[{"id":22492526,"name":"Flipmode Iz Da Squad","trackName":"Flipmode Iz Da Squad","artistName":"Rampage","albumName":"Scouts Honor ... By Way Of Blood","duration":401.76965,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Featuring da flipmode squad\n\nDrop it\nUh ladies and gentlemen\n\nY'all siga siga sing it x6 (flipmode is da squad)\n\nIt's the ramp auto nigga you've been waiting for the outlaw\nThrowing brothers off the seashore this is your derour\nFlipmode take you to war kids in the hood can't take it no more\nI'm the one you looking for\nIf eight is enough i rock my stuff watch you get cuff\nYo, you fucking with the wrong bluff\nI got more king than just\nNiggas make me mad, now i got to squeeze and bust\nBringing harm with my lucky charm, me and saddam\nI can't keep calm, release the bomb, (boom)\nRadiation, to the nation, call your congregation\nMy squad is on plantation\nAnd word up, rampage, last nigga scout\nQuick to punch a nigga in his mouth\nThat's word to down south\nPutting in their lyrical concepts\nThis is rap with no rules\nFuck being cool, old school or new school\nI'm supreme, i'm on the fat winning team\nA lot of clicks wanna dream, peep my theme\nI'm in it to win it, you damn right i'm getting cream\nMicrophone fiend, uh\n\nEhhh, eh eh eh eh eh eh eh, eh eh eh eh eh eh, eh\nHallelujhah, kids hear this (this), you got to hear this (this)\nFlipmode's the one and your shit should hear this\nSplitting the guns, causing a earthquake\nMy contradict thick like a mickey d shake\nI give the shit that i know you can't take\nFuck out my way for heaven's sake\nI got my eye on you (you), what you gonna do (do), you ain't got clue\n(clue)\nShoo fly shoo fly shoo\nEverything's peachy keen neato\nTommy coming fast like speedo\nMake a blast like a torpedo\nDeep like captain nemo\nI brings the primo\nMy life will be nitro large, jumbo\nYour shit be itty bitty bitty bitty micro\nIn your ass like a vaccine\nPoint mc's to my hilly bill jeans\nI eat mc's with rice and beans (beans), rice and greens (greens)\nI wreck the whole scene\nSerious, true brother, should not scream\n\nYo yo, yo, yo\nYo check this here, i be the thug up in your ear\nFrom here to cakalaka, the microphone attacker\nSpliff i split psycho soloist, one of the dopest\nSinging songs on recess when i'm giving one fuck, uhh\nPastor of disaster, i brings it on\nMy flipmode niggas be like children of the corn\nRunning through your block blasting (pow)\nWith no questions asking\nPutting bullet holes through your fucking latest fashion\nThe ignorant immigrant\nMagnificent, like morrocco\nStacking that cheddar like nacho\nThe number one honcho\nDirty nigga desperado rhyme well bravo\nFreestyle felon oops upside your fucking melon\nBreaking fool on they ass just like george did to helen\nI got the world yelling\nHit the punashatach unitl it start smelling\n\nY'all siga siga sing it x6 (flipmode is da squad)\n\nYo yo, yo, yo, yo let me continue\nMotherfucker i'm about to send you (ha ha ha ha)\nCheck me out, the demon done got up in you\nWhat the fuck you talking about i've been waiting\nI wanna talk to you, shit, watery shit\nCaught the 24 hour flu, soft\nOf course, blow you off course\nFlying through the sky like the pegeasus horse\nYou lost to be the boss, i toss\nKill corny niggas with no remorse\nTurn my lights off, turn my mic on\nYo busta rhymes could manifest so who'd be the true lyric icon\nIt really don't matter how much bigger\nI storm all over motherfuckers, like some end of the world niggas\nLike rapid fire, chicka cha, blaow!\nBust a shot all up in your face, nigga what now\nMistaken enough i just breaking chicken\nPrepare for the undertaking, your whole body faking\nI always try my hardest to keep communicating\nBut you ain't relating\nYou fucked up on what i'm making\nWatch, how we attract like magnets, break your body down to fragments\nCut you down to half size, quarter size, eighth size, nigga\nGet up off my dick\nChop you up and bag you up just like a half a brick\nReversible, rehearsable, busta rhymes, almighty merciful\nDismantle, example, your whole crew will get trampled\nFollow the example, the lyrical nutritionist, the abolitionist\nI revolutionize the music like a fucking revolutionist\nBusta rhymes will stay snapping while bitches keep on yapping\nWhen my shit is done, you fuckers start clapping, what the happened\nRhymes feel like a bunch of diesel niggas, hype niggas\nWe be them type niggas, them side swipe niggas\nWhile you be the apprentice\nMy dick up in your mouth just like a dentist\nYou seventh day adventist\nMy rhymes is in the, uhh\nFor memory laps, no halfs, caught up in traps\nI cross country like traveling maps\nWorldwide (echoed)\n\nOne, nation indivisible, with, liberty the god individual\nCripple you\nColonize like pirates and criminals\nConvicted of world crimes while i'm world wide in flows\nModernize and digital\nEvacuate civilize\nBillions tumble\nMy skill guzzle\nIced tea with cop killas, top billas now\nSo binoculars to follow\nBlood drops in spillage\nIn treetops my gorillas collapse shit, like alaskian winters (ha)\nSinners (ha) frostbit\nLost sleds and lost fingers\nLord, commander of large missile militias\nPick, up, dust, like the share croppers galoshes\nAnd spray agent orange from helicopters on impostors\nThen i, return like a\nJed-i, with guns are han solo and never, seen, three, p.o's\nThe good against evil, flash forever\nSpread mash and take\nDrastic measures, blast berrettas\nI carry nines like math professors\nLord have, drop jewels, sword slash\nRob crews that snatch treasures\nHalt, the global giant unfolds the science\nUnify blends the fire to the sea\nI bring crisis and crucifixion with the newest scriptures\nRugged who control hundreds\nWho stay cold blooded like anemics\nPaint pictures that keep minds twisted like spinal defects\nSpit jewels\nWatch your platoon\nLick wounds\nAnd form scabs before they grif again\nIt's lord hittin 'em\nAnd as the world turns, like, holy koran scripts\nMy response is to keep repping, son\nTerrorize, for six days\nAnd gon' rest on the seventh one","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.96] Featuring da flipmode squad\n[00:01.66] Drop it\n[00:02.34] Uh ladies and gentlemen\n[00:03.31] Y'all siga siga sing it x6 (flipmode is da squad)\n[00:19.27] It's the ramp auto nigga you've been waiting for the outlaw\n[00:23.41] Throwing brothers off the seashore this is your derour\n[00:26.02] Flipmode take you to war kids in the hood can't take it no more\n[00:31.44] I'm the one you looking for\n[00:33.14] If eight is enough i rock my stuff watch you get cuff\n[00:36.01] Yo, you fucking with the wrong bluff\n[00:38.25] I got more king than just\n[00:39.68] Niggas make me mad, now i got to squeeze and bust\n[00:42.23] Bringing harm with my lucky charm, me and saddam\n[00:44.86] I can't keep calm, release the bomb, (boom)\n[00:47.05] Radiation, to the nation, call your congregation\n[00:49.69] My squad is on plantation\n[00:52.02] And word up, rampage, last nigga scout\n[00:55.16] Quick to punch a nigga in his mouth\n[00:57.67] That's word to down south\n[01:02.05] Putting in their lyrical concepts\n[01:04.16] This is rap with no rules\n[01:05.70] Fuck being cool, old school or new school\n[01:08.77] I'm supreme, i'm on the fat winning team\n[01:11.43] A lot of clicks wanna dream, peep my theme\n[01:13.80] I'm in it to win it, you damn right i'm getting cream\n[01:16.57] Microphone fiend, uh\n[01:17.56] Ehhh, eh eh eh eh eh eh eh, eh eh eh eh eh eh, eh\n[01:25.32] Hallelujhah, kids hear this (this), you got to hear this (this)\n[01:29.20] Flipmode's the one and your shit should hear this\n[01:32.05] Splitting the guns, causing a earthquake\n[01:34.51] My contradict thick like a mickey d shake\n[01:37.07] I give the shit that i know you can't take\n[01:39.51] Fuck out my way for heaven's sake\n[01:41.86] I got my eye on you (you), what you gonna do (do), you ain't got clue\n[01:45.88] (clue)\n[01:46.89] Shoo fly shoo fly shoo\n[01:48.67] Everything's peachy keen neato\n[01:50.30] Tommy coming fast like speedo\n[01:52.23] Make a blast like a torpedo\n[01:54.51] Deep like captain nemo\n[01:55.91] I brings the primo\n[01:57.48] My life will be nitro large, jumbo\n[01:59.40] Your shit be itty bitty bitty bitty micro\n[02:02.75] In your ass like a vaccine\n[02:04.65] Point mc's to my hilly bill jeans\n[02:07.35] I eat mc's with rice and beans (beans), rice and greens (greens)\n[02:11.35] I wreck the whole scene\n[02:13.68] Serious, true brother, should not scream\n[02:15.02] Yo yo, yo, yo\n[02:18.22] Yo check this here, i be the thug up in your ear\n[02:20.83] From here to cakalaka, the microphone attacker\n[02:23.78] Spliff i split psycho soloist, one of the dopest\n[02:26.53] Singing songs on recess when i'm giving one fuck, uhh\n[02:29.20] Pastor of disaster, i brings it on\n[02:31.92] My flipmode niggas be like children of the corn\n[02:34.33] Running through your block blasting (pow)\n[02:36.58] With no questions asking\n[02:37.47] Putting bullet holes through your fucking latest fashion\n[02:40.15] The ignorant immigrant\n[02:41.69] Magnificent, like morrocco\n[02:43.53] Stacking that cheddar like nacho\n[02:45.57] The number one honcho\n[02:46.96] Dirty nigga desperado rhyme well bravo\n[02:49.25] Freestyle felon oops upside your fucking melon\n[02:52.03] Breaking fool on they ass just like george did to helen\n[02:55.25] I got the world yelling\n[02:56.64] Hit the punashatach unitl it start smelling\n[03:00.00] Y'all siga siga sing it x6 (flipmode is da squad)\n[03:14.16] Yo yo, yo, yo, yo let me continue\n[03:17.07] Motherfucker i'm about to send you (ha ha ha ha)\n[03:19.21] Check me out, the demon done got up in you\n[03:21.98] What the fuck you talking about i've been waiting\n[03:24.35] I wanna talk to you, shit, watery shit\n[03:26.41] Caught the 24 hour flu, soft\n[03:28.33] Of course, blow you off course\n[03:30.51] Flying through the sky like the pegeasus horse\n[03:32.87] You lost to be the boss, i toss\n[03:35.19] Kill corny niggas with no remorse\n[03:37.19] Turn my lights off, turn my mic on\n[03:39.09] Yo busta rhymes could manifest so who'd be the true lyric icon\n[03:42.92] It really don't matter how much bigger\n[03:44.83] I storm all over motherfuckers, like some end of the world niggas\n[03:48.38] Like rapid fire, chicka cha, blaow!\n[03:50.85] Bust a shot all up in your face, nigga what now\n[03:53.04] Mistaken enough i just breaking chicken\n[03:55.50] Prepare for the undertaking, your whole body faking\n[03:58.49] I always try my hardest to keep communicating\n[04:00.92] But you ain't relating\n[04:02.48] You fucked up on what i'm making\n[04:04.25] Watch, how we attract like magnets, break your body down to fragments\n[04:07.82] Cut you down to half size, quarter size, eighth size, nigga\n[04:11.61] Get up off my dick\n[04:12.82] Chop you up and bag you up just like a half a brick\n[04:14.89] Reversible, rehearsable, busta rhymes, almighty merciful\n[04:19.67] Dismantle, example, your whole crew will get trampled\n[04:23.65] Follow the example, the lyrical nutritionist, the abolitionist\n[04:26.94] I revolutionize the music like a fucking revolutionist\n[04:29.71] Busta rhymes will stay snapping while bitches keep on yapping\n[04:33.65] When my shit is done, you fuckers start clapping, what the happened\n[04:37.00] Rhymes feel like a bunch of diesel niggas, hype niggas\n[04:39.88] We be them type niggas, them side swipe niggas\n[04:42.16] While you be the apprentice\n[04:43.58] My dick up in your mouth just like a dentist\n[04:45.54] You seventh day adventist\n[04:46.98] My rhymes is in the, uhh\n[04:48.12] For memory laps, no halfs, caught up in traps\n[04:50.85] I cross country like traveling maps\n[04:52.66] Worldwide (echoed)\n[05:00.41] One, nation indivisible, with, liberty the god individual\n[05:04.95] Cripple you\n[05:06.85] Colonize like pirates and criminals\n[05:09.43] Convicted of world crimes while i'm world wide in flows\n[05:12.98] Modernize and digital\n[05:14.74] Evacuate civilize\n[05:16.29] Billions tumble\n[05:18.62] My skill guzzle\n[05:19.84] Iced tea with cop killas, top billas now\n[05:21.48] So binoculars to follow\n[05:24.55] Blood drops in spillage\n[05:26.23] In treetops my gorillas collapse shit, like alaskian winters (ha)\n[05:31.13] Sinners (ha) frostbit\n[05:33.18] Lost sleds and lost fingers\n[05:34.75] Lord, commander of large missile militias\n[05:37.05] Pick, up, dust, like the share croppers galoshes\n[05:41.87] And spray agent orange from helicopters on impostors\n[05:45.52] Then i, return like a\n[05:47.41] Jed-i, with guns are han solo and never, seen, three, p.o's\n[05:54.91] The good against evil, flash forever\n[05:57.64] Spread mash and take\n[05:59.26] Drastic measures, blast berrettas\n[06:01.82] I carry nines like math professors\n[06:03.42] Lord have, drop jewels, sword slash\n[06:06.03] Rob crews that snatch treasures\n[06:08.01] Halt, the global giant unfolds the science\n[06:10.27] Unify blends the fire to the sea\n[06:12.82] I bring crisis and crucifixion with the newest scriptures\n[06:15.13] Rugged who control hundreds\n[06:17.73] Who stay cold blooded like anemics\n[06:19.88] Paint pictures that keep minds twisted like spinal defects\n[06:23.45] Spit jewels\n[06:24.69] Watch your platoon\n[06:26.14] Lick wounds\n[06:27.49] And form scabs before they grif again\n[06:29.07] It's lord hittin 'em\n[06:30.28] And as the world turns, like, holy koran scripts\n[06:33.48] My response is to keep repping, son\n[06:35.80] Terrorize, for six days\n[06:37.93] And gon' rest on the seventh one\n[06:39.57] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Flipmode Iz Da Squad\n  artist: Rampage\n  album: Scouts Honor ... By Way Of Blood\n  duration_ms: 401770\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Featuring da flipmode squad\n  start_ms: 960\n  end_ms: 1660\n- text: Drop it\n  start_ms: 1660\n  end_ms: 2340\n- text: Uh ladies and gentlemen\n  start_ms: 2340\n  end_ms: 3310\n- text: Y'all siga siga sing it x6 (flipmode is da squad)\n  start_ms: 3310\n  end_ms: 19270\n- text: It's the ramp auto nigga you've been waiting for the outlaw\n  start_ms: 19270\n  end_ms: 23410\n- text: Throwing brothers off the seashore this is your derour\n  start_ms: 23410\n  end_ms: 26020\n- text: Flipmode take you to war kids in the hood can't take it no more\n  start_ms: 26020\n  end_ms: 31440\n- text: I'm the one you looking for\n  start_ms: 31440\n  end_ms: 33140\n- text: If eight is enough i rock my stuff watch you get cuff\n  start_ms: 33140\n  end_ms: 36010\n- text: Yo, you fucking with the wrong bluff\n  start_ms: 36010\n  end_ms: 38250\n- text: I got more king than just\n  start_ms: 38250\n  end_ms: 39680\n- text: Niggas make me mad, now i got to squeeze and bust\n  start_ms: 39680\n  end_ms: 42230\n- text: Bringing harm with my lucky charm, me and saddam\n  start_ms: 42230\n  end_ms: 44860\n- text: I can't keep calm, release the bomb, (boom)\n  start_ms: 44860\n  end_ms: 47050\n- text: Radiation, to the nation, call your congregation\n  start_ms: 47050\n  end_ms: 49690\n- text: My squad is on plantation\n  start_ms: 49690\n  end_ms: 52020\n- text: And word up, rampage, last nigga scout\n  start_ms: 52020\n  end_ms: 55160\n- text: Quick to punch a nigga in his mouth\n  start_ms: 55160\n  end_ms: 57670\n- text: That's word to down south\n  start_ms: 57670\n  end_ms: 62050\n- text: Putting in their lyrical concepts\n  start_ms: 62050\n  end_ms: 64160\n- text: This is rap with no rules\n  start_ms: 64160\n  end_ms: 65700\n- text: Fuck being cool, old school or new school\n  start_ms: 65700\n  end_ms: 68770\n- text: I'm supreme, i'm on the fat winning team\n  start_ms: 68770\n  end_ms: 71430\n- text: A lot of clicks wanna dream, peep my theme\n  start_ms: 71430\n  end_ms: 73800\n- text: I'm in it to win it, you damn right i'm getting cream\n  start_ms: 73800\n  end_ms: 76570\n- text: Microphone fiend, uh\n  start_ms: 76570\n  end_ms: 77560\n- text: Ehhh, eh eh eh eh eh eh eh, eh eh eh eh eh eh, eh\n  start_ms: 77560\n  end_ms: 85320\n- text: Hallelujhah, kids hear this (this), you got to hear this (this)\n  start_ms: 85320\n  end_ms: 89200\n- text: Flipmode's the one and your shit should hear this\n  start_ms: 89200\n  end_ms: 92050\n- text: Splitting