[{"id":1164335,"name":"Hum Drum","trackName":"Hum Drum","artistName":"Terror Squad","albumName":"True Story","duration":252.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Downâ¦\nThe paint is peelin'\nNowâ¦\nWhen the chips are down\nDownâ¦\nYou gotta lose all feelin\nNowâ¦\nWhen the chips are down\n\nYea . i getz it poppin everybody know what Remy bout\nGot niggas shocked like justin just pulled janets titty out\nYea i spit it out quick to put a nigga out\nThe bullets larged in doctors cant get em out\nYou gets no love to me ya'll dead bugs\nMi records dont sell then ima sell drugs\nFrom o's to whole p's\nGrams to whole keys\nNo joke i got coke that'll make ya nose bleed\nDope so pote and my fiends done OD'd\nFor 350 a pop ill sell you a dro seed\nYou really dont know me and thats the fun part\nSee my flows retarded but miss martin is dumb smart\nN you aliterate you cant even read the teleprompta\nI got niggas flying me weed in by helicopter\nYou look sad when i pass in this toy benz\nYou gon' be real mad when i bag ya boyfriend\n\nDownâ¦\nThe paint is peelin'\nNowâ¦\nWhen the chips are down\nDownâ¦\nYou gotta lose all feelin\nNowâ¦\nWhen the chips are down\nDownâ¦\nThe paint is peelin'\nNowâ¦\nWhen the chips are down\nDownâ¦\nYou gotta lose all feelin\nNowâ¦\nYour head goes round n round\n\nYou can feel my pain like a drug\nYou can light it with fire\nAnd you can mix it with your blood if your tryna get higher\nAnother angel in a thugs body scarred and tired\nGoing to court got a luminati judgin me biased\nShit i talk aint for everybody\nWalkin united\nThe way i walk its a challenge just to balance on wires\nMy old connect put me on\nSaid he robbed the supplier\nSo i pieced him out with pity 'cause his ass was on fire\nWhat goes around comes around holmes\nI aint lyin\nThats why the scarrs on my face cause bad karma and violence\nJust before a nigga wake i spend the night in silence\nTo give my nerves a little break before its back to the malace\nI'd like to dedicate this rhyme to old emotional scarrs\nSome nites i meditate hopin\nBring me closer to god\nTryna regulate my time between the earth and the stars\nGet my health back to determine when i curln' them bars\n\nDownâ¦\nThe paint is peelin'\nNowâ¦\nWhen the chips are down\nDownâ¦\nYou gotta lose all feelin\nNowâ¦\nWhen the chips are down\nDownâ¦\nThe paint is peelin'\nNowâ¦\nWhen the chips are down\nDownâ¦\nYou gotta lose all feelin\nNowâ¦\nYour head goes round n round\n\nYo this the upcoming success\nDefinition of prospect\nPut ya money on me you get recognition and profits\nOn any condition i drops it\nOn a mission no listen to gossip\nWhether splittin imposta's\nSorta like a mobsta and my niggas i got ya\nWe all gon be eatin soon like italians with pasta\nSmokin weed eatin curry chicken like the robstas\nAfter that go to city allen and get the lobstas\nNow can i get a witness\nLemme show ya'll my visions\nNever had a job but still takin all my business\nNo GED only diploma was my lyrics\nI rhyme heavenly and let soldiers off the appearance\nAnd rap so i keep my dough stacks\nDont me go back and clap clap\nAt yo do' matt like nigga hold that\nTheres no feelings im feelin 'cause when im feelin im killin the mutherf**ker right on his trip\nThey killin the villan what\n\nDownâ¦\nThe paint is peelin'\nNowâ¦\nWhen the chips are down\nDownâ¦\nYou gotta lose all feelin\nNowâ¦\nWhen the chips are down\nDownâ¦\nThe paint is peelin'\nNowâ¦\nWhen the chips are down\nDownâ¦\nYou gotta lose all feelin\nNowâ¦\nYour head goes round n round","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Hum Drum\n  artist: Terror Squad\n  album: True Story\n  duration_ms: 252000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Downâ¦\n  The paint is peelin'\n  Nowâ¦\n  When the chips are down\n  Downâ¦\n  You gotta lose all feelin\n  Nowâ¦\n  When the chips are down\n\n  Yea . i getz it poppin everybody know what Remy bout\n  Got niggas shocked like justin just pulled janets titty out\n  Yea i spit it out quick to put a nigga out\n  The bullets larged in doctors cant get em out\n  You gets no love to me ya'll dead bugs\n  Mi records dont sell then ima sell drugs\n  From o's to whole p's\n  Grams to whole keys\n  No joke i got coke that'll make ya nose bleed\n  Dope so pote and my fiends done OD'd\n  For 350 a pop ill sell you a dro seed\n  You really dont know me and thats the fun part\n  See my flows retarded but miss martin is dumb smart\n  N you aliterate you cant even read the teleprompta\n  I got niggas flying me weed in by helicopter\n  You look sad when i pass in this toy benz\n  You gon' be real mad when i bag ya boyfriend\n\n  Downâ¦\n  The paint is peelin'\n  Nowâ¦\n  When the chips are down\n  Downâ¦\n  You gotta lose all feelin\n  Nowâ¦\n  When the chips are down\n  Downâ¦\n  The paint is peelin'\n  Nowâ¦\n  When the chips are down\n  Downâ¦\n  You gotta lose all feelin\n  Nowâ¦\n  Your head goes round n round\n\n  You can feel my pain like a drug\n  You can light it with fire\n  And you can mix it with your blood if your tryna get higher\n  Another angel in a thugs body scarred and tired\n  Going to court got a luminati judgin me biased\n  Shit i talk aint for everybody\n  Walkin united\n  The way i walk its a challenge just to balance on wires\n  My old connect put me on\n  Said he robbed the supplier\n  So i pieced him out with pity 'cause his ass was on fire\n  What goes around comes around holmes\n  I aint lyin\n  Thats why the scarrs on my face cause bad karma and violence\n  Just before a nigga wake i spend the night in silence\n  To give my nerves a little break before its back to the malace\n  I'd like to dedicate this rhyme to old emotional scarrs\n  Some nites i meditate hopin\n  Bring me closer to god\n  Tryna regulate my time between the earth and the stars\n  Get my health back to determine when i curln' them bars\n\n  Downâ¦\n  The paint is peelin'\n  Nowâ¦\n  When the chips are down\n  Downâ¦\n  You gotta lose all feelin\n  Nowâ¦\n  When the chips are down\n  Downâ¦\n  The paint is peelin'\n  Nowâ¦\n  When the chips are down\n  Downâ¦\n  You gotta lose all feelin\n  Nowâ¦\n  Your head goes round n round\n\n  Yo this the upcoming success\n  Definition of prospect\n  Put ya money on me you get recognition and profits\n  On any condition i drops it\n  On a mission no listen to gossip\n  Whether splittin imposta's\n  Sorta like a mobsta and my niggas i got ya\n  We all gon be eatin soon like italians with pasta\n  Smokin weed eatin curry chicken like the robstas\n  After that go to city allen and get the lobstas\n  Now can i get a witness\n  Lemme show ya'll my visions\n  Never had a job but still takin all my business\n  No GED only diploma was my lyrics\n  I rhyme heavenly and let soldiers off the appearance\n  And rap so i keep my dough stacks\n  Dont me go back and clap clap\n  At yo do' matt like nigga hold that\n  Theres no feelings im feelin 'cause when im feelin im killin the mutherf**ker right on his trip\n  They killin the villan what\n\n  Downâ¦\n  The paint is peelin'\n  Nowâ¦\n  When the chips are down\n  Downâ¦\n  You gotta lose all feelin\n  Nowâ¦\n  When the chips are down\n  Downâ¦\n  The paint is peelin'\n  Nowâ¦\n  When the chips are down\n  Downâ¦\n  You gotta lose all feelin\n  Nowâ¦\n  Your head goes round n round\n"},{"id":23375746,"name":"Hum Drum","trackName":"Hum Drum","artistName":"Terror Squad","albumName":"True Story","duration":331.255873,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Downâ¦\nThe paint is peelin'\nNowâ¦\nWhen the chips are down\nDownâ¦\nYou gotta lose all feelin\nNowâ¦\nWhen the chips are down\n\nYea . i getz it poppin everybody know what Remy bout\nGot niggas shocked like justin just pulled janets titty out\nYea i spit it out quick to put a nigga out\nThe bullets larged in doctors cant get em out\nYou gets no love to me ya'll dead bugs\nMi records dont sell then ima sell drugs\nFrom o's to whole p's\nGrams to whole keys\nNo joke i got coke that'll make ya nose bleed\nDope so pote and my fiends done OD'd\nFor 350 a pop ill sell you a dro seed\nYou really dont know me and thats the fun part\nSee my flows retarded but miss martin is dumb smart\nN you aliterate you cant even read the teleprompta\nI got niggas flying me weed in by helicopter\nYou look sad when i pass in this toy benz\nYou gon' be real mad when i bag ya boyfriend\n\nDownâ¦\nThe paint is peelin'\nNowâ¦\nWhen the chips are down\nDownâ¦\nYou gotta lose all feelin\nNowâ¦\nWhen the chips are down\nDownâ¦\nThe paint is peelin'\nNowâ¦\nWhen the chips are down\nDownâ¦\nYou gotta lose all feelin\nNowâ¦\nYour head goes round n round\n\nYou can feel my pain like a drug\nYou can light it with fire\nAnd you can mix it with your blood if your tryna get higher\nAnother angel in a thugs body scarred and tired\nGoing to court got a luminati judgin me biased\nShit i talk aint for everybody\nWalkin united\nThe way i walk its a challenge just to balance on wires\nMy old connect put me on\nSaid he robbed the supplier\nSo i pieced him out with pity 'cause his ass was on fire\nWhat goes around comes around holmes\nI aint lyin\nThats why the scarrs on my face cause bad karma and violence\nJust before a nigga wake i spend the night in silence\nTo give my nerves a little break before its back to the