[{"id":11943446,"name":"Rated \"R\"","trackName":"Rated \"R\"","artistName":"Redman","albumName":"Redman Whut? 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(fuck what you heard, this rated r)\n\nChorus: repeat 4x\n\nI'm rated r, this is a warning --> rakim\nBoy you can't fuck with me! --> ice cube\n\nBack to part two of the segment, the red bend\nMics of all types, pour beer out for my dead friends\nAnd if I didn't know ya, to hell witcha punk\nAnd tell the devil I'll be in town for lunch (heh heh heh heh)\nGot naughty in my nature plus I'm down with o.p.p.\nThe best part about it, I got aids, bitch!\nPsych, I'm only kiddin, only do it to ugly women\nCause the pretty one's puss smell like they went fishin\nI grab my dick with a tight grip, cause I might flip\n(yo red, kick that hype shit on who you had a fight with!)\nI had a fight with chuck, the punk motherfuck\nTried to stab me in the gut, so I dazed him with a uppercut (bing!)\nSnapped the neck on michael myers then I freaked it; cause it was august\nAnd he was talkin this trick or treat shit (trick or treat!)\nJason my man slangs rocks like up the block\n143rd and amsterdam by the smoke shop\nNorman bates work the night shift late\nSince he dresses like his momma, I pimp him and his hoecake\nBust a maneuver freddy kruger, dreamed about\nMe havin him scooped, he woke up with his zooks up\nThat caused me to cut the hands off the man with the chainsaw\nPlus I got his brain pickled in a jar\nSo let's get down with the funk break, cause they tailgate\nMy rap style, so to cut em off I truncate\nAnd rough em up, tough em up, like bust em up\nWith the one-two punch, like servin a customer\nAnd if you hear a man that sounds like me smack him\nThen ask him where the fuck did he get his damn raps from\nI know, from me, the original p-funk\nSee ya next lp chump!\n\nChorus","syncedLyrics":"[00:04.94] Nah nah nah, fuck that!\n[00:06.06] Don't hold me back, the funkadelic devil just snapped\n[00:26.21] With a rap, that's shittin on the story of jack sprat\n[00:28.36] So put your money where your mouth is, watch redman house shit\n[00:31.48] And if it's beef I'll punch you in your mouth kid ('damn!')\n[00:33.56] I got a heart but my heart is made out of nails\n[00:35.55] Word to? jamel?, my heart pumps nails in my blood rails\n[00:38.63] I'm not a warrior or bavarian type of nigga\n[00:40.64] I'm just quick to smoke your family then fuck your sister\n[00:42.70] That's what type of shit I'm on, word is bond\n[00:45.78] Been thinkin about playin that nice guy role?\n[00:46.84] Cause every since I was an infrant I was different\n[00:49.89] Paid no attention to my moms when she ripped it\n[00:52.93] I was a hardheaded mother-eff, but had to step\n[00:55.08] Cause she hit me with a left, then another left\n[00:57.11] That's why my brain is out of order\n[00:59.16] Because it just a quarter to manslaughter your little daughter\n[01:01.15] And do a driveby, fuck that, I walk by and I spray shit\n[01:05.27] Then carve my name in your pavement\n[01:07.22] I was rated 'x' but I flexed\n[01:09.35] I beat up the devil with a shovel so he dropped me a level\n[01:12.43] Ain't that ill? that I could just stand and watch a bloodspill\n[01:14.42] From a known rapper, but now the rapper's no frill\n[01:17.54] Just because I made a record I'm a star, that's bullshit\n[01:19.60] What's the flavor? tim? (fuck what you heard, this rated r)\n[01:21.60] Chorus: repeat 4x\n[01:24.71] I'm rated r, this is a warning --> rakim\n[01:28.82] Boy you can't fuck with me! --> ice cube\n[01:29.83] Back to part two of the segment, the red bend\n[01:43.99] Mics of all types, pour beer out for my dead friends\n[01:46.08] And if I didn't know ya, to hell witcha punk\n[01:48.07] And tell the devil I'll be in town for lunch (heh heh heh heh)\n[01:50.15] Got naughty in my nature plus I'm down with o.p.p.\n[01:53.20] The best part about it, I got aids, bitch!\n[01:56.23] Psych, I'm only kiddin, only do it to ugly women\n[01:59.34] Cause the pretty one's puss smell like they went fishin\n[02:01.36] I grab my dick with a tight grip, cause I might flip\n[02:04.39] (yo red, kick that hype shit on who you had a fight with!)\n[02:06.48] I had a fight with chuck, the punk motherfuck\n[02:08.40] Tried to stab me in the gut, so I dazed him with a uppercut (bing!)\n[02:09.59] Snapped the neck on michael myers then I freaked it; cause it was august\n[02:13.56] And he was talkin this trick or treat shit (trick or treat!)\n[02:15.65] Jason my man slangs rocks like up the block\n[02:18.79] 143rd and amsterdam by the smoke shop\n[02:21.79] Norman bates work the night shift late\n[02:23.73] Since he dresses like his momma, I pimp him and his hoecake\n[02:25.80] Bust a maneuver freddy kruger, dreamed about\n[02:27.86] Me havin him scooped, he woke up with his zooks up\n[02:30.99] That caused me to cut the hands off the man with the chainsaw\n[02:34.07] Plus I got his brain pickled in a jar\n[02:37.09] So let's get down with the funk break, cause they tailgate\n[02:38.14] My rap style, so to cut em off I truncate\n[02:40.11] And rough em up, tough em up, like bust em up\n[02:41.11] With the one-two punch, like servin a customer\n[02:48.29] And if you hear a man that sounds like me smack him\n[02:49.31] Then ask him where the fuck did he get his damn raps from\n[02:51.32] I know, from me, the original p-funk\n[02:53.20] See ya next lp chump!\n[02:55.33] Chorus\n[02:55.45] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Rated \"R\"\n  artist: Redman\n  album: Redman Whut? 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(fuck what you heard, this rated r)\n\n  Chorus: repeat 4x\n\n  I'm rated r, this is a warning --> rakim\n  Boy you can't fuck with me! --> ice cube\n\n  Back to part two of the segment, the red bend\n  Mics of all types, pour beer out for my dead friends\n  And if I didn't know ya, to hell witcha punk\n  And tell the devil I'll be in town for lunch (heh heh heh heh)\n  Got naughty in my nature plus I'm down with o.p.p.\n  The best part about it, I got aids, bitch!\n  Psych, I'm only kiddin, only do it to ugly women\n  Cause the pretty one's puss smell like they went fishin\n  I grab my dick with a tight grip, cause I might flip\n  (yo red, kick that hype shit on who you had a fight with!)\n  I had a fight with chuck, the punk motherfuck\n  Tried to stab me in the gut, so I dazed him with a uppercut (bing!)\n  Snapped the neck on michael myers then I freaked it; cause it was august\n  And he was talkin this trick or treat shit (trick or treat!)\n  Jason my man slangs rocks like up the block\n  143rd and amsterdam by the smoke shop\n  Norman bates work the night shift late\n  Since he dresses like his momma, I pimp him and his hoecake\n  Bust a maneuver freddy kruger, dreamed about\n  Me havin him scooped, he woke up with his zooks up\n  That caused me to cut the hands off the man with the chainsaw\n  Plus I got his brain pickled in a jar\n  So let's get down with the funk break, cause they tailgate\n  My rap style, so to cut em off I truncate\n  And rough em up, tough em up, like bust em up\n  With the one-two punch, like servin a customer\n  And if you hear a man that sounds like me smack him\n  Then ask him where the fuck did he get his damn raps from\n  I know, from me, the original p-funk\n  See ya next lp chump!\n\n  Chorus\n"},{"id":17623981,"name":"Rated R","trackName":"Rated R","artistName":"Redman","albumName":"Future Thugz, Part 1 (Hosted by DJ Diggz & DJ Rated R)","duration":200.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Nah nah nah, fuck that!\nDon't hold me back, the funkadelic devil just snapped\nWith a rap, that's shittin on the story of jack sprat\nSo put your money where your mouth is, watch redman house shit\nAnd if it's beef I'll punch you in your mouth kid ('damn!')\nI got a heart but my heart is made out of nails\nWord to? jamel?, my heart pumps nails in my blood rails\nI'm not a warrior or bavarian type of nigga\nI'm just quick to smoke your family then fuck your sister\nThat's what type of shit I'm on, word is bond\nBeen thinkin about playin that nice guy role?\nCause every since I was an infrant I was different\nPaid no attention to my moms when she ripped it\nI was a hardheaded mother-eff, but had to step\nCause she hit me with a left, then another left\nThat's why my brain is out of order\nBecause it just a quarter to manslaughter your little daughter\nAnd do a driveby, fuck that, I walk by and I spray shit\nThen carve my name in your pavement\nI was rated 'x' but I flexed\nI beat up the devil with a shovel so he dropped me a level\nAin't that ill? that I could just stand and watch a bloodspill\nFrom a known rapper, but now the rapper's no frill\nJust because I made a record I'm a star, that's bullshit\nWhat's the flavor? tim? (fuck what you heard, this rated r)\n\nChorus: repeat 4x\n\nI'm rated r, this is a warning --> rakim\nBoy you can't fuck with me! --> ice cube\n\nBack to part two of the segment, the red bend\nMics of all types, pour beer out for my dead friends\nAnd if I didn't know ya, to hell witcha punk\nAnd tell the devil I'll be in town for lunch (heh heh heh heh)\nGot naughty in my nature plus I'm down with o.p.p.\nThe best part about it, I got aids, bitch!\nPsych, I'm only kiddin, only do it to ugly women\nCause the pretty one's puss smell like they went fishin\nI grab my dick with a tight grip, cause I might flip\n(yo red, kick that hype shit on who you had a fight with!)\nI had a fight with chuck, the punk motherfuck\nTried to stab me in the gut, so I dazed him with a uppercut (bing!)\nSnapped the neck on michael myers then I freaked it; cause it was august\nAnd he was talkin this trick or treat shit (trick or treat!)\nJason my man slangs rocks like up the block\n143rd and amsterdam by the smoke shop\nNorman bates work the night shift late\nSince he dresses like his momma, I pimp him and his hoecake\nBust a maneuver freddy kruger, dreamed about\nMe havin him scooped, he woke up with his zooks up\nThat caused me to cut the hands off the man with the chainsaw\nPlus I got his brain pickled in a jar\nSo let's get down with the funk break, cause they tailgate\nMy rap style, so to cut em off I truncate\nAnd rough em up, tough em up, like bust em up\nWith the one-two punch, like servin a customer\nAnd if you hear a man that sounds like me smack him\nThen ask him where the fuck did he get his damn raps from\nI know, from me, the original p-funk\nSee ya next lp chump!\n\nChorus","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Rated R\n  artist: Redman\n  album: Future Thugz, Part 1 (Hosted by DJ Diggz & DJ Rated R)\n  duration_ms: 200000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Nah nah nah, fuck that!\n  Don't hold me back, the funkadelic devil just snapped\n  With a rap, that's shittin on the story of jack sprat\n  So put your money where your mouth is, watch redman house shit\n  And if it's beef I'll punch you in your mouth kid ('damn!')\n  I got a heart but my heart is made out of nails\n  Word to? jamel?, my heart pumps nails in my blood rails\n  I'm not a warrior or bavarian type of nigga\n  I'm just quick to smoke your family then fuck your sister\n  That's what type of shit I'm on, word is bond\n  Been thinkin about playin that nice guy role?\n  Cause every since I was an infrant I was different\n  Paid no attention to my moms when she ripped it\n  I was a hardheaded mother-eff, but had to step\n  Cause she hit me with a left, then another left\n  That's why my brain is out of order\n  Because it just a quarter to manslaughter your little daughter\n  And do a driveby, fuck that, I walk by and I spray shit\n  Then carve my name in your pavement\n  I was rated 'x' but I flexed\n  I beat up the devil with a shovel so he dropped me a level\n  Ain't that ill? that I could just stand and watch a bloodspill\n  From a known rapper, but now the rapper's no frill\n  Just because I made a record I'm a star, that's bullshit\n  What's the flavor? tim? (fuck what you heard, this rated r)\n\n  Chorus: repeat 4x\n\n  I'm rated r, this is a warning --> rakim\n  Boy you can't fuck with me! --> ice cube\n\n  Back to part two of the segment, the red bend\n  Mics of all types, pour beer out for my dead friends\n  And if I didn't know ya, to hell witcha punk\n  And tell the devil I'll be in town for lunch (heh heh heh heh)\n  Got naughty in my nature plus I'm down with o.p.p.