case to court\n  Knowin' I rape for sport\n  Took the stand cryin' denying her whole involvement, lying\n  Why would an ex-cop lie in a sex shop, fly linen down grinnin'\n  With my coat over my shoulder sittin'\n  Browsin' pornography (uhh!),\n  The stenographer smilin' the whole time\n  While jotting verbal photography\n  Her eyes mahogany\n  I flashed to a photo in my mind of a body bludgeoned with slashed arteries\n  Pardon me, back to the case, slap in the face\n  Examinin' the jury similar to cracking a safe\n  What happens to bass? 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ME.\n[01:11.62] (Scratches)\n[01:21.94] She had the nerve to take the case to court\n[01:24.20] Knowin' I rape for sport\n[01:25.50] Took the stand cryin' denying her whole involvement, lying\n[01:27.31] Why would an ex-cop lie in a sex shop, fly linen down grinnin'\n[01:31.22] With my coat over my shoulder sittin'\n[01:32.93] Browsin' pornography (uhh!),\n[01:34.59] The stenographer smilin' the whole time\n[01:36.18] While jotting verbal photography\n[01:37.87] Her eyes mahogany\n[01:39.15] I flashed to a photo in my mind of a body bludgeoned with slashed arteries\n[01:43.00] Pardon me, back to the case, slap in the face\n[01:45.33] Examinin' the jury similar to cracking a safe\n[01:47.74] What happens to bass? 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ME.\n[02:13.53] Consider this: the loops are similar to clitorises exposed\n[02:16.70] On your miss is a hole, a vicious cycle of SIN!\n[02:19.36] That doesn't end til' I stop fuckin'\n[02:21.50] A million emcees and they ain't sayin' nuttin'\n[02:24.07] Ain't fuckin it right, they ain't fuckin' it right\n[02:26.49] They ain't fuckin' it right, they ain't fuckin' it right\n[02:29.04] They ain't fuckin' it right, they ain't fuckin' it right\n[02:31.60] They ain't fuckin' it like... 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ME.\n\n(Scratches)\n\nShe had the nerve to take the case to court\nKnowin' I rape for sport\nTook the stand cryin' denying her whole involvement, lying\nWhy would an ex-cop lie in a sex shop, fly linen down grinnin'\nWith my coat over my shoulder sittin'\nBrowsin' pornography (uhh!),\nThe stenographer smilin' the whole time\nWhile jotting verbal photography\nHer eyes mahogany\nI flashed to a photo in my mind of a body bludgeoned with slashed arteries\nPardon me, back to the case, slap in the face\nExaminin' the jury similar to cracking a safe\nWhat happens to bass? 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ME.\n[01:11.62] (Scratches)\n[01:21.94] She had the nerve to take the case to court\n[01:24.20] Knowin' I rape for sport\n[01:25.50] Took the stand cryin' denying her whole involvement, lying\n[01:27.31] Why would an ex-cop lie in a sex shop, fly linen down grinnin'\n[01:31.22] With my coat over my shoulder sittin'\n[01:32.93] Browsin' pornography (uhh!),\n[01:34.59] The stenographer smilin' the whole time\n[01:36.18] While jotting verbal photography\n[01:37.87] Her eyes mahogany\n[01:39.15] I flashed to a photo in my mind of a body bludgeoned with slashed arteries\n[01:43.00] Pardon me, back to the case, slap in the face\n[01:45.33] Examinin' the jury similar to cracking a safe\n[01:47.74] What happens to bass? 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ME.\n[02:13.53] Consider this: the loops are similar to clitorises exposed\n[02:16.70] On your miss is a hole, a vicious cycle of SIN!\n[02:19.36] That doesn't end til' I stop fuckin'\n[02:21.50] A million emcees and they ain't sayin' nuttin'\n[02:24.07] Ain't fuckin it right, they ain't fuckin' it right\n[02:26.49] They ain't fuckin' it right, they ain't fuckin' it right\n[02:29.04] They ain't fuckin' it right, they ain't fuckin' it right\n[02:31.60] They ain't fuckin' it like... ME.\n[02:33.21] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Rape\n  artist: Pharoahe Monch\n  album: Y'all Know the Name\n  duration_ms: 154572\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: (Woman screaming)\n  start_ms: 1220\n  end_ms: 9870\n- text: I'm obsessed with multiple nude photographs of the beat in my room on the wall\n  start_ms: 9870\n  end_ms: 12460\n- text: Pondering the verse, fondling my balls\n  start_ms: 12460\n  end_ms: 15340\n- text: Witness a nigga who will take rap and chase it\n  start_ms: 15340\n  end_ms: 17660\n- text: Through an occupied dimly lit staircase and rape it\n  start_ms: 17660\n  end_ms: 20210\n- text: Grab the drums by the waistline (scratches)\n  start_ms: 20210\n  end_ms: 21960\n- text: I snatch the kick, kick the snare, and sodomize the bassline\n  start_ms: 21960\n  end_ms: 25780\n- text: Never waste time, I give the verse rabies\n  start_ms: 25780\n  end_ms: 28160\n- text: Cum on the chorus, tell the hook to swallow my babies\n  start_ms: 28160\n  end_ms: 30750\n- text: Maybe I might... switch! 