[{"id":9406130,"name":"Off the Wall","trackName":"Off the Wall","artistName":"Tha Alkaholiks","albumName":"Likwidation","duration":281.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"you can get it, get it, get it, get it\n\nDude, what you got on my forty homey?\nOne two, likwid, likwid, likwid\nWhat you think motherfucker?\nCourse I do - came down\nFuck it up, uhh, uhh\n\nGet your back up off the wall \"get with it\"\nand you can get it, get it, get it, get it\nGet your back up off the wall \"get with it\"\nand you can get it, get it, get it, yeah\n\none: tash\n\nI heard niggaz wanna know who scoops the most hoes\nThe r&b singers or the niggaz with flows\nSo what I did was took a poll like clinton versus dole\n(cause the flames rappers swingin be out of control)\nAnd the more girls I asked, the more I heard em say\nThey said they want it raw, silky nigga stay away\nGood choice, 'cause rico don't be losin his voice and no...\nto make my hair look moist\nJust a sack of palm dale that I got from dontrell\n'cause this is how I do it but it ain't montell\nIt's the knight in rusty armor, hardcore rap designer\nThat be dissin silky niggaz in suits and eyeliner\n'cause look at how you dress, you think you lookin fresh\nIn your leather vest, wrapped around your puny bird chest\nKeep freezin, while I keep easin down the road\nCause tash'll scoop your girl no matter what y'all niggaz sold\nGold, or double plat\nCatashtrophe'll have your girl butt-naked layin flat (which way is that)\nHorizontal, while I'm runnin all up in it\nTo the rap jams, you know, that 99 beats a minute\nParty shit! the r&b niggaz try to swipe\nThat's why they call mc's to make they remixes hype\nBut I'm the type of cat to come to your show and boo ya\nBlack ya, blue ya, then throw my tape to ya\n\n2x\n\ntwo: j-ro\n\nWho the hell let the dog out the gate?\nReady or not, here I come to set it straight\nCause it's a thin line between love and hate\nSo mc's bow down and prepare to meet your fate\nCause these (smilin faces) smilin faces sometimes\nThey wanna backstab and bite my rhymes\nBut I keep a pack (skin tight) you wanna pen fight?\nJust give in, cause you know you'll never win, right?\nIt ain't no sunshine in the midnight hour\nA three day shower couldn't wash away my soul power\n(stop look and listen) that's the way of the world\nI turn cowboys to girls, lions to squirrels\nIs it just my imagination, or is my generation\nFascinated by gunplay, and incarceration\nPeace to the departed, I get it started like a-b\nC, it ain't nothin like the real thing baby\nI'm takin it to the streets, but this version's much cleaner\n(I'm searching for mary jane, man have you seen her?)\nYeah, I found love on a two way street\nNow I'm bout to roll her up in between these sheets (say what)\nThis is my message to mc's to make em quiver\nSigned, sealed, delivered\n\nthree: keith murray\n\nI be tight like fish pussy, so funky niggaz gotta gush me\nSo dark you can't overlook me\nNinety-nine bottles of beer on the wall\nI call up tha liks and we drunk em all\nHeavy or small, you drink, forget it\nYou ask who is it? I already got your bitch digit\nIt's the permanent chiller, occasional iller\nLyrical cap pealer, hype stealer\nSavage nigga chiller, microphone fuhreala\nSkill dealer, stadium thriller, I'll break in manila\nOne of a kind prime time rhyme thriller\nSuperstar status guerilla, still i\nTo this day drink olde english cannot stand miller\nA real hip-hop berzerker\nAt the surface yeah, you got the right to be nervous\nOriginality you lack\nSo take that move back catch a heart attack\nGet your back up off the wall\n\n4x with variations\n\nFemale: (imitating vocal from nobody beats the biz)\n\nNobody beats tha liks You know nobody can beat tha liks\nI know nobody can beat tha liks\nWe rock you on and on\nNobody beats tha liks","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Off the Wall\n  artist: Tha Alkaholiks\n  album: Likwidation\n  duration_ms: 281000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  you can get it, get it, get it, get it\n\n  Dude, what you got on my forty homey?\n  One two, likwid, likwid, likwid\n  What you think motherfucker?\n  Course I do - came down\n  Fuck it up, uhh, uhh\n\n  Get your back up off the wall \"get with it\"\n  and you can get it, get it, get it, get it\n  Get your back up off the wall \"get with it\"\n  and you can get it, get it, get it, yeah\n\n  one: tash\n\n  I heard niggaz wanna know who scoops the most hoes\n  The r&b singers or the niggaz with flows\n  So what I did was took a poll like clinton versus dole\n  (cause the flames rappers swingin be out of control)\n  And the more girls I asked, the more I heard em say\n  They said they want it raw, silky nigga stay away\n  Good choice, 'cause rico don't be losin his voice and no...