\n  The best part about it, I got aids, bitch!\n  Psych, I'm only kiddin, only do it to ugly women\n  Cause the pretty one's puss smell like they went fishin\n  I grab my dick with a tight grip, cause I might flip\n  (yo red, kick that hype shit on who you had a fight with!)\n  I had a fight with chuck, the punk motherfuck\n  Tried to stab me in the gut, so I dazed him with a uppercut (bing!)\n  Snapped the neck on michael myers then I freaked it; cause it was august\n  And he was talkin this trick or treat shit (trick or treat!)\n  Jason my man slangs rocks like up the block\n  143rd and amsterdam by the smoke shop\n  Norman bates work the night shift late\n  Since he dresses like his momma, I pimp him and his hoecake\n  Bust a maneuver freddy kruger, dreamed about\n  Me havin him scooped, he woke up with his zooks up\n  That caused me to cut the hands off the man with the chainsaw\n  Plus I got his brain pickled in a jar\n  So let's get down with the funk break, cause they tailgate\n  My rap style, so to cut em off I truncate\n  And rough em up, tough em up, like bust em up\n  With the one-two punch, like servin a customer\n  And if you hear a man that sounds like me smack him\n  Then ask him where the fuck did he get his damn raps from\n  I know, from me, the original p-funk\n  See ya next lp chump!\n\n  Chorus\n"},{"id":14571937,"name":"Rated R","trackName":"Rated R","artistName":"Redman","albumName":"Future Thugz Pt. 1 (Hosted By DJ Diggz & DJ Rated R)","duration":199.915102,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Nah nah nah, fuck that!\nDon't hold me back, the funkadelic devil just snapped\nWith a rap, that's shittin on the story of jack sprat\nSo put your money where your mouth is, watch redman house shit\nAnd if it's beef I'll punch you in your mouth kid ('damn!')\nI got a heart but my heart is made out of nails\nWord to? jamel?, my heart pumps nails in my blood rails\nI'm not a warrior or bavarian type of nigga\nI'm just quick to smoke your family then fuck your sister\nThat's what type of shit I'm on, word is bond\nBeen thinkin about playin that nice guy role?\nCause every since I was an infrant I was different\nPaid no attention to my moms when she ripped it\nI was a hardheaded mother-eff, but had to step\nCause she hit me with a left, then another left\nThat's why my brain is out of order\nBecause it just a quarter to manslaughter your little daughter\nAnd do a driveby, fuck that, I walk by and I spray shit\nThen carve my name in your pavement\nI was rated 'x' but I flexed\nI beat up the devil with a shovel so he dropped me a level\nAin't that ill? that I could just stand and watch a bloodspill\nFrom a known rapper, but now the rapper's no frill\nJust because I made a record I'm a star, that's bullshit\nWhat's the flavor? tim? (fuck what you heard, this rated r)\n\nChorus: repeat 4x\n\nI'm rated r, this is a warning --> rakim\nBoy you can't fuck with me! --> ice cube\n\nBack to part two of the segment, the red bend\nMics of all types, pour beer out for my dead friends\nAnd if I didn't know ya, to hell witcha punk\nAnd tell the devil I'll be in town for lunch (heh heh heh heh)\nGot naughty in my nature plus I'm down with o.p.p.\nThe best part about it, I got aids, bitch!\nPsych, I'm only kiddin, only do it to ugly women\nCause the pretty one's puss smell like they went fishin\nI grab my dick with a tight grip, cause I might flip\n(yo red, kick that hype shit on who you had a fight with!)\nI had a fight with chuck, the punk motherfuck\nTried to stab me in the gut, so I dazed him with a uppercut (bing!)\nSnapped the neck on michael myers then I freaked it; cause it was august\nAnd he was talkin this trick or treat shit (trick or treat!)\nJason my man slangs rocks like up the block\n143rd and amsterdam by the smoke shop\nNorman bates work the night shift late\nSince he dresses like his momma, I pimp him and his hoecake\nBust a maneuver freddy kruger, dreamed about\nMe havin him scooped, he woke up with his zooks up\nThat caused me to cut the hands off the man with the chainsaw\nPlus I got his brain pickled in a jar\nSo let's get down with the funk break, cause they tailgate\nMy rap style, so to cut em off I truncate\nAnd rough em up, tough em up, like bust em up\nWith the one-two punch, like servin a customer\nAnd if you hear a man that sounds like me smack him\nThen ask him where the fuck did he get his damn raps from\nI know, from me, the original p-funk\nSee ya next lp chump!\n\nChorus","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Rated R\n  artist: Redman\n  album: Future Thugz Pt. 1 (Hosted By DJ Diggz & DJ Rated R)\n  duration_ms: 199915\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Nah nah nah, fuck that!\n  Don't hold me back, the funkadelic devil just snapped\n  With a rap, that's shittin on the story of jack sprat\n  So put your money where your mouth is, watch redman house shit\n  And if it's beef I'll punch you in your mouth kid ('damn!')\n  I got a heart but my heart is made out of nails\n  Word to? jamel?, my heart pumps nails in my blood rails\n  I'm not a warrior or bavarian type of nigga\n  I'm just quick to smoke your family then fuck your sister\n  That's what type of shit I'm on, word is bond\n  Been thinkin about playin that nice guy role?\n  Cause every since I was an infrant I was different\n  Paid no attention to my moms when she ripped it\n  I was a hardheaded mother-eff, but had to step\n  Cause she hit me with a left, then another left\n  That's why my brain is out of order\n  Because it just a quarter to manslaughter your little daughter\n  And do a driveby, fuck that, I walk by and I spray shit\n  Then carve my name in your pavement\n  I was rated 'x' but I flexed\n  I beat up the devil with a shovel so he dropped me a level\n  Ain't that ill? that I could just stand and watch a bloodspill\n  From a known rapper, but now the rapper's no frill\n  Just because I made a record I'm a star, that's bullshit\n  What's the flavor? tim? 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(fuck what you heard, this rated r)\n[01:21.60] Chorus: repeat 4x\n[01:24.71] I'm rated r, this is a warning --> rakim\n[01:28.82] Boy you can't fuck with me! --> ice cube\n[01:29.83] Back to part two of the segment, the red bend\n[01:43.99] Mics of all types, pour beer out for my dead friends\n[01:46.08] And if I didn't know ya, to hell witcha punk\n[01:48.07] And tell the devil I'll be in town for lunch (heh heh heh heh)\n[01:50.15] Got naughty in my nature plus I'm down with o.p.p.\n[01:53.20] The best part about it, I got aids, bitch!\n[01:56.23] Psych, I'm only kiddin, only do it to ugly women\n[01:59.34] Cause the pretty one's puss smell like they went fishin\n[02:01.36] I grab my dick with a tight grip, cause I might flip\n[02:04.39] (Yo red, kick that hype shit on who you had a fight with!)\n[02:06.48] I had a fight with chuck, the punk motherfuck\n[02:08.40] Tried to stab me in the gut, so I dazed him with a uppercut (bing!)\n[02:09.59] Snapped the neck on michael myers then I freaked it; cause it was august\n[02:13.56] And he was talkin this trick or treat shit (trick or treat!)\n[02:15.65] Jason my man slangs rocks like up the block\n[02:18.79] 143rd and amsterdam by the smoke shop\n[02:21.79] Norman bates work the night shift late\n[02:23.73] Since he dresses like his momma, I pimp him and his hoecake\n[02:25.80] Bust a maneuver freddy kruger, dreamed about\n[02:27.86] Me havin him scooped, he woke up with his zooks up\n[02:30.99] That caused me to cut the hands off the man with the chainsaw\n[02:34.07] Plus I got his brain pickled in a jar\n[02:37.09] So let's get down with the funk break, cause they tailgate\n[02:38.14] My rap style, so to cut em off I truncate\n[02:40.11] And rough em up, tough em up, like bust em up\n[02:41.11] With the one-two punch, like servin a customer\n[02:48.29] And if you hear a man that sounds like me smack him\n[02:49.31] Then ask him where the fuck did he get his damn raps from\n[02:51.32] I know, from me, the original p-funk\n[02:53.20] See ya next lp chump!\n[02:55.33] Chorus\n[02:55.45] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Rated “R”\n  artist: Redman\n  album: Whut? 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(fuck what you heard, this rated r)\n[01:21.60] Chorus: repeat 4x\n[01:24.71] I'm rated r, this is a warning --> rakim\n[01:28.82] Boy you can't fuck with me! --> ice cube\n[01:29.83] Back to part two of the segment, the red bend\n[01:43.99] Mics of all types, pour beer out for my dead friends\n[01:46.08] And if I didn't know ya, to hell witcha punk\n[01:48.07] And tell the devil I'll be in town for lunch (heh heh heh heh)\n[01:50.15] Got naughty in my nature plus I'm down with o.p.p.\n[01:53.20] The best part about it, I got aids, bitch!\n[01:56.23] Psych, I'm only kiddin, only do it to ugly women\n[01:59.34] Cause the pretty one's puss smell like they went fishin\n[02:01.36] I grab my dick with a tight grip, cause I might flip\n[02:04.39] (Yo red, kick that hype shit on who you had a fight with!)\n[02:06.48] I had a fight with chuck, the punk motherfuck\n[02:08.40] Tried to stab me in the gut, so I dazed him with a uppercut (bing!)\n[02:09.59] Snapped the neck on michael myers then I freaked it; cause it was august\n[02:13.56] And he was talkin this trick or treat shit (trick or treat!)\n[02:15.65] Jason my man slangs rocks like up the block\n[02:18.79] 143rd and amsterdam by the smoke shop\n[02:21.79] Norman bates work the night shift late\n[02:23.73] Since he dresses like his momma, I pimp him and his hoecake\n[02:25.80] Bust a maneuver freddy kruger, dreamed about\n[02:27.86] Me havin him scooped, he woke up with his zooks up\n[02:30.99] That caused me to cut the hands off the man with the chainsaw\n[02:34.07] Plus I got his brain pickled in a jar\n[02:37.09] So let's get down with the funk break, cause they tailgate\n[02:38.14] My rap style, so to cut em off I truncate\n[02:40.11] And rough em up, tough em up, like bust em up\n[02:41.11] With the one-two punch, like servin a customer\n[02:48.29] And if you hear a man that sounds like me smack him\n[02:49.31] Then ask him where the fuck did he get his damn raps from\n[02:51.32] I know, from me, the original p-funk\n[02:53.20] See ya next lp chump!\n[02:55.33] Chorus\n[02:55.45] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Rated \"R\"\n  artist: Redman\n  album: Whut? 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(fuck what you heard, this rated r)\n[01:21.60] Chorus: repeat 4x\n[01:24.71] I'm rated r, this is a warning --> rakim\n[01:28.82] Boy you can't fuck with me! --> ice cube\n[01:29.83] Back to part two of the segment, the red bend\n[01:43.99] Mics of all types, pour beer out for my dead friends\n[01:46.08] And if I didn't know ya, to hell witcha punk\n[01:48.07] And tell the devil I'll be in town for lunch (heh heh heh heh)\n[01:50.15] Got naughty in my nature plus I'm down with o.p.p.\n[01:53.20] The best part about it, I got aids, bitch!\n[01:56.23] Psych, I'm only kiddin, only do it to ugly women\n[01:59.34] Cause the pretty one's puss smell like they went fishin\n[02:01.36] I grab my dick with a tight grip, cause I might flip\n[02:04.39] (Yo red, kick that hype shit on who you had a fight with!)\n[02:06.48] I had a fight with chuck, the punk motherfuck\n[02:08.40] Tried to stab me in the gut, so I dazed him with a uppercut (bing!)