[{"id":31806686,"name":"The Raw","trackName":"The Raw","artistName":"Saigon, Inspectah Deck, Bekay","albumName":"The Raw","duration":223.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"\"Raw, I'ma give it to ya\"\n\"Sounds so raw\"\n\"1000 Rhymes are uncut\"\n\"Raw, I'ma give it to ya\"\n\n\"R.A. The Rugged Man\"\n\"Watch me cook this verse\"\n\n\"Raw, I'ma give it to ya\"\n\"Sounds so raw\"\n\"1000 Rhymes are uncut\"\n\"Raw, I'ma give it to ya\"\n\n\"R.A. The Rugged Man\"\n\"Raw without a doubt\"\n\nOn the average night, I'm likely to stab a bitch with a knife\nThat's when I'm chillin', imagine when I'm mad, what it's like\nDamn right it's a disastrous sight\nWhy you think I've been in prison more than half of my life?\nMy life, wolves, bloods and crips duckin the Dicks\nWe don't like basketball, but still with them Knicks\n\nDimes, twenties, fifties and bricks\nSell my aunt shit if the crack need a fix, it's strictly for chips\n\nDo whatever it take, to fakes I could never relate\nY'all can chill long as my cheddar is straight\nBut if I'm broke, shit, I'ma load the Beretta with eight\nShow y'all niggas my gun game is better than great\n\nLittle coke baby, ignorant son of a black lady\nWho never bothered to teach you 'cause the bitch was that shady\nRecognize nigga we can settle the score\n\nBig Si, Dutchmaster, we reppin' the raw, bitch!\n\n\"Raw, I'ma give it to ya\"\n\"Sounds so raw\"\n\"1000 Rhymes are uncut\"\n\"Raw, I'ma give it to ya\"\n\"R.A. The Rugged Man\"\n\"Watch me cook this verse\"\n\nYo, it's war, want it all, man, nothin's enough\nI'm on the chow line doublin' up, cousin, it's us\nPimpin' out the toy trucks, pumpin' the clutch\nSwoop through on the grave shift, dump on you ducks\nAbove the law, still duckin' the cuffs, still cockin' the truck\nI hold you hostage, come up with the bucks\nIn the mean streets, stuck in the lust\n\nNever trusted in trust, when the pressure's on, perform in the clutch\nWhat my hand deal, call it a flush, nigga fall on your nuts\n\nNorthern Lights rap, caught with the rush\nBurnin' big buds, tossin' it up, flossin' and such\nThe broad with the pink Porsche ballin' with us\n\nSee my war face, the project halls is rough\nWith a satellite phone you couldn't call my bluff\nMany run-ins with Jakes left my jaw to scuff\nOn some what? Paper chasin' from dawn to dusk, what?!\n\n\"Raw, I'ma give it to ya\"\n\"Sounds so raw\"\n\"1000 Rhymes are uncut\"\n\"Raw, I'ma give it to ya\"\n\"R.A. The Rugged Man\"\n\"Raw without a doubt\"\n\nYo, BK's the reason that your label got a street team\nThe definition of a street dream, listen to the streets scream!\nThe game made the pain in my brain longer\nBut I'm like Magic with AIDS, what don't kill you makes you stronger\n\nCorny chickens, my dick whores be lickin'\n50-Pound loads to their jaws they sippin'\nAnd anything I'm rhymin' on\nWill spit flames through the roof like\nGonorrheic niggas pissin' with a condom on\n\nHad to do these tricks, slappin' cuties' butts\nDip my balls in vodka, I'm absolutely nuts!\nWho's gonna spit, bruisin' your clique\nIf you nice on the mic, I'm Uncle Scrooge in this bitch\nIf you bitch, fuck your mouth, that's how the violence starts\nMore kids know my name than Mike Jackson's private parts\n\nFuck your roster, my clique burn labels\nDutchmaster scratch your fuckin' face off with a turntable\n\n\"Raw, I'ma give it to ya\"\n\"Sounds so raw\"\n\"1000 Rhymes are uncut\"\n\"Raw, I'ma give it to ya\"\n\n\"R.A. The Rugged Man\"\n\"Watch me cook this verse\"\n\n\"Raw, I'ma give it to ya\"\n\"Sounds so raw\"\n\"1000 Rhymes are uncut\"\n\"Raw, I'ma give it to ya\"\n\n\"R.A. The Rugged Man\"\n\"Raw without a doubt\"","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Raw\n  