\n  to make my hair look moist\n  Just a sack of palm dale that I got from dontrell\n  'cause this is how I do it but it ain't montell\n  It's the knight in rusty armor, hardcore rap designer\n  That be dissin silky niggaz in suits and eyeliner\n  'cause look at how you dress, you think you lookin fresh\n  In your leather vest, wrapped around your puny bird chest\n  Keep freezin, while I keep easin down the road\n  Cause tash'll scoop your girl no matter what y'all niggaz sold\n  Gold, or double plat\n  Catashtrophe'll have your girl butt-naked layin flat (which way is that)\n  Horizontal, while I'm runnin all up in it\n  To the rap jams, you know, that 99 beats a minute\n  Party shit! the r&b niggaz try to swipe\n  That's why they call mc's to make they remixes hype\n  But I'm the type of cat to come to your show and boo ya\n  Black ya, blue ya, then throw my tape to ya\n\n  2x\n\n  two: j-ro\n\n  Who the hell let the dog out the gate?\n  Ready or not, here I come to set it straight\n  Cause it's a thin line between love and hate\n  So mc's bow down and prepare to meet your fate\n  Cause these (smilin faces) smilin faces sometimes\n  They wanna backstab and bite my rhymes\n  But I keep a pack (skin tight) you wanna pen fight?\n  Just give in, cause you know you'll never win, right?\n  It ain't no sunshine in the midnight hour\n  A three day shower couldn't wash away my soul power\n  (stop look and listen) that's the way of the world\n  I turn cowboys to girls, lions to squirrels\n  Is it just my imagination, or is my generation\n  Fascinated by gunplay, and incarceration\n  Peace to the departed, I get it started like a-b\n  C, it ain't nothin like the real thing baby\n  I'm takin it to the streets, but this version's much cleaner\n  (I'm searching for mary jane, man have you seen her?)\n  Yeah, I found love on a two way street\n  Now I'm bout to roll her up in between these sheets (say what)\n  This is my message to mc's to make em quiver\n  Signed, sealed, delivered\n\n  three: keith murray\n\n  I be tight like fish pussy, so funky niggaz gotta gush me\n  So dark you can't overlook me\n  Ninety-nine bottles of beer on the wall\n  I call up tha liks and we drunk em all\n  Heavy or small, you drink, forget it\n  You ask who is it? I already got your bitch digit\n  It's the permanent chiller, occasional iller\n  Lyrical cap pealer, hype stealer\n  Savage nigga chiller, microphone fuhreala\n  Skill dealer, stadium thriller, I'll break in manila\n  One of a kind prime time rhyme thriller\n  Superstar status guerilla, still i\n  To this day drink olde english cannot stand miller\n  A real hip-hop berzerker\n  At the surface yeah, you got the right to be nervous\n  Originality you lack\n  So take that move back catch a heart attack\n  Get your back up off the wall\n\n  4x with variations\n\n  Female: (imitating vocal from nobody beats the biz)\n\n  Nobody beats tha liks You know nobody can beat tha liks\n  I know nobody can beat tha liks\n  We rock you on and on\n  Nobody beats tha liks\n"},{"id":29250003,"name":"Off The Wall","trackName":"Off The Wall","artistName":"Tha Alkaholiks","albumName":"Hip Hop Drunkies","duration":288.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"you can get it, get it, get it, get it\n\nDude, what you got on my forty homey?\nOne two, likwid, likwid, likwid\nWhat you think motherfucker?\nCourse I do - came down\nFuck it up, uhh, uhh\n\nGet your back up off the wall \"get with it\"\nand you can get it, get it, get it, get it\nGet your back up off the wall \"get with it\"\nand you can get it, get it, get it, yeah\n\none: tash\n\nI heard niggaz wanna know who scoops the most hoes\nThe r&b singers or the niggaz with flows\nSo what I did was took a poll like clinton versus dole\n(cause the flames rappers swingin be out of control)\nAnd the more girls I asked, the more I heard em say\nThey said they want it raw, silky nigga stay away\nGood choice, 'cause rico don't be losin his voice and no...\nto make my hair look moist\nJust a sack of palm dale that I got from dontrell\n'cause this is how I do it but it ain't montell\nIt's the knight in rusty armor, hardcore rap designer\nThat be dissin silky niggaz in suits and eyeliner\n'cause look at how you dress, you think you lookin fresh\nIn your leather vest, wrapped around your puny bird chest\nKeep freezin, while I keep easin down the road\nCause tash'll scoop your girl no matter what y'all niggaz sold\nGold, or double plat\nCatashtrophe'll have your girl butt-naked layin flat (which way is that)\nHorizontal, while I'm runnin all up in it\nTo the rap jams, you know, that 99 beats a minute\nParty shit! the r&b niggaz try to swipe\nThat's why they call mc's to make they remixes hype\nBut I'm the type of cat to come to your show and boo ya\nBlack ya, blue ya, then throw my tape to ya\n\n2x\n\ntwo: j-ro\n\nWho the hell let the dog out the gate?