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Wu-Tang!\nOnce upon a time, we was labeled the murder capital\nEar wide velour, FILA suit with the cable\nDo or die, kill or be killed, streets are murder\nNinja mask, killers on bikes, get your man lift\nSock on the toe of the Bally for the gearshift\nAdrenaline pump the pulse, killer instinct\nTrigger finger start to itch, my bad eye twitch\nCut from the fabric of the rolly rich\nThese are the rules, got a fam like killers that don't snitch\nWhite killers like carbon monoxide when doves cry\nMasta Killa mic assassin, you all die\nSlow, I move in silence, you won't hear a peep\nKillers that'll kill you for real in one heartbeat\nSlid to get y'all weak, we kill concrete\nSpin it back and catch the beat, I squeeze mic heat\nI squeeze mic heat\nWu-tang! Wu-Tang! Wu-tang! Wu-Tang!\nR.a.! The-The-The Rugged Man!\nWu-tang! Wu-Tang! Wu-tang! Wu-Tang!\nDummy, wanna fight me? Try me\nEvery record label sucks dick\nEyes Wide Shut masquerade, got Bob dancin'\nI'm in the mosh pit at the Rothschild mansion\nI'm Coleman Austin, Thorburn, John Foreman\nA livin' baptism in the river of Jordan\nRock bells when I kick the gospel, gods fell\nAbort rappers like Kermit Gosnell, I'm not well\nBlack gestapos, white broncos, drop those\nWhen the Glock blows, turn your face into potholes\nAlways had the hot flows since a booger snotnose\nMama couldn't afford us, she shoulda kept her twat closed\nFill a stadium, baby Damien\nI'll sell a weapon to an Iranian, then I'll sell a Russian uranium\nI'm Coretta, sever the head of the negative, never let 'em live\nI'll put you to bed like Mr. Huxtable with a sedative\nI am the filthy dirty degenerate representative of Juice Crew\nTerror to the era terrorists, no they won't protect ya\nThey're throwin' up the bone collector\nBullet to the dome, welcome to the home of Phil Spector\nI toss 'em and flip 'em, ragdoll status\nThe murder, the madness\nFrom Mad Dog Mattis\nSing\nRoll with R.A the dongogan\nAlongside XX3eme the odd man\nRifle spit fire like dragon\nQuickly send dem to de Lord and\nWho dem ah dis? Who dem ah dis? (Yah!)\nWho dem ah dis? Who dem ah dis? (Yah!)\nFood haffi eat, thugs never miss (nah!)\nWe send dem a mark we go reminisce\nWu-tang! Wu-Tang! Wu-tang! Wu-Tang!\nJuice Crew All-Stars, oh my goodness\nJuice Crew All-Stars, oh my goodness\nG Rap's known 'cause I'm bad to the bone\nI kill 'em executioner style\nI'm Kool G Rap\nI'm Kool G Rap\nPoison\nG ran with the thieves and the bandits\nToast click, don't make me leave you in transit\nDon't even think about seizin' no chances\nThis shit make birds flee from their branches\nIf it ain't cheese where your hands is\nWe gon' leave you like Christopher Reeves in some pampers\nDon't sneeze, and you panic or breathe when we stand at reach\nAnd you gon' bleed on your dandruff\nClose steel, better hold still\nThey gon' find you with left with no grill like you're roadkill\nFlashin' lights in the night, not from camera shots\nThose the type from the ice in the random shops\nWhere the mothers come and candle blocks\nBodies rot in abandoned lots\nHelicopters and the vans is SWAT\nCannibalism, scams and plots\nVandalism, grams and rocks\nStay in the kitchen, handle pots\nHandle riches, hammer's cocked\nMan in prison, man forgot\nTattooed teardrop and the can pop\nDon't stop, won't stop\nHip hop can't stop\nRoll with R.A the dongogan\nAlongside XX3eme the odd man\nRifle spit fire like dragon\nQuickly send dem to de Lord and\nWho dem ah dis? Who dem ah dis? (Yah!)\nWho dem ah dis? Who dem ah dis? (Yah!)\nFood haffi eat, thugs never miss (nah!)\nWe send dem a mark we go reminisce\nWu-tang! Wu-Tang! Wu-tang! Wu-Tang!\nJuice Crew All-Stars, oh my goodness\nJuice Crew All-Stars, oh my goodness","syncedLyrics":"[00:15.74] Yo, we got killer Glocks loaded up with killer shots\n[00:18.72] To killer cops playin' the block with killer rocks\n[00:20.67] High-voltage guns that let off kilowatts\n[00:22.73] Big c-lo games that only got killer knots\n[00:25.03] Nothin' but killers in here that'll straight kill your career\n[00:27.67] The bullshit is killin' my ears\n[00:29.13] Kill a red carpet, geared to kill a premiere\n[00:31.31] This is Ghostface Killah, no killa with deer\n[00:33.42] Killer fashion, watch how I kill 'em with rose\n[00:35.42] With the classic Wallabees with the colorful soles\n[00:37.46] My killer actions leave fake killers exposed\n[00:39.62] There's no relaxin' when you see my killers on patrol\n[00:41.98] We got killers on parole that's real ill since Bill Bill\n[00:44.84] That'll fuck around and Kill Bill\n[00:46.31] Born in the killer Stapleton thriller\n[00:48.38] Ghostface Killah, yo, it only get realer\n[00:50.75] Wu-tang! Wu-Tang! Wu-tang! Wu-Tang!