artist: Saigon, Inspectah Deck, Bekay\n  album: The Raw\n  duration_ms: 223000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  \"Raw, I'ma give it to ya\"\n  \"Sounds so raw\"\n  \"1000 Rhymes are uncut\"\n  \"Raw, I'ma give it to ya\"\n\n  \"R.A. The Rugged Man\"\n  \"Watch me cook this verse\"\n\n  \"Raw, I'ma give it to ya\"\n  \"Sounds so raw\"\n  \"1000 Rhymes are uncut\"\n  \"Raw, I'ma give it to ya\"\n\n  \"R.A. The Rugged Man\"\n  \"Raw without a doubt\"\n\n  On the average night, I'm likely to stab a bitch with a knife\n  That's when I'm chillin', imagine when I'm mad, what it's like\n  Damn right it's a disastrous sight\n  Why you think I've been in prison more than half of my life?\n  My life, wolves, bloods and crips duckin the Dicks\n  We don't like basketball, but still with them Knicks\n\n  Dimes, twenties, fifties and bricks\n  Sell my aunt shit if the crack need a fix, it's strictly for chips\n\n  Do whatever it take, to fakes I could never relate\n  Y'all can chill long as my cheddar is straight\n  But if I'm broke, shit, I'ma load the Beretta with eight\n  Show y'all niggas my gun game is better than great\n\n  Little coke baby, ignorant son of a black lady\n  Who never bothered to teach you 'cause the bitch was that shady\n  Recognize nigga we can settle the score\n\n  Big Si, Dutchmaster, we reppin' the raw, bitch!\n\n  \"Raw, I'ma give it to ya\"\n  \"Sounds so raw\"\n  \"1000 Rhymes are uncut\"\n  \"Raw, I'ma give it to ya\"\n  \"R.A. The Rugged Man\"\n  \"Watch me cook this verse\"\n\n  Yo, it's war, want it all, man, nothin's enough\n  I'm on the chow line doublin' up, cousin, it's us\n  Pimpin' out the toy trucks, pumpin' the clutch\n  Swoop through on the grave shift, dump on you ducks\n  Above the law, still duckin' the cuffs, still cockin' the truck\n  I hold you hostage, come up with the bucks\n  In the mean streets, stuck in the lust\n\n  Never trusted in trust, when the pressure's on, perform in the clutch\n  What my hand deal, call it a flush, nigga fall on your nuts\n\n  Northern Lights rap, caught with the rush\n  Burnin' big buds, tossin' it up, flossin' and such\n  The broad with the pink Porsche ballin' with us\n\n  See my war face, the project halls is rough\n  With a satellite phone you couldn't call my bluff\n  Many run-ins with Jakes left my jaw to scuff\n  On some what? Paper chasin' from dawn to dusk, what?!\n\n  \"Raw, I'ma give it to ya\"\n  \"Sounds so raw\"\n  \"1000 Rhymes are uncut\"\n  \"Raw, I'ma give it to ya\"\n  \"R.A. The Rugged Man\"\n  \"Raw without a doubt\"\n\n  Yo, BK's the reason that your label got a street team\n  The definition of a street dream, listen to the streets scream!\n  The game made the pain in my brain longer\n  But I'm like Magic with AIDS, what don't kill you makes you stronger\n\n  Corny chickens, my dick whores be lickin'\n  50-Pound loads to their jaws they sippin'\n  And anything I'm rhymin' on\n  Will spit flames through the roof like\n  Gonorrheic niggas pissin' with a condom on\n\n  Had to do these tricks, slappin' cuties' butts\n  Dip my balls in vodka, I'm absolutely nuts!\n  Who's gonna spit, bruisin' your clique\n  If you nice on the mic, I'm Uncle Scrooge in this bitch\n  If you bitch, fuck your mouth, that's how the violence starts\n  More kids know my name than Mike Jackson's private parts\n\n  Fuck your roster, my clique burn labels\n  Dutchmaster scratch your fuckin' face off with a turntable\n\n  \"Raw, I'ma give it to ya\"\n  \"Sounds so raw\"\n  \"1000 Rhymes are uncut\"\n  \"Raw, I'ma give it to ya\"\n\n  \"R.A. The Rugged Man\"\n  \"Watch me cook this verse\"\n\n  \"Raw, I'ma give it to ya\"\n  \"Sounds so raw\"\n  \"1000 Rhymes are uncut\"\n  \"Raw, I'ma give it to ya\"\n\n  \"R.A. The Rugged Man\"\n  \"Raw without a doubt\"\n"},{"id":29790415,"name":"213-inspectah_deck_feat_saigon_and_bekay-the_raw","trackName":"213-inspectah_deck_feat_saigon_and_bekay-the_raw","artistName":"inspectah deck feat saigon and bekay","albumName":"Dr. Dre 2008","duration":221.