[{"id":9408201,"name":"Tore Down","trackName":"Tore Down","artistName":"Tha Alkaholiks","albumName":"Likwidation","duration":279.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Stop, listen, what's that sound\nLikwid motherfuckers came to tear the house down\nHey yo, last freshfest we was rockin good times\nThis likwidfest i be bustin out rhymes\nWhen loot pack's on your set we'll take total control\nOf your mind feet body and inner soul\nMultiple beats to subject to discussion\nWild child sets it off after dj rome bring in my cuts in\nCan't understand overnight mc's that can't afford\nTo get broken with the mic whether it's with or without a cord\nSo i grab hip-hop right before wack mc's infect it\nCome attackin to your forehead and slowly make you respect it\nAnd then inject it, into your system, and when your veins\nStart pulsatin, showin you loot pack, rocks the nation\nI'm on the court, wild child rocks the fort\nKeanu reeves and sinbad givin support, that gets my love\nI'd appreciate it, if y'all appreciate it, then rock with us\n\nReal hip-hop's not hard to spot like shoplifters (i see you)\nI flip that rhythmic, technique no gimmick\nBut when you see loot pack rock, watch us freak the physic, yo\nI must confess i'm from the west about fresh\nDon't try and test cause i break mc's down to they flesh\nSo put your best against this, it don't matter who flows\nWhen they step in my direction rico slows they rolls like\nAhh, cause my brain tells me go against the grain\nCause these other niggaz out here all be rappin just the same\nBut i spit flames, i kick ass and take names\nFuck the boozy dames, this art should be placed in frames\nAnd hung up on the wall right next to picasso\nI heard niggaz comin down the pike, not so hot so\nTash comes blazin, loot pack blazin\nHot enough to fry you into california raisins\nCause my alkie style of rhymin is ahead of it's time\nI make words connect lovely like coronas and lime\nSo where you rhymes at? break em out, don't be scared, show me\nEverytime i flow i feel like y'all niggaz owe me\nThe one and only from the group you could feel\nCause it's a million alkaholiks on the earth (and that's real)\nStop, listen, what's that sound\nLikwid motherfuckers came to tear the house down\n(uh, i'm to' down, uh, i'm to' down, uh, i might skip this round)\nStop... what's that sound\nLikwid motherfuckers came to tear the house down\n(i'm to' down, i'm to' down y'all, i'm to' down y'all, i'm to' down)\nWe got that rhyme elevation racin like a mad liberation\nCircle and run your base and, bust hip-hop\nPreservation if you heard this on your station yo then you know\nThat we'll knock you out with just, light ones\nCut ya like a throne was on the cut slicer, i wet ya\nYo i kick flavor, got more beats than my nigga got\nBeeps on his pager, cause my flavor's like major\nRhyme patterns intertwine with the beat offtime\nThen i read off lines or freestyle rhyme\nMake ya rewind the crate digga niggaz, always, spliff rhyme rip\nNever slip my hop hips a grip\nWith the likwidation lyrical radiation you're facin\nFate worse than freebasin, with them flows your chasin\nLyrics lead the pack way, so i can blast a\nRapper that ain't classy, get up out this fast lane\nCause you'll be feelin mass pain from being phony\nLike when a nigga swear he know me, yo it be no comprehende\nBeen doin this long you might as well call me a sensei\nRound and round i go\nThis rapper's name is j-ro\nWack mc's don't waste your timeeeee\n(let me stick to the rhyme)\nNiggaz talk about scrappin when they can't scrape a grape\nThat's why i choose to stick to myself like a roll of tape\nYou don't wanna battle dog, i got a catalog\nOf rhymes, break it down to your enzymes\nBut your ass talk trash, know when your style is garb-y\nYou soft as a barbie, hard as terence trent d'arby\nYou the wackest mc i ever heard\nYou fly like a wingless bird, it's absurd, you get the\nD-i, c-k, in-ya-mouth, all-day\nFor comin outside anyway, my style's terrific many say\nYou lightweight like ashes, it's goin down like plane crashes\nAt all alkaholik bashes\nYeah that's right west coast this the tear down\nLikwid crew in the place, knowhati'msayin?\nYo fuck that let me shout it out to all the homeboys coast ii coast\nTurnin them forties upside down\nBig up to king tee and xzibit\nBig up to the whole likwid crew, big up to mobb deep\nThe def squad, cypress hill, wu-tang, westside connection\nUhh, to tear it down, i'm to' down, i might have to miss this round...","syncedLyrics":"[00:15.58] Stop, listen, what's that sound\n[00:18.27] Likwid motherfuckers came to tear the house down\n[00:20.02] Hey yo, last freshfest we was rockin good times\n[00:22.83] This likwidfest i be bustin out rhymes\n[00:25.52] When loot pack's on your set we'll take total control\n[00:28.21] Of your mind feet body and inner soul\n[00:30.99] Multiple beats to subject to discussion\n[00:33.71] Wild child sets it off after dj rome bring in my cuts in\n[00:36.44] Can't understand overnight mc's that can't afford\n[00:38.27] To get broken with the mic whether it's with or without a cord\n[00:40.95] So i grab hip-hop right before wack mc's infect it\n[00:43.62] Come attackin to your forehead and slowly make you respect it\n[00:46.32] And then inject it, into your system, and when your veins\n[00:49.08] Start pulsatin, showin you loot pack, rocks the nation\n[00:51.79] I'm on the court, wild child rocks the fort\n[00:54.50] Keanu reeves and sinbad givin support, that gets my love\n[00:57.23] I'd appreciate it, if y'all appreciate it, then rock with us\n[00:59.06] Real hip-hop's not hard to spot like shoplifters (i see you)\n[01:02.66] I flip that rhythmic, technique no gimmick\n[01:04.50] But when you see loot pack rock, watch us freak the physic, yo\n[01:08.12] I must confess i'm from the west about fresh\n[01:09.98] Don't try and test cause i break mc's down to they flesh\n[01:12.68] So put your best against this, it don't matter who flows\n[01:15.36] When they step in my direction rico slows they rolls like\n[01:18.04] Ahh, cause