[{"id":20850364,"name":"Criminology","trackName":"Criminology","artistName":"Raekwon","albumName":"Raekwon Videos","duration":228.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"\"I told you a long time ago, you fuckin' little monkey, not to fuck me\"\n\"Ay ay, who the fuck you think you talkin' to, huh? (You wanna fuck wit-)\"\n\"Who the fuck you think I am, your fuckin' bellboy?\"\n\"You wanna go to war? You wanna go to war, okay?\" (Comin' up on half a mil', we build)\nFor real, y'all\nTakin' you on another one, son\nUhh, Julio Iglesias\nMakin' C.R.E.A.M. like that nigga\n\nYo, (Blaow!) first of all, son, peep the arson\nMany brothers I be sparkin' and bustin' mad light inside the dark\nCall me dough snatcher, just the brother for the rapture\nI hang glide, holdin' on strong, hard to capture\nExtravagant, RZA bake the track and it's militant\nThen I react like a convict and start killin' shit\nIt's manifested, the Gods work like appliances\nDealin' in my cypher I revolve around sciences\nThe 9th chamber, leave you trapped inside my hallway\nYou try to flee but you got smoked up by the doorway (Blaow! Blaow!)\nNo question, I send your ass back right to the essence\nYour whole frame is smothered in dirt, now how you restin'?\nWhile I'll be trapped by sounds, locked behind loops\nThrowin' niggas off airplanes 'cause cash rules (Cash rules)\nEverything around me, black, as you can see\nSwallow this murder one verse like God degree\nThen analyze my soundtrack for satisfaction\nYou adapt like a flashback chain reaction (Lace them niggas, son)\n\nAK's black, bust back like 70 MACs\nI'm all that, street niggas knowin' my steez, black\nRon G, you know he coincide with me, see\nMarvelous menace fo' society\nBut anyway, let's toast, champagne thoughts with Ghost\nI max the most shotguns through the nose\nFuck rap, hip-hop put me on top\n'Lo wears and Tommy Hil' fly shit with a knot\nThe witty unpredictable live shit, drive-by shit\nDo or die shit, I'll take your lye and shit\nAnd then you know, I'm runnin' through the penal\nFoul, fall through, child was wild\nThe old lady snitched, but fuck it, you know what?\nOne love, kid, no, I'm not doin' a bid\nToo much to get for what? 'Cause six niggas got stuck\nAnd the nigga chain was truck?\nYo, fuck that, criminology rap, sneakers stay\nJet black floatin' in the flyest Ac', nigga (Bring it, yeah)\n\nMuch love go to New York City\nAll my Tommy Hil', ice rockin' niggas","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.01] \"I told you a long time ago, you fuckin' little monkey, not to fuck me\"\n[00:04.23] \"Ay ay, who the fuck you think you talkin' to, huh? (You wanna fuck wit-)\"\n[00:08.17] \"Who the fuck you think I am, your fuckin' bellboy?\"\n[00:12.06] \"You wanna go to war? You wanna go to war, okay?\" (Comin' up on half a mil', we build)\n[00:16.73] For real, y'all\n[00:19.02] Takin' you on another one, son\n[00:23.48] Uhh, Julio Iglesias\n[00:27.69] Makin' C.R.E.A.M. like that nigga\n[00:30.41] Yo, (Blaow!) first of all, son, peep the arson\n[00:33.03] Many brothers I be sparkin' and bustin' mad light inside the dark\n[00:36.07] Call me dough snatcher, just the brother for the rapture\n[00:38.66] I hang glide, holdin' on strong, hard to capture\n[00:41.30] Extravagant, RZA bake the track and it's militant\n[00:43.63] Then I react like a convict and start killin' shit\n[00:46.29] It's manifested, the Gods work like appliances\n[00:48.58] Dealin' in my cypher I revolve around sciences\n[00:51.17] The 9th chamber, leave you trapped inside my hallway\n[00:53.44] You try to flee but you got smoked up by the doorway (Blaow! Blaow!)\n[00:55.94] No question, I send your ass back right to the essence\n[00:58.34] Your whole frame is smothered in dirt, now how you restin'?\n[01:00.67] While I'll be trapped by sounds, locked behind loops\n[01:03.45] Throwin' niggas off airplanes 'cause cash rules (Cash rules)\n[01:05.79] Everything around me, black, as you can see\n[01:08.38] Swallow this murder one verse like God degree\n[01:10.94] Then analyze my soundtrack for satisfaction\n[01:13.47] You adapt like a flashback chain reaction (Lace them niggas, son)\n[01:20.91] AK's black, bust back like 70 MACs\n[01:23.28] I'm all that, street niggas knowin' my steez, black\n[01:25.58] Ron G, you know he coincide with me, see\n[01:28.11] Marvelous menace fo' society\n[01:30.28] But anyway, let's toast, champagne thoughts with Ghost\n[01:33.01] I max the most shotguns through the nose\n[01:35.66] Fuck rap, hip-hop put me on top\n[01:37.75] 'Lo wears and Tommy Hil' fly shit with a knot\n[01:40.25] The witty unpredictable live shit, drive-by shit\n[01:43.38] Do or die shit, I'll take your lye and shit\n[01:45.67] And then you know, I'm runnin' through the penal\n[01:48.05] Foul, fall through, child was wild\n[01:50.38] The old lady snitched, but fuck it, you know what?\n[01:52.67] One love, kid, no, I'm not doin' a bid\n[01:55.49] Too much to get for what? 'Cause six niggas got stuck\n[01:58.54] And the nigga chain was truck?\n[01:59.83] Yo, fuck that, criminology rap, sneakers stay\n[02:02.79] Jet black floatin' in the flyest Ac', nigga (Bring it, yeah)\n[02:08.35] \n[02:25.87] Much love go to New York City\n[02:28.22] All my Tommy Hil', ice rockin' niggas\n[02:31.58] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Criminology\n  artist: Raekwon\n  album: Raekwon Videos\n  duration_ms: 228000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: '\"I told you a long time ago, you fuckin'' little monkey, not to fuck me\"'\n  start_ms: 10\n  end_ms: 4230\n- text: '\"Ay ay, who the fuck you think you talkin'' to, huh? (You wanna fuck wit-)\"'\n  start_ms: 4230\n  end_ms: 8170\n- text: '\"Who the fuck you think I am, your fuckin'' bellboy?\"'\n  start_ms: 8170\n  end_ms: 12060\n- text: '\"You wanna go to war? 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You wanna go to war, okay?\" (Comin' up on half a mil', we build)\n  For real, y'all\n  Takin' you on another one, son\n  Uhh, Julio Iglesias\n  Makin' C.R.E.A.M. like that nigga\n\n  Yo, (Blaow!) first of all, son, peep the arson\n  Many brothers I be sparkin' and bustin' mad light inside the dark\n  Call me dough snatcher, just the brother for the rapture\n  I hang glide, holdin' on strong, hard to capture\n  Extravagant, RZA bake the track and it's militant\n  Then I react like a convict and start killin' shit\n  It's manifested, the Gods work like appliances\n  Dealin' in my cypher I revolve around sciences\n  The 9th chamber, leave you trapped inside my hallway\n  You try to flee but you got smoked up by the doorway (Blaow! Blaow!)\n  No question, I send your ass back right to the essence\n  Your whole frame is smothered in dirt, now how you restin'?\n  While I'll be trapped by sounds, locked behind loops\n  Throwin' niggas off airplanes 'cause cash rules (Cash rules)\n  Everything around me, black, as you can see\n  Swallow this murder one verse like God degree\n  Then analyze my soundtrack for satisfaction\n  You adapt like a flashback chain reaction (Lace them niggas, son)\n\n  AK's black, bust back like 70 MACs\n  I'm all that, street niggas knowin' my steez, black\n  Ron G, you know he coincide with me, see\n  Marvelous menace fo' society\n  But anyway, let's toast, champagne thoughts with Ghost\n  I max the most shotguns through the nose\n  Fuck rap, hip-hop put me on top\n  'Lo wears and Tommy Hil' fly shit with a knot\n  The witty unpredictable live shit, drive-by shit\n  Do or die shit, I'll take your lye and shit\n  And then you know, I'm runnin' through the penal\n  Foul, fall through, child was wild\n  The old lady snitched, but fuck it, you know what?\n  One love, kid, no, I'm not doin' a bid\n  Too much to get for what? 'Cause six niggas got stuck\n  And the nigga chain was truck?\n  Yo, fuck that, criminology rap, sneakers stay\n  Jet black floatin' in the flyest Ac', nigga (Bring it, yeah)\n\n  Much love go to New York City\n  All my Tommy Hil', ice rockin' niggas\n"},{"id":13483785,"name":"Criminology (LP Version)","trackName":"Criminology (LP Version)","artistName":"Raekwon","albumName":"Criminology (VLS)","duration":227.270625,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(I told you a long time ago you fucking little monkey not to fuck me\n(Hey hey, who the fuck you think you talking to huh??!)\n(Who the fuck you think I am your fucking bellboy?)\n(You wanna go to war?... Wanna go to war, OK?)\n\nComing up on half a mil, we build\nGet real y'all, taking you on another one Son\nUhh, Julio Iglesias\nMaking CREAM like that nigga\n\nYo, first of all son, peep the arson\nMany brothers I be sparking and busting mad light inside the dark\nCall me dough snatcher, just the brother for the rapture\nI handglide, holding on strong, hard to capture\nExtravagant, RZA bake the track and it's militant\nThen I react, like a convict, and start killing shit\nIt's manifested, the Gods work like appliances\nDealing in my cypher I revolve around sciences\nThe 9th chamber, leave you trapped inside my hallway\nYou try to flee but you got smoked up by the doorway\nNo question, I send your ass back, right to the essence\nYour whole frame is smothered in dirt, now how you resting\nWhile I'll be trapped by sounds, locked behind loops\nThrowing niggas off airplanes cause cash rules\nEverything around me, black, as you can see\nSwallow this murder one verse like God Degree\nThen analyze my soundtrack for satisfaction\nYou adapt like a flashback chain reaction\n(Lace them niggas, son)\n\nAK's black bust back like seventy Macs\nI'm all that, street niggas knowing my steez black\nRon G, you know he coincide with me,\nMarvelous menace for society\nBut anyway, let's toast, champagne thoughts with Ghost\nI max the most shotguns through the nose\nFuck rap, hip hop put me on top\n'Lo wears, and Tommy Hil fly shit with a knot\nThe witty unpredictable live shit, drive by shit\nDo or die shit, I'll take your lie and shit\nAnd then you know, I'm running through the penal, foul\nFour-toothed child was wild\nThe old lady snitched, but fuck it, you know it, one love kid\nNo I'm not doing a bid\nToo much to get for what cause six niggas got stuck\nAnd the nigga chain was truck\nYo fuck that, Criminology rap\nSneakers stay jet black floating in the flyest Ac'\nNigga... bring it! Yeah\n\nMuch love go to New York City\nAll my Tommy Hil' ice rocking niggas","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Criminology (LP Version)\n  artist: Raekwon\n  album: Criminology (VLS)\n  duration_ms: 227271\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (I told you a long time ago you fucking little monkey not to fuck me\n  (Hey hey, who the fuck you think you talking to huh??!)