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"\"Raw, I'mma give it to ya\" - ] Rakim\n\"Sounds so raw\" - ] Rakim\n\"One thousand rhymes are uncut\" - ] Rakim\n\"Raw, I'mma give it to ya\" - ] Rakim\n\"R-A-W\" - ] Rakim\n\"Watch me cook this raw shit\" - ] Rakim\n\"Raw, I'mma give it to ya\" - ] Rakim\n\"Sounds so raw\" - ] Rakim\n\"One thousand rhymes are uncut\" - ] Rakim\n\"Raw, I'mma give it to ya\" - ] Rakim\n\"R-A-W\" - ] Rakim\n\"Raw without a doubt\"\n\nOn the average night, I'm likely to stab a fag with a knife\nThat's when I'm chillin', imagine when I'm mad what it's like\nDamn right, it's a disastrous sight\nWhy you think I been in prison more than half of my life?\nMy life, wolves, bloods and crips, duckin' the dicks\nWe don't like basketball but still fuck with them Knicks\nDimes, twenties, fifties and bricks\nSell my aunt dope if the bitch need a fix, it's strictly for chips\nDo whatever it takes, to fakes, I could never relate\nY'all could chill long as my cheddar is straight\nBut if I'm broke, shit, I'mma load the Beretta with eight\nShow y'all niggas my gun game is better than great\nLittle crack baby, ignorant son of a black lady\nWho never bothered to teach you 'cause the bitch was that shady\nRecognize, nigga, we could settle the score\nBig Si, Dutchmaster, we reppin' the raw, bitch\n\n\"Raw, I'mma give it to ya\" - ] Rakim\n\"Sounds so raw\" - ] Rakim\n\"One thousand rhymes are uncut\" - ] Rakim\n\"Raw, I'mma give it to ya\" - ] Rakim\n\"R-A-W\" - ] Rakim\n\"Watch me cook this raw shit\" - ] Rakim\n\"Raw without a doubt\"\n\nYo, it's war, want it all, man, nothing's enough\nI'm on the chow line doubling up, cousin and sons\nPimpin' out the toy trucks, pumpin' the clutch\nSwoop through on the grave shift, dump on you thugs\nAbove the law, still duckin' the cuffs, still fuckin' the truck\nI'll hold you hostage, come up with the bucks\nIn the mean streets stuck in the lust, never trusted in trust\nWhen the pressure's on, perform in the clutch\nWhat my hand deal, call it a flush, think of ballin', you're nuts\nNorthern Lights rap, caught with the rush\nBurnin' big buds, tossin' it up, flossin' and such\nThe broad with the pink paws ballin' with us\nSee my war face, the projects, halls is rough\nWith a satellite phone, you couldn't call my bluff\nMany run-ins with jakes left my jaw to scuff\nOn some what? Paper chasin' from dawn to dusk, what?\n\n\"Raw, I'mma give it to ya\" - ] Rakim\n\"Sounds so raw\" - ] Rakim\n\"One thousand rhymes are uncut\" - ] Rakim\n\"Raw, I'mma give it to ya\" - ] Rakim\n\"R-A-W\" - ] Rakim\n\"Watch me cook this raw shit\" - ] Rakim\n\"Raw without a doubt\"\n\nYo, BK's the reason that your label got a street team\nThe definition of a street dream, listen to the street scream\nThe game made the pain in my brain longer\nBut I'm like magic with AIDS, what don't kill you makes you stronger\nCorny chickens, my dick, whores be lickin'\nFifty pound loads to they jaws they sippin'\nAnd anything I'm rhymin' on will spit flames through the roof\nLike gonorrhea dick, pissin' with a condom on\nHad to do these sluts, slap them cutie butts\nDip my balls in vodka, I'm absolutely nuts\nWho's gonna spit? Bruisin' your clique\nIf you nice on the mic, I'm Uncle Scrooge in this bitch\nYour big fuckin' mouth is how the violence starts\nMore kids know my name than Mike Jackson's private parts\nFuck