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ME.\n  start_ms: 69030\n  end_ms: 71620\n- text: (Scratches)\n  start_ms: 71620\n  end_ms: 81940\n- text: She had the nerve to take the case to court\n  start_ms: 81940\n  end_ms: 84200\n- text: Knowin' I rape for sport\n  start_ms: 84200\n  end_ms: 85500\n- text: Took the stand cryin' denying her whole involvement, lying\n  start_ms: 85500\n  end_ms: 87310\n- text: Why would an ex-cop lie in a sex shop, fly linen down grinnin'\n  start_ms: 87310\n  end_ms: 91220\n- text: With my coat over my shoulder sittin'\n  start_ms: 91220\n  end_ms: 92930\n- text: Browsin' pornography (uhh!),\n  start_ms: 92930\n  end_ms: 94590\n- text: The stenographer smilin' the whole time\n  start_ms: 94590\n  end_ms: 96180\n- text: While jotting verbal photography\n  start_ms: 96180\n  end_ms: 97870\n- text: Her eyes mahogany\n  start_ms: 97870\n  end_ms: 99150\n- text: I flashed to a photo in my mind of a body bludgeoned with slashed arteries\n  start_ms: 99150\n  end_ms: 103000\n- text: Pardon me, back to the case, slap in the face\n  start_ms: 103000\n  end_ms: 105330\n- text: Examinin' the jury similar to cracking a safe\n  start_ms: 105330\n  end_ms: 107740\n- text: What happens to bass? 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ME.\n  start_ms: 131000\n  end_ms: 133530\n- text: 'Consider this: the loops are similar to clitorises exposed'\n  start_ms: 133530\n  end_ms: 136700\n- text: On your miss is a hole, a vicious cycle of SIN!\n  start_ms: 136700\n  end_ms: 139360\n- text: That doesn't end til' I stop fuckin'\n  start_ms: 139360\n  end_ms: 141500\n- text: A million emcees and they ain't sayin' nuttin'\n  start_ms: 141500\n  end_ms: 144070\n- text: Ain't fuckin it right, they ain't fuckin' it right\n  start_ms: 144070\n  end_ms: 146490\n- text: They ain't fuckin' it right, they ain't fuckin' it right\n  start_ms: 146490\n  end_ms: 149040\n- text: They ain't fuckin' it right, they ain't fuckin' it right\n  start_ms: 149040\n  end_ms: 151600\n- text: They ain't fuckin' it like... ME.\n  start_ms: 151600\n  end_ms: 153210\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 153210\nplain: |-\n  (Woman screaming)\n\n  I'm obsessed with multiple nude photographs of the beat in my room on the wall\n  Pondering the verse, fondling my balls\n  Witness a nigga who will take rap and chase it\n  Through an occupied dimly lit staircase and rape it\n  Grab the drums by the waistline (scratches)\n  I snatch the kick, kick the snare, and sodomize the bassline\n  Never waste time, I give the verse rabies\n  Cum on the chorus, tell the hook to swallow my babies\n  Maybe I might... switch! Let the witch live\n  The original plan was to kill the bitch on the bridge\n  Ditch the body parts off somewhere near the cresendo\n  When my innuendos elapse... my nezuenno attacks\n  The instrumental elapses,\n  Perhaps that's the only reason that I spared her life\n  You could solo my fuckin' vocals and I still get trife\n  Slice the rhythm... disfigure the face of the groove\n  For any fader that flies or knobs or button that moves\n\n  Consider this: the loops are similar to clitorises exposed\n  On your miss is a hole, a vicious cycle of SIN!\n  That doesn't end til' I stop fuckin'\n  A million emcees and they ain't sayin' nuttin'\n\n  Ain't fuckin it right, they ain't fuckin' it right\n  They ain't fuckin' it right, they ain't fuckin' it right\n  They ain't fuckin' it like... ME.\n\n  (Scratches)\n\n  She had the nerve to take the case to court\n  Knowin' I rape for sport\n  Took the stand cryin' denying her whole involvement, lying\n  Why would an ex-cop lie in a sex shop, fly linen down grinnin'\n  With my coat over my shoulder sittin'\n  Browsin' pornography (uhh!),\n  The stenographer smilin' the whole time\n  While jotting verbal photography\n  Her eyes mahogany\n  I flashed to a photo in my mind of a body bludgeoned with slashed arteries\n  Pardon me, back to the case, slap in the face\n  Examinin' the jury similar to cracking a safe\n  What happens to bass? 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ME.\n[01:11.62] (scratches)\n[01:21.94] She had the nerve to take the case to court\n[01:24.20] knowin' I rape for sport\n[01:25.50] Took the stand cryin' denying her whole involvement, lying\n[01:27.31] Why would an ex-cop lie in a sex shop, fly linen down grinnin'\n[01:31.22] With my coat over my shoulder sittin'\n[01:32.93] Browsin' pornography (uhh!),\n[01:34.59] the stenographer smilin' the whole time\n[01:36.18] While jotting verbal photography\n[01:37.87] Her eyes mahogany\n[01:39.15] I flashed to a photo in my mind of a body bludgeoned with slashed arteries\n[01:43.00] Pardon me, back to the case, slap in the face\n[01:45.33] Examinin' the jury similar to cracking a safe\n[01:47.74] What happens to bass? 