\n  (Who the fuck you think I am your fucking bellboy?)\n  (You wanna go to war?... Wanna go to war, OK?)\n\n  Coming up on half a mil, we build\n  Get real y'all, taking you on another one Son\n  Uhh, Julio Iglesias\n  Making CREAM like that nigga\n\n  Yo, first of all son, peep the arson\n  Many brothers I be sparking and busting mad light inside the dark\n  Call me dough snatcher, just the brother for the rapture\n  I handglide, holding on strong, hard to capture\n  Extravagant, RZA bake the track and it's militant\n  Then I react, like a convict, and start killing shit\n  It's manifested, the Gods work like appliances\n  Dealing in my cypher I revolve around sciences\n  The 9th chamber, leave you trapped inside my hallway\n  You try to flee but you got smoked up by the doorway\n  No question, I send your ass back, right to the essence\n  Your whole frame is smothered in dirt, now how you resting\n  While I'll be trapped by sounds, locked behind loops\n  Throwing niggas off airplanes cause cash rules\n  Everything around me, black, as you can see\n  Swallow this murder one verse like God Degree\n  Then analyze my soundtrack for satisfaction\n  You adapt like a flashback chain reaction\n  (Lace them niggas, son)\n\n  AK's black bust back like seventy Macs\n  I'm all that, street niggas knowing my steez black\n  Ron G, you know he coincide with me,\n  Marvelous menace for society\n  But anyway, let's toast, champagne thoughts with Ghost\n  I max the most shotguns through the nose\n  Fuck rap, hip hop put me on top\n  'Lo wears, and Tommy Hil fly shit with a knot\n  The witty unpredictable live shit, drive by shit\n  Do or die shit, I'll take your lie and shit\n  And then you know, I'm running through the penal, foul\n  Four-toothed child was wild\n  The old lady snitched, but fuck it, you know it, one love kid\n  No I'm not doing a bid\n  Too much to get for what cause six niggas got stuck\n  And the nigga chain was truck\n  Yo fuck that, Criminology rap\n  Sneakers stay jet black floating in the flyest Ac'\n  Nigga... bring it! Yeah\n\n  Much love go to New York City\n  All my Tommy Hil' ice rocking niggas\n"},{"id":34506828,"name":"Criminology (LP Version)","trackName":"Criminology (LP Version)","artistName":"Raekwon","albumName":"Criminology/Glaciers of Ice","duration":233.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(I told you a long time ago you fucking little monkey not to fuck me\n(Hey hey, who the fuck you think you talking to huh??!)\n(Who the fuck you think I am your fucking bellboy?)\n(You wanna go to war?... Wanna go to war, OK?)\n\nComing up on half a mil, we build\nGet real y'all, taking you on another one Son\nUhh, Julio Iglesias\nMaking CREAM like that nigga\n\nYo, first of all son, peep the arson\nMany brothers I be sparking and busting mad light inside the dark\nCall me dough snatcher, just the brother for the rapture\nI handglide, holding on strong, hard to capture\nExtravagant, RZA bake the track and it's militant\nThen I react, like a convict, and start killing shit\nIt's manifested, the Gods work like appliances\nDealing in my cypher I revolve around sciences\nThe 9th chamber, leave you trapped inside my hallway\nYou try to flee but you got smoked up by the doorway\nNo question, I send your ass back, right to the essence\nYour whole frame is smothered in dirt, now how you resting\nWhile I'll be trapped by sounds, locked behind loops\nThrowing niggas off airplanes cause cash rules\nEverything around me, black, as you can see\nSwallow this murder one verse like God Degree\nThen analyze my soundtrack for satisfaction\nYou adapt like a flashback chain reaction\n(Lace them niggas, son)\n\nAK's black bust back like seventy Macs\nI'm all that, street niggas knowing my steez black\nRon G, you know he coincide with me,\nMarvelous menace for society\nBut anyway, let's toast, champagne thoughts with Ghost\nI max the most shotguns through the nose\nFuck rap, hip hop put me on top\n'Lo wears, and Tommy Hil fly shit with a knot\nThe witty unpredictable live shit, drive by shit\nDo or die shit, I'll take your lie and shit\nAnd then you know, I'm running through the penal, foul\nFour-toothed child was wild\nThe old lady snitched, but fuck it, you know it, one love kid\nNo I'm not doing a bid\nToo much to get for what cause six niggas got stuck\nAnd the nigga chain was truck\nYo fuck that, Criminology rap\nSneakers stay jet black floating in the flyest Ac'\nNigga... bring it! Yeah\n\nMuch love go to New York City\nAll my Tommy Hil' ice rocking niggas","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Criminology (LP Version)\n  artist: Raekwon\n  album: Criminology/Glaciers of Ice\n  duration_ms: 233000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (I told you a long time ago you fucking little monkey not to fuck me\n  (Hey hey, who the fuck you think you talking to huh??!)\n  (Who the fuck you think I am your fucking bellboy?)\n  (You wanna go to war?... 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Yeah\n\n  Much love go to New York City\n  All my Tommy Hil' ice rocking niggas\n"},{"id":39566753,"name":"Criminology (LP version)","trackName":"Criminology (LP version)","artistName":"Raekwon","albumName":"Criminology / Glaciers of Ice","duration":230.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(I told you a long time ago you fucking little monkey not to fuck me\n(Hey hey, who the fuck you think you talking to huh??!)\n(Who the fuck you think I am your fucking bellboy?)\n(You wanna go to war?... Wanna go to war, OK?)\n\nComing up on half a mil, we build\nGet real y'all, taking you on another one Son\nUhh, Julio Iglesias\nMaking CREAM like that nigga\n\nYo, first of all son, peep the arson\nMany brothers I be sparking and busting mad light inside the dark\nCall me dough snatcher, just the brother for the rapture\nI handglide, holding on strong, hard to capture\nExtravagant, RZA bake the track and it's militant\nThen I react, like a convict, and start killing shit\nIt's manifested, the Gods work like appliances\nDealing in my cypher I revolve around sciences\nThe 9th chamber, leave you trapped inside my hallway\nYou try to flee but you got smoked up by the doorway\nNo question, I send your ass back, right to the essence\nYour whole frame is smothered in dirt, now how you resting\nWhile I'll be trapped by sounds, locked behind loops\nThrowing niggas off airplanes cause cash rules\nEverything around me, black, as you can see\nSwallow this murder one verse like God Degree\nThen analyze my soundtrack for satisfaction\nYou adapt like a flashback chain reaction\n(Lace them niggas, son)\n\nAK's black bust back like seventy Macs\nI'm all that, street niggas knowing my steez black\nRon G, you know he coincide with me,\nMarvelous menace for society\nBut anyway, let's toast, champagne thoughts with Ghost\nI max the most shotguns through the nose\nFuck rap, hip hop put me on top\n'Lo wears, and Tommy Hil fly shit with a knot\nThe witty unpredictable live shit, drive by shit\nDo or die shit, I'll take your lie and shit\nAnd then you know, I'm running through the penal, foul\nFour-toothed child was wild\nThe old lady snitched, but fuck it, you know it, one love kid\nNo I'm not doing a bid\nToo much to get for what cause six niggas got stuck\nAnd the nigga chain was truck\nYo fuck that, Criminology rap\nSneakers stay jet black floating in the flyest Ac'\nNigga... bring it! Yeah\n\nMuch love go to New York City\nAll my Tommy Hil' ice rocking niggas","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Criminology (LP version)\n  artist: Raekwon\n  album: Criminology / Glaciers of Ice\n  duration_ms: 229506\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (I told you a long time ago you fucking little monkey not to fuck me\n  (Hey hey, who the fuck you think you talking to huh??!)\n  (Who the fuck you think I am your fucking bellboy?)\n  (You wanna go to war?... 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Blaow!)\n  No question, I send your ass back right to the essence\n  Your whole frame is smothered in dirt, now how you restin'?\n  While I'll be trapped by sounds, locked behind loops\n  Throwin' niggas off airplanes 'cause cash rules (Cash rules)\n  Everything around me, black, as you can see\n  Swallow this murder one verse like God degree\n  Then analyze my soundtrack for satisfaction\n  You adapt like a flashback chain reaction (Lace them niggas, son)\n\n  AK's black, bust back like 70 MACs\n  I'm all that, street niggas knowin' my steez, black\n  Ron G, you know he coincide with me, see\n  Marvelous menace fo' society\n  But anyway, let's toast, champagne thoughts with Ghost\n  I max the most shotguns through the nose\n  Fuck rap, hip-hop put me on top\n  'Lo wears and Tommy Hil' fly shit with a knot\n  The witty unpredictable live shit, drive-by shit\n  Do or die shit, I'll take your lye and shit\n  And then you know, I'm runnin' through the penal\n  Foul, fall through, child was wild\n  The old lady snitched, but fuck it, you know what?\n  One love, kid, no, I'm not doin' a bid\n  Too much to get for what? 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Blaow!)\nNo question, I send your ass back right to the essence\nYour whole frame is smothered in dirt, now how you restin'?