\n[02:09.59] Snapped the neck on michael myers then I freaked it; cause it was august\n[02:13.56] And he was talkin this trick or treat shit (trick or treat!)\n[02:15.65] Jason my man slangs rocks like up the block\n[02:18.79] 143rd and amsterdam by the smoke shop\n[02:21.79] Norman bates work the night shift late\n[02:23.73] Since he dresses like his momma, I pimp him and his hoecake\n[02:25.80] Bust a maneuver freddy kruger, dreamed about\n[02:27.86] Me havin him scooped, he woke up with his zooks up\n[02:30.99] That caused me to cut the hands off the man with the chainsaw\n[02:34.07] Plus I got his brain pickled in a jar\n[02:37.09] So let's get down with the funk break, cause they tailgate\n[02:38.14] My rap style, so to cut em off I truncate\n[02:40.11] And rough em up, tough em up, like bust em up\n[02:41.11] With the one-two punch, like servin a customer\n[02:48.29] And if you hear a man that sounds like me smack him\n[02:49.31] Then ask him where the fuck did he get his damn raps from\n[02:51.32] I know, from me, the original p-funk\n[02:53.20] See ya next lp chump!\n[02:55.33] Chorus\n[02:55.45] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Rated 'R'\n  artist: Redman\n  album: Whut? 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(fuck what you heard, this rated r)\n[01:21.60] Chorus: repeat 4x\n[01:24.71] I'm rated r, this is a warning --> rakim\n[01:28.82] Boy you can't fuck with me! --> ice cube\n[01:29.83] Back to part two of the segment, the red bend\n[01:43.99] Mics of all types, pour beer out for my dead friends\n[01:46.08] And if I didn't know ya, to hell witcha punk\n[01:48.07] And tell the devil I'll be in town for lunch (heh heh heh heh)\n[01:50.15] Got naughty in my nature plus I'm down with o.p.p.\n[01:53.20] The best part about it, I got aids, bitch!\n[01:56.23] Psych, I'm only kiddin, only do it to ugly women\n[01:59.34] Cause the pretty one's puss smell like they went fishin\n[02:01.36] I grab my dick with a tight grip, cause I might flip\n[02:04.39] (yo red, kick that hype shit on who you had a fight with!)\n[02:06.48] I had a fight with chuck, the punk motherfuck\n[02:08.40] Tried to stab me in the gut, so I dazed him with a uppercut (bing!)\n[02:09.59] Snapped the neck on michael myers then I freaked it; cause it was august\n[02:13.56] And he was talkin this trick or treat shit (trick or treat!)\n[02:15.65] Jason my man slangs rocks like up the block\n[02:18.79] 143rd and amsterdam by the smoke shop\n[02:21.79] Norman bates work the night shift late\n[02:23.73] Since he dresses like his momma, I pimp him and his hoecake\n[02:25.80] Bust a maneuver freddy kruger, dreamed about\n[02:27.86] Me havin him scooped, he woke up with his zooks up\n[02:30.99] That caused me to cut the hands off the man with the chainsaw\n[02:34.07] Plus I got his brain pickled in a jar\n[02:37.09] So let's get down with the funk break, cause they tailgate\n[02:38.14] My rap style, so to cut em off I truncate\n[02:40.11] And rough em up, tough em up, like bust em up\n[02:41.11] With the one-two punch, like servin a customer\n[02:48.29] And if you hear a man that sounds like me smack him\n[02:49.31] Then ask him where the fuck did he get his damn raps from\n[02:51.32] I know, from me, the original p-funk\n[02:53.20] See ya next lp chump!\n[02:55.33] Chorus\n[02:55.45] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Rated 'R'\n  artist: Redman\n  album: Whut? 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(fuck what you heard, this rated r)\n\nChorus: repeat 4x\n\nI'm rated r, this is a warning --> rakim\nBoy you can't fuck with me! --> ice cube\n\nBack to part two of the segment, the red bend\nMics of all types, pour beer out for my dead friends\nAnd if I didn't know ya, to hell witcha punk\nAnd tell the devil I'll be in town for lunch (heh heh heh heh)\nGot naughty in my nature plus I'm down with o.p.p.\nThe best part about it, I got aids, bitch!\nPsych, I'm only kiddin, only do it to ugly women\nCause the pretty one's puss smell like they went fishin\nI grab my dick with a tight grip, cause I might flip\n(Yo red, kick that hype shit on who you had a fight with!)\nI had a fight with chuck, the punk motherfuck\nTried to stab me in the gut, so I dazed him with a uppercut (bing!)\nSnapped the neck on michael myers then I freaked it; cause it was august\nAnd he was talkin this trick or treat shit (trick or treat!)\nJason my man slangs rocks like up the block\n143rd and amsterdam by the smoke shop\nNorman bates work the night shift late\nSince he dresses like his momma, I pimp him and his hoecake\nBust a maneuver freddy kruger, dreamed about\nMe havin him scooped, he woke up with his zooks up\nThat caused me to cut the hands off the man with the chainsaw\nPlus I got his brain pickled in a jar\nSo let's get down with the funk break, cause they tailgate\nMy rap style, so to cut em off I truncate\nAnd rough em up, tough em up, like bust em up\nWith the one-two punch, like servin a customer\nAnd if you hear a man that sounds like me smack him\nThen ask him where the fuck did he get his damn raps from\nI know, from me, the original p-funk\nSee ya next lp chump!\n\nChorus","syncedLyrics":"[00:04.94] Nah nah nah, fuck that!\n[00:06.06] Don't hold me back, the funkadelic devil just snapped\n[00:26.21] With a rap, that's shittin on the story of jack sprat\n[00:28.36] So put your money where your mouth is, watch redman house shit\n[00:31.48] And if it's beef I'll punch you in your mouth kid ('damn!')\n[00:33.56] I got a heart but my heart is made out of nails\n[00:35.55] Word to? jamel?, my heart pumps nails in my blood rails\n[00:38.63] I'm not a warrior or bavarian type of nigga\n[00:40.64] I'm just quick to smoke your family then fuck your sister\n[00:42.70] That's what type of shit I'm on, word is bond\n[00:45.78] Been thinkin about playin that nice guy role?\n[00:46.84] Cause every since I was an infrant I was different\n[00:49.89] Paid no attention to my moms when she ripped it\n[00:52.93] I was a hardheaded mother-eff, but had to step\n[00:55.08] Cause she hit me with a left, then another left\n[00:57.11] That's why my brain is out of order\n[00:59.16] Because it just a quarter to manslaughter your little daughter\n[01:01.15] And do a driveby, fuck that, I walk by and I spray shit\n[01:05.27] Then carve my name in your pavement\n[01:07.22] I was rated 'x' but I flexed\n[01:09.35] I beat up the devil with a shovel so he dropped me a level\n[01:12.43] Ain't that ill? that I could just stand and watch a bloodspill\n[01:14.42] From a known rapper, but now the rapper's no frill\n[01:17.54] Just because I made a record I'm a star, that's bullshit\n[01:19.60] What's the flavor? tim? (fuck what you heard, this rated r)\n[01:21.60] Chorus: repeat 4x\n[01:24.71] I'm rated r, this is a warning --> rakim\n[01:28.82] Boy you can't fuck with me! --> ice cube\n[01:29.83] Back to part two of the segment, the red bend\n[01:43.99] Mics of all types, pour beer out for my dead friends\n[01:46.08] And if I didn't know ya, to hell witcha punk\n[01:48.07] And tell the devil I'll be in town for lunch (heh heh heh heh)\n[01:50.15] Got naughty in my nature plus I'm down with o.p.p.\n[01:53.20] The best part about it, I got aids, bitch!\n[01:56.23] Psych, I'm only kiddin, only do it to ugly women\n[01:59.34] Cause the pretty one's puss smell like they went fishin\n[02:01.36] I grab my dick with a tight grip, cause I might flip\n[02:04.39] (Yo red, kick that hype shit on who you had a fight with!)\n[02:06.48] I had a fight with chuck, the punk motherfuck\n[02:08.40] Tried to stab me in the gut, so I dazed him with a uppercut (bing!)\n[02:09.59] Snapped the neck on michael myers then I freaked it; cause it was august\n[02:13.56] And he was talkin this trick or treat shit (trick or treat!)\n[02:15.65] Jason my man slangs rocks like up the block\n[02:18.79] 143rd and amsterdam by the smoke shop\n[02:21.79] Norman bates work the night shift late\n[02:23.73] Since he dresses like his momma, I pimp him and his hoecake\n[02:25.80] Bust a maneuver freddy kruger, dreamed about\n[02:27.86] Me havin him scooped, he woke up with his zooks up\n[02:30.99] That caused me to cut the hands off the man with the chainsaw\n[02:34.07] Plus I got his brain pickled in a jar\n[02:37.09] So let's get down with the funk break, cause they tailgate\n[02:38.14] My rap style, so to cut em off I truncate\n[02:40.11] And rough em up, tough em up, like bust em up\n[02:41.11] With the one-two punch, like servin a customer\n[02:48.29] And if you hear a man that sounds like me smack him\n[02:49.31] Then ask him where the fuck did he get his damn raps from\n[02:51.32] I know, from me, the original p-funk\n[02:53.20] See ya next lp chump!\n[02:55.33] Chorus\n[02:55.45] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Rated “R”\n  artist: Redman\n  album: Tonight’s da Night\n  duration_ms: 199000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Nah nah nah, fuck that!\n  start_ms: 4940\n  end_ms: 6060\n- text: Don't hold me back, the funkadelic devil just snapped\n  start_ms: 6060\n  end_ms: 26210\n- text: With a rap, that's shittin on the story of jack sprat\n  start_ms: 26210\n  end_ms: 28360\n- text: So put your money where your mouth is, watch redman house shit\n  start_ms: 28360\n  end_ms: 31480\n- text: And if it's beef I'll punch you in your mouth kid ('damn!')\n  start_ms: 31480\n  end_ms: 33560\n- text: I got a heart but my heart is made out of nails\n  start_ms: 33560\n  end_ms: 35550\n- text: Word to? jamel?, my heart pumps nails in my blood rails\n  start_ms: 35550\n  end_ms: 38630\n- text: I'm not a warrior or bavarian type of nigga\n  start_ms: 38630\n  end_ms: 40640\n- text: I'm just quick to smoke your family then fuck your sister\n  start_ms: 40640\n  end_ms: 42700\n- text: That's what type of shit I'm on, word is bond\n  start_ms: 42700\n  end_ms: 45780\n- text: Been thinkin about playin that nice guy role?\n  start_ms: 45780\n  end_ms: 46840\n- text: Cause every since I was an infrant I was different\n  start_ms: 46840\n  end_ms: 49890\n- text: Paid no attention to my moms when she ripped it\n  start_ms: 49890\n  end_ms: 52930\n- text: I was a hardheaded mother-eff, but had to step\n  start_ms: 52930\n  end_ms: 55080\n- text: Cause she hit me with a left, then another left\n  start_ms: 55080\n  end_ms: 57110\n- text: That's why my brain is out of order\n  start_ms: 57110\n  end_ms: 59160\n- text: Because it just a quarter to manslaughter your little daughter\n  start_ms: 59160\n  end_ms: 61150\n- text: And do a driveby, fuck that, I walk by and I spray shit\n  start_ms: 61150\n  end_ms: 65270\n- text: Then carve my name in your pavement\n  start_ms: 65270\n  end_ms: 67220\n- text: I was rated 'x' but I flexed\n  start_ms: 67220\n  end_ms: 69350\n- text: I beat up the devil with a shovel so he dropped me a level\n  start_ms: 69350\n  end_ms: 72430\n- text: Ain't that ill? that I could just stand and watch a bloodspill\n  start_ms: 72430\n  end_ms: 74420\n- text: From a known rapper, but now the rapper's no frill\n  start_ms: 74420\n  end_ms: 77540\n- text: Just because I made a record I'm a star, that's bullshit\n  start_ms: 77540\n  end_ms: 79600\n- text: What's the flavor? tim? 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(fuck what you heard, this rated r)\n\n  Chorus: repeat 4x\n\n  I'm rated r, this is a warning --> rakim\n  Boy you can't fuck with me! --> ice cube\n\n  Back to part two of the segment, the red bend\n  Mics of all types, pour beer out for my dead friends\n  And if I didn't know ya, to hell witcha punk\n  And tell the devil I'll be in town for lunch (heh heh heh heh)\n  Got naughty in my nature plus I'm down with o.p.p.\n  The best part about it, I got aids, bitch!\n  Psych, I'm only kiddin, only do it to ugly women\n  Cause the pretty one's puss smell like they went fishin\n  I grab my dick with a tight grip, cause I might flip\n  (Yo red, kick that hype shit on who you had a fight with!)