my brain tells me go against the grain\n[01:20.83] Cause these other niggaz out here all be rappin just the same\n[01:23.54] But i spit flames, i kick ass and take names\n[01:25.37] Fuck the boozy dames, this art should be placed in frames\n[01:28.05] And hung up on the wall right next to picasso\n[01:30.89] I heard niggaz comin down the pike, not so hot so\n[01:33.58] Tash comes blazin, loot pack blazin\n[01:36.23] Hot enough to fry you into california raisins\n[01:38.96] Cause my alkie style of rhymin is ahead of it's time\n[01:40.70] I make words connect lovely like coronas and lime\n[01:43.57] So where you rhymes at? break em out, don't be scared, show me\n[01:47.18] Everytime i flow i feel like y'all niggaz owe me\n[01:48.91] The one and only from the group you could feel\n[01:51.67] Cause it's a million alkaholiks on the earth (and that's real)\n[01:54.30] Stop, listen, what's that sound\n[01:57.15] Likwid motherfuckers came to tear the house down\n[01:59.84] (uh, i'm to' down, uh, i'm to' down, uh, i might skip this round)\n[02:05.25] Stop... what's that sound\n[02:08.07] Likwid motherfuckers came to tear the house down\n[02:09.87] (i'm to' down, i'm to' down y'all, i'm to' down y'all, i'm to' down)\n[02:15.24] We got that rhyme elevation racin like a mad liberation\n[02:17.97] Circle and run your base and, bust hip-hop\n[02:20.67] Preservation if you heard this on your station yo then you know\n[02:23.48] That we'll knock you out with just, light ones\n[02:25.23] Cut ya like a throne was on the cut slicer, i wet ya\n[02:27.93] Yo i kick flavor, got more beats than my nigga got\n[02:30.68] Beeps on his pager, cause my flavor's like major\n[02:33.36] Rhyme patterns intertwine with the beat offtime\n[02:36.12] Then i read off lines or freestyle rhyme\n[02:38.87] Make ya rewind the crate digga niggaz, always, spliff rhyme rip\n[02:41.52] Never slip my hop hips a grip\n[02:43.36] With the likwidation lyrical radiation you're facin\n[02:46.10] Fate worse than freebasin, with them flows your chasin\n[02:48.87] Lyrics lead the pack way, so i can blast a\n[02:51.53] Rapper that ain't classy, get up out this fast lane\n[02:54.26] Cause you'll be feelin mass pain from being phony\n[02:57.96] Like when a nigga swear he know me, yo it be no comprehende\n[02:59.71] Been doin this long you might as well call me a sensei\n[03:01.59] Round and round i go\n[03:06.03] This rapper's name is j-ro\n[03:07.92] Wack mc's don't waste your timeeeee\n[03:11.57] (let me stick to the rhyme)\n[03:12.42] Niggaz talk about scrappin when they can't scrape a grape\n[03:15.13] That's why i choose to stick to myself like a roll of tape\n[03:17.84] You don't wanna battle dog, i got a catalog\n[03:20.63] Of rhymes, break it down to your enzymes\n[03:23.39] But your ass talk trash, know when your style is garb-y\n[03:26.09] You soft as a barbie, hard as terence trent d'arby\n[03:28.79] You the wackest mc i ever heard\n[03:30.56] You fly like a wingless bird, it's absurd, you get the\n[03:33.26] D-i, c-k, in-ya-mouth, all-day\n[03:36.03] For comin outside anyway, my style's terrific many say\n[03:38.74] You lightweight like ashes, it's goin down like plane crashes\n[03:42.34] At all alkaholik bashes\n[03:44.12] Yeah that's right west coast this the tear down\n[03:47.77] Likwid crew in the place, knowhati'msayin?\n[04:10.48] Yo fuck that let me shout it out to all the homeboys coast ii coast\n[04:13.10] Turnin them forties upside down\n[04:14.94] Big up to king tee and xzibit\n[04:17.60] Big up to the whole likwid crew, big up to mobb deep\n[04:21.27] The def squad, cypress hill, wu-tang, westside connection\n[04:24.96] Uhh, to tear it down, i'm to' down, i might have to miss this round...\n[04:31.27] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Tore Down\n  artist: Tha Alkaholiks\n  album: Likwidation\n  duration_ms: 279000\n  instrumental: 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showin you loot pack, rocks the nation\n  I'm on the court, wild child rocks the fort\n  Keanu reeves and sinbad givin support, that gets my love\n  I'd appreciate it, if y'all appreciate it, then rock with us\n\n  Real hip-hop's not hard to spot like shoplifters (i see you)\n  I flip that rhythmic, technique no gimmick\n  But when you see loot pack rock, watch us freak the physic, yo\n  I must confess i'm from the west about fresh\n  Don't try and test cause i break mc's down to they flesh\n  So put your best against this, it don't matter who flows\n  When they step in my direction rico slows they rolls like\n  Ahh, cause my brain tells me go against the grain\n  Cause these other niggaz out here all be rappin just the same\n  But i spit flames, i kick ass and take names\n  Fuck the boozy dames, this art should be placed in frames\n  And hung up on the wall right next to picasso\n  I heard niggaz comin down the pike, not so hot so\n  Tash comes blazin, loot pack blazin\n  Hot enough 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than my nigga got\n  Beeps on his pager, cause my flavor's like major\n  Rhyme patterns intertwine with the beat offtime\n  Then i read off lines or freestyle rhyme\n  Make ya rewind the crate digga niggaz, always, spliff rhyme rip\n  Never slip my hop hips a grip\n  With the likwidation lyrical radiation you're facin\n  Fate worse than freebasin, with them flows your chasin\n  Lyrics lead the pack way, so i can blast a\n  Rapper that ain't classy, get up out this fast lane\n  Cause you'll be feelin mass pain from being phony\n  Like when a nigga swear he know me, yo it be no comprehende\n  Been doin this long you might as well call me a sensei\n  Round and round i go\n  This rapper's name is j-ro\n  Wack mc's don't waste your timeeeee\n  (let me stick to the rhyme)\n  Niggaz talk about scrappin when they can't scrape a grape\n  That's why i choose to stick to myself like a roll of tape\n  You don't wanna battle dog, i got a catalog\n  Of rhymes, break it down to your enzymes\n  But your ass talk trash, know when your style is garb-y\n  You soft as a barbie, hard as terence trent d'arby\n  You the wackest mc i ever heard\n  You fly like a wingless bird, it's absurd, you get the\n  D-i, c-k, in-ya-mouth, all-day\n  For comin outside anyway, my style's terrific many say\n  You lightweight like ashes, it's goin down like plane crashes\n  At all alkaholik bashes\n  Yeah that's right west coast this the tear down\n  Likwid crew in the place, knowhati'msayin?