[{"id":1292248,"name":"Do What Ya Feel","trackName":"Do What Ya Feel","artistName":"Redman","albumName":"Muddy Waters","duration":254.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Intro: Redman\n\nHahahahahaaa\nFollow... just do what ya feel and I'ma follow\nI'ma follow...\nJust do what ya feel and we gon follow\nJust do what ya feel and I'ma follow (2X)\nHaha, Meth-Tical\n\nVerse One: Method Man, Redman\n\nWho wanna flip with the acrobatic\nFrom ground zero all the way to attic, what we be smokin, Tical\nThe resevoir is now open\nI swim the English Channel backstrokin, you don't know me or my style\nWe hold court and blow trial\nYou catch 'cal when you browse through my X-Files, who be next now\nMan's down, hands down\nForeground by your side when it go down, I dedicate this next dart\nTo my fucking heart\nLittle Meth he the best part, now walk with that one, word\nTime Time 4 Sum Aksion\nDreamin bout Toni Braxton, blowin her back out like Bob Baglin\nI'm throwin wrestling holds\nTag team with Funk Doc, we in funk mode, take yo' best shot\nIf it don't hip it don't hop\n\nIf it don't quit it don't stop, that's the life\n\nI be the super-lyrical individual I be splittin through\nThat Teflon material to knock Big Ben off of schedule\nBetter move with a set of tools\nI be doin it to mics when I'm a, heterosexual\nI load the mic then cock, drop it like three-quarters\nWhen I slaughter don't get caught in the water\nCause the Brick's got it's own World Order\nLeave your bitch in shock like the third rail caught her\nStyles stay deeper than orca, I float the seven seas with ease\nDid more drugs than pharmacies\nSo call me that lyrical Genovese, you can't compare\nGet you steppin like stairs, frats, sororities\nDon't make me bring it on back I fuck up the majority\nOf niggaz lookin hard at me, I Port em like Authority\nAnd when my nigga Meth shine\nOut the inner How High mobile rollin three dimes at a time\n\n(Erick Sermon) Redman and Method Man still...\n(Hiiiigh hiiiiiiiiigh)\nIt's that Jersey representer\nGet hit from the bottom to your head when you enter\nWord...\n\nJust do what ya feel and I'ma follow (3X)\nFunk Doc break it down\n\nVerse Two: Redman, Method Man\n\nYo, suck my dick out of animosity\nThe velocity will fly that head and freeze your camps like pottery\nTo give lobotomies to all you rap colonies\nAnd shunt your million dollar investment, to economy\nImpossibly might be the one in black leather\nName tag sayin 'caution when wet by the track wetter'\nThe hash spreader, I love the grimy shit\nEven my girl did grimy shit to me and I went back with her\nThree years for carrying a loaded handgun\nBut it's forever when a nigga (chik-chik BLAAAOW) and he lands one\nTo your cranium\nThat red dot on your forehead it's not cause you Arabian\n(Yo watch you say to him!)\nYou caught up in a tight situation\nI should start erasin your whole organization for makin\nWack tunes while my whole platoon rock the basement\nYou couldn't come close if I gave you my bookin agent\nOr producer, royalty points twelve shot loaded Luger\nEven a crowd to get you souped up, you're still wack\nI peel caps, on the regular\nDestroy MC's et cetera, creep like The Predator\nFuck you, your label moms and your editor\nGive you two to the jugular, blood be spreadin\nAll on my shirt, the king of the flirt shittin\nBitches hit me off more than New Edition\n(Tweet-tweet-tweet-tweet, tweet-tweet-tweet-tweet)\nI make them pigs heart skip a beat from the steel physique\nSo Iron Lung (born to wonder)\nGet on the mic and break em off a sumthin sumthin\n\nWe moonshine and grow crops\nPurchasin the handhelds with the sure shots, it got me spittin\nThese slugs at my competition, in rap sessions\nU-A-P ain't got no weapon, you lip professin\nNext in, line, parental discretion advised\nThese explicit, street linguistics\nBetter than yo' momma biscuits, we bomb shellin\nI might know but ain't tellin, too bad you missed it\nJohnny, Dangerously Blaze another enemy made another due paid\nColor-safe bleach so I don't fade\nScar your mental with my double edged blade, razor sharp\nGet yo' bandaids hold that\nLike E said, Get the Bozack, show them wack niggaz where the do's at\nOn the case like I'm Kojak\nKissin the grits on that Flo bitch, flip scripts take LOOONG shits\nRaider Ruckus\nOne, I come with premeditated redrum\nGingivitis to your filthy ass gums\nBottom line either get down or get done\nMotherfucker.","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.98] Intro: Redman\n[00:01.87] Hahahahahaaa\n[00:05.95] Follow... just do what ya feel and I'ma follow\n[00:08.80] I'ma follow...\n[00:10.53] Just do what ya feel and we gon follow\n[00:14.37] Just do what ya feel and I'ma follow (2X)\n[00:20.66] Haha, Meth-Tical\n[00:21.55] Verse One: Method Man, Redman\n[00:22.53] Who wanna flip with the acrobatic\n[00:23.05] From ground zero all the way to attic, what we be smokin, Tical\n[00:26.34] The resevoir is now open\n[00:27.90] I swim the English Channel backstrokin, you don't know me or my style\n[00:31.36] We hold court and blow trial\n[00:33.17] You catch 'cal when you browse through my X-Files, who be next now\n[00:36.72] Man's down, hands down\n[00:38.59] Foreground by your side when it go down, I dedicate this next dart\n[00:41.25] To my fucking heart\n[00:43.61] Little Meth he the best part, now walk with that one, word\n[00:47.73] Time Time 4 Sum Aksion\n[00:49.51] Dreamin bout Toni Braxton, blowin her back out like Bob Baglin\n[00:53.37] I'm throwin wrestling holds\n[00:54.99] Tag team with Funk Doc, we in funk mode, take yo' best shot\n[00:58.39] If it don't hip it don't hop\n[01:00.39] If it don't quit it don't stop, that's the life\n[01:03.32] I be the super-lyrical individual I be splittin through\n[01:06.13] That Teflon material to knock Big Ben off of schedule\n[01:08.98] Better move with a set of tools\n[01:11.25] I be doin it to mics when I'm a, heterosexual\n[01:13.94] I load the mic then cock, drop it like three-quarters\n[01:17.10] When I slaughter don't get caught in the water\n[01:19.29] Cause the Brick's got it's own World Order\n[01:21.42] Leave your bitch in shock like the third rail caught her\n[01:23.88] Styles stay deeper than orca, I float the seven seas with ease\n[01:27.05] Did more drugs than pharmacies\n[01:29.12] So call me that lyrical Genovese, you can't compare\n[01:32.01] Get you steppin like stairs, frats, sororities\n[01:35.02] Don't make me bring it on back I fuck up the majority\n[01:37.59] Of niggaz lookin hard at me, I Port em like Authority\n[01:40.47] And when my nigga Meth shine\n[01:42.35] Out the inner How High mobile rollin three dimes at a time\n[01:45.24] (Erick Sermon) Redman and Method Man still...\n[01:46.91] (Hiiiigh hiiiiiiiiigh)\n[01:50.25] It's that Jersey representer\n[01:51.70] Get hit from the bottom to your head when you enter\n[01:54.98] Word...\n[01:56.96] Just do what ya feel and I'ma follow (3X)\n[02:04.38] Funk Doc break it down\n[02:05.74] Verse Two: Redman, Method Man\n[02:06.28] Yo, suck my dick out of animosity\n[02:07.82] The velocity will fly that head and freeze your camps like pottery\n[02:11.45] To give lobotomies to all you rap colonies\n[02:14.06] And shunt your million dollar investment, to economy\n[02:16.91] Impossibly might be the one in black leather\n[02:19.25] Name tag sayin 'caution when wet by the track wetter'\n[02:21.95] The hash spreader, I love the grimy shit\n[02:24.83] Even my girl did grimy shit to me and I went back with her\n[02:27.58] Three years for carrying a loaded handgun\n[02:30.14] But it's forever when a nigga (chik-chik BLAAAOW) and he lands one\n[02:32.59] To your cranium\n[02:33.92] That red dot on your forehead it's not cause you Arabian\n[02:36.64] (Yo watch you say to him!)