\n[00:59.20] Once upon a time, we was labeled the murder capital\n[01:01.21] Ear wide velour, FILA suit with the cable\n[01:03.34] Do or die, kill or be killed, streets are murder\n[01:05.39] Ninja mask, killers on bikes, get your man lift\n[01:07.66] Sock on the toe of the Bally for the gearshift\n[01:09.77] Adrenaline pump the pulse, killer instinct\n[01:11.79] Trigger finger start to itch, my bad eye twitch\n[01:14.00] Cut from the fabric of the rolly rich\n[01:15.84] These are the rules, got a fam like killers that don't snitch\n[01:18.05] White killers like carbon monoxide when doves cry\n[01:20.28] Masta Killa mic assassin, you all die\n[01:22.43] Slow, I move in silence, you won't hear a peep\n[01:24.78] Killers that'll kill you for real in one heartbeat\n[01:26.79] Slid to get y'all weak, we kill concrete\n[01:28.94] Spin it back and catch the beat, I squeeze mic heat\n[01:32.00] I squeeze mic heat\n[01:33.21] Wu-tang! Wu-Tang! Wu-tang! Wu-Tang!\n[01:37.31] R.a.! The-The-The Rugged Man!\n[01:41.38] Wu-tang! Wu-Tang! Wu-tang! Wu-Tang!\n[01:45.74] Dummy, wanna fight me? Try me\n[01:47.86] Every record label sucks dick\n[01:49.84] Eyes Wide Shut masquerade, got Bob dancin'\n[01:52.24] I'm in the mosh pit at the Rothschild mansion\n[01:54.36] I'm Coleman Austin, Thorburn, John Foreman\n[01:56.47] A livin' baptism in the river of Jordan\n[01:58.49] Rock bells when I kick the gospel, gods fell\n[02:00.50] Abort rappers like Kermit Gosnell, I'm not well\n[02:02.80] Black gestapos, white broncos, drop those\n[02:04.73] When the Glock blows, turn your face into potholes\n[02:06.93] Always had the hot flows since a booger snotnose\n[02:09.13] Mama couldn't afford us, she shoulda kept her twat closed\n[02:11.24] Fill a stadium, baby Damien\n[02:12.78] I'll sell a weapon to an Iranian, then I'll sell a Russian uranium\n[02:15.67] I'm Coretta, sever the head of the negative, never let 'em live\n[02:17.83] I'll put you to bed like Mr. Huxtable with a sedative\n[02:19.93] I am the filthy dirty degenerate representative of Juice Crew\n[02:22.61] Terror to the era terrorists, no they won't protect ya\n[02:24.99] They're throwin' up the bone collector\n[02:26.26] Bullet to the dome, welcome to the home of Phil Spector\n[02:28.41] I toss 'em and flip 'em, ragdoll status\n[02:30.43] The murder, the madness\n[02:31.64] From Mad Dog Mattis\n[02:32.83] Sing\n[02:33.35] Roll with R.A the dongogan\n[02:35.09] Alongside XX3eme the odd man\n[02:37.20] Rifle spit fire like dragon\n[02:39.25] Quickly send dem to de Lord and\n[02:41.35] Who dem ah dis? Who dem ah dis? (Yah!)\n[02:43.53] Who dem ah dis? Who dem ah dis? (Yah!)\n[02:45.39] Food haffi eat, thugs never miss (nah!)\n[02:47.54] We send dem a mark we go reminisce\n[02:49.69] Wu-tang! Wu-Tang! Wu-tang! Wu-Tang!\n[02:53.83] Juice Crew All-Stars, oh my goodness\n[02:56.21] Juice Crew All-Stars, oh my goodness\n[02:58.24] G Rap's known 'cause I'm bad to the bone\n[03:00.42] I kill 'em executioner style\n[03:02.53] I'm Kool G Rap\n[03:03.56] I'm Kool G Rap\n[03:05.73] Poison\n[03:06.83] G ran with the thieves and the bandits\n[03:08.79] Toast click, don't make me leave you in transit\n[03:11.09] Don't even think about seizin' no chances\n[03:13.13] This shit make birds flee from their branches\n[03:15.32] If it ain't cheese where your hands is\n[03:17.37] We gon' leave you like Christopher Reeves in some pampers\n[03:19.68] Don't sneeze, and you panic or breathe when we stand at reach\n[03:22.38] And you gon' bleed on your dandruff\n[03:23.85] Close steel, better hold still\n[03:25.52] They gon' find you with left with no grill like you're roadkill\n[03:28.18] Flashin' lights in the night, not from camera shots\n[03:30.29] Those the type from the ice in the random shops\n[03:32.49] Where the mothers come and candle blocks\n[03:34.26] Bodies rot in abandoned lots\n[03:35.91] Helicopters and the vans is SWAT\n[03:37.38] Cannibalism, scams and plots\n[03:39.09] Vandalism, grams and rocks\n[03:40.60] Stay in the kitchen, handle pots\n[03:42.42] Handle riches, hammer's cocked\n[03:43.65] Man in prison, man forgot\n[03:45.44] Tattooed teardrop and the can pop\n[03:47.08] Don't stop, won't stop\n[03:48.60] Hip hop can't stop\n[03:49.58] Roll with R.A the dongogan\n[03:51.84] Alongside XX3eme the odd man\n[03:53.88] Rifle spit fire like dragon\n[03:56.02] Quickly send dem to de Lord and\n[03:58.14] Who dem ah dis? Who dem ah dis? (Yah!)\n[04:00.09] Who dem ah dis? Who dem ah dis? (Yah!)\n[04:01.92] Food haffi eat, thugs never miss (nah!)\n[04:04.13] We send dem a mark we go reminisce\n[04:06.31] Wu-tang! Wu-Tang! Wu-tang! Wu-Tang!\n[04:10.36] Juice Crew All-Stars, oh my goodness\n[04:12.62] Juice Crew All-Stars, oh my goodness","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Dragon Fire\n  artist: R.A. the Rugged Man\n  album: Dragon Fire\n  duration_ms: 275000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yo, we got killer Glocks loaded up with killer shots\n  start_ms: 15740\n  end_ms: 18720\n- text: To killer cops playin' the block with killer rocks\n  start_ms: 18720\n  end_ms: 20670\n- text: High-voltage guns that let off kilowatts\n  start_ms: 20670\n  end_ms: 22730\n- text: Big c-lo games that only got killer knots\n  start_ms: 22730\n  end_ms: 25030\n- text: Nothin' but killers in here that'll straight kill your career\n  start_ms: 25030\n  end_ms: 27670\n- text: The bullshit is killin' my ears\n  start_ms: 27670\n  end_ms: 29130\n- text: Kill a red carpet, geared to kill a premiere\n  start_ms: 29130\n  end_ms: 