\nReady or not, here I come to set it straight\nCause it's a thin line between love and hate\nSo mc's bow down and prepare to meet your fate\nCause these (smilin faces) smilin faces sometimes\nThey wanna backstab and bite my rhymes\nBut I keep a pack (skin tight) you wanna pen fight?\nJust give in, cause you know you'll never win, right?\nIt ain't no sunshine in the midnight hour\nA three day shower couldn't wash away my soul power\n(stop look and listen) that's the way of the world\nI turn cowboys to girls, lions to squirrels\nIs it just my imagination, or is my generation\nFascinated by gunplay, and incarceration\nPeace to the departed, I get it started like a-b\nC, it ain't nothin like the real thing baby\nI'm takin it to the streets, but this version's much cleaner\n(I'm searching for mary jane, man have you seen her?)\nYeah, I found love on a two way street\nNow I'm bout to roll her up in between these sheets (say what)\nThis is my message to mc's to make em quiver\nSigned, sealed, delivered\n\nthree: keith murray\n\nI be tight like fish pussy, so funky niggaz gotta gush me\nSo dark you can't overlook me\nNinety-nine bottles of beer on the wall\nI call up tha liks and we drunk em all\nHeavy or small, you drink, forget it\nYou ask who is it? I already got your bitch digit\nIt's the permanent chiller, occasional iller\nLyrical cap pealer, hype stealer\nSavage nigga chiller, microphone fuhreala\nSkill dealer, stadium thriller, I'll break in manila\nOne of a kind prime time rhyme thriller\nSuperstar status guerilla, still i\nTo this day drink olde english cannot stand miller\nA real hip-hop berzerker\nAt the surface yeah, you got the right to be nervous\nOriginality you lack\nSo take that move back catch a heart attack\nGet your back up off the wall\n\n4x with variations\n\nFemale: (imitating vocal from nobody beats the biz)\n\nNobody beats tha liks You know nobody can beat tha liks\nI know nobody can beat tha liks\nWe rock you on and on\nNobody beats tha liks","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Off The Wall\n  artist: Tha Alkaholiks\n  album: Hip Hop Drunkies\n  duration_ms: 288000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  you can get it, get it, get it, get it\n\n  Dude, what you got on my forty homey?\n  One two, likwid, likwid, likwid\n  What you think motherfucker?\n  Course I do - came down\n  Fuck it up, uhh, uhh\n\n  Get your back up off the wall \"get with it\"\n  and you can get it, get it, get it, get it\n  Get your back up off the wall \"get with it\"\n  and you can get it, get it, get it, yeah\n\n  one: tash\n\n  I heard niggaz wanna know who scoops the most hoes\n  The r&b singers or the niggaz with flows\n  So what I did was took a poll like clinton versus dole\n  (cause the flames rappers swingin be out of control)\n  And the more girls I asked, the more I heard em say\n  They said they want it raw, silky nigga stay away\n  Good choice, 'cause rico don't be losin his voice and no...\n  to make my hair look moist\n  Just a sack of palm dale that I got from dontrell\n  'cause this is how I do it but it ain't montell\n  It's the knight in rusty armor, hardcore rap designer\n  That be dissin silky niggaz in suits and eyeliner\n  'cause look at how you dress, you think you lookin fresh\n  In your leather vest, wrapped around your puny bird chest\n  Keep freezin, while I keep easin down the road\n  Cause tash'll scoop your girl no matter what y'all niggaz sold\n  Gold, or double plat\n  Catashtrophe'll have your girl butt-naked layin flat (which way is that)\n  Horizontal, while I'm runnin all up in it\n  To the rap jams, you know, that 99 beats a minute\n  Party shit! the r&b niggaz try to swipe\n  That's why they call mc's to make they remixes hype\n  But I'm the type of cat to come to your show and boo ya\n  Black ya, blue ya, then throw my tape to ya\n\n  2x\n\n  two: j-ro\n\n  Who the hell let the dog out the gate?\n  Ready or not, here I come to set it straight\n  Cause it's a thin line between love and hate\n  So mc's bow down and prepare to meet your fate\n  Cause these (smilin faces) smilin faces sometimes\n  They wanna backstab and bite my rhymes\n  But I keep a pack (skin tight) you wanna pen fight?\n  Just give in, cause you know you'll never win, right?