\n[02:38.18] You caught up in a tight situation\n[02:39.85] I should start erasin your whole organization for makin\n[02:42.93] Wack tunes while my whole platoon rock the basement\n[02:45.03] You couldn't come close if I gave you my bookin agent\n[02:47.98] Or producer, royalty points twelve shot loaded Luger\n[02:50.95] Even a crowd to get you souped up, you're still wack\n[02:54.05] I peel caps, on the regular\n[02:55.77] Destroy MC's et cetera, creep like The Predator\n[02:58.72] Fuck you, your label moms and your editor\n[03:01.01] Give you two to the jugular, blood be spreadin\n[03:03.61] All on my shirt, the king of the flirt shittin\n[03:06.64] Bitches hit me off more than New Edition\n[03:08.86] (Tweet-tweet-tweet-tweet, tweet-tweet-tweet-tweet)\n[03:11.92] I make them pigs heart skip a beat from the steel physique\n[03:14.42] So Iron Lung (born to wonder)\n[03:17.43] Get on the mic and break em off a sumthin sumthin\n[03:19.81] We moonshine and grow crops\n[03:21.57] Purchasin the handhelds with the sure shots, it got me spittin\n[03:25.12] These slugs at my competition, in rap sessions\n[03:27.63] U-A-P ain't got no weapon, you lip professin\n[03:30.33] Next in, line, parental discretion advised\n[03:33.18] These explicit, street linguistics\n[03:35.15] Better than yo' momma biscuits, we bomb shellin\n[03:37.89] I might know but ain't tellin, too bad you missed it\n[03:40.74] Johnny, Dangerously Blaze another enemy made another due paid\n[03:44.89] Color-safe bleach so I don't fade\n[03:47.27] Scar your mental with my double edged blade, razor sharp\n[03:50.78] Get yo' bandaids hold that\n[03:52.68] Like E said, Get the Bozack, show them wack niggaz where the do's at\n[03:56.20] On the case like I'm Kojak\n[03:58.43] Kissin the grits on that Flo bitch, flip scripts take LOOONG shits\n[04:02.27] Raider Ruckus\n[04:04.06] One, I come with premeditated redrum\n[04:06.86] Gingivitis to your filthy ass gums\n[04:09.31] Bottom line either get down or get done\n[04:11.64] Motherfucker.\n[04:14.02] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Do What Ya Feel\n  artist: Redman\n  album: Muddy Waters\n  duration_ms: 254000\n  instrumental: 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ground zero all the way to attic, what we be smokin, Tical\n  The resevoir is now open\n  I swim the English Channel backstrokin, you don't know me or my style\n  We hold court and blow trial\n  You catch 'cal when you browse through my X-Files, who be next now\n  Man's down, hands down\n  Foreground by your side when it go down, I dedicate this next dart\n  To my fucking heart\n  Little Meth he the best part, now walk with that one, word\n  Time Time 4 Sum Aksion\n  Dreamin bout Toni Braxton, blowin her back out like Bob Baglin\n  I'm throwin wrestling holds\n  Tag team with Funk Doc, we in funk mode, take yo' best shot\n  If it don't hip it don't hop\n\n  If it don't quit it don't stop, that's the life\n\n  I be the super-lyrical individual I be splittin through\n  That Teflon material to knock Big Ben off of schedule\n  Better move with a set of tools\n  I be doin it to mics when I'm a, heterosexual\n  I load the mic then cock, drop it like three-quarters\n  When I slaughter don't get caught in the water\n  Cause the Brick's got it's own World Order\n  Leave your bitch in shock like the third rail caught her\n  Styles stay deeper than orca, I float the seven seas with ease\n  Did more drugs than pharmacies\n  So call me that lyrical Genovese, you can't compare\n  Get you steppin like stairs, frats, sororities\n  Don't make me bring it on back I fuck up the majority\n  Of niggaz lookin hard at me, I Port em like Authority\n  And when my nigga Meth shine\n  Out the inner How High mobile rollin three dimes at a time\n\n  (Erick Sermon) Redman and Method Man still...\n  (Hiiiigh hiiiiiiiiigh)\n  It's that Jersey representer\n  Get hit from the bottom to your head when you enter\n  Word...\n\n  Just do what ya feel and I'ma follow (3X)\n  Funk Doc break it down\n\n  Verse Two: Redman, Method Man\n\n  Yo, suck my dick out of animosity\n  The velocity will fly that head and freeze your camps like pottery\n  To give lobotomies to all you rap colonies\n  And shunt your million dollar investment, to economy\n  Impossibly might be the one in black leather\n  Name tag sayin 'caution when wet by the track wetter'\n  The hash spreader, I love the grimy shit\n  Even my girl did grimy shit to me and I went back with her\n  Three years for carrying a loaded handgun\n  But it's forever when a nigga (chik-chik BLAAAOW) and he lands one\n  To your cranium\n  That red dot on your forehead it's not cause you Arabian\n  (Yo watch you say to him!)\n  You caught up in a tight situation\n  I should start erasin your whole organization for makin\n  Wack tunes while my whole platoon rock the basement\n  You couldn't come close if I gave you my bookin agent\n  Or producer, royalty points twelve shot loaded Luger\n  Even a crowd to get you souped up, you're still wack\n  I peel caps, on the regular\n  Destroy MC's et cetera, creep like The Predator\n  Fuck you, your label moms and your editor\n  Give you two to the jugular, blood be spreadin\n  All on my shirt, the king of the flirt shittin\n  Bitches hit me off more than New Edition\n  (Tweet-tweet-tweet-tweet, tweet-tweet-tweet-tweet)\n  I make them pigs heart skip a beat from the steel physique\n  So Iron Lung (born to wonder)\n  Get on the mic and break em off a sumthin sumthin\n\n  We moonshine and grow crops\n  Purchasin the handhelds with the sure shots, it got me spittin\n  These slugs at my competition, in rap sessions\n  U-A-P ain't got no weapon, you lip professin\n  Next in, line, parental discretion advised\n  These explicit, street linguistics\n  Better than yo' momma biscuits, we bomb shellin\n  I might know but ain't tellin, too bad you missed it\n  Johnny, Dangerously Blaze another enemy made another due paid\n  Color-safe bleach so I don't fade\n  Scar your mental with my double edged blade, razor sharp\n  Get yo' bandaids hold that\n  Like E said, Get the Bozack, show them wack niggaz where the do's at\n  On the case like I'm Kojak\n  Kissin the grits on that Flo bitch, flip scripts 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lookin hard at me, I Port em like Authority\nAnd when my nigga Meth shine\nout the inner How High mobile rollin three dimes at a time\n\n(Erick Sermon) Redman and Method Man still...\n(hiiiigh hiiiiiiiiigh)\nIt's that Jersey representer\nGet hit from the bottom to your head when you enter\nWord...\n\nJust do what ya feel and I'ma follow (3X)\nFunk Doc break it down\n\nVerse Two: Redman, Method Man\n\nYo, suck my dick out of animosity\nThe velocity will fly that head and freeze your camps like pottery\nto give lobotomies to all you rap colonies\nAnd shunt your million dollar investment, to economy\nImpossibly might be the one in black leather\nName tag sayin 'caution when wet by the track wetter'\nThe hash spreader, I love the grimy shit\nEven my girl did grimy shit to me and I went back with her\nThree years for carrying a loaded handgun\nBut it's forever when a nigga (chik-chik BLAAAOW) and he lands one\nto your cranium\nThat red dot on your forehead it's not cause you Arabian\n(Yo 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representer\n[01:51.70] Get hit from the bottom to your head when you enter\n[01:54.98] Word...\n[01:56.96] Just do what ya feel and I'ma follow (3X)\n[02:04.38] Funk Doc break it down\n[02:05.74] Verse Two: Redman, Method Man\n[02:06.28] Yo, suck my dick out of animosity\n[02:07.82] The velocity will fly that head and freeze your camps like pottery\n[02:11.45] to give lobotomies to all you rap colonies\n[02:14.06] And shunt your million dollar investment, to economy\n[02:16.91] Impossibly might be the one in black leather\n[02:19.25] Name tag sayin 'caution when wet by the track wetter'\n[02:21.95] The hash spreader, I love the grimy shit\n[02:24.83] Even my girl did grimy shit to me and I went back with her\n[02:27.58] Three years for carrying a loaded handgun\n[02:30.14] But it's forever when a nigga (chik-chik BLAAAOW) and he lands one\n[02:32.59] to your cranium\n[02:33.92] That red dot on your forehead it's not cause you Arabian\n[02:36.64] (Yo watch you say to him!)\n[02:38.18] 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Just do what ya feel and we gon follow\n  Just do what ya feel and I'ma follow (2X)\n  Haha, Meth-Tical\n\n  Verse One: Method Man, Redman\n\n  Who wanna flip with the acrobatic\n  From ground zero all the way to attic, what we be smokin, Tical\n  The resevoir is now open\n  I swim the English Channel backstrokin, you don't know me or my style\n  We hold court and blow trial\n  You catch 'cal when you browse through my X-Files, who be next now\n  Man's down, hands down\n  Foreground by your side when it go down, I dedicate this next dart\n  to my fucking heart\n  Little Meth he the best part, now walk with that one, word\n  Time Time 4 Sum Aksion\n  Dreamin bout Toni Braxton, blowin her back out like Bob Baglin\n  I'm throwin wrestling holds\n  Tag team with Funk Doc, we in funk mode, take yo' best shot\n  If it don't hip it don't hop\n\n  If it don't quit it don't stop, that's the life\n\n  I be the super-lyrical individual I be splittin through\n  that Teflon material to knock Big 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hold court and blow trial\nYou catch 'cal when you browse through my X-Files, who be next now\nMan's down, hands down\nForeground by your side when it go down, I dedicate this next dart\nTo my fucking heart\nLittle Meth he the best part, now walk with that one, word\nTime Time 4 Sum Aksion\nDreamin bout Toni Braxton, blowin her back out like Bob Baglin\nI'm throwin wrestling holds\nTag team with Funk Doc, we in funk mode, take yo' best shot\nIf it don't hip it don't hop\n\nIf it don't quit it don't stop, that's the life\n\nI be the super-lyrical individual I be splittin through\nThat Teflon material to knock Big Ben off of schedule\nBetter move with a set of tools\nI be doin it to mics when I'm a, heterosexual\nI load the mic then cock, drop it like three-quarters\nWhen I slaughter don't get caught in the water\nCause the Brick's got it's own World Order\nLeave your bitch in shock like the third rail caught her\nStyles stay deeper than orca, I float the seven seas with ease\nDid more 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her\nThree years for carrying a loaded handgun\nBut it's forever when a nigga (chik-chik BLAAAOW) and he lands one\nTo your cranium\nThat red dot on your forehead it's not cause you Arabian\n(Yo watch you say to him!)