your roster, my clique burn labels\nDutchmaster scratch your fuckin' face off with a turntable\n\n\"Raw, I'mma give it to ya\" - ] Rakim\n\"Sounds so raw\" - ] Rakim\n\"One thousand rhymes are uncut\" - ] Rakim\n\"Raw, I'mma give it to ya\" - ] Rakim\n\"R-A-W\" - ] Rakim\n\"Watch me cook this raw shit\" - ] Rakim\n\"Raw, I'mma give it to ya\" - ] Rakim\n\"Sounds so raw\" - ] Rakim\n\"One thousand rhymes are uncut\" - ] Rakim\n\"Raw, I'mma give it to ya\" - ] Rakim\n\"R-A-W\" - ] Rakim\n\"Raw without a doubt\"","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: 213-inspectah_deck_feat_saigon_and_bekay-the_raw\n  artist: inspectah deck feat saigon and bekay\n  album: Dr. Dre 2008\n  duration_ms: 221000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  \"Raw, I'mma give it to ya\" - ] Rakim\n  \"Sounds so raw\" - ] Rakim\n  \"One thousand rhymes are uncut\" - ] Rakim\n  \"Raw, I'mma give it to ya\" - ] Rakim\n  \"R-A-W\" - ] Rakim\n  \"Watch me cook this raw shit\" - ] Rakim\n  \"Raw, I'mma give it to ya\" - ] Rakim\n  \"Sounds so raw\" - ] Rakim\n  \"One thousand rhymes are uncut\" - ] Rakim\n  \"Raw, I'mma give it to ya\" - ] Rakim\n  \"R-A-W\" - ] Rakim\n  \"Raw without a doubt\"\n\n  On the average night, I'm likely to stab a fag with a knife\n  That's when I'm chillin', imagine when I'm mad what it's like\n  Damn right, it's a disastrous sight\n  Why you think I been in prison more than half of my life?\n  My life, wolves, bloods and crips, duckin' the dicks\n  We don't like basketball but still fuck with them Knicks\n  Dimes, twenties, fifties and bricks\n  Sell my aunt dope if the bitch need a fix, it's strictly for chips\n  Do whatever it takes, to fakes, I could never relate\n  Y'all could chill long as my cheddar is straight\n  But if I'm broke, shit, I'mma load the Beretta with eight\n  Show y'all niggas my gun game is better than great\n  Little crack baby, ignorant son of a black lady\n  Who never bothered to teach you 'cause the bitch was that shady\n  Recognize, nigga, we could settle the score\n  Big Si, Dutchmaster, we reppin' the raw, bitch\n\n  \"Raw, I'mma give it to ya\" - ] Rakim\n  \"Sounds so raw\" - ] Rakim\n  \"One thousand rhymes are uncut\" - ] Rakim\n  \"Raw, I'mma give it to ya\" - ] Rakim\n  \"R-A-W\" - ] Rakim\n  \"Watch me cook this raw shit\" - ] Rakim\n  \"Raw without a doubt\"\n\n  Yo, it's war, want it all, man, nothing's enough\n  I'm on the chow line doubling up, cousin and sons\n  Pimpin' out the toy trucks, pumpin' the clutch\n  Swoop through on the grave shift, dump on you thugs\n  Above the law, still duckin' the cuffs, still fuckin' the truck\n  I'll hold you hostage, come up with the bucks\n  In the mean streets stuck in the lust, never trusted in trust\n  When the pressure's on, perform in the clutch\n  What my hand deal, call it a flush, think of ballin', you're nuts\n  Northern Lights rap, caught with the rush\n  Burnin' big buds, tossin' it up, flossin' and such\n  The broad with the pink paws ballin' with us\n  See my war face, the projects, halls is rough\n  With a satellite phone, you couldn't call my bluff\n  Many run-ins with jakes left my jaw to scuff\n  On some what? Paper chasin' from dawn to dusk, what?