31310\n- text: This is Ghostface Killah, no killa with deer\n  start_ms: 31310\n  end_ms: 33420\n- text: Killer fashion, watch how I kill 'em with rose\n  start_ms: 33420\n  end_ms: 35420\n- text: With the classic Wallabees with the colorful soles\n  start_ms: 35420\n  end_ms: 37460\n- text: My killer actions leave fake killers exposed\n  start_ms: 37460\n  end_ms: 39620\n- text: There's no relaxin' when you see my killers on patrol\n  start_ms: 39620\n  end_ms: 41980\n- text: We got killers on parole that's real ill since Bill Bill\n  start_ms: 41980\n  end_ms: 44840\n- text: That'll fuck around and Kill Bill\n  start_ms: 44840\n  end_ms: 46310\n- text: Born in the killer Stapleton thriller\n  start_ms: 46310\n  end_ms: 48380\n- text: Ghostface Killah, yo, it only get realer\n  start_ms: 48380\n  end_ms: 50750\n- text: Wu-tang! 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Wu-Tang! Wu-tang! Wu-Tang!\n  Once upon a time, we was labeled the murder capital\n  Ear wide velour, FILA suit with the cable\n  Do or die, kill or be killed, streets are murder\n  Ninja mask, killers on bikes, get your man lift\n  Sock on the toe of the Bally for the gearshift\n  Adrenaline pump the pulse, killer instinct\n  Trigger finger start to itch, my bad eye twitch\n  Cut from the fabric of the rolly rich\n  These are the rules, got a fam like killers that don't snitch\n  White killers like carbon monoxide when doves cry\n  Masta Killa mic assassin, you all die\n  Slow, I move in silence, you won't hear a peep\n  Killers that'll kill you for real in one heartbeat\n  Slid to get y'all weak, we kill concrete\n  Spin it back and catch the beat, I squeeze mic heat\n  I squeeze mic heat\n  Wu-tang! Wu-Tang! Wu-tang! Wu-Tang!\n  R.a.! The-The-The Rugged Man!\n  Wu-tang! Wu-Tang! Wu-tang! Wu-Tang!\n  Dummy, wanna fight me? Try me\n  Every record label sucks dick\n  Eyes Wide Shut masquerade, got Bob dancin'\n  I'm in the mosh pit at the Rothschild mansion\n  I'm Coleman Austin, Thorburn, John Foreman\n  A livin' baptism in the river of Jordan\n  Rock bells when I kick the gospel, gods fell\n  Abort rappers like Kermit Gosnell, I'm not well\n  Black gestapos, white broncos, drop those\n  When the Glock blows, turn your face into potholes\n  Always had the hot flows since a booger snotnose\n  Mama couldn't afford us, she shoulda kept her twat closed\n  Fill a stadium, baby Damien\n  I'll sell a weapon to an Iranian, then I'll sell a Russian uranium\n  I'm Coretta, sever the head of the negative, never let 'em live\n  I'll put you to bed like Mr. Huxtable with a sedative\n  I am the filthy dirty degenerate representative of Juice Crew\n  Terror to the era terrorists, no they won't protect ya\n  They're throwin' up the bone collector\n  Bullet to the dome, welcome to the home of Phil Spector\n  I toss 'em and flip 'em, ragdoll status\n  The murder, the madness\n  From Mad Dog Mattis\n  Sing\n  Roll with R.A the dongogan\n  Alongside XX3eme the odd man\n  Rifle spit fire like dragon\n  Quickly send dem to de Lord and\n  Who dem ah dis? Who dem ah dis? (Yah!)\n  Who dem ah dis? Who dem ah dis? (Yah!)\n  Food haffi eat, thugs never miss (nah!)\n  We send dem a mark we go reminisce\n  Wu-tang! Wu-Tang! Wu-tang! 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Wu-Tang!\n\nOnce upon a time, we was labeled the murder capital\nEar wide velour, FILA suit with the cable\nDo or die, kill or be killed, streets are murder\nNinja mask, killers on bikes, get your man lift\nSock on the toe of the Bally for the gearshift\nAdrenaline pump the pulse, killer instinct\nTrigger finger start to itch, my bad eye twitch\nCut from the fabric of the raw lyric\nThese are the rules, got a fam of killers that don't snitch\nQuiet killers like carbon monoxide when doves cry\nMasta Killa mic assassin, you all die\nSlow, I move in silence, you won't hear a peep\nKillers that'll kill you for real in one heartbeat\nSlid to get y'all weak, we kill concrete\nSpin it back and catch the beat, I squeeze mic heat\nHah, I squeeze my heat\n\nWu-Tang! Wu-Tang! Wu-Tang! Wu-Tang!\nR.A.! The-The-The Rugged Man!\nWu-Tang! Wu-Tang! Wu-Tang! Wu-Tang!Dummy, wanna fight me? Try me\nEvery record label sucks dick\n\nEyes Wide Shut masquerade, got wild dancin'\nI'm in the moshpit at the Rothschild mansion\nI'm Corman, Orson, Thorburn, John Boorman\nThe living baptism in the river of Jordan\nRock bells when I kick the gospel, gods fell\nAbort rappers like Kermit Gosnell, I'm not well\nBlack gestapos, white broncos, drop those\nWhen the Glock blows, turn your face into potholes\nAlways had the hot flows since a booger snotnose\nMama couldn't afford us, she shoulda kept her twat closed\nFill a stadium, baby Damien\nI'll sell a weapon to an Iranian, then I'll sell a Russian uranium\nBeretta sever the head of the negative, never let 'em live\nI'll put you to bed like Mr. Huxtable with a sedative\nI am the filthy dirty degenerate representative, a Juice Crew\nTerror to the era terrorist\nNo they won't protect ya, the throne of The Bone Collector\nBullet to the dome, welcome to the home of Phil Spector\nI toss 'em and flip 'em, ragdoll status\nThe murder, the madness of Mad Dog Mattis\nSing\n\nYou are wit' R.A. de Don Gorgon\n'Longside Xeme de yardman\nRifle spit fire like dragon\nQuickly send dem to de Lord and\nWho dem ah dis? Who dem ah dis? (Yah!)