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trash on the set\nPass me a check cause nigga don't be rappin for free\nRap for a fee, producers, I rap for a beat\nFuck around and get smacked with the heat, wrapped in a sheet, cremate 'em\nLoved across the board, P. hate 'em\nI don't like thugs (thugs), I don't like nerds\nI don't like myself and I hate bein disturbed\nI hate seein you birds, hummin, stunt on the block\nSuckin cock for a hundred a 'wap\nGet a job, I used to sell rocks in front of my mom's building\nTwelve hundred a day, now me and my moms chillin\nUh, I write raps, make five stacks a show\nSell white to white people, stay playin in snow (okay)\nStay rakin in dough (yeah), you stay hatin the flow\nAssault and battery, I stay breakin your nose\n\n[Hook - scratching of samples] - w/ ad libs\n\"So what\"\n\"Just wonder why he's fuckin crazy\"\n\"Holdin it down, for New York City\"\n\"It's (BK), it's (all day)\"\n\"Critically acclaimed, criminals to blame ...\"\n\"Somewhere\"","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: 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criminals to blame\"\n  \"When it comes to verbs, I be flippin\n  Cause herbs just be shittin off the words I be kickin\"\n  \"Say word\"\n  \"That's word, Sean don't give a (give a)\"\n\n  Haha, what up?\n  Yo, Sean P, Statik Selek', pass me the sket\n  Shot the first whack rapper spittin trash on the set\n  Pass me a check cause nigga don't be rappin for free\n  Rap for a fee, producers, I rap for a beat\n  Fuck around and get smacked with the heat, wrapped in a sheet, cremate 'em\n  Loved across the board, P. hate 'em\n  I don't like thugs (thugs), I don't like nerds\n  I don't like myself and I hate bein disturbed\n  I hate seein you birds, hummin, stunt on the block\n  Suckin cock for a hundred a 'wap\n  Get a job, I used to sell rocks in front of my mom's building\n  Twelve hundred a day, now me and my moms chillin\n  Uh, I write raps, make five stacks a show\n  Sell white to white people, stay playin in snow (okay)\n  Stay rakin in dough (yeah), you stay hatin the flow\n  Assault and battery, I stay breakin your nose\n\n  [Hook - scratching of samples] - w/ ad libs\n  \"So what\"\n  \"Just wonder why he's fuckin crazy\"\n  \"Holdin it down, for New York City\"\n  \"It's (BK), it's (all day)\"\n  \"Critically acclaimed, criminals to blame ...\"\n  \"Somewhere\"\n"},{"id":6229433,"name":"Critically Acclaimed (feat. 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scratching of samples] - w/ ad libs'\n  start_ms: 185420\n  end_ms: 186690\n- text: '\"So what\"'\n  start_ms: 186690\n  end_ms: 187430\n- text: '\"Just wonder why he''s fuckin crazy\"'\n  start_ms: 187430\n  end_ms: 189020\n- text: '\"Holdin it down, for New York City\"'\n  start_ms: 189020\n  end_ms: 191470\n- text: '\"It''s (BK), it''s (all day)\"'\n  start_ms: 191470\n  end_ms: 193290\n- text: '\"Critically acclaimed, criminals to blame ...\"'\n  start_ms: 193290\n  end_ms: 195700\n- text: '\"Somewhere\"'\n  start_ms: 195700\n  end_ms: 197610\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 197610\nplain: |-\n  - Sample from \"Let The Sunshine In\" from the musical \"Hair\"]\n  \"New told lies, with supreme visions of lonely tunes\"\n\n  Uh, what the fuck, what the fuck, huh?\n  Uh, if I ask you who's your top 10 greatest rappers dead or alive\n  And you don't mention my name, I'm a blacken your eyes\n  I'm from the bottom of the 'ville, duke I had to survive\n  Where them snakes that'll murder your fam' and then slap you a five\n  Keep it goin now, P.E. shit, hoein now\n  Big bag of white widow, kiddo (throw it down)\n  It's the death of a MC, death of the Auto-Tune\n  Death of the motherfuckin engineer that recorded to ya\n  You're spaced out, what the fuck you recordin for motherfuckers on the moon?\n  This is for my real corner goons\n  It's Fame (M.O.P.), back at it again\n  Cop killer, slugs, black 'matic and gauge\n  Niggas ain't gon' give me my credit\n  So hear's a couple of curse words for y'all niggas to edit\n  Suck a dick, you trick punk bitch\n  You fuckin with the Brownsville warriors, I'm so glorious\n\n  [Hook - scrathing of samples] - w/ ad libs\n  \"Tell 'em Fame\"\n  \"Lil' Fame in the\"\n  \"Holdin it down, for New York City\"\n  \"It's (BK), it's (all day)\"\n  \"Statik Selektah\"\n  \"Critically acclaimed, criminals to blame\"\n  \"New York, is takin the scene back\"\n  \"Yes sir\"\n  \"The whole's most underrated\"\n  \"I'm showin off for Statik\"\n  \"Brownsville\"\n\n  Haha, look\n  Oh I get it, you thought you was dealin with some regular niggas\n  Fishermen'll find your fuckin head in a river\n  See my competitors quiver, holdin slugs, I'd rather deliver\n  Yeah I got locked but I'm here, he a dead nigga\n  You can't compare it, I hear niggas with 25, say fuck inside, I'm a wear it\n  From dead niggas, I don't hear shit\n  Think before you risk losin your health\n  Niggas grillin me, should understand man, you're just confusin yourself\n  Cause I don't buy that, that shit is whack, it's a smart act\n  Tell a cat let's do a car jack, see where his heart at\n  If he refuse it, then a nilpotent might lose it\n  If he do it, we gon' see he fuckin stupid and use it\n  To make 'em do shit, like rob a club with a pool stick\n  On a train stickin chicks in they tit with a toothpick\n  Lay back and laugh at this jackass\n  Make 'em let me use his army coat pocket as my personal crack stash\n  If he ever back lash, let the black MAC\n  Blast from the back of his cap up to the crack of his ass\n  Look it here, niggas took it there, like a crook'll care\n  I unload, all ya hear is blooka blooka yeah, blooka yeah, nigga\n\n  [Hook - scratching of samples] - w/ ad libs\n  \"Saigon-Saigon the Don\"\n  \"Holdin it down, for New York City\"\n  \"It's (BK), it's (all day)\"\n  \"Critically acclaimed, criminals to blame\"\n  \"When it comes to verbs, I be flippin\n  Cause herbs just be shittin off the words I be kickin\"\n  \"Say word\"\n  \"That's word, Sean don't give a (give a)\"\n\n  Haha, what up?\n  Yo, Sean P, Statik Selek', pass me the sket\n  Shot the first whack rapper spittin trash on the set\n  Pass me a check cause nigga don't be rappin for free\n  Rap for a fee, producers, I rap for a beat\n  Fuck around and get smacked with the heat, wrapped in a sheet, cremate 'em\n  Loved across the board, P. hate 'em\n  I don't like thugs (thugs), I don't like nerds\n  I don't like myself and I hate bein disturbed\n  I hate seein you birds, hummin, stunt on the block\n  Suckin cock for a hundred a 'wap\n  Get a job, I used to sell rocks in front of my mom's building\n  Twelve hundred a day, now me and my moms chillin\n  Uh, I write raps, make five stacks a show\n  Sell white to white people, stay playin in snow (okay)\n  Stay rakin in dough (yeah), you stay hatin the flow\n  Assault and battery, I stay breakin your nose\n\n  [Hook - scratching of samples] - w/ ad libs\n  \"So what\"\n  \"Just wonder why he's fuckin crazy\"\n  \"Holdin it down, for New York City\"\n  \"It's (BK), it's (all day)\"\n  \"Critically acclaimed, criminals to blame ...\"\n  \"Somewhere\"\n"},{"id":29304092,"name":"Critically Acclaimed (Feat. 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scrathing of samples] - w/ ad libs\n\"Tell 'em Fame\"\n\"Lil' Fame in the\"\n\"Holdin it down, for New York City\"\n\"It's (BK), it's (all day)\"\n\"Statik Selektah\"\n\"Critically acclaimed, criminals to blame\"\n\"New York, is takin the scene back\"\n\"Yes sir\"\n\"The whole's most underrated\"\n\"I'm showin off for Statik\"\n\"Brownsville\"\n\nHaha, look\nOh I get it, you thought you was dealin with some regular niggas\nFishermen'll find your fuckin head in a river\nSee my competitors quiver, holdin slugs, I'd rather deliver\nYeah I got locked but I'm here, he a dead nigga\nYou can't compare it, I hear niggas with 25, say fuck inside, I'm a wear it\nFrom dead niggas, I don't hear shit\nThink before you risk losin your health\nNiggas grillin me, should understand man, you're just confusin yourself\nCause I don't buy that, that shit is whack, it's a smart act\nTell a cat let's do a car jack, see where his heart at\nIf he refuse it, then a nilpotent might lose it\nIf he do it, we gon' see he fuckin stupid and use it\nTo make 'em do shit, like rob a club with a pool stick\nOn a train stickin chicks in they tit with a toothpick\nLay back and laugh at this jackass\nMake 'em let me use his army coat pocket as my personal crack stash\nIf he ever back lash, let the black MAC\nBlast from the back of his cap up to the crack of his ass\nLook it here, niggas took it there, like a crook'll care\nI unload, all ya hear is blooka blooka yeah, blooka yeah, nigga\n\n[Hook - scratching of samples] - w/ ad libs\n\"Saigon-Saigon the Don\"\n\"Holdin it down, for New York City\"\n\"It's (BK), it's (all day)\"\n\"Critically acclaimed, criminals to blame\"\n\"When it comes to verbs, I be flippin\nCause herbs just be shittin off the words I be kickin\"\n\"Say word\"\n\"That's word, Sean don't give a (give a)\"\n\nHaha, what up?