\n  Yo fuck that let me shout it out to all the homeboys coast ii coast\n  Turnin them forties upside down\n  Big up to king tee and xzibit\n  Big up to the whole likwid crew, big up to mobb deep\n  The def squad, cypress hill, wu-tang, westside connection\n  Uhh, to tear it down, i'm to' down, i might have to miss this round...\n"},{"id":31804440,"name":"Tore Down (Feat. 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Break em out, don't be scared, show me\nEverytime I flow I feel like y'all niggas owe me\nThe one and only from the group you can feel\nCause it's a million Alkaholiks on the Earth and that's real\n\nStop, listen, what's that sound?\nLikwid motherfuckers came to tear the house down\nUh, I'm to' down, uh, I'm to' down, uh\nI might skip this round\nStop, what's that sound?\nLikwid motherfuckers came to tear the house down\nI'm to' down y'all, I'm to' down y'all, I'm to' down\n\nWe got that rhyme elevation racin like a Madlib invasion\nCircle around your base and, bust hip-hop\nPreservation if you heard us on your station yo then you know\nThat we'll knock you out with just one touch of light\nLike a bro was on the cut slice separate ya\nYo I kick flavor, got more beats than my nigga got beeps\nOn his pager cause my flavor's like major\nRhyme patterns intertwine with the beat off time\nThen I re-Dot lines or freestyle rhyme\nMake you rewind to crate digga niggas\nAlways, flip rhyme rip, never slip my hop hips a grip\nWith the Likwidation lyrical radiation you're facin\nFake bustas freebasin, with them flows you're chasin\nLyrics lead the packway, so I can blast a\nRapper that ain't class A, get up out this fast lane\nCause you'll be feelin mass pain from bein phony\nLike when a nigga swear he know me, there will be no comprehenden\nBeen doin this so long you might as well call me a sensei\n\nRound and round I go\nThis rapper's name is J-Ro\nWack MC's don't waste your time\nLet me stick to the rhyme\nNiggas talk about scrappin when they can't scrape the grape\nThat's why I choose to stick to myself like a roll of tape\nYou don't wanna battle dog, I got a catalog\nOf rhymes, break it down to your enzymes\nBut your ass talk trash knowin your style is garb-y\nYou soft as a Barbie, hard as Terrence Trent D'Arby\nYou're the wackest MC I ever heard\nYou fly like a wingless bird it's absurd\nYou get the D-I, C-K, in your mouth, all day\nFor comin outside anyway my style's terrific many say\nYou lightweight like ashes, it's goin down like plane crashes\nAt all Alkaholik bashes\n\nStop, listen, what's that sound?\nLikwid motherfuckers came to tear the house down\nYeah, I'm to' down, I'm to' down\nI might have to miss this round\nStop, what's that sound?\nLikwid motherfuckers came to tear the house down\nI'm to' down y'all, I'm to' down y'all, I'm to' down\n\nYeah that's right West coast it's the teardown\nLikwid crew in the place, knowhatI'msayin?\nYo fuck that let me shout it out to all the homeboys coast to coast\nTurnin them forties upside down\nBig up to King Tee and Xzibit\nBig up to the whole Likwid crew\nBig up to Mobb Deep, the Def Squad, Cypress Hill\nWu-Tang, Westside Connection\nUhh, the teardown, uh, I'm to' down\nYou might have to miss this round","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Tore Down (Feat. Lootpack)\n  artist: Tha Alkaholiks\n  album: Likwidation\n  duration_ms: 279000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Stop, listen, what's that sound?\n  Likwid motherfuckers came to tear the house down\n\n  Hey yo, last FreshFest we was rockin Good Times\n  This LikwidFest I be bustin out rhymes\n  When Loot Pack's on the set we'll take total control\n  Of your mind, feet, body and inner soul\n  Multiple beats that's subject to discussion\n  Wild Child sets it off after DJ Romes bring in my cuts\n  Can't understand overnight MC's that can't afford\n  To get broken with the mic whether it's with or without a cord\n  So I grabbed hip-hop right before wack MC's infect it\n  Come tack it to your forehead and slowly make you respect it\n  And then inject it, into your system\n  And when your veins start pulsatin\n  Showin you Loot Pack rocks the nation\n  I'm on the court, Wild Child rocks the fort\n  Keanu Reeves and Sinbad givin support, that gets my love\n  I'd appreciate it, y'all appreciate it then rock with us\n  Real hip-hop's not hard to spot like shoplifters\n  I flip that rhythmic, technique no gimmick\n  But when you see Loot Pack rock, watch us freak the physic\n  Yo, I must confess I'm from the West about Fresh\n  Don't try and test cause I break MC's down to they flesh\n\n  So put your best against this, it don't matter who flows\n  When they step in my direction, we go slow they rolls\n  Like (cough) cause my brain tells me go against the grain\n  Cause these other niggas out here all be rappin just the same\n  But I spit flames, I kick ass and take names\n  Fuck the boozy dames, this art should be placed in frames\n  And hung up on the wall right next to Picasso\n  I hear niggas comin down the pike not so hot so\n  Tash comes blazin, Loot Pack blazin\n  Hot enough to fry ya into California Raisins\n  Cause my Alkie style of rhymin is ahead of it's time\n  I make words connect lovely like Coronas and lime\n  So where your rhymes at? Break em out, don't be scared, show me\n  Everytime I flow I feel like y'all niggas owe me\n  The one and only from the group you can feel\n  Cause it's a million Alkaholiks on the Earth and that's real\n\n  Stop, listen, what's that sound?\n  Likwid motherfuckers came to tear the house down\n  Uh, I'm to' down, uh, I'm to' down, uh\n  I might skip this round\n  Stop, what's that sound?