the guns, causing a earthquake\n  start_ms: 92050\n  end_ms: 94510\n- text: My contradict thick like a mickey d shake\n  start_ms: 94510\n  end_ms: 97070\n- text: I give the shit that i know you can't take\n  start_ms: 97070\n  end_ms: 99510\n- text: Fuck out my way for heaven's sake\n  start_ms: 99510\n  end_ms: 101860\n- text: I got my eye on you (you), what you gonna do (do), you ain't got clue\n  start_ms: 101860\n  end_ms: 105880\n- text: (clue)\n  start_ms: 105880\n  end_ms: 106890\n- text: Shoo fly shoo fly shoo\n  start_ms: 106890\n  end_ms: 108670\n- text: Everything's peachy keen neato\n  start_ms: 108670\n  end_ms: 110300\n- text: Tommy coming fast like speedo\n  start_ms: 110300\n  end_ms: 112230\n- text: Make a blast like a torpedo\n  start_ms: 112230\n  end_ms: 114510\n- text: Deep like captain nemo\n  start_ms: 114510\n  end_ms: 115910\n- text: I brings the primo\n  start_ms: 115910\n  end_ms: 117480\n- text: My life will be nitro large, jumbo\n  start_ms: 117480\n  end_ms: 119400\n- text: Your shit be itty bitty bitty bitty micro\n  start_ms: 119400\n  end_ms: 122750\n- text: In your ass like a vaccine\n  start_ms: 122750\n  end_ms: 124650\n- text: Point mc's to my hilly bill jeans\n  start_ms: 124650\n  end_ms: 127350\n- text: I eat mc's with rice and beans (beans), rice and greens (greens)\n  start_ms: 127350\n  end_ms: 131350\n- text: I wreck the whole scene\n  start_ms: 131350\n  end_ms: 133680\n- text: Serious, true brother, should not scream\n  start_ms: 133680\n  end_ms: 135020\n- text: Yo yo, yo, yo\n  start_ms: 135020\n  end_ms: 138220\n- text: Yo check this here, i be the thug up in your ear\n  start_ms: 138220\n  end_ms: 140830\n- text: From here to cakalaka, the microphone attacker\n  start_ms: 140830\n  end_ms: 143780\n- text: Spliff i split psycho soloist, one of the dopest\n  start_ms: 143780\n  end_ms: 146530\n- text: Singing songs on recess when i'm giving one fuck, uhh\n  start_ms: 146530\n  end_ms: 149200\n- text: Pastor of disaster, i brings it on\n  start_ms: 149200\n  end_ms: 151920\n- text: My flipmode niggas be like children of the corn\n  start_ms: 151920\n  end_ms: 154330\n- text: Running through your block blasting (pow)\n  start_ms: 154330\n  end_ms: 156580\n- text: With no questions asking\n  start_ms: 156580\n  end_ms: 157470\n- text: Putting bullet holes through your fucking latest fashion\n  start_ms: 157470\n  end_ms: 160150\n- text: The ignorant immigrant\n  start_ms: 160150\n  end_ms: 161690\n- text: Magnificent, like morrocco\n  start_ms: 161690\n  end_ms: 163530\n- text: Stacking that cheddar like nacho\n  start_ms: 163530\n  end_ms: 165570\n- text: The number one honcho\n  start_ms: 165570\n  end_ms: 166960\n- text: Dirty nigga desperado rhyme well bravo\n  start_ms: 166960\n  end_ms: 169250\n- text: Freestyle felon oops upside your fucking melon\n  start_ms: 169250\n  end_ms: 172030\n- text: Breaking fool on they ass just like george did to helen\n  start_ms: 172030\n  end_ms: 175250\n- text: I got the world yelling\n  start_ms: 175250\n  end_ms: 176640\n- text: Hit the punashatach unitl it start smelling\n  start_ms: 176640\n  end_ms: 180000\n- text: Y'all siga siga sing it x6 (flipmode is da squad)\n  start_ms: 180000\n  end_ms: 194160\n- text: Yo yo, yo, yo, yo let me continue\n  start_ms: 194160\n  end_ms: 197070\n- text: Motherfucker i'm about to send you (ha ha ha ha)\n  start_ms: 197070\n  end_ms: 199210\n- text: Check me out, the demon done got up in you\n  start_ms: 199210\n  end_ms: 201980\n- text: What the fuck you talking about i've been waiting\n  start_ms: 201980\n  end_ms: 204350\n- text: I wanna talk to you, shit, watery shit\n  start_ms: 204350\n  end_ms: 206410\n- text: Caught the 24 hour flu, soft\n  start_ms: 206410\n  end_ms: 208330\n- text: Of course, blow you off course\n  start_ms: 208330\n  end_ms: 210510\n- text: Flying through the sky like the pegeasus horse\n  start_ms: 210510\n  end_ms: 212870\n- text: You lost to be the boss, i toss\n  start_ms: 212870\n  end_ms: 215190\n- text: Kill corny niggas with no remorse\n  start_ms: 215190\n  end_ms: 217190\n- text: Turn my lights off, turn my mic on\n  start_ms: 217190\n  end_ms: 219090\n- text: Yo busta rhymes could manifest so who'd be the true lyric icon\n  start_ms: 219090\n  end_ms: 222920\n- text: It really don't matter how much bigger\n  start_ms: 222920\n  end_ms: 224830\n- text: I storm all over motherfuckers, like some end of the world niggas\n  start_ms: 224830\n  end_ms: 228380\n- text: Like rapid fire, chicka cha, blaow!\n  start_ms: 228380\n  end_ms: 230850\n- text: Bust a shot all up in your face, nigga what now\n  start_ms: 230850\n  end_ms: 233040\n- text: Mistaken enough i just breaking chicken\n  start_ms: 233040\n  end_ms: 235500\n- text: Prepare for the undertaking, your whole body faking\n  start_ms: 235500\n  end_ms: 238490\n- text: I always try my hardest to keep communicating\n  start_ms: 238490\n  end_ms: 240920\n- text: But you ain't relating\n  start_ms: 240920\n  end_ms: 242480\n- text: You fucked up on what i'm making\n  start_ms: 242480\n  end_ms: 244250\n- text: Watch, how we attract like magnets, break your body down to fragments\n  start_ms: 244250\n  end_ms: 247820\n- text: Cut you down to half size, quarter size, eighth size, nigga\n  start_ms: 247820\n  end_ms: 251610\n- text: Get up off my dick\n  start_ms: 251610\n  end_ms: 252820\n- text: Chop you up and bag you up just like a half a brick\n  start_ms: 252820\n  end_ms: 254890\n- text: Reversible, rehearsable, busta rhymes, almighty merciful\n  start_ms: 254890\n  end_ms: 259670\n- text: Dismantle, example, your whole crew will get trampled\n  start_ms: 259670\n  end_ms: 263650\n- text: Follow the example, the lyrical nutritionist, the abolitionist\n  start_ms: 263650\n  end_ms: 266940\n- text: I revolutionize the music like a fucking revolutionist\n  start_ms: 266940\n  end_ms: 269710\n- text: Busta rhymes will stay snapping while bitches keep on yapping\n  start_ms: 269710\n  end_ms: 273650\n- text: When my shit is done, you fuckers start clapping, what the happened\n  start_ms: 273650\n  end_ms: 277000\n- text: Rhymes feel like a bunch of diesel niggas, hype niggas\n  start_ms: 277000\n  end_ms: 279880\n- text: We be them type niggas, them side swipe niggas\n  start_ms: 279880\n  end_ms: 282160\n- text: While you be the apprentice\n  start_ms: 282160\n  end_ms: 283580\n- text: My dick up in your mouth just like a dentist\n  start_ms: 283580\n  end_ms: 285540\n- text: You seventh day adventist\n  start_ms: 285540\n  end_ms: 286980\n- text: My rhymes is in the, uhh\n  start_ms: 286980\n  end_ms: 288120\n- text: For memory laps, no halfs, caught up in traps\n  start_ms: 288120\n  end_ms: 290850\n- text: I cross country like traveling maps\n  start_ms: 290850\n  end_ms: 292660\n- text: Worldwide (echoed)\n  start_ms: 292660\n  end_ms: 300410\n- text: One, nation indivisible, with, liberty the god individual\n  start_ms: 300410\n  end_ms: 304950\n- text: Cripple you\n  start_ms: 304950\n  end_ms: 306850\n- text: Colonize like pirates and criminals\n  start_ms: 306850\n  end_ms: 309430\n- text: Convicted of world crimes while i'm world wide in flows\n  start_ms: 309430\n  end_ms: 312980\n- text: Modernize and digital\n  start_ms: 312980\n  end_ms: 314740\n- text: Evacuate civilize\n  start_ms: 314740\n  end_ms: 316290\n- text: Billions tumble\n  start_ms: 316290\n  end_ms: 318620\n- text: My skill guzzle\n  start_ms: 318620\n  end_ms: 319840\n- text: Iced tea with cop killas, top billas now\n  start_ms: 319840\n  end_ms: 321480\n- text: So binoculars to follow\n  start_ms: 321480\n  end_ms: 324550\n- text: Blood drops in spillage\n  start_ms: 324550\n  end_ms: 326230\n- text: In treetops my gorillas collapse shit, like alaskian winters (ha)\n  start_ms: 326230\n  end_ms: 331130\n- text: Sinners (ha) frostbit\n  start_ms: 331130\n  end_ms: 333180\n- text: Lost sleds and lost fingers\n  start_ms: 333180\n  end_ms: 334750\n- text: Lord, commander of large missile militias\n  start_ms: 334750\n  end_ms: 337050\n- text: Pick, up, dust, like the share croppers galoshes\n  start_ms: 337050\n  end_ms: 341870\n- text: And spray agent orange from helicopters on impostors\n  start_ms: 341870\n  end_ms: 345520\n- text: Then i, return like a\n  start_ms: 345520\n  end_ms: 347410\n- text: Jed-i, with guns are han solo and never, seen, three, p.o's\n  start_ms: 347410\n  end_ms: 354910\n- text: The good against evil, flash forever\n  start_ms: 354910\n  end_ms: 357640\n- text: Spread mash and take\n  start_ms: 357640\n  end_ms: 359260\n- text: Drastic measures, blast berrettas\n  start_ms: 359260\n  end_ms: 361820\n- text: I carry nines like math professors\n  start_ms: 361820\n  end_ms: 363420\n- text: Lord have, drop jewels, sword slash\n  start_ms: 363420\n  end_ms: 366030\n- text: Rob crews that snatch treasures\n  start_ms: 366030\n  end_ms: 368010\n- text: Halt, the global giant unfolds the science\n  start_ms: 368010\n  end_ms: 370270\n- text: Unify blends the fire to the sea\n  start_ms: 370270\n  end_ms: 372820\n- text: I bring crisis and crucifixion with the newest scriptures\n  start_ms: 372820\n  end_ms: 375130\n- text: Rugged who control hundreds\n  start_ms: 375130\n  end_ms: 377730\n- text: Who stay cold blooded like anemics\n  start_ms: 377730\n  end_ms: 379880\n- text: Paint pictures that keep minds twisted like spinal defects\n  start_ms: 379880\n  end_ms: 383450\n- text: Spit jewels\n  start_ms: 383450\n  end_ms: 384690\n- text: Watch your platoon\n  start_ms: 384690\n  end_ms: 386140\n- text: Lick wounds\n  start_ms: 386140\n  end_ms: 387490\n- text: And form scabs before they grif again\n  start_ms: 387490\n  end_ms: 389070\n- text: It's lord hittin 'em\n  start_ms: 389070\n  end_ms: 390280\n- text: And as the world turns, like, holy koran scripts\n  start_ms: 390280\n  end_ms: 393480\n- text: My response is to keep repping, son\n  start_ms: 393480\n  end_ms: 395800\n- text: Terrorize, for six days\n  start_ms: 395800\n  end_ms: 397930\n- text: And gon' rest on the seventh one\n  start_ms: 397930\n  end_ms: 399570\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 399570\nplain: |-\n  Featuring da flipmode squad\n\n  Drop it\n  Uh ladies and gentlemen\n\n  Y'all siga siga sing it x6 (flipmode is da squad)\n\n  It's the ramp auto nigga you've been waiting for the outlaw\n  Throwing brothers off the seashore this is your derour\n  Flipmode take you to war kids in the hood can't take it no more\n  I'm the one you looking for\n  If eight is enough i rock my stuff watch you get cuff\n  Yo, you fucking with the wrong bluff\n  I got more king than just\n  Niggas make me mad, now i got to squeeze and bust\n  Bringing harm with my lucky charm, me and saddam\n  I can't keep calm, release the bomb, (boom)\n  Radiation, to the nation, call your congregation\n  My squad is on plantation\n  And word up, rampage, last nigga scout\n  Quick to punch a nigga in his mouth\n  That's word to down south\n  Putting in their lyrical concepts\n  This is rap with no rules\n  Fuck being cool, old school or new school\n  I'm supreme, i'm on the fat winning team\n  A lot of clicks wanna dream, peep my theme\n  I'm in it to win it, you damn right i'm getting cream\n  Microphone fiend, uh\n\n  Ehhh, eh eh eh eh eh eh eh, eh eh eh eh eh eh, eh\n  Hallelujhah, kids hear this (this), you got to hear this (this)\n  Flipmode's the one and your shit should hear this\n  Splitting the guns, causing a earthquake\n  My contradict thick like a mickey d shake\n  I give the shit that i know you can't take\n  Fuck out my way for heaven's sake\n  I got my eye on you (you), what you gonna do (do), you ain't got clue\n  (clue)\n  Shoo fly shoo fly shoo\n  Everything's peachy keen neato\n  Tommy coming fast like speedo\n  Make a blast like a torpedo\n  Deep like captain nemo\n  I brings the primo\n  My life will be nitro large, jumbo\n  Your shit be itty bitty bitty bitty micro\n  In your ass like a vaccine\n  Point mc's to my hilly bill jeans\n  I eat mc's with rice and beans (beans), rice and greens (greens)\n  I wreck the whole scene\n  Serious, true brother, should not scream\n\n  Yo yo, yo, yo\n  Yo check this here, i be the thug up in your ear\n  From here to cakalaka, the microphone attacker\n  Spliff i split psycho soloist, one of the dopest\n  Singing songs on recess when i'm giving one fuck, uhh\n  Pastor of disaster, i brings it on\n  My flipmode niggas be like children of the corn\n  Running through your block blasting (pow)\n  With no questions asking\n  Putting bullet holes through your fucking latest fashion\n  The ignorant immigrant\n  Magnificent, like morrocco\n  Stacking that cheddar like nacho\n  The number one honcho\n  Dirty nigga desperado rhyme well bravo\n  Freestyle felon oops upside your fucking melon\n  Breaking fool on they ass just like george did to helen\n  I got the world yelling\n  Hit the punashatach unitl it start smelling\n\n  Y'all siga siga sing it x6 (flipmode is da squad)\n\n  Yo yo, yo, yo, yo let me continue\n  Motherfucker i'm about to send you (ha ha ha ha)\n  Check me out, the demon done got up in you\n  What the fuck you talking about i've been waiting\n  I wanna talk to you, shit, watery shit\n  Caught the 24 hour flu, soft\n  Of course, blow you off course\n  Flying through the sky like the pegeasus horse\n  You lost to be the boss, i toss\n  Kill corny niggas with no remorse\n  Turn my lights off, turn my mic on\n  Yo busta rhymes could manifest so who'd be the true lyric icon\n  It really don't matter how much bigger\n  I storm all over motherfuckers, like some end of the world niggas\n  Like rapid fire, chicka cha, blaow!\n  Bust a shot all up in your face, nigga what now\n  Mistaken enough i just breaking chicken\n  Prepare for the undertaking, your whole body faking\n  I always try my hardest to keep communicating\n  But you ain't relating\n  You fucked up on what i'm making\n  Watch, how we attract like magnets, break your body down to fragments\n  Cut you down to half size, quarter size, eighth size, nigga\n  Get up off my dick\n  Chop you up and bag you up just like a half a brick\n  Reversible, rehearsable, busta rhymes, almighty merciful\n  Dismantle, example, your whole crew will get trampled\n  Follow the example, the lyrical nutritionist, the abolitionist\n  I revolutionize the music like a fucking revolutionist\n  Busta rhymes will stay snapping while bitches keep on yapping\n  When my shit is done, you fuckers start clapping, what the happened\n  Rhymes feel like a bunch of diesel niggas, hype niggas\n  We be them type niggas, them side swipe niggas\n  While you be the apprentice\n  My dick up in your mouth just like a dentist\n  You seventh day adventist\n  My rhymes is in the, uhh\n  For memory laps, no halfs, caught up in traps\n  I cross country like traveling maps\n  Worldwide (echoed)\n\n  One, nation indivisible, with, liberty the god individual\n  Cripple you\n  Colonize like pirates and criminals\n  Convicted of world crimes while i'm world wide in flows\n  Modernize and digital\n  Evacuate civilize\n  Billions tumble\n  My skill guzzle\n  Iced tea with cop killas, top billas now\n  So binoculars to follow\n  Blood drops in spillage\n  In treetops my gorillas collapse shit, like alaskian winters (ha)\n  Sinners (ha) frostbit\n  Lost sleds and lost fingers\n  Lord, commander of large missile militias\n  Pick, up, dust, like the share croppers galoshes\n  And spray agent orange from helicopters on impostors\n  Then i, return like a\n  Jed-i, with guns are han solo and never, seen, three, p.o's\n  The good against evil, flash forever\n  Spread mash and take\n  Drastic measures, blast berrettas\n  I carry nines like math professors\n  Lord have, drop jewels, sword slash\n  Rob crews that snatch treasures\n  Halt, the global giant unfolds the science\n  Unify blends the fire to the sea\n  I bring crisis and crucifixion with the newest scriptures\n  Rugged who control hundreds\n  Who stay cold blooded like anemics\n  Paint pictures that keep minds twisted like spinal defects\n  Spit jewels\n  Watch your platoon\n  Lick wounds\n  And form scabs before they grif again\n  It's lord hittin 'em\n  And as the world turns, like, holy koran scripts\n  My response is to keep repping, son\n  Terrorize, for six days\n  And gon' rest on the seventh