\n  It ain't no sunshine in the midnight hour\n  A three day shower couldn't wash away my soul power\n  (stop look and listen) that's the way of the world\n  I turn cowboys to girls, lions to squirrels\n  Is it just my imagination, or is my generation\n  Fascinated by gunplay, and incarceration\n  Peace to the departed, I get it started like a-b\n  C, it ain't nothin like the real thing baby\n  I'm takin it to the streets, but this version's much cleaner\n  (I'm searching for mary jane, man have you seen her?)\n  Yeah, I found love on a two way street\n  Now I'm bout to roll her up in between these sheets (say what)\n  This is my message to mc's to make em quiver\n  Signed, sealed, delivered\n\n  three: keith murray\n\n  I be tight like fish pussy, so funky niggaz gotta gush me\n  So dark you can't overlook me\n  Ninety-nine bottles of beer on the wall\n  I call up tha liks and we drunk em all\n  Heavy or small, you drink, forget it\n  You ask who is it? I already got your bitch digit\n  It's the permanent chiller, occasional iller\n  Lyrical cap pealer, hype stealer\n  Savage nigga chiller, microphone fuhreala\n  Skill dealer, stadium thriller, I'll break in manila\n  One of a kind prime time rhyme thriller\n  Superstar status guerilla, still i\n  To this day drink olde english cannot stand miller\n  A real hip-hop berzerker\n  At the surface yeah, you got the right to be nervous\n  Originality you lack\n  So take that move back catch a heart attack\n  Get your back up off the wall\n\n  4x with variations\n\n  Female: (imitating vocal from nobody beats the biz)\n\n  Nobody beats tha liks You know nobody can beat tha liks\n  I know nobody can beat tha liks\n  We rock you on and on\n  Nobody beats tha liks\n"},{"id":17056648,"name":"Off The Wall (Feat. Keith Murray)","trackName":"Off The Wall (Feat. Keith Murray)","artistName":"Tha Alkaholiks","albumName":"Likwidation","duration":280.626667,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"you can get it, get it, get it, get it\n\nDude, what you got on my forty homey?\nOne two, likwid, likwid, likwid\nWhat you think motherfucker?\nCourse I do - came down\nFuck it up, uhh, uhh\n\nGet your back up off the wall \"get with it\"\nand you can get it, get it, get it, get it\nGet your back up off the wall \"get with it\"\nand you can get it, get it, get it, yeah\n\none: tash\n\nI heard niggaz wanna know who scoops the most hoes\nThe r&b singers or the niggaz with flows\nSo what I did was took a poll like clinton versus dole\n(cause the flames rappers swingin be out of control)\nAnd the more girls I asked, the more I heard em say\nThey said they want it raw, silky nigga stay away\nGood choice, 'cause rico don't be losin his voice and no...\nto make my hair look moist\nJust a sack of palm dale that I got from dontrell\n'cause this is how I do it but it ain't montell\nIt's the knight in rusty armor, hardcore rap designer\nThat be dissin silky niggaz in suits and eyeliner\n'cause look at how you dress, you think you lookin fresh\nIn your leather vest, wrapped around your puny bird chest\nKeep freezin, while I keep easin down the road\nCause tash'll scoop your girl no matter what y'all niggaz sold\nGold, or double plat\nCatashtrophe'll have your girl butt-naked layin flat (which way is that)\nHorizontal, while I'm runnin all up in it\nTo the rap jams, you know, that 99 beats a minute\nParty shit! the r&b niggaz try to swipe\nThat's why they call mc's to make they remixes hype\nBut I'm the type of cat to come to your show and boo ya\nBlack ya, blue ya, then throw my tape to ya\n\n2x\n\ntwo: j-ro\n\nWho the hell let the dog out the gate?\nReady or not, here I come to set it straight\nCause it's a thin line between love and hate\nSo mc's bow down and prepare to meet your fate\nCause these (smilin faces) smilin faces sometimes\nThey wanna backstab and bite my rhymes\nBut I keep a pack (skin tight) you wanna pen fight?\nJust give in, cause you know you'll never win, right?\nIt ain't no sunshine in the midnight hour\nA three day shower couldn't wash away my soul power\n(stop look and listen) that's the way of the world\nI turn cowboys to girls, lions to squirrels\nIs it just my imagination, or is my generation\nFascinated by gunplay, and incarceration\nPeace to the departed, I get it started like a-b\nC, it ain't nothin like the real thing baby\nI'm takin it to the streets, but this version's much cleaner\n(I'm searching for mary jane, man have you seen her?)