\nYo, Sean P, Statik Selek', pass me the sket\nShot the first whack rapper spittin trash on the set\nPass me a check cause nigga don't be rappin for free\nRap for a fee, producers, I rap for a beat\nFuck around and get smacked with the heat, wrapped in a sheet, cremate 'em\nLoved across the board, P. hate 'em\nI don't like thugs (thugs), I don't like nerds\nI don't like myself and I hate bein disturbed\nI hate seein you birds, hummin, stunt on the block\nSuckin cock for a hundred a 'wap\nGet a job, I used to sell rocks in front of my mom's building\nTwelve hundred a day, now me and my moms chillin\nUh, I write raps, make five stacks a show\nSell white to white people, stay playin in snow (okay)\nStay rakin in dough (yeah), you stay hatin the flow\nAssault and battery, I stay breakin your nose\n\n[Hook - scratching of samples] - w/ ad libs\n\"So what\"\n\"Just wonder why he's fuckin crazy\"\n\"Holdin it down, for New York City\"\n\"It's (BK), it's (all day)\"\n\"Critically acclaimed, criminals to blame ...\"\n\"Somewhere\"","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.68] - Sample from \"Let The Sunshine In\" from the musical \"Hair\"]\n[00:03.26] \"New told lies, with supreme visions of lonely tunes\"\n[00:08.02] Uh, what the fuck, what the fuck, huh?\n[00:09.67] Uh, if I ask you who's your top 10 greatest rappers dead or alive\n[00:13.62] And you don't mention my name, I'm a blacken your eyes\n[00:16.46] I'm from the bottom of the 'ville, duke I had to survive\n[00:18.80] Where them snakes that'll murder your fam' and then slap you a five\n[00:21.47] Keep it goin now, P.E. shit, hoein now\n[00:23.93] Big bag of white widow, kiddo (throw it down)\n[00:26.06] It's the death of a MC, death of the Auto-Tune\n[00:29.26] Death of the motherfuckin engineer that recorded to ya\n[00:31.81] You're spaced out, what the fuck you recordin for motherfuckers on the moon?\n[00:34.99] This is for my real corner goons\n[00:36.93] It's Fame (M.O.P.), back at it again\n[00:39.12] Cop killer, slugs, black 'matic and gauge\n[00:42.17] Niggas ain't gon' give me my credit\n[00:44.22] So hear's a couple of curse words for y'all niggas to edit\n[00:47.03] Suck a dick, you trick punk bitch\n[00:49.24] You fuckin with the Brownsville warriors, I'm so glorious\n[00:52.23] [Hook - scrathing of samples] - w/ ad libs\n[00:53.19] \"Tell 'em Fame\"\n[00:54.29] \"Lil' Fame in the\"\n[00:55.39] \"Holdin it down, for New York City\"\n[00:57.86] \"It's (BK), it's (all day)\"\n[00:59.56] \"Statik Selektah\"\n[01:00.23] \"Critically acclaimed, criminals to blame\"\n[01:02.04] \"New York, is takin the scene back\"\n[01:04.44] \"Yes sir\"\n[01:05.43] \"The whole's most underrated\"\n[01:06.87] \"I'm showin off for Statik\"\n[01:08.49] \"Brownsville\"\n[01:10.00] Haha, look\n[01:11.24] Oh I get it, you thought you was dealin with some regular niggas\n[01:14.30] Fishermen'll find your fuckin head in a river\n[01:17.07] See my competitors quiver, holdin slugs, I'd rather deliver\n[01:19.76] Yeah I got locked but I'm here, he a dead nigga\n[01:22.57] You can't compare it, I hear niggas with 25, say fuck inside, I'm a wear it\n[01:26.27] From dead niggas, I don't hear shit\n[01:27.73] Think before you risk losin your health\n[01:29.70] Niggas grillin me, should understand man, you're just confusin yourself\n[01:32.53] Cause I don't buy that, that shit is whack, it's a smart act\n[01:35.20] Tell a cat let's do a car jack, see where his heart at\n[01:37.72] If he refuse it, then a nilpotent might lose it\n[01:40.33] If he do it, we gon' see he fuckin stupid and use it\n[01:42.84] To make 'em do shit, like rob a club with a pool stick\n[01:45.34] On a train stickin chicks in they tit with a toothpick\n[01:47.91] Lay back and laugh at this jackass\n[01:49.86] Make 'em let me use his army coat pocket as my personal crack stash\n[01:52.68] If he ever back lash, let the black MAC\n[01:55.56] Blast from the back of his cap up to the crack of his ass\n[01:58.09] Look it here, niggas took it there, like a crook'll care\n[02:00.77] I unload, all ya hear is blooka blooka yeah, blooka yeah, nigga\n[02:04.45] [Hook - scratching of samples] - w/ ad libs\n[02:05.58] \"Saigon-Saigon the Don\"\n[02:06.74] \"Holdin it down, for New York City\"\n[02:08.72] \"It's (BK), it's (all day)\"\n[02:10.43] \"Critically acclaimed, criminals to blame\"\n[02:13.38] \"When it comes to verbs, I be flippin\n[02:16.48] Cause herbs just be shittin off the words I be kickin\"\n[02:18.64] \"Say word\"\n[02:19.96] \"That's word, Sean don't give a (give a)\"\n[02:21.65] Haha, what up?\n[02:23.84] Yo, Sean P, Statik Selek', pass me the sket\n[02:26.50] Shot the first whack rapper spittin trash on the set\n[02:29.26] Pass me a check cause nigga don't be rappin for free\n[02:31.62] Rap for a fee, producers, I rap for a beat\n[02:34.48] Fuck around and get smacked with the heat, wrapped in a sheet, cremate 'em\n[02:37.53] Loved across the board, P. hate 'em\n[02:39.88] I don't like thugs (thugs), I don't like nerds\n[02:42.42] I don't like myself and I hate bein disturbed\n[02:44.74] I hate seein you birds, hummin, stunt on the block\n[02:47.22] Suckin cock for a hundred a 'wap\n[02:49.41] Get a job, I used to sell rocks in front of my mom's building\n[02:52.46] Twelve hundred a day, now me and my moms chillin\n[02:55.06] Uh, I write raps, make five stacks a show\n[02:57.85] Sell white to white people, stay playin in snow (okay)\n[03:00.51] Stay rakin in dough (yeah), you stay hatin the flow\n[03:03.07] Assault and battery, I stay breakin your nose\n[03:05.42] [Hook - scratching of samples] - w/ ad libs\n[03:06.69] \"So what\"\n[03:07.43] \"Just wonder why he's fuckin crazy\"\n[03:09.02] \"Holdin it down, for New York City\"\n[03:11.47] \"It's (BK), it's (all day)\"\n[03:13.29] \"Critically acclaimed, criminals to blame ...\"\n[03:15.70] \"Somewhere\"\n[03:17.61] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Critically Acclaimed (Feat. 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scrathing of samples] - w/ ad libs\n  \"Tell 'em Fame\"\n  \"Lil' Fame in the\"\n  \"Holdin it down, for New York City\"\n  \"It's (BK), it's (all day)\"\n  \"Statik Selektah\"\n  \"Critically acclaimed, criminals to blame\"\n  \"New York, is takin the scene back\"\n  \"Yes sir\"\n  \"The whole's most underrated\"\n  \"I'm showin off for Statik\"\n  \"Brownsville\"\n\n  Haha, look\n  Oh I get it, you thought you was dealin with some regular niggas\n  Fishermen'll find your fuckin head in a river\n  See my competitors quiver, holdin slugs, I'd rather deliver\n  Yeah I got locked but I'm here, he a dead nigga\n  You can't compare it, I hear niggas with 25, say fuck inside, I'm a wear it\n  From dead niggas, I don't hear shit\n  Think before you risk losin your health\n  Niggas grillin me, should understand man, you're just confusin yourself\n  Cause I don't buy that, that shit is whack, it's a smart act\n  Tell a cat let's do a car jack, see where his heart at\n  If he refuse it, then a nilpotent might lose it\n  If he do it, we gon' see he fuckin stupid and use it\n  To make 'em do shit, like rob a club with a pool stick\n  On a train stickin chicks in they tit with a toothpick\n  Lay back and laugh at this jackass\n  Make 'em let me use his army coat pocket as my personal crack stash\n  If he ever back lash, let the black MAC\n  Blast from the back of his cap up to the crack of his ass\n  Look it here, niggas took it there, like a crook'll care\n  I unload, all ya hear is blooka blooka yeah, blooka yeah, nigga\n\n  [Hook - scratching of samples] - w/ ad libs\n  \"Saigon-Saigon the Don\"\n  \"Holdin it down, for New York City\"\n  \"It's (BK), it's (all day)\"\n  \"Critically acclaimed, criminals to blame\"\n  \"When it comes to verbs, I be flippin\n  Cause herbs just be shittin off the words I be kickin\"\n  \"Say word\"\n  \"That's word, Sean don't give a (give a)\"\n\n  Haha, what up?