\n  I had a fight with chuck, the punk motherfuck\n  Tried to stab me in the gut, so I dazed him with a uppercut (bing!)\n  Snapped the neck on michael myers then I freaked it; cause it was august\n  And he was talkin this trick or treat shit (trick or treat!)\n  Jason my man slangs rocks like up the block\n  143rd and amsterdam by the smoke shop\n  Norman bates work the night shift late\n  Since he dresses like his momma, I pimp him and his hoecake\n  Bust a maneuver freddy kruger, dreamed about\n  Me havin him scooped, he woke up with his zooks up\n  That caused me to cut the hands off the man with the chainsaw\n  Plus I got his brain pickled in a jar\n  So let's get down with the funk break, cause they tailgate\n  My rap style, so to cut em off I truncate\n  And rough em up, tough em up, like bust em up\n  With the one-two punch, like servin a customer\n  And if you hear a man that sounds like me smack him\n  Then ask him where the fuck did he get his damn raps from\n  I know, from me, the original p-funk\n  See ya next lp chump!\n\n  Chorus\n"},{"id":38186344,"name":"Rated “R”","trackName":"Rated “R”","artistName":"Redman","albumName":"Tonight’s da Night","duration":202.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Nah nah nah, fuck that!\nDon't hold me back, the funkadelic devil just snapped\nWith a rap, that's shittin on the story of jack sprat\nSo put your money where your mouth is, watch redman house shit\nAnd if it's beef I'll punch you in your mouth kid ('damn!')\nI got a heart but my heart is made out of nails\nWord to? jamel?, my heart pumps nails in my blood rails\nI'm not a warrior or bavarian type of nigga\nI'm just quick to smoke your family then fuck your sister\nThat's what type of shit I'm on, word is bond\nBeen thinkin about playin that nice guy role?\nCause every since I was an infrant I was different\nPaid no attention to my moms when she ripped it\nI was a hardheaded mother-eff, but had to step\nCause she hit me with a left, then another left\nThat's why my brain is out of order\nBecause it just a quarter to manslaughter your little daughter\nAnd do a driveby, fuck that, I walk by and I spray shit\nThen carve my name in your pavement\nI was rated 'x' but I flexed\nI beat up the devil with a shovel so he dropped me a level\nAin't that ill? that I could just stand and watch a bloodspill\nFrom a known rapper, but now the rapper's no frill\nJust because I made a record I'm a star, that's bullshit\nWhat's the flavor? tim? (fuck what you heard, this rated r)\n\nChorus: repeat 4x\n\nI'm rated r, this is a warning --> rakim\nBoy you can't fuck with me! --> ice cube\n\nBack to part two of the segment, the red bend\nMics of all types, pour beer out for my dead friends\nAnd if I didn't know ya, to hell witcha punk\nAnd tell the devil I'll be in town for lunch (heh heh heh heh)\nGot naughty in my nature plus I'm down with o.p.p.\nThe best part about it, I got aids, bitch!\nPsych, I'm only kiddin, only do it to ugly women\nCause the pretty one's puss smell like they went fishin\nI grab my dick with a tight grip, cause I might flip\n(Yo red, kick that hype shit on who you had a fight with!)\nI had a fight with chuck, the punk motherfuck\nTried to stab me in the gut, so I dazed him with a uppercut (bing!)\nSnapped the neck on michael myers then I freaked it; cause it was august\nAnd he was talkin this trick or treat shit (trick or treat!)\nJason my man slangs rocks like up the block\n143rd and amsterdam by the smoke shop\nNorman bates work the night shift late\nSince he dresses like his momma, I pimp him and his hoecake\nBust a maneuver freddy kruger, dreamed about\nMe havin him scooped, he woke up with his zooks up\nThat caused me to cut the hands off the man with the chainsaw\nPlus I got his brain pickled in a jar\nSo let's get down with the funk break, cause they tailgate\nMy rap style, so to cut em off I truncate\nAnd rough em up, tough em up, like bust em up\nWith the one-two punch, like servin a customer\nAnd if you hear a man that sounds like me smack him\nThen ask him where the fuck did he get his damn raps from\nI know, from me, the original p-funk\nSee ya next lp chump!\n\nChorus","syncedLyrics":"[00:04.94]Nah nah nah, fuck that!\n[00:06.06]Don't hold me back, the funkadelic devil just snapped\n[00:26.21]With a rap, that's shittin on the story of jack sprat\n[00:28.36]So put your money where your mouth is, watch redman house shit\n[00:31.48]And if it's beef I'll punch you in your mouth kid ('damn!')\n[00:33.56]I got a heart but my heart is made out of nails\n[00:35.55]Word to? jamel?, my heart pumps nails in my blood rails\n[00:38.63]I'm not a warrior or bavarian type of nigga\n[00:40.64]I'm just quick to smoke your family then fuck your sister\n[00:42.70]That's what type of shit I'm on, word is bond\n[00:45.78]Been thinkin about playin that nice guy role?\n[00:46.84]Cause every since I was an infrant I was different\n[00:49.89]Paid no attention to my moms when she ripped it\n[00:52.93]I was a hardheaded mother-eff, but had to step\n[00:55.08]Cause she hit me with a left, then another left\n[00:57.11]That's why my brain is out of order\n[00:59.16]Because it just a quarter to manslaughter your little daughter\n[01:01.15]And do a driveby, fuck that, I walk by and I spray shit\n[01:05.27]Then carve my name in your pavement\n[01:07.22]I was rated 'x' but I flexed\n[01:09.35]I beat up the devil with a shovel so he dropped me a level\n[01:12.43]Ain't that ill? that I could just stand and watch a bloodspill\n[01:14.42]From a known rapper, but now the rapper's no frill\n[01:17.54]Just because I made a record I'm a star, that's bullshit\n[01:19.60]What's the flavor? tim? 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(fuck what you heard, this rated r)\n\n  Chorus: repeat 4x\n\n  I'm rated r, this is a warning --> rakim\n  Boy you can't fuck with me! --> ice cube\n\n  Back to part two of the segment, the red bend\n  Mics of all types, pour beer out for my dead friends\n  And if I didn't know ya, to hell witcha punk\n  And tell the devil I'll be in town for lunch (heh heh heh heh)\n  Got naughty in my nature plus I'm down with o.p.p.\n  The best part about it, I got aids, bitch!\n  Psych, I'm only kiddin, only do it to ugly women\n  Cause the pretty one's puss smell like they went fishin\n  I grab my dick with a tight grip, cause I might flip\n  (Yo red, kick that hype shit on who you had a fight with!)\n  I had a fight with chuck, the punk motherfuck\n  Tried to stab me in the gut, so I dazed him with a uppercut (bing!)\n  Snapped the neck on michael myers then I freaked it; cause it was august\n  And he was talkin this trick or treat shit (trick or treat!)\n  Jason my man slangs rocks like up the block\n  143rd and amsterdam by the smoke shop\n  Norman bates work the night shift late\n  Since he dresses like his momma, I pimp him and his hoecake\n  Bust a maneuver freddy kruger, dreamed about\n  Me havin him scooped, he woke up with his zooks up\n  That caused me to cut the hands off the man with the chainsaw\n  Plus I got his brain pickled in a jar\n  So let's get down with the funk break, cause they tailgate\n  My rap style, so to cut em off I truncate\n  And rough em up, tough em up, like bust em up\n  With the one-two punch, like servin a customer\n  And if you hear a man that sounds like me smack him\n  Then ask him where the fuck did he get his damn raps from\n  I know, from me, the original p-funk\n  See ya next lp chump!\n\n  Chorus\n"},{"id":37944449,"name":"Rated R","trackName":"Rated R","artistName":"Redman","albumName":"Future Thugz Pt. 1","duration":200.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Nah nah nah, fuck that!\nDon't hold me back, the funkadelic devil just snapped\nWith a rap, that's shittin on the story of jack sprat\nSo put your money where your mouth is, watch redman house shit\nAnd if it's beef I'll punch you in your mouth kid ('damn!')\nI got a heart but my heart is made out of nails\nWord to? jamel?, my heart pumps nails in my blood rails\nI'm not a warrior or bavarian type of nigga\nI'm just quick to smoke your family then fuck your sister\nThat's what type of shit I'm on, word is bond\nBeen thinkin about playin that nice guy role?\nCause every since I was an infrant I was different\nPaid no attention to my moms when she ripped it\nI was a hardheaded mother-eff, but had to step\nCause she hit me with a left, then another left\nThat's why my brain is out of order\nBecause it just a quarter to manslaughter your little daughter\nAnd do a driveby, fuck that, I walk by and I spray shit\nThen carve my name in your pavement\nI was rated 'x' but I flexed\nI beat up the devil with a shovel so he dropped me a level\nAin't that ill? that I could just stand and watch a bloodspill\nFrom a known rapper, but now the rapper's no frill\nJust because I made a record I'm a star, that's bullshit\nWhat's the flavor? tim? (fuck what you heard, this rated r)\n\nChorus: repeat 4x\n\nI'm rated r, this is a warning --> rakim\nBoy you can't fuck with me! --> ice cube\n\nBack to part two of the segment, the red bend\nMics of all types, pour beer out for my dead friends\nAnd if I didn't know ya, to hell witcha punk\nAnd tell the devil I'll be in town for lunch (heh heh heh heh)\nGot naughty in my nature plus I'm down with o.p.p.\nThe best part about it, I got aids, bitch!\nPsych, I'm only kiddin, only do it to ugly women\nCause the pretty one's puss smell like they went fishin\nI grab my dick with a tight grip, cause I might flip\n(Yo red, kick that hype shit on who you had a fight with!)\nI had a fight with chuck, the punk motherfuck\nTried to stab me in the gut, so I dazed him with a uppercut (bing!)\nSnapped the neck on michael myers then I freaked it; cause it was august\nAnd he was talkin this trick or treat shit (trick or treat!)\nJason my man slangs rocks like up the block\n143rd and amsterdam by the smoke shop\nNorman bates work the night shift late\nSince he dresses like his momma, I pimp him and his hoecake\nBust a maneuver freddy kruger, dreamed about\nMe havin him scooped, he woke up with his zooks up\nThat caused me to cut the hands off the man with the chainsaw\nPlus I got his brain pickled in a jar\nSo let's get down with the funk break, cause they tailgate\nMy rap style, so to cut em off I truncate\nAnd rough em up, tough em up, like bust em up\nWith the one-two punch, like servin a customer\nAnd if you hear a man that sounds like me smack him\nThen ask him where the fuck did he get his damn raps from\nI know, from me, the original p-funk\nSee ya next lp chump!\n\nChorus","syncedLyrics":"[00:04.94]Nah nah nah, fuck that!\n[00:06.06]Don't hold me back, the funkadelic devil just snapped\n[00:26.21]With a rap, that's shittin on the story of jack sprat\n[00:28.36]So put your money where your mouth is, watch redman house shit\n[00:31.48]And if it's beef I'll punch you in your mouth kid ('damn!')\n[00:33.56]I got a heart but my heart is made out of nails\n[00:35.55]Word to? jamel?, my heart pumps nails in my blood rails\n[00:38.63]I'm not a warrior or bavarian type of nigga\n[00:40.64]I'm just quick to smoke your family then fuck your sister\n[00:42.70]That's what type of shit I'm on, word is bond\n[00:45.78]Been thinkin about playin that nice guy role?\n[00:46.84]Cause every since I was an infrant I was different\n[00:49.89]Paid no attention to my moms when she ripped it\n[00:52.93]I was a hardheaded mother-eff, but had to step\n[00:55.08]Cause she hit me with a left, then another left\n[00:57.11]That's why my brain is out of order\n[00:59.16]Because it just a quarter to manslaughter your little daughter\n[01:01.15]And do a driveby, fuck that, I walk by and I spray shit\n[01:05.27]Then carve my name in your pavement\n[01:07.22]I was rated 'x' but I flexed\n[01:09.35]I beat up the devil with a shovel so he dropped me a level\n[01:12.43]Ain't that ill? that I could just stand and watch a bloodspill\n[01:14.42]From a known rapper, but now the rapper's no frill\n[01:17.54]Just because I made a record I'm a star, that's bullshit\n[01:19.60]What's the flavor? tim? (fuck what you heard, this rated r)\n[01:21.60]Chorus: repeat 4x\n[01:24.71]I'm rated r, this is a warning --> rakim\n[01:28.82]Boy you can't fuck with me! --> ice cube\n[01:29.83]Back to part two of the segment, the red bend\n[01:43.99]Mics of all types, pour beer out for my dead friends\n[01:46.08]And if I didn't know ya, to hell witcha punk\n[01:48.07]And tell the devil I'll be in town for lunch (heh heh heh heh)\n[01:50.15]Got naughty in my nature plus I'm down with o.p.p.