\n\n  \"Raw, I'mma give it to ya\" - ] Rakim\n  \"Sounds so raw\" - ] Rakim\n  \"One thousand rhymes are uncut\" - ] Rakim\n  \"Raw, I'mma give it to ya\" - ] Rakim\n  \"R-A-W\" - ] Rakim\n  \"Watch me cook this raw shit\" - ] Rakim\n  \"Raw without a doubt\"\n\n  Yo, BK's the reason that your label got a street team\n  The definition of a street dream, listen to the street scream\n  The game made the pain in my brain longer\n  But I'm like magic with AIDS, what don't kill you makes you stronger\n  Corny chickens, my dick, whores be lickin'\n  Fifty pound loads to they jaws they sippin'\n  And anything I'm rhymin' on will spit flames through the roof\n  Like gonorrhea dick, pissin' with a condom on\n  Had to do these sluts, slap them cutie butts\n  Dip my balls in vodka, I'm absolutely nuts\n  Who's gonna spit? Bruisin' your clique\n  If you nice on the mic, I'm Uncle Scrooge in this bitch\n  Your big fuckin' mouth is how the violence starts\n  More kids know my name than Mike Jackson's private parts\n  Fuck your roster, my clique burn labels\n  Dutchmaster scratch your fuckin' face off with a turntable\n\n  \"Raw, I'mma give it to ya\" - ] Rakim\n  \"Sounds so raw\" - ] Rakim\n  \"One thousand rhymes are uncut\" - ] Rakim\n  \"Raw, I'mma give it to ya\" - ] Rakim\n  \"R-A-W\" - ] Rakim\n  \"Watch me cook this raw shit\" - ] Rakim\n  \"Raw, I'mma give it to ya\" - ] Rakim\n  \"Sounds so raw\" - ] Rakim\n  \"One thousand rhymes are uncut\" - ] Rakim\n  \"Raw, I'mma give it to ya\" - ] Rakim\n  \"R-A-W\" - ] Rakim\n  \"Raw without a doubt\"\n"},{"id":24015393,"name":"The Raw (Feat. Saigon & Inspectah Deck) (Prod. By Street Orchestra)","trackName":"The Raw (Feat. Saigon & Inspectah Deck) (Prod. By Street Orchestra)","artistName":"Bekay","albumName":"Hunger Pains","duration":220.186122,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(feat. DJ Dutchmaster, Inspectah Deck & Saigon)\n\n[Saigon]\nOn the average night, I'm likely to stab a fag with a knife\nThat's when I'm chilling, imagine when I'm mad what it's like\nDamn right it's a disasterous sight\nWhy you think I've been in prison more than half of my life\nMy life, wolves, bloods and crips, duckin' the digs\nWe don't like basketball, but still fuck with the knicks\nDimes, twenties, fifties and bricks\nSummer art though, if the bitch need a fix, it's triple the tips\nDo whatever it takes, the fakes, I can never relate\nYa'll can chill as long as my cheddar is straight\nBut if I'm broke, shit, I'ma load the beretta with eight\nShow y'all niggaz my gun game is better than great\nLittle crack baby, ignorant son of a black lady\nWho never bothered to teach you cause the bitch was that shady\nRecognize nigga, we can settle the score\nBig Sai', Dutchmaster, we reppin' the raw\n\n[Chorus: DJ Dutchmaster scratches up samples]\n\"Raw I'ma give it to ya\" - U-God\n\"Down and so raw, a thousand grams of uncut cook it up - Biggie\n\"Raw I'ma give it to ya\" - U-God\n\"R.A.W., watch us cook this hood shit\"\n\n[Inspectah Deck]\nIt's war, I want it all, man, nothing's enough\nI'm on the chatline doubling up, cousin it's us\nPimpin' out the toy trucks, pumpin' the clutch\nSmooth through on the graveshift, dump on you ducks\nAbove the law, still duckin' the cuffs, still fuck in the truck\nI hold you hostage, corrupt with the bust\nIn the mean streets, stuck in the lust, never trusted in trust\nWhen the pressure's on, perform in the clutch\nWhen my hand deal, call it a flush, think I'm fallin', you nuts\nNorthern Lights rap, caught with the rush\nBurn a big bud, tossing it up, flossin' is up\nThe raw with the big paw, ballin' with us\nSee my warface, the project halls is rough\nWith a satellite phone you couldn't call my bluff\nMany runnings with jake, left my jaw to scuff\nOn some what, paper chasing, from dawn to dusk\n\n[Chorus w/ \"Raw without a doubt\" as last line]\n\n[Bekay]\nBekay's the reason that your label got a street team\nThe definition of a street dream, listen to the streets scream\nThe game made the pain, I'ma bring longer\nBut I'm like Magic with AIDS, what don't kill you make you stronger\nCorny chickens, my dick, whores be licking\nFifty pound loads, to they jaw, they sipping\nAnd