\nYeah, I found love on a two way street\nNow I'm bout to roll her up in between these sheets (say what)\nThis is my message to mc's to make em quiver\nSigned, sealed, delivered\n\nthree: keith murray\n\nI be tight like fish pussy, so funky niggaz gotta gush me\nSo dark you can't overlook me\nNinety-nine bottles of beer on the wall\nI call up tha liks and we drunk em all\nHeavy or small, you drink, forget it\nYou ask who is it? I already got your bitch digit\nIt's the permanent chiller, occasional iller\nLyrical cap pealer, hype stealer\nSavage nigga chiller, microphone fuhreala\nSkill dealer, stadium thriller, I'll break in manila\nOne of a kind prime time rhyme thriller\nSuperstar status guerilla, still i\nTo this day drink olde english cannot stand miller\nA real hip-hop berzerker\nAt the surface yeah, you got the right to be nervous\nOriginality you lack\nSo take that move back catch a heart attack\nGet your back up off the wall\n\n4x with variations\n\nFemale: (imitating vocal from nobody beats the biz)\n\nNobody beats tha liks You know nobody can beat tha liks\nI know nobody can beat tha liks\nWe rock you on and on\nNobody beats tha liks","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Off The Wall (Feat. Keith Murray)\n  artist: Tha Alkaholiks\n  album: Likwidation\n  duration_ms: 280627\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  you can get it, get it, get it, get it\n\n  Dude, what you got on my forty homey?\n  One two, likwid, likwid, likwid\n  What you think motherfucker?\n  Course I do - came down\n  Fuck it up, uhh, uhh\n\n  Get your back up off the wall \"get with it\"\n  and you can get it, get it, get it, get it\n  Get your back up off the wall \"get with it\"\n  and you can get it, get it, get it, yeah\n\n  one: tash\n\n  I heard niggaz wanna know who scoops the most hoes\n  The r&b singers or the niggaz with flows\n  So what I did was took a poll like clinton versus dole\n  (cause the flames rappers swingin be out of control)\n  And the more girls I asked, the more I heard em say\n  They said they want it raw, silky nigga stay away\n  Good choice, 'cause rico don't be losin his voice and no...\n  to make my hair look moist\n  Just a sack of palm dale that I got from dontrell\n  'cause this is how I do it but it ain't montell\n  It's the knight in rusty armor, hardcore rap designer\n  That be dissin silky niggaz in suits and eyeliner\n  'cause look at how you dress, you think you lookin fresh\n  In your leather vest, wrapped around your puny bird chest\n  Keep freezin, while I keep easin down the road\n  Cause tash'll scoop your girl no matter what y'all niggaz sold\n  Gold, or double plat\n  Catashtrophe'll have your girl butt-naked layin flat (which way is that)\n  Horizontal, while I'm runnin all up in it\n  To the rap jams, you know, that 99 beats a minute\n  Party shit! the r&b niggaz try to swipe\n  That's why they call mc's to make they remixes hype\n  But I'm the type of cat to come to your show and boo ya\n  Black ya, blue ya, then throw my tape to ya\n\n  2x\n\n  two: j-ro\n\n  Who the hell let the dog out the gate?\n  Ready or not, here I come to set it straight\n  Cause it's a thin line between love and hate\n  So mc's bow down and prepare to meet your fate\n  Cause these (smilin faces) smilin faces sometimes\n  They wanna backstab and bite my rhymes\n  But I keep a pack (skin tight) you wanna pen fight?\n  Just give in, cause you know you'll never win, right?\n  It ain't no sunshine in the midnight hour\n  A three day shower couldn't wash away my soul power\n  (stop look and listen) that's the way of the world\n  I turn cowboys to girls, lions to squirrels\n  Is it just my imagination, or is my generation\n  Fascinated by gunplay, and incarceration\n  Peace to the departed, I get it started like a-b\n  C, it ain't nothin like the real thing baby\n  I'm takin it to the streets, but this version's much cleaner\n  (I'm searching for mary jane, man have you seen her?)\n  Yeah, I found love on a two way street\n  Now I'm bout to roll her up in between these sheets (say what)\n  This is my message to mc's to make em quiver\n  Signed, sealed, delivered\n\n  three: keith murray\n\n  I be tight like fish pussy, so funky niggaz gotta gush me\n  So dark you can't overlook me\n  Ninety-nine bottles of beer on the wall\n  I call up tha liks and we drunk em all\n  Heavy or small, you drink, forget it\n  You ask who is it? I already got your bitch digit\n  It's the permanent chiller, occasional iller\n  Lyrical cap pealer, hype stealer\n  Savage nigga chiller, microphone fuhreala\n  Skill dealer, stadium thriller, I'll break in manila\n  One of a kind prime time rhyme thriller\n  Superstar status guerilla, still i\n  To this day drink olde english cannot stand miller\n  A real hip-hop berzerker\n  At the surface yeah, you got the right to be nervous\n  Originality you lack\n  So take that move back catch a heart attack\n  Get your back up off the wall\n\n  4x with variations\n\n  Female: (imitating vocal from nobody beats the biz)\n\n  Nobody beats tha liks You know nobody can beat tha liks\n  I know nobody can beat tha liks\n  We rock you on and on\n  Nobody beats tha liks\n"},{"id":24456334,"name":"Off The Wall Ft  Keith Murray","trackName":"Off The Wall Ft  Keith Murray","artistName":"Tha Alkaholiks","albumName":"Likwidation","duration":280.685714,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"you can get it, get it, get it, get it\n\nDude, what you got on my forty homey?