\nYou caught up in a tight situation\nI should start erasin your whole organization for makin\nWack tunes while my whole platoon rock the basement\nYou couldn't come close if I gave you my bookin agent\nOr producer, royalty points twelve shot loaded Luger\nEven a crowd to get you souped up, you're still wack\nI peel caps, on the regular\nDestroy MC's et cetera, creep like The Predator\nFuck you, your label moms and your editor\nGive you two to the jugular, blood be spreadin\nAll on my shirt, the king of the flirt shittin\nBitches hit me off more than New Edition\n(Tweet-tweet-tweet-tweet, tweet-tweet-tweet-tweet)\nI make them pigs heart skip a beat from the steel physique\nSo Iron Lung (born to wonder)\nGet on the mic and break em off a sumthin sumthin\n\nWe moonshine and grow crops\nPurchasin the handhelds with the sure shots, it got me spittin\nThese slugs at my competition, in rap sessions\nU-A-P ain't got no weapon, you lip professin\nNext in, line, parental discretion advised\nThese explicit, street linguistics\nBetter than yo' momma biscuits, we bomb shellin\nI might know but ain't tellin, too bad you missed it\nJohnny, Dangerously Blaze another enemy made another due paid\nColor-safe bleach so I don't fade\nScar your mental with my double edged blade, razor sharp\nGet yo' bandaids hold that\nLike E said, Get the Bozack, show them wack niggaz where the do's at\nOn the case like I'm Kojak\nKissin the grits on that Flo bitch, flip scripts take LOOONG shits\nRaider Ruckus\nOne, I come with premeditated redrum\nGingivitis to your filthy ass gums\nBottom line either get down or get done\nMotherfucker.","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.98] Intro: Redman\n[00:01.87] Hahahahahaaa\n[00:05.95] Follow... just do what ya feel and I'ma follow\n[00:08.80] I'ma follow...\n[00:10.53] Just do what ya feel and we gon follow\n[00:14.37] Just do what ya feel and I'ma follow (2X)\n[00:20.66] Haha, Meth-Tical\n[00:21.55] Verse One: Method Man, Redman\n[00:22.53] Who wanna flip with the acrobatic\n[00:23.05] From ground zero all the way to attic, what we be smokin, Tical\n[00:26.34] The resevoir is now open\n[00:27.90] I swim the English Channel backstrokin, you don't know me or my style\n[00:31.36] We hold court and blow trial\n[00:33.17] You catch 'cal when you browse through my X-Files, who be next now\n[00:36.72] Man's down, hands down\n[00:38.59] Foreground by your side when it go down, I dedicate this next dart\n[00:41.25] To my fucking heart\n[00:43.61] Little Meth he the best part, now walk with that one, word\n[00:47.73] Time Time 4 Sum Aksion\n[00:49.51] Dreamin bout Toni Braxton, blowin her back out like Bob Baglin\n[00:53.37] I'm throwin wrestling holds\n[00:54.99] Tag team with Funk Doc, we in funk mode, take yo' best shot\n[00:58.39] If it don't hip it don't hop\n[01:00.39] If it don't quit it don't stop, that's the life\n[01:03.32] I be the super-lyrical individual I be splittin through\n[01:06.13] That Teflon material to knock Big Ben off of schedule\n[01:08.98] Better move with a set of tools\n[01:11.25] I be doin it to mics when I'm a, heterosexual\n[01:13.94] I load the mic then cock, drop it like three-quarters\n[01:17.10] When I slaughter don't get caught in the water\n[01:19.29] Cause the Brick's got it's own World Order\n[01:21.42] Leave your bitch in shock like the third rail caught her\n[01:23.88] Styles stay deeper than orca, I float the seven seas with ease\n[01:27.05] Did more drugs than pharmacies\n[01:29.12] So call me that lyrical Genovese, you can't compare\n[01:32.01] Get you steppin like stairs, frats, sororities\n[01:35.02] Don't make me bring it on back I fuck up the majority\n[01:37.59] Of niggaz lookin hard at me, I Port em like Authority\n[01:40.47] And when my nigga Meth shine\n[01:42.35] Out the inner How High mobile rollin three dimes at a time\n[01:45.24] (Erick Sermon) Redman and Method Man still...\n[01:46.91] (Hiiiigh hiiiiiiiiigh)\n[01:50.25] It's that Jersey representer\n[01:51.70] Get hit from the bottom to your head when you enter\n[01:54.98] Word...\n[01:56.96] Just do what ya feel and I'ma follow (3X)\n[02:04.38] Funk Doc break it down\n[02:05.74] Verse Two: Redman, Method Man\n[02:06.28] Yo, suck my dick out of animosity\n[02:07.82] The velocity will fly that head and freeze your camps like pottery\n[02:11.45] To give lobotomies to all you rap colonies\n[02:14.06] And shunt your million dollar investment, to economy\n[02:16.91] Impossibly might be the one in black leather\n[02:19.25] Name tag sayin 'caution when wet by the track wetter'\n[02:21.95] The hash spreader, I love the grimy shit\n[02:24.83] Even my girl did grimy shit to me and I went back with her\n[02:27.58] Three years for carrying a loaded handgun\n[02:30.14] But it's forever when a nigga 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shot\n  start_ms: 54990\n  end_ms: 58390\n- text: If it don't hip it don't hop\n  start_ms: 58390\n  end_ms: 60390\n- text: If it don't quit it don't stop, that's the life\n  start_ms: 60390\n  end_ms: 63320\n- text: I be the super-lyrical individual I be splittin through\n  start_ms: 63320\n  end_ms: 66130\n- text: that Teflon material to knock Big Ben off of schedule\n  start_ms: 66130\n  end_ms: 68980\n- text: Better move with a set of tools\n  start_ms: 68980\n  end_ms: 71250\n- text: I be doin it to mics when I'm a, heterosexual\n  start_ms: 71250\n  end_ms: 73940\n- text: I load the mic then cock, drop it like three-quarters\n  start_ms: 73940\n  end_ms: 77100\n- text: when I slaughter don't get caught in the water\n  start_ms: 77100\n  end_ms: 79290\n- text: Cause the Brick's got it's own World Order\n  start_ms: 79290\n  end_ms: 81420\n- text: Leave your bitch in shock like the third rail caught her\n  start_ms: 81420\n  end_ms: 83880\n- text: Styles stay deeper than orca, I 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when you enter\n  start_ms: 111700\n  end_ms: 114980\n- text: Word...\n  start_ms: 114980\n  end_ms: 116960\n- text: Just do what ya feel and I'ma follow (3X)\n  start_ms: 116960\n  end_ms: 124380\n- text: Funk Doc break it down\n  start_ms: 124380\n  end_ms: 125740\n- text: 'Verse Two: Redman, Method Man'\n  start_ms: 125740\n  end_ms: 126280\n- text: Yo, suck my dick out of animosity\n  start_ms: 126280\n  end_ms: 127820\n- text: The velocity will fly that head and freeze your camps like pottery\n  start_ms: 127820\n  end_ms: 131450\n- text: to give lobotomies to all you rap colonies\n  start_ms: 131450\n  end_ms: 134060\n- text: And shunt your million dollar investment, to economy\n  start_ms: 134060\n  end_ms: 136910\n- text: Impossibly might be the one in black leather\n  start_ms: 136910\n  end_ms: 139250\n- text: Name tag sayin 'caution when wet by the track wetter'\n  start_ms: 139250\n  end_ms: 141950\n- text: The hash spreader, I love the grimy shit\n  start_ms: 141950\n  end_ms: 144830\n- text: Even my girl did grimy shit to me and I went back with her\n  start_ms: 144830\n  end_ms: 147580\n- text: Three years for carrying a loaded handgun\n  start_ms: 147580\n  end_ms: 150140\n- text: But it's forever when a nigga (chik-chik BLAAAOW) and he lands one\n  start_ms: 150140\n  end_ms: 152590\n- text: to your cranium\n  start_ms: 152590\n  end_ms: 153920\n- text: That red dot on your forehead it's not cause you Arabian\n  start_ms: 153920\n  end_ms: 156640\n- text: (Yo watch you say to him!)