malace\nI'd like to dedicate this rhyme to old emotional scarrs\nSome nites i meditate hopin\nBring me closer to god\nTryna regulate my time between the earth and the stars\nGet my health back to determine when i curln' them bars\n\nDownâ¦\nThe paint is peelin'\nNowâ¦\nWhen the chips are down\nDownâ¦\nYou gotta lose all feelin\nNowâ¦\nWhen the chips are down\nDownâ¦\nThe paint is peelin'\nNowâ¦\nWhen the chips are down\nDownâ¦\nYou gotta lose all feelin\nNowâ¦\nYour head goes round n round\n\nYo this the upcoming success\nDefinition of prospect\nPut ya money on me you get recognition and profits\nOn any condition i drops it\nOn a mission no listen to gossip\nWhether splittin imposta's\nSorta like a mobsta and my niggas i got ya\nWe all gon be eatin soon like italians with pasta\nSmokin weed eatin curry chicken like the robstas\nAfter that go to city allen and get the lobstas\nNow can i get a witness\nLemme show ya'll my visions\nNever had a job but still takin all my business\nNo GED only diploma was my lyrics\nI rhyme heavenly and let soldiers off the appearance\nAnd rap so i keep my dough stacks\nDont me go back and clap clap\nAt yo do' matt like nigga hold that\nTheres no feelings im feelin 'cause when im feelin im killin the mutherf**ker right on his trip\nThey killin the villan what\n\nDownâ¦\nThe paint is peelin'\nNowâ¦\nWhen the chips are down\nDownâ¦\nYou gotta lose all feelin\nNowâ¦\nWhen the chips are down\nDownâ¦\nThe paint is peelin'\nNowâ¦\nWhen the chips are down\nDownâ¦\nYou gotta lose all feelin\nNowâ¦\nYour head goes round n round","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Hum Drum\n  artist: Terror Squad\n  album: True Story\n  duration_ms: 331256\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Downâ¦\n  The paint is peelin'\n  Nowâ¦\n  When the chips are down\n  Downâ¦\n  You gotta lose all feelin\n  Nowâ¦\n  When the chips are down\n\n  Yea . i getz it poppin everybody know what Remy bout\n  Got niggas shocked like justin just pulled janets titty out\n  Yea i spit it out quick to put a nigga out\n  The bullets larged in doctors cant get em out\n  You gets no love to me ya'll dead bugs\n  Mi records dont sell then ima sell drugs\n  From o's to whole p's\n  Grams to whole keys\n  No joke i got coke that'll make ya nose bleed\n  Dope so pote and my fiends done OD'd\n  For 350 a pop ill sell you a dro seed\n  You really dont know me and thats the fun part\n  See my flows retarded but miss martin is dumb smart\n  N you aliterate you cant even read the teleprompta\n  I got niggas flying me weed in by helicopter\n  You look sad when i pass in this toy benz\n  You gon' be real mad when i bag ya boyfriend\n\n  Downâ¦\n  The paint is peelin'\n  Nowâ¦\n  When the chips are down\n  Downâ¦\n  You gotta lose all feelin\n  Nowâ¦\n  When the chips are down\n  Downâ¦\n  The paint is peelin'\n  Nowâ¦\n  When the chips are down\n  Downâ¦\n  You gotta lose all feelin\n  Nowâ¦\n  Your head goes round n round\n\n  You can feel my pain like a drug\n  You can light it with fire\n  And you can mix it with your blood if your tryna get higher\n  Another angel in a thugs body scarred and tired\n  Going to court got a luminati judgin me biased\n  Shit i talk aint for everybody\n  Walkin united\n  The way i walk its a challenge just to balance on wires\n  My old connect put me on\n  Said he robbed the supplier\n  So i pieced him out with pity 'cause his ass was on fire\n  What goes around comes around holmes\n  I aint lyin\n  Thats why the scarrs on my face cause bad karma and violence\n  Just before a nigga wake i spend the night in silence\n  To give my nerves a little break before its back to the malace\n  I'd like to dedicate this rhyme to old emotional scarrs\n  Some nites i meditate hopin\n  Bring me closer to god\n  Tryna regulate my time between the earth and the stars\n  Get my health back to determine when i curln' them bars\n\n  Downâ¦\n  The paint is peelin'\n  Nowâ¦\n  When the chips are down\n  Downâ¦\n  You gotta lose all feelin\n  Nowâ¦\n  When the chips are down\n  Downâ¦\n  The paint is peelin'\n  Nowâ¦\n  When the chips are down\n  Downâ¦\n  You gotta lose all feelin\n  Nowâ¦\n  Your head goes round n round\n\n  Yo this the upcoming success\n  Definition of prospect\n  Put ya money on me you get recognition and profits\n  On any condition i drops it\n  On a mission no listen to gossip\n  Whether splittin imposta's\n  Sorta like a mobsta and my niggas i got ya\n  We all gon be eatin soon like italians with pasta\n  Smokin weed eatin curry chicken like the robstas\n  After that go to city allen and get the lobstas\n  Now can i get a witness\n  Lemme show ya'll my visions\n  Never had a job but still takin all my business\n  No GED only diploma was my lyrics\n  I rhyme heavenly and let soldiers off the appearance\n  And rap so i keep my dough stacks\n  Dont me go back and clap clap\n  At yo do' matt like nigga hold that\n  Theres no feelings im feelin 'cause when im feelin im killin the mutherf**ker right on his trip\n  They killin the villan what\n\n  Downâ¦\n  The paint is peelin'\n  Nowâ¦\n  When the chips are down\n  Downâ¦\n  You gotta lose all feelin\n  Nowâ¦\n  When the chips are down\n  Downâ¦\n  The paint is peelin'\n  Nowâ¦\n  When the chips are down\n  Downâ¦\n  You gotta lose all feelin\n  Nowâ¦\n  Your head goes round n round\n"},{"id":23332089,"name":"Hum Drum","trackName":"Hum Drum","artistName":"Terror Squad","albumName":"True Story","duration":331.2558848,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Downâ¦\nThe paint is peelin'\nNowâ¦\nWhen the chips are down\nDownâ¦\nYou gotta lose all feelin\nNowâ¦\nWhen the chips are down\n\nYea . i getz it poppin everybody know what Remy bout\nGot niggas shocked like justin just pulled janets titty out\nYea i spit it out quick to put a nigga out\nThe bullets larged in doctors cant get em out\nYou gets no love to me ya'll dead bugs\nMi records dont sell then ima sell drugs\nFrom o's to whole p's\nGrams to whole keys\nNo joke i got coke that'll make ya nose bleed\nDope so pote and my fiends done OD'd\nFor 350 a pop ill sell you a dro seed\nYou really dont know me and thats the fun part\nSee my flows retarded but miss martin is dumb smart\nN you aliterate you cant even read the teleprompta\nI got niggas flying me weed in by helicopter\nYou look sad when i pass in this toy benz\nYou gon' be real mad when i bag ya boyfriend\n\nDownâ¦\nThe paint is peelin'\nNowâ¦\nWhen the chips are down\nDownâ¦\nYou gotta lose all feelin\nNowâ¦\nWhen the chips are down\nDownâ¦\nThe paint is peelin'\nNowâ¦\nWhen the chips are down\nDownâ¦\nYou gotta lose all feelin\nNowâ¦\nYour head goes round n round\n\nYou can feel my pain like a drug\nYou can light it with fire\nAnd you can mix it with your blood if your tryna get higher\nAnother angel in a thugs body scarred and tired\nGoing to court got a luminati judgin me biased\nShit i talk aint for everybody\nWalkin united\nThe way i walk its a challenge just to balance on wires\nMy old connect put me on\nSaid he robbed the supplier\nSo i pieced him out with pity 'cause his ass was on fire\nWhat goes around comes around holmes\nI aint lyin\nThats why the scarrs on my face cause bad karma and violence\nJust before a nigga wake i spend the night in silence\nTo give my nerves a little break before its back to the malace\nI'd like to dedicate this rhyme to old emotional scarrs\nSome nites i meditate hopin\nBring me closer to god\nTryna regulate my time between the earth and the stars\nGet my health back to determine when i curln' them bars\n\nDownâ¦\nThe paint is peelin'\nNowâ¦\nWhen the chips are down\nDownâ¦\nYou gotta lose all feelin\nNowâ¦\nWhen the chips are down\nDownâ¦\nThe paint is peelin'\nNowâ¦\nWhen the chips are down\nDownâ¦\nYou gotta lose all feelin\nNowâ¦\nYour head goes round n round\n\nYo this the upcoming success\nDefinition of prospect\nPut ya money on me you get recognition and profits\nOn any condition i drops it\nOn a mission no listen to gossip\nWhether splittin imposta's\nSorta like a mobsta and my niggas i got ya\nWe all gon be eatin soon like italians with pasta\nSmokin weed eatin curry chicken like the robstas\nAfter that go to city allen and get the lobstas\nNow can i get a witness\nLemme show ya'll my visions\nNever had a job but still takin all my business\nNo GED only diploma was my lyrics\nI rhyme heavenly and let soldiers off the appearance\nAnd rap so i keep my dough stacks\nDont me go back and clap clap\nAt yo do' matt like nigga hold that\nTheres no feelings im feelin 'cause when im feelin im killin the mutherf**ker right on his trip\nThey killin the villan what\n\nDownâ¦\nThe paint is peelin'\nNowâ¦\nWhen the chips are down\nDownâ¦\nYou gotta lose all feelin\nNowâ¦\nWhen the chips are down\nDownâ¦\nThe paint is peelin'\nNowâ¦\nWhen the chips are down\nDownâ¦\nYou gotta lose all feelin\nNowâ¦\nYour head goes round n round","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Hum Drum\n  artist: Terror Squad\n  album: True Story\n  duration_ms: 331256\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Downâ¦\n  The paint is peelin'\n  Nowâ¦\n  When the chips are down\n  Downâ¦\n  You gotta lose all feelin\n  Nowâ¦\n  When the chips are down\n\n  Yea . i getz it poppin everybody know what Remy bout\n  Got niggas shocked like