\n  Yo, Sean P, Statik Selek', pass me the sket\n  Shot the first whack rapper spittin trash on the set\n  Pass me a check cause nigga don't be rappin for free\n  Rap for a fee, producers, I rap for a beat\n  Fuck around and get smacked with the heat, wrapped in a sheet, cremate 'em\n  Loved across the board, P. hate 'em\n  I don't like thugs (thugs), I don't like nerds\n  I don't like myself and I hate bein disturbed\n  I hate seein you birds, hummin, stunt on the block\n  Suckin cock for a hundred a 'wap\n  Get a job, I used to sell rocks in front of my mom's building\n  Twelve hundred a day, now me and my moms chillin\n  Uh, I write raps, make five stacks a show\n  Sell white to white people, stay playin in snow (okay)\n  Stay rakin in dough (yeah), you stay hatin the flow\n  Assault and battery, I stay breakin your nose\n\n  [Hook - scratching of samples] - w/ ad libs\n  \"So what\"\n  \"Just wonder why he's fuckin crazy\"\n  \"Holdin it down, for New York City\"\n  \"It's (BK), it's (all day)\"\n  \"Critically acclaimed, criminals to blame ...\"\n  \"Somewhere\"\n"},{"id":9366567,"name":"Critically Acclaimed (Off 100 Proof the Hangover) (feat. 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Lil’ Fame, Saigon & Sean Price)\n  artist: Statik Selektah\n  album: Music 4 tha Mynd, Volume 3 (Hosted by Mac Miller)\n  duration_ms: 207000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  - Sample from \"Let The Sunshine In\" from the musical \"Hair\"]\n  \"New told lies, with supreme visions of lonely tunes\"\n\n  Uh, what the fuck, what the fuck, huh?\n  Uh, if I ask you who's your top 10 greatest rappers dead or alive\n  And you don't mention my name, I'm a blacken your eyes\n  I'm from the bottom of the 'ville, duke I had to survive\n  Where them snakes that'll murder your fam' and then slap you a five\n  Keep it goin now, P.E. shit, hoein now\n  Big bag of white widow, kiddo (throw it down)\n  It's the death of a MC, death of the Auto-Tune\n  Death of the motherfuckin engineer that recorded to ya\n  You're spaced out, what the fuck you recordin for motherfuckers on the moon?\n  This is for my real corner goons\n  It's Fame (M.O.P.), back at it again\n  Cop killer, slugs, black 'matic and gauge\n  Niggas ain't gon' give me my credit\n  So hear's a couple of curse words for y'all niggas to edit\n  Suck a dick, you trick punk bitch\n  You fuckin with the Brownsville warriors, I'm so glorious\n\n  [Hook - scrathing of samples] - w/ ad libs\n  \"Tell 'em Fame\"\n  \"Lil' Fame in the\"\n  \"Holdin it down, for New York City\"\n  \"It's (BK), it's (all day)\"\n  \"Statik Selektah\"\n  \"Critically acclaimed, criminals to blame\"\n  \"New York, is takin the scene back\"\n  \"Yes sir\"\n  \"The whole's most underrated\"\n  \"I'm showin off for Statik\"\n  \"Brownsville\"\n\n  Haha, look\n  Oh I get it, you thought you was dealin with some regular niggas\n  Fishermen'll find your fuckin head in a river\n  See my competitors quiver, holdin slugs, I'd rather deliver\n  Yeah I got locked but I'm here, he a dead nigga\n  You can't compare it, I hear niggas with 25, say fuck inside, I'm a wear it\n  From dead niggas, I don't hear shit\n  Think before you risk losin your health\n  Niggas grillin me, should understand man, you're just confusin yourself\n  Cause I don't buy that, that shit is whack, it's a smart act\n  Tell a cat let's do a car jack, see where his heart at\n  If he refuse it, then a nilpotent might lose it\n  If he do it, we gon' see he fuckin stupid and use it\n  To make 'em do shit, like rob a club with a pool stick\n  On a train stickin chicks in they tit with a toothpick\n  Lay back and laugh at this jackass\n  Make 'em let me use his army coat pocket as my personal crack stash\n  If he ever back lash, let the black MAC\n  Blast from the back of his cap up to the crack of his ass\n  Look it here, niggas took it there, like a crook'll care\n  I unload, all ya hear is blooka blooka yeah, blooka yeah, nigga\n\n  [Hook - scratching of samples] - w/ ad libs\n  \"Saigon-Saigon the Don\"\n  \"Holdin it down, for New York City\"\n  \"It's (BK), it's (all day)\"\n  \"Critically acclaimed, criminals to blame\"\n  \"When it comes to verbs, I be flippin\n  Cause herbs just be shittin off the words I be kickin\"\n  \"Say word\"\n  \"That's word, Sean don't give a (give a)\"\n\n  Haha, what up?\n  Yo, Sean P, Statik Selek', pass me the sket\n  Shot the first whack rapper spittin trash on the set\n  Pass me a check cause nigga don't be rappin for free\n  Rap for a fee, producers, I rap for a beat\n  Fuck around and get smacked with the heat, wrapped in a sheet, cremate 'em\n  Loved across the board, P. hate 'em\n  I don't like thugs (thugs), I don't like nerds\n  I don't like myself and I hate bein disturbed\n  I hate seein you birds, hummin, stunt on the block\n  Suckin cock for a hundred a 'wap\n  Get a job, I used to sell rocks in front of my mom's building\n  Twelve hundred a day, now me and my moms chillin\n  Uh, I write raps, make five stacks a show\n  Sell white to white people, stay playin in snow (okay)\n  Stay rakin in dough (yeah), you stay hatin the flow\n  Assault and battery, I stay breakin your nose\n\n  [Hook - scratching of samples] - w/ ad libs\n  \"So what\"\n  \"Just wonder why he's fuckin crazy\"\n  \"Holdin it down, for New York City\"\n  \"It's (BK), it's (all day)\"\n  \"Critically acclaimed, criminals to blame ...\"\n  \"Somewhere\"\n"},{"id":16548566,"name":"Critically Acclaimed (Off 100 Proof (The Hangover)) (feat. 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Lil Fame of M.O.P., Saigon & Sean Price)","trackName":"Critically Acclaimed (Off 100 Proof (The Hangover)) (feat. Lil Fame of M.O.P., Saigon & Sean Price)","artistName":"Statik Selektah","albumName":"Music 4 tha Mynd, Volume 3 (Hosted by Mac Miller)","duration":208.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"- Sample from \"Let The Sunshine In\" from the musical \"Hair\"]\n\"New told lies, with supreme visions of lonely tunes\"\n\nUh, what the fuck, what the fuck, huh?\nUh, if I ask you who's your top 10 greatest rappers dead or alive\nAnd you don't mention my name, I'm a blacken your eyes\nI'm from the bottom of the 'ville, duke I had to survive\nWhere them snakes that'll murder your fam' and then slap you a five\nKeep it goin now, P.E. shit, hoein now\nBig bag of white widow, kiddo (throw it down)\nIt's the death of a MC, death of the Auto-Tune\nDeath of the motherfuckin engineer that recorded to ya\nYou're spaced out, what the fuck you recordin for motherfuckers on the moon?\nThis is for my real corner goons\nIt's Fame (M.O.P.), back at it again\nCop killer, slugs, black 'matic and gauge\nNiggas ain't gon' give me my credit\nSo hear's a couple of curse words for y'all niggas to edit\nSuck a dick, you trick punk bitch\nYou fuckin with the Brownsville warriors, I'm so glorious\n\n[Hook - scrathing of samples] - w/ ad libs\n\"Tell 'em Fame\"\n\"Lil' Fame in the\"\n\"Holdin it down, for New York City\"\n\"It's (BK), it's (all day)\"\n\"Statik Selektah\"\n\"Critically acclaimed, criminals to blame\"\n\"New York, is takin the scene back\"\n\"Yes sir\"\n\"The whole's most underrated\"\n\"I'm showin off for Statik\"\n\"Brownsville\"\n\nHaha, look\nOh I get it, you thought you was dealin with some regular niggas\nFishermen'll find your fuckin head in a river\nSee my competitors quiver, holdin slugs, I'd rather deliver\nYeah I got locked but I'm here, he a dead nigga\nYou can't compare it, I hear niggas with 25, say fuck inside, I'm a wear it\nFrom dead niggas, I don't hear shit\nThink before you risk losin your health\nNiggas grillin me, should understand man, you're just confusin yourself\nCause I don't buy that, that shit is whack, it's a smart act\nTell a cat let's do a car jack, see where his heart at\nIf he refuse it, then a nilpotent might lose it\nIf he do it, we gon' see he fuckin stupid and use it\nTo make 'em do shit, like rob a club with a pool stick\nOn a train stickin chicks in they tit with a toothpick\nLay back and laugh at this jackass\nMake 'em let me use his army coat pocket as my personal crack stash\nIf he ever back lash, let the black MAC\nBlast from the back of his cap up to the crack of his ass\nLook it here, niggas took it there, like a crook'll care\nI unload, all ya hear is blooka blooka yeah, blooka yeah, nigga\n\n[Hook - scratching of samples] - w/ ad libs\n\"Saigon-Saigon the Don\"\n\"Holdin it down, for New York City\"\n\"It's (BK), it's (all day)\"\n\"Critically acclaimed, criminals to blame\"\n\"When it comes to verbs, I be flippin\nCause herbs just be shittin off the words I be kickin\"\n\"Say word\"\n\"That's word, Sean don't give a (give a)\"\n\nHaha, what up?