\n[01:53.20]The best part about it, I got aids, bitch!\n[01:56.23]Psych, I'm only kiddin, only do it to ugly women\n[01:59.34]Cause the pretty one's puss smell like they went fishin\n[02:01.36]I grab my dick with a tight grip, cause I might flip\n[02:04.39](Yo red, kick that hype shit on who you had a fight with!)\n[02:06.48]I had a fight with chuck, the punk motherfuck\n[02:08.40]Tried to stab me in the gut, so I dazed him with a uppercut (bing!)\n[02:09.59]Snapped the neck on michael myers then I freaked it; cause it was august\n[02:13.56]And he was talkin this trick or treat shit (trick or treat!)\n[02:15.65]Jason my man slangs rocks like up the block\n[02:18.79]143rd and amsterdam by the smoke shop\n[02:21.79]Norman bates work the night shift late\n[02:23.73]Since he dresses like his momma, I pimp him and his hoecake\n[02:25.80]Bust a maneuver freddy kruger, dreamed about\n[02:27.86]Me havin him scooped, he woke up with his zooks up\n[02:30.99]That caused me to cut the hands off the man with the chainsaw\n[02:34.07]Plus I got his brain pickled in a jar\n[02:37.09]So let's get down with the funk break, cause they tailgate\n[02:38.14]My rap style, so to cut em off I truncate\n[02:40.11]And rough em up, tough em up, like bust em up\n[02:41.11]With the one-two punch, like servin a customer\n[02:48.29]And if you hear a man that sounds like me smack him\n[02:49.31]Then ask him where the fuck did he get his damn raps from\n[02:51.32]I know, from me, the original p-funk\n[02:53.20]See ya next lp chump!\n[02:55.33]Chorus\n[02:55.45]","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Rated R\n  artist: Redman\n  album: Future Thugz Pt. 1\n  duration_ms: 200000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Nah nah nah, fuck that!\n  start_ms: 4940\n  end_ms: 6060\n- text: Don't hold me back, the funkadelic devil just snapped\n  start_ms: 6060\n  end_ms: 26210\n- text: With a rap, that's shittin on the story of jack sprat\n  start_ms: 26210\n  end_ms: 28360\n- text: So put your money where your mouth is, watch redman house shit\n  start_ms: 28360\n  end_ms: 31480\n- text: And if it's beef I'll punch you in your mouth kid ('damn!')\n  start_ms: 31480\n  end_ms: 33560\n- text: I got a heart but my heart is made out of nails\n  start_ms: 33560\n  end_ms: 35550\n- text: Word to? jamel?, my heart pumps nails in my blood rails\n  start_ms: 35550\n  end_ms: 38630\n- text: I'm not a warrior or bavarian type of nigga\n  start_ms: 38630\n  end_ms: 40640\n- text: I'm just quick to smoke your family then fuck your sister\n  start_ms: 40640\n  end_ms: 42700\n- text: That's what type of shit I'm on, word is bond\n  start_ms: 42700\n  end_ms: 45780\n- text: Been thinkin about playin that nice guy role?\n  start_ms: 45780\n  end_ms: 46840\n- text: Cause every since I was an infrant I was different\n  start_ms: 46840\n  end_ms: 49890\n- text: Paid no attention to my moms when she ripped it\n  start_ms: 49890\n  end_ms: 52930\n- text: I was a hardheaded mother-eff, but had to step\n  start_ms: 52930\n  end_ms: 55080\n- text: Cause she hit me with a left, then another left\n  start_ms: 55080\n  end_ms: 57110\n- text: That's why my brain is out of order\n  start_ms: 57110\n  end_ms: 59160\n- text: Because it just a quarter to manslaughter your little daughter\n  start_ms: 59160\n  end_ms: 61150\n- text: And do a driveby, fuck that, I walk by and I spray shit\n  start_ms: 61150\n  end_ms: 65270\n- text: Then carve my name in your pavement\n  start_ms: 65270\n  end_ms: 67220\n- text: I was rated 'x' but I flexed\n  start_ms: 67220\n  end_ms: 69350\n- text: I beat up the devil with a shovel so he dropped me a level\n  start_ms: 69350\n  end_ms: 72430\n- text: Ain't that ill? that I could just stand and watch a bloodspill\n  start_ms: 72430\n  end_ms: 74420\n- text: From a known rapper, but now the rapper's no frill\n  start_ms: 74420\n  end_ms: 77540\n- text: Just because I made a record I'm a star, that's bullshit\n  start_ms: 77540\n  end_ms: 79600\n- text: What's the flavor? tim? 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(fuck what you heard, this rated r)\n\n  Chorus: repeat 4x\n\n  I'm rated r, this is a warning --> rakim\n  Boy you can't fuck with me! --> ice cube\n\n  Back to part two of the segment, the red bend\n  Mics of all types, pour beer out for my dead friends\n  And if I didn't know ya, to hell witcha punk\n  And tell the devil I'll be in town for lunch (heh heh heh heh)\n  Got naughty in my nature plus I'm down with o.p.p.\n  The best part about it, I got aids, bitch!\n  Psych, I'm only kiddin, only do it to ugly women\n  Cause the pretty one's puss smell like they went fishin\n  I grab my dick with a tight grip, cause I might flip\n  (Yo red, kick that hype shit on who you had a fight with!)\n  I had a fight with chuck, the punk motherfuck\n  Tried to stab me in the gut, so I dazed him with a uppercut (bing!)\n  Snapped the neck on michael myers then I freaked it; cause it was august\n  And he was talkin this trick or treat shit (trick or treat!)\n  Jason my man slangs rocks like up the block\n  143rd and amsterdam by the smoke shop\n  Norman bates work the night shift late\n  Since he dresses like his momma, I pimp him and his hoecake\n  Bust a maneuver freddy kruger, dreamed about\n  Me havin him scooped, he woke up with his zooks up\n  That caused me to cut the hands off the man with the chainsaw\n  Plus I got his brain pickled in a jar\n  So let's get down with the funk break, cause they tailgate\n  My rap style, so to cut em off I truncate\n  And rough em up, tough em up, like bust em up\n  With the one-two punch, like servin a customer\n  And if you hear a man that sounds like me smack him\n  Then ask him where the fuck did he get his damn raps from\n  I know, from me, the original p-funk\n  See ya next lp chump!\n\n  Chorus\n"},{"id":39603740,"name":"Rated R","trackName":"Rated R","artistName":"Redman","albumName":"The Doc Is In (Gutta Muzic)","duration":201.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Nah nah nah, fuck that!\nDon't hold me back, the funkadelic devil just snapped\nWith a rap, that's shittin on the story of jack sprat\nSo put your money where your mouth is, watch redman house shit\nAnd if it's beef I'll punch you in your mouth kid ('damn!')\nI got a heart but my heart is made out of nails\nWord to? jamel?, my heart pumps nails in my blood rails\nI'm not a warrior or bavarian type of nigga\nI'm just quick to smoke your family then fuck your sister\nThat's what type of shit I'm on, word is bond\nBeen thinkin about playin that nice guy role?\nCause every since I was an infrant I was different\nPaid no attention to my moms when she ripped it\nI was a hardheaded mother-eff, but had to step\nCause she hit me with a left, then another left\nThat's why my brain is out of order\nBecause it just a quarter to manslaughter your little daughter\nAnd do a driveby, fuck that, I walk by and I spray shit\nThen carve my name in your pavement\nI was rated 'x' but I flexed\nI beat up the devil with a shovel so he dropped me a level\nAin't that ill? that I could just stand and watch a bloodspill\nFrom a known rapper, but now the rapper's no frill\nJust because I made a record I'm a star, that's bullshit\nWhat's the flavor? tim? (fuck what you heard, this rated r)\n\nChorus: repeat 4x\n\nI'm rated r, this is a warning --> rakim\nBoy you can't fuck with me! --> ice cube\n\nBack to part two of the segment, the red bend\nMics of all types, pour beer out for my dead friends\nAnd if I didn't know ya, to hell witcha punk\nAnd tell the devil I'll be in town for lunch (heh heh heh heh)\nGot naughty in my nature plus I'm down with o.p.p.\nThe best part about it, I got aids, bitch!\nPsych, I'm only kiddin, only do it to ugly women\nCause the pretty one's puss smell like they went fishin\nI grab my dick with a tight grip, cause I might flip\n(Yo red, kick that hype shit on who you had a fight with!)\nI had a fight with chuck, the punk motherfuck\nTried to stab me in the gut, so I dazed him with a uppercut (bing!)\nSnapped the neck on michael myers then I freaked it; cause it was august\nAnd he was talkin this trick or treat shit (trick or treat!)\nJason my man slangs rocks like up the block\n143rd and amsterdam by the smoke shop\nNorman bates work the night shift late\nSince he dresses like his momma, I pimp him and his hoecake\nBust a maneuver freddy kruger, dreamed about\nMe havin him scooped, he woke up with his zooks up\nThat caused me to cut the hands off the man with the chainsaw\nPlus I got his brain pickled in a jar\nSo let's get down with the funk break, cause they tailgate\nMy rap style, so to cut em off I truncate\nAnd rough em up, tough em up, like bust em up\nWith the one-two punch, like servin a customer\nAnd if you hear a man that sounds like me smack him\nThen ask him where the fuck did he get his damn raps from\nI know, from me, the original p-funk\nSee ya next lp chump!\n\nChorus","syncedLyrics":"[00:04.94]Nah nah nah, fuck that!\n[00:06.06]Don't hold me back, the funkadelic devil just snapped\n[00:26.21]With a rap, that's shittin on the story of jack sprat\n[00:28.36]So put your money where your mouth is, watch redman house shit\n[00:31.48]And if it's beef I'll punch you in your mouth kid ('damn!')\n[00:33.56]I got a heart but my heart is made out of nails\n[00:35.55]Word to? jamel?, my heart pumps nails in my blood rails\n[00:38.63]I'm not a warrior or bavarian type of nigga\n[00:40.64]I'm just quick to smoke your family then fuck your sister\n[00:42.70]That's what type of shit I'm on, word is bond\n[00:45.78]Been thinkin about playin that nice guy role?\n[00:46.84]Cause every since I was an infrant I was different\n[00:49.89]Paid no attention to my moms when she ripped it\n[00:52.93]I was a hardheaded mother-eff, but had to step\n[00:55.08]Cause she hit me with a left, then another left\n[00:57.11]That's why my brain is out of order\n[00:59.16]Because it just a quarter to manslaughter your little daughter\n[01:01.15]And do a driveby, fuck that, I walk by and I spray shit\n[01:05.27]Then carve my name in your pavement\n[01:07.22]I was rated 'x' but I flexed\n[01:09.35]I beat up the devil with a shovel so he dropped me a level\n[01:12.43]Ain't that ill? that I could just stand and watch a bloodspill\n[01:14.42]From a known rapper, but now the rapper's no frill\n[01:17.54]Just because I made a record I'm a star, that's bullshit\n[01:19.60]What's the flavor? tim? (fuck what you heard, this rated r)\n[01:21.60]Chorus: repeat 4x\n[01:24.71]I'm rated r, this is a warning --> rakim\n[01:28.82]Boy you can't fuck with me! --> ice cube\n[01:29.83]Back to part two of the segment, the red bend\n[01:43.99]Mics of all types, pour beer out for my dead friends\n[01:46.08]And if I didn't know ya, to hell witcha punk\n[01:48.07]And tell the devil I'll be in town for lunch (heh heh heh heh)\n[01:50.15]Got naughty in my nature plus I'm down with o.p.p.\n[01:53.20]The best part about it, I got aids, bitch!\n[01:56.23]Psych, I'm only kiddin, only do it to ugly women\n[01:59.34]Cause the pretty one's puss smell like they went fishin\n[02:01.36]I grab my dick with a tight grip, cause I might flip\n[02:04.39](Yo red, kick that hype shit on who you had a fight with!)\n[02:06.48]I had a fight with chuck, the punk motherfuck\n[02:08.40]Tried to stab me in the gut, so I dazed him with a uppercut (bing!)