\nOne two, likwid, likwid, likwid\nWhat you think motherfucker?\nCourse I do - came down\nFuck it up, uhh, uhh\n\nGet your back up off the wall \"get with it\"\nand you can get it, get it, get it, get it\nGet your back up off the wall \"get with it\"\nand you can get it, get it, get it, yeah\n\none: tash\n\nI heard niggaz wanna know who scoops the most hoes\nThe r&b singers or the niggaz with flows\nSo what I did was took a poll like clinton versus dole\n(cause the flames rappers swingin be out of control)\nAnd the more girls I asked, the more I heard em say\nThey said they want it raw, silky nigga stay away\nGood choice, 'cause rico don't be losin his voice and no...\nto make my hair look moist\nJust a sack of palm dale that I got from dontrell\n'cause this is how I do it but it ain't montell\nIt's the knight in rusty armor, hardcore rap designer\nThat be dissin silky niggaz in suits and eyeliner\n'cause look at how you dress, you think you lookin fresh\nIn your leather vest, wrapped around your puny bird chest\nKeep freezin, while I keep easin down the road\nCause tash'll scoop your girl no matter what y'all niggaz sold\nGold, or double plat\nCatashtrophe'll have your girl butt-naked layin flat (which way is that)\nHorizontal, while I'm runnin all up in it\nTo the rap jams, you know, that 99 beats a minute\nParty shit! the r&b niggaz try to swipe\nThat's why they call mc's to make they remixes hype\nBut I'm the type of cat to come to your show and boo ya\nBlack ya, blue ya, then throw my tape to ya\n\n2x\n\ntwo: j-ro\n\nWho the hell let the dog out the gate?\nReady or not, here I come to set it straight\nCause it's a thin line between love and hate\nSo mc's bow down and prepare to meet your fate\nCause these (smilin faces) smilin faces sometimes\nThey wanna backstab and bite my rhymes\nBut I keep a pack (skin tight) you wanna pen fight?\nJust give in, cause you know you'll never win, right?\nIt ain't no sunshine in the midnight hour\nA three day shower couldn't wash away my soul power\n(stop look and listen) that's the way of the world\nI turn cowboys to girls, lions to squirrels\nIs it just my imagination, or is my generation\nFascinated by gunplay, and incarceration\nPeace to the departed, I get it started like a-b\nC, it ain't nothin like the real thing baby\nI'm takin it to the streets, but this version's much cleaner\n(I'm searching for mary jane, man have you seen her?)\nYeah, I found love on a two way street\nNow I'm bout to roll her up in between these sheets (say what)\nThis is my message to mc's to make em quiver\nSigned, sealed, delivered\n\nthree: keith murray\n\nI be tight like fish pussy, so funky niggaz gotta gush me\nSo dark you can't overlook me\nNinety-nine bottles of beer on the wall\nI call up tha liks and we drunk em all\nHeavy or small, you drink, forget it\nYou ask who is it? I already got your bitch digit\nIt's the permanent chiller, occasional iller\nLyrical cap pealer, hype stealer\nSavage nigga chiller, microphone fuhreala\nSkill dealer, stadium thriller, I'll break in manila\nOne of a kind prime time rhyme thriller\nSuperstar status guerilla, still i\nTo this day drink olde english cannot stand miller\nA real hip-hop berzerker\nAt the surface yeah, you got the right to be nervous\nOriginality you lack\nSo take that move back catch a heart attack\nGet your back up off the wall\n\n4x with variations\n\nFemale: (imitating vocal from nobody beats the biz)\n\nNobody beats tha liks You know nobody can beat tha liks\nI know nobody can beat tha liks\nWe rock you on and on\nNobody beats tha liks","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Off The Wall Ft  Keith Murray\n  artist: Tha Alkaholiks\n  album: Likwidation\n  duration_ms: 280686\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  you can get it, get it, get it, get it\n\n  Dude, what you got on my forty homey?\n  One two, likwid, likwid, likwid\n  What you think motherfucker?