\nYo, Sean P, Statik Selek', pass me the sket\nShot the first whack rapper spittin trash on the set\nPass me a check cause nigga don't be rappin for free\nRap for a fee, producers, I rap for a beat\nFuck around and get smacked with the heat, wrapped in a sheet, cremate 'em\nLoved across the board, P. hate 'em\nI don't like thugs (thugs), I don't like nerds\nI don't like myself and I hate bein disturbed\nI hate seein you birds, hummin, stunt on the block\nSuckin cock for a hundred a 'wap\nGet a job, I used to sell rocks in front of my mom's building\nTwelve hundred a day, now me and my moms chillin\nUh, I write raps, make five stacks a show\nSell white to white people, stay playin in snow (okay)\nStay rakin in dough (yeah), you stay hatin the flow\nAssault and battery, I stay breakin your nose\n\n[Hook - scratching of samples] - w/ ad libs\n\"So what\"\n\"Just wonder why he's fuckin crazy\"\n\"Holdin it down, for New York City\"\n\"It's (BK), it's (all day)\"\n\"Critically acclaimed, criminals to blame ...\"\n\"Somewhere\"","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Critically Acclaimed (Off 100 Proof (The Hangover)) (feat. Lil Fame of M.O.P., Saigon & Sean Price)\n  artist: Statik Selektah\n  album: Music 4 tha Mynd, Volume 3 (Hosted by Mac Miller)\n  duration_ms: 208000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  - Sample from \"Let The Sunshine In\" from the musical \"Hair\"]\n  \"New told lies, with supreme visions of lonely tunes\"\n\n  Uh, what the fuck, what the fuck, huh?\n  Uh, if I ask you who's your top 10 greatest rappers dead or alive\n  And you don't mention my name, I'm a blacken your eyes\n  I'm from the bottom of the 'ville, duke I had to survive\n  Where them snakes that'll murder your fam' and then slap you a five\n  Keep it goin now, P.E. shit, hoein now\n  Big bag of white widow, kiddo (throw it down)\n  It's the death of a MC, death of the Auto-Tune\n  Death of the motherfuckin engineer that recorded to ya\n  You're spaced out, what the fuck you recordin for motherfuckers on the moon?\n  This is for my real corner goons\n  It's Fame (M.O.P.), back at it again\n  Cop killer, slugs, black 'matic and gauge\n  Niggas ain't gon' give me my credit\n  So hear's a couple of curse words for y'all niggas to edit\n  Suck a dick, you trick punk bitch\n  You fuckin with the Brownsville warriors, I'm so glorious\n\n  [Hook - scrathing of samples] - w/ ad libs\n  \"Tell 'em Fame\"\n  \"Lil' Fame in the\"\n  \"Holdin it down, for New York City\"\n  \"It's (BK), it's (all day)\"\n  \"Statik Selektah\"\n  \"Critically acclaimed, criminals to blame\"\n  \"New York, is takin the scene back\"\n  \"Yes sir\"\n  \"The whole's most underrated\"\n  \"I'm showin off for Statik\"\n  \"Brownsville\"\n\n  Haha, look\n  Oh I get it, you thought you was dealin with some regular niggas\n  Fishermen'll find your fuckin head in a river\n  See my competitors quiver, holdin slugs, I'd rather deliver\n  Yeah I got locked but I'm here, he a dead nigga\n  You can't compare it, I hear niggas with 25, say fuck inside, I'm a wear it\n  From dead niggas, I don't hear shit\n  Think before you risk losin your health\n  Niggas grillin me, should understand man, you're just confusin yourself\n  Cause I don't buy that, that shit is whack, it's a smart act\n  Tell a cat let's do a car jack, see where his heart at\n  If he refuse it, then a nilpotent might lose it\n  If he do it, we gon' see he fuckin stupid and use it\n  To make 'em do shit, like rob a club with a pool stick\n  On a train stickin chicks in they tit with a toothpick\n  Lay back and laugh at this jackass\n  Make 'em let me use his army coat pocket as my personal crack stash\n  If he ever back lash, let the black MAC\n  Blast from the back of his cap up to the crack of his ass\n  Look it here, niggas took it there, like a crook'll care\n  I unload, all ya hear is blooka blooka yeah, blooka yeah, nigga\n\n  [Hook - scratching of samples] - w/ ad libs\n  \"Saigon-Saigon the Don\"\n  \"Holdin it down, for New York City\"\n  \"It's (BK), it's (all day)\"\n  \"Critically acclaimed, criminals to blame\"\n  \"When it comes to verbs, I be flippin\n  Cause herbs just be shittin off the words I be kickin\"\n  \"Say word\"\n  \"That's word, Sean don't give a (give a)\"\n\n  Haha, what up?\n  Yo, Sean P, Statik Selek', pass me the sket\n  Shot the first whack rapper spittin trash on the set\n  Pass me a check cause nigga don't be rappin for free\n  Rap for a fee, producers, I rap for a beat\n  Fuck around and get smacked with the heat, wrapped in a sheet, cremate 'em\n  Loved across the board, P. hate 'em\n  I don't like thugs (thugs), I don't like nerds\n  I don't like myself and I hate bein disturbed\n  I hate seein you birds, hummin, stunt on the block\n  Suckin cock for a hundred a 'wap\n  Get a job, I used to sell rocks in front of my mom's building\n  Twelve hundred a day, now me and my moms chillin\n  Uh, I write raps, make five stacks a show\n  Sell white to white people, stay playin in snow (okay)\n  Stay rakin in dough (yeah), you stay hatin the flow\n  Assault and battery, I stay breakin your nose\n\n  [Hook - scratching of samples] - w/ ad libs\n  \"So what\"\n  \"Just wonder why he's fuckin crazy\"\n  \"Holdin it down, for New York City\"\n  \"It's (BK), it's (all day)\"\n  \"Critically acclaimed, criminals to blame ...\"\n  \"Somewhere\"\n"},{"id":11704209,"name":"The Thrill Is Gone","trackName":"The Thrill Is Gone","artistName":"Statik Selektah feat. Styles P & Talib Kweli","albumName":"Critically Acclaimed b/w the Thrill Is Gone","duration":253.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Too many vultures in it (Too many)\nI think Nas said (Hip-hop is dead) 'cause he couldn't see the culture in it\nToo many funny clothes (too much), too many auto tunes (Haha)\nToo many gangsters, when they made the auto Goon (When they made those)\nListen boy you should play your role\nLike rap don't need a brand new De La Soul\nPay homage to any MC who paved our road\nOr the big Mercedes Benz boy won't get drove\nI say that 'cause, I be where the monsters at\nI'm like God damn, they even screwed up conscious rap (God dammit)\nI think rap need a new P.E. to fight the power and be free (fight the power)\nAnd try to bring the light like GE (GE)\nI think we deaf, dumb and we blind and for the ten hundredth time\nWho give a damn about our swag and our grind? (Who give a damn?)\nWhy don't you rhyme about a thought that you had on your mind\nYou an MC, let me see, how you really design, ya know?\n\n\"The thrill is gone\"\n\"The shit is pathetic\"\n\"Please forget it\"\n\"Your style is played out\"\n\"The thrill is gone\"\n\"Prepare for this rap killin\"\n\"Ri-Ri-Right?\"\n\"The thrill is gone\"\n(\"Let it, let it go\")\n\"Your style is played out\"\n\"The thrill is gone\"\nOh yeah, the thrill is gone\n\"Right?\"\nIt's been long gone\n\"Right?\"\n\nAt once, get from positive to negative\nI'm hyper and I'm calm as a sedative (Ah)\nThe artist, the executive\nAt once, the son and the father, the comedy and the drama\nThe fun and the karma, the shame and the honor\nThe skin under the armor, the bullet that pierce the flesh\nThe love of life, the fear of death\nHow it flash before your eyes, when a knife is near your chest\nWe the best, we the worst, the club or the church\nThe soap or the dirt, the murder, the birth\nAt once (yeah), the idle worship sittin in the seaport (Uh)\nWaitin for a war that ain't ever gon' be fought (No)\nThe correspondents coverin this attack on free thought (Oh)\nQuiet style Pee Wee got it covered like three fourths\nTime to wake up, Teddy P. said it best when he was in the Blue Notes\nI'm the extension of my memories\nHip-hop is in my heart, I keep it closer than my enemies\nI bet you they remember me, word\n\n\"Right?\"\n\"The thrill is gone\"\n\"The shit is pathetic\"\n\"Please forget it\"\n\"Your style is played out\"\n\"The thrill is gone\"\n\"Prepare for this rap killin\"\n\"Ri-Ri-Right?