\n  start_ms: 156640\n  end_ms: 158180\n- text: You caught up in a tight situation\n  start_ms: 158180\n  end_ms: 159850\n- text: I should start erasin your whole organization for makin\n  start_ms: 159850\n  end_ms: 162930\n- text: wack tunes while my whole platoon rock the basement\n  start_ms: 162930\n  end_ms: 165030\n- text: You couldn't come close if I gave you my bookin agent\n  start_ms: 165030\n  end_ms: 167980\n- text: Or producer, royalty points twelve shot loaded Luger\n  start_ms: 167980\n  end_ms: 170950\n- text: Even a crowd to get you souped up, you're still wack\n  start_ms: 170950\n  end_ms: 174050\n- text: I peel caps, on the regular\n  start_ms: 174050\n  end_ms: 175770\n- text: Destroy MC's et cetera, creep like The Predator\n  start_ms: 175770\n  end_ms: 178720\n- text: Fuck you, your label moms and your editor\n  start_ms: 178720\n  end_ms: 181010\n- text: Give you two to the jugular, blood be spreadin\n  start_ms: 181010\n  end_ms: 183610\n- text: all on my shirt, the king of the flirt shittin\n  start_ms: 183610\n  end_ms: 186640\n- text: Bitches hit me off more than New Edition\n  start_ms: 186640\n  end_ms: 188860\n- text: (tweet-tweet-tweet-tweet, tweet-tweet-tweet-tweet)\n  start_ms: 188860\n  end_ms: 191920\n- text: I make them pigs heart skip a beat from the steel physique\n  start_ms: 191920\n  end_ms: 194420\n- text: So Iron Lung (born to wonder)\n  start_ms: 194420\n  end_ms: 197430\n- text: Get on the mic and break em off a sumthin sumthin\n  start_ms: 197430\n  end_ms: 199810\n- text: We moonshine and grow crops\n  start_ms: 199810\n  end_ms: 201570\n- text: Purchasin the handhelds with the sure shots, it got me spittin\n  start_ms: 201570\n  end_ms: 205120\n- text: these slugs at my competition, in rap sessions\n  start_ms: 205120\n  end_ms: 207630\n- text: U-A-P ain't got no weapon, you lip professin\n  start_ms: 207630\n  end_ms: 210330\n- text: Next in, line, parental discretion advised\n  start_ms: 210330\n  end_ms: 213180\n- text: these explicit, street linguistics\n  start_ms: 213180\n  end_ms: 215150\n- text: Better than yo' momma biscuits, we bomb shellin\n  start_ms: 215150\n  end_ms: 217890\n- text: I might know but ain't tellin, too bad you missed it\n  start_ms: 217890\n  end_ms: 220740\n- text: Johnny, Dangerously Blaze another enemy made another due paid\n  start_ms: 220740\n  end_ms: 224890\n- text: Color-safe bleach so I don't fade\n  start_ms: 224890\n  end_ms: 227270\n- text: Scar your mental with my double edged blade, razor sharp\n  start_ms: 227270\n  end_ms: 230780\n- text: get yo' bandaids hold that\n  start_ms: 230780\n  end_ms: 232680\n- text: Like E said, Get the Bozack, show them wack niggaz where the do's at\n  start_ms: 232680\n  end_ms: 236200\n- text: On the case like I'm Kojak\n  start_ms: 236200\n  end_ms: 238430\n- text: Kissin the grits on that Flo bitch, flip scripts take LOOONG shits\n  start_ms: 238430\n  end_ms: 242270\n- text: Raider Ruckus\n  start_ms: 242270\n  end_ms: 244060\n- text: One, I come with premeditated redrum\n  start_ms: 244060\n  end_ms: 246860\n- text: Gingivitis to your filthy ass gums\n  start_ms: 246860\n  end_ms: 249310\n- text: Bottom line either get down or get done\n  start_ms: 249310\n  end_ms: 251640\n- text: Motherfucker.\n  start_ms: 251640\n  end_ms: 254020\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 254020\nplain: |-\n  Intro: Redman\n\n  Hahahahahaaa\n  follow... just do what ya feel and I'ma follow\n  I'ma follow...\n  Just do what ya feel and we gon follow\n  Just do what ya feel and I'ma follow (2X)\n  Haha, Meth-Tical\n\n  Verse One: Method Man, Redman\n\n  Who wanna flip with the acrobatic\n  From ground zero all the way to attic, what we be smokin, Tical\n  The resevoir is now open\n  I swim the English Channel backstrokin, you don't know me or my style\n  We hold court and blow trial\n  You catch 'cal when you browse through my X-Files, who be next now\n  Man's down, hands down\n  Foreground by your side when it go down, I dedicate this next dart\n  to my fucking heart\n  Little Meth he the best part, now walk with that one, word\n  Time Time 4 Sum Aksion\n  Dreamin bout Toni Braxton, blowin her back out like Bob Baglin\n  I'm throwin wrestling holds\n  Tag team with Funk Doc, we in funk mode, take yo' best shot\n  If it don't hip it don't hop\n\n  If it don't quit it don't stop, that's the life\n\n  I be the super-lyrical individual I be splittin through\n  that Teflon material to knock Big Ben off of schedule\n  Better move with a set of tools\n  I be doin it to mics when I'm a, heterosexual\n  I load the mic then cock, drop it like three-quarters\n  when I slaughter don't get caught in the water\n  Cause the Brick's got it's own World Order\n  Leave your bitch in shock like the third rail caught her\n  Styles stay deeper than orca, I float the seven seas with ease\n  Did more drugs than pharmacies\n  So call me that lyrical Genovese, you can't compare\n  Get you steppin like stairs, frats, sororities\n  Don't make me bring it on back I fuck up the majority\n  of niggaz lookin hard at me, I Port em like Authority\n  And when my nigga Meth shine\n  out the inner How High mobile rollin three dimes at a time\n\n  (Erick Sermon) Redman and Method Man still...\n  (hiiiigh hiiiiiiiiigh)\n  It's that Jersey representer\n  Get hit from the bottom to your head when you enter\n  Word...\n\n  Just do what ya feel and I'ma follow (3X)\n  Funk Doc break it down\n\n  Verse Two: Redman, Method Man\n\n  Yo, suck my dick out of animosity\n  The velocity will fly that head and freeze your camps like pottery\n  to give lobotomies to all you rap colonies\n  And shunt your million dollar investment, to economy\n  Impossibly might be the one in black leather\n  Name tag sayin 'caution when wet by the track wetter'\n  The hash spreader, I love the grimy shit\n  Even my girl did grimy shit to me and I went back with her\n  Three years for carrying a loaded handgun\n  But it's forever when a nigga (chik-chik BLAAAOW) and he lands one\n  to your cranium\n  That red dot on your forehead it's not cause you Arabian\n  (Yo watch you say to him!)\n  You caught up in a tight situation\n  I should start erasin your whole organization for makin\n  wack tunes while my whole platoon rock the basement\n  You couldn't come close if I gave you my bookin agent\n  Or producer, royalty points twelve shot loaded Luger\n  Even a crowd to get you souped up, you're still wack\n  I peel caps, on the regular\n  Destroy MC's et cetera, creep like The Predator\n  Fuck you, your label moms and your editor\n  Give you two to the jugular, blood be spreadin\n  all on my shirt, the king of the flirt shittin\n  Bitches hit me off more than New Edition\n  (tweet-tweet-tweet-tweet, tweet-tweet-tweet-tweet)\n  I make them pigs heart skip a beat from the steel physique\n  So Iron Lung (born to wonder)\n  Get on the mic and break em off a sumthin sumthin\n\n  We moonshine and grow crops\n  Purchasin the handhelds with the sure shots, it got me spittin\n  these slugs at my competition, in rap sessions\n  U-A-P ain't got no weapon, you lip professin\n  Next in, line, parental discretion advised\n  these explicit, street linguistics\n  Better than yo' momma biscuits, we bomb shellin\n  I might know but ain't tellin, too bad you missed it\n  Johnny, Dangerously Blaze another enemy made another due paid\n  Color-safe bleach so I don't fade\n  Scar your mental with my double edged blade, razor sharp\n  get yo' bandaids hold that\n  Like E said, Get the Bozack, show them wack niggaz where the do's at\n  On the case like I'm Kojak\n  Kissin the grits on that Flo bitch, flip scripts take LOOONG shits\n  Raider Ruckus\n  One, I come with premeditated redrum\n  Gingivitis to your filthy ass gums\n  Bottom line either get down or get done\n  Motherfucker.\n"},{"id":10678773,"name":"Do What Ya Feel","trackName":"Do What Ya Feel","artistName":"Redman & Method Man","albumName":"Muddy Waters","duration":255.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Intro: Redman\n\nHahahahahaaa\nfollow... just do what ya feel and I'ma follow\nI'ma follow...\nJust do what ya feel and we gon follow\nJust do what ya feel and I'ma follow (2X)\nHaha, Meth-Tical\n\nVerse One: Method Man, Redman\n\nWho wanna flip with the acrobatic\nFrom ground zero all the way to attic, what we be smokin, Tical\nThe resevoir is now open\nI swim the English Channel backstrokin, you don't know me or my style\nWe hold court and blow trial\nYou catch 'cal when you browse through my X-Files, who be next now\nMan's down, hands down\nForeground by your side when it go down, I dedicate this next dart\nto my fucking heart\nLittle Meth he the best part, now walk with that one, word\nTime Time 4 Sum Aksion\nDreamin bout Toni Braxton, blowin her back out like Bob Baglin\nI'm throwin wrestling holds\nTag team with Funk Doc, we in funk mode, take yo' best shot\nIf it don't hip it don't hop\n\nIf it don't quit it don't stop, that's the life\n\nI be the super-lyrical individual I be splittin through\nthat Teflon material to knock Big Ben off of schedule\nBetter move with a set of tools\nI be doin it to mics when I'm a, heterosexual\nI load the mic then cock, drop it like three-quarters\nwhen I slaughter don't get caught in the water\nCause the Brick's got it's own World Order\nLeave your bitch in shock like the third rail caught her\nStyles stay deeper than orca, I float the seven seas with ease\nDid more drugs than pharmacies\nSo call me that lyrical Genovese, you can't compare\nGet you steppin like stairs, frats, sororities\nDon't make me bring it on back I fuck up the majority\nof niggaz lookin hard at me, I Port em like Authority\nAnd when my nigga Meth shine\nout the inner How High mobile rollin three dimes at a time\n\n(Erick Sermon) Redman and Method Man still...