justin just pulled janets titty out\n  Yea i spit it out quick to put a nigga out\n  The bullets larged in doctors cant get em out\n  You gets no love to me ya'll dead bugs\n  Mi records dont sell then ima sell drugs\n  From o's to whole p's\n  Grams to whole keys\n  No joke i got coke that'll make ya nose bleed\n  Dope so pote and my fiends done OD'd\n  For 350 a pop ill sell you a dro seed\n  You really dont know me and thats the fun part\n  See my flows retarded but miss martin is dumb smart\n  N you aliterate you cant even read the teleprompta\n  I got niggas flying me weed in by helicopter\n  You look sad when i pass in this toy benz\n  You gon' be real mad when i bag ya boyfriend\n\n  Downâ¦\n  The paint is peelin'\n  Nowâ¦\n  When the chips are down\n  Downâ¦\n  You gotta lose all feelin\n  Nowâ¦\n  When the chips are down\n  Downâ¦\n  The paint is peelin'\n  Nowâ¦\n  When the chips are down\n  Downâ¦\n  You gotta lose all feelin\n  Nowâ¦\n  Your head goes round n round\n\n  You can feel my pain like a drug\n  You can light it with fire\n  And you can mix it with your blood if your tryna get higher\n  Another angel in a thugs body scarred and tired\n  Going to court got a luminati judgin me biased\n  Shit i talk aint for everybody\n  Walkin united\n  The way i walk its a challenge just to balance on wires\n  My old connect put me on\n  Said he robbed the supplier\n  So i pieced him out with pity 'cause his ass was on fire\n  What goes around comes around holmes\n  I aint lyin\n  Thats why the scarrs on my face cause bad karma and violence\n  Just before a nigga wake i spend the night in silence\n  To give my nerves a little break before its back to the malace\n  I'd like to dedicate this rhyme to old emotional scarrs\n  Some nites i meditate hopin\n  Bring me closer to god\n  Tryna regulate my time between the earth and the stars\n  Get my health back to determine when i curln' them bars\n\n  Downâ¦\n  The paint is peelin'\n  Nowâ¦\n  When the chips are down\n  Downâ¦\n  You gotta lose all feelin\n  Nowâ¦\n  When the chips are down\n  Downâ¦\n  The paint is peelin'\n  Nowâ¦\n  When the chips are down\n  Downâ¦\n  You gotta lose all feelin\n  Nowâ¦\n  Your head goes round n round\n\n  Yo this the upcoming success\n  Definition of prospect\n  Put ya money on me you get recognition and profits\n  On any condition i drops it\n  On a mission no listen to gossip\n  Whether splittin imposta's\n  Sorta like a mobsta and my niggas i got ya\n  We all gon be eatin soon like italians with pasta\n  Smokin weed eatin curry chicken like the robstas\n  After that go to city allen and get the lobstas\n  Now can i get a witness\n  Lemme show ya'll my visions\n  Never had a job but still takin all my business\n  No GED only diploma was my lyrics\n  I rhyme heavenly and let soldiers off the appearance\n  And rap so i keep my dough stacks\n  Dont me go back and clap clap\n  At yo do' matt like nigga hold that\n  Theres no feelings im feelin 'cause when im feelin im killin the mutherf**ker right on his trip\n  They killin the villan what\n\n  Downâ¦\n  The paint is peelin'\n  Nowâ¦\n  When the chips are down\n  Downâ¦\n  You gotta lose all feelin\n  Nowâ¦\n  When the chips are down\n  Downâ¦\n  The paint is peelin'\n  Nowâ¦\n  When the chips are down\n  Downâ¦\n  You gotta lose all feelin\n  Nowâ¦\n  Your head goes round n round\n"},{"id":16549791,"name":"Hum Drum Ft. Remy","trackName":"Hum Drum Ft. Remy","artistName":"Terror Squad","albumName":"True Story","duration":253.387625,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Downâ¦\nThe paint is peelin'\nNowâ¦\nWhen the chips are down\nDownâ¦\nYou gotta lose all feelin\nNowâ¦\nwhen the chips are down\n\nyea . i getz it poppin everybody know what Remy bout\ngot niggas shocked like justin just pulled janets titty out\nyea i spit it out quick to put a nigga out\nthe bullets larged in doctors cant get em out\nyou gets no love to me ya'll dead bugs\nmi records dont sell then ima sell drugs\nfrom o's to whole p's\ngrams to whole keys\nno joke i got coke that'll make ya nose bleed\ndope so pote and my fiends done OD'd\nfor 350 a pop ill sell you a dro seed\nyou really dont know me and thats the fun part\nsee my flows retarded but miss martin is dumb smart\nn you aliterate you cant even read the teleprompta\ni got niggas flying me weed in by helicopter\nyou look sad when i pass in this toy benz\nyou gon' be real mad when i bag ya boyfriend\n\nDownâ¦\nThe paint is peelin'\nNowâ¦\nWhen the chips are down\nDownâ¦\nYou gotta lose all feelin\nNowâ¦\nwhen the chips are down\nDownâ¦\nThe paint is peelin'\nNowâ¦\nWhen the chips are down\nDownâ¦\nYou gotta lose all feelin\nNowâ¦\nyour head goes round n round\n\nyou can feel my pain like a drug\nyou can light it with fire\nand you can mix it with your blood if your tryna get higher\nanother angel in a thugs body scarred and tired\ngoing to court got a luminati judgin me biased\nshit i talk aint for everybody\nwalkin united\nthe way i walk its a challenge just to balance on wires\nmy old connect put me on\nsaid he robbed the supplier\nso i pieced him out with pity 'cause his ass was on fire\nwhat goes around comes around holmes\ni aint lyin\nthats why the scarrs on my face cause bad karma and violence\njust before a nigga wake i spend the night in silence\nto give my nerves a little break before its back to the malace\ni'd like to dedicate this rhyme to old emotional scarrs\nsome nites i meditate hopin\nbring me closer to god\ntryna regulate my time between the earth and the stars\nget my health back to determine when i curln' them bars\n\nDownâ¦\nThe paint is peelin'\nNowâ¦\nWhen the chips are down\nDownâ¦\nYou gotta lose all feelin\nNowâ¦\nwhen the chips are down\nDownâ¦\nThe paint is peelin'\nNowâ¦\nWhen the chips are down\nDownâ¦\nYou gotta lose all feelin\nNowâ¦\nyour head goes round n round\n\nyo this the upcoming success\ndefinition of prospect\nput ya money on me you get recognition and profits\non any condition i drops it\non a mission no listen to gossip\nwhether splittin imposta's\nsorta like a mobsta and my niggas i got ya\nwe all gon be eatin soon like italians with pasta\nsmokin weed eatin curry chicken like the robstas\nafter that go to city allen and get the lobstas\nnow can i get a witness\nlemme show ya'll my visions\nnever had a job but still takin all my business\nno GED only diploma was my lyrics\ni rhyme heavenly and let soldiers off the appearance\nand rap so i keep my dough stacks\ndont me go back and clap clap\nAt yo do' matt like nigga hold that\ntheres no feelings im feelin 'cause when im feelin im killin the mutherf**ker right on his trip\nthey killin the villan what\n\nDownâ¦\nThe paint is peelin'\nNowâ¦\nWhen the chips are down\nDownâ¦\nYou gotta lose all feelin\nNowâ¦\nwhen the chips are down\nDownâ¦\nThe paint is peelin'\nNowâ¦\nWhen the chips are down\nDownâ¦\nYou gotta lose all feelin\nNowâ¦\nyour head goes round n round","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Hum Drum Ft. Remy\n  artist: Terror Squad\n  album: True Story\n  duration_ms: 253388\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Downâ¦\n  The paint is peelin'\n  Nowâ¦\n  When the chips are down\n  Downâ¦\n  You gotta lose all feelin\n  Nowâ¦\n  when the chips are down\n\n  yea . i getz it poppin everybody know what Remy bout\n  got niggas shocked like justin just pulled janets titty out\n  yea i spit it out quick to put a nigga out\n  the bullets larged in doctors cant get em out\n  you gets no love to me ya'll dead bugs\n  mi records dont sell then ima sell drugs\n  from o's to whole p's\n  grams to whole keys\n  no joke i got coke that'll make ya nose bleed\n  dope so pote and my fiends done OD'd\n  for 350 a pop ill sell you a dro seed\n  you really dont know me and thats the fun part\n  see my flows retarded but miss martin is dumb smart\n  n you aliterate you cant even read the teleprompta\n  i got niggas flying me weed in by helicopter\n  you look sad when i pass in this toy benz\n  you gon' be real mad when i bag ya boyfriend\n\n  Downâ¦\n  The paint is peelin'\n  Nowâ¦\n  When the chips are down\n  Downâ¦\n  You gotta lose all feelin\n  Nowâ¦\n  when the chips are down\n  Downâ¦\n  The paint is peelin'\n  Nowâ¦\n  When the chips are down\n  Downâ¦\n  You gotta lose all feelin\n  Nowâ¦\n  your head goes round n round\n\n  you can feel my pain like a drug\n  you can light it with fire\n  and you can mix it with your blood if your tryna get higher\n  another angel in a thugs body scarred and tired\n  going to court got a luminati judgin me biased\n  shit i talk aint for everybody\n  walkin united\n  the way i walk its a challenge just to balance on wires\n  my old connect put me on\n  said he robbed the supplier\n  so i pieced him out with pity 'cause his ass was on fire\n  what goes around comes around holmes\n  i aint lyin\n  thats why the scarrs on my face cause bad karma and violence\n  just before a nigga wake i spend the night in silence\n  to give my nerves a little break before its back to the malace\n  i'd like to dedicate this rhyme to old emotional scarrs\n  some nites i meditate hopin\n  bring me closer to god\n  tryna regulate my time between the earth and the stars\n  get my health back to determine when i curln' them bars\n\n  Downâ¦\n  The paint