\nWho dem ah dis? Who dem ah dis? (Yah!)\nFood haffi eat, dawgs never miss (Nah!)\nWe send dem a mile, they gon' reminisce\n\nWu-Tang! Wu-Tang! Wu-Tang! Wu-Tang!\nJuice Crew All-Stars, oh my goodness\nJuice Crew All-Stars,\nOh my goodnessG Rap's known 'cause I'm bad to the bone\nI kill 'em executioner style!\nI'm Kool G Rap\nI'm Kool G Rap, poison\n\nG ran with the thieves and the bandits\nToast click, don't make me leave you in transit\nDon't even think about seizin' no chances\nThis shit make birds flee from they branches\nIf it ain't cheese where your hands is\nWe gon' leave you like Christopher Reeves in some Pampers\nDon't sneeze, and you panic or breathe\nWhen we stand at reach and you gon' bleed on your dandruff\nClose steel, better hold still\nThey gon' find you with left with no grill like you're roadkill\nFlashin' lights in the night, not from camera shots\nThose the type from the ice in the random shops\nWhere the mothers come and candle blocks\nBodies rot in abandoned lots\nHelicopters and the vans is SWAT, cannibalism, scams and plots\nVandalism, grams and rocks\nStay in the kitchen, handle pots, handle riches, hammer's cocked\nMan in prison, man forgot\nTattoo teardrop and the can pop\nDon't stop, won't stop, hip hop can't stop\n\nYou are wit' R.A. de Don Gorgon\n'Longside Xeme de yardman\nRifle spit fire like dragon\nQuickly send dem to de Lord and\nWho dem ah dis? Who dem ah dis? (Yah!)\nWho dem ah dis? Who dem ah dis? (Yah!)\nFood haffi eat, dawgs never miss (Nah!)\nWe send dem a mile, they gon' reminisce\n\nWu-Tang! Wu-Tang! Wu-Tang! Wu-Tang!\nJuice Crew All-Stars, oh my goodness\nJuice Crew All-Stars, oh my goodness","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.77] You're not dead!\n[00:05.57] I'm a killer, that's why - killers don't die so easy\n[00:08.54] Even though your so-called loyal clans all got together\n[00:12.17] And tried to kill me! Hahahaha\n[00:14.77] Ah! 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Try me\n  Every record label sucks dick\n\n  Eyes Wide Shut masquerade, got wild dancin'\n  I'm in the moshpit at the Rothschild mansion\n  I'm Corman, Orson, Thorburn, John Boorman\n  The living baptism in the river of Jordan\n  Rock bells when I kick the gospel, gods fell\n  Abort rappers like Kermit Gosnell, I'm not well\n  Black gestapos, white broncos, drop those\n  When the Glock blows, turn your face into potholes\n  Always had the hot flows since a booger snotnose\n  Mama couldn't afford us, she shoulda kept her twat closed\n  Fill a stadium, baby Damien\n  I'll sell a weapon to an Iranian, then I'll sell a Russian uranium\n  Beretta sever the head of the negative, never let 'em live\n  I'll put you to bed like Mr. Huxtable with a sedative\n  I am the filthy dirty degenerate representative, a Juice Crew\n  Terror to the era terrorist\n  No they won't protect ya, the throne of The Bone Collector\n  Bullet to the dome, welcome to the home of Phil Spector\n  I toss 'em and flip 'em, ragdoll status\n  The murder, the madness of Mad Dog Mattis\n  Sing\n\n  You are wit' R.A. de Don Gorgon\n  'Longside Xeme de yardman\n  Rifle spit fire like dragon\n  Quickly send dem to de Lord and\n  Who dem ah dis? Who dem ah dis? (Yah!)\n  Who dem ah dis? Who dem ah dis? (Yah!)\n  Food haffi eat, dawgs never miss (Nah!)\n  We send dem a mile, they gon' reminisce\n\n  Wu-Tang! Wu-Tang! Wu-Tang! 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Who dem ah dis? (Yah!)\n  Who dem ah dis? Who dem ah dis? (Yah!)\n  Food haffi eat, dawgs never miss (Nah!)\n  We send dem a mile, they gon' reminisce\n\n  Wu-Tang! Wu-Tang! Wu-Tang! Wu-Tang!\n  Juice Crew All-Stars, oh my goodness\n  Juice Crew All-Stars, oh my goodness\n"},{"id":11429941,"name":"Dragon Fire","trackName":"Dragon Fire","artistName":"R.A. the Rugged Man","albumName":"All My Heroes Are Dead","duration":275.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yo, we got killer Glocks loaded up with killer shots\nTo killer cops playin' the block with killer rocks\nHigh-voltage guns that let off kilowatts\nBig c-lo games that only got killer knots\nNothin' but killers in here that'll straight kill your career\nThe bullshit is killin' my ears\nKill a red carpet, geared to kill a premiere\nThis is Ghostface Killah, no killa with deer\nKiller fashion, watch how I kill 'em with rose\nWith the classic Wallabees with the colorful soles\nMy killer actions leave fake killers exposed\nThere's no relaxin' when you see my killers on patrol\nWe got killers on parole that's real ill since Bill Bill\nThat'll fuck around and Kill Bill\nBorn in the killer Stapleton thriller\nGhostface Killah, yo, it only get realer\nWu-tang! 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Who dem ah dis? (Yah!)\nWho dem ah dis? Who dem ah dis? (Yah!)\nFood haffi eat, thugs never miss (nah!)\nWe send dem a mark we go reminisce\nWu-tang! Wu-Tang! Wu-tang! 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Who dem ah dis? (Yah!)