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ME.\n[02:13.53] Consider this: the loops are similar to clitorises exposed\n[02:16.70] On your miss is a hole, a vicious cycle of SIN!\n[02:19.36] That doesn't end til' I stop fuckin'\n[02:21.50] A million emcees and they ain't sayin' nuttin'\n[02:24.07] Ain't fuckin it right, they ain't fuckin' it right\n[02:26.49] They ain't fuckin' it right, they ain't fuckin' it right\n[02:29.04] They ain't fuckin' it right, they ain't fuckin' it right\n[02:31.60] They ain't fuckin' it like... 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ME.\n\n  (scratches)\n\n  She had the nerve to take the case to court\n  knowin' I rape for sport\n  Took the stand cryin' denying her whole involvement, lying\n  Why would an ex-cop lie in a sex shop, fly linen down grinnin'\n  With my coat over my shoulder sittin'\n  Browsin' pornography (uhh!),\n  the stenographer smilin' the whole time\n  While jotting verbal photography\n  Her eyes mahogany\n  I flashed to a photo in my mind of a body bludgeoned with slashed arteries\n  Pardon me, back to the case, slap in the face\n  Examinin' the jury similar to cracking a safe\n  What happens to bass? 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ME.\n"},{"id":28913470,"name":"04 Rape","trackName":"04 Rape","artistName":"Pharoahe Monch","albumName":"Internal Affairs","duration":155.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(woman screaming)\n\nI'm obsessed with multiple nude photographs of the beat in my room on the wall\nPondering the verse, fondling my balls\nWitness a nigga who will take rap and chase it\nThrough an occupied dimly lit staircase and rape it\nGrab the drums by the waistline (scratches)\nI snatch the kick, kick the snare, and sodomize the bassline\nNever waste time, I give the verse rabies\nCum on the chorus, tell the hook to swallow my babies\nMaybe I might... switch! Let the witch live\nThe original plan was to kill the bitch on the bridge\nDitch the body parts off somewhere near the cresendo\nWhen my innuendos elapse... my nezuenno attacks\nThe instrumental elapses,\nperhaps that's the only reason that I spared her life\nYou could solo my fuckin' vocals and I still get trife\nSlice the rhythm... disfigure the face of the groove\nFor any fader that flies or knobs or button that moves\n\nConsider this: the loops are similar to clitorises exposed\nOn your miss is a hole, a vicious cycle of SIN!\nThat doesn't end til' I stop fuckin'\nA million emcees and they ain't sayin' nuttin'\n\nAin't fuckin it right, they ain't fuckin' it right\nThey ain't fuckin' it right, they ain't fuckin' it right\nThey ain't fuckin' it like... ME.\n\n(scratches)\n\nShe had the nerve to take the case to court\nknowin' I rape for sport\nTook the stand cryin' denying her whole involvement, lying\nWhy would an ex-cop lie in a sex shop, fly linen down grinnin'\nWith my coat over my shoulder sittin'\nBrowsin' pornography (uhh!),\nthe stenographer smilin' the whole time\nWhile jotting verbal photography\nHer eyes mahogany\nI flashed to a photo in my mind of a body bludgeoned with slashed arteries\nPardon me, back to the case, slap in the face\nExaminin' the jury similar to cracking a safe\nWhat happens to bass? 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ME.\n[01:11.62] (scratches)\n[01:21.94] She had the nerve to take the case to court\n[01:24.20] knowin' I rape for sport\n[01:25.50] Took the stand cryin' denying her whole involvement, lying\n[01:27.31] Why would an ex-cop lie in a sex shop, fly linen down grinnin'\n[01:31.22] With my coat over my shoulder sittin'\n[01:32.93] Browsin' pornography (uhh!),\n[01:34.59] the stenographer smilin' the whole time\n[01:36.18] While jotting verbal photography\n[01:37.87] Her eyes mahogany\n[01:39.15] I flashed to a photo in my mind of a body bludgeoned with slashed arteries\n[01:43.00] Pardon me, back to the case, slap in the face\n[01:45.33] Examinin' the jury similar to cracking a safe\n[01:47.74] What happens to bass? 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ME.\n[02:13.53] Consider this: the loops are similar to clitorises exposed\n[02:16.70] On your miss is a hole, a vicious cycle of SIN!\n[02:19.36] That doesn't end til' I stop fuckin'\n[02:21.50] A million emcees and they ain't sayin' nuttin'\n[02:24.07] Ain't fuckin it right, they ain't fuckin' it right\n[02:26.49] They ain't fuckin' it right, they ain't fuckin' it right\n[02:29.04] They ain't fuckin' it right, they ain't fuckin' it right\n[02:31.60] They ain't fuckin' it like... 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