one\n"},{"id":24424480,"name":"Flipmode Iz da Squad","trackName":"Flipmode Iz da Squad","artistName":"Rampage","albumName":"Scouts Honor By Way Of Blood (Non-PA Version)","duration":401.031837,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Featuring da flipmode squad\n\nDrop it\nUh ladies and gentlemen\n\nY'all siga siga sing it x6 (flipmode is da squad)\n\nIt's the ramp auto nigga you've been waiting for the outlaw\nThrowing brothers off the seashore this is your derour\nFlipmode take you to war kids in the hood can't take it no more\nI'm the one you looking for\nIf eight is enough i rock my stuff watch you get cuff\nYo, you fucking with the wrong bluff\nI got more king than just\nNiggas make me mad, now i got to squeeze and bust\nBringing harm with my lucky charm, me and saddam\nI can't keep calm, release the bomb, (boom)\nRadiation, to the nation, call your congregation\nMy squad is on plantation\nAnd word up, rampage, last nigga scout\nQuick to punch a nigga in his mouth\nThat's word to down south\nPutting in their lyrical concepts\nThis is rap with no rules\nFuck being cool, old school or new school\nI'm supreme, i'm on the fat winning team\nA lot of clicks wanna dream, peep my theme\nI'm in it to win it, you damn right i'm getting cream\nMicrophone fiend, uh\n\nEhhh, eh eh eh eh eh eh eh, eh eh eh eh eh eh, eh\nHallelujhah, kids hear this (this), you got to hear this (this)\nFlipmode's the one and your shit should hear this\nSplitting the guns, causing a earthquake\nMy contradict thick like a mickey d shake\nI give the shit that i know you can't take\nFuck out my way for heaven's sake\nI got my eye on you (you), what you gonna do (do), you ain't got clue\n(clue)\nShoo fly shoo fly shoo\nEverything's peachy keen neato\nTommy coming fast like speedo\nMake a blast like a torpedo\nDeep like captain nemo\nI brings the primo\nMy life will be nitro large, jumbo\nYour shit be itty bitty bitty bitty micro\nIn your ass like a vaccine\nPoint mc's to my hilly bill jeans\nI eat mc's with rice and beans (beans), rice and greens (greens)\nI wreck the whole scene\nSerious, true brother, should not scream\n\nYo yo, yo, yo\nYo check this here, i be the thug up in your ear\nFrom here to cakalaka, the microphone attacker\nSpliff i split psycho soloist, one of the dopest\nSinging songs on recess when i'm giving one fuck, uhh\nPastor of disaster, i brings it on\nMy flipmode niggas be like children of the corn\nRunning through your block blasting (pow)\nWith no questions asking\nPutting bullet holes through your fucking latest fashion\nThe ignorant immigrant\nMagnificent, like morrocco\nStacking that cheddar like nacho\nThe number one honcho\nDirty nigga desperado rhyme well bravo\nFreestyle felon oops upside your fucking melon\nBreaking fool on they ass just like george did to helen\nI got the world yelling\nHit the punashatach unitl it start smelling\n\nY'all siga siga sing it x6 (flipmode is da squad)\n\nYo yo, yo, yo, yo let me continue\nMotherfucker i'm about to send you (ha ha ha ha)\nCheck me out, the demon done got up in you\nWhat the fuck you talking about i've been waiting\nI wanna talk to you, shit, watery shit\nCaught the 24 hour flu, soft\nOf course, blow you off course\nFlying through the sky like the pegeasus horse\nYou lost to be the boss, i toss\nKill corny niggas with no remorse\nTurn my lights off, turn my mic on\nYo busta rhymes could manifest so who'd be the true lyric icon\nIt really don't matter how much bigger\nI storm all over motherfuckers, like some end of the world niggas\nLike rapid fire, chicka cha, blaow!\nBust a shot all up in your face, nigga what now\nMistaken enough i just breaking chicken\nPrepare for the undertaking, your whole body faking\nI always try my hardest to keep communicating\nBut you ain't relating\nYou fucked up on what i'm making\nWatch, how we attract like magnets, break your body down to fragments\nCut you down to half size, quarter size, eighth size, nigga\nGet up off my dick\nChop you up and bag you up just like a half a brick\nReversible, rehearsable, busta rhymes, almighty merciful\nDismantle, example, your whole crew will get trampled\nFollow the example, the lyrical nutritionist, the abolitionist\nI revolutionize the music like a fucking revolutionist\nBusta rhymes will stay snapping while bitches keep on yapping\nWhen my shit is done, you fuckers start clapping, what the happened\nRhymes feel like a bunch of diesel niggas, hype niggas\nWe be them type niggas, them side swipe niggas\nWhile you be the apprentice\nMy dick up in your mouth just like a dentist\nYou seventh day adventist\nMy rhymes is in the, uhh\nFor memory laps, no halfs, caught up in traps\nI cross country like traveling maps\nWorldwide (echoed)\n\nOne, nation indivisible, with, liberty the god individual\nCripple you\nColonize like pirates and criminals\nConvicted of world crimes while i'm world wide in flows\nModernize and digital\nEvacuate civilize\nBillions tumble\nMy skill guzzle\nIced tea with cop killas, top billas now\nSo binoculars to follow\nBlood drops in spillage\nIn treetops my gorillas collapse shit, like alaskian winters (ha)\nSinners (ha) frostbit\nLost sleds and lost fingers\nLord, commander of large missile militias\nPick, up, dust, like the share croppers galoshes\nAnd spray agent orange from helicopters on impostors\nThen i, return like a\nJed-i, with guns are han solo and never, seen, three, p.o's\nThe good against evil, flash forever\nSpread mash and take\nDrastic measures, blast berrettas\nI carry nines like math professors\nLord have, drop jewels, sword slash\nRob crews that snatch treasures\nHalt, the global giant unfolds the science\nUnify blends the fire to the sea\nI bring crisis and crucifixion with the newest scriptures\nRugged who control hundreds\nWho stay cold blooded like anemics\nPaint pictures that keep minds twisted like spinal defects\nSpit jewels\nWatch your platoon\nLick wounds\nAnd form scabs before they grif again\nIt's lord hittin 'em\nAnd as the world turns, like, holy koran scripts\nMy response is to keep repping, son\nTerrorize, for six days\nAnd gon' rest on the seventh one","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.96] Featuring da flipmode squad\n[00:01.66] Drop it\n[00:02.34] Uh ladies and gentlemen\n[00:03.31] Y'all siga siga sing it x6 (flipmode is da squad)\n[00:19.27] It's the ramp auto nigga you've been waiting for the outlaw\n[00:23.41] Throwing brothers off the seashore this is your derour\n[00:26.02] Flipmode take you to war kids in the hood can't take it no more\n[00:31.44] I'm the one you looking for\n[00:33.14] If eight is enough i rock my stuff watch you get cuff\n[00:36.01] Yo, you fucking with the wrong bluff\n[00:38.25] I got more king than just\n[00:39.68] Niggas make me mad, now i got to squeeze and bust\n[00:42.23] Bringing harm with my lucky charm, me and saddam\n[00:44.86] I can't keep calm, release the bomb, (boom)\n[00:47.05] Radiation, to the nation, call your congregation\n[00:49.69] My squad is on plantation\n[00:52.02] And word up, rampage, last nigga scout\n[00:55.16] Quick to punch a nigga in his mouth\n[00:57.67] That's word to down south\n[01:02.05] Putting in their lyrical concepts\n[01:04.16] This is rap with no rules\n[01:05.70] Fuck being cool, old school or new school\n[01:08.77] I'm supreme, i'm on the fat winning team\n[01:11.43] A lot of clicks wanna dream, peep my theme\n[01:13.80] I'm in it to win it, you damn right i'm getting cream\n[01:16.57] Microphone fiend, uh\n[01:17.56] Ehhh, eh eh eh eh eh eh eh, eh eh eh eh eh eh, eh\n[01:25.32] Hallelujhah, kids hear this (this), you got to hear this (this)\n[01:29.20] Flipmode's the one and your shit should hear this\n[01:32.05] Splitting the guns, causing a earthquake\n[01:34.51] My contradict thick like a mickey d shake\n[01:37.07] I give the shit that i know you can't take\n[01:39.51] Fuck out my way for heaven's sake\n[01:41.86] I got my eye on you (you), what you gonna do (do), you ain't got clue\n[01:45.88] (clue)\n[01:46.89] Shoo fly shoo fly shoo\n[01:48.67] Everything's peachy keen neato\n[01:50.30] Tommy coming fast like speedo\n[01:52.23] Make a blast like a torpedo\n[01:54.51] Deep like captain nemo\n[01:55.91] I brings the primo\n[01:57.48] My life will be nitro large, jumbo\n[01:59.40] Your shit be itty bitty bitty bitty micro\n[02:02.75] In your ass like a vaccine\n[02:04.65] Point mc's to my hilly bill jeans\n[02:07.35] I eat mc's with rice and beans (beans), rice and greens (greens)\n[02:11.35] I wreck the whole scene\n[02:13.68] Serious, true brother, should not scream\n[02:15.02] Yo yo, yo, yo\n[02:18.22] Yo check this here, i be the thug up in your ear\n[02:20.83] From here to cakalaka, the microphone attacker\n[02:23.78] Spliff i split psycho soloist, one of the dopest\n[02:26.53] Singing songs on recess when i'm giving one fuck, uhh\n[02:29.20] Pastor of disaster, i brings it on\n[02:31.92] My flipmode niggas be like children of the corn\n[02:34.33] Running through your block blasting (pow)\n[02:36.58] With no questions asking\n[02:37.47] Putting bullet holes through your fucking latest fashion\n[02:40.15] The ignorant immigrant\n[02:41.69] Magnificent, like morrocco\n[02:43.53] Stacking that cheddar like nacho\n[02:45.57] The number one honcho\n[02:46.96] Dirty nigga desperado rhyme well bravo\n[02:49.25] Freestyle felon oops upside your fucking melon\n[02:52.03] Breaking fool on they ass just like george did to helen\n[02:55.25] I got the world yelling\n[02:56.64] Hit the punashatach unitl it start smelling\n[03:00.00] Y'all siga siga sing it x6 (flipmode is da squad)\n[03:14.16] Yo yo, yo, yo, yo let me continue\n[03:17.07] Motherfucker i'm about to send you (ha ha ha ha)\n[03:19.21] Check me out, the demon done got up in you\n[03:21.98] What the fuck you talking about i've been waiting\n[03:24.35] I wanna talk to you, shit, watery shit\n[03:26.41] Caught the 24 hour flu, soft\n[03:28.33] Of course, blow you off course\n[03:30.51] Flying through the sky like the pegeasus horse\n[03:32.87] You lost to be the boss, i toss\n[03:35.19] Kill corny niggas with no remorse\n[03:37.19] Turn my lights off, turn my mic on\n[03:39.09] Yo busta rhymes could manifest so who'd be the true lyric icon\n[03:42.92] It really don't matter how much bigger\n[03:44.83] I storm all over motherfuckers, like some end of the world niggas\n[03:48.38] Like rapid fire, chicka cha, blaow!\n[03:50.85] Bust a shot all up in your face, nigga what now\n[03:53.04] Mistaken enough i just breaking chicken\n[03:55.50] Prepare for the undertaking, your whole body faking\n[03:58.49] I always try my hardest to keep communicating\n[04:00.92] But you ain't relating\n[04:02.48] You fucked up on what i'm making\n[04:04.25] Watch, how we attract like magnets, break your body down to fragments\n[04:07.82] Cut you down to half size, quarter size, eighth size, nigga\n[04:11.61] Get up off my dick\n[04:12.82] Chop you up and bag you up just like a half a brick\n[04:14.89] Reversible, rehearsable, busta rhymes, almighty merciful\n[04:19.67] Dismantle, example, your whole crew will get trampled\n[04:23.65] Follow the example, the lyrical nutritionist, the abolitionist\n[04:26.94] I revolutionize the music like a fucking revolutionist\n[04:29.71] Busta rhymes will stay snapping while bitches keep on yapping\n[04:33.65] When my shit is done, you fuckers start clapping, what the happened\n[04:37.00] Rhymes feel like a bunch of diesel niggas, hype niggas\n[04:39.88] We be them type niggas, them side swipe niggas\n[04:42.16] While you be the apprentice\n[04:43.58] My dick up in your mouth just like a dentist\n[04:45.54] You seventh day adventist\n[04:46.98] My rhymes is in the, uhh\n[04:48.12] For memory laps, no halfs, caught up in traps\n[04:50.85] I cross country like traveling maps\n[04:52.66] Worldwide (echoed)\n[05:00.41] One, nation indivisible, with, liberty the god individual\n[05:04.95] Cripple you\n[05:06.85] Colonize like pirates and criminals\n[05:09.43] Convicted of world crimes while i'm world wide in flows\n[05:12.98] Modernize and digital\n[05:14.74] Evacuate civilize\n[05:16.29] Billions tumble\n[05:18.62] My skill guzzle\n[05:19.84] Iced tea with cop killas, top billas now\n[05:21.48] So binoculars to follow\n[05:24.55] Blood drops in spillage\n[05:26.23] In treetops my gorillas collapse shit, like alaskian winters (ha)\n[05:31.13] Sinners (ha) frostbit\n[05:33.18] Lost sleds and lost fingers\n[05:34.75] Lord, commander of large missile militias\n[05:37.05] Pick, up, dust, like the share croppers galoshes\n[05:41.87] And spray agent orange from helicopters on impostors\n[05:45.52] Then i, return like a\n[05:47.41] Jed-i, with guns are han solo and never, seen, three, p.o's\n[05:54.91] The good against evil, flash forever\n[05:57.64] Spread mash and take\n[05:59.26] Drastic measures, blast berrettas\n[06:01.82] I carry nines like math professors\n[06:03.42] Lord have, drop jewels, sword slash\n[06:06.03] Rob crews that snatch treasures\n[06:08.01] Halt, the global giant unfolds the science\n[06:10.27] Unify blends the fire to the sea\n[06:12.82] I bring crisis and crucifixion with the newest scriptures\n[06:15.13] Rugged who control hundreds\n[06:17.73] Who stay cold blooded like anemics\n[06:19.88] Paint pictures that keep minds twisted like spinal defects\n[06:23.45] Spit jewels\n[06:24.69] Watch your platoon\n[06:26.14] Lick wounds\n[06:27.49] And form scabs before they grif again\n[06:29.07] It's lord hittin 'em\n[06:30.28] And as the world turns, like, holy koran scripts\n[06:33.48] My response is to keep repping, son\n[06:35.80] Terrorize, for six days\n[06:37.93] And gon' rest on the seventh one\n[06:39.57] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Flipmode Iz da Squad\n  artist: Rampage\n  album: Scouts Honor By Way Of Blood (Non-PA Version)\n  duration_ms: 401032\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Featuring da flipmode squad\n  start_ms: 960\n  end_ms: 1660\n- text: Drop it\n  start_ms: 1660\n  end_ms: 2340\n- text: Uh ladies and gentlemen\n  start_ms: 2340\n  end_ms: 3310\n- text: Y'all siga siga sing it x6 (flipmode is da squad)\n  start_ms: 3310\n  end_ms: 19270\n- text: It's the ramp auto nigga you've been waiting for the outlaw\n  start_ms: 19270\n  end_ms: 23410\n- text: Throwing brothers off the seashore this is your derour\n  start_ms: 23410\n  end_ms: 26020\n- text: Flipmode take you to war kids in the hood can't take it no more\n  start_ms: 26020\n  end_ms: 31440\n- text: I'm the one you looking for\n  start_ms: 31440\n  end_ms: 33140\n- text: If eight is enough i rock my stuff watch you get cuff\n  start_ms: 33140\n  end_ms: 36010\n- text: Yo, you fucking with the wrong bluff\n  start_ms: 36010\n  end_ms: 38250\n- text: I got more king than just\n  start_ms: 38250\n  end_ms: 39680\n- text: Niggas make me mad, now i got to squeeze and bust\n  start_ms: 39680\n  end_ms: 42230\n- text: Bringing harm with my lucky charm, me and saddam\n  start_ms: 42230\n  end_ms: 44860\n- text: I can't keep calm, release the bomb, (boom)\n  start_ms: 44860\n  end_ms: 47050\n- text: Radiation, to the nation, call your congregation\n  start_ms: 47050\n  end_ms: 49690\n- text: My squad is on plantation\n  start_ms: 49690\n  end_ms: 52020\n- text: And word up, rampage, last nigga scout\n  start_ms: 52020\n  end_ms: 55160\n- text: Quick to punch a nigga in his mouth\n  start_ms: 55160\n  end_ms: 57670\n- text: That's word to down south\n  start_ms: 57670\n  end_ms: 62050\n- text: Putting in their lyrical concepts\n  start_ms: 62050\n  end_ms: 64160\n- text: This is rap with no rules\n  start_ms: 64160\n  end_ms: 65700\n- text: Fuck being cool, old school or new school\n  start_ms: 65700\n  end_ms: 68770\n- text: I'm supreme, i'm on the fat winning team\n  start_ms: 68770\n  end_ms: 71430\n- text: A lot of clicks wanna dream, peep my theme\n  start_ms: 71430\n  end_ms: 73800\n- text: I'm in it to win it, you damn right i'm getting cream\n  start_ms: 73800\n  end_ms: 76570\n- text: Microphone fiend, uh\n  start_ms: 76570\n  end_ms: 77560\n- text: Ehhh, eh eh eh eh eh eh eh, eh eh eh eh eh eh, eh\n  start_ms: 77560\n  end_ms: 85320\n- text: Hallelujhah, kids hear this (this), you got to hear this (this)\n  start_ms: 85320\n  end_ms: 89200\n- text: Flipmode's the one and your shit should hear this\n  start_ms: 89200\n  end_ms: 