\n  Likwid motherfuckers came to tear the house down\n  I'm to' down y'all, I'm to' down y'all, I'm to' down\n\n  We got that rhyme elevation racin like a Madlib invasion\n  Circle around your base and, bust hip-hop\n  Preservation if you heard us on your station yo then you know\n  That we'll knock you out with just one touch of light\n  Like a bro was on the cut slice separate ya\n  Yo I kick flavor, got more beats than my nigga got beeps\n  On his pager cause my flavor's like major\n  Rhyme patterns intertwine with the beat off time\n  Then I re-Dot lines or freestyle rhyme\n  Make you rewind to crate digga niggas\n  Always, flip rhyme rip, never slip my hop hips a grip\n  With the Likwidation lyrical radiation you're facin\n  Fake bustas freebasin, with them flows you're chasin\n  Lyrics lead the packway, so I can blast a\n  Rapper that ain't class A, get up out this fast lane\n  Cause you'll be feelin mass pain from bein phony\n  Like when a nigga swear he know me, there will be no comprehenden\n  Been doin this so long you might as well call me a sensei\n\n  Round and round I go\n  This rapper's name is J-Ro\n  Wack MC's don't waste your time\n  Let me stick to the rhyme\n  Niggas talk about scrappin when they can't scrape the grape\n  That's why I choose to stick to myself like a roll of tape\n  You don't wanna battle dog, I got a catalog\n  Of rhymes, break it down to your enzymes\n  But your ass talk trash knowin your style is garb-y\n  You soft as a Barbie, hard as Terrence Trent D'Arby\n  You're the wackest MC I ever heard\n  You fly like a wingless bird it's absurd\n  You get the D-I, C-K, in your mouth, all day\n  For comin outside anyway my style's terrific many say\n  You lightweight like ashes, it's goin down like plane crashes\n  At all Alkaholik bashes\n\n  Stop, listen, what's that sound?\n  Likwid motherfuckers came to tear the house down\n  Yeah, I'm to' down, I'm to' down\n  I might have to miss this round\n  Stop, what's that sound?\n  Likwid motherfuckers came to tear the house down\n  I'm to' down y'all, I'm to' down y'all, I'm to' down\n\n  Yeah that's right West coast it's the teardown\n  Likwid crew in the place, knowhatI'msayin?\n  Yo fuck that let me shout it out to all the homeboys coast to coast\n  Turnin them forties upside down\n  Big up to King Tee and Xzibit\n  Big up to the whole Likwid crew\n  Big up to Mobb Deep, the Def Squad, Cypress Hill\n  Wu-Tang, Westside Connection\n  Uhh, the teardown, uh, I'm to' down\n  You might have to miss this round\n"},{"id":31524945,"name":"Tore Down - Featuring Look Pack","trackName":"Tore Down - Featuring Look Pack","artistName":"Tha Alkaholiks","albumName":"Likwidation","duration":279.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Stop, listen, what's that sound?\nLikwid motherfuckers came to tear the house down\n\nHey yo, last FreshFest we was rockin Good Times\nThis LikwidFest I be bustin out rhymes\nWhen Loot Pack's on the set we'll take total control\nOf your mind, feet, body and inner soul\nMultiple beats that's subject to discussion\nWild Child sets it off after DJ Romes bring in my cuts\nCan't understand overnight MC's that can't afford\nTo get broken with the mic whether it's with or without a cord\nSo I grabbed hip-hop right before wack MC's infect it\nCome tack it to your forehead and slowly make you respect it\nAnd then inject it, into your system\nAnd when your veins start pulsatin\nShowin you Loot Pack rocks the nation\nI'm on the court, Wild Child rocks the fort\nKeanu Reeves and Sinbad givin support, that gets my love\nI'd appreciate it, y'all appreciate it then rock with us\nReal hip-hop's not hard to spot like shoplifters\nI flip that rhythmic, technique no gimmick\nBut when you see Loot Pack rock, watch us freak the physic\nYo, I must confess I'm from the West about Fresh\nDon't try and test cause I break MC's down to they flesh\n\nSo put your best against this, it don't matter who flows\nWhen they step in my direction, we go slow they rolls\nLike (cough) cause my brain tells me go against the grain\nCause these other niggas out here all be rappin just the same\nBut I spit flames, I kick ass and take names\nFuck the boozy dames, this art should be placed in frames\nAnd hung up on the wall right next to Picasso\nI hear niggas comin down the pike not so hot so\nTash comes blazin, Loot Pack blazin\nHot enough to fry ya into California Raisins\nCause my Alkie style of rhymin is ahead of it's time\nI make words connect lovely like Coronas and lime\nSo where your rhymes at? Break em out, don't be scared, show me\nEverytime I flow I feel like y'all niggas owe me\nThe one and only from the group you can feel\nCause it's a million Alkaholiks on the Earth and that's real\n\nStop, listen, what's that sound?\nLikwid motherfuckers came to tear the house down\nUh, I'm to' down, uh, I'm to' down, uh\nI might skip this round\nStop, what's that sound?\nLikwid motherfuckers came to tear the house down\nI'm to' down y'all, I'm to' down y'all, I'm to' down\n\nWe got that rhyme elevation racin like a Madlib invasion\nCircle around your base and, bust hip-hop\nPreservation if you heard us on your station yo then you know\nThat we'll knock you out with just one touch of light\nLike a bro was on the cut slice separate ya\nYo I kick flavor, got more beats than my nigga got beeps\nOn his pager cause my flavor's like major\nRhyme patterns intertwine with the beat off time\nThen I re-Dot lines or freestyle rhyme\nMake you rewind to crate digga niggas\nAlways, flip rhyme rip, never slip my hop hips a grip\nWith the Likwidation lyrical radiation you're facin\nFake bustas freebasin, with them flows you're chasin\nLyrics lead the packway, so I can blast a\nRapper that ain't class A, get up out this fast lane\nCause you'll be feelin mass pain from bein phony\nLike when a nigga swear he know me, there will be no comprehenden\nBeen doin this so long you might as well call me a sensei\n\nRound and round I go\nThis rapper's name is J-Ro\nWack MC's don't waste your time\nLet me stick to the rhyme\nNiggas talk about scrappin when they can't scrape the grape\nThat's why I choose to stick to myself like a roll of tape\nYou don't wanna battle dog, I got a catalog\nOf rhymes, break it down to your enzymes\nBut your ass talk trash knowin your style is garb-y\nYou soft as a Barbie, hard as Terrence Trent D'Arby\nYou're the wackest MC I ever heard\nYou fly like a wingless bird it's absurd\nYou get the D-I, C-K, in your mouth, all day\nFor comin outside anyway my style's terrific many say\nYou lightweight like ashes, it's goin down like plane crashes\nAt all Alkaholik bashes\n\nStop, listen, what's that sound?