[{"id":3589256,"name":"Hellraiser","trackName":"Hellraiser","artistName":"The Beatnuts","albumName":"The Beatnuts","duration":190.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Intro:\n\nEs hermanos de lo que sido, amigo?\nTry to play me close and get loose\nTry to play me close and get loose\n(Damn, my ears are burning hot!)\nDamn, damn, damn, damn my ears are burning hot!\nDamn, goddamn, goddamn, damn my ears are burning hot!\nYeah, yeah, yeah,\n\nVerse One: Fashion\n\nDamn my ears are burning hot\nI think I got fakin the funk\nMotherfucks up in my spot\nThey know I'm gonna blow\nSo they press up on\nThe crew like gets dissed\nLike a fool when I'm gone\nSO GET OUT, AND LEAVE ME ALONE,\nCLOSE MY DOOR!\nI gotta whisper cause I got\nSome fuckin' ears on my floor\nThey're tryin' to catch on\nTo see who I'm givin' the hoot\nThere it is square biz\nDon't say my kids\n(Psycho Les)\nAll these phony motherfuckers wanna shake my hand\nAnd behind my back talk shit to the next man\nClick, bam, a hit to your block, you got beats, but stop!\nYour shit is wack!\n(Fashion)\nYeah, you better keep it subliminal\nCause I don't play, some say\nMy style's type criminal\nAnd we can get down, yo for real\nYeah, so whatever kid, do what you feel, sucker!\n\nChorus: repeat 4X\n\n(P. Les) Try to play me close and get ghost, sucker!\n(Fashion)Beatnuts forever, die hard motherfuckers!\n\nVerse Two: Psycho Les, Fashion\n\nYou see me and I see you\nBut you still want to act like\nYou don't see me, cool\nYears ago an A&R dissed\nOur fuckin' demos and said\nThat shit was scarred\nBITCH, YOU BIG-TIME BITCH YOUR FOAMIN'\nYOUR LABEL'S SHIT AND YOU'LL REGRET IT IN A MOMENT\nNow you eat pills, while I puff on the Phils\nAnd still, you can't comprehend your skills\n\nYou remember the time, only after I performed\nYou called my hotel door, you want to blow me like a storm\nBut Blue, no matter what you do\nYou can't trick this kid\nToo cool, I thought you knew, fool!\n\nChorus\n\nVerse Three: Fashion, Psycho Les\n\nNow I got you trapped, feelin weak and nervous\nWord up, cause I be strapped like the Secret Service\nThe cops they run me down for the guns I be wielding\nI'll murder a force to get lost between buildings\nTime to go to war, it's been a raiser, now I'ma flip\nRippin more niggaz than an axe in a horror flick\nDoin mad crime, I remember the days well\nThe demon inside of me had invited me to raise hell\n\nI don't want to have to snuff nobody\nI just drink my twenties with coke with Bacardi\nTry to play me close and get ghost, sucker!\nBeatnuts forever, die hard motherfuckers!","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.14] Intro:\n[00:01.68] Es hermanos de lo que sido, amigo?\n[00:05.65] Try to play me close and get loose\n[00:10.54] Try to play me close and get loose\n[00:11.60] (Damn, my ears are burning hot!)\n[00:14.59] Damn, damn, damn, damn my ears are burning hot!\n[00:19.62] Damn, goddamn, goddamn, damn my ears are burning hot!\n[00:23.98] Yeah, yeah, yeah,\n[00:24.95] Verse One: Fashion\n[00:25.22] Damn my ears are burning hot\n[00:27.41] I think I got fakin the funk\n[00:28.92] Motherfucks up in my spot\n[00:30.59] They know I'm gonna blow\n[00:31.87] So they press up on\n[00:33.15] The crew like gets dissed\n[00:34.24] Like a fool when I'm gone\n[00:35.41] SO GET OUT, AND LEAVE ME ALONE,\n[00:37.15] CLOSE MY DOOR!\n[00:38.00] I gotta whisper cause I got\n[00:39.18] Some fuckin' ears on my floor\n[00:40.56] They're tryin' to catch on\n[00:41.88] To see who I'm givin' the hoot\n[00:43.14] There it is square biz\n[00:44.78] Don't say my kids\n[00:45.62] (Psycho Les)\n[00:45.95] All these phony motherfuckers wanna shake my hand\n[00:48.06] And behind my back talk shit to the next man\n[00:51.01] Click, bam, a hit to your block, you got beats, but stop!\n[00:54.65] Your shit is wack!\n[00:56.45] (Fashion)\n[00:56.73] Yeah, you better keep it subliminal\n[00:58.28] Cause I don't play, some say\n[00:59.84] My style's type criminal\n[01:01.09] And we can get down, yo for real\n[01:02.62] Yeah, so whatever kid, do what you feel, sucker!\n[01:06.54] Chorus: repeat 4X\n[01:07.18] (P. Les) Try to play me close and get ghost, sucker!\n[01:08.55] (Fashion)Beatnuts forever, die hard motherfuckers!\n[01:25.33] Verse Two: Psycho Les, Fashion\n[01:26.93] You see me and I see you\n[01:28.68] But you still want to act like\n[01:30.15] You don't see me, cool\n[01:31.65] Years ago an A&R dissed\n[01:33.97] Our fuckin' demos and said\n[01:35.32] That shit was scarred\n[01:36.51] BITCH, YOU BIG-TIME BITCH YOUR FOAMIN'\n[01:38.61] YOUR LABEL'S SHIT AND YOU'LL REGRET IT IN A MOMENT\n[01:41.24] Now you eat pills, while I puff on the Phils\n[01:43.56] And still, you can't comprehend your skills\n[01:46.12] You remember the time, only after I performed\n[01:48.62] You called my hotel door, you want to blow me like a storm\n[01:51.33] But Blue, no matter what you do\n[01:53.41] You can't trick this kid\n[01:54.57] Too cool, I thought you knew, fool!