92050\n- text: Splitting the guns, causing a earthquake\n  start_ms: 92050\n  end_ms: 94510\n- text: My contradict thick like a mickey d shake\n  start_ms: 94510\n  end_ms: 97070\n- text: I give the shit that i know you can't take\n  start_ms: 97070\n  end_ms: 99510\n- text: Fuck out my way for heaven's sake\n  start_ms: 99510\n  end_ms: 101860\n- text: I got my eye on you (you), what you gonna do (do), you ain't got clue\n  start_ms: 101860\n  end_ms: 105880\n- text: (clue)\n  start_ms: 105880\n  end_ms: 106890\n- text: Shoo fly shoo fly shoo\n  start_ms: 106890\n  end_ms: 108670\n- text: Everything's peachy keen neato\n  start_ms: 108670\n  end_ms: 110300\n- text: Tommy coming fast like speedo\n  start_ms: 110300\n  end_ms: 112230\n- text: Make a blast like a torpedo\n  start_ms: 112230\n  end_ms: 114510\n- text: Deep like captain nemo\n  start_ms: 114510\n  end_ms: 115910\n- text: I brings the primo\n  start_ms: 115910\n  end_ms: 117480\n- text: My life will be nitro large, jumbo\n  start_ms: 117480\n  end_ms: 119400\n- text: Your shit be itty bitty bitty bitty micro\n  start_ms: 119400\n  end_ms: 122750\n- text: In your ass like a vaccine\n  start_ms: 122750\n  end_ms: 124650\n- text: Point mc's to my hilly bill jeans\n  start_ms: 124650\n  end_ms: 127350\n- text: I eat mc's with rice and beans (beans), rice and greens (greens)\n  start_ms: 127350\n  end_ms: 131350\n- text: I wreck the whole scene\n  start_ms: 131350\n  end_ms: 133680\n- text: Serious, true brother, should not scream\n  start_ms: 133680\n  end_ms: 135020\n- text: Yo yo, yo, yo\n  start_ms: 135020\n  end_ms: 138220\n- text: Yo check this here, i be the thug up in your ear\n  start_ms: 138220\n  end_ms: 140830\n- text: From here to cakalaka, the microphone attacker\n  start_ms: 140830\n  end_ms: 143780\n- text: Spliff i split psycho soloist, one of the dopest\n  start_ms: 143780\n  end_ms: 146530\n- text: Singing songs on recess when i'm giving one fuck, uhh\n  start_ms: 146530\n  end_ms: 149200\n- text: Pastor of disaster, i brings it on\n  start_ms: 149200\n  end_ms: 151920\n- text: My flipmode niggas be like children of the corn\n  start_ms: 151920\n  end_ms: 154330\n- text: Running through your block blasting (pow)\n  start_ms: 154330\n  end_ms: 156580\n- text: With no questions asking\n  start_ms: 156580\n  end_ms: 157470\n- text: Putting bullet holes through your fucking latest fashion\n  start_ms: 157470\n  end_ms: 160150\n- text: The ignorant immigrant\n  start_ms: 160150\n  end_ms: 161690\n- text: Magnificent, like morrocco\n  start_ms: 161690\n  end_ms: 163530\n- text: Stacking that cheddar like nacho\n  start_ms: 163530\n  end_ms: 165570\n- text: The number one honcho\n  start_ms: 165570\n  end_ms: 166960\n- text: Dirty nigga desperado rhyme well bravo\n  start_ms: 166960\n  end_ms: 169250\n- text: Freestyle felon oops upside your fucking melon\n  start_ms: 169250\n  end_ms: 172030\n- text: Breaking fool on they ass just like george did to helen\n  start_ms: 172030\n  end_ms: 175250\n- text: I got the world yelling\n  start_ms: 175250\n  end_ms: 176640\n- text: Hit the punashatach unitl it start smelling\n  start_ms: 176640\n  end_ms: 180000\n- text: Y'all siga siga sing it x6 (flipmode is da squad)\n  start_ms: 180000\n  end_ms: 194160\n- text: Yo yo, yo, yo, yo let me continue\n  start_ms: 194160\n  end_ms: 197070\n- text: Motherfucker i'm about to send you (ha ha ha ha)\n  start_ms: 197070\n  end_ms: 199210\n- text: Check me out, the demon done got up in you\n  start_ms: 199210\n  end_ms: 201980\n- text: What the fuck you talking about i've been waiting\n  start_ms: 201980\n  end_ms: 204350\n- text: I wanna talk to you, shit, watery shit\n  start_ms: 204350\n  end_ms: 206410\n- text: Caught the 24 hour flu, soft\n  start_ms: 206410\n  end_ms: 208330\n- text: Of course, blow you off course\n  start_ms: 208330\n  end_ms: 210510\n- text: Flying through the sky like the pegeasus horse\n  start_ms: 210510\n  end_ms: 212870\n- text: You lost to be the boss, i toss\n  start_ms: 212870\n  end_ms: 215190\n- text: Kill corny niggas with no remorse\n  start_ms: 215190\n  end_ms: 217190\n- text: Turn my lights off, turn my mic on\n  start_ms: 217190\n  end_ms: 219090\n- text: Yo busta rhymes could manifest so who'd be the true lyric icon\n  start_ms: 219090\n  end_ms: 222920\n- text: It really don't matter how much bigger\n  start_ms: 222920\n  end_ms: 224830\n- text: I storm all over motherfuckers, like some end of the world niggas\n  start_ms: 224830\n  end_ms: 228380\n- text: Like rapid fire, chicka cha, blaow!\n  start_ms: 228380\n  end_ms: 230850\n- text: Bust a shot all up in your face, nigga what now\n  start_ms: 230850\n  end_ms: 233040\n- text: Mistaken enough i just breaking chicken\n  start_ms: 233040\n  end_ms: 235500\n- text: Prepare for the undertaking, your whole body faking\n  start_ms: 235500\n  end_ms: 238490\n- text: I always try my hardest to keep communicating\n  start_ms: 238490\n  end_ms: 240920\n- text: But you ain't relating\n  start_ms: 240920\n  end_ms: 242480\n- text: You fucked up on what i'm making\n  start_ms: 242480\n  end_ms: 244250\n- text: Watch, how we attract like magnets, break your body down to fragments\n  start_ms: 244250\n  end_ms: 247820\n- text: Cut you down to half size, quarter size, eighth size, nigga\n  start_ms: 247820\n  end_ms: 251610\n- text: Get up off my dick\n  start_ms: 251610\n  end_ms: 252820\n- text: Chop you up and bag you up just like a half a brick\n  start_ms: 252820\n  end_ms: 254890\n- text: Reversible, rehearsable, busta rhymes, almighty merciful\n  start_ms: 254890\n  end_ms: 259670\n- text: Dismantle, example, your whole crew will get trampled\n  start_ms: 259670\n  end_ms: 263650\n- text: Follow the example, the lyrical nutritionist, the abolitionist\n  start_ms: 263650\n  end_ms: 266940\n- text: I revolutionize the music like a fucking revolutionist\n  start_ms: 266940\n  end_ms: 269710\n- text: Busta rhymes will stay snapping while bitches keep on yapping\n  start_ms: 269710\n  end_ms: 273650\n- text: When my shit is done, you fuckers start clapping, what the happened\n  start_ms: 273650\n  end_ms: 277000\n- text: Rhymes feel like a bunch of diesel niggas, hype niggas\n  start_ms: 277000\n  end_ms: 279880\n- text: We be them type niggas, them side swipe niggas\n  start_ms: 279880\n  end_ms: 282160\n- text: While you be the apprentice\n  start_ms: 282160\n  end_ms: 283580\n- text: My dick up in your mouth just like a dentist\n  start_ms: 283580\n  end_ms: 285540\n- text: You seventh day adventist\n  start_ms: 285540\n  end_ms: 286980\n- text: My rhymes is in the, uhh\n  start_ms: 286980\n  end_ms: 288120\n- text: For memory laps, no halfs, caught up in traps\n  start_ms: 288120\n  end_ms: 290850\n- text: I cross country like traveling maps\n  start_ms: 290850\n  end_ms: 292660\n- text: Worldwide (echoed)\n  start_ms: 292660\n  end_ms: 300410\n- text: One, nation indivisible, with, liberty the god individual\n  start_ms: 300410\n  end_ms: 304950\n- text: Cripple you\n  start_ms: 304950\n  end_ms: 306850\n- text: Colonize like pirates and criminals\n  start_ms: 306850\n  end_ms: 309430\n- text: Convicted of world crimes while i'm world wide in flows\n  start_ms: 309430\n  end_ms: 312980\n- text: Modernize and digital\n  start_ms: 312980\n  end_ms: 314740\n- text: Evacuate civilize\n  start_ms: 314740\n  end_ms: 316290\n- text: Billions tumble\n  start_ms: 316290\n  end_ms: 318620\n- text: My skill guzzle\n  start_ms: 318620\n  end_ms: 319840\n- text: Iced tea with cop killas, top billas now\n  start_ms: 319840\n  end_ms: 321480\n- text: So binoculars to follow\n  start_ms: 321480\n  end_ms: 324550\n- text: Blood drops in spillage\n  start_ms: 324550\n  end_ms: 326230\n- text: In treetops my gorillas collapse shit, like alaskian winters (ha)\n  start_ms: 326230\n  end_ms: 331130\n- text: Sinners (ha) frostbit\n  start_ms: 331130\n  end_ms: 333180\n- text: Lost sleds and lost fingers\n  start_ms: 333180\n  end_ms: 334750\n- text: Lord, commander of large missile militias\n  start_ms: 334750\n  end_ms: 337050\n- text: Pick, up, dust, like the share croppers galoshes\n  start_ms: 337050\n  end_ms: 341870\n- text: And spray agent orange from helicopters on impostors\n  start_ms: 341870\n  end_ms: 345520\n- text: Then i, return like a\n  start_ms: 345520\n  end_ms: 347410\n- text: Jed-i, with guns are han solo and never, seen, three, p.o's\n  start_ms: 347410\n  end_ms: 354910\n- text: The good against evil, flash forever\n  start_ms: 354910\n  end_ms: 357640\n- text: Spread mash and take\n  start_ms: 357640\n  end_ms: 359260\n- text: Drastic measures, blast berrettas\n  start_ms: 359260\n  end_ms: 361820\n- text: I carry nines like math professors\n  start_ms: 361820\n  end_ms: 363420\n- text: Lord have, drop jewels, sword slash\n  start_ms: 363420\n  end_ms: 366030\n- text: Rob crews that snatch treasures\n  start_ms: 366030\n  end_ms: 368010\n- text: Halt, the global giant unfolds the science\n  start_ms: 368010\n  end_ms: 370270\n- text: Unify blends the fire to the sea\n  start_ms: 370270\n  end_ms: 372820\n- text: I bring crisis and crucifixion with the newest scriptures\n  start_ms: 372820\n  end_ms: 375130\n- text: Rugged who control hundreds\n  start_ms: 375130\n  end_ms: 377730\n- text: Who stay cold blooded like anemics\n  start_ms: 377730\n  end_ms: 379880\n- text: Paint pictures that keep minds twisted like spinal defects\n  start_ms: 379880\n  end_ms: 383450\n- text: Spit jewels\n  start_ms: 383450\n  end_ms: 384690\n- text: Watch your platoon\n  start_ms: 384690\n  end_ms: 386140\n- text: Lick wounds\n  start_ms: 386140\n  end_ms: 387490\n- text: And form scabs before they grif again\n  start_ms: 387490\n  end_ms: 389070\n- text: It's lord hittin 'em\n  start_ms: 389070\n  end_ms: 390280\n- text: And as the world turns, like, holy koran scripts\n  start_ms: 390280\n  end_ms: 393480\n- text: My response is to keep repping, son\n  start_ms: 393480\n  end_ms: 395800\n- text: Terrorize, for six days\n  start_ms: 395800\n  end_ms: 397930\n- text: And gon' rest on the seventh one\n  start_ms: 397930\n  end_ms: 399570\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 399570\nplain: |-\n  Featuring da flipmode squad\n\n  Drop it\n  Uh ladies and gentlemen\n\n  Y'all siga siga sing it x6 (flipmode is da squad)\n\n  It's the ramp auto nigga you've been waiting for the outlaw\n  Throwing brothers off the seashore this is your derour\n  Flipmode take you to war kids in the hood can't take it no more\n  I'm the one you looking for\n  If eight is enough i rock my stuff watch you get cuff\n  Yo, you fucking with the wrong bluff\n  I got more king than just\n  Niggas make me mad, now i got to squeeze and bust\n  Bringing harm with my lucky charm, me and saddam\n  I can't keep calm, release the bomb, (boom)\n  Radiation, to the nation, call your congregation\n  My squad is on plantation\n  And word up, rampage, last nigga scout\n  Quick to punch a nigga in his mouth\n  That's word to down south\n  Putting in their lyrical concepts\n  This is rap with no rules\n  Fuck being cool, old school or new school\n  I'm supreme, i'm on the fat winning team\n  A lot of clicks wanna dream, peep my theme\n  I'm in it to win it, you damn right i'm getting cream\n  Microphone fiend, uh\n\n  Ehhh, eh eh eh eh eh eh eh, eh eh eh eh eh eh, eh\n  Hallelujhah, kids hear this (this), you got to hear this (this)\n  Flipmode's the one and your shit should hear this\n  Splitting the guns, causing a earthquake\n  My contradict thick like a mickey d shake\n  I give the shit that i know you can't take\n  Fuck out my way for heaven's sake\n  I got my eye on you (you), what you gonna do (do), you ain't got clue\n  (clue)\n  Shoo fly shoo fly shoo\n  Everything's peachy keen neato\n  Tommy coming fast like speedo\n  Make a blast like a torpedo\n  Deep like captain nemo\n  I brings the primo\n  My life will be nitro large, jumbo\n  Your shit be itty bitty bitty bitty micro\n  In your ass like a vaccine\n  Point mc's to my hilly bill jeans\n  I eat mc's with rice and beans (beans), rice and greens (greens)\n  I wreck the whole scene\n  Serious, true brother, should not scream\n\n  Yo yo, yo, yo\n  Yo check this here, i be the thug up in your ear\n  From here to cakalaka, the microphone attacker\n  Spliff i split psycho soloist, one of the dopest\n  Singing songs on recess when i'm giving one fuck, uhh\n  Pastor of disaster, i brings it on\n  My flipmode niggas be like children of the corn\n  Running through your block blasting (pow)\n  With no questions asking\n  Putting bullet holes through your fucking latest fashion\n  The ignorant immigrant\n  Magnificent, like morrocco\n  Stacking that cheddar like nacho\n  The number one honcho\n  Dirty nigga desperado rhyme well bravo\n  Freestyle felon oops upside your fucking melon\n  Breaking fool on they ass just like george did to helen\n  I got the world yelling\n  Hit the punashatach unitl it start smelling\n\n  Y'all siga siga sing it x6 (flipmode is da squad)\n\n  Yo yo, yo, yo, yo let me continue\n  Motherfucker i'm about to send you (ha ha ha ha)\n  Check me out, the demon done got up in you\n  What the fuck you talking about i've been waiting\n  I wanna talk to you, shit, watery shit\n  Caught the 24 hour flu, soft\n  Of course, blow you off course\n  Flying through the sky like the pegeasus horse\n  You lost to be the boss, i toss\n  Kill corny niggas with no remorse\n  Turn my lights off, turn my mic on\n  Yo busta rhymes could manifest so who'd be the true lyric icon\n  It really don't matter how much bigger\n  I storm all over motherfuckers, like some end of the world niggas\n  Like rapid fire, chicka cha, blaow!\n  Bust a shot all up in your face, nigga what now\n  Mistaken enough i just breaking chicken\n  Prepare for the undertaking, your whole body faking\n  I always try my hardest to keep communicating\n  But you ain't relating\n  You fucked up on what i'm making\n  Watch, how we attract like magnets, break your body down to fragments\n  Cut you down to half size, quarter size, eighth size, nigga\n  Get up off my dick\n  Chop you up and bag you up just like a half a brick\n  Reversible, rehearsable, busta rhymes, almighty merciful\n  Dismantle, example, your whole crew will get trampled\n  Follow the example, the lyrical nutritionist, the abolitionist\n  I revolutionize the music like a fucking revolutionist\n  Busta rhymes will stay snapping while bitches keep on yapping\n  When my shit is done, you fuckers start clapping, what the happened\n  Rhymes feel like a bunch of diesel niggas, hype niggas\n  We be them type niggas, them side swipe niggas\n  While you be the apprentice\n  My dick up in your mouth just like a dentist\n  You seventh day adventist\n  My rhymes is in the, uhh\n  For memory laps, no halfs, caught up in traps\n  I cross country like traveling maps\n  Worldwide (echoed)\n\n  One, nation indivisible, with, liberty the god individual\n  Cripple you\n  Colonize like pirates and criminals\n  Convicted of world crimes while i'm world wide in flows\n  Modernize and digital\n  Evacuate civilize\n  Billions tumble\n  My skill guzzle\n  Iced tea with cop killas, top billas now\n  So binoculars to follow\n  Blood drops in spillage\n  In treetops my gorillas collapse shit, like alaskian winters (ha)\n  Sinners (ha) frostbit\n  Lost sleds and lost fingers\n  Lord, commander of large missile militias\n  Pick, up, dust, like the share croppers galoshes\n  And spray agent orange from helicopters on impostors\n  Then i, return like a\n  Jed-i, with guns are han solo and never, seen, three, p.o's\n  The good against evil, flash forever\n  Spread mash and take\n  Drastic measures, blast berrettas\n  I carry nines like math professors\n  Lord have, drop jewels, sword slash\n  Rob crews that snatch treasures\n  Halt, the global giant unfolds the science\n  Unify blends the fire to the sea\n  I bring crisis and crucifixion with the newest scriptures\n  Rugged who control hundreds\n  Who stay cold blooded like anemics\n  Paint pictures that keep minds twisted like spinal defects\n  Spit jewels\n  Watch your platoon\n  Lick wounds\n  And form scabs before they grif again\n  It's lord hittin 'em\n  And as the world turns, like, holy koran scripts\n  My response is to keep repping, son\n  Terrorize, for six days\n  And gon' rest on the seventh one\n"},{"id":9428762,"name":"Flipmode Iz da Squad","trackName":"Flipmode Iz da Squad","artistName":"Rampage","albumName":"100 Greatest 90s Hip Hop","duration":401.