\nWhile I'll be trapped by sounds, locked behind loops\nThrowin' niggas off airplanes 'cause cash rules (Cash rules)\nEverything around me, black, as you can see\nSwallow this murder one verse like God degree\nThen analyze my soundtrack for satisfaction\nYou adapt like a flashback chain reaction (Lace them niggas, son)\n\nAK's black, bust back like 70 MACs\nI'm all that, street niggas knowin' my steez, black\nRon G, you know he coincide with me, see\nMarvelous menace fo' society\nBut anyway, let's toast, champagne thoughts with Ghost\nI max the most shotguns through the nose\nFuck rap, hip-hop put me on top\n'Lo wears and Tommy Hil' fly shit with a knot\nThe witty unpredictable live shit, drive-by shit\nDo or die shit, I'll take your lye and shit\nAnd then you know, I'm runnin' through the penal\nFoul, fall through, child was wild\nThe old lady snitched, but fuck it, you know what?\nOne love, kid, no, I'm not doin' a bid\nToo much to get for what? 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'Cause six niggas got stuck\nAnd the nigga chain was truck?\nYo, fuck that, criminology rap, sneakers stay\nJet black floatin' in the flyest Ac', nigga (Bring it, yeah)\n\nMuch love go to New York City\nAll my Tommy Hil', ice rockin' niggas","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.01] \"I told you a long time ago, you fuckin' little monkey, not to fuck me\"\n[00:04.23] \"Ay ay, who the fuck you think you talkin' to, huh? (You wanna fuck wit-)\"\n[00:08.17] \"Who the fuck you think I am, your fuckin' bellboy?\"\n[00:12.06] \"You wanna go to war? 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Blaow!)\n[00:55.94] No question, I send your ass back right to the essence\n[00:58.34] Your whole frame is smothered in dirt, now how you restin'?\n[01:00.67] While I'll be trapped by sounds, locked behind loops\n[01:03.45] Throwin' niggas off airplanes 'cause cash rules (Cash rules)\n[01:05.79] Everything around me, black, as you can see\n[01:08.38] Swallow this murder one verse like God degree\n[01:10.94] Then analyze my soundtrack for satisfaction\n[01:13.47] You adapt like a flashback chain reaction (Lace them niggas, son)\n[01:20.91] AK's black, bust back like 70 MACs\n[01:23.28] I'm all that, street niggas knowin' my steez, black\n[01:25.58] Ron G, you know he coincide with me, see\n[01:28.11] Marvelous menace fo' society\n[01:30.28] But anyway, let's toast, champagne thoughts with Ghost\n[01:33.01] I max the most shotguns through the nose\n[01:35.66] Fuck rap, hip-hop put me on top\n[01:37.75] 'Lo wears and Tommy Hil' fly shit with a knot\n[01:40.25] The witty unpredictable live shit, drive-by shit\n[01:43.38] Do or die shit, I'll take your lye and shit\n[01:45.67] And then you know, I'm runnin' through the penal\n[01:48.05] Foul, fall through, child was wild\n[01:50.38] The old lady snitched, but fuck it, you know what?\n[01:52.67] One love, kid, no, I'm not doin' a bid\n[01:55.49] Too much to get for what? 'Cause six niggas got stuck\n[01:58.54] And the nigga chain was truck?\n[01:59.83] Yo, fuck that, criminology rap, sneakers stay\n[02:02.79] Jet black floatin' in the flyest Ac', nigga (Bring it, yeah)\n[02:08.35] \n[02:25.87] Much love go to New York City\n[02:28.22] All my Tommy Hil', ice rockin' niggas\n[02:31.58] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Criminology\n  artist: Raekwon\n  album: 'Shaolin Summer: The Remixes'\n  duration_ms: 205000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: '\"I told you a long time ago, you fuckin'' little monkey, not to fuck me\"'\n  start_ms: 10\n  end_ms: 4230\n- text: '\"Ay ay, who the fuck you think you talkin'' to, huh? (You wanna fuck wit-)\"'\n  start_ms: 4230\n  end_ms: 8170\n- text: '\"Who the fuck you think I am, your fuckin'' bellboy?\"'\n  start_ms: 8170\n  end_ms: 12060\n- text: '\"You wanna go to war? 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Blaow!)\n  start_ms: 53440\n  end_ms: 55940\n- text: No question, I send your ass back right to the essence\n  start_ms: 55940\n  end_ms: 58340\n- text: Your whole frame is smothered in dirt, now how you restin'?\n  start_ms: 58340\n  end_ms: 60670\n- text: While I'll be trapped by sounds, locked behind loops\n  start_ms: 60670\n  end_ms: 63450\n- text: Throwin' niggas off airplanes 'cause cash rules (Cash rules)\n  start_ms: 63450\n  end_ms: 65790\n- text: Everything around me, black, as you can see\n  start_ms: 65790\n  end_ms: 68380\n- text: Swallow this murder one verse like God degree\n  start_ms: 68380\n  end_ms: 70940\n- text: Then analyze my soundtrack for satisfaction\n  start_ms: 70940\n  end_ms: 73470\n- text: You adapt like a flashback chain reaction (Lace them niggas, son)\n  start_ms: 73470\n  end_ms: 80910\n- text: AK's black, bust back like 70 MACs\n  start_ms: 80910\n  end_ms: 83280\n- text: I'm all that, street niggas knowin' my steez, black\n  start_ms: 83280\n  end_ms: 85580\n- text: Ron G, you know he coincide with me, see\n  start_ms: 85580\n  end_ms: 88110\n- text: Marvelous menace fo' society\n  start_ms: 88110\n  end_ms: 90280\n- text: But anyway, let's toast, champagne thoughts with Ghost\n  start_ms: 90280\n  end_ms: 93010\n- text: I max the most shotguns through the nose\n  start_ms: 93010\n  end_ms: 95660\n- text: Fuck rap, hip-hop put me on top\n  start_ms: 95660\n  end_ms: 97750\n- text: '''Lo wears and Tommy Hil'' fly shit with a knot'\n  start_ms: 97750\n  end_ms: 100250\n- text: The witty unpredictable live shit, drive-by shit\n  start_ms: 100250\n  end_ms: 103380\n- text: Do or die shit, I'll take your lye and shit\n  start_ms: 103380\n  end_ms: 105670\n- text: And then you know, I'm runnin' through the penal\n  start_ms: 105670\n  end_ms: 108050\n- text: Foul, fall through, child was wild\n  start_ms: 108050\n  end_ms: 110380\n- text: The old lady snitched, but fuck it, you know what?\n  start_ms: 110380\n  end_ms: 112670\n- text: One love, kid, no, I'm not doin' a bid\n  start_ms: 112670\n  end_ms: 115490\n- text: Too much to get for what? 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You wanna go to war, okay?\" (Comin' up on half a mil', we build)\n  For real, y'all\n  Takin' you on another one, son\n  Uhh, Julio Iglesias\n  Makin' C.R.E.A.M. like that nigga\n\n  Yo, (Blaow!) first of all, son, peep the arson\n  Many brothers I be sparkin' and bustin' mad light inside the dark\n  Call me dough snatcher, just the brother for the rapture\n  I hang glide, holdin' on strong, hard to capture\n  Extravagant, RZA bake the track and it's militant\n  Then I react like a convict and start killin' shit\n  It's manifested, the Gods work like appliances\n  Dealin' in my cypher I revolve around sciences\n  The 9th chamber, leave you trapped inside my hallway\n  You try to flee but you got smoked up by the doorway (Blaow! Blaow!)\n  No question, I send your ass back right to the essence\n  Your whole frame is smothered in dirt, now how you restin'?\n  While I'll be trapped by sounds, locked behind loops\n  Throwin' niggas off airplanes 'cause cash rules (Cash rules)\n  Everything around me, black, as you can see\n  Swallow this murder one verse like God degree\n  Then analyze my soundtrack for satisfaction\n  You adapt like a flashback chain reaction (Lace them niggas, son)\n\n  AK's black, bust back like 70 MACs\n  I'm all that, street niggas knowin' my steez, black\n  Ron G, you know he coincide with me, see\n  Marvelous menace fo' society\n  But anyway, let's toast, champagne thoughts with Ghost\n  I max the most shotguns through the nose\n  Fuck rap, hip-hop put me on top\n  'Lo wears and Tommy Hil' fly shit with a knot\n  The witty unpredictable live shit, drive-by shit\n  Do or die shit, I'll take your lye and shit\n  And then you know, I'm runnin' through the penal\n  Foul, fall through, child was wild\n  The old lady snitched, but fuck it, you know what?\n  One love, kid, no, I'm not doin' a bid\n  Too much to get for what? 'Cause six niggas got stuck\n  And the nigga chain was truck?\n  Yo, fuck that, criminology rap, sneakers stay\n  Jet black floatin' in the flyest Ac', nigga (Bring it, yeah)\n\n  Much love go to New York City\n  All my Tommy Hil', ice rockin' niggas\n"},{"id":31868714,"name":"Criminology","trackName":"Criminology","artistName":"Raekwon","albumName":"Greatest Hip Hop Singles 1995","duration":227.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"\"I told you a long time ago, you fuckin' little monkey, not to fuck me\"\n\"Ay ay, who the fuck you think you talkin' to, huh? (You wanna fuck wit-)\"\n\"Who the fuck you think I am, your fuckin' bellboy?\"\n\"You wanna go to war? You wanna go to war, okay?\" (Comin' up on half a mil', we build)\nFor real, y'all\nTakin' you on another one, son\nUhh, Julio Iglesias\nMakin' C.R.E.A.M. like that nigga\n\nYo, (Blaow!) first of all, son, peep the arson\nMany brothers I be sparkin' and bustin' mad light inside the dark\nCall me dough snatcher, just the brother for the rapture\nI hang glide, holdin' on strong, hard to capture\nExtravagant, RZA bake the track and it's militant\nThen I react like a convict and start killin' shit\nIt's manifested, the Gods work like appliances\nDealin' in my cypher I revolve around sciences\nThe 9th chamber, leave you trapped inside my hallway\nYou try to flee but you got smoked up by the doorway (Blaow! Blaow!)\nNo question, I send your ass back right to the essence\nYour whole frame is smothered in dirt, now how you restin'?\nWhile I'll be trapped by sounds, locked behind loops\nThrowin' niggas off airplanes 'cause cash rules (Cash rules)\nEverything around me, black, as you can see\nSwallow this murder one verse like God degree\nThen analyze my soundtrack for satisfaction\nYou adapt like a flashback chain reaction (Lace them niggas, son)\n\nAK's black, bust back like 70 MACs\nI'm all that, street niggas knowin' my steez, black\nRon G, you know he coincide with me, see\nMarvelous menace fo' society\nBut anyway, let's toast, champagne thoughts with Ghost\nI max the most shotguns through the nose\nFuck rap, hip-hop put me on top\n'Lo wears and Tommy Hil' fly shit with a knot\nThe witty unpredictable live shit, drive-by shit\nDo or die shit, I'll take your lye and shit\nAnd then you know, I'm runnin' through the penal\nFoul, fall through, child was wild\nThe old lady snitched, but fuck it, you know what?