\n[02:09.59]Snapped the neck on michael myers then I freaked it; cause it was august\n[02:13.56]And he was talkin this trick or treat shit (trick or treat!)\n[02:15.65]Jason my man slangs rocks like up the block\n[02:18.79]143rd and amsterdam by the smoke shop\n[02:21.79]Norman bates work the night shift late\n[02:23.73]Since he dresses like his momma, I pimp him and his hoecake\n[02:25.80]Bust a maneuver freddy kruger, dreamed about\n[02:27.86]Me havin him scooped, he woke up with his zooks up\n[02:30.99]That caused me to cut the hands off the man with the chainsaw\n[02:34.07]Plus I got his brain pickled in a jar\n[02:37.09]So let's get down with the funk break, cause they tailgate\n[02:38.14]My rap style, so to cut em off I truncate\n[02:40.11]And rough em up, tough em up, like bust em up\n[02:41.11]With the one-two punch, like servin a customer\n[02:48.29]And if you hear a man that sounds like me smack him\n[02:49.31]Then ask him where the fuck did he get his damn raps from\n[02:51.32]I know, from me, the original p-funk\n[02:53.20]See ya next lp chump!\n[02:55.33]Chorus\n[02:55.45]","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Rated R\n  artist: Redman\n  album: The Doc Is In (Gutta Muzic)\n  duration_ms: 201044\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Nah nah nah, fuck that!\n  start_ms: 4940\n  end_ms: 6060\n- text: Don't hold me back, the funkadelic devil just snapped\n  start_ms: 6060\n  end_ms: 26210\n- text: With a rap, that's shittin on the story of jack sprat\n  start_ms: 26210\n  end_ms: 28360\n- text: So put your money where your mouth is, watch redman house shit\n  start_ms: 28360\n  end_ms: 31480\n- text: And if it's beef I'll punch you in your mouth kid ('damn!')\n  start_ms: 31480\n  end_ms: 33560\n- text: I got a heart but my heart is made out of nails\n  start_ms: 33560\n  end_ms: 35550\n- text: Word to? jamel?, my heart pumps nails in my blood rails\n  start_ms: 35550\n  end_ms: 38630\n- text: I'm not a warrior or bavarian type of nigga\n  start_ms: 38630\n  end_ms: 40640\n- text: I'm just quick to smoke your family then fuck your sister\n  start_ms: 40640\n  end_ms: 42700\n- text: That's what type of shit I'm on, word is bond\n  start_ms: 42700\n  end_ms: 45780\n- text: Been thinkin about playin that nice guy role?\n  start_ms: 45780\n  end_ms: 46840\n- text: Cause every since I was an infrant I was different\n  start_ms: 46840\n  end_ms: 49890\n- text: Paid no attention to my moms when she ripped it\n  start_ms: 49890\n  end_ms: 52930\n- text: I was a hardheaded mother-eff, but had to step\n  start_ms: 52930\n  end_ms: 55080\n- text: Cause she hit me with a left, then another left\n  start_ms: 55080\n  end_ms: 57110\n- text: That's why my brain is out of order\n  start_ms: 57110\n  end_ms: 59160\n- text: Because it just a quarter to manslaughter your little daughter\n  start_ms: 59160\n  end_ms: 61150\n- text: And do a driveby, fuck that, I walk by and I spray shit\n  start_ms: 61150\n  end_ms: 65270\n- text: Then carve my name in your pavement\n  start_ms: 65270\n  end_ms: 67220\n- text: I was rated 'x' but I flexed\n  start_ms: 67220\n  end_ms: 69350\n- text: I beat up the devil with a shovel so he dropped me a level\n  start_ms: 69350\n  end_ms: 72430\n- text: Ain't that ill? that I could just stand and watch a bloodspill\n  start_ms: 72430\n  end_ms: 74420\n- text: From a known rapper, but now the rapper's no frill\n  start_ms: 74420\n  end_ms: 77540\n- text: Just because I made a record I'm a star, that's bullshit\n  start_ms: 77540\n  end_ms: 79600\n- text: What's the flavor? tim? 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(fuck what you heard, this rated r)\n\nChorus: repeat 4x\n\nI'm rated r, this is a warning --> rakim\nBoy you can't fuck with me! --> ice cube\n\nBack to part two of the segment, the red bend\nMics of all types, pour beer out for my dead friends\nAnd if I didn't know ya, to hell witcha punk\nAnd tell the devil I'll be in town for lunch (heh heh heh heh)\nGot naughty in my nature plus I'm down with o.p.p.\nThe best part about it, I got aids, bitch!\nPsych, I'm only kiddin, only do it to ugly women\nCause the pretty one's puss smell like they went fishin\nI grab my dick with a tight grip, cause I might flip\n(yo red, kick that hype shit on who you had a fight with!)\nI had a fight with chuck, the punk motherfuck\nTried to stab me in the gut, so I dazed him with a uppercut (bing!)\nSnapped the neck on michael myers then I freaked it; cause it was august\nAnd he was talkin this trick or treat shit (trick or treat!)\nJason my man slangs rocks like up the block\n143rd and amsterdam by the smoke shop\nNorman bates work the night shift late\nSince he dresses like his momma, I pimp him and his hoecake\nBust a maneuver freddy kruger, dreamed about\nMe havin him scooped, he woke up with his zooks up\nThat caused me to cut the hands off the man with the chainsaw\nPlus I got his brain pickled in a jar\nSo let's get down with the funk break, cause they tailgate\nMy rap style, so to cut em off I truncate\nAnd rough em up, tough em up, like bust em up\nWith the one-two punch, like servin a customer\nAnd if you hear a man that sounds like me smack him\nThen ask him where the fuck did he get his damn raps from\nI know, from me, the original p-funk\nSee ya next lp chump!\n\nChorus","syncedLyrics":"[00:04.94] Nah nah nah, fuck that!\n[00:06.06] Don't hold me back, the funkadelic devil just snapped\n[00:26.21] With a rap, that's shittin on the story of jack sprat\n[00:28.36] So put your money where your mouth is, watch redman house shit\n[00:31.48] And if it's beef I'll punch you in your mouth kid ('damn!')\n[00:33.56] I got a heart but my heart is made out of nails\n[00:35.55] Word to? jamel?, my heart pumps nails in my blood rails\n[00:38.63] I'm not a warrior or bavarian type of nigga\n[00:40.64] I'm just quick to smoke your family then fuck your sister\n[00:42.70] That's what type of shit I'm on, word is bond\n[00:45.78] Been thinkin about playin that nice guy role?\n[00:46.84] Cause every since I was an infrant I was different\n[00:49.89] Paid no attention to my moms when she ripped it\n[00:52.93] I was a hardheaded mother-eff, but had to step\n[00:55.08] Cause she hit me with a left, then another left\n[00:57.11] That's why my brain is out of order\n[00:59.16] Because it just a quarter to manslaughter your little daughter\n[01:01.15] And do a driveby, fuck that, I walk by and I spray shit\n[01:05.27] Then carve my name in your pavement\n[01:07.22] I was rated 'x' but I flexed\n[01:09.35] I beat up the devil with a shovel so he dropped me a level\n[01:12.43] Ain't that ill? that I could just stand and watch a bloodspill\n[01:14.42] From a known rapper, but now the rapper's no frill\n[01:17.54] Just because I made a record I'm a star, that's bullshit\n[01:19.60] What's the flavor? tim? (fuck what you heard, this rated r)\n[01:21.60] Chorus: repeat 4x\n[01:24.71] I'm rated r, this is a warning --> rakim\n[01:28.82] Boy you can't fuck with me! --> ice cube\n[01:29.83] Back to part two of the segment, the red bend\n[01:43.99] Mics of all types, pour beer out for my dead friends\n[01:46.08] And if I didn't know ya, to hell witcha punk\n[01:48.07] And tell the devil I'll be in town for lunch (heh heh heh heh)\n[01:50.15] Got naughty in my nature plus I'm down with o.p.p.\n[01:53.20] The best part about it, I got aids, bitch!\n[01:56.23] Psych, I'm only kiddin, only do it to ugly women\n[01:59.34] Cause the pretty one's puss smell like they went fishin\n[02:01.36] I grab my dick with a tight grip, cause I might flip\n[02:04.39] (yo red, kick that hype shit on who you had a fight with!)\n[02:06.48] I had a fight with chuck, the punk motherfuck\n[02:08.40] Tried to stab me in the gut, so I dazed him with a uppercut (bing!)\n[02:09.59] Snapped the neck on michael myers then I freaked it; cause it was august\n[02:13.56] And he was talkin this trick or treat shit (trick or treat!)\n[02:15.65] Jason my man slangs rocks like up the block\n[02:18.79] 143rd and amsterdam by the smoke shop\n[02:21.79] Norman bates work the night shift late\n[02:23.73] Since he dresses like his momma, I pimp him and his hoecake\n[02:25.80] Bust a maneuver freddy kruger, dreamed about\n[02:27.86] Me havin him scooped, he woke up with his zooks up\n[02:30.99] That caused me to cut the hands off the man with the chainsaw\n[02:34.07] Plus I got his brain pickled in a jar\n[02:37.09] So let's get down with the funk break, cause they tailgate\n[02:38.14] My rap style, so to cut em off I truncate\n[02:40.11] And rough em up, tough em up, like bust em up\n[02:41.11] With the one-two punch, like servin a customer\n[02:48.29] And if you hear a man that sounds like me smack him\n[02:49.31] Then ask him where the fuck did he get his damn raps from\n[02:51.32] I know, from me, the original p-funk\n[02:53.20] See ya next lp chump!\n[02:55.33] Chorus\n[02:55.45] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Rated \"R\" (Original Mix)\n  artist: Redman\n  album: Whut? 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Where a nigga like you get that fat?\nAnd since you came out gassed, well I'm closin your gas cap\nThe creature, from the deeper, ultimate funk freaker\nRepresent New Jersey, keep your eyes up on the bleacher\nA menace like Dennis, I got game like Ennis\nI can french-kiss my lyrics, then I run trains with sentence\nLord have mercy! It's too much funk to cope with\nDroppin dope shit after dope shit, we're atrocious\nThat's from the lungs, that rings from here to kingdom come\nAnd I don't have to be a Special Ed to get dumb!","syncedLyrics":"[00:11.55] And I say... right about now you are rockin with the best!\n[00:16.45] Can I get a hit? *inhale* *coughing* Thank you *coughing*\n[00:19.13] What you're about to experience is a walk on the Funkadelic side\n[00:25.08] Who knows better than the Funkadelic devil himself\n[00:26.04] To all knotty head niggaz, bob to this\n[00:28.89] Come walk with Def Squad on the darkside\n[00:31.12] Coming to you live and direct without further adieu\n[00:33.95] I bring to you Redman one more time\n[00:36.58] This is Jeff Stewart and you know how I do it... god DAYAM!\n[00:42.25] (Redman)\n[00:42.73] So who's that funky nigga that's known to kick the fat shit?\n[00:46.83] The mirror said \"You are, you conceited bastard\"\n[00:49.78] *Cutting and scratching of bastard*\n[00:53.95] Done by the dogcatcher, dogcatcher, it's the dogfetcher, I betcha\n[01:00.45] Aahhhhhhhhhhh, with the slang\n[01:03.97] Get you coughed up from the weed it'll bust your brain\n[01:06.42] The top notch of hip-hop and I'm on the charts\n[01:08.51] I'm catchin applause when I rock the micraphone from the heart\n[01:11.41] My style's foul, so look into the eyes of Lorimars\n[01:14.25] As you can see, I drop funk bars from here to Mars\n[01:16.96] Still rollin down the highway wit my forty between my lap bitch\n[01:19.82] Crossin DTW, coming into my lap and\n[01:22.52] Boy my skills are stacks, I love to do it from the back\n[01:25.33] My style swarms over ghettoes like crack\n[01:27.71] Blow in any hood and puff a blunt with any nigga\n[01:30.77] As long as we both got, it don't matter who's gun bigger\n[01:33.52] But I bet you you can't do that, cause the multiplatinums\n[01:36.33] Can't save your ass on the block, and you're fucked if it ain't pop\n[01:39.13] The funk is blowin wattage out your fuckin trunks\n[01:41.88] Like peak Puma, I known to give a whole lots of lumps\n[01:44.55] Props I got, coming through your block nine cocked\n[01:47.19] My socks, even got three-eighty-nine shots\n[01:49.74] Don't press it, I hang em like them niggaz do in Texas\n[01:52.89] You don't have no heart you chestless, cuz your heart's on my necklace\n[01:55.57] I give props to real MC's like KRS-One\n[01:58.38] Kool G Rap, Buckshot, Busta me and I'm from\n[02:00.98] The East coast! Where a nigga like you get that fat?