\n(hiiiigh hiiiiiiiiigh)\nIt's that Jersey representer\nGet hit from the bottom to your head when you enter\nWord...\n\nJust do what ya feel and I'ma follow (3X)\nFunk Doc break it down\n\nVerse Two: Redman, Method Man\n\nYo, suck my dick out of animosity\nThe velocity will fly that head and freeze your camps like pottery\nto give lobotomies to all you rap colonies\nAnd shunt your million dollar investment, to economy\nImpossibly might be the one in black leather\nName tag sayin 'caution when wet by the track wetter'\nThe hash spreader, I love the grimy shit\nEven my girl did grimy shit to me and I went back with her\nThree years for carrying a loaded handgun\nBut it's forever when a nigga (chik-chik BLAAAOW) and he lands one\nto your cranium\nThat red dot on your forehead it's not cause you Arabian\n(Yo watch you say to him!)\nYou caught up in a tight situation\nI should start erasin your whole organization for makin\nwack tunes while my whole platoon rock the basement\nYou couldn't come close if I gave you my bookin agent\nOr producer, royalty points twelve shot loaded Luger\nEven a crowd to get you souped up, you're still wack\nI peel caps, on the regular\nDestroy MC's et cetera, creep like The Predator\nFuck you, your label moms and your editor\nGive you two to the jugular, blood be spreadin\nall on my shirt, the king of the flirt shittin\nBitches hit me off more than New Edition\n(tweet-tweet-tweet-tweet, tweet-tweet-tweet-tweet)\nI make them pigs heart skip a beat from the steel physique\nSo Iron Lung (born to wonder)\nGet on the mic and break em off a sumthin sumthin\n\nWe moonshine and grow crops\nPurchasin the handhelds with the sure shots, it got me spittin\nthese slugs at my competition, in rap sessions\nU-A-P ain't got no weapon, you lip professin\nNext in, line, parental discretion advised\nthese explicit, street linguistics\nBetter than yo' momma biscuits, we bomb shellin\nI might know but ain't tellin, too bad you missed it\nJohnny, Dangerously Blaze another enemy made another due paid\nColor-safe bleach so I don't fade\nScar your mental with my double edged blade, razor sharp\nget yo' bandaids hold that\nLike E said, Get the Bozack, show them wack niggaz where the do's at\nOn the case like I'm Kojak\nKissin the grits on that Flo bitch, flip scripts take LOOONG shits\nRaider Ruckus\nOne, I come with premeditated redrum\nGingivitis to your filthy ass gums\nBottom line either get down or get done\nMotherfucker.","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.98] Intro: Redman\n[00:01.87] Hahahahahaaa\n[00:05.95] follow... just do what ya feel and I'ma follow\n[00:08.80] I'ma follow...\n[00:10.53] Just do what ya feel and we gon follow\n[00:14.37] Just do what ya feel and I'ma follow (2X)\n[00:20.66] Haha, Meth-Tical\n[00:21.55] Verse One: Method Man, Redman\n[00:22.53] Who wanna flip with the acrobatic\n[00:23.05] From ground zero all the way to attic, what we be smokin, Tical\n[00:26.34] The resevoir is now open\n[00:27.90] I swim the English Channel backstrokin, you don't know me or my style\n[00:31.36] We hold court and blow trial\n[00:33.17] You catch 'cal when you browse through my X-Files, who be next now\n[00:36.72] Man's down, hands down\n[00:38.59] Foreground by your side when it go down, I dedicate this next dart\n[00:41.25] to my fucking heart\n[00:43.61] Little Meth he the best part, now walk with that one, word\n[00:47.73] Time Time 4 Sum Aksion\n[00:49.51] Dreamin bout Toni Braxton, blowin her back out like Bob Baglin\n[00:53.37] I'm throwin wrestling holds\n[00:54.99] Tag team with Funk Doc, we in funk mode, take yo' best shot\n[00:58.39] If it don't hip it don't hop\n[01:00.39] If it don't quit it don't stop, that's the life\n[01:03.32] I be the super-lyrical individual I be splittin through\n[01:06.13] that Teflon material to knock Big Ben off of schedule\n[01:08.98] Better move with a set of tools\n[01:11.25] I be doin it to mics when I'm a, heterosexual\n[01:13.94] I load the mic then cock, drop it like three-quarters\n[01:17.10] when I slaughter don't get caught in the water\n[01:19.29] Cause the Brick's got it's own World Order\n[01:21.42] Leave your bitch in shock like the third rail caught her\n[01:23.88] Styles stay deeper than orca, I float the seven seas with ease\n[01:27.05] Did more drugs than pharmacies\n[01:29.12] So call me that lyrical Genovese, you can't compare\n[01:32.01] Get you steppin like stairs, frats, sororities\n[01:35.02] Don't make me bring it on back I fuck up the majority\n[01:37.59] of niggaz lookin hard at me, I Port em like Authority\n[01:40.47] And when my nigga Meth shine\n[01:42.35] out the inner How High mobile rollin three dimes at a time\n[01:45.24] (Erick Sermon) Redman and Method Man still...\n[01:46.91] (hiiiigh hiiiiiiiiigh)\n[01:50.25] It's that Jersey representer\n[01:51.70] Get hit from the bottom to your head when you enter\n[01:54.98] Word...\n[01:56.96] Just do what ya feel and I'ma follow (3X)\n[02:04.38] Funk Doc break it down\n[02:05.74] Verse Two: Redman, Method Man\n[02:06.28] Yo, suck my dick out of animosity\n[02:07.82] The velocity will fly that head and freeze your camps like pottery\n[02:11.45] to give lobotomies to all you rap colonies\n[02:14.06] And shunt your million dollar investment, to economy\n[02:16.91] Impossibly might be the one in black leather\n[02:19.25] Name tag sayin 'caution when wet by the track wetter'\n[02:21.95] The hash spreader, I love the grimy shit\n[02:24.83] Even my girl did grimy shit to me and I went back with her\n[02:27.58] Three years for carrying a loaded handgun\n[02:30.14] But it's forever when a nigga (chik-chik BLAAAOW) and he lands one\n[02:32.59] to your cranium\n[02:33.92] That red dot on your forehead it's not cause you Arabian\n[02:36.64] (Yo watch you say to him!)\n[02:38.18] You caught up in a tight situation\n[02:39.85] I should start erasin your whole organization for makin\n[02:42.93] wack tunes while my whole platoon rock the basement\n[02:45.03] You couldn't come close if I gave you my bookin agent\n[02:47.98] Or producer, royalty points twelve shot loaded Luger\n[02:50.95] Even a crowd to get you souped up, you're still wack\n[02:54.05] I peel caps, on the regular\n[02:55.77] Destroy MC's et cetera, creep like The Predator\n[02:58.72] Fuck you, your label moms and your editor\n[03:01.01] Give you two to the jugular, blood be spreadin\n[03:03.61] all on my shirt, the king of the flirt shittin\n[03:06.64] Bitches hit me off more than New Edition\n[03:08.86] (tweet-tweet-tweet-tweet, tweet-tweet-tweet-tweet)\n[03:11.92] I make them pigs heart skip a beat from the steel physique\n[03:14.42] So Iron Lung (born to wonder)\n[03:17.43] Get on the mic and break em off a sumthin sumthin\n[03:19.81] We moonshine and grow crops\n[03:21.57] Purchasin the handhelds with the sure shots, it got me spittin\n[03:25.12] these slugs at my competition, in rap sessions\n[03:27.63] U-A-P ain't got no weapon, you lip professin\n[03:30.33] Next in, line, parental discretion advised\n[03:33.18] these explicit, street linguistics\n[03:35.15] Better than yo' momma biscuits, we bomb shellin\n[03:37.89] I might know but ain't tellin, too bad you missed it\n[03:40.74] Johnny, Dangerously Blaze another enemy made another due paid\n[03:44.89] Color-safe bleach so I don't fade\n[03:47.27] Scar your mental with my double edged blade, razor sharp\n[03:50.78] get yo' bandaids hold that\n[03:52.68] Like E said, Get the Bozack, show them wack niggaz where the do's at\n[03:56.20] On the case like I'm Kojak\n[03:58.43] Kissin the grits on that Flo bitch, flip scripts take 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Redman\n\nWho wanna flip with the acrobatic\nFrom ground zero all the way to attic, what we be smokin, Tical\nThe resevoir is now open\nI swim the English Channel backstrokin, you don't know me or my style\nWe hold court and blow trial\nYou catch 'cal when you browse through my X-Files, who be next now\nMan's down, hands down\nForeground by your side when it go down, I dedicate this next dart\nto my fucking heart\nLittle Meth he the best part, now walk with that one, word\nTime Time 4 Sum