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Featuring da flipmode squad\n\nDrop it\nUh ladies and gentlemen\n\nY'all siga siga sing it x6 (flipmode is da squad)\n\nIt's the ramp auto nigga you've been waiting for the outlaw\nThrowing brothers off the seashore this is your derour\nFlipmode take you to war kids in the hood can't take it no more\nI'm the one you looking for\nIf eight is enough i rock my stuff watch you get cuff\nYo, you fucking with the wrong bluff\nI got more king than just\nNiggas make me mad, now i got to squeeze and bust\nBringing harm with my lucky charm, me and saddam\nI can't keep calm, release the bomb, (boom)\nRadiation, to the nation, call your congregation\nMy squad is on plantation\nAnd word up, rampage, last nigga scout\nQuick to punch a nigga in his mouth\nThat's word to down south\nPutting in their lyrical concepts\nThis is rap with no rules\nFuck being cool, old school or new school\nI'm supreme, i'm on the fat winning team\nA lot of clicks wanna dream, peep my theme\nI'm in it to win it, you damn right i'm getting cream\nMicrophone fiend, uh\n\nEhhh, eh eh eh eh eh eh eh, eh eh eh eh eh eh, eh\nHallelujhah, kids hear this (this), you got to hear this (this)\nFlipmode's the one and your shit should hear this\nSplitting the guns, causing a earthquake\nMy contradict thick like a mickey d shake\nI give the shit that i know you can't take\nFuck out my way for heaven's sake\nI got my eye on you (you), what you gonna do (do), you ain't got clue\n(clue)\nShoo fly shoo fly shoo\nEverything's peachy keen neato\nTommy coming fast like speedo\nMake a blast like a torpedo\nDeep like captain nemo\nI brings the primo\nMy life will be nitro large, jumbo\nYour shit be itty bitty bitty bitty micro\nIn your ass like a vaccine\nPoint mc's to my hilly bill jeans\nI eat mc's with rice and beans (beans), rice and greens (greens)\nI wreck the whole scene\nSerious, true brother, should not scream\n\nYo yo, yo, yo\nYo check this here, i be the thug up in your ear\nFrom here to cakalaka, the microphone attacker\nSpliff i split psycho soloist, one of the dopest\nSinging songs on recess when i'm giving one fuck, uhh\nPastor of disaster, i brings it on\nMy flipmode niggas be like children of the corn\nRunning through your block blasting (pow)\nWith no questions asking\nPutting bullet holes through your fucking latest fashion\nThe ignorant immigrant\nMagnificent, like morrocco\nStacking that cheddar like nacho\nThe number one honcho\nDirty nigga desperado rhyme well bravo\nFreestyle felon oops upside your fucking melon\nBreaking fool on they ass just like george did to helen\nI got the world yelling\nHit the punashatach unitl it start smelling\n\nY'all siga siga sing it x6 (flipmode is da squad)\n\nYo yo, yo, yo, yo let me continue\nMotherfucker i'm about to send you (ha ha ha ha)\nCheck me out, the demon done got up in you\nWhat the fuck you talking about i've been waiting\nI wanna talk to you, shit, watery shit\nCaught the 24 hour flu, soft\nOf course, blow you off course\nFlying through the sky like the pegeasus horse\nYou lost to be the boss, i toss\nKill corny niggas with no remorse\nTurn my lights off, turn my mic on\nYo busta rhymes could manifest so who'd be the true lyric icon\nIt really don't matter how much bigger\nI storm all over motherfuckers, like some end of the world niggas\nLike rapid fire, chicka cha, blaow!\nBust a shot all up in your face, nigga what now\nMistaken enough i just breaking chicken\nPrepare for the undertaking, your whole body faking\nI always try my hardest to keep communicating\nBut you ain't relating\nYou fucked up on what i'm making\nWatch, how we attract like magnets, break your body down to fragments\nCut you down to half size, quarter size, eighth size, nigga\nGet up off my dick\nChop you up and bag you up just like a half a brick\nReversible, rehearsable, busta rhymes, almighty merciful\nDismantle, example, your whole crew will get trampled\nFollow the example, the lyrical nutritionist, the abolitionist\nI revolutionize the music like a fucking revolutionist\nBusta rhymes will stay snapping while bitches keep on yapping\nWhen my shit is done, you fuckers start clapping, what the happened\nRhymes feel like a bunch of diesel niggas, hype niggas\nWe be them type niggas, them side swipe niggas\nWhile you be the apprentice\nMy dick up in your mouth just like a dentist\nYou seventh day adventist\nMy rhymes is in the, uhh\nFor memory laps, no halfs, caught up in traps\nI cross country like traveling maps\nWorldwide (echoed)\n\nOne, nation indivisible, with, liberty the god individual\nCripple you\nColonize like pirates and criminals\nConvicted of world crimes while i'm world wide in flows\nModernize and digital\nEvacuate civilize\nBillions tumble\nMy skill guzzle\nIced tea with cop killas, top billas now\nSo binoculars to follow\nBlood drops in spillage\nIn treetops my gorillas collapse shit, like alaskian winters (ha)\nSinners (ha) frostbit\nLost sleds and lost fingers\nLord, commander of large missile militias\nPick, up, dust, like the share croppers galoshes\nAnd spray agent orange from helicopters on impostors\nThen i, return like a\nJed-i, with guns are han solo and never, seen, three, p.o's\nThe good against evil, flash forever\nSpread mash and take\nDrastic measures, blast berrettas\nI carry nines like math professors\nLord have, drop jewels, sword slash\nRob crews that snatch treasures\nHalt, the global giant unfolds the science\nUnify blends the fire to the sea\nI bring crisis and crucifixion with the newest scriptures\nRugged who control hundreds\nWho stay cold blooded like anemics\nPaint pictures that keep minds twisted like spinal defects\nSpit jewels\nWatch your platoon\nLick wounds\nAnd form scabs before they grif again\nIt's lord hittin 'em\nAnd as the world turns, like, holy koran scripts\nMy response is to keep repping, son\nTerrorize, for six days\nAnd gon' rest on the seventh one","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.96] Featuring da flipmode squad\n[00:01.66] Drop it\n[00:02.34] Uh ladies and gentlemen\n[00:03.31] Y'all siga siga sing it x6 (flipmode is da squad)\n[00:19.27] It's the ramp auto nigga you've been waiting for the outlaw\n[00:23.41] Throwing brothers off the seashore this is your derour\n[00:26.02] Flipmode take you to war kids in the hood can't take it no more\n[00:31.44] I'm the one you looking for\n[00:33.14] If eight is enough i rock my stuff watch you get cuff\n[00:36.01] Yo, you fucking with the wrong bluff\n[00:38.25] I got more king than just\n[00:39.68] Niggas make me mad, now i got to squeeze and bust\n[00:42.23] Bringing harm with my lucky charm, me and saddam\n[00:44.86] I can't keep calm, release the bomb, (boom)\n[00:47.05] Radiation, to the nation, call your congregation\n[00:49.69] My squad is on plantation\n[00:52.02] And word up, rampage, last nigga scout\n[00:55.16] Quick to punch a nigga in his mouth\n[00:57.67] That's word to down south\n[01:02.05] Putting in their lyrical concepts\n[01:04.16] This is rap with no rules\n[01:05.70] Fuck being cool, old school or new school\n[01:08.77] I'm supreme, i'm on the fat winning team\n[01:11.43] A lot of clicks wanna dream, peep my theme\n[01:13.80] I'm in it to win it, you damn right i'm getting cream\n[01:16.57] Microphone fiend, uh\n[01:17.56] Ehhh, eh eh eh eh eh eh eh, eh eh eh eh eh eh, eh\n[01:25.32] Hallelujhah, kids hear this (this), you got to hear this (this)\n[01:29.20] Flipmode's the one and your shit should hear this\n[01:32.05] Splitting the guns, causing a earthquake\n[01:34.51] My contradict thick like a mickey d shake\n[01:37.07] I give the shit that i know you can't take\n[01:39.51] Fuck out my way for heaven's sake\n[01:41.86] I got my eye on you (you), what you gonna do (do), you ain't got clue\n[01:45.88] (clue)\n[01:46.89] Shoo fly shoo fly shoo\n[01:48.67] Everything's peachy keen neato\n[01:50.30] Tommy coming fast like speedo\n[01:52.23] Make a blast like a torpedo\n[01:54.51] Deep like captain nemo\n[01:55.91] I brings the primo\n[01:57.48] My life will be nitro large, jumbo\n[01:59.40] Your shit be itty bitty bitty bitty micro\n[02:02.75] In your ass like a vaccine\n[02:04.65] Point mc's to my hilly bill jeans\n[02:07.35] I eat mc's with rice and beans (beans), rice and greens (greens)\n[02:11.35] I wreck the whole scene\n[02:13.68] Serious, true brother, should not scream\n[02:15.02] Yo yo, yo, yo\n[02:18.22] Yo check this here, i be the thug up in your ear\n[02:20.83] From here to cakalaka, the microphone attacker\n[02:23.78] Spliff i split psycho soloist, one of the dopest\n[02:26.53] Singing songs on recess when i'm giving one fuck, uhh\n[02:29.20] Pastor of disaster, i brings it on\n[02:31.92] My flipmode niggas be like children of the corn\n[02:34.33] Running through your block blasting (pow)\n[02:36.58] With no questions asking\n[02:37.47] Putting bullet holes through your fucking latest fashion\n[02:40.15] The ignorant immigrant\n[02:41.69] Magnificent, like morrocco\n[02:43.53] Stacking that cheddar like nacho\n[02:45.57] The number one honcho\n[02:46.96] Dirty nigga desperado rhyme well bravo\n[02:49.25] Freestyle felon oops upside your fucking melon\n[02:52.03] Breaking fool on they ass just like george did to helen\n[02:55.25] I got the world yelling\n[02:56.64] Hit the punashatach unitl it start smelling\n[03:00.00] Y'all siga siga sing it x6 (flipmode is da squad)\n[03:14.16] Yo yo, yo, yo, yo let me continue\n[03:17.07] Motherfucker i'm about to send you (ha ha ha ha)\n[03:19.21] Check me out, the demon done got up in you\n[03:21.98] What the fuck you talking about i've been waiting\n[03:24.35] I wanna talk to you, shit, watery shit\n[03:26.41] Caught the 24 hour flu, soft\n[03:28.33] Of course, blow you off course\n[03:30.51] Flying through the sky like the pegeasus horse\n[03:32.87] You lost to be the boss, i toss\n[03:35.19] Kill corny niggas with no remorse\n[03:37.19] Turn my lights off, turn my mic on\n[03:39.09] Yo busta rhymes could manifest so who'd be the true lyric icon\n[03:42.92] It really don't matter how much bigger\n[03:44.83] I storm all over motherfuckers, like some end of the world niggas\n[03:48.38] Like rapid fire, chicka cha, blaow!\n[03:50.85] Bust a shot all up in your face, nigga what now\n[03:53.04] Mistaken enough i just breaking chicken\n[03:55.50] Prepare for the undertaking, your whole body faking\n[03:58.49] I always try my hardest to keep communicating\n[04:00.92] But you ain't relating\n[04:02.48] You fucked up on what i'm making\n[04:04.25] Watch, how we attract like magnets, break your body down to fragments\n[04:07.82] Cut you down to half size, quarter size, eighth size, nigga\n[04:11.61] Get up off my dick\n[04:12.82] Chop you up and bag you up just like a half a brick\n[04:14.89] Reversible, rehearsable, busta rhymes, almighty merciful\n[04:19.67] Dismantle, example, your whole crew will get trampled\n[04:23.65] Follow the example, the lyrical nutritionist, the abolitionist\n[04:26.94] I revolutionize the music like a fucking revolutionist\n[04:29.71] Busta rhymes will stay snapping while bitches keep on yapping\n[04:33.65] When my shit is done, you fuckers start clapping, what the happened\n[04:37.00] Rhymes feel like a bunch of diesel niggas, hype niggas\n[04:39.88] We be them type niggas, them side swipe niggas\n[04:42.16] While you be the apprentice\n[04:43.58] My dick up in your mouth just like a dentist\n[04:45.54] You seventh day adventist\n[04:46.98] My rhymes is in the, uhh\n[04:48.12] For memory laps, no halfs, caught up in traps\n[04:50.85] I cross country like traveling maps\n[04:52.66] Worldwide (echoed)\n[05:00.41] One, nation indivisible, with, liberty the god individual\n[05:04.95] Cripple you\n[05:06.85] Colonize like pirates and criminals\n[05:09.43] Convicted of world crimes while i'm world wide in flows\n[05:12.98] Modernize and digital\n[05:14.74] Evacuate civilize\n[05:16.29] Billions tumble\n[05:18.62] My skill guzzle\n[05:19.84] Iced tea with cop killas, top billas now\n[05:21.48] So binoculars to follow\n[05:24.55] Blood drops in spillage\n[05:26.23] In treetops my gorillas collapse shit, like alaskian winters (ha)\n[05:31.13] Sinners (ha) frostbit\n[05:33.18] Lost sleds and lost fingers\n[05:34.75] Lord, commander of large missile militias\n[05:37.05] Pick, up, dust, like the share croppers galoshes\n[05:41.87] And spray agent orange from helicopters on impostors\n[05:45.52] Then i, return like a\n[05:47.41] Jed-i, with guns are han solo and never, seen, three, p.o's\n[05:54.91] The good against evil, flash forever\n[05:57.64] Spread mash and take\n[05:59.26] Drastic measures, blast berrettas\n[06:01.82] I carry nines like math professors\n[06:03.42] Lord have, drop jewels, sword slash\n[06:06.03] Rob crews that snatch treasures\n[06:08.01] Halt, the global giant unfolds the science\n[06:10.27] Unify blends the fire to the sea\n[06:12.82] I bring crisis and crucifixion with the newest scriptures\n[06:15.13] Rugged who control hundreds\n[06:17.73] Who stay cold blooded like anemics\n[06:19.88] Paint pictures that keep minds twisted like spinal defects\n[06:23.45] Spit jewels\n[06:24.69] Watch your platoon\n[06:26.14] Lick wounds\n[06:27.49] And form scabs before they grif again\n[06:29.07] It's lord hittin 'em\n[06:30.28] And as the world turns, like, holy koran scripts\n[06:33.48] My response is to keep repping, son\n[06:35.80] Terrorize, for six days\n[06:37.93] And gon' rest on the seventh one\n[06:39.57] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Flipmode Iz da Squad\n  artist: Rampage\n  album: 100 Greatest 90s Hip Hop\n  duration_ms: 401000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Featuring da flipmode squad\n  start_ms: 960\n  end_ms: 1660\n- text: Drop it\n  start_ms: 1660\n  end_ms: 2340\n- text: Uh ladies and gentlemen\n  start_ms: 2340\n  end_ms: 3310\n- text: Y'all siga siga sing it x6 (flipmode is da squad)\n  start_ms: 3310\n  end_ms: 19270\n- text: It's the ramp auto nigga you've been waiting for the outlaw\n  start_ms: 19270\n  end_ms: 23410\n- text: Throwing brothers off the seashore this is your derour\n  start_ms: 23410\n  end_ms: 26020\n- text: Flipmode take you to war kids in the hood can't take it no more\n  start_ms: 26020\n  end_ms: 31440\n- text: I'm the one you looking for\n  start_ms: 31440\n  end_ms: 33140\n- text: If eight is enough i rock my stuff watch you get cuff\n  start_ms: 33140\n  end_ms: 36010\n- text: Yo, you fucking with the wrong bluff\n  start_ms: 36010\n  end_ms: 38250\n- text: I got more king than just\n  start_ms: 38250\n  end_ms: 39680\n- text: Niggas make me mad, now i got to squeeze and bust\n  start_ms: 39680\n  end_ms: 42230\n- text: Bringing harm with my lucky charm, me and saddam\n  start_ms: 42230\n  end_ms: 44860\n- text: I can't keep calm, release the bomb, (boom)\n  start_ms: 44860\n  end_ms: 47050\n- text: Radiation, to the nation, call your congregation\n  start_ms: 47050\n  end_ms: 49690\n- text: My squad is on plantation\n  start_ms: 49690\n  end_ms: 52020\n- text: And word up, rampage, last nigga scout\n  start_ms: 52020\n  end_ms: 55160\n- text: Quick to punch a nigga in his mouth\n  start_ms: 55160\n  end_ms: 57670\n- text: That's word to down south\n  start_ms: 57670\n  end_ms: 62050\n- text: Putting in their lyrical concepts\n  start_ms: 62050\n  end_ms: 64160\n- text: This is rap with no rules\n  start_ms: 64160\n  end_ms: 65700\n- text: Fuck being cool, old school or new school\n  start_ms: 65700\n  end_ms: 68770\n- text: I'm supreme, i'm on the fat winning team\n  start_ms: 68770\n  end_ms: 71430\n- text: A lot of clicks wanna dream, peep my theme\n  start_ms: 71430\n  end_ms: 73800\n- text: I'm in it to win it, you damn right i'm getting cream\n  start_ms: 73800\n  end_ms: 76570\n- text: Microphone fiend, uh\n  start_ms: 76570\n  end_ms: 77560\n- text: Ehhh, eh eh eh eh eh eh eh, eh eh eh eh eh eh, eh\n  start_ms: 77560\n  end_ms: 85320\n- text: Hallelujhah, kids hear this (this), you got to hear this (this)\n  start_ms: 85320\n  end_ms: 89200\n- text: Flipmode's the one and your shit should hear this\n  start_ms: 89200\n  end_ms: 92050\n- text: Splitting the guns, causing a earthquake\n  start_ms: 92050\n  end_ms: 94510\n- text: My contradict thick like a mickey d shake\n  start_ms: 94510\n  end_ms: 97070\n- text: I give the shit that i know you can't take\n  start_ms: 97070\n  end_ms: 99510\n- text: Fuck out my way for heaven's sake\n  start_ms: 99510\n  end_ms: 101860\n- text: I got my eye on you (you), what you gonna do (do), you ain't got clue\n  start_ms: 101860\n  end_ms: 105880\n- text: (clue)\n  start_ms: 105880\n  end_ms: 106890\n- text: Shoo fly shoo fly shoo\n  start_ms: 106890\n  end_ms: 108670\n- text: Everything's peachy keen neato\n  start_ms: 108670\n  end_ms: 110300\n- text: Tommy coming fast like speedo\n  start_ms: 110300\n  end_ms: 112230\n- text: Make a blast like a torpedo\n  start_ms: 112230\n  end_ms: 114510\n- text: Deep like captain nemo\n  start_ms: 114510\n  end_ms: 115910\n- text: I brings the primo\n  start_ms: 115910\n  end_ms: 117480\n- text: My life will be nitro large, jumbo\n  start_ms: 117480\n  end_ms: 119400\n- text: Your shit be itty bitty bitty bitty micro\n  start_ms: 119400\n  end_ms: 122750\n- text: In your ass like a vaccine\n  start_ms: 122750\n  end_ms: 124650\n- text: Point mc's to my hilly bill jeans\n  start_ms: 124650\n  end_ms: 127350\n- text: I eat mc's with rice and beans (beans), rice and greens (greens)\n  start_ms: 127350\n  end_ms: 131350\n- text: I wreck the whole scene\n  start_ms: 131350\n  end_ms: 133680\n- text: Serious, true brother, should not scream\n  start_ms: 133680\n  end_ms: 135020\n- text: Yo yo, yo, yo\n  start_ms: 135020\n  end_ms: 138220\n- text: Yo check this here, i be the thug up in your ear\n  start_ms: 138220\n  end_ms: 140830\n- text: From here to cakalaka, the microphone attacker\n  start_ms: 140830\n  end_ms: 143780\n- text: Spliff i split psycho soloist, one of the dopest\n  start_ms: 143780\n  end_ms: 146530\n- text: Singing songs on recess when i'm giving one fuck, uhh\n  start_ms: 146530\n  end_ms: 149200\n- text: Pastor of disaster, i brings it on\n  start_ms: 149200\n  end_ms: 151920\n- text: My flipmode niggas be like children of the corn\n  start_ms: 151920\n  end_ms: 154330\n- text: Running through your block blasting (pow)\n  start_ms: 154330\n  end_ms: 156580\n- text: With no questions asking\n  start_ms: 156580\n  end_ms: 157470\n- text: Putting bullet holes through your fucking latest fashion\n  start_ms: 157470\n  end_ms: 160150\n- text: The ignorant immigrant\n  start_ms: 160150\n  end_ms: 161690\n- text: Magnificent, like morrocco\n  start_ms: 161690\n  end_ms: 163530\n- text: Stacking that cheddar like nacho\n  start_ms: 163530\n  end_ms: 165570\n- text: The number one honcho\n  start_ms: 165570\n  end_ms: 166960\n- text: Dirty nigga desperado rhyme well bravo\n  start_ms: 166960\n  end_ms: 169250\n- text: Freestyle felon oops upside your fucking melon\n  start_ms: 169250\n  end_ms: 172030\n- text: Breaking fool on they ass just like george did to helen\n  start_ms: 172030\n  end_ms: 175250\n- text: I got the world yelling\n  start_ms: 175250\n  end_ms: 176640\n- text: Hit the punashatach unitl it start smelling\n  start_ms: 176640\n  end_ms: 180000\n- text: Y'all siga siga sing it x6 (flipmode is da squad)\n  start_ms: 180000\n  end_ms: 194160\n- text: Yo yo, yo, yo, yo let me continue\n  start_ms: 194160\n  end_ms: 197070\n- text: Motherfucker i'm about to send you (ha ha ha ha)\n  start_ms: 197070\n  end_ms: 199210\n- text: Check me out, the demon done got up in you\n  start_ms: 199210\n  end_ms: 201980\n- text: What the fuck you talking about i've been waiting\n  start_ms: 201980\n  end_ms: 204350\n- text: I wanna talk to you, shit, watery shit\n  start_ms: 204350\n  end_ms: 206410\n- text: Caught the 24 hour flu, soft\n  start_ms: 206410\n  end_ms: 208330\n- text: Of course, blow you off course\n  start_ms: 208330\n  end_ms: 210510\n- text: Flying through the sky like the pegeasus horse\n  start_ms: 210510\n  end_ms: 212870\n- text: You lost to be the boss, i toss\n  start_ms: 212870\n  end_ms: 215190\n- text: Kill corny niggas with no remorse\n  start_ms: 215190\n  end_ms: 217190\n- text: Turn my lights off, turn my mic on\n  start_ms: 217190\n  end_ms: 219090\n- text: Yo busta rhymes could manifest so who'd be the true lyric icon\n  start_ms: 219090\n  end_ms: 222920\n- text: It really don't matter how much bigger\n  start_ms: 222920\n  end_ms: 224830\n- text: I storm all over motherfuckers, like some end of the world niggas\n  start_ms: 224830\n  end_ms: 228380\n- text: Like rapid fire, chicka cha, blaow!\n  start_ms: 228380\n  end_ms: 230850\n- text: Bust a shot all up in your face, nigga what now\n  start_ms: 230850\n  end_ms: 233040\n- text: Mistaken enough i just breaking chicken\n  start_ms: 233040\n  end_ms: 235500\n- text: Prepare for the undertaking, your whole body faking\n  start_ms: 235500\n  end_ms: 238490\n- text: I always try my hardest to keep communicating\n  start_ms: 238490\n  end_ms: 240920\n- text: But you ain't relating\n  start_ms: 240920\n  end_ms: 242480\n- text: You fucked up on what i'm making\n  start_ms: 242480\n  end_ms: 244250\n- text: Watch, how we attract like magnets, break your body down to fragments\n  start_ms: 244250\n  end_ms: 247820\n- text: Cut you down to half size, quarter size, eighth size, nigga\n  start_ms: 247820\n  end_ms: 251610\n- text: Get up off my dick\n  start_ms: 251610\n  end_ms: 252820\n- text: Chop you up and bag you up just like a half a brick\n  start_ms: 252820\n  end_ms: 254890\n- text: Reversible, rehearsable, busta rhymes, almighty merciful\n  start_ms: 254890\n  end_ms: 259670\n- text: Dismantle, example, your whole crew will get trampled\n  start_ms: 259670\n  end_ms: 263650\n- text: Follow the example, the lyrical nutritionist, the abolitionist\n  start_ms: 263650\n  end_ms: 266940\n- text: I revolutionize the music like a fucking revolutionist\n  start_ms: 266940\n  end_ms: 269710\n- text: Busta rhymes will stay snapping while bitches keep on yapping\n  start_ms: 269710\n  end_ms: 273650\n- text: When my shit is done, you fuckers start clapping, what the happened\n  start_ms: 273650\n  end_ms: 277000\n- text: Rhymes feel like a bunch of diesel niggas, hype niggas\n  start_ms: 277000\n  end_ms: 279880\n- text: We be them type niggas, them side swipe niggas\n  start_ms: 279880\n  end_ms: 282160\n- text: While you be the apprentice\n  start_ms: 282160\n  end_ms: 283580\n- text: My dick up in your mouth just like a dentist\n  start_ms: 283580\n  end_ms: 285540\n- text: You seventh day adventist\n  start_ms: 285540\n  end_ms: 286980\n- text: My rhymes is in the, uhh\n  start_ms: 286980\n  end_ms: 288120\n- text: For memory laps, no halfs, caught up in traps\n  start_ms: 288120\n  end_ms: 290850\n- text: I cross country like traveling maps\n  start_ms: 290850\n  end_ms: 292660\n- text: Worldwide (echoed)\n  start_ms: 292660\n  end_ms: 300410\n- text: One, nation indivisible, with, liberty the god individual\n  start_ms: 300410\n  end_ms: 304950\n- text: Cripple you\n  start_ms: 304950\n  end_ms: 306850\n- text: Colonize like pirates and criminals\n  start_ms: 306850\n  end_ms: 309430\n- text: Convicted of world crimes while i'm world wide in flows\n  start_ms: 309430\n  end_ms: 312980\n- text: Modernize and digital\n  start_ms: 312980\n  end_ms: 314740\n- text: Evacuate civilize\n  start_ms: 314740\n  end_ms: 316290\n- text: Billions tumble\n  start_ms: 316290\n  end_ms: 318620\n- text: My skill guzzle\n  start_ms: 318620\n  end_ms: 319840\n- text: Iced tea with cop killas, top billas now\n  start_ms: 319840\n  end_ms: 321480\n- text: So binoculars to follow\n  start_ms: 321480\n  end_ms: 324550\n- text: Blood drops in spillage\n  start_ms: 324550\n  end_ms: 326230\n- text: In treetops my gorillas collapse shit, like alaskian winters (ha)\n  start_ms: 326230\n  end_ms: 331130\n- text: Sinners (ha) frostbit\n  start_ms: 331130\n  end_ms: 333180\n- text: Lost sleds and lost fingers\n  start_ms: 333180\n  end_ms: 334750\n- text: Lord, commander of large missile militias\n  start_ms: 334750\n  end_ms: 337050\n- text: Pick, up, dust, like the share croppers galoshes\n  start_ms: 337050\n  end_ms: 341870\n- text: And spray agent orange from helicopters on impostors\n  start_ms: 341870\n  end_ms: 345520\n- text: Then i, return like a\n  start_ms: 345520\n  end_ms: 347410\n- text: Jed-i, with guns are han solo and never, seen, three, p.o's\n  start_ms: 347410\n  end_ms: 354910\n- text: The good against evil, flash forever\n  start_ms: 354910\n  end_ms: 357640\n- text: Spread mash and take\n  start_ms: 357640\n  end_ms: 359260\n- text: Drastic measures, blast berrettas\n  start_ms: 359260\n  end_ms: 361820\n- text: I carry nines like math professors\n  start_ms: 361820\n  end_ms: 363420\n- text: Lord have, drop jewels, sword slash\n  start_ms: 363420\n  end_ms: 366030\n- text: Rob crews that snatch treasures\n  start_ms: 366030\n  end_ms: 368010\n- text: Halt, the global giant unfolds the science\n  start_ms: 368010\n  end_ms: 370270\n- text: Unify blends the fire to the sea\n  start_ms: 370270\n  end_ms: 372820\n- text: I bring crisis and crucifixion with the newest scriptures\n  start_ms: 372820\n  end_ms: 375130\n- text: Rugged who control hundreds\n  start_ms: 375130\n  end_ms: 377730\n- text: Who stay cold blooded like anemics\n  start_ms: 377730\n  end_ms: 379880\n- text: Paint pictures that keep minds twisted like spinal defects\n  start_ms: 379880\n  end_ms: 383450\n- text: Spit jewels\n  start_ms: 383450\n  end_ms: 384690\n- text: Watch your platoon\n  start_ms: 384690\n  end_ms: 386140\n- text: Lick wounds\n  start_ms: 386140\n  end_ms: 387490\n- text: And form scabs before they grif again\n  start_ms: 387490\n  end_ms: 389070\n- text: It's lord hittin 'em\n  start_ms: 389070\n  end_ms: 390280\n- text: And as the world turns, like, holy koran scripts\n  start_ms: 390280\n  end_ms: 393480\n- text: My response is to keep repping, son\n  start_ms: 393480\n  end_ms: 395800\n- text: Terrorize, for six days\n  start_ms: 395800\n  end_ms: 397930\n- text: And gon' rest on the seventh one\n  start_ms: 397930\n  end_ms: 399570\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 399570\nplain: |-\n  Featuring da flipmode squad\n\n  Drop it\n  Uh ladies and gentlemen\n\n  Y'all siga siga sing it x6 (flipmode is da squad)\n\n  It's the ramp auto nigga you've been waiting for the outlaw\n  Throwing brothers off the seashore this is your derour\n  Flipmode take you to war kids in the hood can't take it no more\n  I'm the one you looking for\n  If eight is enough i rock my stuff watch you get cuff\n  Yo, you fucking with the wrong bluff\n  I got more king than just\n  Niggas make me mad, now i got to squeeze and bust\n  Bringing harm with my lucky charm, me and saddam\n  I can't keep calm, release the bomb, (boom)\n  Radiation, to the nation, call your congregation\n  My squad is on plantation\n  And word up, rampage, last nigga scout\n  Quick to punch a nigga in his mouth\n  That's word to down south\n  Putting in their lyrical concepts\n  This is rap with no rules\n  Fuck being cool, old school or new school\n  I'm supreme, i'm on the fat winning team\n  A lot of clicks wanna dream, peep my theme\n  I'm in it to win it, you damn right i'm getting cream\n  Microphone fiend, uh\n\n  Ehhh, eh eh eh eh eh eh eh, eh eh eh eh eh eh, eh\n  Hallelujhah, kids hear this (this), you got to hear this (this)\n  Flipmode's the one and your shit should hear this\n  Splitting the guns, causing a earthquake\n  My contradict thick like a mickey d shake\n  I give the shit that i know you can't take\n  Fuck out my way for heaven's sake\n  I got my eye on you (you), what you gonna do (do), you ain't got clue\n  (clue)\n  Shoo fly shoo fly shoo\n  Everything's peachy keen neato\n  Tommy coming fast like speedo\n  Make a blast like a torpedo\n  Deep like captain nemo\n  I brings the primo\n  My life will be nitro large, jumbo\n  Your shit be itty bitty bitty bitty micro\n  In your ass like a vaccine\n  Point mc's to my hilly bill jeans\n  I eat mc's with rice and beans (beans), rice and greens (greens)\n  I wreck the whole scene\n  Serious, true brother, should not scream\n\n  Yo yo, yo, yo\n  Yo check this here, i be the thug up in your ear\n  From here to cakalaka, the microphone attacker\n  Spliff i split psycho soloist, one of the dopest\n  Singing songs on recess when i'm giving one fuck, uhh\n  Pastor of disaster, i brings it on\n  My flipmode niggas be like children of the corn\n  Running through your block blasting (pow)\n  With no questions asking\n  Putting bullet holes through your fucking latest fashion\n  The ignorant immigrant\n  Magnificent, like morrocco\n  Stacking that cheddar like nacho\n  The number one honcho\n  Dirty nigga desperado rhyme well bravo\n  Freestyle felon oops upside your fucking melon\n  Breaking fool on they ass just like george did to helen\n  I got the world yelling\n  Hit the punashatach unitl it start smelling\n\n  Y'all siga siga sing it x6 (flipmode is da squad)\n\n  Yo yo, yo, yo, yo let me continue\n  Motherfucker i'm about to send you (ha ha ha ha)\n  Check me out, the demon done got up in you\n  What the fuck you talking about i've been waiting\n  I wanna talk to you, shit, watery shit\n  Caught the 24 hour flu, soft\n  Of course, blow you off course\n  Flying through the sky like the pegeasus horse\n  You lost to be the boss, i toss\n  Kill corny niggas with no remorse\n  Turn my lights off, turn my mic on\n  Yo busta rhymes could manifest so who'd be the true lyric icon\n  It really don't matter how much bigger\n  I storm all over motherfuckers, like some end of the world niggas\n  Like rapid fire, chicka cha, blaow!\n  Bust a shot all up in your face, nigga what now\n  Mistaken enough i just breaking chicken\n  Prepare for the undertaking, your whole body faking\n  I always try my hardest to keep communicating\n  But you ain't relating\n  You fucked up on what i'm making\n  Watch, how we attract like magnets, break your body down to fragments\n  Cut you down to half size, quarter size, eighth size, nigga\n  Get up off my dick\n  Chop you up and bag you up just like a half a brick\n  Reversible, rehearsable, busta rhymes, almighty merciful\n  Dismantle, example, your whole crew will get trampled\n  Follow the example, the lyrical nutritionist, the abolitionist\n  I revolutionize the music like a fucking revolutionist\n  Busta rhymes will stay snapping while bitches keep on yapping\n  When my shit is done, you fuckers start clapping, what the happened\n  Rhymes feel like a bunch of diesel niggas, hype niggas\n  We be them type niggas, them side swipe niggas\n  While you be the apprentice\n  My dick up in your mouth just like a dentist\n  You seventh day adventist\n  My rhymes is in the, uhh\n  For memory laps, no halfs, caught up in traps\n  I cross country like traveling maps\n  Worldwide (echoed)\n\n  One, nation indivisible, with, liberty the god individual\n  Cripple you\n  Colonize like pirates and criminals\n  Convicted of world crimes while i'm world wide in flows\n  Modernize and digital\n  Evacuate civilize\n  Billions tumble\n  My skill guzzle\n  Iced tea with cop killas, top billas now\n  So binoculars to follow\n  Blood drops in spillage\n  In treetops my gorillas collapse shit, like alaskian winters (ha)\n  Sinners (ha) frostbit\n  Lost sleds and lost fingers\n  Lord, commander of large missile militias\n  Pick, up, dust, like the share croppers galoshes\n  And spray agent orange from helicopters on impostors\n  Then i, return like a\n  Jed-i, with guns are han solo and never, seen, three, p.o's\n  The good against evil, flash forever\n  Spread mash and take\n  Drastic measures, blast berrettas\n  I carry nines like math professors\n  Lord have, drop jewels, sword slash\n  Rob crews that snatch treasures\n  Halt, the global giant unfolds the science\n  Unify blends the fire to the sea\n  I bring crisis and crucifixion with the newest scriptures\n  Rugged who control hundreds\n  Who stay cold blooded like anemics\n  Paint pictures that keep minds twisted like spinal defects\n  Spit jewels\n  Watch your platoon\n  Lick wounds\n  And form scabs before they grif again\n  It's lord hittin 'em\n  And as the world turns, like, holy koran scripts\n  My response is to keep repping, son\n  Terrorize, for six days\n  And gon' rest on the seventh one\n"},{"id":35268808,"name":"Flipmode Iz Da Squad","trackName":"Flipmode Iz Da Squad","artistName":"Rampage","albumName":"Rooster In My Rari: Rap Party","duration":402.