\n  Course I do - came down\n  Fuck it up, uhh, uhh\n\n  Get your back up off the wall \"get with it\"\n  and you can get it, get it, get it, get it\n  Get your back up off the wall \"get with it\"\n  and you can get it, get it, get it, yeah\n\n  one: tash\n\n  I heard niggaz wanna know who scoops the most hoes\n  The r&b singers or the niggaz with flows\n  So what I did was took a poll like clinton versus dole\n  (cause the flames rappers swingin be out of control)\n  And the more girls I asked, the more I heard em say\n  They said they want it raw, silky nigga stay away\n  Good choice, 'cause rico don't be losin his voice and no...\n  to make my hair look moist\n  Just a sack of palm dale that I got from dontrell\n  'cause this is how I do it but it ain't montell\n  It's the knight in rusty armor, hardcore rap designer\n  That be dissin silky niggaz in suits and eyeliner\n  'cause look at how you dress, you think you lookin fresh\n  In your leather vest, wrapped around your puny bird chest\n  Keep freezin, while I keep easin down the road\n  Cause tash'll scoop your girl no matter what y'all niggaz sold\n  Gold, or double plat\n  Catashtrophe'll have your girl butt-naked layin flat (which way is that)\n  Horizontal, while I'm runnin all up in it\n  To the rap jams, you know, that 99 beats a minute\n  Party shit! the r&b niggaz try to swipe\n  That's why they call mc's to make they remixes hype\n  But I'm the type of cat to come to your show and boo ya\n  Black ya, blue ya, then throw my tape to ya\n\n  2x\n\n  two: j-ro\n\n  Who the hell let the dog out the gate?\n  Ready or not, here I come to set it straight\n  Cause it's a thin line between love and hate\n  So mc's bow down and prepare to meet your fate\n  Cause these (smilin faces) smilin faces sometimes\n  They wanna backstab and bite my rhymes\n  But I keep a pack (skin tight) you wanna pen fight?\n  Just give in, cause you know you'll never win, right?\n  It ain't no sunshine in the midnight hour\n  A three day shower couldn't wash away my soul power\n  (stop look and listen) that's the way of the world\n  I turn cowboys to girls, lions to squirrels\n  Is it just my imagination, or is my generation\n  Fascinated by gunplay, and incarceration\n  Peace to the departed, I get it started like a-b\n  C, it ain't nothin like the real thing baby\n  I'm takin it to the streets, but this version's much cleaner\n  (I'm searching for mary jane, man have you seen her?)\n  Yeah, I found love on a two way street\n  Now I'm bout to roll her up in between these sheets (say what)\n  This is my message to mc's to make em quiver\n  Signed, sealed, delivered\n\n  three: keith murray\n\n  I be tight like fish pussy, so funky niggaz gotta gush me\n  So dark you can't overlook me\n  Ninety-nine bottles of beer on the wall\n  I call up tha liks and we drunk em all\n  Heavy or small, you drink, forget it\n  You ask who is it? I already got your bitch digit\n  It's the permanent chiller, occasional iller\n  Lyrical cap pealer, hype stealer\n  Savage nigga chiller, microphone fuhreala\n  Skill dealer, stadium thriller, I'll break in manila\n  One of a kind prime time rhyme thriller\n  Superstar status guerilla, still i\n  To this day drink olde english cannot stand miller\n  A real hip-hop berzerker\n  At the surface yeah, you got the right to be nervous\n  Originality you lack\n  So take that move back catch a heart attack\n  Get your back up off the wall\n\n  4x with variations\n\n  Female: (imitating vocal from nobody beats the biz)\n\n  Nobody beats tha liks You know nobody can beat tha liks\n  I know nobody can beat tha liks\n  We rock you on and on\n  Nobody beats tha liks\n"},{"id":1069478,"name":"Off the Wall","trackName":"Off the Wall","artistName":"Tha Alkaholiks feat. 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I already got your bitch digit\nIt's the permanent chiller, occasional iller\nLyrical cap pealer, hype stealer\nSavage nigga chiller, microphone fuhreala\nSkill dealer, stadium thriller, I'll break in manila\nOne of a kind prime time rhyme thriller\nSuperstar status guerilla, still i\nTo this day drink olde english cannot stand miller\nA real hip-hop berzerker\nAt the surface yeah, you got the right to be nervous\nOriginality you lack\nSo take that move back catch a heart attack\nGet your back up off the wall\n\n4x with variations\n\nFemale: (imitating vocal from nobody beats the biz)\n\nNobody beats tha liks You know nobody can beat tha liks\nI know nobody can beat tha liks\nWe rock you on and on\nNobody beats tha liks","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Off the Wall\n  artist: Tha Alkaholiks feat. 