is peelin'\n  Nowâ¦\n  When the chips are down\n  Downâ¦\n  You gotta lose all feelin\n  Nowâ¦\n  when the chips are down\n  Downâ¦\n  The paint is peelin'\n  Nowâ¦\n  When the chips are down\n  Downâ¦\n  You gotta lose all feelin\n  Nowâ¦\n  your head goes round n round\n\n  yo this the upcoming success\n  definition of prospect\n  put ya money on me you get recognition and profits\n  on any condition i drops it\n  on a mission no listen to gossip\n  whether splittin imposta's\n  sorta like a mobsta and my niggas i got ya\n  we all gon be eatin soon like italians with pasta\n  smokin weed eatin curry chicken like the robstas\n  after that go to city allen and get the lobstas\n  now can i get a witness\n  lemme show ya'll my visions\n  never had a job but still takin all my business\n  no GED only diploma was my lyrics\n  i rhyme heavenly and let soldiers off the appearance\n  and rap so i keep my dough stacks\n  dont me go back and clap clap\n  At yo do' matt like nigga hold that\n  theres no feelings im feelin 'cause when im feelin im killin the mutherf**ker right on his trip\n  they killin the villan what\n\n  Downâ¦\n  The paint is peelin'\n  Nowâ¦\n  When the chips are down\n  Downâ¦\n  You gotta lose all feelin\n  Nowâ¦\n  when the chips are down\n  Downâ¦\n  The paint is peelin'\n  Nowâ¦\n  When the chips are down\n  Downâ¦\n  You gotta lose all feelin\n  Nowâ¦\n  your head goes round n round\n"},{"id":5034209,"name":"Hum Drum (Album Version (Explicit))","trackName":"Hum Drum (Album Version (Explicit))","artistName":"Terror Squad","albumName":"True Story","duration":252.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Downâ¦\nThe paint is peelin'\nNowâ¦\nWhen the chips are down\nDownâ¦\nYou gotta lose all feelin\nNowâ¦\nWhen the chips are down\n\nYea . i getz it poppin everybody know what Remy bout\nGot niggas shocked like justin just pulled janets titty out\nYea i spit it out quick to put a nigga out\nThe bullets larged in doctors cant get em out\nYou gets no love to me ya'll dead bugs\nMi records dont sell then ima sell drugs\nFrom o's to whole p's\nGrams to whole keys\nNo joke i got coke that'll make ya nose bleed\nDope so pote and my fiends done OD'd\nFor 350 a pop ill sell you a dro seed\nYou really dont know me and thats the fun part\nSee my flows retarded but miss martin is dumb smart\nN you aliterate you cant even read the teleprompta\nI got niggas flying me weed in by helicopter\nYou look sad when i pass in this toy benz\nYou gon' be real mad when i bag ya boyfriend\n\nDownâ¦\nThe paint is peelin'\nNowâ¦\nWhen the chips are down\nDownâ¦\nYou gotta lose all feelin\nNowâ¦\nWhen the chips are down\nDownâ¦\nThe paint is peelin'\nNowâ¦\nWhen the chips are down\nDownâ¦\nYou gotta lose all feelin\nNowâ¦\nYour head goes round n round\n\nYou can feel my pain like a drug\nYou can light it with fire\nAnd you can mix it with your blood if your tryna get higher\nAnother angel in a thugs body scarred and tired\nGoing to court got a luminati judgin me biased\nShit i talk aint for everybody\nWalkin united\nThe way i walk its a challenge just to balance on wires\nMy old connect put me on\nSaid he robbed the supplier\nSo i pieced him out with pity 'cause his ass was on fire\nWhat goes around comes around holmes\nI aint lyin\nThats why the scarrs on my face cause bad karma and violence\nJust before a nigga wake i spend the night in silence\nTo give my nerves a little break before its back to the malace\nI'd like to dedicate this rhyme to old emotional scarrs\nSome nites i meditate hopin\nBring me closer to god\nTryna regulate my time between the earth and the stars\nGet my health back to determine when i curln' them bars\n\nDownâ¦\nThe paint is peelin'\nNowâ¦\nWhen the chips are down\nDownâ¦\nYou gotta lose all feelin\nNowâ¦\nWhen the chips are down\nDownâ¦\nThe paint is peelin'\nNowâ¦\nWhen the chips are down\nDownâ¦\nYou gotta lose all feelin\nNowâ¦\nYour head goes round n round\n\nYo this the upcoming success\nDefinition of prospect\nPut ya money on me you get recognition and profits\nOn any condition i drops it\nOn a mission no listen to gossip\nWhether splittin imposta's\nSorta like a mobsta and my niggas i got ya\nWe all gon be eatin soon like italians with pasta\nSmokin weed eatin curry chicken like the robstas\nAfter that go to city allen and get the lobstas\nNow can i get a witness\nLemme show ya'll my visions\nNever had a job but still takin all my business\nNo GED only diploma was my lyrics\nI rhyme heavenly and let soldiers off the appearance\nAnd rap so i keep my dough stacks\nDont me go back and clap clap\nAt yo do' matt like nigga hold that\nTheres no feelings im feelin 'cause when im feelin im killin the mutherf**ker right on his trip\nThey killin the villan what\n\nDownâ¦\nThe paint is peelin'\nNowâ¦\nWhen the chips are down\nDownâ¦\nYou gotta lose all feelin\nNowâ¦\nWhen the chips are down\nDownâ¦\nThe paint is peelin'\nNowâ¦\nWhen the chips are down\nDownâ¦\nYou gotta lose all feelin\nNowâ¦\nYour head goes round n round","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Hum Drum (Album Version (Explicit))\n  artist: Terror Squad\n  album: True Story\n  duration_ms: 252000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Downâ¦\n  The paint is peelin'\n  Nowâ¦\n  When the chips are down\n  Downâ¦\n  You gotta lose all feelin\n  Nowâ¦\n  When the chips are down\n\n  Yea . i getz it poppin everybody know what Remy bout\n  Got niggas shocked like justin just pulled janets titty out\n  Yea i spit it out quick to put a nigga out\n  The bullets larged in doctors cant get em out\n  You gets no love to me ya'll dead bugs\n  Mi records dont sell then ima sell drugs\n  From o's to whole p's\n  Grams to whole keys\n  No joke i got coke that'll make ya nose bleed\n  Dope so pote and my fiends done OD'd\n  For 350 a pop ill sell you a dro seed\n  You really dont know me and thats the fun part\n  See my flows retarded but miss martin is dumb smart\n  N you aliterate you cant even read the teleprompta\n  I got niggas flying me weed in by helicopter\n  You look sad when i pass in this toy benz\n  You gon' be real mad when i bag ya boyfriend\n\n  Downâ¦\n  The paint is peelin'\n  Nowâ¦\n  When the chips are down\n  Downâ¦\n  You gotta lose all feelin\n  Nowâ¦\n  When the chips are down\n  Downâ¦\n  The paint is peelin'\n  Nowâ¦\n  When the chips are down\n  Downâ¦\n  You gotta lose all feelin\n  Nowâ¦\n  Your head goes round n round\n\n  You can feel my pain like a drug\n  You can light it with fire\n  And you can mix it with your blood if your tryna get higher\n  Another angel in a thugs body scarred and tired\n  Going to court got a luminati judgin me biased\n  Shit i talk aint for everybody\n  Walkin united\n  The way i walk its a challenge just to balance on wires\n  My old connect put me on\n  Said he robbed the supplier\n  So i pieced him out with pity 'cause his ass was on fire\n  What goes around comes around holmes\n  I aint lyin\n  Thats why the scarrs on my face cause bad karma and violence\n  Just before a nigga wake i spend the night in silence\n  To give my nerves a little break before its back to the malace\n  I'd like to dedicate this rhyme to old emotional scarrs\n  Some nites i meditate hopin\n  Bring me closer to god\n  Tryna regulate my time between the earth and the stars\n  Get my health back to determine when i curln' them bars\n\n  Downâ¦\n  The paint is peelin'\n  Nowâ¦\n  When the chips are down\n  Downâ¦\n  You gotta lose all feelin\n  Nowâ¦\n  When the chips are down\n  Downâ¦\n  The paint is peelin'\n  Nowâ¦\n  When the chips are down\n  Downâ¦\n  You gotta lose all feelin\n  Nowâ¦\n  Your head goes round n round\n\n  Yo this the upcoming success\n  Definition of prospect\n  Put ya money on me you get recognition and profits\n  On any condition i drops it\n  On a mission no listen to gossip\n  Whether splittin imposta's\n  Sorta like a mobsta and my niggas i got ya\n  We all gon be eatin soon like italians with pasta\n  Smokin weed eatin curry chicken like the robstas\n  After that go to city allen and get the lobstas\n  Now can i get a witness\n  Lemme show ya'll my visions\n  Never had a job but still takin all my business\n  No GED only diploma was my lyrics\n  I rhyme heavenly and let soldiers off the appearance\n  And rap so i keep my dough stacks\n  Dont me go back and clap clap\n  At yo do' matt like nigga hold that\n  Theres no feelings im feelin 'cause when im feelin im killin the mutherf**ker right on his trip\n  They killin the villan what\n\n  Downâ¦\n  The paint is peelin'\n  Nowâ¦\n  When the chips are down\n  Downâ¦\n  You gotta lose all feelin\n  Nowâ¦\n  When the chips are down\n  Downâ¦\n  The paint is peelin'\n  Nowâ¦\n  When the chips are down\n  Downâ¦\n  You gotta lose all feelin\n  Nowâ¦\n  Your head goes round n round\n"},{"id":31929118,"name":"Hum Drum","trackName":"Hum Drum","artistName":"Terror Squad, Remy, Prospect, Armageddon","albumName":"True Story","duration":252.