\nLikwid motherfuckers came to tear the house down\nYeah, I'm to' down, I'm to' down\nI might have to miss this round\nStop, what's that sound?\nLikwid motherfuckers came to tear the house down\nI'm to' down y'all, I'm to' down y'all, I'm to' down\n\nYeah that's right West coast it's the teardown\nLikwid crew in the place, knowhatI'msayin?\nYo fuck that let me shout it out to all the homeboys coast to coast\nTurnin them forties upside down\nBig up to King Tee and Xzibit\nBig up to the whole Likwid crew\nBig up to Mobb Deep, the Def Squad, Cypress Hill\nWu-Tang, Westside Connection\nUhh, the teardown, uh, I'm to' down\nYou might have to miss this round","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Tore Down - Featuring Look Pack\n  artist: Tha Alkaholiks\n  album: Likwidation\n  duration_ms: 279000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Stop, listen, what's that sound?\n  Likwid motherfuckers came to tear the house down\n\n  Hey yo, last FreshFest we was rockin Good Times\n  This LikwidFest I be bustin out rhymes\n  When Loot Pack's on the set we'll take total control\n  Of your mind, feet, body and inner soul\n  Multiple beats that's subject to discussion\n  Wild Child sets it off after DJ Romes bring in my cuts\n  Can't understand overnight MC's that can't afford\n  To get broken with the mic whether it's with or without a cord\n  So I grabbed hip-hop right before wack MC's infect it\n  Come tack it to your forehead and slowly make you respect it\n  And then inject it, into your system\n  And when your veins start pulsatin\n  Showin you Loot Pack rocks the nation\n  I'm on the court, Wild Child rocks the fort\n  Keanu Reeves and Sinbad givin support, that gets my love\n  I'd appreciate it, y'all appreciate it then rock with us\n  Real hip-hop's not hard to spot like shoplifters\n  I flip that rhythmic, technique no gimmick\n  But when you see Loot Pack rock, watch us freak the physic\n  Yo, I must confess I'm from the West about Fresh\n  Don't try and test cause I break MC's down to they flesh\n\n  So put your best against this, it don't matter who flows\n  When they step in my direction, we go slow they rolls\n  Like (cough) cause my brain tells me go against the grain\n  Cause these other niggas out here all be rappin just the same\n  But I spit flames, I kick ass and take names\n  Fuck the boozy dames, this art should be placed in frames\n  And hung up on the wall right next to Picasso\n  I hear niggas comin down the pike not so hot so\n  Tash comes blazin, Loot Pack blazin\n  Hot enough to fry ya into California Raisins\n  Cause my Alkie style of rhymin is ahead of it's time\n  I make words connect lovely like Coronas and lime\n  So where your rhymes at? Break em out, don't be scared, show me\n  Everytime I flow I feel like y'all niggas owe me\n  The one and only from the group you can feel\n  Cause it's a million Alkaholiks on the Earth and that's real\n\n  Stop, listen, what's that sound?\n  Likwid motherfuckers came to tear the house down\n  Uh, I'm to' down, uh, I'm to' down, uh\n  I might skip this round\n  Stop, what's that sound?\n  Likwid motherfuckers came to tear the house down\n  I'm to' down y'all, I'm to' down y'all, I'm to' down\n\n  We got that rhyme elevation racin like a Madlib invasion\n  Circle around your base and, bust hip-hop\n  Preservation if you heard us on your station yo then you know\n  That we'll knock you out with just one touch of light\n  Like a bro was on the cut slice separate ya\n  Yo I kick flavor, got more beats than my nigga got beeps\n  On his pager cause my flavor's like major\n  Rhyme patterns intertwine with the beat off time\n  Then I re-Dot lines or freestyle rhyme\n  Make you rewind to crate digga niggas\n  Always, flip rhyme rip, never slip my hop hips a grip\n  With the Likwidation lyrical radiation you're facin\n  Fake bustas freebasin, with them flows you're chasin\n  Lyrics lead the packway, so I can blast a\n  Rapper that ain't class A, get up out this fast lane\n  Cause you'll be feelin mass pain from bein phony\n  Like when a nigga swear he know me, there will be no comprehenden\n  Been doin this so long you might as well call me a sensei\n\n  Round and round I go\n  This rapper's name is J-Ro\n  Wack MC's don't waste your time\n  Let me stick to the rhyme\n  Niggas talk about scrappin when they can't scrape the grape\n  That's why I choose to stick to myself like a roll of tape\n  You don't wanna battle dog, I got a catalog\n  Of rhymes, break it down to your enzymes\n  But your ass talk trash knowin your style is garb-y\n  You soft as a Barbie, hard as Terrence Trent D'Arby\n  You're the wackest MC I ever heard\n  You fly like a wingless bird it's absurd\n  You get the D-I, C-K, in your mouth, all day\n  For comin outside anyway my style's terrific many say\n  You lightweight like ashes, it's goin down like plane crashes\n  At all Alkaholik bashes\n\n  Stop, listen, what's that sound?\n  Likwid motherfuckers came to tear the house down\n  Yeah, I'm to' down, I'm to' down\n  I might have to miss this round\n  Stop, what's that sound?\n  Likwid motherfuckers came to tear the house down\n  I'm to' down y'all, I'm to' down y'all, I'm to' down\n\n  Yeah that's right West coast it's the teardown\n  Likwid crew in the place, knowhatI'msayin?