\n[02:03.90] And since you came out gassed, well I'm closin your gas cap\n[02:06.53] The creature, from the deeper, ultimate funk freaker\n[02:09.37] Represent New Jersey, keep your eyes up on the bleacher\n[02:12.26] A menace like Dennis, I got game like Ennis\n[02:14.86] I can french-kiss my lyrics, then I run trains with sentence\n[02:17.91] Lord have mercy! 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(yo c'mon Big) uhh.\nFuck that, I preach it, my nine reaches\nthe prestigious, cats that speak this, Willie shit\nFlooded pieces, my hand releases, snatches\nSmack ya cabbage, half-ass rappers, shouldn't have it\nSo I grab it, never run, the outcome\nis usually, a beatdown brutally, fuck who you be\nor where you're from, West or East coast, squeeze toast\nLeave most in the blood they layin in, what, what?\nThe rings and things you sing about, bring 'em out\nIt's hard to yell when the barrel's in your mouth\nIt's more than I expected, I thought your jewels was rented\nbut they wasn't, so run it, cousin\nI could chill, the heat doesn't\nRan up in your shell about a dozen\nYou never see bank like Frank White\nYour hand clutchin, your chest-plate contemplate\nYou 'bout to die, nigga wait, keep yo' hands high\n\nYo. yo yo\nI don't brownnose out of town hoes\nI'm up around fo' with the crowbar to the five point oh\nI get bagged, I'm John Doe, suspect\nYou ass like prime roastin, Calvin Klein clothes\nExplode the pyros when Doc guest appear\nI'm out there, I bought it with George Jetson here\nYour time is near, so get your body dropped off\nI stopped trustin niggaz since Gotti got caught\nIt's Bricks keep your wrist covered, or piss colored\nBy the waist got a gun as dark as Kris brother\nI.C.U., my sheisty crew, like ice me too\nI break your legs, leave your eyes slightly blue\nThe Doc was born with a grenade palm\nI'm concurrent in your hood like a, teenage mom\nYo Biggie (what? what?) She havin my bay-bayy\nIf I pull out the A.K., keep your hands high\n\n\"This rule is so underrated.\"\n\"Actin as if it can't happen, you're frontin\"\n\"Ain't no other kings in this rap thing.\"\n\"Biggie, a motherfuckin rap phenomenon\"\n\"This rule is so underrated.\"\n\"Actin as if it can't happen, you're frontin\"\n\"Ain't no other kings in this rap thing.\"\n\"Biggie, a motherfuckin rap phenomenon\"\n\nUhh, uhh\nI got a new mouth to feed, I'm due South with keys\nY'all pick seeds out y'all weed, I watch cowards bleed\nMotherfucker please, it's my block with my rocks\nFuck that hip-hop, them one-two's, and you don't stops\nMe and my nigga Lance, took Kim and Cee's advance\nBought ten bricks, four pounds of weed plants\nfrom Branson, now we lampin, twelve room mansion\nBitches get naked off \"Get Money\", \"Player's Anthem\"\nDon't forget, \"One More Chance\" and, my other hits, other shit\nniggaz spit be counterfeit, robbery come actually\nin and out like fuckin rapidly, pass the gat to me\nMake his chest rest, where his back should be, talkin blasphemy\nBlastin me, your family, rest in coffins often\nFrank Wizzard, fuck you soft or fragilla\nPlay hard like Reggie Miller, rapper, slash dope dealer\nslash Gorilla, slash illest turned killer\n\nNow now\nDon't approach me with that rah rah shit, you out of pocket\nI take these adolescents back to Spofford\nMentally my energy, is like a figure eight, on it's side\nthat's infinity -- too many sick niggaz, nickel nines;\nbring the remedy -- when you play the field, what's the penalty\nUnnecessary roughness, career endin injuries for suckers\nStuck on stupid, shoot em with a dart like Cupid\nuntil they got love for my music\nStar Wars I'm Han Solo, with three egoes\nand three charges, I got to \"See-three-P.O.'s\"\nThis is whoop-yo'-ass-day, the sequel\nEyeball blower with no equal, niggaz swingin swords in the WAR\nthat's my people, sho' nuff, befo' I roll up\nThis is a hold up, hands high, reach for the sky\nI rep S.I., the unpretty, word to Left Eye\nNew York Shitty, put they weight on it\nAnd who better for the job than Biggie? The Notorious\nJeee-zus, \"Unbelievable\" rhyme that reaches\nand touch individual, small frame buck and change\nMC, What's-Your-Name, tuck your chain\nAll about the fortune, fuck the fame, labels still extortin\nKick me when I'm down, but I'm up again, scorchin\nHot -- forcin my way up in the door\nto kill the bullshit like a matador\nKeep your hands high (what?)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Rap Phenomenom\n  artist: Redman\n  album: Future Thugz, Part 1 (Hosted by DJ Diggz & DJ Rated R)\n  duration_ms: 240000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  \"Well it's the Funk Docta Spock.\"\n  \"Meth-Tical.\"\n  \"Biggie. Biggie.\" (mmmhmmmmmm)\n\n  Uhh. uhh. uhh. (yo c'mon Big) uhh.\n  Fuck that, I preach it, my nine reaches\n  the prestigious, cats that speak this, Willie shit\n  Flooded pieces, my hand releases, snatches\n  Smack ya cabbage, half-ass rappers, shouldn't have it\n  So I grab it, never run, the outcome\n  is usually, a beatdown brutally, fuck who you be\n  or where you're from, West or East coast, squeeze toast\n  Leave most in the blood they layin in, what, what?\n  The rings and things you sing about, bring 'em out\n  It's hard to yell when the barrel's in your mouth\n  It's more than I expected, I thought your jewels was rented\n  but they wasn't, so run it, cousin\n  I could chill, the heat doesn't\n  Ran up in your shell about a dozen\n  You never see bank like Frank White\n  Your hand clutchin, your chest-plate contemplate\n  You 'bout to die, nigga wait, keep yo' hands high\n\n  Yo. yo yo\n  I don't brownnose out of town hoes\n  I'm up around fo' with the crowbar to the five point oh\n  I get bagged, I'm John Doe, suspect\n  You ass like prime roastin, Calvin Klein clothes\n  Explode the pyros when Doc guest appear\n  I'm out there, I bought it with George Jetson here\n  Your time is near, so get your body dropped off\n  I stopped trustin niggaz since Gotti got caught\n  It's Bricks keep your wrist covered, or piss colored\n  By the waist got a gun as dark as Kris brother\n  I.C.U., my sheisty crew, like ice me too\n  I break your legs, leave your eyes slightly blue\n  The Doc was born with a grenade palm\n  I'm concurrent in your hood like a, teenage mom\n  Yo Biggie (what? what?) She havin my bay-bayy\n  If I pull out the A.K., keep your hands high\n\n  \"This rule is so underrated.\"\n  \"Actin as if it can't happen, you're frontin\"\n  \"Ain't no other kings in this rap thing.\"\n  \"Biggie, a motherfuckin rap phenomenon\"\n  \"This rule is so underrated.\"\n  \"Actin as if it can't happen, you're frontin\"\n  \"Ain't no other kings in this rap thing.\"\n  \"Biggie, a motherfuckin rap phenomenon\"\n\n  Uhh, uhh\n  I got a new mouth to feed, I'm due South with keys\n  Y'all pick seeds out y'all weed, I watch cowards bleed\n  Motherfucker please, it's my block with my rocks\n  Fuck that hip-hop, them one-two's, and you don't stops\n  Me and my nigga Lance, took Kim and Cee's advance\n  Bought ten bricks, four pounds of weed plants\n  from Branson, now we lampin, twelve room mansion\n  Bitches get naked off \"Get Money\", \"Player's Anthem\"\n  Don't forget, \"One More Chance\" and, my other hits, other shit\n  niggaz spit be counterfeit, robbery come actually\n  in and out like fuckin rapidly, pass the gat to me\n  Make his chest rest, where his back should be, talkin blasphemy\n  Blastin me, your family, rest in coffins often\n  Frank Wizzard, fuck you soft or fragilla\n  Play hard like Reggie Miller, rapper, slash dope dealer\n  slash Gorilla, slash illest turned killer\n\n  Now now\n  Don't approach me with that rah rah shit, you out of pocket\n  I take these adolescents back to Spofford\n  Mentally my energy, is like a figure eight, on it's side\n  that's infinity -- too many sick niggaz, nickel nines;\n  bring the remedy -- when you play the field, what's the penalty\n  Unnecessary roughness, career endin injuries for suckers\n  Stuck on stupid, shoot em with a dart like Cupid\n  until they got love for my music\n  Star Wars I'm Han Solo, with three egoes\n  and three charges, I got to \"See-three-P.O.'s\"\n  This is whoop-yo'-ass-day, the sequel\n  Eyeball blower with no equal, niggaz swingin swords in the WAR\n  that's my people, sho' nuff, befo' I roll up\n  This is a hold up, hands high, reach for the sky\n  I rep S.I., the unpretty, word to Left Eye\n  New York Shitty, put they weight on it\n  And who better for the job than Biggie? The Notorious\n  Jeee-zus, \"Unbelievable\" rhyme that reaches\n  and touch individual, small frame buck and change\n  MC, What's-Your-Name, tuck your chain\n  All about the fortune, fuck the fame, labels still extortin\n  Kick me when I'm down, but I'm up again, scorchin\n  Hot -- forcin my way up in the door\n  to kill the bullshit like a matador\n  Keep your hands high (what?)\n"},{"id":14564006,"name":"Rap Phenomenom","trackName":"Rap Phenomenom","artistName":"Redman","albumName":"Future Thugz Pt. 1 (Hosted By DJ Diggz & DJ Rated R)","duration":239.647347,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"\"Well it's the Funk Docta Spock.\"\n\"Meth-Tical.\"\n\"Biggie. Biggie.\" (mmmhmmmmmm)\n\nUhh. uhh. uhh. (yo c'mon Big) uhh.\nFuck that, I preach it, my nine reaches\nthe prestigious, cats that speak this, Willie shit\nFlooded pieces, my hand releases, snatches\nSmack ya cabbage, half-ass rappers, shouldn't have it\nSo I grab it, never run, the outcome\nis usually, a beatdown brutally, fuck who you be\nor where you're from, West or East coast, squeeze toast\nLeave most in the blood they layin in, what, what?\nThe rings and things you sing about, bring 'em out\nIt's hard to yell when the barrel's in your mouth\nIt's more than I expected, I thought your jewels was rented\nbut they wasn't, so run it, cousin\nI could chill, the heat doesn't\nRan up in your shell about a dozen\nYou never see bank like Frank White\nYour hand clutchin, your chest-plate contemplate\nYou 'bout to die, nigga wait, keep yo' hands high\n\nYo. yo yo\nI don't brownnose out of town hoes\nI'm up around fo' with the crowbar to the five point oh\nI get bagged, I'm John Doe, suspect\nYou ass like prime roastin, Calvin Klein clothes\nExplode the pyros when Doc guest appear\nI'm out there, I bought it with George Jetson here\nYour time is near, so get your body dropped off\nI stopped trustin niggaz since Gotti got caught\nIt's Bricks keep your wrist covered, or piss colored\nBy the waist got a gun as dark as Kris brother\nI.C.U., my sheisty crew, like ice me too\nI break your legs, leave your eyes slightly blue\nThe Doc was born with a grenade palm\nI'm concurrent in your hood like a, teenage mom\nYo Biggie (what? what?) She havin my bay-bayy\nIf I pull out the A.K., keep your hands high\n\n\"This rule is so underrated.\"\n\"Actin as if it can't happen, you're frontin\"\n\"Ain't no other kings in this rap thing.\"\n\"Biggie, a motherfuckin rap phenomenon\"\n\"This rule is so underrated.\"\n\"Actin as if it can't happen, you're frontin\"\n\"Ain't no other kings in this rap thing.