\nOne love, kid, no, I'm not doin' a bid\nToo much to get for what? 'Cause six niggas got stuck\nAnd the nigga chain was truck?\nYo, fuck that, criminology rap, sneakers stay\nJet black floatin' in the flyest Ac', nigga (Bring it, yeah)\n\nMuch love go to New York City\nAll my Tommy Hil', ice rockin' niggas","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.01] \"I told you a long time ago, you fuckin' little monkey, not to fuck me\"\n[00:04.23] \"Ay ay, who the fuck you think you talkin' to, huh? (You wanna fuck wit-)\"\n[00:08.17] \"Who the fuck you think I am, your fuckin' bellboy?\"\n[00:12.06] \"You wanna go to war? 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Blaow!)\n[00:55.94] No question, I send your ass back right to the essence\n[00:58.34] Your whole frame is smothered in dirt, now how you restin'?\n[01:00.67] While I'll be trapped by sounds, locked behind loops\n[01:03.45] Throwin' niggas off airplanes 'cause cash rules (Cash rules)\n[01:05.79] Everything around me, black, as you can see\n[01:08.38] Swallow this murder one verse like God degree\n[01:10.94] Then analyze my soundtrack for satisfaction\n[01:13.47] You adapt like a flashback chain reaction (Lace them niggas, son)\n[01:20.91] AK's black, bust back like 70 MACs\n[01:23.28] I'm all that, street niggas knowin' my steez, black\n[01:25.58] Ron G, you know he coincide with me, see\n[01:28.11] Marvelous menace fo' society\n[01:30.28] But anyway, let's toast, champagne thoughts with Ghost\n[01:33.01] I max the most shotguns through the nose\n[01:35.66] Fuck rap, hip-hop put me on top\n[01:37.75] 'Lo wears and Tommy Hil' fly shit with a knot\n[01:40.25] The witty unpredictable live shit, drive-by shit\n[01:43.38] Do or die shit, I'll take your lye and shit\n[01:45.67] And then you know, I'm runnin' through the penal\n[01:48.05] Foul, fall through, child was wild\n[01:50.38] The old lady snitched, but fuck it, you know what?\n[01:52.67] One love, kid, no, I'm not doin' a bid\n[01:55.49] Too much to get for what? 'Cause six niggas got stuck\n[01:58.54] And the nigga chain was truck?\n[01:59.83] Yo, fuck that, criminology rap, sneakers stay\n[02:02.79] Jet black floatin' in the flyest Ac', nigga (Bring it, yeah)\n[02:08.35] \n[02:25.87] Much love go to New York City\n[02:28.22] All my Tommy Hil', ice rockin' niggas\n[02:31.58] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Criminology\n  artist: Raekwon\n  album: Greatest Hip Hop Singles 1995\n  duration_ms: 227000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: '\"I told you a long time ago, you fuckin'' little monkey, not to fuck me\"'\n  start_ms: 10\n  end_ms: 4230\n- text: '\"Ay ay, who the fuck you think you talkin'' to, huh? (You wanna fuck wit-)\"'\n  start_ms: 4230\n  end_ms: 8170\n- text: '\"Who the fuck you think I am, your fuckin'' bellboy?\"'\n  start_ms: 8170\n  end_ms: 12060\n- text: '\"You wanna go to war? 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Blaow!)\n  start_ms: 53440\n  end_ms: 55940\n- text: No question, I send your ass back right to the essence\n  start_ms: 55940\n  end_ms: 58340\n- text: Your whole frame is smothered in dirt, now how you restin'?\n  start_ms: 58340\n  end_ms: 60670\n- text: While I'll be trapped by sounds, locked behind loops\n  start_ms: 60670\n  end_ms: 63450\n- text: Throwin' niggas off airplanes 'cause cash rules (Cash rules)\n  start_ms: 63450\n  end_ms: 65790\n- text: Everything around me, black, as you can see\n  start_ms: 65790\n  end_ms: 68380\n- text: Swallow this murder one verse like God degree\n  start_ms: 68380\n  end_ms: 70940\n- text: Then analyze my soundtrack for satisfaction\n  start_ms: 70940\n  end_ms: 73470\n- text: You adapt like a flashback chain reaction (Lace them niggas, son)\n  start_ms: 73470\n  end_ms: 80910\n- text: AK's black, bust back like 70 MACs\n  start_ms: 80910\n  end_ms: 83280\n- text: I'm all that, street niggas knowin' my steez, black\n  start_ms: 83280\n  end_ms: 85580\n- text: Ron G, you know he coincide with me, see\n  start_ms: 85580\n  end_ms: 88110\n- text: Marvelous menace fo' society\n  start_ms: 88110\n  end_ms: 90280\n- text: But anyway, let's toast, champagne thoughts with Ghost\n  start_ms: 90280\n  end_ms: 93010\n- text: I max the most shotguns through the nose\n  start_ms: 93010\n  end_ms: 95660\n- text: Fuck rap, hip-hop put me on top\n  start_ms: 95660\n  end_ms: 97750\n- text: '''Lo wears and Tommy Hil'' fly shit with a knot'\n  start_ms: 97750\n  end_ms: 100250\n- text: The witty unpredictable live shit, drive-by shit\n  start_ms: 100250\n  end_ms: 103380\n- text: Do or die shit, I'll take your lye and shit\n  start_ms: 103380\n  end_ms: 105670\n- text: And then you know, I'm runnin' through the penal\n  start_ms: 105670\n  end_ms: 108050\n- text: Foul, fall through, child was wild\n  start_ms: 108050\n  end_ms: 110380\n- text: The old lady snitched, but fuck it, you know what?\n  start_ms: 110380\n  end_ms: 112670\n- text: One love, kid, no, I'm not doin' a bid\n  start_ms: 112670\n  end_ms: 115490\n- text: Too much to get for what? 'Cause six niggas got stuck\n  start_ms: 115490\n  end_ms: 118540\n- text: And the nigga chain was truck?\n  start_ms: 118540\n  end_ms: 119830\n- text: Yo, fuck that, criminology rap, sneakers stay\n  start_ms: 119830\n  end_ms: 122790\n- text: Jet black floatin' in the flyest Ac', nigga (Bring it, yeah)\n  start_ms: 122790\n  end_ms: 128350\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 128350\n  end_ms: 145870\n- text: Much love go to New York City\n  start_ms: 145870\n  end_ms: 148220\n- text: All my Tommy Hil', ice rockin' niggas\n  start_ms: 148220\n  end_ms: 151580\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 151580\nplain: |-\n  \"I told you a long time ago, you fuckin' little monkey, not to fuck me\"\n  \"Ay ay, who the fuck you think you talkin' to, huh? (You wanna fuck wit-)\"\n  \"Who the fuck you think I am, your fuckin' bellboy?\"\n  \"You wanna go to war? You wanna go to war, okay?\" (Comin' up on half a mil', we build)\n  For real, y'all\n  Takin' you on another one, son\n  Uhh, Julio Iglesias\n  Makin' C.R.E.A.M. like that nigga\n\n  Yo, (Blaow!) first of all, son, peep the arson\n  Many brothers I be sparkin' and bustin' mad light inside the dark\n  Call me dough snatcher, just the brother for the rapture\n  I hang glide, holdin' on strong, hard to capture\n  Extravagant, RZA bake the track and it's militant\n  Then I react like a convict and start killin' shit\n  It's manifested, the Gods work like appliances\n  Dealin' in my cypher I revolve around sciences\n  The 9th chamber, leave you trapped inside my hallway\n  You try to flee but you got smoked up by the doorway (Blaow! Blaow!)\n  No question, I send your ass back right to the essence\n  Your whole frame is smothered in dirt, now how you restin'?\n  While I'll be trapped by sounds, locked behind loops\n  Throwin' niggas off airplanes 'cause cash rules (Cash rules)\n  Everything around me, black, as you can see\n  Swallow this murder one verse like God degree\n  Then analyze my soundtrack for satisfaction\n  You adapt like a flashback chain reaction (Lace them niggas, son)\n\n  AK's black, bust back like 70 MACs\n  I'm all that, street niggas knowin' my steez, black\n  Ron G, you know he coincide with me, see\n  Marvelous menace fo' society\n  But anyway, let's toast, champagne thoughts with Ghost\n  I max the most shotguns through the nose\n  Fuck rap, hip-hop put me on top\n  'Lo wears and Tommy Hil' fly shit with a knot\n  The witty unpredictable live shit, drive-by shit\n  Do or die shit, I'll take your lye and shit\n  And then you know, I'm runnin' through the penal\n  Foul, fall through, child was wild\n  The old lady snitched, but fuck it, you know what?\n  One love, kid, no, I'm not doin' a bid\n  Too much to get for what? 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Blaow!)\nNo question, I send your ass back right to the essence\nYour whole frame is smothered in dirt, now how you restin'?\nWhile I'll be trapped by sounds, locked behind loops\nThrowin' niggas off airplanes 'cause cash rules (Cash rules)\nEverything around me, black, as you can see\nSwallow this murder one verse like God degree\nThen analyze my soundtrack for satisfaction\nYou adapt like a flashback chain reaction (Lace them niggas, son)\n\nAK's black, bust back like 70 MACs\nI'm all that, street niggas knowin' my steez, black\nRon G, you know he coincide with me, see\nMarvelous menace fo' society\nBut anyway, let's toast, champagne thoughts with Ghost\nI max the most shotguns through the nose\nFuck rap, hip-hop put me on top\n'Lo wears and Tommy Hil' fly shit with a knot\nThe witty unpredictable live shit, drive-by shit\nDo or die shit, I'll take your lye and shit\nAnd then you know, I'm runnin' through the penal\nFoul, fall through, child was wild\nThe old lady snitched, but fuck it, you know what?\nOne love, kid, no, I'm not doin' a bid\nToo much to get for what? 'Cause six niggas got stuck\nAnd the nigga chain was truck?\nYo, fuck that, criminology rap, sneakers stay\nJet black floatin' in the flyest Ac', nigga (Bring it, yeah)\n\nMuch love go to New York City\nAll my Tommy Hil', ice rockin' niggas","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.01] \"I told you a long time ago, you fuckin' little monkey, not to fuck me\"\n[00:04.23] \"Ay ay, who the fuck you think you talkin' to, huh? (You wanna fuck wit-)\"\n[00:08.17] \"Who the fuck you think I am, your fuckin' bellboy?\"\n[00:12.06] \"You wanna go to war? 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Blaow!)