\nWho dem ah dis? Who dem ah dis? (Yah!)\nFood haffi eat, dawgs never miss (Nah!)\nWe send dem a mile, they gon' reminisce\n\nWu-Tang! Wu-Tang! Wu-Tang! Wu-Tang!\nJuice Crew All-Stars, oh my goodness\nJuice Crew All-Stars,\nOh my goodnessG Rap's known 'cause I'm bad to the bone\nI kill 'em executioner style!\nI'm Kool G Rap\nI'm Kool G Rap, poison\n\nG ran with the thieves and the bandits\nToast click, don't make me leave you in transit\nDon't even think about seizin' no chances\nThis shit make birds flee from they branches\nIf it ain't cheese where your hands is\nWe gon' leave you like Christopher Reeves in some Pampers\nDon't sneeze, and you panic or breathe\nWhen we stand at reach and you gon' bleed on your dandruff\nClose steel, better hold still\nThey gon' find you with left with no grill like you're roadkill\nFlashin' lights in the night, not from camera shots\nThose the type from the ice in the random shops\nWhere the mothers come and candle blocks\nBodies rot in abandoned lots\nHelicopters and the vans is SWAT, cannibalism, scams and plots\nVandalism, grams and rocks\nStay in the kitchen, handle pots, handle riches, hammer's cocked\nMan in prison, man forgot\nTattoo teardrop and the can pop\nDon't stop, won't stop, hip hop can't stop\n\nYou are wit' R.A. de Don Gorgon\n'Longside Xeme de yardman\nRifle spit fire like dragon\nQuickly send dem to de Lord and\nWho dem ah dis? Who dem ah dis? (Yah!)\nWho dem ah dis? Who dem ah dis? (Yah!)\nFood haffi eat, dawgs never miss (Nah!)\nWe send dem a mile, they gon' reminisce\n\nWu-Tang! Wu-Tang! Wu-Tang! Wu-Tang!\nJuice Crew All-Stars, oh my goodness\nJuice Crew All-Stars, oh my goodness","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.77] You're not dead!\n[00:05.57] I'm a killer, that's why - killers don't die so easy\n[00:08.54] Even though your so-called loyal clans all got together\n[00:12.17] And tried to kill me! Hahahaha\n[00:14.77] Ah! Ghost Face Killer!\n[00:16.38] Yo, we got killer Glocks, loaded up with killer shots\n[00:18.93] To killer cops, playin' the block with killer rocks\n[00:21.03] High-voltage guns that let off kilowatts\n[00:23.28] Big Cee-Lo games that only got killer knots\n[00:25.36] Nothin' but killers in here that'll straight kill your career\n[00:28.02] The bullshit is killin' my ears\n[00:29.47] Kill a red carpet, geared to kill a premiere\n[00:31.42] This is Ghostface Killah, no killer would dare\n[00:33.76] Killer fashion, watch how I kill 'em with rolls\n[00:35.80] With the classic Wallabees with the colorful soles\n[00:37.97] My killer actions leave fake killers exposed\n[00:40.03] There's no relaxin' when you see my killers on patrol\n[00:42.36] We got killers on parole that's real ill since Bill Bill\n[00:45.46] That'll fuck around and kill Bill\n[00:46.61] Born in the killer Stapletown thriller\n[00:48.69] Ghostface Killah, yo, it only get realer\n[00:50.93] Wu-Tang! Wu-Tang! Wu-Tang! Wu-Tang\n[00:58.42] Once upon a time, we was labeled the murder capital\n[01:01.57] Ear wide velour, FILA suit with the cable\n[01:03.82] Do or die, kill or be killed, streets are murder\n[01:05.94] Ninja mask, killers on bikes, get your man lift\n[01:08.24] Sock on the toe of the Bally for the gearshift\n[01:10.13] Adrenaline pump the pulse, killer instinct\n[01:12.49] Trigger finger start to itch, my bad eye twitch\n[01:14.59] Cut from the fabric of the raw lyric\n[01:16.40] These are the rules, got a fam of killers that don't snitch\n[01:18.46] Quiet killers like carbon monoxide when doves cry\n[01:20.96] Masta Killa mic assassin, you all die\n[01:23.03] Slow, I move in silence, you won't hear a peep\n[01:25.04] Killers that'll kill you for real in one heartbeat\n[01:27.24] Slid to get y'all weak, we kill concrete\n[01:29.42] Spin it back and catch the beat, I squeeze mic heat\n[01:31.57] Heh, I squeeze my heat\n[01:33.68] Wu-Tang! Wu-Tang! Wu-Tang! Wu-Tang\n[01:37.70] R.A.! 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Try me\n[01:48.37] Every record label sucks dick\n[01:50.36] Eyes Wide Shut masquerade, got wild dancin'\n[01:52.87] I'm in the moshpit at the Rothschild mansion\n[01:54.97] I'm Corman, Orson, Thorburn, John Boorman\n[01:56.93] The living baptism in the river of Jordan\n[01:58.90] Rock bells when I kick the gospel, gods fell\n[02:01.03] Abort rappers like Kermit Gosnell, I'm not well\n[02:03.20] Black gestapos, white Broncos, drop those\n[02:05.32] When the Glock blows, turn your face into potholes\n[02:07.53] Always had the hot flows since a booger snotnose\n[02:09.74] Mama couldn't afford us, she shoulda kept her twat closed\n[02:11.84] Fill a stadium, baby Damien\n[02:13.31] I'll sell a weapon to an Iranian, then I'll sell a Russian uranium\n[02:16.17] Beretta sever the head of the negative, never let 'em live\n[02:18.49] I'll put you to bed like Mr. Huxtable with a sedative\n[02:20.46] I am the filthy dirty degenerate representative, a Juice Crew\n[02:23.19] Terror to the era terrorist\n[02:24.47] No, they won't protect ya, the throne of The Bone Collector\n[02:26.75] Bullet to the dome, welcome to the home of Phil Spector\n[02:28.98] I toss 'em and flip 'em, ragdoll status\n[02:31.14] The murder, the madness of Mad Dog Mattis\n[02:33.12] Sing\n[02:33.62] You are wit' R.A. de Don Gorgon\n[02:35.58] 'Longside Xx3eme de yardman\n[02:37.67] Rifle spit fire like dragon\n[02:39.74] Quickly send dem to de Lord and\n[02:41.96] Who dem ah dis? 