\"\n\"Biggie, a motherfuckin rap phenomenon\"\n\nUhh, uhh\nI got a new mouth to feed, I'm due South with keys\nY'all pick seeds out y'all weed, I watch cowards bleed\nMotherfucker please, it's my block with my rocks\nFuck that hip-hop, them one-two's, and you don't stops\nMe and my nigga Lance, took Kim and Cee's advance\nBought ten bricks, four pounds of weed plants\nfrom Branson, now we lampin, twelve room mansion\nBitches get naked off \"Get Money\", \"Player's Anthem\"\nDon't forget, \"One More Chance\" and, my other hits, other shit\nniggaz spit be counterfeit, robbery come actually\nin and out like fuckin rapidly, pass the gat to me\nMake his chest rest, where his back should be, talkin blasphemy\nBlastin me, your family, rest in coffins often\nFrank Wizzard, fuck you soft or fragilla\nPlay hard like Reggie Miller, rapper, slash dope dealer\nslash Gorilla, slash illest turned killer\n\nNow now\nDon't approach me with that rah rah shit, you out of pocket\nI take these adolescents back to Spofford\nMentally my energy, is like a figure eight, on it's side\nthat's infinity -- too many sick niggaz, nickel nines;\nbring the remedy -- when you play the field, what's the penalty\nUnnecessary roughness, career endin injuries for suckers\nStuck on stupid, shoot em with a dart like Cupid\nuntil they got love for my music\nStar Wars I'm Han Solo, with three egoes\nand three charges, I got to \"See-three-P.O.'s\"\nThis is whoop-yo'-ass-day, the sequel\nEyeball blower with no equal, niggaz swingin swords in the WAR\nthat's my people, sho' nuff, befo' I roll up\nThis is a hold up, hands high, reach for the sky\nI rep S.I., the unpretty, word to Left Eye\nNew York Shitty, put they weight on it\nAnd who better for the job than Biggie? The Notorious\nJeee-zus, \"Unbelievable\" rhyme that reaches\nand touch individual, small frame buck and change\nMC, What's-Your-Name, tuck your chain\nAll about the fortune, fuck the fame, labels still extortin\nKick me when I'm down, but I'm up again, scorchin\nHot -- forcin my way up in the door\nto kill the bullshit like a matador\nKeep your hands high (what?)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Rap Phenomenom\n  artist: Redman\n  album: Future Thugz Pt. 1 (Hosted By DJ Diggz & DJ Rated R)\n  duration_ms: 239647\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  \"Well it's the Funk Docta Spock.\"\n  \"Meth-Tical.\"\n  \"Biggie. Biggie.\" (mmmhmmmmmm)\n\n  Uhh. uhh. uhh. (yo c'mon Big) uhh.\n  Fuck that, I preach it, my nine reaches\n  the prestigious, cats that speak this, Willie shit\n  Flooded pieces, my hand releases, snatches\n  Smack ya cabbage, half-ass rappers, shouldn't have it\n  So I grab it, never run, the outcome\n  is usually, a beatdown brutally, fuck who you be\n  or where you're from, West or East coast, squeeze toast\n  Leave most in the blood they layin in, what, what?\n  The rings and things you sing about, bring 'em out\n  It's hard to yell when the barrel's in your mouth\n  It's more than I expected, I thought your jewels was rented\n  but they wasn't, so run it, cousin\n  I could chill, the heat doesn't\n  Ran up in your shell about a dozen\n  You never see bank like Frank White\n  Your hand clutchin, your chest-plate contemplate\n  You 'bout to die, nigga wait, keep yo' hands high\n\n  Yo. yo yo\n  I don't brownnose out of town hoes\n  I'm up around fo' with the crowbar to the five point oh\n  I get bagged, I'm John Doe, suspect\n  You ass like prime roastin, Calvin Klein clothes\n  Explode the pyros when Doc guest appear\n  I'm out there, I bought it with George Jetson here\n  Your time is near, so get your body dropped off\n  I stopped trustin niggaz since Gotti got caught\n  It's Bricks keep your wrist covered, or piss colored\n  By the waist got a gun as dark as Kris brother\n  I.C.U., my sheisty crew, like ice me too\n  I break your legs, leave your eyes slightly blue\n  The Doc was born with a grenade palm\n  I'm concurrent in your hood like a, teenage mom\n  Yo Biggie (what? what?) 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When I wipe off my sweat\n[00:28.80] Verbally I'm Untouchable like Elliot Ness\n[00:31.56] To the best of my ability I rock any facility\n[00:34.31] And fuck the yellow cabs I smoke buddha out deliveries\n[00:37.38] I'm just as high as the fuckin friendly skies\n[00:39.93] When I'm, open, you can't even see my chinky eyes\n[00:42.78] Cause the buddha I smoke, is no joke, when I'm loc'ed\n[00:45.61] Then I wet it, then you be like -- that shit be soaked!\n[00:48.94] I'm saggin my... 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drop heavy, so girls grab your coatex\nI catch fits when i blitz a rhyme grit\nAnd my lip gets to the point so rip some more fly shit\nRedman ready to rock ruff rhymes\nRenegade rapper, rip when it's rhyme time\nPunk push a pin in?(pilt)? so when i?(pit)?\nPack pistol posse flow some more pro shit\nFe fi fo fum funky to floor a\nFuck a freak, words before play\nQuickly, quiet is kept, never quack\nOn a q-tip, i quote, i throw rhymes like a quarterback\nA monster, murder muthafuckas like manson\nA madmen who mutilize men with 9mm\nBullets?(brobab)? brother back to back i slam\nBread and butter, break beast to bam bam\nJump off the jim before i jack my johnson\nI jam like janet, chew mc's like swanson\nGet a stamp dummy, i'm digging a dungeon\nCan you dig that i dig deep to destroy dum dums\nYes, i yam what i yam when i jam, bro\nMy afro's in the house, yo, yo, yo\nKnown as i live large, life will be luxury\nLadies in lamborginies, love is like (lut) to me\nNasty nigga, competition is 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Mars\nStill rollin down the highway wit my forty between my lap bitch\nCrossin DTW, coming into my lap and\nBoy my skills are stacks, I love to do it from the back\nMy style swarms over ghettoes like crack\nBlow in any hood and puff a blunt with any nigga\nAs long as we both got, it don't matter who's gun bigger\nBut I bet you you can't do that, cause the multiplatinums\nCan't save your ass on the block, and you're fucked if it ain't pop\nThe funk is blowin wattage out your fuckin trunks\nLike peak Puma, I known to give a whole lots of lumps\nProps I got, coming through your block nine cocked\nMy socks, even got three-eighty-nine shots\nDon't press it, I hang em like them niggaz do in Texas\nYou don't have no heart you chestless, cuz your heart's on my necklace\nI give props to real MC's like KRS-One\nKool G Rap, Buckshot, Busta me and I'm from\nThe East coast! Where a nigga like you get that fat?\nAnd since you came out gassed, well I'm closin your gas cap\nThe creature, from the deeper, ultimate funk freaker\nRepresent New Jersey, keep your eyes up on the bleacher\nA menace like Dennis, I got game like Ennis\nI can french-kiss my lyrics, then I run trains with sentence\nLord have mercy! 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68550\n  end_ms: 71320\n- text: I catch fits when i blitz a rhyme grit\n  start_ms: 71320\n  end_ms: 72600\n- text: And my lip gets to the point so rip some more fly shit\n  start_ms: 72600\n  end_ms: 73550\n- text: Redman ready to rock ruff rhymes\n  start_ms: 73550\n  end_ms: 74410\n- text: Renegade rapper, rip when it's rhyme time\n  start_ms: 74410\n  end_ms: 75570\n- text: Punk push a pin in?(pilt)? so when i?(pit)?\n  start_ms: 75570\n  end_ms: 76210\n- text: Pack pistol posse flow some more pro shit\n  start_ms: 76210\n  end_ms: 77160\n- text: Fe fi fo fum funky to floor a\n  start_ms: 77160\n  end_ms: 78080\n- text: Fuck a freak, words before play\n  start_ms: 78080\n  end_ms: 78890\n- text: Quickly, quiet is kept, never quack\n  start_ms: 78890\n  end_ms: 79580\n- text: On a q-tip, i quote, i throw rhymes like a quarterback\n  start_ms: 79580\n  end_ms: 80500\n- text: A monster, murder muthafuckas like manson\n  start_ms: 80500\n  end_ms: 81230\n- text: A madmen who mutilize men with 9mm\n  start_ms: 81230\n  end_ms: 81910\n- text: Bullets?(brobab)? brother back to back i slam\n  start_ms: 81910\n  end_ms: 82610\n- text: Bread and butter, break beast to bam bam\n  start_ms: 82610\n  end_ms: 83480\n- text: Jump off the jim before i jack my johnson\n  start_ms: 83480\n  end_ms: 84100\n- text: I jam like janet, chew mc's like swanson\n  start_ms: 84100\n  end_ms: 84850\n- text: Get a stamp dummy, i'm digging a dungeon\n  start_ms: 84850\n  end_ms: 85450\n- text: Can you dig that i dig deep to destroy dum dums\n  start_ms: 85450\n  end_ms: 86150\n- text: Yes, i yam what i yam when i jam, bro\n  start_ms: 86150\n  end_ms: 86750\n- text: My afro's in the house, yo, yo, yo\n  start_ms: 86750\n  end_ms: 87380\n- text: Known as i live large, life will be luxury\n  start_ms: 87380\n  end_ms: 87820\n- text: Ladies in lamborginies, love is like (lut) to me\n  start_ms: 87820\n  end_ms: 88520\n- text: Nasty nigga, competition is none\n  start_ms: 88520\n  end_ms: 89130\n- text: From newark, new jersey, knot hairs like mike nunn\n  start_ms: 89130\n  end_ms: 89880\n- text: Shit, rap is still when i'm stroking\n  start_ms: 89880\n  end_ms: 90430\n- text: Smoke wit shotguns but the sign said no smoking\n  start_ms: 90430\n  end_ms: 91000\n- text: Cool it kiddo, i control from sea to sea\n  start_ms: 91000\n  end_ms: 91620\n- text: Cut like chuckie, plus style it top d\n  start_ms: 91620\n  end_ms: 92230\n- text: Super mad lover, cool from the new schoo;\n  start_ms: 92230\n  end_ms: 92980\n- text: Hold your breath, while i walk holding my jewels\n  start_ms: 92980\n  end_ms: 93870\n- text: Chorus\n  start_ms: 93870\n  end_ms: 94850\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 94850\nplain: |-\n  (Chorus)\n  Hardcore to make the brothers act fools (4x)\n  (Pmd)\n  When i turn a party out, all hands is in the air\n  Some say it's chill, new york throw chairs\n  The punk funk sound to make a sane man flip\n  Girls rush the stage, faggots cold dip\n  Low to avoid the caps and blows\n  By the gangbanners at the b-boy shows\n  Wit the cops trying to control the crowd\n  But they can't, systems crank \"so what'cha saying\"'s pumping loud\n  Blows are thrown, heads are flown like pan am\n  Brothers licking off like the son of sam and\n  The bass continues to thump\n  Some brothers hit the parking lot to go pop trunks\n  Hoes are slapped, jewels are snatched\n  Brothers are caught in the cross fire without no caps\n  And on my way out, i heard a sucker scream and shout\n  \"Niggas, niggas\", yea, cold turn the party out\n  Chorus\n  (E double)\n  Rap combat squares sat and i attack\n  Any crab mc that's down wit the wack\n  And i wreck and if i can not snap a neck\n  Throw a knock, i'll blow and look for a tech\n  I'm terror, new edition to rap era\n  I can't be beat, i'm too sweet plus clever\n  I'm smart, yes, i'm a so called genius\n  I'm equip wit the thinking cap they call?(keenison)?\n  Yo, wit that, i can break fool\n  Especially when the posse is thick and got tools\n  Make me feel good 'cause they got steel\n  No blasters or cap guns son, the real deal\n  K-a, microphone wrecker e-d\n  The o, the u, the b, the l to the e\n  Rocking on, word is born, so abandon ship\n  My name is erick sermon now want some and i'll flip\n  I'm far from a chump, i'm harcore like brooklyn\n  Mess wit me and get your manhood token\n  Chorus\n  (Redman)\n  I got it going on,?(sister muck)?, next to flex\n  You bet i drop heavy, so girls grab your coatex\n  I catch fits when i blitz a rhyme grit\n  And my lip gets to the point so rip some more fly shit\n  Redman ready to rock ruff rhymes\n  Renegade rapper, rip when it's rhyme time\n  Punk push a pin in?(pilt)? so when i?(pit)?\n  Pack pistol posse flow some more pro shit\n  Fe fi fo fum funky to floor a\n  Fuck a freak, words before play\n  Quickly, quiet is kept, never quack\n  On a q-tip, i quote, i throw rhymes like a quarterback\n  A monster, murder muthafuckas like manson\n  A madmen who mutilize men with 9mm\n  Bullets?(brobab)? brother back to back i slam\n  Bread and butter, break beast to bam bam\n  Jump off the jim before i jack my johnson\n  I jam like janet, chew mc's like swanson\n  Get a stamp dummy, i'm digging a dungeon\n  Can you dig that i dig deep to destroy dum dums\n  Yes, i yam what i yam when i jam, bro\n  My afro's in the house, yo, yo, yo\n  Known as i live large, life will be luxury\n  Ladies in lamborginies, love is like (lut) to me\n  Nasty nigga, competition is none\n  From newark, new jersey, knot hairs like mike nunn\n  Shit, rap is still when i'm stroking\n  Smoke wit shotguns but the sign said no smoking\n  Cool it kiddo, i control from sea to sea\n  Cut like chuckie, plus style it top d\n  Super mad lover, cool from the new schoo;\n  Hold your breath, while i walk holding my jewels\n  Chorus\n"}]