\n[01:56.52] Chorus\n[02:16.64] Verse Three: Fashion, Psycho Les\n[02:17.33] Now I got you trapped, feelin weak and nervous\n[02:19.38] Word up, cause I be strapped like the Secret Service\n[02:21.96] The cops they run me down for the guns I be wielding\n[02:24.70] I'll murder a force to get lost between buildings\n[02:27.04] Time to go to war, it's been a raiser, now I'ma flip\n[02:29.79] Rippin more niggaz than an axe in a horror flick\n[02:32.37] Doin mad crime, I remember the days well\n[02:34.78] The demon inside of me had invited me to raise hell\n[02:37.48] I don't want to have to snuff nobody\n[02:39.61] I just drink my twenties with coke with Bacardi\n[02:42.23] Try to play me close and get ghost, sucker!\n[02:45.07] Beatnuts forever, die hard motherfuckers!\n[02:47.66] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Hellraiser\n artist: The Beatnuts\n album: The Beatnuts\n duration_ms: 190000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: 'Intro:'\n start_ms: 1140\n end_ms: 1680\n- text: Es hermanos de lo que sido, amigo?\n start_ms: 1680\n end_ms: 5650\n- text: Try to play me close and get loose\n start_ms: 5650\n end_ms: 10540\n- text: Try to play me close and get loose\n start_ms: 10540\n end_ms: 11600\n- text: (Damn, my ears are burning hot!)\n start_ms: 11600\n end_ms: 14590\n- text: Damn, damn, damn, damn my ears are burning hot!\n start_ms: 14590\n end_ms: 19620\n- text: Damn, goddamn, goddamn, damn my ears are burning hot!\n start_ms: 19620\n end_ms: 23980\n- text: Yeah, yeah, yeah,\n start_ms: 23980\n end_ms: 24950\n- text: 'Verse One: Fashion'\n start_ms: 24950\n end_ms: 25220\n- text: Damn my ears are burning hot\n start_ms: 25220\n end_ms: 27410\n- text: I think I got fakin the funk\n start_ms: 27410\n end_ms: 28920\n- text: Motherfucks up in my spot\n start_ms: 28920\n end_ms: 30590\n- text: They know I'm gonna blow\n start_ms: 30590\n end_ms: 31870\n- text: So they press up on\n start_ms: 31870\n end_ms: 33150\n- text: The crew like gets dissed\n start_ms: 33150\n end_ms: 34240\n- text: Like a fool when I'm gone\n start_ms: 34240\n end_ms: 35410\n- text: SO GET OUT, AND LEAVE ME ALONE,\n start_ms: 35410\n end_ms: 37150\n- text: CLOSE MY DOOR!\n start_ms: 37150\n end_ms: 38000\n- text: I gotta whisper cause I got\n start_ms: 38000\n end_ms: 39180\n- text: Some fuckin' ears on my floor\n start_ms: 39180\n end_ms: 40560\n- text: They're tryin' to catch on\n start_ms: 40560\n end_ms: 41880\n- text: To see who I'm givin' the hoot\n start_ms: 41880\n end_ms: 43140\n- text: There it is square biz\n start_ms: 43140\n end_ms: 44780\n- text: Don't say my kids\n start_ms: 44780\n end_ms: 45620\n- text: (Psycho Les)\n start_ms: 45620\n end_ms: 45950\n- text: All these phony motherfuckers wanna shake my hand\n start_ms: 45950\n end_ms: 48060\n- text: And behind my back talk shit to the next man\n start_ms: 48060\n end_ms: 51010\n- text: Click, bam, a hit to your block, you got beats, but stop!\n start_ms: 51010\n end_ms: 54650\n- text: Your shit is wack!\n start_ms: 54650\n end_ms: 56450\n- text: (Fashion)\n start_ms: 56450\n end_ms: 56730\n- text: Yeah, you better keep it subliminal\n start_ms: 56730\n end_ms: 58280\n- text: Cause I don't play, some say\n start_ms: 58280\n end_ms: 59840\n- text: My style's type criminal\n start_ms: 59840\n end_ms: 61090\n- text: And we can get down, yo for real\n start_ms: 61090\n end_ms: 62620\n- text: Yeah, so whatever kid, do what you feel, sucker!\n start_ms: 62620\n end_ms: 66540\n- text: 'Chorus: repeat 4X'\n start_ms: 66540\n end_ms: 67180\n- text: (P. 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Les) Try to play me close and get ghost, sucker!\n (Fashion)Beatnuts forever, die hard motherfuckers!\n\n Verse Two: Psycho Les, Fashion\n\n You see me and I see you\n But you still want to act like\n You don't see me, cool\n Years ago an A&R dissed\n Our fuckin' demos and said\n That shit was scarred\n BITCH, YOU BIG-TIME BITCH YOUR FOAMIN'\n YOUR LABEL'S SHIT AND YOU'LL REGRET IT IN A MOMENT\n Now you eat pills, while I puff on the Phils\n And still, you can't comprehend your skills\n\n You remember the time, only after I performed\n You called my hotel door, you want to blow me like a storm\n But Blue, no matter what you do\n You can't trick this kid\n Too cool, I thought you knew, fool!\n\n Chorus\n\n Verse Three: Fashion, Psycho Les\n\n Now I got you trapped, feelin weak and nervous\n Word up, cause I be strapped like the Secret Service\n The cops they run me down for the guns I be wielding\n I'll murder a force to get lost between buildings\n Time to go to war, it's been a raiser, now I'ma flip\n Rippin more niggaz than an axe in a horror flick\n Doin mad crime, I remember the days well\n The demon inside of me had invited me to raise hell\n\n I don't want to have to snuff nobody\n I just drink my twenties with coke with Bacardi\n Try to play me close and get ghost, sucker!\n Beatnuts forever, die hard motherfuckers!