Aksion\nDreamin bout Toni Braxton, blowin her back out like Bob Baglin\nI'm throwin wrestling holds\nTag team with Funk Doc, we in funk mode, take yo' best shot\nIf it don't hip it don't hop\n\nIf it don't quit it don't stop, that's the life\n\nI be the super-lyrical individual I be splittin through\nthat Teflon material to knock Big Ben off of schedule\nBetter move with a set of tools\nI be doin it to mics when I'm a, heterosexual\nI load the mic then cock, drop it like three-quarters\nwhen I 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4 Sum Aksion\n[00:49.51] Dreamin bout Toni Braxton, blowin her back out like Bob Baglin\n[00:53.37] I'm throwin wrestling holds\n[00:54.99] Tag team with Funk Doc, we in funk mode, take yo' best shot\n[00:58.39] If it don't hip it don't hop\n[01:00.39] If it don't quit it don't stop, that's the life\n[01:03.32] I be the super-lyrical individual I be splittin through\n[01:06.13] that Teflon material to knock Big Ben off of schedule\n[01:08.98] Better move with a set of tools\n[01:11.25] I be doin it to mics when I'm a, heterosexual\n[01:13.94] I load the mic then cock, drop it like three-quarters\n[01:17.10] when I slaughter don't get caught in the water\n[01:19.29] Cause the Brick's got it's own World Order\n[01:21.42] Leave your bitch in shock like the third rail caught her\n[01:23.88] Styles stay deeper than orca, I float the seven seas with ease\n[01:27.05] Did more drugs than pharmacies\n[01:29.12] So call me that lyrical Genovese, you can't compare\n[01:32.01] Get you steppin like stairs, frats, sororities\n[01:35.02] Don't make me bring it on back I fuck up the majority\n[01:37.59] of niggaz lookin hard at me, I Port em like Authority\n[01:40.47] And when my nigga Meth shine\n[01:42.35] out the inner How High mobile rollin three dimes at a time\n[01:45.24] (Erick Sermon) Redman and Method Man still...\n[01:46.91] (hiiiigh hiiiiiiiiigh)\n[01:50.25] It's that Jersey representer\n[01:51.70] Get hit from the bottom to your head when you enter\n[01:54.98] Word...\n[01:56.96] Just do what ya feel and I'ma follow (3X)\n[02:04.38] Funk Doc break it down\n[02:05.74] Verse Two: Redman, Method Man\n[02:06.28] Yo, suck my dick out of animosity\n[02:07.82] The velocity will fly that head and freeze your camps like pottery\n[02:11.45] to give lobotomies to all you rap colonies\n[02:14.06] And shunt your million dollar investment, to economy\n[02:16.91] Impossibly might be the one in black leather\n[02:19.25] Name tag sayin 'caution when wet by the track wetter'\n[02:21.95] The hash spreader, I love the grimy shit\n[02:24.83] Even my girl did grimy shit to me and I went back with her\n[02:27.58] Three years for carrying a loaded handgun\n[02:30.14] But it's forever when a nigga (chik-chik BLAAAOW) and he lands one\n[02:32.59] to your cranium\n[02:33.92] That red dot on your forehead it's not cause you Arabian\n[02:36.64] (Yo watch you say to him!)\n[02:38.18] You caught up in a tight situation\n[02:39.85] I should start erasin your whole organization for makin\n[02:42.93] wack tunes while my whole platoon rock the basement\n[02:45.03] You couldn't come close if I gave you my bookin agent\n[02:47.98] Or producer, royalty points twelve shot loaded Luger\n[02:50.95] Even a crowd to get you souped up, you're still wack\n[02:54.05] I peel caps, on the regular\n[02:55.77] Destroy MC's et cetera, creep like The Predator\n[02:58.72] Fuck you, your label moms and your editor\n[03:01.01] Give you two to the jugular, blood be spreadin\n[03:03.61] all on my shirt, 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crowd to get you souped up, you're still wack\nI peel caps, on the regular\nDestroy MC's et cetera, creep like The Predator\nFuck you, your label moms and your editor\nGive you two to the jugular, blood be spreadin\nall on my shirt, the king of the flirt shittin\nBitches hit me off more than New Edition\n(tweet-tweet-tweet-tweet, tweet-tweet-tweet-tweet)\nI make them pigs heart skip a beat from the steel physique\nSo Iron Lung (born to wonder)\nGet on the mic and break em off a sumthin sumthin\n\nWe moonshine and grow crops\nPurchasin the handhelds with the sure shots, it got me spittin\nthese slugs at my competition, in rap sessions\nU-A-P ain't got no weapon, you lip professin\nNext in, line, parental discretion advised\nthese explicit, street linguistics\nBetter than yo' momma biscuits, we bomb shellin\nI might know but ain't tellin, too bad you missed it\nJohnny, Dangerously Blaze another enemy made another due paid\nColor-safe bleach so I don't fade\nScar your mental with my 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hip it don't hop\n\nIf it don't quit it don't stop, that's the life\n\nI be the super-lyrical individual I be splittin through\nthat Teflon material to knock Big Ben off of schedule\nBetter move with a set of tools\nI be doin it to mics when I'm a, heterosexual\nI load the mic then cock, drop it like three-quarters\nwhen I slaughter don't get caught in the water\nCause the Brick's got it's own World Order\nLeave your bitch in shock like the third rail caught her\nStyles stay deeper than orca, I float the seven seas with ease\nDid more drugs than pharmacies\nSo call me that lyrical Genovese, you can't compare\nGet you steppin like stairs, frats, sororities\nDon't make me bring it on back I fuck up the majority\nof niggaz lookin hard at me, I Port em like Authority\nAnd when my nigga Meth shine\nout the inner How High mobile rollin three dimes at a time\n\n(Erick Sermon) Redman and Method Man still...\n(hiiiigh hiiiiiiiiigh)\nIt's that Jersey representer\nGet hit from the bottom to your 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Luger\nEven a crowd to get you souped up, you're still wack\nI peel caps, on the regular\nDestroy MC's et cetera, creep like The Predator\nFuck you, your label moms and your editor\nGive you two to the jugular, blood be spreadin\nall on my shirt, the king of the flirt shittin\nBitches hit me off more than New Edition\n(tweet-tweet-tweet-tweet, tweet-tweet-tweet-tweet)\nI make them pigs heart skip a beat from the steel physique\nSo Iron Lung (born to wonder)\nGet on the mic and break em off a sumthin sumthin\n\nWe moonshine and grow crops\nPurchasin the handhelds with the sure shots, it got me spittin\nthese slugs at my competition, in rap sessions\nU-A-P ain't got no weapon, you lip professin\nNext in, line, parental discretion advised\nthese explicit, street linguistics\nBetter than yo' momma biscuits, we bomb shellin\nI might know but ain't tellin, too bad you missed it\nJohnny, Dangerously Blaze another enemy made another due paid\nColor-safe bleach so I don't fade\nScar your mental with my double edged blade, razor sharp\nget yo' bandaids hold that\nLike E said, Get the Bozack, show them wack niggaz where the do's at\nOn the case like I'm Kojak\nKissin the grits on that Flo bitch, flip scripts take LOOONG shits\nRaider Ruckus\nOne, I come with premeditated redrum\nGingivitis to your filthy ass gums\nBottom line either get down or get done\nMotherfucker.","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.98] Intro: Redman\n[00:01.87] Hahahahahaaa\n[00:05.95] follow... just do what ya feel and I'ma follow\n[00:08.80] I'ma follow...\n[00:10.53] Just do what ya feel and we gon follow\n[00:14.37] Just do what ya feel and I'ma follow (2X)\n[00:20.66] Haha, Meth-Tical\n[00:21.55] Verse One: Method Man, Redman\n[00:22.53] Who wanna flip with the acrobatic\n[00:23.05] From ground zero all the way to attic, what we be smokin, Tical\n[00:26.34] The resevoir is now open\n[00:27.90] I swim the English Channel backstrokin, you don't know me or my style\n[00:31.36] We hold court and blow trial\n[00:33.17] You catch 'cal when you browse through my X-Files, who be next now\n[00:36.72] Man's down, hands down\n[00:38.59] Foreground by your side when it go down, I dedicate this next dart\n[00:41.25] to my fucking heart\n[00:43.61] Little Meth he the best part, now walk with that one, word\n[00:47.73] Time Time 4 Sum Aksion\n[00:49.51] Dreamin bout Toni Braxton, blowin her back out like Bob Baglin\n[00:53.37] I'm throwin wrestling holds\n[00:54.99] Tag team with Funk Doc, we in funk mode, take yo' best shot\n[00:58.39] If it don't hip it don't hop\n[01:00.39] If it don't quit it don't stop, that's the life\n[01:03.32] I be the super-lyrical individual I be splittin through\n[01:06.13] that Teflon material to knock Big Ben off of schedule\n[01:08.98] Better move with a set of tools\n[01:11.25] I be doin it to mics when I'm a, heterosexual\n[01:13.94] I load the mic then cock, drop it like three-quarters\n[01:17.10] when I slaughter don't get caught in the water\n[01:19.29] 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and blow trial\n[00:33.17] You