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I already got your bitch digit\nIt's the permanent chiller, occasional iller\nLyrical cap pealer, hype stealer\nSavage nigga chiller, microphone fuhreala\nSkill dealer, stadium thriller, I'll break in manila\nOne of a kind prime time rhyme thriller\nSuperstar status guerilla, still i\nTo this day drink olde english cannot stand miller\nA real hip-hop berzerker\nAt the surface yeah, you got the right to be nervous\nOriginality you lack\nSo take that move back catch a heart attack\nGet your back up off the wall\n\n4x with variations\n\nFemale: (imitating vocal from nobody beats the biz)\n\nNobody beats tha liks You know nobody can beat tha liks\nI know nobody can beat tha liks\nWe rock you on and on\nNobody beats tha liks","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Off The Wall\n  artist: Tha Alkaholiks ft. Keith Murray\n  album: Likwidation\n  duration_ms: 280627\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  you can get it, get it, get it, get it\n\n  Dude, what you got on my forty homey?\n  One two, likwid, likwid, likwid\n  What you think motherfucker?\n  Course I do - came down\n  Fuck it up, uhh, uhh\n\n  Get your back up off the wall \"get with it\"\n  and you can get it, get it, get it, get it\n  Get your back up off the wall \"get with it\"\n  and you can get it, get it, get it, yeah\n\n  one: tash\n\n  I heard niggaz wanna know who scoops the most hoes\n  The r&b singers or the niggaz with flows\n  So what I did was took a poll like clinton versus dole\n  (cause the flames rappers swingin be out of control)\n  And the more girls I asked, the more I heard em say\n  They said they want it raw, silky nigga stay away\n  Good choice, 'cause rico don't be losin his voice and no...\n  to make my hair look moist\n  Just a sack of palm dale that I got from dontrell\n  'cause this is how I do it but it ain't montell\n  It's the knight in rusty armor, hardcore rap designer\n  That be dissin silky niggaz in suits and eyeliner\n  'cause look at how you dress, you think you lookin fresh\n  In your leather vest, wrapped around your puny bird chest\n  Keep freezin, while I keep easin down the road\n  Cause tash'll scoop your girl no matter what y'all niggaz sold\n  Gold, or double plat\n  Catashtrophe'll have your girl butt-naked layin flat (which way is that)\n  Horizontal, while I'm runnin all up in it\n  To the rap jams, you know, that 99 beats a minute\n  Party shit! the r&b niggaz try to swipe\n  That's why they call mc's to make they remixes hype\n  But I'm the type of cat to come to your show and boo ya\n  Black ya, blue ya, then throw my tape to ya\n\n  2x\n\n  two: j-ro\n\n  Who the hell let the dog out the gate?\n  Ready or not, here I come to set it straight\n  Cause it's a thin line between love and hate\n  So mc's bow down and prepare to meet your fate\n  Cause these (smilin faces) smilin faces sometimes\n  They wanna backstab and bite my rhymes\n  But I keep a pack (skin tight) you wanna pen fight?\n  Just give in, cause you know you'll never win, right?\n  It ain't no sunshine in the midnight hour\n  A three day shower couldn't wash away my soul power\n  (stop look and listen) that's the way of the world\n  I turn cowboys to girls, lions to squirrels\n  Is it just my imagination, or is my generation\n  Fascinated by gunplay, and incarceration\n  Peace to the departed, I get it started like a-b\n  C, it ain't nothin like the real thing baby\n  I'm takin it to the streets, but this version's much cleaner\n  (I'm searching for mary jane, man have you seen her?)\n  Yeah, I found love on a two way street\n  Now I'm bout to roll her up in between these sheets (say what)\n  This is my message to mc's to make em quiver\n  Signed, sealed, delivered\n\n  three: keith murray\n\n  I be tight like fish pussy, so funky niggaz gotta gush me\n  So dark you can't overlook me\n  Ninety-nine bottles of beer on the wall\n  I call up tha liks and we drunk em all\n  Heavy or small, you drink, forget it\n  You ask who is it? I already got your bitch digit\n  It's the permanent chiller, occasional iller\n  Lyrical cap pealer, hype stealer\n  Savage nigga chiller, microphone fuhreala\n  Skill dealer, stadium thriller, I'll break in manila\n  One of a kind prime time rhyme thriller\n  Superstar status guerilla, still i\n  To this day drink olde english cannot stand miller\n  A real hip-hop berzerker\n  At the surface yeah, you got the right to be nervous\n  Originality you lack\n  So take that move back catch a heart attack\n  Get your back up off the wall\n\n  4x with variations\n\n  Female: (imitating vocal from nobody beats the biz)\n\n  Nobody beats tha liks You know nobody can beat tha liks\n  I know nobody can beat tha liks\n  We rock you on and on\n  Nobody beats tha liks\n"}]