\n[00:55.94] No question, I send your ass back right to the essence\n[00:58.34] Your whole frame is smothered in dirt, now how you restin'?\n[01:00.67] While I'll be trapped by sounds, locked behind loops\n[01:03.45] Throwin' niggas off airplanes 'cause cash rules (Cash rules)\n[01:05.79] Everything around me, black, as you can see\n[01:08.38] Swallow this murder one verse like God degree\n[01:10.94] Then analyze my soundtrack for satisfaction\n[01:13.47] You adapt like a flashback chain reaction (Lace them niggas, son)\n[01:20.91] AK's black, bust back like 70 MACs\n[01:23.28] I'm all that, street niggas knowin' my steez, black\n[01:25.58] Ron G, you know he coincide with me, see\n[01:28.11] Marvelous menace fo' society\n[01:30.28] But anyway, let's toast, champagne thoughts with Ghost\n[01:33.01] I max the most shotguns through the nose\n[01:35.66] Fuck rap, hip-hop put me on top\n[01:37.75] 'Lo wears and Tommy Hil' fly shit with a knot\n[01:40.25] The witty unpredictable live shit, drive-by shit\n[01:43.38] Do or die shit, I'll take your lye and shit\n[01:45.67] And then you know, I'm runnin' through the penal\n[01:48.05] Foul, fall through, child was wild\n[01:50.38] The old lady snitched, but fuck it, you know what?\n[01:52.67] One love, kid, no, I'm not doin' a bid\n[01:55.49] Too much to get for what? 'Cause six niggas got stuck\n[01:58.54] And the nigga chain was truck?\n[01:59.83] Yo, fuck that, criminology rap, sneakers stay\n[02:02.79] Jet black floatin' in the flyest Ac', nigga (Bring it, yeah)\n[02:08.35] \n[02:25.87] Much love go to New York City\n[02:28.22] All my Tommy Hil', ice rockin' niggas\n[02:31.58] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Criminology\n  artist: Raekwon\n  album: Only Built For Cuban Linx\n  duration_ms: 227000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: '\"I told you a long time ago, you fuckin'' little monkey, not to fuck me\"'\n  start_ms: 10\n  end_ms: 4230\n- text: '\"Ay ay, who the fuck you think you talkin'' to, huh? (You wanna fuck wit-)\"'\n  start_ms: 4230\n  end_ms: 8170\n- text: '\"Who the fuck you think I am, your fuckin'' bellboy?\"'\n  start_ms: 8170\n  end_ms: 12060\n- text: '\"You wanna go to war? 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'Cause six niggas got stuck\n[01:58.54] And the nigga chain was truck?\n[01:59.83] Yo, fuck that, criminology rap, sneakers stay\n[02:02.79] Jet black floatin' in the flyest Ac', nigga (Bring it, yeah)\n[02:08.35] \n[02:25.87] Much love go to New York City\n[02:28.22] All my Tommy Hil', ice rockin' niggas\n[02:31.58] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Criminology\n  artist: Raekwon\n  album: 'Loud Records: The Early Daze'\n  duration_ms: 228000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: '\"I told you a long time ago, you fuckin'' little monkey, not to fuck me\"'\n  start_ms: 10\n  end_ms: 4230\n- text: '\"Ay ay, who the fuck you think you talkin'' to, huh? (You wanna fuck wit-)\"'\n  start_ms: 4230\n  end_ms: 8170\n- text: '\"Who the fuck you think I am, your fuckin'' bellboy?\"'\n  start_ms: 8170\n  end_ms: 12060\n- text: '\"You wanna go to war? 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Blaow!)\n  start_ms: 53440\n  end_ms: 55940\n- text: No question, I send your ass back right to the essence\n  start_ms: 55940\n  end_ms: 58340\n- text: Your whole frame is smothered in dirt, now how you restin'?\n  start_ms: 58340\n  end_ms: 60670\n- text: While I'll be trapped by sounds, locked behind loops\n  start_ms: 60670\n  end_ms: 63450\n- text: Throwin' niggas off airplanes 'cause cash rules (Cash rules)\n  start_ms: 63450\n  end_ms: 65790\n- text: Everything around me, black, as you can see\n  start_ms: 65790\n  end_ms: 68380\n- text: Swallow this murder one verse like God degree\n  start_ms: 68380\n  end_ms: 70940\n- text: Then analyze my soundtrack for satisfaction\n  start_ms: 70940\n  end_ms: 73470\n- text: You adapt like a flashback chain reaction (Lace them niggas, son)\n  start_ms: 73470\n  end_ms: 80910\n- text: AK's black, bust back like 70 MACs\n  start_ms: 80910\n  end_ms: 83280\n- text: I'm all that, street niggas knowin' my steez, black\n  start_ms: 83280\n  end_ms: 85580\n- text: Ron G, you know he coincide with me, see\n  start_ms: 85580\n  end_ms: 88110\n- text: Marvelous menace fo' society\n  start_ms: 88110\n  end_ms: 90280\n- text: But anyway, let's toast, champagne thoughts with Ghost\n  start_ms: 90280\n  end_ms: 93010\n- text: I max the most shotguns through the nose\n  start_ms: 93010\n  end_ms: 95660\n- text: Fuck rap, hip-hop put me on top\n  start_ms: 95660\n  end_ms: 97750\n- text: '''Lo wears and Tommy Hil'' fly shit with a knot'\n  start_ms: 97750\n  end_ms: 100250\n- text: The witty unpredictable live shit, drive-by shit\n  start_ms: 100250\n  end_ms: 103380\n- text: Do or die shit, I'll take your lye and shit\n  start_ms: 103380\n  end_ms: 105670\n- text: And then you know, I'm runnin' through the penal\n  start_ms: 105670\n  end_ms: 108050\n- text: Foul, fall through, child was wild\n  start_ms: 108050\n  end_ms: 110380\n- text: The old lady snitched, but fuck it, you know what?\n  start_ms: 110380\n  end_ms: 112670\n- text: One love, kid, no, I'm not doin' a bid\n  start_ms: 112670\n  end_ms: 115490\n- text: Too much to get for what? 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You wanna go to war, okay?\" (Comin' up on half a mil', we build)\n  For real, y'all\n  Takin' you on another one, son\n  Uhh, Julio Iglesias\n  Makin' C.R.E.A.M. like that nigga\n\n  Yo, (Blaow!) first of all, son, peep the arson\n  Many brothers I be sparkin' and bustin' mad light inside the dark\n  Call me dough snatcher, just the brother for the rapture\n  I hang glide, holdin' on strong, hard to capture\n  Extravagant, RZA bake the track and it's militant\n  Then I react like a convict and start killin' shit\n  It's manifested, the Gods work like appliances\n  Dealin' in my cypher I revolve around sciences\n  The 9th chamber, leave you trapped inside my hallway\n  You try to flee but you got smoked up by the doorway (Blaow! Blaow!)\n  No question, I send your ass back right to the essence\n  Your whole frame is smothered in dirt, now how you restin'?\n  While I'll be trapped by sounds, locked behind loops\n  Throwin' niggas off airplanes 'cause cash rules (Cash rules)\n  Everything around me, black, as you can see\n  Swallow this murder one verse like God degree\n  Then analyze my soundtrack for satisfaction\n  You adapt like a flashback chain reaction (Lace them niggas, son)\n\n  AK's black, bust back like 70 MACs\n  I'm all that, street niggas knowin' my steez, black\n  Ron G, you know he coincide with me, see\n  Marvelous menace fo' society\n  But anyway, let's toast, champagne thoughts with Ghost\n  I max the most shotguns through the nose\n  Fuck rap, hip-hop put me on top\n  'Lo wears and Tommy Hil' fly shit with a knot\n  The witty unpredictable live shit, drive-by shit\n  Do or die shit, I'll take your lye and shit\n  And then you know, I'm runnin' through the penal\n  Foul, fall through, child was wild\n  The old lady snitched, but fuck it, you know what?\n  One love, kid, no, I'm not doin' a bid\n  Too much to get for what? 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Blaow!)\nNo question, I send your ass back right to the essence\nYour whole frame is smothered in dirt, now how you restin'?\nWhile I'll be trapped by sounds, locked behind loops\nThrowin' niggas off airplanes 'cause cash rules (Cash rules)\nEverything around me, black, as you can see\nSwallow this murder one verse like God degree\nThen analyze my soundtrack for satisfaction\nYou adapt like a flashback chain reaction (Lace them niggas, son)\n\nAK's black, bust back like 70 MACs\nI'm all that, street niggas knowin' my steez, black\nRon G, you know he coincide with me, see\nMarvelous menace fo' society\nBut anyway, let's toast, champagne thoughts with Ghost\nI max the most shotguns through the nose\nFuck rap, hip-hop put me on top\n'Lo wears and Tommy Hil' fly shit with a knot\nThe witty unpredictable live shit, drive-by shit\nDo or die shit, I'll take your lye and shit\nAnd then you know, I'm runnin' through the penal\nFoul, fall through, child was wild\nThe old lady snitched, but fuck it, you know what?\nOne love, kid, no, I'm not doin' a bid\nToo much to get for what? 'Cause six niggas got stuck\nAnd the nigga chain was truck?\nYo, fuck that, criminology rap, sneakers stay\nJet black floatin' in the flyest Ac', nigga (Bring it, yeah)\n\nMuch love go to New York City\nAll my Tommy Hil', ice rockin' niggas","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.01] \"I told you a long time ago, you fuckin' little monkey, not to fuck me\"\n[00:04.23] \"Ay ay, who the fuck you think you talkin' to, huh? (You wanna fuck wit-)\"\n[00:08.17] \"Who the fuck you think I am, your fuckin' bellboy?\"\n[00:12.06] \"You wanna go to war? You wanna go to war, okay?\" (Comin' up on half a mil', we build)\n[00:16.73] For real, y'all\n[00:19.02] Takin' you on another one, son\n[00:23.48] Uhh, Julio Iglesias\n[00:27.69] Makin' C.R.E.A.M. like that nigga\n[00:30.41] Yo, (Blaow!) first of all, son, peep the arson\n[00:33.03] Many brothers I be sparkin' and bustin' mad light inside the dark\n[00:36.07] Call me dough snatcher, just the brother for the rapture\n[00:38.66] I hang glide, holdin' on strong, hard to capture\n[00:41.30] Extravagant, RZA bake the track and it's militant\n[00:43.63] Then I react like a convict and start killin' shit\n[00:46.29] It's manifested, the Gods work like appliances\n[00:48.58] Dealin' in my cypher I revolve around sciences\n[00:51.17] The 9th chamber, leave you trapped inside my hallway\n[00:53.44] You try to flee but you got smoked up by the doorway (Blaow! Blaow!)\n[00:55.94] No question, I send your ass back right to the essence\n[00:58.34] Your whole frame is smothered in dirt, now how you restin'?