\"\n\"The thrill is gone\"\n(\"Let it go, go, let it go\")\n\"Your style is played out\"\n\"The thrill is gone\"\n\"Ri-Ri-Right?\"\n\"Prepare for this rap killin\"\n\"Right?\"\n\nI think all you need's a beat and a hook (That all)\nI need entertainment now, light a blunt and go and read me a book\nWhy don't you make a dance song? that'll get you a look\nBET, MTV, that'll get ya some push\nGive it a month or two homie, you'll be hittin the roof\nThe hip, hop heads mad but I'm spittin the truth (It's the truth)\nIt's the computer age now, better get with the youth (Gotta get with 'em)\nDon't nobody give a damn of what you spit in the booth\nBetter make your ringtone, keep your bling on\nSing anything and try to get your sing on\nMe I'm just laughin, rollin, rollin\nWhile I'm rollin in a Caddy that's golden\nNo I ain't a pimp or guerrilla pimp (Uh uh)\nI'm just a poet that all the killers with\nFor spittin that realer shit (Realer shit)\nIf we were y'all MC's, most of y'all illegit\n(\"Right?\"), Statik Selektah\n\n\"The thrill is gone\"\n\"The shit is pathetic\"\n\"Please forget it\"\n\"Your style is played out\"\n\"The thrill is gone\"\n\"Prepare for this rap killin\"\n\"Ri-Ri-Right?\"\n\"The thrill is gone\"\n(\"Let it go\")\n\"Your style is played out\"\n\"The thrill is gone\"\n\"Ri-Ri-Right?\"\n\"Prepare for this rap killin\"\n\"Right?\"\n\"Right\"","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Thrill Is Gone\n  artist: Statik Selektah feat. Styles P & Talib Kweli\n  album: Critically Acclaimed b/w the Thrill Is Gone\n  duration_ms: 253000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Too many vultures in it (Too many)\n  I think Nas said (Hip-hop is dead) 'cause he couldn't see the culture in it\n  Too many funny clothes (too much), too many auto tunes (Haha)\n  Too many gangsters, when they made the auto Goon (When they made those)\n  Listen boy you should play your role\n  Like rap don't need a brand new De La Soul\n  Pay homage to any MC who paved our road\n  Or the big Mercedes Benz boy won't get drove\n  I say that 'cause, I be where the monsters at\n  I'm like God damn, they even screwed up conscious rap (God dammit)\n  I think rap need a new P.E. to fight the power and be free (fight the power)\n  And try to bring the light like GE (GE)\n  I think we deaf, dumb and we blind and for the ten hundredth time\n  Who give a damn about our swag and our grind? (Who give a damn?)\n  Why don't you rhyme about a thought that you had on your mind\n  You an MC, let me see, how you really design, ya know?\n\n  \"The thrill is gone\"\n  \"The shit is pathetic\"\n  \"Please forget it\"\n  \"Your style is played out\"\n  \"The thrill is gone\"\n  \"Prepare for this rap killin\"\n  \"Ri-Ri-Right?\"\n  \"The thrill is gone\"\n  (\"Let it, let it go\")\n  \"Your style is played out\"\n  \"The thrill is gone\"\n  Oh yeah, the thrill is gone\n  \"Right?\"\n  It's been long gone\n  \"Right?\"\n\n  At once, get from positive to negative\n  I'm hyper and I'm calm as a sedative (Ah)\n  The artist, the executive\n  At once, the son and the father, the comedy and the drama\n  The fun and the karma, the shame and the honor\n  The skin under the armor, the bullet that pierce the flesh\n  The love of life, the fear of death\n  How it flash before your eyes, when a knife is near your chest\n  We the best, we the worst, the club or the church\n  The soap or the dirt, the murder, the birth\n  At once (yeah), the idle worship sittin in the seaport (Uh)\n  Waitin for a war that ain't ever gon' be fought (No)\n  The correspondents coverin this attack on free thought (Oh)\n  Quiet style Pee Wee got it covered like three fourths\n  Time to wake up, Teddy P. said it best when he was in the Blue Notes\n  I'm the extension of my memories\n  Hip-hop is in my heart, I keep it closer than my enemies\n  I bet you they remember me, word\n\n  \"Right?\"\n  \"The thrill is gone\"\n  \"The shit is pathetic\"\n  \"Please forget it\"\n  \"Your style is played out\"\n  \"The thrill is gone\"\n  \"Prepare for this rap killin\"\n  \"Ri-Ri-Right?\"\n  \"The thrill is gone\"\n  (\"Let it go, go, let it go\")\n  \"Your style is played out\"\n  \"The thrill is gone\"\n  \"Ri-Ri-Right?\"\n  \"Prepare for this rap killin\"\n  \"Right?\"\n\n  I think all you need's a beat and a hook (That all)\n  I need entertainment now, light a blunt and go and read me a book\n  Why don't you make a dance song? that'll get you a look\n  BET, MTV, that'll get ya some push\n  Give it a month or two homie, you'll be hittin the roof\n  The hip, hop heads mad but I'm spittin the truth (It's the truth)\n  It's the computer age now, better get with the youth (Gotta get with 'em)\n  Don't nobody give a damn of what you spit in the booth\n  Better make your ringtone, keep your bling on\n  Sing anything and try to get your sing on\n  Me I'm just laughin, rollin, rollin\n  While I'm rollin in a Caddy that's golden\n  No I ain't a pimp or guerrilla pimp (Uh uh)\n  I'm just a poet that all the killers with\n  For spittin that realer shit (Realer shit)\n  If we were y'all MC's, most of y'all illegit\n  (\"Right?\"), Statik Selektah\n\n  \"The thrill is gone\"\n  \"The shit is pathetic\"\n  \"Please forget it\"\n  \"Your style is played out\"\n  \"The thrill is gone\"\n  \"Prepare for this rap killin\"\n  \"Ri-Ri-Right?\"\n  \"The thrill is gone\"\n  (\"Let it go\")\n  \"Your style is played out\"\n  \"The thrill is gone\"\n  \"Ri-Ri-Right?\"\n  \"Prepare for this rap killin\"\n  \"Right?\"\n  \"Right\"\n"},{"id":11224662,"name":"Critically Acclaimed (Off 100 Proof the Hangover)","trackName":"Critically Acclaimed (Off 100 Proof the Hangover)","artistName":"Statik Selektah feat. Lil’ Fame, Saigon & Sean Price","albumName":"Music 4 tha Mynd, Volume 3 (Hosted by Mac Miller)","duration":208.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"- Sample from \"Let The Sunshine In\" from the musical \"Hair\"]\n\"New told lies, with supreme visions of lonely tunes\"\n\nUh, what the fuck, what the fuck, huh?\nUh, if I ask you who's your top 10 greatest rappers dead or alive\nAnd you don't mention my name, I'm a blacken your eyes\nI'm from the bottom of the 'ville, duke I had to survive\nWhere them snakes that'll murder your fam' and then slap you a five\nKeep it goin now, P.E. shit, hoein now\nBig bag of white widow, kiddo (throw it down)\nIt's the death of a MC, death of the Auto-Tune\nDeath of the motherfuckin engineer that recorded to ya\nYou're spaced out, what the fuck you recordin for motherfuckers on the moon?\nThis is for my real corner goons\nIt's Fame (M.O.P.), back at it again\nCop killer, slugs, black 'matic and gauge\nNiggas ain't gon' give me my credit\nSo hear's a couple of curse words for y'all niggas to edit\nSuck a dick, you trick punk bitch\nYou fuckin with the Brownsville warriors, I'm so glorious\n\n[Hook - scrathing of samples] - w/ ad libs\n\"Tell 'em Fame\"\n\"Lil' Fame in the\"\n\"Holdin it down, for New York City\"\n\"It's (BK), it's (all day)\"\n\"Statik Selektah\"\n\"Critically acclaimed, criminals to blame\"\n\"New York, is takin the scene back\"\n\"Yes sir\"\n\"The whole's most underrated\"\n\"I'm showin off for Statik\"\n\"Brownsville\"\n\nHaha, look\nOh I get it, you thought you was dealin with some regular niggas\nFishermen'll find your fuckin head in a river\nSee my competitors quiver, holdin slugs, I'd rather deliver\nYeah I got locked but I'm here, he a dead nigga\nYou can't compare it, I hear niggas with 25, say fuck inside, I'm a wear it\nFrom dead niggas, I don't hear shit\nThink before you risk losin your health\nNiggas grillin me, should understand man, you're just confusin yourself\nCause I don't buy that, that shit is whack, it's a smart act\nTell a cat let's do a car jack, see where his heart at\nIf he refuse it, then a nilpotent might lose it\nIf he do it, we gon' see he fuckin stupid and use it\nTo make 'em do shit, like rob a club with a pool stick\nOn a train stickin chicks in they tit with a toothpick\nLay back and laugh at this jackass\nMake 'em let me use his army coat pocket as my personal crack stash\nIf he ever back lash, let the black MAC\nBlast from the back of his cap up to the crack of his ass\nLook it here, niggas took it there, like a crook'll care\nI unload, all ya hear is blooka blooka yeah, blooka yeah, nigga\n\n[Hook - scratching of samples] - w/ ad libs\n\"Saigon-Saigon the Don\"\n\"Holdin it down, for New York City\"\n\"It's (BK), it's (all day)\"\n\"Critically acclaimed, criminals to blame\"\n\"When it comes to verbs, I be flippin\nCause herbs just be shittin off the words I be kickin\"\n\"Say word\"\n\"That's word, Sean don't give a (give a)\"\n\nHaha, what up?