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Now, the paint is peeling\nNow, when the chips are down\nNow, you kinda lose all feeling\nNow, when the chips are down\n\nYeah, I gets it popping, everybody know what Remy 'bout\nGot niggas shocked like Justin just pulled Janet's titties out\nYeah, I spit it out, quick to put a nigga out\nThe bullets lodged in, doctors can't get 'em out\nYou gets no love, to me, y'all dead bugs\nMy records don't sell, then, I'mma sell drugs\nFrom O's to whole P's, grams to whole ki's\nNo joke, I got shit that'll make your nose bleed\nMy dope so potent, my fiends, they O.D\nFor three-fifty a pop, I'll sell you a 'dro seed\nYou really don't know me, and that's the fun part\nSee, my flow's retarded, but Miss Martin is dumb smart\nAnd you illiterate, you can't even read the teleprompter\nI got niggas flyin' in, bitch, in by helicopter\nYou look sad when I pass in the toy Benz\nYou gon' be real mad when I bag your boyfriend\n\nNow, the paint is peeling\nNow, when the chips are down\nNow, you kinda lose all feeling\nNow, when the chips are down\nNow, the paint is peeling\nNow, when the chips are down\nNow, you kinda lose all feeling\nNow, your head goes 'round and 'round\n\nYeah, uh, it's the resurrection\nFresh out the grave, still brushin' the dirt off\nYeah, Getty Roc, Terror Squad, uh, yo, yo\nYou can feel my pain like a drug, you can light it with fire\nOr you can mix it with your blood if you tryna get higher\nAnother angel in a thug's body, scarred and tired\nGoin' to court, got Illuminati judgin' me biased\nShit I talk ain't for everybody, walkin' unite us\nThe way I walk is a challenge just to balance on wires\nMy old connect put me on, said he robbed the supplier\nSo I pieced him out with pity 'cause his ass was on fire\nWhat goes around comes around, homes, I ain't lyin'\nThat's why the scars on my face 'cause bad karma is violent\nJust before a nigga wake, I spend a night in silence\nTo give my nerves a little break before it's back to the malice\nI'd like to dedicate this rhyme to old emotional scars\nSome nights I meditate, hope it bring me closer to God\nTryna regulate my time between the Earth and the stars\nGet my health back, determine when I'm curlin' them bars\n\nNow, the paint is peeling\nNow, when the chips are down\nNow, you kinda lose all feeling\nNow, when the chips are down\nNow, the paint is peeling\nNow, when the chips are down\nNow, you kinda lose all feeling\nNow, your head goes 'round and 'round\n\nYeah, what up? It's your boy Prospect right here, man\nYou know, it ain't safe no more, ya heard? Yeah\nTerror Squad in the building, man, yeah, get 'em\nYo, this the upcomin' success, definition of Prospect\nPut your money on me, you'll get recognition and profits (money)\nOn any condition, I drops it\nOn a mission, don't listen to gossip, weapons splittin' imposters\nTold it like a mobster, and my niggas, I gotcha\nWe all gon' be eatin' soon like Italians with pasta\nSmokin' weed and curry chicken like the Rastas\nAfter that, go to City Island and get the lobsters\nNow, can I get a witness? Let me show y'all my visions\nNever had a job, but still takin' all my business\nNo GED, only diploma was my lyrics\nI rhyme heavenly and left souls just off the appearance\nAnd rap, so I keep my dough stacked, don't make me go back\nAnd clap-clap at your doormat like, \"Nigga, hold that\"\nThere's no feelings I'm feelin', 'cause when I'm feelin', I'm killin'\nThem motherfuckers right on the strip\nThen chillin', I'm villian, what?\n\nNow, the paint is peeling\nNow, when the chips are down\nNow, you kinda lose all feeling\nNow, when the chips are down\nNow, the paint is peeling\nNow, when the chips are down\nNow, you kinda lose all feeling\nNow, your head goes 'round and 'round","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Hum Drum\n  artist: Terror Squad, Remy, Prospect, Armageddon\n  album: True Story\n  duration_ms: 252000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Now, the paint is peeling\n  Now, when the chips are down\n  Now, you kinda lose all feeling\n  Now, when the chips are down\n\n  Yeah, I gets it popping, everybody know what Remy 'bout\n  Got niggas shocked like Justin just pulled Janet's titties out\n  Yeah, I spit it out, quick to put a nigga out\n  The bullets lodged in, doctors can't get 'em out\n  You gets no love, to me, y'all dead bugs\n  My records don't sell, then, I'mma sell drugs\n  From O's to whole P's, grams to whole ki's\n  No joke, I got shit that'll make your nose bleed\n  My dope so potent, my fiends, they O.D\n  For three-fifty a pop, I'll sell you a 'dro seed\n  You really don't know me, and that's the fun part\n  See, my flow's retarded, but Miss Martin is dumb smart\n  And you illiterate, you can't even read the teleprompter\n  I got niggas flyin' in, bitch, in by helicopter\n  You look sad when I pass in the toy Benz\n  You gon' be real mad when I bag your boyfriend\n\n  Now, the paint is peeling\n  Now, when the chips are down\n  Now, you kinda lose all feeling\n  Now, when the chips are down\n  Now, the paint is peeling\n  Now, when the chips are down\n  Now, you kinda lose all feeling\n  Now, your head goes 'round and 'round\n\n  Yeah, uh, it's the resurrection\n  Fresh out the grave, still brushin' the dirt off\n  Yeah, Getty Roc, Terror Squad, uh, yo, yo\n  You can feel my pain like a drug, you can light it with fire\n  Or you can mix it with your blood if you tryna get higher\n  Another angel in a thug's body, scarred and tired\n  Goin' to court, got Illuminati judgin' me biased\n  Shit I talk ain't for everybody, walkin' unite us\n  The way I walk is a challenge just to balance on wires\n  My old connect put me on, said he robbed the supplier\n  So I pieced him out with pity 'cause his ass was on fire\n  What goes around comes around, homes, I ain't lyin'\n  That's why the scars on my face 'cause bad karma is violent\n  Just before a nigga wake, I spend a night in silence\n  To give my nerves a little break before it's back to the malice\n  I'd like to dedicate this rhyme to old emotional scars\n  Some nights I meditate, hope it bring me closer to God\n  Tryna regulate my time between the Earth and the stars\n  Get my health back, determine when I'm curlin' them bars\n\n  Now, the paint is peeling\n  Now, when the chips are down\n  Now, you kinda lose all feeling\n  Now, when the chips are down\n  Now, the paint is peeling\n  Now, when the chips are down\n  Now, you kinda lose all feeling\n  Now, your head goes 'round and 'round\n\n  Yeah, what up? It's your boy Prospect right here, man\n  You know, it ain't safe no more, ya heard? Yeah\n  Terror Squad in the building, man, yeah, get 'em\n  Yo, this the upcomin' success, definition of Prospect\n  Put your money on me, you'll get recognition and profits (money)\n  On any condition, I drops it\n  On a mission, don't listen to gossip, weapons splittin' imposters\n  Told it like a mobster, and my niggas, I gotcha\n  We all gon' be eatin' soon like Italians with pasta\n  Smokin' weed and curry chicken like the Rastas\n  After that, go to City Island and get the lobsters\n  Now, can I get a witness? Let me show y'all my visions\n  Never had a job, but still takin' all my business\n  No GED, only diploma was my lyrics\n  I rhyme heavenly and left souls just off the appearance\n  And rap, so I keep my dough stacked, don't make me go back\n  And clap-clap at your doormat like, \"Nigga, hold that\"\n  There's no feelings I'm feelin', 'cause when I'm feelin', I'm killin'\n  Them motherfuckers right on the strip\n  Then chillin', I'm villian, what?\n\n  Now, the paint is peeling\n  Now, when the chips are down\n  Now, you kinda lose all feeling\n  Now, when the chips are down\n  Now, the paint is peeling\n  Now, when the chips are down\n  Now, you kinda lose all feeling\n  Now, your head goes 'round and 'round\n"},{"id":25770478,"name":"Hum Drum","trackName":"Hum Drum","artistName":"Terror Squad,Remy Ma,Prospect,Armageddon","albumName":"True Story","duration":252.029388,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Now, the paint is peeling\nNow, when the chips are down\nNow, you kinda lose all feeling\nNow, when the chips are down\n\nYeah, I gets it popping, everybody know what Remy 'bout\nGot niggas shocked like Justin just pulled Janet's titties out\nYeah, I spit it out, quick to put a nigga out\nThe bullets lodged in, doctors can't get 'em out\nYou gets no love, to me, y'all dead bugs\nMy records don't sell, then, I'mma sell drugs\nFrom O's to whole P's, grams to whole ki's\nNo joke, I got shit that'll make your nose bleed\nMy dope so potent, my fiends, they O.D\nFor three-fifty a pop, I'll sell you a 'dro seed\nYou really don't know me, and that's the fun part\nSee, my flow's retarded, but Miss Martin is dumb smart\nAnd you illiterate, you can't even read the teleprompter\nI got niggas flyin' in, bitch, in by helicopter\nYou look sad when I pass in the toy Benz\nYou gon' be real mad when I bag your boyfriend\n\nNow, the paint is peeling\nNow, when the chips are down\nNow, you kinda lose all feeling\nNow, when the chips are down\nNow, the paint is peeling\nNow, when the chips are down\nNow, you kinda lose all feeling\nNow, your head goes 'round and 'round\n\nYeah, uh, it's the resurrection\nFresh out the grave, still brushin' the dirt off\nYeah, Getty Roc, Terror Squad, uh, yo, yo\nYou can feel my pain like a drug, you can light it with fire\nOr you can mix it with your blood if you tryna get higher\nAnother angel in a thug's body, scarred and tired\nGoin' to court, got Illuminati judgin' me biased\nShit I talk ain't for