\n[01:00.67] While I'll be trapped by sounds, locked behind loops\n[01:03.45] Throwin' niggas off airplanes 'cause cash rules (Cash rules)\n[01:05.79] Everything around me, black, as you can see\n[01:08.38] Swallow this murder one verse like God degree\n[01:10.94] Then analyze my soundtrack for satisfaction\n[01:13.47] You adapt like a flashback chain reaction (Lace them niggas, son)\n[01:20.91] AK's black, bust back like 70 MACs\n[01:23.28] I'm all that, street niggas knowin' my steez, black\n[01:25.58] Ron G, you know he coincide with me, see\n[01:28.11] Marvelous menace fo' society\n[01:30.28] But anyway, let's toast, champagne thoughts with Ghost\n[01:33.01] I max the most shotguns through the nose\n[01:35.66] Fuck rap, hip-hop put me on top\n[01:37.75] 'Lo wears and Tommy Hil' fly shit with a knot\n[01:40.25] The witty unpredictable live shit, drive-by shit\n[01:43.38] Do or die shit, I'll take your lye and shit\n[01:45.67] And then you know, I'm runnin' through the penal\n[01:48.05] Foul, fall through, child was wild\n[01:50.38] The old lady snitched, but fuck it, you know what?\n[01:52.67] One love, kid, no, I'm not doin' a bid\n[01:55.49] Too much to get for what? 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You wanna go to war, okay?\" (Comin' up on half a mil', we build)\n  For real, y'all\n  Takin' you on another one, son\n  Uhh, Julio Iglesias\n  Makin' C.R.E.A.M. like that nigga\n\n  Yo, (Blaow!) first of all, son, peep the arson\n  Many brothers I be sparkin' and bustin' mad light inside the dark\n  Call me dough snatcher, just the brother for the rapture\n  I hang glide, holdin' on strong, hard to capture\n  Extravagant, RZA bake the track and it's militant\n  Then I react like a convict and start killin' shit\n  It's manifested, the Gods work like appliances\n  Dealin' in my cypher I revolve around sciences\n  The 9th chamber, leave you trapped inside my hallway\n  You try to flee but you got smoked up by the doorway (Blaow! Blaow!)\n  No question, I send your ass back right to the essence\n  Your whole frame is smothered in dirt, now how you restin'?\n  While I'll be trapped by sounds, locked behind loops\n  Throwin' niggas off airplanes 'cause cash rules (Cash rules)\n  Everything around me, black, as you can see\n  Swallow this murder one verse like God degree\n  Then analyze my soundtrack for satisfaction\n  You adapt like a flashback chain reaction (Lace them niggas, son)\n\n  AK's black, bust back like 70 MACs\n  I'm all that, street niggas knowin' my steez, black\n  Ron G, you know he coincide with me, see\n  Marvelous menace fo' society\n  But anyway, let's toast, champagne thoughts with Ghost\n  I max the most shotguns through the nose\n  Fuck rap, hip-hop put me on top\n  'Lo wears and Tommy Hil' fly shit with a knot\n  The witty unpredictable live shit, drive-by shit\n  Do or die shit, I'll take your lye and shit\n  And then you know, I'm runnin' through the penal\n  Foul, fall through, child was wild\n  The old lady snitched, but fuck it, you know what?\n  One love, kid, no, I'm not doin' a bid\n  Too much to get for what? 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Blaow!)\n  No question, I send your ass back right to the essence\n  Your whole frame is smothered in dirt, now how you restin'?\n  While I'll be trapped by sounds, locked behind loops\n  Throwin' niggas off airplanes 'cause cash rules (Cash rules)\n  Everything around me, black, as you can see\n  Swallow this murder one verse like God degree\n  Then analyze my soundtrack for satisfaction\n  You adapt like a flashback chain reaction (Lace them niggas, son)\n\n  AK's black, bust back like 70 MACs\n  I'm all that, street niggas knowin' my steez, black\n  Ron G, you know he coincide with me, see\n  Marvelous menace fo' society\n  But anyway, let's toast, champagne thoughts with Ghost\n  I max the most shotguns through the nose\n  Fuck rap, hip-hop put me on top\n  'Lo wears and Tommy Hil' fly shit with a knot\n  The witty unpredictable live shit, drive-by shit\n  Do or die shit, I'll take your lye and shit\n  And then you know, I'm runnin' through the penal\n  Foul, fall through, child was wild\n  The old lady snitched, but fuck it, you know what?\n  One love, kid, no, I'm not doin' a bid\n  Too much to get for what? 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Blaow!)\n[00:55.94] No question, I send your ass back right to the essence\n[00:58.34] Your whole frame is smothered in dirt, now how you restin'?\n[01:00.67] While I'll be trapped by sounds, locked behind loops\n[01:03.45] Throwin' niggas off airplanes 'cause cash rules (Cash rules)\n[01:05.79] Everything around me, black, as you can see\n[01:08.38] Swallow this murder one verse like God degree\n[01:10.94] Then analyze my soundtrack for satisfaction\n[01:13.47] You adapt like a flashback chain reaction (Lace them niggas, son)\n[01:20.91] AK's black, bust back like 70 MACs\n[01:23.28] I'm all that, street niggas knowin' my steez, black\n[01:25.58] Ron G, you know he coincide with me, see\n[01:28.11] Marvelous menace fo' society\n[01:30.28] But anyway, let's toast, champagne thoughts with Ghost\n[01:33.01] I max the most shotguns through the nose\n[01:35.66] Fuck rap, hip-hop put me on top\n[01:37.75] 'Lo wears and Tommy Hil' fly shit with a knot\n[01:40.25] The witty unpredictable live shit, drive-by shit\n[01:43.38] Do or die shit, I'll take your lye and shit\n[01:45.67] And then you know, I'm runnin' through the penal\n[01:48.05] Foul, fall through, child was wild\n[01:50.38] The old lady snitched, but fuck it, you know what?\n[01:52.67] One love, kid, no, I'm not doin' a bid\n[01:55.49] Too much to get for what? 'Cause six niggas got stuck\n[01:58.54] And the nigga chain was truck?\n[01:59.83] Yo, fuck that, criminology rap, sneakers stay\n[02:02.79] Jet black floatin' in the flyest Ac', nigga (Bring it, yeah)\n[02:08.35] \n[02:25.87] Much love go to New York City\n[02:28.22] All my Tommy Hil', ice rockin' niggas\n[02:31.58] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Criminology\n  artist: Raekwon\n  album: Only Built 4 Cuban Linx Instrumentals\n  duration_ms: 240274\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: '\"I told you a long time ago, you fuckin'' little monkey, not to fuck me\"'\n  start_ms: 10\n  end_ms: 4230\n- text: '\"Ay ay, who the fuck you think you talkin'' to, huh? (You wanna fuck wit-)\"'\n  start_ms: 4230\n  end_ms: 8170\n- text: '\"Who the fuck you think I am, your fuckin'' bellboy?\"'\n  start_ms: 8170\n  end_ms: 12060\n- text: '\"You wanna go to war? 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Blaow!)\n  start_ms: 53440\n  end_ms: 55940\n- text: No question, I send your ass back right to the essence\n  start_ms: 55940\n  end_ms: 58340\n- text: Your whole frame is smothered in dirt, now how you restin'?\n  start_ms: 58340\n  end_ms: 60670\n- text: While I'll be trapped by sounds, locked behind loops\n  start_ms: 60670\n  end_ms: 63450\n- text: Throwin' niggas off airplanes 'cause cash rules (Cash rules)\n  start_ms: 63450\n  end_ms: 65790\n- text: Everything around me, black, as you can see\n  start_ms: 65790\n  end_ms: 68380\n- text: Swallow this murder one verse like God degree\n  start_ms: 68380\n  end_ms: 70940\n- text: Then analyze my soundtrack for satisfaction\n  start_ms: 70940\n  end_ms: 73470\n- text: You adapt like a flashback chain reaction (Lace them niggas, son)\n  start_ms: 73470\n  end_ms: 80910\n- text: AK's black, bust back like 70 MACs\n  start_ms: 80910\n  end_ms: 83280\n- text: I'm all that, street niggas knowin' my steez, black\n  start_ms: 83280\n  end_ms: 85580\n- text: Ron G, you know he coincide with me, see\n  start_ms: 85580\n  end_ms: 88110\n- text: Marvelous menace fo' society\n  start_ms: 88110\n  end_ms: 90280\n- text: But anyway, let's toast, champagne thoughts with Ghost\n  start_ms: 90280\n  end_ms: 93010\n- text: I max the most shotguns through the nose\n  start_ms: 93010\n  end_ms: 95660\n- text: Fuck rap, hip-hop put me on top\n  start_ms: 95660\n  end_ms: 97750\n- text: '''Lo wears and Tommy Hil'' fly shit with a knot'\n  start_ms: 97750\n  end_ms: 100250\n- text: The witty unpredictable live shit, drive-by shit\n  start_ms: 100250\n  end_ms: 103380\n- text: Do or die shit, I'll take your lye and shit\n  start_ms: 103380\n  end_ms: 105670\n- text: And then you know, I'm runnin' through the penal\n  start_ms: 105670\n  end_ms: 108050\n- text: Foul, fall through, child was wild\n  start_ms: 108050\n  end_ms: 110380\n- text: The old lady snitched, but fuck it, you know what?\n  start_ms: 110380\n  end_ms: 112670\n- text: One love, kid, no, I'm not doin' a bid\n  start_ms: 112670\n  end_ms: 115490\n- text: Too much to get for what? 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You wanna go to war, okay?\" (Comin' up on half a mil', we build)\n  For real, y'all\n  Takin' you on another one, son\n  Uhh, Julio Iglesias\n  Makin' C.R.E.A.M. like that nigga\n\n  Yo, (Blaow!) first of all, son, peep the arson\n  Many brothers I be sparkin' and bustin' mad light inside the dark\n  Call me dough snatcher, just the brother for the rapture\n  I hang glide, holdin' on strong, hard to capture\n  Extravagant, RZA bake the track and it's militant\n  Then I react like a convict and start killin' shit\n  It's manifested, the Gods work like appliances\n  Dealin' in my cypher I revolve around sciences\n  The 9th chamber, leave you trapped inside my hallway\n  You try to flee but you got smoked up by the doorway (Blaow! Blaow!)\n  No question, I send your ass back right to the essence\n  Your whole frame is smothered in dirt, now how you restin'?