\nYo, Sean P, Statik Selek', pass me the sket\nShot the first whack rapper spittin trash on the set\nPass me a check cause nigga don't be rappin for free\nRap for a fee, producers, I rap for a beat\nFuck around and get smacked with the heat, wrapped in a sheet, cremate 'em\nLoved across the board, P. hate 'em\nI don't like thugs (thugs), I don't like nerds\nI don't like myself and I hate bein disturbed\nI hate seein you birds, hummin, stunt on the block\nSuckin cock for a hundred a 'wap\nGet a job, I used to sell rocks in front of my mom's building\nTwelve hundred a day, now me and my moms chillin\nUh, I write raps, make five stacks a show\nSell white to white people, stay playin in snow (okay)\nStay rakin in dough (yeah), you stay hatin the flow\nAssault and battery, I stay breakin your nose\n\n[Hook - scratching of samples] - w/ ad libs\n\"So what\"\n\"Just wonder why he's fuckin crazy\"\n\"Holdin it down, for New York City\"\n\"It's (BK), it's (all day)\"\n\"Critically acclaimed, criminals to blame ...\"\n\"Somewhere\"","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Critically Acclaimed (Off 100 Proof the Hangover)\n  artist: Statik Selektah feat. Lil’ Fame, Saigon & Sean Price\n  album: Music 4 tha Mynd, Volume 3 (Hosted by Mac Miller)\n  duration_ms: 208000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  - Sample from \"Let The Sunshine In\" from the musical \"Hair\"]\n  \"New told lies, with supreme visions of lonely tunes\"\n\n  Uh, what the fuck, what the fuck, huh?\n  Uh, if I ask you who's your top 10 greatest rappers dead or alive\n  And you don't mention my name, I'm a blacken your eyes\n  I'm from the bottom of the 'ville, duke I had to survive\n  Where them snakes that'll murder your fam' and then slap you a five\n  Keep it goin now, P.E. shit, hoein now\n  Big bag of white widow, kiddo (throw it down)\n  It's the death of a MC, death of the Auto-Tune\n  Death of the motherfuckin engineer that recorded to ya\n  You're spaced out, what the fuck you recordin for motherfuckers on the moon?\n  This is for my real corner goons\n  It's Fame (M.O.P.), back at it again\n  Cop killer, slugs, black 'matic and gauge\n  Niggas ain't gon' give me my credit\n  So hear's a couple of curse words for y'all niggas to edit\n  Suck a dick, you trick punk bitch\n  You fuckin with the Brownsville warriors, I'm so glorious\n\n  [Hook - scrathing of samples] - w/ ad libs\n  \"Tell 'em Fame\"\n  \"Lil' Fame in the\"\n  \"Holdin it down, for New York City\"\n  \"It's (BK), it's (all day)\"\n  \"Statik Selektah\"\n  \"Critically acclaimed, criminals to blame\"\n  \"New York, is takin the scene back\"\n  \"Yes sir\"\n  \"The whole's most underrated\"\n  \"I'm showin off for Statik\"\n  \"Brownsville\"\n\n  Haha, look\n  Oh I get it, you thought you was dealin with some regular niggas\n  Fishermen'll find your fuckin head in a river\n  See my competitors quiver, holdin slugs, I'd rather deliver\n  Yeah I got locked but I'm here, he a dead nigga\n  You can't compare it, I hear niggas with 25, say fuck inside, I'm a wear it\n  From dead niggas, I don't hear shit\n  Think before you risk losin your health\n  Niggas grillin me, should understand man, you're just confusin yourself\n  Cause I don't buy that, that shit is whack, it's a smart act\n  Tell a cat let's do a car jack, see where his heart at\n  If he refuse it, then a nilpotent might lose it\n  If he do it, we gon' see he fuckin stupid and use it\n  To make 'em do shit, like rob a club with a pool stick\n  On a train stickin chicks in they tit with a toothpick\n  Lay back and laugh at this jackass\n  Make 'em let me use his army coat pocket as my personal crack stash\n  If he ever back lash, let the black MAC\n  Blast from the back of his cap up to the crack of his ass\n  Look it here, niggas took it there, like a crook'll care\n  I unload, all ya hear is blooka blooka yeah, blooka yeah, nigga\n\n  [Hook - scratching of samples] - w/ ad libs\n  \"Saigon-Saigon the Don\"\n  \"Holdin it down, for New York City\"\n  \"It's (BK), it's (all day)\"\n  \"Critically acclaimed, criminals to blame\"\n  \"When it comes to verbs, I be flippin\n  Cause herbs just be shittin off the words I be kickin\"\n  \"Say word\"\n  \"That's word, Sean don't give a (give a)\"\n\n  Haha, what up?\n  Yo, Sean P, Statik Selek', pass me the sket\n  Shot the first whack rapper spittin trash on the set\n  Pass me a check cause nigga don't be rappin for free\n  Rap for a fee, producers, I rap for a beat\n  Fuck around and get smacked with the heat, wrapped in a sheet, cremate 'em\n  Loved across the board, P. hate 'em\n  I don't like thugs (thugs), I don't like nerds\n  I don't like myself and I hate bein disturbed\n  I hate seein you birds, hummin, stunt on the block\n  Suckin cock for a hundred a 'wap\n  Get a job, I used to sell rocks in front of my mom's building\n  Twelve hundred a day, now me and my moms chillin\n  Uh, I write raps, make five stacks a show\n  Sell white to white people, stay playin in snow (okay)\n  Stay rakin in dough (yeah), you stay hatin the flow\n  Assault and battery, I stay breakin your nose\n\n  [Hook - scratching of samples] - w/ ad libs\n  \"So what\"\n  \"Just wonder why he's fuckin crazy\"\n  \"Holdin it down, for New York City\"\n  \"It's (BK), it's (all day)\"\n  \"Critically acclaimed, criminals to blame ...\"\n  \"Somewhere\"\n"},{"id":6229432,"name":"Critically Acclaimed (feat. 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scrathing of samples] - w/ ad libs\n\"Tell 'em Fame\"\n\"Lil' Fame in the\"\n\"Holdin it down, for New York City\"\n\"It's (BK), it's (all day)\"\n\"Statik Selektah\"\n\"Critically acclaimed, criminals to blame\"\n\"New York, is takin the scene back\"\n\"Yes sir\"\n\"The whole's most underrated\"\n\"I'm showin off for Statik\"\n\"Brownsville\"\n\nHaha, look\nOh I get it, you thought you was dealin with some regular niggas\nFishermen'll find your fuckin head in a river\nSee my competitors quiver, holdin slugs, I'd rather deliver\nYeah I got locked but I'm here, he a dead nigga\nYou can't compare it, I hear niggas with 25, say fuck inside, I'm a wear it\nFrom dead niggas, I don't hear shit\nThink before you risk losin your health\nNiggas grillin me, should understand man, you're just confusin yourself\nCause I don't buy that, that shit is whack, it's a smart act\nTell a cat let's do a car jack, see where his heart at\nIf he refuse it, then a nilpotent might lose it\nIf he do it, we gon' see he fuckin stupid and use it\nTo make 'em do shit, like rob a club with a pool stick\nOn a train stickin chicks in they tit with a toothpick\nLay back and laugh at this jackass\nMake 'em let me use his army coat pocket as my personal crack stash\nIf he ever back lash, let the black MAC\nBlast from the back of his cap up to the crack of his ass\nLook it here, niggas took it there, like a crook'll care\nI unload, all ya hear is blooka blooka yeah, blooka yeah, nigga\n\n[Hook - scratching of samples] - w/ ad libs\n\"Saigon-Saigon the Don\"\n\"Holdin it down, for New York City\"\n\"It's (BK), it's (all day)\"\n\"Critically acclaimed, criminals to blame\"\n\"When it comes to verbs, I be flippin\nCause herbs just be shittin off the words I be kickin\"\n\"Say word\"\n\"That's word, Sean don't give a (give a)\"\n\nHaha, what up?\nYo, Sean P, Statik Selek', pass me the sket\nShot the first whack rapper spittin trash on the set\nPass me a check cause nigga don't be rappin for free\nRap for a fee, producers, I rap for a beat\nFuck around and get smacked with the heat, wrapped in a sheet, cremate 'em\nLoved across the board, P. hate 'em\nI don't like thugs (thugs), I don't like nerds\nI don't like myself and I hate bein disturbed\nI hate seein you birds, hummin, stunt on the block\nSuckin cock for a hundred a 'wap\nGet a job, I used to sell rocks in front of my mom's building\nTwelve hundred a day, now me and my moms chillin\nUh, I write raps, make five stacks a show\nSell white to white people, stay playin in snow (okay)\nStay rakin in dough (yeah), you stay hatin the flow\nAssault and battery, I stay breakin your nose\n\n[Hook - scratching of samples] - w/ ad libs\n\"So what\"\n\"Just wonder why he's fuckin crazy\"\n\"Holdin it down, for New York City\"\n\"It's (BK), it's (all day)\"\n\"Critically acclaimed, criminals to blame ...