everybody, walkin' unite us\nThe way I walk is a challenge just to balance on wires\nMy old connect put me on, said he robbed the supplier\nSo I pieced him out with pity 'cause his ass was on fire\nWhat goes around comes around, homes, I ain't lyin'\nThat's why the scars on my face 'cause bad karma is violent\nJust before a nigga wake, I spend a night in silence\nTo give my nerves a little break before it's back to the malice\nI'd like to dedicate this rhyme to old emotional scars\nSome nights I meditate, hope it bring me closer to God\nTryna regulate my time between the Earth and the stars\nGet my health back, determine when I'm curlin' them bars\n\nNow, the paint is peeling\nNow, when the chips are down\nNow, you kinda lose all feeling\nNow, when the chips are down\nNow, the paint is peeling\nNow, when the chips are down\nNow, you kinda lose all feeling\nNow, your head goes 'round and 'round\n\nYeah, what up? It's your boy Prospect right here, man\nYou know, it ain't safe no more, ya heard? Yeah\nTerror Squad in the building, man, yeah, get 'em\nYo, this the upcomin' success, definition of Prospect\nPut your money on me, you'll get recognition and profits (money)\nOn any condition, I drops it\nOn a mission, don't listen to gossip, weapons splittin' imposters\nTold it like a mobster, and my niggas, I gotcha\nWe all gon' be eatin' soon like Italians with pasta\nSmokin' weed and curry chicken like the Rastas\nAfter that, go to City Island and get the lobsters\nNow, can I get a witness? Let me show y'all my visions\nNever had a job, but still takin' all my business\nNo GED, only diploma was my lyrics\nI rhyme heavenly and left souls just off the appearance\nAnd rap, so I keep my dough stacked, don't make me go back\nAnd clap-clap at your doormat like, \"Nigga, hold that\"\nThere's no feelings I'm feelin', 'cause when I'm feelin', I'm killin'\nThem motherfuckers right on the strip\nThen chillin', I'm villian, what?\n\nNow, the paint is peeling\nNow, when the chips are down\nNow, you kinda lose all feeling\nNow, when the chips are down\nNow, the paint is peeling\nNow, when the chips are down\nNow, you kinda lose all feeling\nNow, your head goes 'round and 'round","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Hum Drum\n  artist: Terror Squad,Remy Ma,Prospect,Armageddon\n  album: True Story\n  duration_ms: 252029\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Now, the paint is peeling\n  Now, when the chips are down\n  Now, you kinda lose all feeling\n  Now, when the chips are down\n\n  Yeah, I gets it popping, everybody know what Remy 'bout\n  Got niggas shocked like Justin just pulled Janet's titties out\n  Yeah, I spit it out, quick to put a nigga out\n  The bullets lodged in, doctors can't get 'em out\n  You gets no love, to me, y'all dead bugs\n  My records don't sell, then, I'mma sell drugs\n  From O's to whole P's, grams to whole ki's\n  No joke, I got shit that'll make your nose bleed\n  My dope so potent, my fiends, they O.D\n  For three-fifty a pop, I'll sell you a 'dro seed\n  You really don't know me, and that's the fun part\n  See, my flow's retarded, but Miss Martin is dumb smart\n  And you illiterate, you can't even read the teleprompter\n  I got niggas flyin' in, bitch, in by helicopter\n  You look sad when I pass in the toy Benz\n  You gon' be real mad when I bag your boyfriend\n\n  Now, the paint is peeling\n  Now, when the chips are down\n  Now, you kinda lose all feeling\n  Now, when the chips are down\n  Now, the paint is peeling\n  Now, when the chips are down\n  Now, you kinda lose all feeling\n  Now, your head goes 'round and 'round\n\n  Yeah, uh, it's the resurrection\n  Fresh out the grave, still brushin' the dirt off\n  Yeah, Getty Roc, Terror Squad, uh, yo, yo\n  You can feel my pain like a drug, you can light it with fire\n  Or you can mix it with your blood if you tryna get higher\n  Another angel in a thug's body, scarred and tired\n  Goin' to court, got Illuminati judgin' me biased\n  Shit I talk ain't for everybody, walkin' unite us\n  The way I walk is a challenge just to balance on wires\n  My old connect put me on, said he robbed the supplier\n  So I pieced him out with pity 'cause his ass was on fire\n  What goes around comes around, homes, I ain't lyin'\n  That's why the scars on my face 'cause bad karma is violent\n  Just before a nigga wake, I spend a night in silence\n  To give my nerves a little break before it's back to the malice\n  I'd like to dedicate this rhyme to old emotional scars\n  Some nights I meditate, hope it bring me closer to God\n  Tryna regulate my time between the Earth and the stars\n  Get my health back, determine when I'm curlin' them bars\n\n  Now, the paint is peeling\n  Now, when the chips are down\n  Now, you kinda lose all feeling\n  Now, when the chips are down\n  Now, the paint is peeling\n  Now, when the chips are down\n  Now, you kinda lose all feeling\n  Now, your head goes 'round and 'round\n\n  Yeah, what up? It's your boy Prospect right here, man\n  You know, it ain't safe no more, ya heard? Yeah\n  Terror Squad in the building, man, yeah, get 'em\n  Yo, this the upcomin' success, definition of Prospect\n  Put your money on me, you'll get recognition and profits (money)\n  On any condition, I drops it\n  On a mission, don't listen to gossip, weapons splittin' imposters\n  Told it like a mobster, and my niggas, I gotcha\n  We all gon' be eatin' soon like Italians with pasta\n  Smokin' weed and curry chicken like the Rastas\n  After that, go to City Island and get the lobsters\n  Now, can I get a witness? Let me show y'all my visions\n  Never had a job, but still takin' all my business\n  No GED, only diploma was my lyrics\n  I rhyme heavenly and left souls just off the appearance\n  And rap, so I keep my dough stacked, don't make me go back\n  And clap-clap at your doormat like, \"Nigga, hold that\"\n  There's no feelings I'm feelin', 'cause when I'm feelin', I'm killin'\n  Them motherfuckers right on the strip\n  Then chillin', I'm villian, what?\n\n  Now, the paint is peeling\n  Now, when the chips are down\n  Now, you kinda lose all feeling\n  Now, when the chips are down\n  Now, the paint is peeling\n  Now, when the chips are down\n  Now, you kinda lose all feeling\n  Now, your head goes 'round and 'round\n"},{"id":31191070,"name":"Hum Drum","trackName":"Hum Drum","artistName":"Terror Squad f. Remy, Prospect, and Armageddon","albumName":"True Story","duration":252.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Now, the paint is peeling\nNow, when the chips are down\nNow, you kinda lose all feeling\nNow, when the chips are down\n\nYeah, I gets it popping, everybody know what Remy 'bout\nGot niggas shocked like Justin just pulled Janet's titties out\nYeah, I spit it out, quick to put a nigga out\nThe bullets lodged in, doctors can't get 'em out\nYou gets no love, to me, y'all dead bugs\nMy records don't sell, then, I'mma sell drugs\nFrom O's to whole P's, grams to whole ki's\nNo joke, I got shit that'll make your nose bleed\nMy dope so potent, my fiends, they O.D\nFor three-fifty a pop, I'll sell you a 'dro seed\nYou really don't know me, and that's the fun part\nSee, my flow's retarded, but Miss Martin is dumb smart\nAnd you illiterate, you can't even read the teleprompter\nI got niggas flyin' in, bitch, in by helicopter\nYou look sad when I pass in the toy Benz\nYou gon' be real mad when I bag your boyfriend\n\nNow, the paint is peeling\nNow, when the chips are down\nNow, you kinda lose all feeling\nNow, when the chips are down\nNow, the paint is peeling\nNow, when the chips are down\nNow, you kinda lose all feeling\nNow, your head goes 'round and 'round\n\nYeah, uh, it's the resurrection\nFresh out the grave, still brushin' the dirt off\nYeah, Getty Roc, Terror Squad, uh, yo, yo\nYou can feel my pain like a drug, you can light it with fire\nOr you can mix it with your blood if you tryna get higher\nAnother angel in a thug's body, scarred and tired\nGoin' to court, got Illuminati judgin' me biased\nShit I talk ain't for everybody, walkin' unite us\nThe way I walk is a challenge just to balance on wires\nMy old connect put me on, said he robbed the supplier\nSo I pieced him out with pity 'cause his ass was on fire\nWhat goes around comes around, homes, I ain't lyin'\nThat's why the scars on my face 'cause bad karma is violent\nJust before a nigga wake, I spend a night in silence\nTo give my nerves a little break before it's back to the malice\nI'd like to dedicate this rhyme to old emotional scars\nSome nights I meditate, hope it bring me closer to God\nTryna regulate my time between the Earth and the stars\nGet my health back, determine when I'm curlin' them bars\n\nNow, the paint is peeling\nNow, when the chips are down\nNow, you kinda lose all feeling\nNow, when the chips are down\nNow, the paint is peeling\nNow, when the chips are down\nNow, you kinda lose all feeling\nNow, your head goes 'round and 'round\n\nYeah, what up? It's your boy Prospect right here, man\nYou know, it ain't safe no more, ya heard? Yeah\nTerror Squad in the building, man, yeah, get 'em\nYo, this the upcomin' success, definition of Prospect\nPut your money on me, you'll get recognition and profits (money)\nOn any condition, I drops it\nOn a mission, don't listen to gossip, weapons splittin' imposters\nTold it like a mobster, and my niggas, I gotcha\nWe all gon' be eatin' soon like Italians with pasta\nSmokin' weed and curry chicken like the Rastas\nAfter that, go to City Island and get the lobsters\nNow, can I get a witness? Let me show y'all my visions\nNever had a job, but still takin' all my business\nNo GED, only diploma was my lyrics\nI rhyme heavenly and left souls just off the appearance\nAnd rap, so I keep my dough stacked, don't make me go back\nAnd clap-clap at your doormat like, \"Nigga, hold that\"\nThere's no feelings I'm feelin', 'cause when I'm feelin', I'm killin'\nThem motherfuckers right on the strip\nThen chillin', I'm villian, what?