\n"},{"id":3589255,"name":"Hellraiser","trackName":"Hellraiser","artistName":"The Beatnuts","albumName":"Street Level","duration":190.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Intro:\n\nEs hermanos de lo que sido, amigo?\nTry to play me close and get loose\nTry to play me close and get loose\n(Damn, my ears are burning hot!)\nDamn, damn, damn, damn my ears are burning hot!\nDamn, goddamn, goddamn, damn my ears are burning hot!\nYeah, yeah, yeah,\n\nVerse One: Fashion\n\nDamn my ears are burning hot\nI think I got fakin the funk\nMotherfucks up in my spot\nThey know I'm gonna blow\nSo they press up on\nThe crew like gets dissed\nLike a fool when I'm gone\nSO GET OUT, AND LEAVE ME ALONE,\nCLOSE MY DOOR!\nI gotta whisper cause I got\nSome fuckin' ears on my floor\nThey're tryin' to catch on\nTo see who I'm givin' the hoot\nThere it is square biz\nDon't say my kids\n(Psycho Les)\nAll these phony motherfuckers wanna shake my hand\nAnd behind my back talk shit to the next man\nClick, bam, a hit to your block, you got beats, but stop!\nYour shit is wack!\n(Fashion)\nYeah, you better keep it subliminal\nCause I don't play, some say\nMy style's type criminal\nAnd we can get down, yo for real\nYeah, so whatever kid, do what you feel, sucker!\n\nChorus: repeat 4X\n\n(P. Les) Try to play me close and get ghost, sucker!\n(Fashion)Beatnuts forever, die hard motherfuckers!\n\nVerse Two: Psycho Les, Fashion\n\nYou see me and I see you\nBut you still want to act like\nYou don't see me, cool\nYears ago an A&R dissed\nOur fuckin' demos and said\nThat shit was scarred\nBITCH, YOU BIG-TIME BITCH YOUR FOAMIN'\nYOUR LABEL'S SHIT AND YOU'LL REGRET IT IN A MOMENT\nNow you eat pills, while I puff on the Phils\nAnd still, you can't comprehend your skills\n\nYou remember the time, only after I performed\nYou called my hotel door, you want to blow me like a storm\nBut Blue, no matter what you do\nYou can't trick this kid\nToo cool, I thought you knew, fool!\n\nChorus\n\nVerse Three: Fashion, Psycho Les\n\nNow I got you trapped, feelin weak and nervous\nWord up, cause I be strapped like the Secret Service\nThe cops they run me down for the guns I be wielding\nI'll murder a force to get lost between buildings\nTime to go to war, it's been a raiser, now I'ma flip\nRippin more niggaz than an axe in a horror flick\nDoin mad crime, I remember the days well\nThe demon inside of me had invited me to raise hell\n\nI don't want to have to snuff nobody\nI just drink my twenties with coke with Bacardi\nTry to play me close and get ghost, sucker!\nBeatnuts forever, die hard motherfuckers!","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.14] Intro:\n[00:01.68] Es hermanos de lo que sido, amigo?\n[00:05.65] Try to play me close and get loose\n[00:10.54] Try to play me close and get loose\n[00:11.60] (Damn, my ears are burning hot!)\n[00:14.59] Damn, damn, damn, damn my ears are burning hot!\n[00:19.62] Damn, goddamn, goddamn, damn my ears are burning hot!\n[00:23.98] Yeah, yeah, yeah,\n[00:24.95] Verse One: Fashion\n[00:25.22] Damn my ears are burning hot\n[00:27.41] I think I got fakin the funk\n[00:28.92] Motherfucks up in my spot\n[00:30.59] They know I'm gonna blow\n[00:31.87] So they press up on\n[00:33.15] The crew like gets dissed\n[00:34.24] Like a fool when I'm gone\n[00:35.41] SO GET OUT, AND LEAVE ME ALONE,\n[00:37.15] CLOSE MY DOOR!\n[00:38.00] I gotta whisper cause I got\n[00:39.18] Some fuckin' ears on my floor\n[00:40.56] They're tryin' to catch on\n[00:41.88] To see who I'm givin' the hoot\n[00:43.14] There it is square biz\n[00:44.78] Don't say my kids\n[00:45.62] (Psycho Les)\n[00:45.95] All these phony motherfuckers wanna shake my hand\n[00:48.06] And behind my back talk shit to the next man\n[00:51.01] Click, bam, a hit to your block, you got beats, but stop!\n[00:54.65] Your shit is wack!\n[00:56.45] (Fashion)\n[00:56.73] Yeah, you better keep it subliminal\n[00:58.28] Cause I don't play, some say\n[00:59.84] My style's type criminal\n[01:01.09] And we can get down, yo for real\n[01:02.62] Yeah, so whatever kid, do what you feel, sucker!\n[01:06.54] Chorus: repeat 4X\n[01:07.18] (P. Les) Try to play me close and get ghost, sucker!\n[01:08.55] (Fashion)Beatnuts forever, die hard motherfuckers!\n[01:25.33] Verse Two: Psycho Les, Fashion\n[01:26.93] You see me and I see you\n[01:28.68] But you still want to act like\n[01:30.15] You don't see me, cool\n[01:31.65] Years ago an A&R dissed\n[01:33.97] Our fuckin' demos and said\n[01:35.32] That shit was scarred\n[01:36.51] BITCH, YOU BIG-TIME BITCH YOUR FOAMIN'\n[01:38.61] YOUR LABEL'S SHIT AND YOU'LL REGRET IT IN A MOMENT\n[01:41.24] Now you eat pills, while I puff on the Phils\n[01:43.56] And still, you can't comprehend your skills\n[01:46.12] You remember the time, only after I performed\n[01:48.62] You called my hotel door, you want to blow me like a storm\n[01:51.33] But Blue, no matter what you do\n[01:53.41] You can't trick this kid\n[01:54.57] Too cool, I thought you knew, fool!