\n  Yo fuck that let me shout it out to all the homeboys coast to coast\n  Turnin them forties upside down\n  Big up to King Tee and Xzibit\n  Big up to the whole Likwid crew\n  Big up to Mobb Deep, the Def Squad, Cypress Hill\n  Wu-Tang, Westside Connection\n  Uhh, the teardown, uh, I'm to' down\n  You might have to miss this round\n"},{"id":10270669,"name":"Tore Down","trackName":"Tore Down","artistName":"Tha Alkaholiks feat. 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break em out, don't be scared, show me\n[01:47.18] Everytime i flow i feel like y'all niggaz owe me\n[01:48.91] The one and only from the group you could feel\n[01:51.67] Cause it's a million alkaholiks on the earth (and that's real)\n[01:54.30] Stop, listen, what's that sound\n[01:57.15] Likwid motherfuckers came to tear the house down\n[01:59.84] (uh, i'm to' down, uh, i'm to' down, uh, i might skip this round)\n[02:05.25] Stop... what's that sound\n[02:08.07] Likwid motherfuckers came to tear the house down\n[02:09.87] (i'm to' down, i'm to' down y'all, i'm to' down y'all, i'm to' down)\n[02:15.24] We got that rhyme elevation racin like a mad liberation\n[02:17.97] Circle and run your base and, bust hip-hop\n[02:20.67] Preservation if you heard this on your station yo then you know\n[02:23.48] That we'll knock you out with just, light ones\n[02:25.23] Cut ya like a throne was on the cut slicer, i wet ya\n[02:27.93] Yo i kick flavor, got more beats than my nigga got\n[02:30.68] Beeps on his pager, cause my flavor's like major\n[02:33.36] Rhyme patterns intertwine with the beat offtime\n[02:36.12] Then i read off lines or freestyle rhyme\n[02:38.87] Make ya rewind the crate digga niggaz, always, spliff rhyme rip\n[02:41.52] Never slip my hop hips a grip\n[02:43.36] With the likwidation lyrical radiation you're facin\n[02:46.10] Fate worse than freebasin, with them flows your chasin\n[02:48.87] Lyrics lead the pack way, so i can blast a\n[02:51.53] Rapper that ain't classy, get up out this fast lane\n[02:54.26] Cause you'll be feelin mass pain from being phony\n[02:57.96] Like when a nigga swear he know me, yo it be no comprehende\n[02:59.71] Been doin this long you might as well call me a sensei\n[03:01.59] Round and round i go\n[03:06.03] This rapper's name is j-ro\n[03:07.92] Wack mc's don't waste your timeeeee\n[03:11.57] (let me stick to the rhyme)\n[03:12.42] Niggaz talk about scrappin when they can't scrape a grape\n[03:15.13] That's why i choose to stick to myself like a roll of tape\n[03:17.84] You don't wanna battle dog, i got a catalog\n[03:20.63] Of rhymes, break it down to your enzymes\n[03:23.39] But your ass talk trash, know when your style is garb-y\n[03:26.09] You soft as a barbie, hard as terence trent d'arby\n[03:28.79] You the wackest mc i ever heard\n[03:30.56] You fly like a wingless bird, it's absurd, you get the\n[03:33.26] D-i, c-k, in-ya-mouth, all-day\n[03:36.03] For comin outside anyway, my style's terrific many say\n[03:38.74] You lightweight like ashes, it's goin down like plane crashes\n[03:42.34] At all alkaholik bashes\n[03:44.12] Yeah that's right west coast this the tear down\n[03:47.77] Likwid crew in the place, knowhati'msayin?\n[04:10.48] Yo fuck that let me shout it out to all the homeboys coast ii coast\n[04:13.10] Turnin them forties upside down\n[04:14.94] Big up to king tee and xzibit\n[04:17.60] Big up to the whole likwid crew, big up to mobb deep\n[04:21.27] The def squad, cypress hill, wu-tang, westside connection\n[04:24.96] Uhh, to tear it down, i'm to' down, i might have to miss this round...\n[04:31.27] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Tore Down\n  artist: Tha Alkaholiks feat. 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257600\n- text: Big up to the whole likwid crew, big up to mobb deep\n  start_ms: 257600\n  end_ms: 261270\n- text: The def squad, cypress hill, wu-tang, westside connection\n  start_ms: 261270\n  end_ms: 264960\n- text: Uhh, to tear it down, i'm to' down, i might have to miss this round...\n  start_ms: 264960\n  end_ms: 271270\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 271270\nplain: |-\n  Stop, listen, what's that sound\n  Likwid motherfuckers came to tear the house down\n  Hey yo, last freshfest we was rockin good times\n  This likwidfest i be bustin out rhymes\n  When loot pack's on your set we'll take total control\n  Of your mind feet body and inner soul\n  Multiple beats to subject to discussion\n  Wild child sets it off after dj rome bring in my cuts in\n  Can't understand overnight mc's that can't afford\n  To get broken with the mic whether it's with or without a cord\n  So i grab hip-hop right before wack mc's infect it\n  Come attackin to your forehead and slowly make you respect it\n  And then inject it, into your system, and when your veins\n  Start pulsatin, showin you loot pack, rocks the nation\n  I'm on the court, wild child rocks the fort\n  Keanu reeves and sinbad givin support, that gets my love\n  I'd appreciate it, if y'all appreciate it, then rock with us\n\n  Real hip-hop's not hard to spot like shoplifters (i see you)\n  I flip that rhythmic, technique no gimmick\n  But when you see loot pack rock, watch us freak the physic, yo\n  I must confess i'm from the west about fresh\n  Don't try and test cause i break mc's down to they flesh\n  So put your best against this, it don't matter who flows\n  When they step in my direction rico slows they rolls like\n  Ahh, cause my brain tells me go against the grain\n  Cause these other niggaz out here all be rappin just the same\n  But i spit flames, i kick ass and take names\n  Fuck the boozy dames, this art should be placed in frames\n  And hung up on the wall right next to picasso\n  I heard niggaz comin down the pike, not so hot so\n  Tash comes blazin, loot pack blazin\n  Hot enough to fry you into california raisins\n  Cause my alkie style of rhymin is ahead of it's time\n  I make words connect lovely like coronas and lime\n  So where you rhymes at? break em out, don't be scared, show me\n  Everytime i flow i feel like y'all niggaz owe me\n  The one and only from the group you could feel\n  Cause it's a million alkaholiks on the earth (and that's real)\n  Stop, listen, what's that sound\n  