\n\nNow, the paint is peeling\nNow, when the chips are down\nNow, you kinda lose all feeling\nNow, when the chips are down\nNow, the paint is peeling\nNow, when the chips are down\nNow, you kinda lose all feeling\nNow, your head goes 'round and 'round","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Hum Drum\n  artist: Terror Squad f. Remy, Prospect, and Armageddon\n  album: True Story\n  duration_ms: 252000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Now, the paint is peeling\n  Now, when the chips are down\n  Now, you kinda lose all feeling\n  Now, when the chips are down\n\n  Yeah, I gets it popping, everybody know what Remy 'bout\n  Got niggas shocked like Justin just pulled Janet's titties out\n  Yeah, I spit it out, quick to put a nigga out\n  The bullets lodged in, doctors can't get 'em out\n  You gets no love, to me, y'all dead bugs\n  My records don't sell, then, I'mma sell drugs\n  From O's to whole P's, grams to whole ki's\n  No joke, I got shit that'll make your nose bleed\n  My dope so potent, my fiends, they O.D\n  For three-fifty a pop, I'll sell you a 'dro seed\n  You really don't know me, and that's the fun part\n  See, my flow's retarded, but Miss Martin is dumb smart\n  And you illiterate, you can't even read the teleprompter\n  I got niggas flyin' in, bitch, in by helicopter\n  You look sad when I pass in the toy Benz\n  You gon' be real mad when I bag your boyfriend\n\n  Now, the paint is peeling\n  Now, when the chips are down\n  Now, you kinda lose all feeling\n  Now, when the chips are down\n  Now, the paint is peeling\n  Now, when the chips are down\n  Now, you kinda lose all feeling\n  Now, your head goes 'round and 'round\n\n  Yeah, uh, it's the resurrection\n  Fresh out the grave, still brushin' the dirt off\n  Yeah, Getty Roc, Terror Squad, uh, yo, yo\n  You can feel my pain like a drug, you can light it with fire\n  Or you can mix it with your blood if you tryna get higher\n  Another angel in a thug's body, scarred and tired\n  Goin' to court, got Illuminati judgin' me biased\n  Shit I talk ain't for everybody, walkin' unite us\n  The way I walk is a challenge just to balance on wires\n  My old connect put me on, said he robbed the supplier\n  So I pieced him out with pity 'cause his ass was on fire\n  What goes around comes around, homes, I ain't lyin'\n  That's why the scars on my face 'cause bad karma is violent\n  Just before a nigga wake, I spend a night in silence\n  To give my nerves a little break before it's back to the malice\n  I'd like to dedicate this rhyme to old emotional scars\n  Some nights I meditate, hope it bring me closer to God\n  Tryna regulate my time between the Earth and the stars\n  Get my health back, determine when I'm curlin' them bars\n\n  Now, the paint is peeling\n  Now, when the chips are down\n  Now, you kinda lose all feeling\n  Now, when the chips are down\n  Now, the paint is peeling\n  Now, when the chips are down\n  Now, you kinda lose all feeling\n  Now, your head goes 'round and 'round\n\n  Yeah, what up? It's your boy Prospect right here, man\n  You know, it ain't safe no more, ya heard? Yeah\n  Terror Squad in the building, man, yeah, get 'em\n  Yo, this the upcomin' success, definition of Prospect\n  Put your money on me, you'll get recognition and profits (money)\n  On any condition, I drops it\n  On a mission, don't listen to gossip, weapons splittin' imposters\n  Told it like a mobster, and my niggas, I gotcha\n  We all gon' be eatin' soon like Italians with pasta\n  Smokin' weed and curry chicken like the Rastas\n  After that, go to City Island and get the lobsters\n  Now, can I get a witness? Let me show y'all my visions\n  Never had a job, but still takin' all my business\n  No GED, only diploma was my lyrics\n  I rhyme heavenly and left souls just off the appearance\n  And rap, so I keep my dough stacked, don't make me go back\n  And clap-clap at your doormat like, \"Nigga, hold that\"\n  There's no feelings I'm feelin', 'cause when I'm feelin', I'm killin'\n  Them motherfuckers right on the strip\n  Then chillin', I'm villian, what?\n\n  Now, the paint is peeling\n  Now, when the chips are down\n  Now, you kinda lose all feeling\n  Now, when the chips are down\n  Now, the paint is peeling\n  Now, when the chips are down\n  Now, you kinda lose all feeling\n  Now, your head goes 'round and 'round\n"},{"id":29569563,"name":"Hum Drum","trackName":"Hum Drum","artistName":"Terror Squad f. 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It's your boy Prospect right here, man\nYou know, it ain't safe no more, ya heard? Yeah\nTerror Squad in the building, man, yeah, get 'em\nYo, this the upcomin' success, definition of Prospect\nPut your money on me, you'll get recognition and profits (money)\nOn any condition, I drops it\nOn a mission, don't listen to gossip, weapons splittin' imposters\nTold it like a mobster, and my niggas, I gotcha\nWe all gon' be eatin' soon like Italians with pasta\nSmokin' weed and curry chicken like the Rastas\nAfter that, go to City Island and get the lobsters\nNow, can I get a witness? Let me show y'all my visions\nNever had a job, but still takin' all my business\nNo GED, only diploma was my lyrics\nI rhyme heavenly and left souls just off the appearance\nAnd rap, so I keep my dough stacked, don't make me go back\nAnd clap-clap at your doormat like, \"Nigga, hold that\"\nThere's no feelings I'm feelin', 'cause when I'm feelin', I'm killin'\nThem motherfuckers right on the strip\nThen chillin', I'm villian, what?\n\nNow, the paint is peeling\nNow, when the chips are down\nNow, you kinda lose all feeling\nNow, when the chips are down\nNow, the paint is peeling\nNow, when the chips are down\nNow, you kinda lose all feeling\nNow, your head goes 'round and 'round","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Hum Drum\n  artist: Terror Squad f. Remy Ma, Prospect, and Armageddon\n  album: True Story\n  duration_ms: 252000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Now, the paint is peeling\n  Now, when the chips are down\n  Now, you kinda lose all feeling\n  Now, when the chips are down\n\n  Yeah, I gets it popping, everybody know what Remy 'bout\n  Got niggas shocked like Justin just pulled Janet's titties out\n  Yeah, I spit it out, quick to put a nigga out\n  The bullets lodged in, doctors can't get 'em out\n  You gets no love, to me, y'all dead bugs\n  My records don't sell, then, I'mma sell drugs\n  From O's to whole P's, grams to whole ki's\n  No joke, I got shit that'll make your nose bleed\n  My dope so potent, my fiends, they O.D\n  For three-fifty a pop, I'll sell you a 'dro seed\n  You really don't know me, and that's the fun part\n  See, my flow's retarded, but Miss Martin is dumb smart\n  And you illiterate, you can't even read the teleprompter\n  I got niggas flyin' in, bitch, in by helicopter\n  You look sad when I pass in the toy Benz\n  You gon' be real mad when I bag your boyfriend\n\n  Now, the paint is peeling\n  Now, when the chips are down\n  Now, you kinda lose all feeling\n  Now, when the chips are down\n  Now, the paint is peeling\n  Now, when the chips are down\n  Now, you kinda lose all feeling\n  Now, your head goes 'round and 'round\n\n  Yeah, uh, it's the resurrection\n  Fresh out the grave, still brushin' the dirt off\n  Yeah, Getty Roc, Terror Squad, uh, yo, yo\n  You can feel my pain like a drug, you can light it with fire\n  Or you can mix it with your blood if you tryna get higher\n  Another angel in a thug's body, scarred and tired\n  Goin' to court, got Illuminati judgin' me biased\n  Shit I talk ain't for everybody, walkin' unite us\n  The way I walk is a challenge just to balance on wires\n  My old connect put me on, said he robbed the supplier\n  So I pieced him out with pity 'cause his ass was on fire\n  What goes around comes around, homes, I ain't lyin'\n  That's why the scars on my face 'cause bad karma is violent\n  Just before a nigga wake, I spend a night in silence\n  To give my nerves a little break before it's back to the malice\n  I'd like to dedicate this rhyme to old emotional scars\n  Some nights I meditate, hope it bring me closer to God\n  Tryna regulate my time between the Earth and the stars\n  Get my health back, determine when I'm curlin' them bars\n\n  Now, the paint is peeling\n  Now, when the chips are down\n  Now, you kinda lose all feeling\n  Now, when the chips are down\n  Now, the paint is peeling\n  Now, when the chips are down\n  Now, you kinda lose all feeling\n  Now, your head goes 'round and 'round\n\n  Yeah, what up? It's your boy Prospect right here, man\n  You know, it ain't safe no more, ya heard? Yeah\n  Terror Squad in the building, man, yeah, get 'em\n  Yo, this the upcomin' success, definition of Prospect\n  Put your money on me, you'll get recognition and profits (money)\n  On any condition, I drops it\n  On a mission, don't listen to gossip, weapons splittin' imposters\n  Told it like a mobster, and my niggas, I gotcha\n  We all gon' be eatin' soon like Italians with pasta\n  Smokin' weed and curry chicken like the Rastas\n  After that, go to City Island and get the lobsters\n  Now, can I get a witness? Let me show y'all my visions\n  Never had a job, but still takin' all my business\n  No GED, only diploma was my lyrics\n  I rhyme heavenly and left souls just off the appearance\n  And rap, so I keep my dough stacked, don't make me go back\n  And clap-clap at your doormat like, \"Nigga, hold that\"\n  There's no feelings I'm feelin', 'cause when I'm feelin', I'm killin'\n  Them motherfuckers right on the strip\n  Then chillin', I'm villian, what?