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Featuring da flipmode squad\n\nDrop it\nUh ladies and gentlemen\n\nY'all siga siga sing it x6 (flipmode is da squad)\n\nIt's the ramp auto nigga you've been waiting for the outlaw\nThrowing brothers off the seashore this is your derour\nFlipmode take you to war kids in the hood can't take it no more\nI'm the one you looking for\nIf eight is enough i rock my stuff watch you get cuff\nYo, you fucking with the wrong bluff\nI got more king than just\nNiggas make me mad, now i got to squeeze and bust\nBringing harm with my lucky charm, me and saddam\nI can't keep calm, release the bomb, (boom)\nRadiation, to the nation, call your congregation\nMy squad is on plantation\nAnd word up, rampage, last nigga scout\nQuick to punch a nigga in his mouth\nThat's word to down south\nPutting in their lyrical concepts\nThis is rap with no rules\nFuck being cool, old school or new school\nI'm supreme, i'm on the fat winning team\nA lot of clicks wanna dream, peep my theme\nI'm in it to win it, you damn right i'm getting cream\nMicrophone fiend, uh\n\nEhhh, eh eh eh eh eh eh eh, eh eh eh eh eh eh, eh\nHallelujhah, kids hear this (this), you got to hear this (this)\nFlipmode's the one and your shit should hear this\nSplitting the guns, causing a earthquake\nMy contradict thick like a mickey d shake\nI give the shit that i know you can't take\nFuck out my way for heaven's sake\nI got my eye on you (you), what you gonna do (do), you ain't got clue\n(clue)\nShoo fly shoo fly shoo\nEverything's peachy keen neato\nTommy coming fast like speedo\nMake a blast like a torpedo\nDeep like captain nemo\nI brings the primo\nMy life will be nitro large, jumbo\nYour shit be itty bitty bitty bitty micro\nIn your ass like a vaccine\nPoint mc's to my hilly bill jeans\nI eat mc's with rice and beans (beans), rice and greens (greens)\nI wreck the whole scene\nSerious, true brother, should not scream\n\nYo yo, yo, yo\nYo check this here, i be the thug up in your ear\nFrom here to cakalaka, the microphone attacker\nSpliff i split psycho soloist, one of the dopest\nSinging songs on recess when i'm giving one fuck, uhh\nPastor of disaster, i brings it on\nMy flipmode niggas be like children of the corn\nRunning through your block blasting (pow)\nWith no questions asking\nPutting bullet holes through your fucking latest fashion\nThe ignorant immigrant\nMagnificent, like morrocco\nStacking that cheddar like nacho\nThe number one honcho\nDirty nigga desperado rhyme well bravo\nFreestyle felon oops upside your fucking melon\nBreaking fool on they ass just like george did to helen\nI got the world yelling\nHit the punashatach unitl it start smelling\n\nY'all siga siga sing it x6 (flipmode is da squad)\n\nYo yo, yo, yo, yo let me continue\nMotherfucker i'm about to send you (ha ha ha ha)\nCheck me out, the demon done got up in you\nWhat the fuck you talking about i've been waiting\nI wanna talk to you, shit, watery shit\nCaught the 24 hour flu, soft\nOf course, blow you off course\nFlying through the sky like the pegeasus horse\nYou lost to be the boss, i toss\nKill corny niggas with no remorse\nTurn my lights off, turn my mic on\nYo busta rhymes could manifest so who'd be the true lyric icon\nIt really don't matter how much bigger\nI storm all over motherfuckers, like some end of the world niggas\nLike rapid fire, chicka cha, blaow!\nBust a shot all up in your face, nigga what now\nMistaken enough i just breaking chicken\nPrepare for the undertaking, your whole body faking\nI always try my hardest to keep communicating\nBut you ain't relating\nYou fucked up on what i'm making\nWatch, how we attract like magnets, break your body down to fragments\nCut you down to half size, quarter size, eighth size, nigga\nGet up off my dick\nChop you up and bag you up just like a half a brick\nReversible, rehearsable, busta rhymes, almighty merciful\nDismantle, example, your whole crew will get trampled\nFollow the example, the lyrical nutritionist, the abolitionist\nI revolutionize the music like a fucking revolutionist\nBusta rhymes will stay snapping while bitches keep on yapping\nWhen my shit is done, you fuckers start clapping, what the happened\nRhymes feel like a bunch of diesel niggas, hype niggas\nWe be them type niggas, them side swipe niggas\nWhile you be the apprentice\nMy dick up in your mouth just like a dentist\nYou seventh day adventist\nMy rhymes is in the, uhh\nFor memory laps, no halfs, caught up in traps\nI cross country like traveling maps\nWorldwide (echoed)\n\nOne, nation indivisible, with, liberty the god individual\nCripple you\nColonize like pirates and criminals\nConvicted of world crimes while i'm world wide in flows\nModernize and digital\nEvacuate civilize\nBillions tumble\nMy skill guzzle\nIced tea with cop killas, top billas now\nSo binoculars to follow\nBlood drops in spillage\nIn treetops my gorillas collapse shit, like alaskian winters (ha)\nSinners (ha) frostbit\nLost sleds and lost fingers\nLord, commander of large missile militias\nPick, up, dust, like the share croppers galoshes\nAnd spray agent orange from helicopters on impostors\nThen i, return like a\nJed-i, with guns are han solo and never, seen, three, p.o's\nThe good against evil, flash forever\nSpread mash and take\nDrastic measures, blast berrettas\nI carry nines like math professors\nLord have, drop jewels, sword slash\nRob crews that snatch treasures\nHalt, the global giant unfolds the science\nUnify blends the fire to the sea\nI bring crisis and crucifixion with the newest scriptures\nRugged who control hundreds\nWho stay cold blooded like anemics\nPaint pictures that keep minds twisted like spinal defects\nSpit jewels\nWatch your platoon\nLick wounds\nAnd form scabs before they grif again\nIt's lord hittin 'em\nAnd as the world turns, like, holy koran scripts\nMy response is to keep repping, son\nTerrorize, for six days\nAnd gon' rest on the seventh one","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.96] Featuring da flipmode squad\n[00:01.66] Drop it\n[00:02.34] Uh ladies and gentlemen\n[00:03.31] Y'all siga siga sing it x6 (flipmode is da squad)\n[00:19.27] It's the ramp auto nigga you've been waiting for the outlaw\n[00:23.41] Throwing brothers off the seashore this is your derour\n[00:26.02] Flipmode take you to war kids in the hood can't take it no more\n[00:31.44] I'm the one you looking for\n[00:33.14] If eight is enough i rock my stuff watch you get cuff\n[00:36.01] Yo, you fucking with the wrong bluff\n[00:38.25] I got more king than just\n[00:39.68] Niggas make me mad, now i got to squeeze and bust\n[00:42.23] Bringing harm with my lucky charm, me and saddam\n[00:44.86] I can't keep calm, release the bomb, (boom)\n[00:47.05] Radiation, to the nation, call your congregation\n[00:49.69] My squad is on plantation\n[00:52.02] And word up, rampage, last nigga scout\n[00:55.16] Quick to punch a nigga in his mouth\n[00:57.67] That's word to down south\n[01:02.05] Putting in their lyrical concepts\n[01:04.16] This is rap with no rules\n[01:05.70] Fuck being cool, old school or new school\n[01:08.77] I'm supreme, i'm on the fat winning team\n[01:11.43] A lot of clicks wanna dream, peep my theme\n[01:13.80] I'm in it to win it, you damn right i'm getting cream\n[01:16.57] Microphone fiend, uh\n[01:17.56] Ehhh, eh eh eh eh eh eh eh, eh eh eh eh eh eh, eh\n[01:25.32] Hallelujhah, kids hear this (this), you got to hear this (this)\n[01:29.20] Flipmode's the one and your shit should hear this\n[01:32.05] Splitting the guns, causing a earthquake\n[01:34.51] My contradict thick like a mickey d shake\n[01:37.07] I give the shit that i know you can't take\n[01:39.51] Fuck out my way for heaven's sake\n[01:41.86] I got my eye on you (you), what you gonna do (do), you ain't got clue\n[01:45.88] (clue)\n[01:46.89] Shoo fly shoo fly shoo\n[01:48.67] Everything's peachy keen neato\n[01:50.30] Tommy coming fast like speedo\n[01:52.23] Make a blast like a torpedo\n[01:54.51] Deep like captain nemo\n[01:55.91] I brings the primo\n[01:57.48] My life will be nitro large, jumbo\n[01:59.40] Your shit be itty bitty bitty bitty micro\n[02:02.75] In your ass like a vaccine\n[02:04.65] Point mc's to my hilly bill jeans\n[02:07.35] I eat mc's with rice and beans (beans), rice and greens (greens)\n[02:11.35] I wreck the whole scene\n[02:13.68] Serious, true brother, should not scream\n[02:15.02] Yo yo, yo, yo\n[02:18.22] Yo check this here, i be the thug up in your ear\n[02:20.83] From here to cakalaka, the microphone attacker\n[02:23.78] Spliff i split psycho soloist, one of the dopest\n[02:26.53] Singing songs on recess when i'm giving one fuck, uhh\n[02:29.20] Pastor of disaster, i brings it on\n[02:31.92] My flipmode niggas be like children of the corn\n[02:34.33] Running through your block blasting (pow)\n[02:36.58] With no questions asking\n[02:37.47] Putting bullet holes through your fucking latest fashion\n[02:40.15] The ignorant immigrant\n[02:41.69] Magnificent, like morrocco\n[02:43.53] Stacking that cheddar like nacho\n[02:45.57] The number one honcho\n[02:46.96] Dirty nigga desperado rhyme well bravo\n[02:49.25] Freestyle felon oops upside your fucking melon\n[02:52.03] Breaking fool on they ass just like george did to helen\n[02:55.25] I got the world yelling\n[02:56.64] Hit the punashatach unitl it start smelling\n[03:00.00] Y'all siga siga sing it x6 (flipmode is da squad)\n[03:14.16] Yo yo, yo, yo, yo let me continue\n[03:17.07] Motherfucker i'm about to send you (ha ha ha ha)\n[03:19.21] Check me out, the demon done got up in you\n[03:21.98] What the fuck you talking about i've been waiting\n[03:24.35] I wanna talk to you, shit, watery shit\n[03:26.41] Caught the 24 hour flu, soft\n[03:28.33] Of course, blow you off course\n[03:30.51] Flying through the sky like the pegeasus horse\n[03:32.87] You lost to be the boss, i toss\n[03:35.19] Kill corny niggas with no remorse\n[03:37.19] Turn my lights off, turn my mic on\n[03:39.09] Yo busta rhymes could manifest so who'd be the true lyric icon\n[03:42.92] It really don't matter how much bigger\n[03:44.83] I storm all over motherfuckers, like some end of the world niggas\n[03:48.38] Like rapid fire, chicka cha, blaow!\n[03:50.85] Bust a shot all up in your face, nigga what now\n[03:53.04] Mistaken enough i just breaking chicken\n[03:55.50] Prepare for the undertaking, your whole body faking\n[03:58.49] I always try my hardest to keep communicating\n[04:00.92] But you ain't relating\n[04:02.48] You fucked up on what i'm making\n[04:04.25] Watch, how we attract like magnets, break your body down to fragments\n[04:07.82] Cut you down to half size, quarter size, eighth size, nigga\n[04:11.61] Get up off my dick\n[04:12.82] Chop you up and bag you up just like a half a brick\n[04:14.89] Reversible, rehearsable, busta rhymes, almighty merciful\n[04:19.67] Dismantle, example, your whole crew will get trampled\n[04:23.65] Follow the example, the lyrical nutritionist, the abolitionist\n[04:26.94] I revolutionize the music like a fucking revolutionist\n[04:29.71] Busta rhymes will stay snapping while bitches keep on yapping\n[04:33.65] When my shit is done, you fuckers start clapping, what the happened\n[04:37.00] Rhymes feel like a bunch of diesel niggas, hype niggas\n[04:39.88] We be them type niggas, them side swipe niggas\n[04:42.16] While you be the apprentice\n[04:43.58] My dick up in your mouth just like a dentist\n[04:45.54] You seventh day adventist\n[04:46.98] My rhymes is in the, uhh\n[04:48.12] For memory laps, no halfs, caught up in traps\n[04:50.85] I cross country like traveling maps\n[04:52.66] Worldwide (echoed)\n[05:00.41] One, nation indivisible, with, liberty the god individual\n[05:04.95] Cripple you\n[05:06.85] Colonize like pirates and criminals\n[05:09.43] Convicted of world crimes while i'm world wide in flows\n[05:12.98] Modernize and digital\n[05:14.74] Evacuate civilize\n[05:16.29] Billions tumble\n[05:18.62] My skill guzzle\n[05:19.84] Iced tea with cop killas, top billas now\n[05:21.48] So binoculars to follow\n[05:24.55] Blood drops in spillage\n[05:26.23] In treetops my gorillas collapse shit, like alaskian winters (ha)\n[05:31.13] Sinners (ha) frostbit\n[05:33.18] Lost sleds and lost fingers\n[05:34.75] Lord, commander of large missile militias\n[05:37.05] Pick, up, dust, like the share croppers galoshes\n[05:41.87] And spray agent orange from helicopters on impostors\n[05:45.52] Then i, return like a\n[05:47.41] Jed-i, with guns are han solo and never, seen, three, p.o's\n[05:54.91] The good against evil, flash forever\n[05:57.64] Spread mash and take\n[05:59.26] Drastic measures, blast berrettas\n[06:01.82] I carry nines like math professors\n[06:03.42] Lord have, drop jewels, sword slash\n[06:06.03] Rob crews that snatch treasures\n[06:08.01] Halt, the global giant unfolds the science\n[06:10.27] Unify blends the fire to the sea\n[06:12.82] I bring crisis and crucifixion with the newest scriptures\n[06:15.13] Rugged who control hundreds\n[06:17.73] Who stay cold blooded like anemics\n[06:19.88] Paint pictures that keep minds twisted like spinal defects\n[06:23.45] Spit jewels\n[06:24.69] Watch your platoon\n[06:26.14] Lick wounds\n[06:27.49] And form scabs before they grif again\n[06:29.07] It's lord hittin 'em\n[06:30.28] And as the world turns, like, holy koran scripts\n[06:33.48] My response is to keep repping, son\n[06:35.80] Terrorize, for six days\n[06:37.93] And gon' rest on the seventh one\n[06:39.57] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Flipmode Iz Da Squad\n  artist: Rampage\n  album: 'Rooster In My Rari: Rap Party'\n  duration_ms: 402000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Featuring da flipmode squad\n  start_ms: 960\n  end_ms: 1660\n- text: Drop it\n  start_ms: 1660\n  end_ms: 2340\n- text: Uh ladies and gentlemen\n  start_ms: 2340\n  end_ms: 3310\n- text: Y'all siga siga sing it x6 (flipmode is da squad)\n  start_ms: 3310\n  end_ms: 19270\n- text: It's the ramp auto nigga you've been waiting for the outlaw\n  start_ms: 19270\n  end_ms: 23410\n- text: Throwing brothers off the seashore this is your derour\n  start_ms: 23410\n  end_ms: 26020\n- text: Flipmode take you to war kids in the hood can't take it no more\n  start_ms: 26020\n  end_ms: 31440\n- text: I'm the one you looking for\n  start_ms: 31440\n  end_ms: 33140\n- text: If eight is enough i rock my stuff watch you get cuff\n  start_ms: 33140\n  end_ms: 36010\n- text: Yo, you fucking with the wrong bluff\n  start_ms: 36010\n  end_ms: 38250\n- text: I got more king than just\n  start_ms: 38250\n  end_ms: 39680\n- text: Niggas make me mad, now i got to squeeze and bust\n  start_ms: 39680\n  end_ms: 42230\n- text: Bringing harm with my lucky charm, me and saddam\n  start_ms: 42230\n  end_ms: 44860\n- text: I can't keep calm, release the bomb, (boom)\n  start_ms: 44860\n  end_ms: 47050\n- text: Radiation, to the nation, call your congregation\n  start_ms: 47050\n  end_ms: 49690\n- text: My squad is on plantation\n  start_ms: 49690\n  end_ms: 52020\n- text: And word up, rampage, last nigga scout\n  start_ms: 52020\n  end_ms: 55160\n- text: Quick to punch a nigga in his mouth\n  start_ms: 55160\n  end_ms: 57670\n- text: That's word to down south\n  start_ms: 57670\n  end_ms: 62050\n- text: Putting in their lyrical concepts\n  start_ms: 62050\n  end_ms: 64160\n- text: This is rap with no rules\n  start_ms: 64160\n  end_ms: 65700\n- text: Fuck being cool, old school or new school\n  start_ms: 65700\n  end_ms: 68770\n- text: I'm supreme, i'm on the fat winning team\n  start_ms: 68770\n  end_ms: 71430\n- text: A lot of clicks wanna dream, peep my theme\n  start_ms: 71430\n  end_ms: 73800\n- text: I'm in it to win it, you damn right i'm getting cream\n  start_ms: 73800\n  end_ms: 76570\n- text: Microphone fiend, uh\n  start_ms: 76570\n  end_ms: 77560\n- text: Ehhh, eh eh eh eh eh eh eh, eh eh eh eh eh eh, eh\n  start_ms: 77560\n  end_ms: 85320\n- text: Hallelujhah, kids hear this (this), you got to hear this (this)\n  start_ms: 85320\n  end_ms: 89200\n- text: Flipmode's the one and your shit should hear this\n  start_ms: 89200\n  end_ms: 92050\n- text: Splitting the