\n  While I'll be trapped by sounds, locked behind loops\n  Throwin' niggas off airplanes 'cause cash rules (Cash rules)\n  Everything around me, black, as you can see\n  Swallow this murder one verse like God degree\n  Then analyze my soundtrack for satisfaction\n  You adapt like a flashback chain reaction (Lace them niggas, son)\n\n  AK's black, bust back like 70 MACs\n  I'm all that, street niggas knowin' my steez, black\n  Ron G, you know he coincide with me, see\n  Marvelous menace fo' society\n  But anyway, let's toast, champagne thoughts with Ghost\n  I max the most shotguns through the nose\n  Fuck rap, hip-hop put me on top\n  'Lo wears and Tommy Hil' fly shit with a knot\n  The witty unpredictable live shit, drive-by shit\n  Do or die shit, I'll take your lye and shit\n  And then you know, I'm runnin' through the penal\n  Foul, fall through, child was wild\n  The old lady snitched, but fuck it, you know what?\n  One love, kid, no, I'm not doin' a bid\n  Too much to get for what? 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You wanna go to war, okay?\" (Comin' up on half a mil', we build)\nFor real, y'all\nTakin' you on another one, son\nUhh, Julio Iglesias\nMakin' C.R.E.A.M. like that nigga\n\nYo, (Blaow!) first of all, son, peep the arson\nMany brothers I be sparkin' and bustin' mad light inside the dark\nCall me dough snatcher, just the brother for the rapture\nI hang glide, holdin' on strong, hard to capture\nExtravagant, RZA bake the track and it's militant\nThen I react like a convict and start killin' shit\nIt's manifested, the Gods work like appliances\nDealin' in my cypher I revolve around sciences\nThe 9th chamber, leave you trapped inside my hallway\nYou try to flee but you got smoked up by the doorway (Blaow! Blaow!)\nNo question, I send your ass back right to the essence\nYour whole frame is smothered in dirt, now how you restin'?\nWhile I'll be trapped by sounds, locked behind loops\nThrowin' niggas off airplanes 'cause cash rules (Cash rules)\nEverything around me, black, as you can see\nSwallow this murder one verse like God degree\nThen analyze my soundtrack for satisfaction\nYou adapt like a flashback chain reaction (Lace them niggas, son)\n\nAK's black, bust back like 70 MACs\nI'm all that, street niggas knowin' my steez, black\nRon G, you know he coincide with me, see\nMarvelous menace fo' society\nBut anyway, let's toast, champagne thoughts with Ghost\nI max the most shotguns through the nose\nFuck rap, hip-hop put me on top\n'Lo wears and Tommy Hil' fly shit with a knot\nThe witty unpredictable live shit, drive-by shit\nDo or die shit, I'll take your lye and shit\nAnd then you know, I'm runnin' through the penal\nFoul, fall through, child was wild\nThe old lady snitched, but fuck it, you know what?\nOne love, kid, no, I'm not doin' a bid\nToo much to get for what? 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'Cause six niggas got stuck\n[01:58.54] And the nigga chain was truck?\n[01:59.83] Yo, fuck that, criminology rap, sneakers stay\n[02:02.79] Jet black floatin' in the flyest Ac', nigga (Bring it, yeah)\n[02:08.35] \n[02:25.87] Much love go to New York City\n[02:28.22] All my Tommy Hil', ice rockin' niggas\n[02:31.58] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Criminology\n  artist: Raekwon\n  album: Only Built 4 Cuban Linx ... (Explicit)\n  duration_ms: 227254\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: '\"I told you a long time ago, you fuckin'' little monkey, not to fuck me\"'\n  start_ms: 10\n  end_ms: 4230\n- text: '\"Ay ay, who the fuck you think you talkin'' to, huh? (You wanna fuck wit-)\"'\n  start_ms: 4230\n  end_ms: 8170\n- text: '\"Who the fuck you think I am, your fuckin'' bellboy?\"'\n  start_ms: 8170\n  end_ms: 12060\n- text: '\"You wanna go to war? You wanna go to war, okay?\" (Comin'' up on half a mil'', we build)'\n  start_ms: 12060\n  end_ms: 16730\n- text: For real, y'all\n  start_ms: 16730\n  end_ms: 19020\n- text: Takin' you on another one, son\n  start_ms: 19020\n  end_ms: 23480\n- text: Uhh, Julio Iglesias\n  start_ms: 23480\n  end_ms: 27690\n- text: Makin' C.R.E.A.M. like that nigga\n  start_ms: 27690\n  end_ms: 30410\n- text: Yo, (Blaow!) first of all, son, peep the arson\n  start_ms: 30410\n  end_ms: 33030\n- text: Many brothers I be sparkin' and bustin' mad light inside the dark\n  start_ms: 33030\n  end_ms: 36070\n- text: Call me dough snatcher, just the brother for the rapture\n  start_ms: 36070\n  end_ms: 38660\n- text: I hang glide, holdin' on strong, hard to capture\n  start_ms: 38660\n  end_ms: 41300\n- text: Extravagant, RZA bake the track and it's militant\n  start_ms: 41300\n  end_ms: 43630\n- text: Then I react like a convict and start killin' shit\n  start_ms: 43630\n  end_ms: 46290\n- text: It's manifested, the Gods work like appliances\n  start_ms: 46290\n  end_ms: 48580\n- text: Dealin' in my cypher I revolve around sciences\n  start_ms: 48580\n  end_ms: 51170\n- text: The 9th chamber, leave you trapped inside my hallway\n  start_ms: 51170\n  end_ms: 53440\n- text: You try to flee but you got smoked up by the doorway (Blaow! Blaow!)\n  start_ms: 53440\n  end_ms: 55940\n- text: No question, I send your ass back right to the essence\n  start_ms: 55940\n  end_ms: 58340\n- text: Your whole frame is smothered in dirt, now how you restin'?\n  start_ms: 58340\n  end_ms: 60670\n- text: While I'll be trapped by sounds, locked behind loops\n  start_ms: 60670\n  end_ms: 63450\n- text: Throwin' niggas off airplanes 'cause cash rules (Cash rules)\n  start_ms: 63450\n  end_ms: 65790\n- text: Everything around me, black, as you can see\n  start_ms: 65790\n  end_ms: 68380\n- text: Swallow this murder one verse like God degree\n  start_ms: 68380\n  end_ms: 70940\n- text: Then analyze my soundtrack for satisfaction\n  start_ms: 70940\n  end_ms: 73470\n- text: You adapt like a flashback chain reaction (Lace them niggas, son)\n  start_ms: 73470\n  end_ms: 80910\n- text: AK's black, bust back like 70 MACs\n  start_ms: 80910\n  end_ms: 83280\n- text: I'm all that, street niggas knowin' my steez, black\n  start_ms: 83280\n  end_ms: 85580\n- text: Ron G, you know he coincide with me, see\n  start_ms: 85580\n  end_ms: 88110\n- text: Marvelous menace fo' society\n  start_ms: 88110\n  end_ms: 90280\n- text: But anyway, let's toast, champagne thoughts with Ghost\n  start_ms: 90280\n  end_ms: 93010\n- text: I max the most shotguns through the nose\n  start_ms: 93010\n  end_ms: 95660\n- text: Fuck rap, hip-hop put me on top\n  start_ms: 95660\n  end_ms: 97750\n- text: '''Lo wears and Tommy Hil'' fly shit with a knot'\n  start_ms: 97750\n  end_ms: 100250\n- text: The witty unpredictable live shit, drive-by shit\n  start_ms: 100250\n  end_ms: 103380\n- text: Do or die shit, I'll take your lye and shit\n  start_ms: 103380\n  end_ms: 105670\n- text: And then you know, I'm runnin' through the penal\n  start_ms: 105670\n  end_ms: 108050\n- text: Foul, fall through, child was wild\n  start_ms: 108050\n  end_ms: 110380\n- text: The old lady snitched, but fuck it, you know what?\n  start_ms: 110380\n  end_ms: 112670\n- text: One love, kid, no, I'm not doin' a bid\n  start_ms: 112670\n  end_ms: 115490\n- text: Too much to get for what? 'Cause six niggas got stuck\n  start_ms: 115490\n  end_ms: 118540\n- text: And the nigga chain was truck?\n  start_ms: 118540\n  end_ms: 119830\n- text: Yo, fuck that, criminology rap, sneakers stay\n  start_ms: 119830\n  end_ms: 122790\n- text: Jet black floatin' in the flyest Ac', nigga (Bring it, yeah)\n  start_ms: 122790\n  end_ms: 128350\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 128350\n  end_ms: 145870\n- text: Much love go to New York City\n  start_ms: 145870\n  end_ms: 148220\n- text: All my Tommy Hil', ice rockin' niggas\n  start_ms: 148220\n  end_ms: 151580\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 151580\nplain: |-\n  \"I told you a long time ago, you fuckin' little monkey, not to fuck me\"\n  \"Ay ay, who the fuck you think you talkin' to, huh? (You wanna fuck wit-)\"\n  \"Who the fuck you think I am, your fuckin' bellboy?\"\n  \"You wanna go to war? You wanna go to war, okay?\" (Comin' up on half a mil', we build)\n  For real, y'all\n  Takin' you on another one, son\n  Uhh, Julio Iglesias\n  Makin' C.R.E.A.M. like that nigga\n\n  Yo, (Blaow!) first of all, son, peep the arson\n  Many brothers I be sparkin' and bustin' mad light inside the dark\n  Call me dough snatcher, just the brother for the rapture\n  I hang glide, holdin' on strong, hard to capture\n  Extravagant, RZA bake the track and it's militant\n  Then I react like a convict and start killin' shit\n  It's manifested, the Gods work like appliances\n  Dealin' in my cypher I revolve around sciences\n  The 9th chamber, leave you trapped inside my hallway\n  You try to flee but you got smoked up by the doorway (Blaow! Blaow!)\n  No question, I send your ass back right to the essence\n  Your whole frame is smothered in dirt, now how you restin'?\n  While I'll be trapped by sounds, locked behind loops\n  Throwin' niggas off airplanes 'cause cash rules (Cash rules)\n  Everything around me, black, as you can see\n  Swallow this murder one verse like God degree\n  Then analyze my soundtrack for satisfaction\n  You adapt like a flashback chain reaction (Lace them niggas, son)\n\n  AK's black, bust back like 70 MACs\n  I'm all that, street niggas knowin' my steez, black\n  Ron G, you know he coincide with me, see\n  Marvelous menace fo' society\n  But anyway, let's toast, champagne thoughts with Ghost\n  I max the most shotguns through the nose\n  Fuck rap, hip-hop put me on top\n  'Lo wears and Tommy Hil' fly shit with a knot\n  The witty unpredictable live shit, drive-by shit\n  Do or die shit, I'll take your lye and shit\n  And then you know, I'm runnin' through the penal\n  Foul, fall through, child was wild\n  The old lady snitched, but fuck it, you know what?\n  One love, kid, no, I'm not doin' a bid\n  Too much to get for what? 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Blaow!)\nNo question, I send your ass back right to the essence\nYour whole frame is smothered in dirt, now how you restin'?