\n[01:56.52] Chorus\n[02:16.64] Verse Three: Fashion, Psycho Les\n[02:17.33] Now I got you trapped, feelin weak and nervous\n[02:19.38] Word up, cause I be strapped like the Secret Service\n[02:21.96] The cops they run me down for the guns I be wielding\n[02:24.70] I'll murder a force to get lost between buildings\n[02:27.04] Time to go to war, it's been a raiser, now I'ma flip\n[02:29.79] Rippin more niggaz than an axe in a horror flick\n[02:32.37] Doin mad crime, I remember the days well\n[02:34.78] The demon inside of me had invited me to raise hell\n[02:37.48] I don't want to have to snuff nobody\n[02:39.61] I just drink my twenties with coke with Bacardi\n[02:42.23] Try to play me close and get ghost, sucker!\n[02:45.07] Beatnuts forever, die hard motherfuckers!\n[02:47.66] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Hellraiser\n artist: The Beatnuts\n album: Street Level\n duration_ms: 190000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: 'Intro:'\n start_ms: 1140\n end_ms: 1680\n- text: Es hermanos de lo que sido, amigo?\n start_ms: 1680\n end_ms: 5650\n- text: Try to play me close and get loose\n start_ms: 5650\n end_ms: 10540\n- text: Try to play me close and get loose\n start_ms: 10540\n end_ms: 11600\n- text: (Damn, my ears are burning hot!)\n start_ms: 11600\n end_ms: 14590\n- text: Damn, damn, damn, damn my ears are burning hot!\n start_ms: 14590\n end_ms: 19620\n- text: Damn, goddamn, goddamn, damn my ears are burning hot!\n start_ms: 19620\n end_ms: 23980\n- text: Yeah, yeah, yeah,\n start_ms: 23980\n end_ms: 24950\n- text: 'Verse One: Fashion'\n start_ms: 24950\n end_ms: 25220\n- text: Damn my ears are burning hot\n start_ms: 25220\n end_ms: 27410\n- text: I think I got fakin the funk\n start_ms: 27410\n end_ms: 28920\n- text: Motherfucks up in my spot\n start_ms: 28920\n end_ms: 30590\n- text: They know I'm gonna blow\n start_ms: 30590\n end_ms: 31870\n- text: So they press up on\n start_ms: 31870\n end_ms: 33150\n- text: The crew like gets dissed\n start_ms: 33150\n end_ms: 34240\n- text: Like a fool when I'm gone\n start_ms: 34240\n end_ms: 35410\n- text: SO GET OUT, AND LEAVE ME ALONE,\n start_ms: 35410\n end_ms: 37150\n- text: CLOSE MY DOOR!\n start_ms: 37150\n end_ms: 38000\n- text: I gotta whisper cause I got\n start_ms: 38000\n end_ms: 39180\n- text: Some fuckin' ears on my floor\n start_ms: 39180\n end_ms: 40560\n- text: They're tryin' to catch on\n start_ms: 40560\n end_ms: 41880\n- text: To see who I'm givin' the hoot\n start_ms: 41880\n end_ms: 43140\n- text: There it is square biz\n start_ms: 43140\n end_ms: 44780\n- text: Don't say my kids\n start_ms: 44780\n end_ms: 45620\n- text: (Psycho Les)\n start_ms: 45620\n end_ms: 45950\n- text: All these phony motherfuckers wanna shake my hand\n start_ms: 45950\n end_ms: 48060\n- text: And behind my back talk shit to the next man\n start_ms: 48060\n end_ms: 51010\n- text: Click, bam, a hit to your block, you got beats, but stop!\n start_ms: 51010\n end_ms: 54650\n- text: Your shit is wack!\n start_ms: 54650\n end_ms: 56450\n- text: (Fashion)\n start_ms: 56450\n end_ms: 56730\n- text: Yeah, you better keep it subliminal\n start_ms: 56730\n end_ms: 58280\n- text: Cause I don't play, some say\n start_ms: 58280\n end_ms: 59840\n- text: My style's type criminal\n start_ms: 59840\n end_ms: 61090\n- text: And we can get down, yo for real\n start_ms: 61090\n end_ms: 62620\n- text: Yeah, so whatever kid, do what you feel, sucker!\n start_ms: 62620\n end_ms: 66540\n- text: 'Chorus: repeat 4X'\n start_ms: 66540\n end_ms: 67180\n- text: (P. 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Les) Try to play me close and get ghost, sucker!\n (Fashion)Beatnuts forever, die hard motherfuckers!\n\n Verse Two: Psycho Les, Fashion\n\n You see me and I see you\n But you still want to act like\n You don't see me, cool\n Years ago an A&R dissed\n Our fuckin' demos and said\n That shit was scarred\n BITCH, YOU BIG-TIME BITCH YOUR FOAMIN'\n YOUR LABEL'S SHIT AND YOU'LL REGRET IT IN A MOMENT\n Now you eat pills, while I puff on the Phils\n And still, you can't comprehend your skills\n\n You remember the time, only after I performed\n You called my hotel door, you want to blow me like a storm\n But Blue, no matter what you do\n You can't trick this kid\n Too cool, I thought you knew, fool!\n\n Chorus\n\n Verse Three: Fashion, Psycho Les\n\n Now I got you trapped, feelin weak and nervous\n Word up, cause I be strapped like the Secret Service\n The cops they run me down for the guns I be wielding\n I'll murder a force to get lost between buildings\n Time to go to war, it's been a raiser, now I'ma flip\n Rippin more niggaz than an axe in a horror flick\n Doin mad crime, I remember the days well\n The demon inside of me had invited me to raise hell\n\n I don't want to have to snuff nobody\n I just drink my twenties with coke with Bacardi\n Try to play me close and get ghost, sucker!\n Beatnuts forever, die hard motherfuckers!