catch 'cal when you browse through my X-Files, who be next now\n[00:36.72] Man's down, hands down\n[00:38.59] Foreground by your side when it go down, I dedicate this next dart\n[00:41.25] to my fucking heart\n[00:43.61] Little Meth he the best part, now walk with that one, word\n[00:47.73] Time Time 4 Sum Aksion\n[00:49.51] Dreamin bout Toni Braxton, blowin her back out like Bob Baglin\n[00:53.37] I'm throwin wrestling holds\n[00:54.99] Tag team with Funk Doc, we in funk mode, take yo' best shot\n[00:58.39] If it don't hip it don't hop\n[01:00.39] If it don't quit it don't stop, that's the life\n[01:03.32] I be the super-lyrical individual I be splittin through\n[01:06.13] that Teflon material to knock Big Ben off of schedule\n[01:08.98] Better move with a set of tools\n[01:11.25] I be doin it to mics when I'm a, heterosexual\n[01:13.94] I load the mic then cock, drop it like three-quarters\n[01:17.10] when I slaughter don't get caught in the 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Haha, Meth-Tical\n\n  Verse One: Method Man, Redman\n\n  Who wanna flip with the acrobatic\n  From ground zero all the way to attic, what we be smokin, Tical\n  The resevoir is now open\n  I swim the English Channel backstrokin, you don't know me or my style\n  We hold court and blow trial\n  You catch 'cal when you browse through my X-Files, who be next now\n  Man's down, hands down\n  Foreground by your side when it go down, I dedicate this next dart\n  to my fucking heart\n  Little Meth he the best part, now walk with that one, word\n  Time Time 4 Sum Aksion\n  Dreamin bout Toni Braxton, blowin her back out like Bob Baglin\n  I'm throwin wrestling holds\n  Tag team with Funk Doc, we in funk mode, take yo' best shot\n  If it don't hip it don't hop\n\n  If it don't quit it don't stop, that's the life\n\n  I be the super-lyrical individual I be splittin through\n  that Teflon material to knock Big Ben off of schedule\n  Better move with a set of tools\n  I be doin it to mics when I'm 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freeze your camps like pottery\n  To give lobotomies to all you rap colonies\n  And shunt your million dollar investment, to economy\n  Impossibly might be the one in black leather\n  Name tag sayin 'caution when wet by the track wetter'\n  The hash spreader, I love the grimy shit\n  Even my girl did grimy shit to me and I went back with her\n  Three years for carrying a loaded handgun\n  But it's forever when a nigga (chik-chik BLAAAOW) and he lands one\n  To your cranium\n  That red dot on your forehead it's not cause you Arabian\n  (Yo watch you say to him!)\n  You caught up in a tight situation\n  I should start erasin your whole organization for makin\n  Wack tunes while my whole platoon rock the basement\n  You couldn't come close if I gave you my bookin agent\n  Or producer, royalty points twelve shot loaded Luger\n  Even a crowd to get you souped up, you're still wack\n  I peel caps, on the regular\n  Destroy MC's et cetera, creep like The Predator\n  Fuck you, your label moms and your editor\n  Give you two to the jugular, blood be spreadin\n  All on my shirt, the king of the flirt shittin\n  Bitches hit me off more than New Edition\n  (Tweet-tweet-tweet-tweet, tweet-tweet-tweet-tweet)\n  I make them pigs heart skip a beat from the steel physique\n  So Iron Lung (born to wonder)\n  Get on the mic and break em off a sumthin sumthin\n\n  We moonshine and grow crops\n  Purchasin the handhelds with the sure shots, it got me spittin\n  These slugs at my competition, in rap sessions\n  U-A-P ain't got no weapon, you lip professin\n  Next in, line, parental discretion advised\n  These explicit, street linguistics\n  Better than yo' momma biscuits, we bomb shellin\n  I might know but ain't tellin, too bad you missed it\n  Johnny, Dangerously Blaze another enemy made another due paid\n  Color-safe bleach so I don't fade\n  Scar your mental with my double edged blade, razor sharp\n  Get yo' bandaids hold that\n  Like E said, Get the Bozack, show them wack niggaz 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yo' best shot\nIf it don't hip it don't hop\n\nIf it don't quit it don't stop, that's the life\n\nI be the super-lyrical individual I be splittin through\nthat Teflon material to knock Big Ben off of schedule\nBetter move with a set of tools\nI be doin it to mics when I'm a, heterosexual\nI load the mic then cock, drop it like three-quarters\nwhen I slaughter don't get caught in the water\nCause the Brick's got it's own World Order\nLeave your bitch in shock like the third rail caught her\nStyles stay deeper than orca, I float the seven seas with ease\nDid more drugs than pharmacies\nSo call me that lyrical Genovese, you can't compare\nGet you steppin like stairs, frats, sororities\nDon't make me bring it on back I fuck up the majority\nof niggaz lookin hard at me, I Port em like Authority\nAnd when my nigga Meth shine\nout the inner How High mobile rollin three dimes at a time\n\n(Erick Sermon) Redman and Method Man still...\n(hiiiigh hiiiiiiiiigh)\nIt's that Jersey representer\nGet 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royalty points twelve shot loaded Luger\nEven a crowd to get you souped up, you're still wack\nI peel caps, on the regular\nDestroy MC's et cetera, creep like The Predator\nFuck you, your label moms and your editor\nGive you two to the jugular, blood be spreadin\nall on my shirt, the king of the flirt shittin\nBitches hit me off more than New Edition\n(tweet-tweet-tweet-tweet, tweet-tweet-tweet-tweet)\nI make them pigs heart skip a beat from the steel physique\nSo Iron Lung (born to wonder)\nGet on the mic and break em off a sumthin sumthin\n\nWe moonshine and grow crops\nPurchasin the handhelds with the sure shots, it got me spittin\nthese slugs at my competition, in rap sessions\nU-A-P ain't got no weapon, you lip professin\nNext in, line, parental discretion advised\nthese explicit, street linguistics\nBetter than yo' momma biscuits, we bomb shellin\nI might know but ain't tellin, too bad you missed it\nJohnny, Dangerously Blaze another enemy made another due paid\nColor-safe bleach so I don't fade\nScar your mental with my double edged blade, razor sharp\nget yo' bandaids hold that\nLike E said, Get the Bozack, show them wack niggaz where the do's at\nOn the case like I'm Kojak\nKissin the grits on that Flo bitch, flip scripts take LOOONG shits\nRaider Ruckus\nOne, I come with premeditated redrum\nGingivitis to your filthy ass gums\nBottom line either get down or get done\nMotherfucker.","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.98] Intro: Redman\n[00:01.87] Hahahahahaaa\n[00:05.95] follow... just do what ya feel and I'ma follow\n[00:08.80] I'ma follow...\n[00:10.53] Just do what ya feel and we gon follow\n[00:14.37] Just do what ya feel and I'ma follow (2X)\n[00:20.66] Haha, Meth-Tical\n[00:21.55] Verse One: Method Man, Redman\n[00:22.53] Who wanna flip with the acrobatic\n[00:23.05] From ground zero all the way to attic, what we be smokin, Tical\n[00:26.34] The resevoir is now open\n[00:27.90] I swim the English Channel backstrokin, you don't know me or my style\n[00:31.36] We 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animosity\n[02:07.82] The velocity will fly that head and freeze your camps like pottery\n[02:11.45] to give lobotomies to all you rap colonies\n[02:14.06] And shunt your million dollar investment, to economy\n[02:16.91] Impossibly might be the one in black leather\n[02:19.25] Name tag sayin 'caution when wet by the track wetter'\n[02:21.95] The hash spreader, I love the grimy shit\n[02:24.83] Even my girl did grimy shit to me and I went back with her\n[02:27.58] Three years for carrying a loaded handgun\n[02:30.14] But it's forever when a nigga (chik-chik BLAAAOW) and he lands one\n[02:32.59] to your cranium\n[02:33.92] That red dot on your forehead it's not cause you Arabian\n[02:36.64] (Yo watch you say to him!)