\n\n  Now, the paint is peeling\n  Now, when the chips are down\n  Now, you kinda lose all feeling\n  Now, when the chips are down\n  Now, the paint is peeling\n  Now, when the chips are down\n  Now, you kinda lose all feeling\n  Now, your head goes 'round and 'round\n"},{"id":31823628,"name":"Hum Drum","trackName":"Hum Drum","artistName":"Fat Joe Ft Terror Squad,armageddon, Prospect Park, Remy","albumName":"True Story","duration":253.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Now, the paint is peeling\nNow, when the chips are down\nNow, you kinda lose all feeling\nNow, when the chips are down\n\nYeah, I gets it popping, everybody know what Remy 'bout\nGot niggas shocked like Justin just pulled Janet's titties out\nYeah, I spit it out, quick to put a nigga out\nThe bullets lodged in, doctors can't get 'em out\nYou gets no love, to me, y'all dead bugs\nMy records don't sell, then, I'mma sell drugs\nFrom O's to whole P's, grams to whole ki's\nNo joke, I got shit that'll make your nose bleed\nMy dope so potent, my fiends, they O.D\nFor three-fifty a pop, I'll sell you a 'dro seed\nYou really don't know me, and that's the fun part\nSee, my flow's retarded, but Miss Martin is dumb smart\nAnd you illiterate, you can't even read the teleprompter\nI got niggas flyin' in, bitch, in by helicopter\nYou look sad when I pass in the toy Benz\nYou gon' be real mad when I bag your boyfriend\n\nNow, the paint is peeling\nNow, when the chips are down\nNow, you kinda lose all feeling\nNow, when the chips are down\nNow, the paint is peeling\nNow, when the chips are down\nNow, you kinda lose all feeling\nNow, your head goes 'round and 'round\n\nYeah, uh, it's the resurrection\nFresh out the grave, still brushin' the dirt off\nYeah, Getty Roc, Terror Squad, uh, yo, yo\nYou can feel my pain like a drug, you can light it with fire\nOr you can mix it with your blood if you tryna get higher\nAnother angel in a thug's body, scarred and tired\nGoin' to court, got Illuminati judgin' me biased\nShit I talk ain't for everybody, walkin' unite us\nThe way I walk is a challenge just to balance on wires\nMy old connect put me on, said he robbed the supplier\nSo I pieced him out with pity 'cause his ass was on fire\nWhat goes around comes around, homes, I ain't lyin'\nThat's why the scars on my face 'cause bad karma is violent\nJust before a nigga wake, I spend a night in silence\nTo give my nerves a little break before it's back to the malice\nI'd like to dedicate this rhyme to old emotional scars\nSome nights I meditate, hope it bring me closer to God\nTryna regulate my time between the Earth and the stars\nGet my health back, determine when I'm curlin' them bars\n\nNow, the paint is peeling\nNow, when the chips are down\nNow, you kinda lose all feeling\nNow, when the chips are down\nNow, the paint is peeling\nNow, when the chips are down\nNow, you kinda lose all feeling\nNow, your head goes 'round and 'round\n\nYeah, what up? It's your boy Prospect right here, man\nYou know, it ain't safe no more, ya heard? Yeah\nTerror Squad in the building, man, yeah, get 'em\nYo, this the upcomin' success, definition of Prospect\nPut your money on me, you'll get recognition and profits (money)\nOn any condition, I drops it\nOn a mission, don't listen to gossip, weapons splittin' imposters\nTold it like a mobster, and my niggas, I gotcha\nWe all gon' be eatin' soon like Italians with pasta\nSmokin' weed and curry chicken like the Rastas\nAfter that, go to City Island and get the lobsters\nNow, can I get a witness? Let me show y'all my visions\nNever had a job, but still takin' all my business\nNo GED, only diploma was my lyrics\nI rhyme heavenly and left souls just off the appearance\nAnd rap, so I keep my dough stacked, don't make me go back\nAnd clap-clap at your doormat like, \"Nigga, hold that\"\nThere's no feelings I'm feelin', 'cause when I'm feelin', I'm killin'\nThem motherfuckers right on the strip\nThen chillin', I'm villian, what?\n\nNow, the paint is peeling\nNow, when the chips are down\nNow, you kinda lose all feeling\nNow, when the chips are down\nNow, the paint is peeling\nNow, when the chips are down\nNow, you kinda lose all feeling\nNow, your head goes 'round and 'round","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Hum Drum\n  artist: Fat Joe Ft Terror Squad,armageddon, Prospect Park, Remy\n  album: True Story\n  duration_ms: 253000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Now, the paint is peeling\n  Now, when the chips are down\n  Now, you kinda lose all feeling\n  Now, when the chips are down\n\n  Yeah, I gets it popping, everybody know what Remy 'bout\n  Got niggas shocked like Justin just pulled Janet's titties out\n  Yeah, I spit it out, quick to put a nigga out\n  The bullets lodged in, doctors can't get 'em out\n  You gets no love, to me, y'all dead bugs\n  My records don't sell, then, I'mma sell drugs\n  From O's to whole P's, grams to whole ki's\n  No joke, I got shit that'll make your nose bleed\n  My dope so potent, my fiends, they O.D\n  For three-fifty a pop, I'll sell you a 'dro seed\n  You really don't know me, and that's the fun part\n  See, my flow's retarded, but Miss Martin is dumb smart\n  And you illiterate, you can't even read the teleprompter\n  I got niggas flyin' in, bitch, in by helicopter\n  You look sad when I pass in the toy Benz\n  You gon' be real mad when I bag your boyfriend\n\n  Now, the paint is peeling\n  Now, when the chips are down\n  Now, you kinda lose all feeling\n  Now, when the chips are down\n  Now, the paint is peeling\n  Now, when the chips are down\n  Now, you kinda lose all feeling\n  Now, your head goes 'round and 'round\n\n  Yeah, uh, it's the resurrection\n  Fresh out the grave, still brushin' the dirt off\n  Yeah, Getty Roc, Terror Squad, uh, yo, yo\n  You can feel my pain like a drug, you can light it with fire\n  Or you can mix it with your blood if you tryna get higher\n  Another angel in a thug's body, scarred and tired\n  Goin' to court, got Illuminati judgin' me biased\n  Shit I talk ain't for everybody, walkin' unite us\n  The way I walk is a challenge just to balance on wires\n  My old connect put me on, said he robbed the supplier\n  So I pieced him out with pity 'cause his ass was on fire\n  What goes around comes around, homes, I ain't lyin'\n  That's why the scars on my face 'cause bad karma is violent\n  Just before a nigga wake, I spend a night in silence\n  To give my nerves a little break before it's back to the malice\n  I'd like to dedicate this rhyme to old emotional scars\n  Some nights I meditate, hope it bring me closer to God\n  Tryna regulate my time between the Earth and the stars\n  Get my health back, determine when I'm curlin' them bars\n\n  Now, the paint is peeling\n  Now, when the chips are down\n  Now, you kinda lose all feeling\n  Now, when the chips are down\n  Now, the paint is peeling\n  Now, when the chips are down\n  Now, you kinda lose all feeling\n  Now, your head goes 'round and 'round\n\n  Yeah, what up? It's your boy Prospect right here, man\n  You know, it ain't safe no more, ya heard? Yeah\n  Terror Squad in the building, man, yeah, get 'em\n  Yo, this the upcomin' success, definition of Prospect\n  Put your money on me, you'll get recognition and profits (money)\n  On any condition, I drops it\n  On a mission, don't listen to gossip, weapons splittin' imposters\n  Told it like a mobster, and my niggas, I gotcha\n  We all gon' be eatin' soon like Italians with pasta\n  Smokin' weed and curry chicken like the Rastas\n  After that, go to City Island and get the lobsters\n  Now, can I get a witness? Let me show y'all my visions\n  Never had a job, but still takin' all my business\n  No GED, only diploma was my lyrics\n  I rhyme heavenly and left souls just off the appearance\n  And rap, so I keep my dough stacked, don't make me go back\n  And clap-clap at your doormat like, \"Nigga, hold that\"\n  There's no feelings I'm feelin', 'cause when I'm feelin', I'm killin'\n  Them motherfuckers right on the strip\n  Then chillin', I'm villian, what?\n\n  Now, the paint is peeling\n  Now, when the chips are down\n  Now, you kinda lose all feeling\n  Now, when the chips are down\n  Now, the paint is peeling\n  Now, when the chips are down\n  Now, you kinda lose all feeling\n  Now, your head goes 'round and 'round\n"}]