\n"},{"id":31742560,"name":"Hellraiser","trackName":"Hellraiser","artistName":"The Beatnuts","albumName":"Street Level","duration":220.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Intro:\n\nEs hermanos de lo que sido, amigo?\nTry to play me close and get loose\nTry to play me close and get loose\n(Damn, my ears are burning hot!)\nDamn, damn, damn, damn my ears are burning hot!\nDamn, goddamn, goddamn, damn my ears are burning hot!\nYeah, yeah, yeah,\n\nVerse One: Fashion\n\nDamn my ears are burning hot\nI think I got fakin the funk\nMotherfucks up in my spot\nThey know I'm gonna blow\nSo they press up on\nThe crew like gets dissed\nLike a fool when I'm gone\nSO GET OUT, AND LEAVE ME ALONE,\nCLOSE MY DOOR!\nI gotta whisper cause I got\nSome fuckin' ears on my floor\nThey're tryin' to catch on\nTo see who I'm givin' the hoot\nThere it is square biz\nDon't say my kids\n(Psycho Les)\nAll these phony motherfuckers wanna shake my hand\nAnd behind my back talk shit to the next man\nClick, bam, a hit to your block, you got beats, but stop!\nYour shit is wack!\n(Fashion)\nYeah, you better keep it subliminal\nCause I don't play, some say\nMy style's type criminal\nAnd we can get down, yo for real\nYeah, so whatever kid, do what you feel, sucker!\n\nChorus: repeat 4X\n\n(P. Les) Try to play me close and get ghost, sucker!\n(Fashion)Beatnuts forever, die hard motherfuckers!\n\nVerse Two: Psycho Les, Fashion\n\nYou see me and I see you\nBut you still want to act like\nYou don't see me, cool\nYears ago an A&R dissed\nOur fuckin' demos and said\nThat shit was scarred\nBITCH, YOU BIG-TIME BITCH YOUR FOAMIN'\nYOUR LABEL'S SHIT AND YOU'LL REGRET IT IN A MOMENT\nNow you eat pills, while I puff on the Phils\nAnd still, you can't comprehend your skills\n\nYou remember the time, only after I performed\nYou called my hotel door, you want to blow me like a storm\nBut Blue, no matter what you do\nYou can't trick this kid\nToo cool, I thought you knew, fool!\n\nChorus\n\nVerse Three: Fashion, Psycho Les\n\nNow I got you trapped, feelin weak and nervous\nWord up, cause I be strapped like the Secret Service\nThe cops they run me down for the guns I be wielding\nI'll murder a force to get lost between buildings\nTime to go to war, it's been a raiser, now I'ma flip\nRippin more niggaz than an axe in a horror flick\nDoin mad crime, I remember the days well\nThe demon inside of me had invited me to raise hell\n\nI don't want to have to snuff nobody\nI just drink my twenties with coke with Bacardi\nTry to play me close and get ghost, sucker!\nBeatnuts forever, die hard motherfuckers!","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.14] Intro:\n[00:01.68] Es hermanos de lo que sido, amigo?\n[00:05.65] Try to play me close and get loose\n[00:10.54] Try to play me close and get loose\n[00:11.60] (Damn, my ears are burning hot!)\n[00:14.59] Damn, damn, damn, damn my ears are burning hot!\n[00:19.62] Damn, goddamn, goddamn, damn my ears are burning hot!\n[00:23.98] Yeah, yeah, yeah,\n[00:24.95] Verse One: Fashion\n[00:25.22] Damn my ears are burning hot\n[00:27.41] I think I got fakin the funk\n[00:28.92] Motherfucks up in my spot\n[00:30.59] They know I'm gonna blow\n[00:31.87] So they press up on\n[00:33.15] The crew like gets dissed\n[00:34.24] Like a fool when I'm gone\n[00:35.41] SO GET OUT, AND LEAVE ME ALONE,\n[00:37.15] CLOSE MY DOOR!\n[00:38.00] I gotta whisper cause I got\n[00:39.18] Some fuckin' ears on my floor\n[00:40.56] They're tryin' to catch on\n[00:41.88] To see who I'm givin' the hoot\n[00:43.14] There it is square biz\n[00:44.78] Don't say my kids\n[00:45.62] (Psycho Les)\n[00:45.95] All these phony motherfuckers wanna shake my hand\n[00:48.06] And behind my back talk shit to the next man\n[00:51.01] Click, bam, a hit to your block, you got beats, but stop!\n[00:54.65] Your shit is wack!\n[00:56.45] (Fashion)\n[00:56.73] Yeah, you better keep it subliminal\n[00:58.28] Cause I don't play, some say\n[00:59.84] My style's type criminal\n[01:01.09] And we can get down, yo for real\n[01:02.62] Yeah, so whatever kid, do what you feel, sucker!\n[01:06.54] Chorus: repeat 4X\n[01:07.18] (P. Les) Try to play me close and get ghost, sucker!\n[01:08.55] (Fashion)Beatnuts forever, die hard motherfuckers!\n[01:25.33] Verse Two: Psycho Les, Fashion\n[01:26.93] You see me and I see you\n[01:28.68] But you still want to act like\n[01:30.15] You don't see me, cool\n[01:31.65] Years ago an A&R dissed\n[01:33.97] Our fuckin' demos and said\n[01:35.32] That shit was scarred\n[01:36.51] BITCH, YOU BIG-TIME BITCH YOUR FOAMIN'\n[01:38.61] YOUR LABEL'S SHIT AND YOU'LL REGRET IT IN A MOMENT\n[01:41.24] Now you eat pills, while I puff on the Phils\n[01:43.56] And still, you can't comprehend your skills\n[01:46.12] You remember the time, only after I performed\n[01:48.62] You called my hotel door, you want to blow me like a storm\n[01:51.33] But Blue, no matter what you do\n[01:53.41] You can't trick this kid\n[01:54.57] Too cool, I thought you knew, fool!