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Ghost Face Killer!\n\n  Yo, we got killer Glocks, loaded up with killer shots\n  To killer cops, playin' the block with killer rocks\n  High-voltage guns that let off kilowatts\n  Big Cee-Lo games that only got killer knots\n  Nothin' but killers in here that'll straight kill your career\n  The bullshit is killin' my ears\n  Kill a red carpet, geared to kill a premiere\n  This is Ghostface Killah, no killer would dare\n  Killer fashion, watch how I kill 'em with rolls\n  With the classic Wallabees with the colorful soles\n  My killer actions leave fake killers exposed\n  There's no relaxin' when you see my killers on patrol\n  We got killers on parole that's real ill since Bill Bill\n  That'll fuck around and kill Bill\n  Born in the killer Stapletown thriller\n  Ghostface Killah, yo, it only get realer\n\n  Wu-Tang! Wu-Tang! Wu-Tang! Wu-Tang!\n\n  Once upon a time, we was labeled the murder capital\n  Ear wide velour, FILA suit with the cable\n  Do or die, kill or be killed, streets are murder\n  Ninja mask, killers on bikes, get your man lift\n  Sock on the toe of the Bally for the gearshift\n  Adrenaline pump the pulse, killer instinct\n  Trigger finger start to itch, my bad eye twitch\n  Cut from the fabric of the raw lyric\n  These are the rules, got a fam of killers that don't snitch\n  Quiet killers like carbon monoxide when doves cry\n  Masta Killa mic assassin, you all die\n  Slow, I move in silence, you won't hear a peep\n  Killers that'll kill you for real in one heartbeat\n  Slid to get y'all weak, we kill concrete\n  Spin it back and catch the beat, I squeeze mic heat\n  Hah, I squeeze my heat\n\n  Wu-Tang! Wu-Tang! Wu-Tang! Wu-Tang!\n  R.A.! The-The-The Rugged Man!\n  Wu-Tang! Wu-Tang! Wu-Tang! Wu-Tang!Dummy, wanna fight me? Try me\n  Every record label sucks dick\n\n  Eyes Wide Shut masquerade, got wild dancin'\n  I'm in the moshpit at the Rothschild mansion\n  I'm Corman, Orson, Thorburn, John Boorman\n  The living baptism in the river of Jordan\n  Rock bells when I kick the gospel, gods fell\n  Abort rappers like Kermit Gosnell, I'm not well\n  Black gestapos, white broncos, drop those\n  When the Glock blows, turn your face into potholes\n  Always had the hot flows since a booger snotnose\n  Mama couldn't afford us, she shoulda kept her twat closed\n  Fill a stadium, baby Damien\n  I'll sell a weapon to an Iranian, then I'll sell a Russian uranium\n  Beretta sever the head of the negative, never let 'em live\n  I'll put you to bed like Mr. Huxtable with a sedative\n  I am the filthy dirty degenerate representative, a Juice Crew\n  Terror to the era terrorist\n  No they won't protect ya, the throne of The Bone Collector\n  Bullet to the dome, welcome to the home of Phil Spector\n  I toss 'em and flip 'em, ragdoll status\n  The murder, the madness of Mad Dog Mattis\n  Sing\n\n  You are wit' R.A. de Don Gorgon\n  'Longside Xeme de yardman\n  Rifle spit fire like dragon\n  Quickly send dem to de Lord and\n  Who dem ah dis? Who dem ah dis? (Yah!)\n  Who dem ah dis? Who dem ah dis? (Yah!)\n  Food haffi eat, dawgs never miss (Nah!)\n  We send dem a mile, they gon' reminisce\n\n  Wu-Tang! Wu-Tang! Wu-Tang! 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Who dem ah dis? (Yah!)\nWho dem ah dis? Who dem ah dis? (Yah!)\nFood haffi eat, dawgs never miss (Nah!)\nWe send dem a mile, they gon' reminisce\n\nWu-Tang! Wu-Tang! Wu-Tang! 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Who dem ah dis? (Yah!)\n  Who dem ah dis? Who dem ah dis? (Yah!)\n  Food haffi eat, dawgs never miss (Nah!)\n  We send dem a mile, they gon' reminisce\n\n  Wu-Tang! Wu-Tang! Wu-Tang! 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Try me\n  Every record label sucks dick\n\n  Eyes Wide Shut masquerade, got wild dancin'\n  I'm in the moshpit at the Rothschild mansion\n  I'm Corman, Orson, Thorburn, John Boorman\n  The living baptism in the river of Jordan\n  Rock bells when I kick the gospel, gods fell\n  Abort rappers like Kermit Gosnell, I'm not well\n  Black gestapos, white broncos, drop those\n  When the Glock blows, turn your face into potholes\n  Always had the hot flows since a booger snotnose\n  Mama couldn't afford us, she shoulda kept her twat closed\n  Fill a stadium, baby Damien\n  I'll sell a weapon to an Iranian, then I'll sell a Russian uranium\n  Beretta sever the head of the negative, never let 'em live\n  I'll put you to bed like Mr. Huxtable with a sedative\n  I am the filthy dirty degenerate representative, a Juice Crew\n  Terror to the era terrorist\n  No they won't protect ya, the throne of The Bone Collector\n  Bullet to the dome, welcome to the home of Phil Spector\n  I toss 'em and flip 'em, ragdoll status\n  The murder, the madness of Mad Dog Mattis\n  Sing\n\n  You are wit' R.A. de Don Gorgon\n  'Longside Xeme de yardman\n  Rifle spit fire like dragon\n  Quickly send dem to de Lord and\n  Who dem ah dis? Who dem ah dis? (Yah!)