\n[02:38.18] You caught up in a tight situation\n[02:39.85] I should start erasin your whole organization for makin\n[02:42.93] wack tunes while my whole platoon rock the basement\n[02:45.03] You couldn't come close if I gave you my bookin agent\n[02:47.98] Or producer, royalty points twelve shot loaded Luger\n[02:50.95] Even a crowd to get you souped up, you're still wack\n[02:54.05] I peel caps, on the regular\n[02:55.77] Destroy MC's et cetera, creep like The Predator\n[02:58.72] Fuck you, your label moms and your editor\n[03:01.01] Give you two to the jugular, blood be spreadin\n[03:03.61] all on my shirt, the king of the flirt shittin\n[03:06.64] Bitches hit me off more than New Edition\n[03:08.86] (tweet-tweet-tweet-tweet, tweet-tweet-tweet-tweet)\n[03:11.92] I make them pigs heart skip a beat from the steel physique\n[03:14.42] So Iron Lung (born to wonder)\n[03:17.43] Get on the mic and break em off a sumthin sumthin\n[03:19.81] We moonshine and grow crops\n[03:21.57] Purchasin the handhelds with the sure shots, it got me spittin\n[03:25.12] these slugs at my competition, in rap sessions\n[03:27.63] U-A-P ain't got no weapon, you lip professin\n[03:30.33] Next in, line, parental discretion advised\n[03:33.18] these explicit, street 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144830\n  end_ms: 147580\n- text: Three years for carrying a loaded handgun\n  start_ms: 147580\n  end_ms: 150140\n- text: But it's forever when a nigga (chik-chik BLAAAOW) and he lands one\n  start_ms: 150140\n  end_ms: 152590\n- text: to your cranium\n  start_ms: 152590\n  end_ms: 153920\n- text: That red dot on your forehead it's not cause you Arabian\n  start_ms: 153920\n  end_ms: 156640\n- text: (Yo watch you say to him!)\n  start_ms: 156640\n  end_ms: 158180\n- text: You caught up in a tight situation\n  start_ms: 158180\n  end_ms: 159850\n- text: I should start erasin your whole organization for makin\n  start_ms: 159850\n  end_ms: 162930\n- text: wack tunes while my whole platoon rock the basement\n  start_ms: 162930\n  end_ms: 165030\n- text: You couldn't come close if I gave you my bookin agent\n  start_ms: 165030\n  end_ms: 167980\n- text: Or producer, royalty points twelve shot loaded Luger\n  start_ms: 167980\n  end_ms: 170950\n- text: Even a crowd to get you souped up, you're still wack\n  start_ms: 170950\n  end_ms: 174050\n- text: I peel caps, on the regular\n  start_ms: 174050\n  end_ms: 175770\n- text: Destroy MC's et cetera, creep like The Predator\n  start_ms: 175770\n  end_ms: 178720\n- text: Fuck you, your label moms and your editor\n  start_ms: 178720\n  end_ms: 181010\n- text: Give you two to the jugular, blood be spreadin\n  start_ms: 181010\n  end_ms: 183610\n- text: all on my shirt, the king of the flirt shittin\n  start_ms: 183610\n  end_ms: 186640\n- text: Bitches hit me off more than New Edition\n  start_ms: 186640\n  end_ms: 188860\n- text: (tweet-tweet-tweet-tweet, tweet-tweet-tweet-tweet)\n  start_ms: 188860\n  end_ms: 191920\n- text: I make them pigs heart skip a beat from the steel physique\n  start_ms: 191920\n  end_ms: 194420\n- text: So Iron Lung (born to wonder)\n  start_ms: 194420\n  end_ms: 197430\n- text: Get on the mic and break em off a sumthin sumthin\n  start_ms: 197430\n  end_ms: 199810\n- text: We moonshine and grow crops\n  start_ms: 199810\n  end_ms: 201570\n- text: Purchasin the handhelds with the sure shots, it got me spittin\n  start_ms: 201570\n  end_ms: 205120\n- text: these slugs at my competition, in rap sessions\n  start_ms: 205120\n  end_ms: 207630\n- text: U-A-P ain't got no weapon, you lip professin\n  start_ms: 207630\n  end_ms: 210330\n- text: Next in, line, parental discretion advised\n  start_ms: 210330\n  end_ms: 213180\n- text: these explicit, street linguistics\n  start_ms: 213180\n  end_ms: 215150\n- text: Better than yo' momma biscuits, we bomb shellin\n  start_ms: 215150\n  end_ms: 217890\n- text: I might know but ain't tellin, too bad you missed it\n  start_ms: 217890\n  end_ms: 220740\n- text: Johnny, Dangerously Blaze another enemy made another due paid\n  start_ms: 220740\n  end_ms: 224890\n- text: Color-safe bleach so I don't fade\n  start_ms: 224890\n  end_ms: 227270\n- text: Scar your mental with my double edged blade, razor sharp\n  start_ms: 227270\n  end_ms: 230780\n- text: get yo' bandaids hold that\n  start_ms: 230780\n  end_ms: 232680\n- text: Like E said, Get the Bozack, show them wack niggaz where the do's at\n  start_ms: 232680\n  end_ms: 236200\n- text: On the case like I'm Kojak\n  start_ms: 236200\n  end_ms: 238430\n- text: Kissin the grits on that Flo bitch, flip scripts take LOOONG shits\n  start_ms: 238430\n  end_ms: 242270\n- text: Raider Ruckus\n  start_ms: 242270\n  end_ms: 244060\n- text: One, I come with premeditated redrum\n  start_ms: 244060\n  end_ms: 246860\n- text: Gingivitis to your filthy ass gums\n  start_ms: 246860\n  end_ms: 249310\n- text: Bottom line either get down or get done\n  start_ms: 249310\n  end_ms: 251640\n- text: Motherfucker.\n  start_ms: 251640\n  end_ms: 254020\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 254020\nplain: |-\n  Intro: Redman\n\n  Hahahahahaaa\n  follow... just do what ya feel and I'ma follow\n  I'ma follow...\n  Just do what ya feel and we gon follow\n  Just do what ya feel and I'ma follow (2X)\n  Haha, Meth-Tical\n\n  Verse One: Method Man, Redman\n\n  Who wanna flip with the acrobatic\n  From ground zero all the way to attic, what we be smokin, Tical\n  The resevoir is now open\n  I swim the English Channel backstrokin, you don't know me or my style\n  We hold court and blow trial\n  You catch 'cal when you browse through my X-Files, who be next now\n  Man's down, hands down\n  Foreground by your side when it go down, I dedicate this next dart\n  to my fucking heart\n  Little Meth he the best part, now walk with that one, word\n  Time Time 4 Sum Aksion\n  Dreamin bout Toni Braxton, blowin her back out like Bob Baglin\n  I'm throwin wrestling holds\n  Tag team with Funk Doc, we in funk mode, take yo' best shot\n  If it don't hip it don't hop\n\n  If it don't quit it don't stop, that's the life\n\n  I be the super-lyrical individual I be splittin through\n  that Teflon material to knock Big Ben off of schedule\n  Better move with a set of tools\n  I be doin it to mics when I'm a, heterosexual\n  I load the mic then cock, drop it like three-quarters\n  when I slaughter don't get caught in the water\n  Cause the Brick's got it's own World Order\n  Leave your bitch in shock like the third rail caught her\n  Styles stay deeper than orca, I float the seven seas with ease\n  Did more drugs than pharmacies\n  So call me that lyrical Genovese, you can't compare\n  Get you steppin like stairs, frats, sororities\n  Don't make me bring it on back I fuck up the majority\n  of niggaz lookin hard at me, I Port em like Authority\n  And when my nigga Meth shine\n  out the inner How High mobile rollin three dimes at a time\n\n  (Erick Sermon) Redman and Method Man still...\n  (hiiiigh hiiiiiiiiigh)\n  It's that Jersey representer\n  Get hit from the bottom to your head when you enter\n  Word...\n\n  Just do what ya feel and I'ma follow (3X)\n  Funk Doc break it down\n\n  Verse Two: Redman, Method Man\n\n  Yo, suck my dick out of animosity\n  The velocity will fly that head and freeze your camps like pottery\n  to give lobotomies to all you rap colonies\n  And shunt your million dollar investment, to economy\n  Impossibly might be the one in black leather\n  Name tag sayin 'caution when wet by the track wetter'\n  The hash spreader, I love the grimy shit\n  Even my girl did grimy shit to me and I went back with her\n  Three years for carrying a loaded handgun\n  But it's forever when a nigga (chik-chik BLAAAOW) and he lands one\n  to your cranium\n  That red dot on your forehead it's not cause you Arabian\n  (Yo watch you say to him!)\n  You caught up in a tight situation\n  I should start erasin your whole organization for makin\n  wack tunes while my whole platoon rock the basement\n  You couldn't come close if I gave you my bookin agent\n  Or producer, royalty points twelve shot loaded Luger\n  Even a crowd to get you souped up, you're still wack\n  I peel caps, on the regular\n  Destroy MC's et cetera, creep like The Predator\n  Fuck you, your label moms and your editor\n  Give you two to the jugular, blood be spreadin\n  all on my shirt, the king of the flirt shittin\n  Bitches hit me off more than New Edition\n  (tweet-tweet-tweet-tweet, tweet-tweet-tweet-tweet)\n  I make them pigs heart skip a beat from the steel physique\n  So Iron Lung (born to wonder)\n  Get on the mic and break em off a sumthin sumthin\n\n  We moonshine and grow crops\n  Purchasin the handhelds with the sure shots, it got me spittin\n  these slugs at my competition, in rap sessions\n  U-A-P ain't got no weapon, you lip professin\n  Next in, line, parental discretion advised\n  these explicit, street linguistics\n  Better than yo' momma biscuits, we bomb shellin\n  I might know but ain't tellin, too bad you missed it\n  Johnny, Dangerously Blaze another enemy made another due paid\n  Color-safe bleach so I don't fade\n  Scar your mental with my double edged blade, razor sharp\n  get yo' bandaids hold that\n  Like E said, Get the Bozack, show them wack niggaz where the do's at\n  On the case like I'm Kojak\n  Kissin the grits on that Flo bitch, flip scripts take LOOONG shits\n  Raider Ruckus\n  One, I come with premeditated redrum\n  Gingivitis to your filthy ass gums\n  Bottom line either get down or get done\n  Motherfucker.\n"}]