\"\n\"Somewhere\"","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.68] - Sample from \"Let The Sunshine In\" from the musical \"Hair\"]\n[00:03.26] \"New told lies, with supreme visions of lonely tunes\"\n[00:08.02] Uh, what the fuck, what the fuck, huh?\n[00:09.67] Uh, if I ask you who's your top 10 greatest rappers dead or alive\n[00:13.62] And you don't mention my name, I'm a blacken your eyes\n[00:16.46] I'm from the bottom of the 'ville, duke I had to survive\n[00:18.80] Where them snakes that'll murder your fam' and then slap you a five\n[00:21.47] Keep it goin now, P.E. shit, hoein now\n[00:23.93] Big bag of white widow, kiddo (throw it down)\n[00:26.06] It's the death of a MC, death of the Auto-Tune\n[00:29.26] Death of the motherfuckin engineer that recorded to ya\n[00:31.81] You're spaced out, what the fuck you recordin for motherfuckers on the moon?\n[00:34.99] This is for my real corner goons\n[00:36.93] It's Fame (M.O.P.), back at it again\n[00:39.12] Cop killer, slugs, black 'matic and gauge\n[00:42.17] Niggas ain't gon' give me my credit\n[00:44.22] So hear's a couple of curse words for y'all niggas to edit\n[00:47.03] Suck a dick, you trick punk bitch\n[00:49.24] You fuckin with the Brownsville warriors, I'm so glorious\n[00:52.23] [Hook - scrathing of samples] - w/ ad libs\n[00:53.19] \"Tell 'em Fame\"\n[00:54.29] \"Lil' Fame in the\"\n[00:55.39] \"Holdin it down, for New York City\"\n[00:57.86] \"It's (BK), it's (all day)\"\n[00:59.56] \"Statik Selektah\"\n[01:00.23] \"Critically acclaimed, criminals to blame\"\n[01:02.04] \"New York, is takin the scene back\"\n[01:04.44] \"Yes sir\"\n[01:05.43] \"The whole's most underrated\"\n[01:06.87] \"I'm showin off for Statik\"\n[01:08.49] \"Brownsville\"\n[01:10.00] Haha, look\n[01:11.24] Oh I get it, you thought you was dealin with some regular niggas\n[01:14.30] Fishermen'll find your fuckin head in a river\n[01:17.07] See my competitors quiver, holdin slugs, I'd rather deliver\n[01:19.76] Yeah I got locked but I'm here, he a dead nigga\n[01:22.57] You can't compare it, I hear niggas with 25, say fuck inside, I'm a wear it\n[01:26.27] From dead niggas, I don't hear shit\n[01:27.73] Think before you risk losin your health\n[01:29.70] Niggas grillin me, should understand man, you're just confusin yourself\n[01:32.53] Cause I don't buy that, that shit is whack, it's a smart act\n[01:35.20] Tell a cat let's do a car jack, see where his heart at\n[01:37.72] If he refuse it, then a nilpotent might lose it\n[01:40.33] If he do it, we gon' see he fuckin stupid and use it\n[01:42.84] To make 'em do shit, like rob a club with a pool stick\n[01:45.34] On a train stickin chicks in they tit with a toothpick\n[01:47.91] Lay back and laugh at this jackass\n[01:49.86] Make 'em let me use his army coat pocket as my personal crack stash\n[01:52.68] If he ever back lash, let the black MAC\n[01:55.56] Blast from the back of his cap up to the crack of his ass\n[01:58.09] Look it here, niggas took it there, like a crook'll care\n[02:00.77] I unload, all ya hear is blooka blooka yeah, blooka yeah, nigga\n[02:04.45] [Hook - scratching of samples] - w/ ad libs\n[02:05.58] \"Saigon-Saigon the Don\"\n[02:06.74] \"Holdin it down, for New York City\"\n[02:08.72] \"It's (BK), it's (all day)\"\n[02:10.43] \"Critically acclaimed, criminals to blame\"\n[02:13.38] \"When it comes to verbs, I be flippin\n[02:16.48] Cause herbs just be shittin off the words I be kickin\"\n[02:18.64] \"Say word\"\n[02:19.96] \"That's word, Sean don't give a (give a)\"\n[02:21.65] Haha, what up?\n[02:23.84] Yo, Sean P, Statik Selek', pass me the sket\n[02:26.50] Shot the first whack rapper spittin trash on the set\n[02:29.26] Pass me a check cause nigga don't be rappin for free\n[02:31.62] Rap for a fee, producers, I rap for a beat\n[02:34.48] Fuck around and get smacked with the heat, wrapped in a sheet, cremate 'em\n[02:37.53] Loved across the board, P. hate 'em\n[02:39.88] I don't like thugs (thugs), I don't like nerds\n[02:42.42] I don't like myself and I hate bein disturbed\n[02:44.74] I hate seein you birds, hummin, stunt on the block\n[02:47.22] Suckin cock for a hundred a 'wap\n[02:49.41] Get a job, I used to sell rocks in front of my mom's building\n[02:52.46] Twelve hundred a day, now me and my moms chillin\n[02:55.06] Uh, I write raps, make five stacks a show\n[02:57.85] Sell white to white people, stay playin in snow (okay)\n[03:00.51] Stay rakin in dough (yeah), you stay hatin the flow\n[03:03.07] Assault and battery, I stay breakin your nose\n[03:05.42] [Hook - 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Lil Fame, Saigon & Sean Price)\n  artist: Statik Selektah feat. Lil Fame, Saigon & Sean Price\n  album: 100 Proof (The Hangover)\n  duration_ms: 205000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: '- Sample from \"Let The Sunshine In\" from the musical \"Hair\"]'\n  start_ms: 680\n  end_ms: 3260\n- text: '\"New told lies, with supreme visions of lonely tunes\"'\n  start_ms: 3260\n  end_ms: 8020\n- text: Uh, what the fuck, what the fuck, huh?\n  start_ms: 8020\n  end_ms: 9670\n- text: Uh, if I ask you who's your top 10 greatest rappers dead or alive\n  start_ms: 9670\n  end_ms: 13620\n- text: And you don't mention my name, I'm a blacken your eyes\n  start_ms: 13620\n  end_ms: 16460\n- text: I'm from the bottom of the 'ville, duke I had to survive\n  start_ms: 16460\n  end_ms: 18800\n- text: Where them snakes that'll murder your fam' and then slap you a five\n  start_ms: 18800\n  end_ms: 21470\n- text: Keep it goin now, P.E. shit, hoein now\n  start_ms: 21470\n  end_ms: 23930\n- text: Big bag of white widow, kiddo (throw it down)\n  start_ms: 23930\n  end_ms: 26060\n- text: It's the death of a MC, death of the Auto-Tune\n  start_ms: 26060\n  end_ms: 29260\n- text: Death of the motherfuckin engineer that recorded to ya\n  start_ms: 29260\n  end_ms: 31810\n- text: You're spaced out, what the fuck you recordin for motherfuckers on the moon?\n  start_ms: 31810\n  end_ms: 34990\n- text: This is for my real corner goons\n  start_ms: 34990\n  end_ms: 36930\n- text: It's Fame (M.O.P.), back at it again\n  start_ms: 36930\n  end_ms: 39120\n- text: Cop killer, slugs, black 'matic and gauge\n  start_ms: 39120\n  end_ms: 42170\n- text: Niggas ain't gon' give me my credit\n  start_ms: 42170\n  end_ms: 44220\n- text: So hear's a couple of curse words for y'all niggas to edit\n  start_ms: 44220\n  end_ms: 47030\n- text: Suck a dick, you trick punk bitch\n  start_ms: 47030\n  end_ms: 49240\n- text: You fuckin with the Brownsville warriors, I'm so glorious\n  start_ms: 49240\n  end_ms: 52230\n- text: '[Hook - scrathing of samples] - w/ ad libs'\n  start_ms: 52230\n  end_ms: 53190\n- text: '\"Tell ''em Fame\"'\n  start_ms: 53190\n  end_ms: 54290\n- text: '\"Lil'' Fame in the\"'\n  start_ms: 54290\n  end_ms: 55390\n- text: '\"Holdin it down, for New York City\"'\n  start_ms: 55390\n  end_ms: 57860\n- text: '\"It''s (BK), it''s (all day)\"'\n  start_ms: 57860\n  end_ms: 59560\n- text: '\"Statik Selektah\"'\n  start_ms: 59560\n  end_ms: 60230\n- text: '\"Critically acclaimed, criminals to blame\"'\n  start_ms: 60230\n  end_ms: 62040\n- text: '\"New York, is takin the scene back\"'\n  start_ms: 62040\n  end_ms: 64440\n- text: '\"Yes sir\"'\n  start_ms: 64440\n  end_ms: 65430\n- text: '\"The whole''s most underrated\"'\n  start_ms: 65430\n  end_ms: 66870\n- text: '\"I''m showin off for Statik\"'\n  start_ms: 66870\n  end_ms: 68490\n- text: '\"Brownsville\"'\n  start_ms: 68490\n  end_ms: 70000\n- text: Haha, look\n  start_ms: 70000\n  end_ms: 71240\n- text: Oh I get it, you thought you was dealin with some regular niggas\n  start_ms: 71240\n  end_ms: 74300\n- text: Fishermen'll find your fuckin head in a river\n  start_ms: 74300\n  end_ms: 77070\n- text: See my competitors quiver, holdin slugs, I'd rather deliver\n  start_ms: 77070\n  end_ms: 79760\n- text: Yeah I got locked but I'm here, he a dead nigga\n  start_ms: 79760\n  end_ms: 82570\n- text: You can't compare it, I hear niggas with 25, say fuck inside, I'm a wear it\n  start_ms: 82570\n  end_ms: 86270\n- text: From dead niggas, I don't hear shit\n  start_ms: 86270\n  end_ms: 87730\n- text: Think before you risk