\nWhile I'll be trapped by sounds, locked behind loops\nThrowin' niggas off airplanes 'cause cash rules (Cash rules)\nEverything around me, black, as you can see\nSwallow this murder one verse like God degree\nThen analyze my soundtrack for satisfaction\nYou adapt like a flashback chain reaction (Lace them niggas, son)\n\nAK's black, bust back like 70 MACs\nI'm all that, street niggas knowin' my steez, black\nRon G, you know he coincide with me, see\nMarvelous menace fo' society\nBut anyway, let's toast, champagne thoughts with Ghost\nI max the most shotguns through the nose\nFuck rap, hip-hop put me on top\n'Lo wears and Tommy Hil' fly shit with a knot\nThe witty unpredictable live shit, drive-by shit\nDo or die shit, I'll take your lye and shit\nAnd then you know, I'm runnin' through the penal\nFoul, fall through, child was wild\nThe old lady snitched, but fuck it, you know what?\nOne love, kid, no, I'm not doin' a bid\nToo much to get for what? 'Cause six niggas got stuck\nAnd the nigga chain was truck?\nYo, fuck that, criminology rap, sneakers stay\nJet black floatin' in the flyest Ac', nigga (Bring it, yeah)\n\nMuch love go to New York City\nAll my Tommy Hil', ice rockin' niggas","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.01] \"I told you a long time ago, you fuckin' little monkey, not to fuck me\"\n[00:04.23] \"Ay ay, who the fuck you think you talkin' to, huh? (You wanna fuck wit-)\"\n[00:08.17] \"Who the fuck you think I am, your fuckin' bellboy?\"\n[00:12.06] \"You wanna go to war? 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Blaow!)\n[00:55.94] No question, I send your ass back right to the essence\n[00:58.34] Your whole frame is smothered in dirt, now how you restin'?\n[01:00.67] While I'll be trapped by sounds, locked behind loops\n[01:03.45] Throwin' niggas off airplanes 'cause cash rules (Cash rules)\n[01:05.79] Everything around me, black, as you can see\n[01:08.38] Swallow this murder one verse like God degree\n[01:10.94] Then analyze my soundtrack for satisfaction\n[01:13.47] You adapt like a flashback chain reaction (Lace them niggas, son)\n[01:20.91] AK's black, bust back like 70 MACs\n[01:23.28] I'm all that, street niggas knowin' my steez, black\n[01:25.58] Ron G, you know he coincide with me, see\n[01:28.11] Marvelous menace fo' society\n[01:30.28] But anyway, let's toast, champagne thoughts with Ghost\n[01:33.01] I max the most shotguns through the nose\n[01:35.66] Fuck rap, hip-hop put me on top\n[01:37.75] 'Lo wears and Tommy Hil' fly shit with a knot\n[01:40.25] The witty unpredictable live shit, drive-by shit\n[01:43.38] Do or die shit, I'll take your lye and shit\n[01:45.67] And then you know, I'm runnin' through the penal\n[01:48.05] Foul, fall through, child was wild\n[01:50.38] The old lady snitched, but fuck it, you know what?\n[01:52.67] One love, kid, no, I'm not doin' a bid\n[01:55.49] Too much to get for what? 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'Cause six niggas got stuck\n[01:58.54] And the nigga chain was truck?\n[01:59.83] Yo, fuck that, criminology rap, sneakers stay\n[02:02.79] Jet black floatin' in the flyest Ac', nigga (Bring it, yeah)\n[02:08.35] \n[02:25.87] Much love go to New York City\n[02:28.22] All my Tommy Hil', ice rockin' niggas\n[02:31.58] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Criminology\n  artist: Raekwon\n  album: Shaolin’s Finest\n  duration_ms: 227000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: '\"I told you a long time ago, you fuckin'' little monkey, not to fuck me\"'\n  start_ms: 10\n  end_ms: 4230\n- text: '\"Ay ay, who the fuck you think you talkin'' to, huh? (You wanna fuck wit-)\"'\n  start_ms: 4230\n  end_ms: 8170\n- text: '\"Who the fuck you think I am, your fuckin'' bellboy?\"'\n  start_ms: 8170\n  end_ms: 12060\n- text: '\"You wanna go to war? You wanna go to war, okay?\" (Comin'' up on half a mil'', we build)'\n  start_ms: 12060\n  end_ms: 16730\n- text: For real, y'all\n  start_ms: 16730\n  end_ms: 19020\n- text: Takin' you on another one, son\n  start_ms: 19020\n  end_ms: 23480\n- text: Uhh, Julio Iglesias\n  start_ms: 23480\n  end_ms: 27690\n- text: Makin' C.R.E.A.M. like that nigga\n  start_ms: 27690\n  end_ms: 30410\n- text: Yo, (Blaow!) first of all, son, peep the arson\n  start_ms: 30410\n  end_ms: 33030\n- text: Many brothers I be sparkin' and bustin' mad light inside the dark\n  start_ms: 33030\n  end_ms: 36070\n- text: Call me dough snatcher, just the brother for the rapture\n  start_ms: 36070\n  end_ms: 38660\n- text: I hang glide, holdin' on strong, hard to capture\n  start_ms: 38660\n  end_ms: 41300\n- text: Extravagant, RZA bake the track and it's militant\n  start_ms: 41300\n  end_ms: 43630\n- text: Then I react like a convict and start killin' shit\n  start_ms: 43630\n  end_ms: 46290\n- text: It's manifested, the Gods work like appliances\n  start_ms: 46290\n  end_ms: 48580\n- text: Dealin' in my cypher I revolve around sciences\n  start_ms: 48580\n  end_ms: 51170\n- text: The 9th chamber, leave you trapped inside my hallway\n  start_ms: 51170\n  end_ms: 53440\n- text: You try to flee but you got smoked up by the doorway (Blaow! Blaow!)\n  start_ms: 53440\n  end_ms: 55940\n- text: No question, I send your ass back right to the essence\n  start_ms: 55940\n  end_ms: 58340\n- text: Your whole frame is smothered in dirt, now how you restin'?\n  start_ms: 58340\n  end_ms: 60670\n- text: While I'll be trapped by sounds, locked behind loops\n  start_ms: 60670\n  end_ms: 63450\n- text: Throwin' niggas off airplanes 'cause cash rules (Cash rules)\n  start_ms: 63450\n  end_ms: 65790\n- text: Everything around me, black, as you can see\n  start_ms: 65790\n  end_ms: 68380\n- text: Swallow this murder one verse like God degree\n  start_ms: 68380\n  end_ms: 70940\n- text: Then analyze my soundtrack for satisfaction\n  start_ms: 70940\n  end_ms: 73470\n- text: You adapt like a flashback chain reaction (Lace them niggas, son)\n  start_ms: 73470\n  end_ms: 80910\n- text: AK's black, bust back like 70 MACs\n  start_ms: 80910\n  end_ms: 83280\n- text: I'm all that, street niggas knowin' my steez, black\n  start_ms: 83280\n  end_ms: 85580\n- text: Ron G, you know he coincide with me, see\n  start_ms: 85580\n  end_ms: 88110\n- text: Marvelous menace fo' society\n  start_ms: 88110\n  end_ms: 90280\n- text: But anyway, let's toast, champagne thoughts with Ghost\n  start_ms: 90280\n  end_ms: 93010\n- text: I max the most shotguns through the nose\n  start_ms: 93010\n  end_ms: 95660\n- text: Fuck rap, hip-hop put me on top\n  start_ms: 95660\n  end_ms: 97750\n- text: '''Lo wears and Tommy Hil'' fly shit with a knot'\n  start_ms: 97750\n  end_ms: 100250\n- text: The witty unpredictable live shit, drive-by shit\n  start_ms: 100250\n  end_ms: 103380\n- text: Do or die shit, I'll take your lye and shit\n  start_ms: 103380\n  end_ms: 105670\n- text: And then you know, I'm runnin' through the penal\n  start_ms: 105670\n  end_ms: 108050\n- text: Foul, fall through, child was wild\n  start_ms: 108050\n  end_ms: 110380\n- text: The old lady snitched, but fuck it, you know what?\n  start_ms: 110380\n  end_ms: 112670\n- text: One love, kid, no, I'm not doin' a bid\n  start_ms: 112670\n  end_ms: 115490\n- text: Too much to get for what? 'Cause six niggas got stuck\n  start_ms: 115490\n  end_ms: 118540\n- text: And the nigga chain was truck?\n  start_ms: 118540\n  end_ms: 119830\n- text: Yo, fuck that, criminology rap, sneakers stay\n  start_ms: 119830\n  end_ms: 122790\n- text: Jet black floatin' in the flyest Ac', nigga (Bring it, yeah)\n  start_ms: 122790\n  end_ms: 128350\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 128350\n  end_ms: 145870\n- text: Much love go to New York City\n  start_ms: 145870\n  end_ms: 148220\n- text: All my Tommy Hil', ice rockin' niggas\n  start_ms: 148220\n  end_ms: 151580\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 151580\nplain: |-\n  \"I told you a long time ago, you fuckin' little monkey, not to fuck me\"\n  \"Ay ay, who the fuck you think you talkin' to, huh? (You wanna fuck wit-)\"\n  \"Who the fuck you think I am, your fuckin' bellboy?\"\n  \"You wanna go to war? You wanna go to war, okay?\" (Comin' up on half a mil', we build)\n  For real, y'all\n  Takin' you on another one, son\n  Uhh, Julio Iglesias\n  Makin' C.R.E.A.M. like that nigga\n\n  Yo, (Blaow!) first of all, son, peep the arson\n  Many brothers I be sparkin' and bustin' mad light inside the dark\n  Call me dough snatcher, just the brother for the rapture\n  I hang glide, holdin' on strong, hard to capture\n  Extravagant, RZA bake the track and it's militant\n  Then I react like a convict and start killin' shit\n  It's manifested, the Gods work like appliances\n  Dealin' in my cypher I revolve around sciences\n  The 9th chamber, leave you trapped inside my hallway\n  You try to flee but you got smoked up by the doorway (Blaow! Blaow!)\n  No question, I send your ass back right to the essence\n  Your whole frame is smothered in dirt, now how you restin'?\n  While I'll be trapped by sounds, locked behind loops\n  Throwin' niggas off airplanes 'cause cash rules (Cash rules)\n  Everything around me, black, as you can see\n  Swallow this murder one verse like God degree\n  Then analyze my soundtrack for satisfaction\n  You adapt like a flashback chain reaction (Lace them niggas, son)\n\n  AK's black, bust back like 70 MACs\n  I'm all that, street niggas knowin' my steez, black\n  Ron G, you know he coincide with me, see\n  Marvelous menace fo' society\n  But anyway, let's toast, champagne thoughts with Ghost\n  I max the most shotguns through the nose\n  Fuck rap, hip-hop put me on top\n  'Lo wears and Tommy Hil' fly shit with a knot\n  The witty unpredictable live shit, drive-by shit\n  Do or die shit, I'll take your lye and shit\n  And then you know, I'm runnin' through the penal\n  Foul, fall through, child was wild\n  The old lady snitched, but fuck it, you know what?\n  One love, kid, no, I'm not doin' a bid\n  Too much to get for what? 'Cause six niggas got stuck\n  And the nigga chain was truck?\n  Yo, fuck that, criminology rap, sneakers stay\n  Jet black floatin' in the flyest Ac', nigga (Bring it, yeah)\n\n  Much love go to New York City\n  All my Tommy Hil', ice rockin' niggas\n"}]