anything I'm rhyming on, will spit flames to the roof\nLike gonorrhea dick, pissing with a condom on\nHad to do these slugs, locked in cutie's butts\nDip my balls in vodka, I'm absolutely nuts\nWhose gonna spit, bruise in your clit\nIf you nice on the mic, I'ma put screws in this bitch\nYour big fucking mouth just had a violent start\nMore kids know my name than Mike Jackson's private parts\nFuck your roster, my click burn labels\nDutchmaster scratch your fuckin' face off with a turntable\n\n[Chorus 2X]","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Raw (Feat. Saigon & Inspectah Deck) (Prod. By Street Orchestra)\n  artist: Bekay\n  album: Hunger Pains\n  duration_ms: 220186\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (feat. DJ Dutchmaster, Inspectah Deck & Saigon)\n\n  [Saigon]\n  On the average night, I'm likely to stab a fag with a knife\n  That's when I'm chilling, imagine when I'm mad what it's like\n  Damn right it's a disasterous sight\n  Why you think I've been in prison more than half of my life\n  My life, wolves, bloods and crips, duckin' the digs\n  We don't like basketball, but still fuck with the knicks\n  Dimes, twenties, fifties and bricks\n  Summer art though, if the bitch need a fix, it's triple the tips\n  Do whatever it takes, the fakes, I can never relate\n  Ya'll can chill as long as my cheddar is straight\n  But if I'm broke, shit, I'ma load the beretta with eight\n  Show y'all niggaz my gun game is better than great\n  Little crack baby, ignorant son of a black lady\n  Who never bothered to teach you cause the bitch was that shady\n  Recognize nigga, we can settle the score\n  Big Sai', Dutchmaster, we reppin' the raw\n\n  [Chorus: DJ Dutchmaster scratches up samples]\n  \"Raw I'ma give it to ya\" - U-God\n  \"Down and so raw, a thousand grams of uncut cook it up - Biggie\n  \"Raw I'ma give it to ya\" - U-God\n  \"R.A.W., watch us cook this hood shit\"\n\n  [Inspectah Deck]\n  It's war, I want it all, man, nothing's enough\n  I'm on the chatline doubling up, cousin it's us\n  Pimpin' out the toy trucks, pumpin' the clutch\n  Smooth through on the graveshift, dump on you ducks\n  Above the law, still duckin' the cuffs, still fuck in the truck\n  I hold you hostage, corrupt with the bust\n  In the mean streets, stuck in the lust, never trusted in trust\n  When the pressure's on, perform in the clutch\n  When my hand deal, call it a flush, think I'm fallin', you nuts\n  Northern Lights rap, caught with the rush\n  Burn a big bud, tossing it up, flossin' is up\n  The raw with the big paw, ballin' with us\n  See my warface, the project halls is rough\n  With a satellite phone you couldn't call my bluff\n  Many runnings with jake, left my jaw to scuff\n  On some what, paper chasing, from dawn to dusk\n\n  [Chorus w/ \"Raw without a doubt\" as last line]\n\n  [Bekay]\n  Bekay's the reason that your label got a street team\n  The definition of a street dream, listen to the streets scream\n  The game made the pain, I'ma bring longer\n  But I'm like Magic with AIDS, what don't kill you make you stronger\n  Corny chickens, my dick, whores be licking\n  Fifty pound loads, to they jaw, they sipping\n  And anything I'm rhyming on, will spit flames to the roof\n  Like gonorrhea dick, pissing with a condom on\n  Had to do these slugs, locked in cutie's butts\n  Dip my balls in vodka, I'm absolutely nuts\n  Whose gonna spit, bruise in your clit\n  If you nice on the mic, I'ma put screws in this bitch\n  Your big fucking mouth just had a violent start\n  More kids know my name than Mike Jackson's private parts\n  Fuck your roster, my click burn labels\n  Dutchmaster scratch your fuckin' face off with a turntable\n\n  [Chorus 2X]\n"}]