losin your health\n  start_ms: 87730\n  end_ms: 89700\n- text: Niggas grillin me, should understand man, you're just confusin yourself\n  start_ms: 89700\n  end_ms: 92530\n- text: Cause I don't buy that, that shit is whack, it's a smart act\n  start_ms: 92530\n  end_ms: 95200\n- text: Tell a cat let's do a car jack, see where his heart at\n  start_ms: 95200\n  end_ms: 97720\n- text: If he refuse it, then a nilpotent might lose it\n  start_ms: 97720\n  end_ms: 100330\n- text: If he do it, we gon' see he fuckin stupid and use it\n  start_ms: 100330\n  end_ms: 102840\n- text: To make 'em do shit, like rob a club with a pool stick\n  start_ms: 102840\n  end_ms: 105340\n- text: On a train stickin chicks in they tit with a toothpick\n  start_ms: 105340\n  end_ms: 107910\n- text: Lay back and laugh at this jackass\n  start_ms: 107910\n  end_ms: 109860\n- text: Make 'em let me use his army coat pocket as my personal crack stash\n  start_ms: 109860\n  end_ms: 112680\n- text: If he ever back lash, let the black MAC\n  start_ms: 112680\n  end_ms: 115560\n- text: Blast from the back of his cap up to the crack of his ass\n  start_ms: 115560\n  end_ms: 118090\n- text: Look it here, niggas took it there, like a crook'll care\n  start_ms: 118090\n  end_ms: 120770\n- text: I unload, all ya hear is blooka blooka yeah, blooka yeah, nigga\n  start_ms: 120770\n  end_ms: 124450\n- text: '[Hook - scratching of samples] - w/ ad libs'\n  start_ms: 124450\n  end_ms: 125580\n- text: '\"Saigon-Saigon the Don\"'\n  start_ms: 125580\n  end_ms: 126740\n- text: '\"Holdin it down, for New York City\"'\n  start_ms: 126740\n  end_ms: 128720\n- text: '\"It''s (BK), it''s (all day)\"'\n  start_ms: 128720\n  end_ms: 130430\n- text: '\"Critically acclaimed, criminals to blame\"'\n  start_ms: 130430\n  end_ms: 133380\n- text: '\"When it comes to verbs, I be flippin'\n  start_ms: 133380\n  end_ms: 136480\n- text: Cause herbs just be shittin off the words I be kickin\"\n  start_ms: 136480\n  end_ms: 138640\n- text: '\"Say word\"'\n  start_ms: 138640\n  end_ms: 139960\n- text: '\"That''s word, Sean don''t give a (give a)\"'\n  start_ms: 139960\n  end_ms: 141650\n- text: Haha, what up?\n  start_ms: 141650\n  end_ms: 143840\n- text: Yo, Sean P, Statik Selek', pass me the sket\n  start_ms: 143840\n  end_ms: 146500\n- text: Shot the first whack rapper spittin trash on the set\n  start_ms: 146500\n  end_ms: 149260\n- text: Pass me a check cause nigga don't be rappin for free\n  start_ms: 149260\n  end_ms: 151620\n- text: Rap for a fee, producers, I rap for a beat\n  start_ms: 151620\n  end_ms: 154480\n- text: Fuck around and get smacked with the heat, wrapped in a sheet, cremate 'em\n  start_ms: 154480\n  end_ms: 157530\n- text: Loved across the board, P. hate 'em\n  start_ms: 157530\n  end_ms: 159880\n- text: I don't like thugs (thugs), I don't like nerds\n  start_ms: 159880\n  end_ms: 162420\n- text: I don't like myself and I hate bein disturbed\n  start_ms: 162420\n  end_ms: 164740\n- text: I hate seein you birds, hummin, stunt on the block\n  start_ms: 164740\n  end_ms: 167220\n- text: Suckin cock for a hundred a 'wap\n  start_ms: 167220\n  end_ms: 169410\n- text: Get a job, I used to sell rocks in front of my mom's building\n  start_ms: 169410\n  end_ms: 172460\n- text: Twelve hundred a day, now me and my moms chillin\n  start_ms: 172460\n  end_ms: 175060\n- text: Uh, I write raps, make five stacks a show\n  start_ms: 175060\n  end_ms: 177850\n- text: Sell white to white people, stay playin in snow (okay)\n  start_ms: 177850\n  end_ms: 180510\n- text: Stay rakin in dough (yeah), you stay hatin the flow\n  start_ms: 180510\n  end_ms: 183070\n- text: Assault and battery, I stay breakin your nose\n  start_ms: 183070\n  end_ms: 185420\n- text: '[Hook - scratching of samples] - w/ ad libs'\n  start_ms: 185420\n  end_ms: 186690\n- text: '\"So what\"'\n  start_ms: 186690\n  end_ms: 187430\n- text: '\"Just wonder why he''s fuckin crazy\"'\n  start_ms: 187430\n  end_ms: 189020\n- text: '\"Holdin it down, for New York City\"'\n  start_ms: 189020\n  end_ms: 191470\n- text: '\"It''s (BK), it''s (all day)\"'\n  start_ms: 191470\n  end_ms: 193290\n- text: '\"Critically acclaimed, criminals to blame ...\"'\n  start_ms: 193290\n  end_ms: 195700\n- text: '\"Somewhere\"'\n  start_ms: 195700\n  end_ms: 197610\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 197610\nplain: |-\n  - Sample from \"Let The Sunshine In\" from the musical \"Hair\"]\n  \"New told lies, with supreme visions of lonely tunes\"\n\n  Uh, what the fuck, what the fuck, huh?\n  Uh, if I ask you who's your top 10 greatest rappers dead or alive\n  And you don't mention my name, I'm a blacken your eyes\n  I'm from the bottom of the 'ville, duke I had to survive\n  Where them snakes that'll murder your fam' and then slap you a five\n  Keep it goin now, P.E. shit, hoein now\n  Big bag of white widow, kiddo (throw it down)\n  It's the death of a MC, death of the Auto-Tune\n  Death of the motherfuckin engineer that recorded to ya\n  You're spaced out, what the fuck you recordin for motherfuckers on the moon?\n  This is for my real corner goons\n  It's Fame (M.O.P.), back at it again\n  Cop killer, slugs, black 'matic and gauge\n  Niggas ain't gon' give me my credit\n  So hear's a couple of curse words for y'all niggas to edit\n  Suck a dick, you trick punk bitch\n  You fuckin with the Brownsville warriors, I'm so glorious\n\n  [Hook - scrathing of samples] - w/ ad libs\n  \"Tell 'em Fame\"\n  \"Lil' Fame in the\"\n  \"Holdin it down, for New York City\"\n  \"It's (BK), it's (all day)\"\n  \"Statik Selektah\"\n  \"Critically acclaimed, criminals to blame\"\n  \"New York, is takin the scene back\"\n  \"Yes sir\"\n  \"The whole's most underrated\"\n  \"I'm showin off for Statik\"\n  \"Brownsville\"\n\n  Haha, look\n  Oh I get it, you thought you was dealin with some regular niggas\n  Fishermen'll find your fuckin head in a river\n  See my competitors quiver, holdin slugs, I'd rather deliver\n  Yeah I got locked but I'm here, he a dead nigga\n  You can't compare it, I hear niggas with 25, say fuck inside, I'm a wear it\n  From dead niggas, I don't hear shit\n  Think before you risk losin your health\n  Niggas grillin me, should understand man, you're just confusin yourself\n  Cause I don't buy that, that shit is whack, it's a smart act\n  Tell a cat let's do a car jack, see where his heart at\n  If he refuse it, then a nilpotent might lose it\n  If he do it, we gon' see he fuckin stupid and use it\n  To make 'em do shit, like rob a club with a pool stick\n  On a train stickin chicks in they tit with a toothpick\n  Lay back and laugh at this jackass\n  Make 'em let me use his army coat pocket as my personal crack stash\n  If he ever back lash, let the black MAC\n  Blast from the back of his cap up to the crack of his ass\n  Look it here, niggas took it there, like a crook'll care\n  I unload, all ya hear is blooka blooka yeah, blooka yeah, nigga\n\n  [Hook - scratching of samples] - w/ ad libs\n  \"Saigon-Saigon the Don\"\n  \"Holdin it down, for New York City\"\n  \"It's (BK), it's (all day)\"\n  \"Critically acclaimed, criminals to blame\"\n  \"When it comes to verbs, I be flippin\n  Cause herbs just be shittin off the words I be kickin\"\n  \"Say word\"\n  \"That's word, Sean don't give a (give a)\"\n\n  Haha, what up?\n  Yo, Sean P, Statik Selek', pass me the sket\n  Shot the first whack rapper spittin trash on the set\n  Pass me a check cause nigga don't be rappin for free\n  Rap for a fee, producers, I rap for a beat\n  Fuck around and get smacked with the heat, wrapped in a sheet, cremate 'em\n  Loved across the board, P. hate 'em\n  I don't like thugs (thugs), I don't like nerds\n  I don't like myself and I hate bein disturbed\n  I hate seein you birds, hummin, stunt on the block\n  Suckin cock for a hundred a 'wap\n  Get a job, I used to sell rocks in front of my mom's building\n  Twelve hundred a day, now me and my moms chillin\n  Uh, I write raps, make five stacks a show\n  Sell white to white people, stay playin in snow (okay)\n  Stay rakin in dough (yeah), you stay hatin the flow\n  Assault and battery, I stay breakin your nose\n\n  [Hook - scratching of samples] - w/ ad libs\n  \"So what\"\n  \"Just wonder why he's fuckin crazy\"\n  \"Holdin it down, for New York City\"\n  \"It's (BK), it's (all day)\"\n  \"Critically acclaimed, criminals to blame ...\"\n  \"Somewhere\"\n"}]