Likwid motherfuckers came to tear the house down\n  (uh, i'm to' down, uh, i'm to' down, uh, i might skip this round)\n  Stop... what's that sound\n  Likwid motherfuckers came to tear the house down\n  (i'm to' down, i'm to' down y'all, i'm to' down y'all, i'm to' down)\n  We got that rhyme elevation racin like a mad liberation\n  Circle and run your base and, bust hip-hop\n  Preservation if you heard this on your station yo then you know\n  That we'll knock you out with just, light ones\n  Cut ya like a throne was on the cut slicer, i wet ya\n  Yo i kick flavor, got more beats than my nigga got\n  Beeps on his pager, cause my flavor's like major\n  Rhyme patterns intertwine with the beat offtime\n  Then i read off lines or freestyle rhyme\n  Make ya rewind the crate digga niggaz, always, spliff rhyme rip\n  Never slip my hop hips a grip\n  With the likwidation lyrical radiation you're facin\n  Fate worse than freebasin, with them flows your chasin\n  Lyrics lead the pack way, so i can blast a\n  Rapper that ain't classy, get up out this fast lane\n  Cause you'll be feelin mass pain from being phony\n  Like when a nigga swear he know me, yo it be no comprehende\n  Been doin this long you might as well call me a sensei\n  Round and round i go\n  This rapper's name is j-ro\n  Wack mc's don't waste your timeeeee\n  (let me stick to the rhyme)\n  Niggaz talk about scrappin when they can't scrape a grape\n  That's why i choose to stick to myself like a roll of tape\n  You don't wanna battle dog, i got a catalog\n  Of rhymes, break it down to your enzymes\n  But your ass talk trash, know when your style is garb-y\n  You soft as a barbie, hard as terence trent d'arby\n  You the wackest mc i ever heard\n  You fly like a wingless bird, it's absurd, you get the\n  D-i, c-k, in-ya-mouth, all-day\n  For comin outside anyway, my style's terrific many say\n  You lightweight like ashes, it's goin down like plane crashes\n  At all alkaholik bashes\n  Yeah that's right west coast this the tear down\n  Likwid crew in the place, knowhati'msayin?\n  Yo fuck that let me shout it out to all the homeboys coast ii coast\n  Turnin them forties upside down\n  Big up to king tee and xzibit\n  Big up to the whole likwid crew, big up to mobb deep\n  The def squad, cypress hill, wu-tang, westside connection\n  Uhh, to tear it down, i'm to' down, i might have to miss this round...\n"},{"id":40122672,"name":"Tore Down","trackName":"Tore Down","artistName":"Tha Alkaholiks ft. Loot Pack","albumName":"Likwidation","duration":279.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Stop, listen, what's that sound?\nLikwid motherfuckers came to tear the house down\n\nHey yo, last FreshFest we was rockin Good Times\nThis LikwidFest I be bustin out rhymes\nWhen Loot Pack's on the set we'll take total control\nOf your mind, feet, body and inner soul\nMultiple beats that's subject to discussion\nWild Child sets it off after DJ Romes bring in my cuts\nCan't understand overnight MC's that can't afford\nTo get broken with the mic whether it's with or without a cord\nSo I grabbed hip-hop right before wack MC's infect it\nCome tack it to your forehead and slowly make you respect it\nAnd then inject it, into your system\nAnd when your veins start pulsatin\nShowin you Loot Pack rocks the nation\nI'm on the court, Wild Child rocks the fort\nKeanu Reeves and Sinbad givin support, that gets my love\nI'd appreciate it, y'all appreciate it then rock with us\nReal hip-hop's not hard to spot like shoplifters\nI flip that rhythmic, technique no gimmick\nBut when you see Loot Pack rock, watch us freak the physic\nYo, I must confess I'm from the West about Fresh\nDon't try and test cause I break MC's down to they flesh\n\nSo put your best against this, it don't matter who flows\nWhen they step in my direction, we go slow they rolls\nLike (cough) cause my brain tells me go against the grain\nCause these other niggas out here all be rappin just the same\nBut I spit flames, I kick ass and take names\nFuck the boozy dames, this art should be placed in frames\nAnd hung up on the wall right next to Picasso\nI hear niggas comin down the pike not so hot so\nTash comes blazin, Loot Pack blazin\nHot enough to fry ya into California Raisins\nCause my Alkie style of rhymin is ahead of it's time\nI make words connect lovely like Coronas and lime\nSo where your rhymes at? Break em out, don't be scared, show me\nEverytime I flow I feel like y'all niggas owe me\nThe one and only from the group you can feel\nCause it's a million Alkaholiks on the Earth and that's real\n\nStop, listen, what's that sound?\nLikwid motherfuckers came to tear the house down\nUh, I'm to' down, uh, I'm to' down, uh\nI might skip this round\nStop, what's that sound?\nLikwid motherfuckers came to tear the house down\nI'm to' down y'all, I'm to' down y'all, I'm to' down\n\nWe got that rhyme elevation racin like a Madlib invasion\nCircle around your base and, bust hip-hop\nPreservation if you heard us on your station yo then you know\nThat we'll knock you out with just one touch of light\nLike a bro was on the cut slice separate ya\nYo I kick flavor, got more beats than my nigga got beeps\nOn his pager cause my flavor's like major\nRhyme patterns intertwine with the beat off time\nThen I re-Dot lines or freestyle rhyme\nMake you rewind to crate digga niggas\nAlways, flip rhyme rip, never slip my hop hips a grip\nWith the Likwidation lyrical radiation you're facin\nFake bustas freebasin, with them flows you're chasin\nLyrics lead the packway, so I can blast a\nRapper that ain't class A, get up out this fast lane\nCause you'll be feelin mass pain from bein phony\nLike when a nigga swear he know me, there will be no comprehenden\nBeen doin this so long you might as well call me a sensei\n\nRound and round I go\nThis rapper's name is J-Ro\nWack MC's don't waste your time\nLet me stick to the rhyme\nNiggas talk about scrappin when they can't scrape the grape\nThat's why I choose to stick to myself like a roll of tape\nYou don't wanna battle dog, I got a catalog\nOf rhymes, break it down to your enzymes\nBut your ass talk trash knowin your style is garb-y\nYou soft as a Barbie, hard as Terrence Trent D'Arby\nYou're the wackest MC I ever heard\nYou fly like a wingless bird it's absurd\nYou get the D-I, C-K, in your mouth, all day\nFor comin outside anyway my style's terrific many say\nYou lightweight like ashes, it's goin down like plane crashes\nAt all Alkaholik bashes\n\nStop, listen, what's that sound?