\n  Who dem ah dis? Who dem ah dis? (Yah!)\n  Food haffi eat, dawgs never miss (Nah!)\n  We send dem a mile, they gon' reminisce\n\n  Wu-Tang! Wu-Tang! Wu-Tang! Wu-Tang!\n  Juice Crew All-Stars, oh my goodness\n  Juice Crew All-Stars,\n  oh my goodnessG Rap's known 'cause I'm bad to the bone\n  I kill 'em executioner style!\n  I'm Kool G Rap\n  I'm Kool G Rap, poison\n\n  G ran with the thieves and the bandits\n  Toast click, don't make me leave you in transit\n  Don't even think about seizin' no chances\n  This shit make birds flee from they branches\n  If it ain't cheese where your hands is\n  We gon' leave you like Christopher Reeves in some Pampers\n  Don't sneeze, and you panic or breathe\n  When we stand at reach and you gon' bleed on your dandruff\n  Close steel, better hold still\n  They gon' find you with left with no grill like you're roadkill\n  Flashin' lights in the night, not from camera shots\n  Those the type from the ice in the random shops\n  Where the mothers come and candle blocks\n  Bodies rot in abandoned lots\n  Helicopters and the vans is SWAT, cannibalism, scams and plots\n  Vandalism, grams and rocks\n  Stay in the kitchen, handle pots, handle riches, hammer's cocked\n  Man in prison, man forgot\n  Tattoo teardrop and the can pop\n  Don't stop, won't stop, hip hop can't stop\n\n  You are wit' R.A. de Don Gorgon\n  'Longside Xeme de yardman\n  Rifle spit fire like dragon\n  Quickly send dem to de Lord and\n  Who dem ah dis? Who dem ah dis? (Yah!)\n  Who dem ah dis? Who dem ah dis? (Yah!)\n  Food haffi eat, dawgs never miss (Nah!)\n  We send dem a mile, they gon' reminisce\n\n  Wu-Tang! Wu-Tang! Wu-Tang! Wu-Tang!\n  Juice Crew All-Stars, oh my goodness\n  Juice Crew All-Stars, oh my goodness\n"},{"id":12381103,"name":"Dragon Fire","trackName":"Dragon Fire","artistName":"R.A. The Rugged Man ft. Ghostface Killah, Masta Killa & Kool G Rap","albumName":"Singles 2019-2020","duration":275.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"You're not dead!\nI'm a killer, that's why, killers don't die so easy!\nEven though your so-called loyal clans all got together\nAnd tried to kill me! Hahahaha!\nAh! 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Who dem ah dis? (Yah!)\nWho dem ah dis? Who dem ah dis? (Yah!)\nFood haffi eat, dawgs never miss (Nah!)\nWe send dem a mile, they gon' reminisce\n\nWu-Tang! Wu-Tang! Wu-Tang! 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Who dem ah dis? (Yah!)\nWho dem ah dis? Who dem ah dis? (Yah!)\nFood haffi eat, dawgs never miss (Nah!)\nWe send dem a mile, they gon' reminisce\n\nWu-Tang! Wu-Tang! Wu-Tang! Wu-Tang!\nJuice Crew All-Stars, oh my goodness\nJuice Crew All-Stars, oh my goodness","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.77] You're not dead!\n[00:05.57] I'm a killer, that's why - killers don't die so easy\n[00:08.54] Even though your so-called loyal clans all got together\n[00:12.17] And tried to kill me! Hahahaha\n[00:14.77] Ah! 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Try me\n  Every record label sucks dick\n\n  Eyes Wide Shut masquerade, got wild dancin'\n  I'm in the moshpit at the Rothschild mansion\n  I'm Corman, Orson, Thorburn, John Boorman\n  The living baptism in the river of Jordan\n  Rock bells when I kick the gospel, gods fell\n  Abort rappers like Kermit Gosnell, I'm not well\n  Black gestapos, white broncos, drop those\n  When the Glock blows, turn your face into potholes\n  Always had the hot flows since a booger snotnose\n  Mama couldn't afford us, she shoulda kept her twat closed\n  Fill a stadium, baby Damien\n  I'll sell a weapon to an Iranian, then I'll sell a Russian uranium\n  Beretta sever the head of the negative, never let 'em live\n  I'll put you to bed like Mr. Huxtable with a sedative\n  I am the filthy dirty degenerate representative, a Juice Crew\n  Terror to the era terrorist\n  No they won't protect ya, the throne of The Bone Collector\n  Bullet to the dome, welcome to the home of Phil Spector\n  I toss 'em and flip 'em, ragdoll status\n  The murder, the madness of Mad Dog Mattis\n  Sing\n\n  You are wit' R.A. de Don Gorgon\n  'Longside Xeme de yardman\n  Rifle spit fire like dragon\n  Quickly send dem to de Lord and\n  Who dem ah dis? Who dem ah dis? (Yah!)\n  Who dem ah dis? Who dem ah dis? (Yah!)\n  Food haffi eat, dawgs never miss (Nah!)\n  We send dem a mile, they gon' reminisce\n\n  Wu-Tang! Wu-Tang! Wu-Tang! 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Wu-Tang!\nJuice Crew All-Stars, oh my goodness\nJuice Crew All-Stars,\nOh my goodnessG Rap's known 'cause I'm bad to the bone\nI kill 'em executioner style!