\n[01:56.52] Chorus\n[02:16.64] Verse Three: Fashion, Psycho Les\n[02:17.33] Now I got you trapped, feelin weak and nervous\n[02:19.38] Word up, cause I be strapped like the Secret Service\n[02:21.96] The cops they run me down for the guns I be wielding\n[02:24.70] I'll murder a force to get lost between buildings\n[02:27.04] Time to go to war, it's been a raiser, now I'ma flip\n[02:29.79] Rippin more niggaz than an axe in a horror flick\n[02:32.37] Doin mad crime, I remember the days well\n[02:34.78] The demon inside of me had invited me to raise hell\n[02:37.48] I don't want to have to snuff nobody\n[02:39.61] I just drink my twenties with coke with Bacardi\n[02:42.23] Try to play me close and get ghost, sucker!\n[02:45.07] Beatnuts forever, die hard motherfuckers!\n[02:47.66] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Hellraiser\n artist: The Beatnuts\n album: Street Level\n duration_ms: 220000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: 'Intro:'\n start_ms: 1140\n end_ms: 1680\n- text: Es hermanos de lo que sido, amigo?\n start_ms: 1680\n end_ms: 5650\n- text: Try to play me close and get loose\n start_ms: 5650\n end_ms: 10540\n- text: Try to play me close and get loose\n start_ms: 10540\n end_ms: 11600\n- text: (Damn, my ears are burning hot!)\n start_ms: 11600\n end_ms: 14590\n- text: Damn, damn, damn, damn my ears are burning hot!\n start_ms: 14590\n end_ms: 19620\n- text: Damn, goddamn, goddamn, damn my ears are burning hot!\n start_ms: 19620\n end_ms: 23980\n- text: Yeah, yeah, yeah,\n start_ms: 23980\n end_ms: 24950\n- text: 'Verse One: Fashion'\n start_ms: 24950\n end_ms: 25220\n- text: Damn my ears are burning hot\n start_ms: 25220\n end_ms: 27410\n- text: I think I got fakin the funk\n start_ms: 27410\n end_ms: 28920\n- text: Motherfucks up in my spot\n start_ms: 28920\n end_ms: 30590\n- text: They know I'm gonna blow\n start_ms: 30590\n end_ms: 31870\n- text: So they press up on\n start_ms: 31870\n end_ms: 33150\n- text: The crew like gets dissed\n start_ms: 33150\n end_ms: 34240\n- text: Like a fool when I'm gone\n start_ms: 34240\n end_ms: 35410\n- text: SO GET OUT, AND LEAVE ME ALONE,\n start_ms: 35410\n end_ms: 37150\n- text: CLOSE MY DOOR!\n start_ms: 37150\n end_ms: 38000\n- text: I gotta whisper cause I got\n start_ms: 38000\n end_ms: 39180\n- text: Some fuckin' ears on my floor\n start_ms: 39180\n end_ms: 40560\n- text: They're tryin' to catch on\n start_ms: 40560\n end_ms: 41880\n- text: To see who I'm givin' the hoot\n start_ms: 41880\n end_ms: 43140\n- text: There it is square biz\n start_ms: 43140\n end_ms: 44780\n- text: Don't say my kids\n start_ms: 44780\n end_ms: 45620\n- text: (Psycho Les)\n start_ms: 45620\n end_ms: 45950\n- text: All these phony motherfuckers wanna shake my hand\n start_ms: 45950\n end_ms: 48060\n- text: And behind my back talk shit to the next man\n start_ms: 48060\n end_ms: 51010\n- text: Click, bam, a hit to your block, you got beats, but stop!\n start_ms: 51010\n end_ms: 54650\n- text: Your shit is wack!\n start_ms: 54650\n end_ms: 56450\n- text: (Fashion)\n start_ms: 56450\n end_ms: 56730\n- text: Yeah, you better keep it subliminal\n start_ms: 56730\n end_ms: 58280\n- text: Cause I don't play, some say\n start_ms: 58280\n end_ms: 59840\n- text: My style's type criminal\n start_ms: 59840\n end_ms: 61090\n- text: And we can get down, yo for real\n start_ms: 61090\n end_ms: 62620\n- text: Yeah, so whatever kid, do what you feel, sucker!\n start_ms: 62620\n end_ms: 66540\n- text: 'Chorus: repeat 4X'\n start_ms: 66540\n end_ms: 67180\n- text: (P. 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Les) Try to play me close and get ghost, sucker!\n (Fashion)Beatnuts forever, die hard motherfuckers!\n\n Verse Two: Psycho Les, Fashion\n\n You see me and I see you\n But you still want to act like\n You don't see me, cool\n Years ago an A&R dissed\n Our fuckin' demos and said\n That shit was scarred\n BITCH, YOU BIG-TIME BITCH YOUR FOAMIN'\n YOUR LABEL'S SHIT AND YOU'LL REGRET IT IN A MOMENT\n Now you eat pills, while I puff on the Phils\n And still, you can't comprehend your skills\n\n You remember the time, only after I performed\n You called my hotel door, you want to blow me like a storm\n But Blue, no matter what you do\n You can't trick this kid\n Too cool, I thought you knew, fool!\n\n Chorus\n\n Verse Three: Fashion, Psycho Les\n\n Now I got you trapped, feelin weak and nervous\n Word up, cause I be strapped like the Secret Service\n The cops they run me down for the guns I be wielding\n I'll murder a force to get lost between buildings\n Time to go to war, it's been a raiser, now I'ma flip\n Rippin more niggaz than an axe in a horror flick\n Doin mad crime, I remember the days well\n The demon inside of me had invited me to raise hell\n\n I don't want to have to snuff nobody\n I just drink my twenties with coke with Bacardi\n Try to play me close and get ghost, sucker!\n Beatnuts forever, die hard motherfuckers!