guns, causing a earthquake\n  start_ms: 92050\n  end_ms: 94510\n- text: My contradict thick like a mickey d shake\n  start_ms: 94510\n  end_ms: 97070\n- text: I give the shit that i know you can't take\n  start_ms: 97070\n  end_ms: 99510\n- text: Fuck out my way for heaven's sake\n  start_ms: 99510\n  end_ms: 101860\n- text: I got my eye on you (you), what you gonna do (do), you ain't got clue\n  start_ms: 101860\n  end_ms: 105880\n- text: (clue)\n  start_ms: 105880\n  end_ms: 106890\n- text: Shoo fly shoo fly shoo\n  start_ms: 106890\n  end_ms: 108670\n- text: Everything's peachy keen neato\n  start_ms: 108670\n  end_ms: 110300\n- text: Tommy coming fast like speedo\n  start_ms: 110300\n  end_ms: 112230\n- text: Make a blast like a torpedo\n  start_ms: 112230\n  end_ms: 114510\n- text: Deep like captain nemo\n  start_ms: 114510\n  end_ms: 115910\n- text: I brings the primo\n  start_ms: 115910\n  end_ms: 117480\n- text: My life will be nitro large, jumbo\n  start_ms: 117480\n  end_ms: 119400\n- text: Your shit be itty bitty bitty bitty micro\n  start_ms: 119400\n  end_ms: 122750\n- text: In your ass like a vaccine\n  start_ms: 122750\n  end_ms: 124650\n- text: Point mc's to my hilly bill jeans\n  start_ms: 124650\n  end_ms: 127350\n- text: I eat mc's with rice and beans (beans), rice and greens (greens)\n  start_ms: 127350\n  end_ms: 131350\n- text: I wreck the whole scene\n  start_ms: 131350\n  end_ms: 133680\n- text: Serious, true brother, should not scream\n  start_ms: 133680\n  end_ms: 135020\n- text: Yo yo, yo, yo\n  start_ms: 135020\n  end_ms: 138220\n- text: Yo check this here, i be the thug up in your ear\n  start_ms: 138220\n  end_ms: 140830\n- text: From here to cakalaka, the microphone attacker\n  start_ms: 140830\n  end_ms: 143780\n- text: Spliff i split psycho soloist, one of the dopest\n  start_ms: 143780\n  end_ms: 146530\n- text: Singing songs on recess when i'm giving one fuck, uhh\n  start_ms: 146530\n  end_ms: 149200\n- text: Pastor of disaster, i brings it on\n  start_ms: 149200\n  end_ms: 151920\n- text: My flipmode niggas be like children of the corn\n  start_ms: 151920\n  end_ms: 154330\n- text: Running through your block blasting (pow)\n  start_ms: 154330\n  end_ms: 156580\n- text: With no questions asking\n  start_ms: 156580\n  end_ms: 157470\n- text: Putting bullet holes through your fucking latest fashion\n  start_ms: 157470\n  end_ms: 160150\n- text: The ignorant immigrant\n  start_ms: 160150\n  end_ms: 161690\n- text: Magnificent, like morrocco\n  start_ms: 161690\n  end_ms: 163530\n- text: Stacking that cheddar like nacho\n  start_ms: 163530\n  end_ms: 165570\n- text: The number one honcho\n  start_ms: 165570\n  end_ms: 166960\n- text: Dirty nigga desperado rhyme well bravo\n  start_ms: 166960\n  end_ms: 169250\n- text: Freestyle felon oops upside your fucking melon\n  start_ms: 169250\n  end_ms: 172030\n- text: Breaking fool on they ass just like george did to helen\n  start_ms: 172030\n  end_ms: 175250\n- text: I got the world yelling\n  start_ms: 175250\n  end_ms: 176640\n- text: Hit the punashatach unitl it start smelling\n  start_ms: 176640\n  end_ms: 180000\n- text: Y'all siga siga sing it x6 (flipmode is da squad)\n  start_ms: 180000\n  end_ms: 194160\n- text: Yo yo, yo, yo, yo let me continue\n  start_ms: 194160\n  end_ms: 197070\n- text: Motherfucker i'm about to send you (ha ha ha ha)\n  start_ms: 197070\n  end_ms: 199210\n- text: Check me out, the demon done got up in you\n  start_ms: 199210\n  end_ms: 201980\n- text: What the fuck you talking about i've been waiting\n  start_ms: 201980\n  end_ms: 204350\n- text: I wanna talk to you, shit, watery shit\n  start_ms: 204350\n  end_ms: 206410\n- text: Caught the 24 hour flu, soft\n  start_ms: 206410\n  end_ms: 208330\n- text: Of course, blow you off course\n  start_ms: 208330\n  end_ms: 210510\n- text: Flying through the sky like the pegeasus horse\n  start_ms: 210510\n  end_ms: 212870\n- text: You lost to be the boss, i toss\n  start_ms: 212870\n  end_ms: 215190\n- text: Kill corny niggas with no remorse\n  start_ms: 215190\n  end_ms: 217190\n- text: Turn my lights off, turn my mic on\n  start_ms: 217190\n  end_ms: 219090\n- text: Yo busta rhymes could manifest so who'd be the true lyric icon\n  start_ms: 219090\n  end_ms: 222920\n- text: It really don't matter how much bigger\n  start_ms: 222920\n  end_ms: 224830\n- text: I storm all over motherfuckers, like some end of the world niggas\n  start_ms: 224830\n  end_ms: 228380\n- text: Like rapid fire, chicka cha, blaow!\n  start_ms: 228380\n  end_ms: 230850\n- text: Bust a shot all up in your face, nigga what now\n  start_ms: 230850\n  end_ms: 233040\n- text: Mistaken enough i just breaking chicken\n  start_ms: 233040\n  end_ms: 235500\n- text: Prepare for the undertaking, your whole body faking\n  start_ms: 235500\n  end_ms: 238490\n- text: I always try my hardest to keep communicating\n  start_ms: 238490\n  end_ms: 240920\n- text: But you ain't relating\n  start_ms: 240920\n  end_ms: 242480\n- text: You fucked up on what i'm making\n  start_ms: 242480\n  end_ms: 244250\n- text: Watch, how we attract like magnets, break your body down to fragments\n  start_ms: 244250\n  end_ms: 247820\n- text: Cut you down to half size, quarter size, eighth size, nigga\n  start_ms: 247820\n  end_ms: 251610\n- text: Get up off my dick\n  start_ms: 251610\n  end_ms: 252820\n- text: Chop you up and bag you up just like a half a brick\n  start_ms: 252820\n  end_ms: 254890\n- text: Reversible, rehearsable, busta rhymes, almighty merciful\n  start_ms: 254890\n  end_ms: 259670\n- text: Dismantle, example, your whole crew will get trampled\n  start_ms: 259670\n  end_ms: 263650\n- text: Follow the example, the lyrical nutritionist, the abolitionist\n  start_ms: 263650\n  end_ms: 266940\n- text: I revolutionize the music like a fucking revolutionist\n  start_ms: 266940\n  end_ms: 269710\n- text: Busta rhymes will stay snapping while bitches keep on yapping\n  start_ms: 269710\n  end_ms: 273650\n- text: When my shit is done, you fuckers start clapping, what the happened\n  start_ms: 273650\n  end_ms: 277000\n- text: Rhymes feel like a bunch of diesel niggas, hype niggas\n  start_ms: 277000\n  end_ms: 279880\n- text: We be them type niggas, them side swipe niggas\n  start_ms: 279880\n  end_ms: 282160\n- text: While you be the apprentice\n  start_ms: 282160\n  end_ms: 283580\n- text: My dick up in your mouth just like a dentist\n  start_ms: 283580\n  end_ms: 285540\n- text: You seventh day adventist\n  start_ms: 285540\n  end_ms: 286980\n- text: My rhymes is in the, uhh\n  start_ms: 286980\n  end_ms: 288120\n- text: For memory laps, no halfs, caught up in traps\n  start_ms: 288120\n  end_ms: 290850\n- text: I cross country like traveling maps\n  start_ms: 290850\n  end_ms: 292660\n- text: Worldwide (echoed)\n  start_ms: 292660\n  end_ms: 300410\n- text: One, nation indivisible, with, liberty the god individual\n  start_ms: 300410\n  end_ms: 304950\n- text: Cripple you\n  start_ms: 304950\n  end_ms: 306850\n- text: Colonize like pirates and criminals\n  start_ms: 306850\n  end_ms: 309430\n- text: Convicted of world crimes while i'm world wide in flows\n  start_ms: 309430\n  end_ms: 312980\n- text: Modernize and digital\n  start_ms: 312980\n  end_ms: 314740\n- text: Evacuate civilize\n  start_ms: 314740\n  end_ms: 316290\n- text: Billions tumble\n  start_ms: 316290\n  end_ms: 318620\n- text: My skill guzzle\n  start_ms: 318620\n  end_ms: 319840\n- text: Iced tea with cop killas, top billas now\n  start_ms: 319840\n  end_ms: 321480\n- text: So binoculars to follow\n  start_ms: 321480\n  end_ms: 324550\n- text: Blood drops in spillage\n  start_ms: 324550\n  end_ms: 326230\n- text: In treetops my gorillas collapse shit, like alaskian winters (ha)\n  start_ms: 326230\n  end_ms: 331130\n- text: Sinners (ha) frostbit\n  start_ms: 331130\n  end_ms: 333180\n- text: Lost sleds and lost fingers\n  start_ms: 333180\n  end_ms: 334750\n- text: Lord, commander of large missile militias\n  start_ms: 334750\n  end_ms: 337050\n- text: Pick, up, dust, like the share croppers galoshes\n  start_ms: 337050\n  end_ms: 341870\n- text: And spray agent orange from helicopters on impostors\n  start_ms: 341870\n  end_ms: 345520\n- text: Then i, return like a\n  start_ms: 345520\n  end_ms: 347410\n- text: Jed-i, with guns are han solo and never, seen, three, p.o's\n  start_ms: 347410\n  end_ms: 354910\n- text: The good against evil, flash forever\n  start_ms: 354910\n  end_ms: 357640\n- text: Spread mash and take\n  start_ms: 357640\n  end_ms: 359260\n- text: Drastic measures, blast berrettas\n  start_ms: 359260\n  end_ms: 361820\n- text: I carry nines like math professors\n  start_ms: 361820\n  end_ms: 363420\n- text: Lord have, drop jewels, sword slash\n  start_ms: 363420\n  end_ms: 366030\n- text: Rob crews that snatch treasures\n  start_ms: 366030\n  end_ms: 368010\n- text: Halt, the global giant unfolds the science\n  start_ms: 368010\n  end_ms: 370270\n- text: Unify blends the fire to the sea\n  start_ms: 370270\n  end_ms: 372820\n- text: I bring crisis and crucifixion with the newest scriptures\n  start_ms: 372820\n  end_ms: 375130\n- text: Rugged who control hundreds\n  start_ms: 375130\n  end_ms: 377730\n- text: Who stay cold blooded like anemics\n  start_ms: 377730\n  end_ms: 379880\n- text: Paint pictures that keep minds twisted like spinal defects\n  start_ms: 379880\n  end_ms: 383450\n- text: Spit jewels\n  start_ms: 383450\n  end_ms: 384690\n- text: Watch your platoon\n  start_ms: 384690\n  end_ms: 386140\n- text: Lick wounds\n  start_ms: 386140\n  end_ms: 387490\n- text: And form scabs before they grif again\n  start_ms: 387490\n  end_ms: 389070\n- text: It's lord hittin 'em\n  start_ms: 389070\n  end_ms: 390280\n- text: And as the world turns, like, holy koran scripts\n  start_ms: 390280\n  end_ms: 393480\n- text: My response is to keep repping, son\n  start_ms: 393480\n  end_ms: 395800\n- text: Terrorize, for six days\n  start_ms: 395800\n  end_ms: 397930\n- text: And gon' rest on the seventh one\n  start_ms: 397930\n  end_ms: 399570\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 399570\nplain: |-\n  Featuring da flipmode squad\n\n  Drop it\n  Uh ladies and gentlemen\n\n  Y'all siga siga sing it x6 (flipmode is da squad)\n\n  It's the ramp auto nigga you've been waiting for the outlaw\n  Throwing brothers off the seashore this is your derour\n  Flipmode take you to war kids in the hood can't take it no more\n  I'm the one you looking for\n  If eight is enough i rock my stuff watch you get cuff\n  Yo, you fucking with the wrong bluff\n  I got more king than just\n  Niggas make me mad, now i got to squeeze and bust\n  Bringing harm with my lucky charm, me and saddam\n  I can't keep calm, release the bomb, (boom)\n  Radiation, to the nation, call your congregation\n  My squad is on plantation\n  And word up, rampage, last nigga scout\n  Quick to punch a nigga in his mouth\n  That's word to down south\n  Putting in their lyrical concepts\n  This is rap with no rules\n  Fuck being cool, old school or new school\n  I'm supreme, i'm on the fat winning team\n  A lot of clicks wanna dream, peep my theme\n  I'm in it to win it, you damn right i'm getting cream\n  Microphone fiend, uh\n\n  Ehhh, eh eh eh eh eh eh eh, eh eh eh eh eh eh, eh\n  Hallelujhah, kids hear this (this), you got to hear this (this)\n  Flipmode's the one and your shit should hear this\n  Splitting the guns, causing a earthquake\n  My contradict thick like a mickey d shake\n  I give the shit that i know you can't take\n  Fuck out my way for heaven's sake\n  I got my eye on you (you), what you gonna do (do), you ain't got clue\n  (clue)\n  Shoo fly shoo fly shoo\n  Everything's peachy keen neato\n  Tommy coming fast like speedo\n  Make a blast like a torpedo\n  Deep like captain nemo\n  I brings the primo\n  My life will be nitro large, jumbo\n  Your shit be itty bitty bitty bitty micro\n  In your ass like a vaccine\n  Point mc's to my hilly bill jeans\n  I eat mc's with rice and beans (beans), rice and greens (greens)\n  I wreck the whole scene\n  Serious, true brother, should not scream\n\n  Yo yo, yo, yo\n  Yo check this here, i be the thug up in your ear\n  From here to cakalaka, the microphone attacker\n  Spliff i split psycho soloist, one of the dopest\n  Singing songs on recess when i'm giving one fuck, uhh\n  Pastor of disaster, i brings it on\n  My flipmode niggas be like children of the corn\n  Running through your block blasting (pow)\n  With no questions asking\n  Putting bullet holes through your fucking latest fashion\n  The ignorant immigrant\n  Magnificent, like morrocco\n  Stacking that cheddar like nacho\n  The number one honcho\n  Dirty nigga desperado rhyme well bravo\n  Freestyle felon oops upside your fucking melon\n  Breaking fool on they ass just like george did to helen\n  I got the world yelling\n  Hit the punashatach unitl it start smelling\n\n  Y'all siga siga sing it x6 (flipmode is da squad)\n\n  Yo yo, yo, yo, yo let me continue\n  Motherfucker i'm about to send you (ha ha ha ha)\n  Check me out, the demon done got up in you\n  What the fuck you talking about i've been waiting\n  I wanna talk to you, shit, watery shit\n  Caught the 24 hour flu, soft\n  Of course, blow you off course\n  Flying through the sky like the pegeasus horse\n  You lost to be the boss, i toss\n  Kill corny niggas with no remorse\n  Turn my lights off, turn my mic on\n  Yo busta rhymes could manifest so who'd be the true lyric icon\n  It really don't matter how much bigger\n  I storm all over motherfuckers, like some end of the world niggas\n  Like rapid fire, chicka cha, blaow!\n  Bust a shot all up in your face, nigga what now\n  Mistaken enough i just breaking chicken\n  Prepare for the undertaking, your whole body faking\n  I always try my hardest to keep communicating\n  But you ain't relating\n  You fucked up on what i'm making\n  Watch, how we attract like magnets, break your body down to fragments\n  Cut you down to half size, quarter size, eighth size, nigga\n  Get up off my dick\n  Chop you up and bag you up just like a half a brick\n  Reversible, rehearsable, busta rhymes, almighty merciful\n  Dismantle, example, your whole crew will get trampled\n  Follow the example, the lyrical nutritionist, the abolitionist\n  I revolutionize the music like a fucking revolutionist\n  Busta rhymes will stay snapping while bitches keep on yapping\n  When my shit is done, you fuckers start clapping, what the happened\n  Rhymes feel like a bunch of diesel niggas, hype niggas\n  We be them type niggas, them side swipe niggas\n  While you be the apprentice\n  My dick up in your mouth just like a dentist\n  You seventh day adventist\n  My rhymes is in the, uhh\n  For memory laps, no halfs, caught up in traps\n  I cross country like traveling maps\n  Worldwide (echoed)\n\n  One, nation indivisible, with, liberty the god individual\n  Cripple you\n  Colonize like pirates and criminals\n  Convicted of world crimes while i'm world wide in flows\n  Modernize and digital\n  Evacuate civilize\n  Billions tumble\n  My skill guzzle\n  Iced tea with cop killas, top billas now\n  So binoculars to follow\n  Blood drops in spillage\n  In treetops my gorillas collapse shit, like alaskian winters (ha)\n  Sinners (ha) frostbit\n  Lost sleds and lost fingers\n  Lord, commander of large missile militias\n  Pick, up, dust, like the share croppers galoshes\n  And spray agent orange from helicopters on impostors\n  Then i, return like a\n  Jed-i, with guns are han solo and never, seen, three, p.o's\n  The good against evil, flash forever\n  Spread mash and take\n  Drastic measures, blast berrettas\n  I carry nines like math professors\n  Lord have, drop jewels, sword slash\n  Rob crews that snatch treasures\n  Halt, the global giant unfolds the science\n  Unify blends the fire to the sea\n  I bring crisis and crucifixion with the newest scriptures\n  Rugged who control hundreds\n  Who stay cold blooded like anemics\n  Paint pictures that keep minds twisted like spinal defects\n  Spit jewels\n  Watch your platoon\n  Lick wounds\n  And form scabs before they grif again\n  It's lord hittin 'em\n  And as the world turns, like, holy koran scripts\n  My response is to keep repping, son\n  Terrorize, for six days\n  And gon' rest on the seventh one\n"}]