\nI'm Kool G Rap\nI'm Kool G Rap, poison\n\nG ran with the thieves and the bandits\nToast click, don't make me leave you in transit\nDon't even think about seizin' no chances\nThis shit make birds flee from they branches\nIf it ain't cheese where your hands is\nWe gon' leave you like Christopher Reeves in some Pampers\nDon't sneeze, and you panic or breathe\nWhen we stand at reach and you gon' bleed on your dandruff\nClose steel, better hold still\nThey gon' find you with left with no grill like you're roadkill\nFlashin' lights in the night, not from camera shots\nThose the type from the ice in the random shops\nWhere the mothers come and candle blocks\nBodies rot in abandoned lots\nHelicopters and the vans is SWAT, cannibalism, scams and plots\nVandalism, grams and rocks\nStay in the kitchen, handle pots, handle riches, hammer's cocked\nMan in prison, man forgot\nTattoo teardrop and the can pop\nDon't stop, won't stop, hip hop can't stop\n\nYou are wit' R.A. de Don Gorgon\n'Longside Xeme de yardman\nRifle spit fire like dragon\nQuickly send dem to de Lord and\nWho dem ah dis? Who dem ah dis? (Yah!)\nWho dem ah dis? Who dem ah dis? (Yah!)\nFood haffi eat, dawgs never miss (Nah!)\nWe send dem a mile, they gon' reminisce\n\nWu-Tang! Wu-Tang! Wu-Tang! Wu-Tang!\nJuice Crew All-Stars, oh my goodness\nJuice Crew All-Stars, oh my goodness","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.77] You're not dead!\n[00:05.57] I'm a killer, that's why - killers don't die so easy\n[00:08.54] Even though your so-called loyal clans all got together\n[00:12.17] And tried to kill me! Hahahaha\n[00:14.77] Ah! 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Wu-Tang!\n\n  Once upon a time, we was labeled the murder capital\n  Ear wide velour, FILA suit with the cable\n  Do or die, kill or be killed, streets are murder\n  Ninja mask, killers on bikes, get your man lift\n  Sock on the toe of the Bally for the gearshift\n  Adrenaline pump the pulse, killer instinct\n  Trigger finger start to itch, my bad eye twitch\n  Cut from the fabric of the raw lyric\n  These are the rules, got a fam of killers that don't snitch\n  Quiet killers like carbon monoxide when doves cry\n  Masta Killa mic assassin, you all die\n  Slow, I move in silence, you won't hear a peep\n  Killers that'll kill you for real in one heartbeat\n  Slid to get y'all weak, we kill concrete\n  Spin it back and catch the beat, I squeeze mic heat\n  Hah, I squeeze my heat\n\n  Wu-Tang! Wu-Tang! Wu-Tang! Wu-Tang!\n  R.A.! The-The-The Rugged Man!\n  Wu-Tang! Wu-Tang! Wu-Tang! Wu-Tang!Dummy, wanna fight me? Try me\n  Every record label sucks dick\n\n  Eyes Wide Shut masquerade, got wild dancin'\n  I'm in the moshpit at the Rothschild mansion\n  I'm Corman, Orson, Thorburn, John Boorman\n  The living baptism in the river of Jordan\n  Rock bells when I kick the gospel, gods fell\n  Abort rappers like Kermit Gosnell, I'm not well\n  Black gestapos, white broncos, drop those\n  When the Glock blows, turn your face into potholes\n  Always had the hot flows since a booger snotnose\n  Mama couldn't afford us, she shoulda kept her twat closed\n  Fill a stadium, baby Damien\n  I'll sell a weapon to an Iranian, then I'll sell a Russian uranium\n  Beretta sever the head of the negative, never let 'em live\n  I'll put you to bed like Mr. Huxtable with a sedative\n  I am the filthy dirty degenerate representative, a Juice Crew\n  Terror to the era terrorist\n  No they won't protect ya, the throne of The Bone Collector\n  Bullet to the dome, welcome to the home of Phil Spector\n  I toss 'em and flip 'em, ragdoll status\n  The murder, the madness of Mad Dog Mattis\n  Sing\n\n  You are wit' R.A. de Don Gorgon\n  'Longside Xeme de yardman\n  Rifle spit fire like dragon\n  Quickly send dem to de Lord and\n  Who dem ah dis? Who dem ah dis? (Yah!)\n  Who dem ah dis? Who dem ah dis? (Yah!)\n  Food haffi eat, dawgs never miss (Nah!)\n  We send dem a mile, they gon' reminisce\n\n  Wu-Tang! Wu-Tang! Wu-Tang! Wu-Tang!\n  Juice Crew All-Stars, oh my goodness\n  Juice Crew All-Stars,\n  Oh my goodnessG Rap's known 'cause I'm bad to the bone\n  I kill 'em executioner style!\n  I'm Kool G Rap\n  I'm Kool G Rap, poison\n\n  G ran with the thieves and the bandits\n  Toast click, don't make me leave you in transit\n  Don't even think about seizin' no chances\n  This shit make birds flee from they branches\n  If it ain't cheese where your hands is\n  We gon' leave you like Christopher Reeves in some Pampers\n  Don't sneeze, and you panic or breathe\n  When we stand at reach and you gon' bleed on your dandruff\n  Close steel, better hold still\n  They gon' find you with left with no grill like you're roadkill\n  Flashin' lights in the night, not from camera shots\n  Those the type from the ice in the random shops\n  Where the mothers come and candle blocks\n  Bodies rot in abandoned lots\n  Helicopters and the vans is SWAT, cannibalism, scams and plots\n  Vandalism, grams and rocks\n  Stay in the kitchen, handle pots, handle riches, hammer's cocked\n  Man in prison, man forgot\n  Tattoo teardrop and the can pop\n  Don't stop, won't stop, hip hop can't stop\n\n  You are wit' R.A. de Don Gorgon\n  'Longside Xeme de yardman\n  Rifle spit fire like dragon\n  Quickly send dem to de Lord and\n  Who dem ah dis? Who dem ah dis? (Yah!)\n  Who dem ah dis? Who dem ah dis? (Yah!)\n  Food haffi eat, dawgs never miss (Nah!)\n  We send dem a mile, they gon' reminisce\n\n  Wu-Tang! Wu-Tang! Wu-Tang! Wu-Tang!\n  Juice Crew All-Stars, oh my goodness\n  Juice Crew All-Stars, oh my goodness\n"}]