\n"},{"id":36995142,"name":"04 Hellraiser","trackName":"04 Hellraiser","artistName":"The Beatnuts","albumName":"Street Level","duration":189.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Intro:\n\nEs hermanos de lo que sido, amigo?\nTry to play me close and get loose\nTry to play me close and get loose\n(Damn, my ears are burning hot!)\nDamn, damn, damn, damn my ears are burning hot!\nDamn, goddamn, goddamn, damn my ears are burning hot!\nYeah, yeah, yeah,\n\nVerse One: Fashion\n\nDamn my ears are burning hot\nI think I got fakin the funk\nMotherfucks up in my spot\nThey know I'm gonna blow\nSo they press up on\nThe crew like gets dissed\nLike a fool when I'm gone\nSO GET OUT, AND LEAVE ME ALONE,\nCLOSE MY DOOR!\nI gotta whisper cause I got\nSome fuckin' ears on my floor\nThey're tryin' to catch on\nTo see who I'm givin' the hoot\nThere it is square biz\nDon't say my kids\n(Psycho Les)\nAll these phony motherfuckers wanna shake my hand\nAnd behind my back talk shit to the next man\nClick, bam, a hit to your block, you got beats, but stop!\nYour shit is wack!\n(Fashion)\nYeah, you better keep it subliminal\nCause I don't play, some say\nMy style's type criminal\nAnd we can get down, yo for real\nYeah, so whatever kid, do what you feel, sucker!\n\nChorus: repeat 4X\n\n(P. Les) Try to play me close and get ghost, sucker!\n(Fashion)Beatnuts forever, die hard motherfuckers!\n\nVerse Two: Psycho Les, Fashion\n\nYou see me and I see you\nBut you still want to act like\nYou don't see me, cool\nYears ago an A&R dissed\nOur fuckin' demos and said\nThat shit was scarred\nBITCH, YOU BIG-TIME BITCH YOUR FOAMIN'\nYOUR LABEL'S SHIT AND YOU'LL REGRET IT IN A MOMENT\nNow you eat pills, while I puff on the Phils\nAnd still, you can't comprehend your skills\n\nYou remember the time, only after I performed\nYou called my hotel door, you want to blow me like a storm\nBut Blue, no matter what you do\nYou can't trick this kid\nToo cool, I thought you knew, fool!\n\nChorus\n\nVerse Three: Fashion, Psycho Les\n\nNow I got you trapped, feelin weak and nervous\nWord up, cause I be strapped like the Secret Service\nThe cops they run me down for the guns I be wielding\nI'll murder a force to get lost between buildings\nTime to go to war, it's been a raiser, now I'ma flip\nRippin more niggaz than an axe in a horror flick\nDoin mad crime, I remember the days well\nThe demon inside of me had invited me to raise hell\n\nI don't want to have to snuff nobody\nI just drink my twenties with coke with Bacardi\nTry to play me close and get ghost, sucker!\nBeatnuts forever, die hard motherfuckers!","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.14] Intro:\n[00:01.68] Es hermanos de lo que sido, amigo?\n[00:05.65] Try to play me close and get loose\n[00:10.54] Try to play me close and get loose\n[00:11.60] (Damn, my ears are burning hot!)\n[00:14.59] Damn, damn, damn, damn my ears are burning hot!\n[00:19.62] Damn, goddamn, goddamn, damn my ears are burning hot!\n[00:23.98] Yeah, yeah, yeah,\n[00:24.95] Verse One: Fashion\n[00:25.22] Damn my ears are burning hot\n[00:27.41] I think I got fakin the funk\n[00:28.92] Motherfucks up in my spot\n[00:30.59] They know I'm gonna blow\n[00:31.87] So they press up on\n[00:33.15] The crew like gets dissed\n[00:34.24] Like a fool when I'm gone\n[00:35.41] SO GET OUT, AND LEAVE ME ALONE,\n[00:37.15] CLOSE MY DOOR!\n[00:38.00] I gotta whisper cause I got\n[00:39.18] Some fuckin' ears on my floor\n[00:40.56] They're tryin' to catch on\n[00:41.88] To see who I'm givin' the hoot\n[00:43.14] There it is square biz\n[00:44.78] Don't say my kids\n[00:45.62] (Psycho Les)\n[00:45.95] All these phony motherfuckers wanna shake my hand\n[00:48.06] And behind my back talk shit to the next man\n[00:51.01] Click, bam, a hit to your block, you got beats, but stop!\n[00:54.65] Your shit is wack!\n[00:56.45] (Fashion)\n[00:56.73] Yeah, you better keep it subliminal\n[00:58.28] Cause I don't play, some say\n[00:59.84] My style's type criminal\n[01:01.09] And we can get down, yo for real\n[01:02.62] Yeah, so whatever kid, do what you feel, sucker!\n[01:06.54] Chorus: repeat 4X\n[01:07.18] (P. Les) Try to play me close and get ghost, sucker!\n[01:08.55] (Fashion)Beatnuts forever, die hard motherfuckers!\n[01:25.33] Verse Two: Psycho Les, Fashion\n[01:26.93] You see me and I see you\n[01:28.68] But you still want to act like\n[01:30.15] You don't see me, cool\n[01:31.65] Years ago an A&R dissed\n[01:33.97] Our fuckin' demos and said\n[01:35.32] That shit was scarred\n[01:36.51] BITCH, YOU BIG-TIME BITCH YOUR FOAMIN'\n[01:38.61] YOUR LABEL'S SHIT AND YOU'LL REGRET IT IN A MOMENT\n[01:41.24] Now you eat pills, while I puff on the Phils\n[01:43.56] And still, you can't comprehend your skills\n[01:46.12] You remember the time, only after I performed\n[01:48.62] You called my hotel door, you want to blow me like a storm\n[01:51.33] But Blue, no matter what you do\n[01:53.41] You can't trick this kid\n[01:54.57] Too cool, I thought you knew, fool!