\nLikwid motherfuckers came to tear the house down\nYeah, I'm to' down, I'm to' down\nI might have to miss this round\nStop, what's that sound?\nLikwid motherfuckers came to tear the house down\nI'm to' down y'all, I'm to' down y'all, I'm to' down\n\nYeah that's right West coast it's the teardown\nLikwid crew in the place, knowhatI'msayin?\nYo fuck that let me shout it out to all the homeboys coast to coast\nTurnin them forties upside down\nBig up to King Tee and Xzibit\nBig up to the whole Likwid crew\nBig up to Mobb Deep, the Def Squad, Cypress Hill\nWu-Tang, Westside Connection\nUhh, the teardown, uh, I'm to' down\nYou might have to miss this round","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Tore Down\n  artist: Tha Alkaholiks ft. Loot Pack\n  album: Likwidation\n  duration_ms: 278573\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Stop, listen, what's that sound?\n  Likwid motherfuckers came to tear the house down\n\n  Hey yo, last FreshFest we was rockin Good Times\n  This LikwidFest I be bustin out rhymes\n  When Loot Pack's on the set we'll take total control\n  Of your mind, feet, body and inner soul\n  Multiple beats that's subject to discussion\n  Wild Child sets it off after DJ Romes bring in my cuts\n  Can't understand overnight MC's that can't afford\n  To get broken with the mic whether it's with or without a cord\n  So I grabbed hip-hop right before wack MC's infect it\n  Come tack it to your forehead and slowly make you respect it\n  And then inject it, into your system\n  And when your veins start pulsatin\n  Showin you Loot Pack rocks the nation\n  I'm on the court, Wild Child rocks the fort\n  Keanu Reeves and Sinbad givin support, that gets my love\n  I'd appreciate it, y'all appreciate it then rock with us\n  Real hip-hop's not hard to spot like shoplifters\n  I flip that rhythmic, technique no gimmick\n  But when you see Loot Pack rock, watch us freak the physic\n  Yo, I must confess I'm from the West about Fresh\n  Don't try and test cause I break MC's down to they flesh\n\n  So put your best against this, it don't matter who flows\n  When they step in my direction, we go slow they rolls\n  Like (cough) cause my brain tells me go against the grain\n  Cause these other niggas out here all be rappin just the same\n  But I spit flames, I kick ass and take names\n  Fuck the boozy dames, this art should be placed in frames\n  And hung up on the wall right next to Picasso\n  I hear niggas comin down the pike not so hot so\n  Tash comes blazin, Loot Pack blazin\n  Hot enough to fry ya into California Raisins\n  Cause my Alkie style of rhymin is ahead of it's time\n  I make words connect lovely like Coronas and lime\n  So where your rhymes at? Break em out, don't be scared, show me\n  Everytime I flow I feel like y'all niggas owe me\n  The one and only from the group you can feel\n  Cause it's a million Alkaholiks on the Earth and that's real\n\n  Stop, listen, what's that sound?\n  Likwid motherfuckers came to tear the house down\n  Uh, I'm to' down, uh, I'm to' down, uh\n  I might skip this round\n  Stop, what's that sound?\n  Likwid motherfuckers came to tear the house down\n  I'm to' down y'all, I'm to' down y'all, I'm to' down\n\n  We got that rhyme elevation racin like a Madlib invasion\n  Circle around your base and, bust hip-hop\n  Preservation if you heard us on your station yo then you know\n  That we'll knock you out with just one touch of light\n  Like a bro was on the cut slice separate ya\n  Yo I kick flavor, got more beats than my nigga got beeps\n  On his pager cause my flavor's like major\n  Rhyme patterns intertwine with the beat off time\n  Then I re-Dot lines or freestyle rhyme\n  Make you rewind to crate digga niggas\n  Always, flip rhyme rip, never slip my hop hips a grip\n  With the Likwidation lyrical radiation you're facin\n  Fake bustas freebasin, with them flows you're chasin\n  Lyrics lead the packway, so I can blast a\n  Rapper that ain't class A, get up out this fast lane\n  Cause you'll be feelin mass pain from bein phony\n  Like when a nigga swear he know me, there will be no comprehenden\n  Been doin this so long you might as well call me a sensei\n\n  Round and round I go\n  This rapper's name is J-Ro\n  Wack MC's don't waste your time\n  Let me stick to the rhyme\n  Niggas talk about scrappin when they can't scrape the grape\n  That's why I choose to stick to myself like a roll of tape\n  You don't wanna battle dog, I got a catalog\n  Of rhymes, break it down to your enzymes\n  But your ass talk trash knowin your style is garb-y\n  You soft as a Barbie, hard as Terrence Trent D'Arby\n  You're the wackest MC I ever heard\n  You fly like a wingless bird it's absurd\n  You get the D-I, C-K, in your mouth, all day\n  For comin outside anyway my style's terrific many say\n  You lightweight like ashes, it's goin down like plane crashes\n  At all Alkaholik bashes\n\n  Stop, listen, what's that sound?\n  Likwid motherfuckers came to tear the house down\n  Yeah, I'm to' down, I'm to' down\n  I might have to miss this round\n  Stop, what's that sound?\n  Likwid motherfuckers came to tear the house down\n  I'm to' down y'all, I'm to' down y'all, I'm to' down\n\n  Yeah that's right West coast it's the teardown\n  Likwid crew in the place, knowhatI'msayin?\n  Yo fuck that let me shout it out to all the homeboys coast to coast\n  Turnin them forties upside down\n  Big up to King Tee and Xzibit\n  Big up to the whole Likwid crew\n  Big up to Mobb Deep, the Def Squad, Cypress Hill\n  Wu-Tang, Westside Connection\n  Uhh, the teardown, uh, I'm to' down\n  You might have to miss this round\n"}]