\n[01:56.52] Chorus\n[02:16.64] Verse Three: Fashion, Psycho Les\n[02:17.33] Now I got you trapped, feelin weak and nervous\n[02:19.38] Word up, cause I be strapped like the Secret Service\n[02:21.96] The cops they run me down for the guns I be wielding\n[02:24.70] I'll murder a force to get lost between buildings\n[02:27.04] Time to go to war, it's been a raiser, now I'ma flip\n[02:29.79] Rippin more niggaz than an axe in a horror flick\n[02:32.37] Doin mad crime, I remember the days well\n[02:34.78] The demon inside of me had invited me to raise hell\n[02:37.48] I don't want to have to snuff nobody\n[02:39.61] I just drink my twenties with coke with Bacardi\n[02:42.23] Try to play me close and get ghost, sucker!\n[02:45.07] Beatnuts forever, die hard motherfuckers!\n[02:47.66] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: 04 Hellraiser\n artist: The Beatnuts\n album: Street Level\n duration_ms: 189000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: 'Intro:'\n start_ms: 1140\n end_ms: 1680\n- text: Es hermanos de lo que sido, amigo?\n start_ms: 1680\n end_ms: 5650\n- text: Try to play me close and get loose\n start_ms: 5650\n end_ms: 10540\n- text: Try to play me close and get loose\n start_ms: 10540\n end_ms: 11600\n- text: (Damn, my ears are burning hot!)\n start_ms: 11600\n end_ms: 14590\n- text: Damn, damn, damn, damn my ears are burning hot!\n start_ms: 14590\n end_ms: 19620\n- text: Damn, goddamn, goddamn, damn my ears are burning hot!\n start_ms: 19620\n end_ms: 23980\n- text: Yeah, yeah, yeah,\n start_ms: 23980\n end_ms: 24950\n- text: 'Verse One: Fashion'\n start_ms: 24950\n end_ms: 25220\n- text: Damn my ears are burning hot\n start_ms: 25220\n end_ms: 27410\n- text: I think I got fakin the funk\n start_ms: 27410\n end_ms: 28920\n- text: Motherfucks up in my spot\n start_ms: 28920\n end_ms: 30590\n- text: They know I'm gonna blow\n start_ms: 30590\n end_ms: 31870\n- text: So they press up on\n start_ms: 31870\n end_ms: 33150\n- text: The crew like gets dissed\n start_ms: 33150\n end_ms: 34240\n- text: Like a fool when I'm gone\n start_ms: 34240\n end_ms: 35410\n- text: SO GET OUT, AND LEAVE ME ALONE,\n start_ms: 35410\n end_ms: 37150\n- text: CLOSE MY DOOR!\n start_ms: 37150\n end_ms: 38000\n- text: I gotta whisper cause I got\n start_ms: 38000\n end_ms: 39180\n- text: Some fuckin' ears on my floor\n start_ms: 39180\n end_ms: 40560\n- text: They're tryin' to catch on\n start_ms: 40560\n end_ms: 41880\n- text: To see who I'm givin' the hoot\n start_ms: 41880\n end_ms: 43140\n- text: There it is square biz\n start_ms: 43140\n end_ms: 44780\n- text: Don't say my kids\n start_ms: 44780\n end_ms: 45620\n- text: (Psycho Les)\n start_ms: 45620\n end_ms: 45950\n- text: All these phony motherfuckers wanna shake my hand\n start_ms: 45950\n end_ms: 48060\n- text: And behind my back talk shit to the next man\n start_ms: 48060\n end_ms: 51010\n- text: Click, bam, a hit to your block, you got beats, but stop!\n start_ms: 51010\n end_ms: 54650\n- text: Your shit is wack!\n start_ms: 54650\n end_ms: 56450\n- text: (Fashion)\n start_ms: 56450\n end_ms: 56730\n- text: Yeah, you better keep it subliminal\n start_ms: 56730\n end_ms: 58280\n- text: Cause I don't play, some say\n start_ms: 58280\n end_ms: 59840\n- text: My style's type criminal\n start_ms: 59840\n end_ms: 61090\n- text: And we can get down, yo for real\n start_ms: 61090\n end_ms: 62620\n- text: Yeah, so whatever kid, do what you feel, sucker!\n start_ms: 62620\n end_ms: 66540\n- text: 'Chorus: repeat 4X'\n start_ms: 66540\n end_ms: 67180\n- text: (P. 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Les) Try to play me close and get ghost, sucker!\n (Fashion)Beatnuts forever, die hard motherfuckers!\n\n Verse Two: Psycho Les, Fashion\n\n You see me and I see you\n But you still want to act like\n You don't see me, cool\n Years ago an A&R dissed\n Our fuckin' demos and said\n That shit was scarred\n BITCH, YOU BIG-TIME BITCH YOUR FOAMIN'\n YOUR LABEL'S SHIT AND YOU'LL REGRET IT IN A MOMENT\n Now you eat pills, while I puff on the Phils\n And still, you can't comprehend your skills\n\n You remember the time, only after I performed\n You called my hotel door, you want to blow me like a storm\n But Blue, no matter what you do\n You can't trick this kid\n Too cool, I thought you knew, fool!\n\n Chorus\n\n Verse Three: Fashion, Psycho Les\n\n Now I got you trapped, feelin weak and nervous\n Word up, cause I be strapped like the Secret Service\n The cops they run me down for the guns I be wielding\n I'll murder a force to get lost between buildings\n Time to go to war, it's been a raiser, now I'ma flip\n Rippin more niggaz than an axe in a horror flick\n Doin mad crime, I remember the days well\n The demon inside of me had invited me to raise hell\n\n I don't want to have to snuff nobody\n I just drink my twenties with coke with Bacardi\n Try to play me close and get ghost, sucker!\n Beatnuts forever, die hard motherfuckers!\n"}]