[{"id":4071370,"name":"Straight Jacket","trackName":"Straight Jacket","artistName":"The Beatnuts","albumName":"The Beatnuts","duration":236.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Intro)\nBOOM!\nHah, yeah\nTurn my mic up a little bit\nHere we come now, uh, uh, uh\nTurn my mic up, yeah, hah\nHere we go\nYou know when to bring them drums in, right?\nHe got it...\n\nJuJu-\nCheck it out, with that sauerkrautt\nGet the flava that's nasty, that's what I'm about\nI said I'm top like a cherry, yo it gets no harder\nStraight from the cemetery, with bass like Ron Carter\nWhat's up cus, you forgot who I was\nSlept on THE BEATNUTS, now you're shocked from the buzz\nA crazy hispanic, no need to panic\nDrop words over beats, clear, no static\nBackflips, pullin' honies with the hips\nAfter a show, you say yo he really\nRipped shit up, people all get up\nTreat your girl like a puppet, stick my fingers in up\nBut, naw, I'm joking, Buddha smokin',\nNever chicken chokin', just donkey strokin'\n(DDDDRRRROPPPPPPPP!)\nAnd, bring me back in\nSo I can do my thing, with a Beatnuts ring\nI go yeah, it's like that and uh\nI fucked aaah, and I'm plus fat and uh\nThen lit up a blunt, crack the 40 and\nWhat, you try to play me out like an accordion\nI'm here to drop bombs and snap on your moms\nAnd call the bitch a dirty custodian\nIt's like that y'all, it's like that y'all\nBeatnuts comin' out fat y'all\n\nChorus-\nYou know that\nRappening is what's happening, keep your pockets flappening, hands\nClappening\nRappening is what's happening, keep your pockets flappening, hands\nClappening\nRappening is what's happening, keep your pockets flappening, hands\nClappening\nRappening is what's happening, keep your pockets flappening...\n\nYo, I be THE MACK\nStrapped to a chair, so I can' t react\nWhen I close my eyes I don't see black\nI'm off to a desert where I'm free jack\nMentally asleep\n\nListen to this(Group shout)\n\nFashion-\nI freakin' hard with your moms & your sister\nI hit her hard from the back, then I dissed her\nFoul and rude, that's my style\nI hate to smile, I like to drink\nBust shots and act wild(Boom, boom, boom, boom...)\nNow's my time, I'm gettin' paid\nDrive around in a nice car, gettin' laid\nHavin' mad fun, cause you know it don't matter\nIt may sound bugged, but I'd like to live fatter\nFeel the vibe, check the flava\nYou caught in a trance, now nothin' can save ya\nYou lose your mind, then you lose your soul\nIf it get's wild, then you lose control\nYeah you can run, but you can't go far\nEverywhere you look, right there's where you are\nYou hoped and dreamed to be a big rap star\nYou dreamed your drivin' and you crashin' a car\n\nChorus-\nYou know that\nRappening is what's happening, keep your pockets flappening, hands\nClappening\nRappening is what's happening, keep your pockets flappening, hands\nClappening\nRappening is what's happening, keep your pockets flappening, hands\nClappening\nRappening is what's happening, keep your pockets flappening, hands\nClappening\n\nI swing up on the scene like ming\nSmoke out and hittin' skins, just my type of thing\nDrain out your brains with the fuckin' double barrel\nCool makin' moves with hips like a sparrow\nElectrify tricks with my hi-volt dick\nStill be rolling thick on that beef type shit\nMy moves they do the switch like Jim Hendrix\nBass lines they got you hooked now you want to fix\nCheck it, licked 'em in Bombay, laid 'em in Bermuda\nFucken thought you knew the time to pay the buddha\nSparked by desire, you know what I mean\nForever will I puff, but I hate to fiend\nPull the chocolate thai stick get off the brick\nMakin' crazy moves with this Beatnuts click\nJunkyard, Psycho and cool-ass Fash\nWe combine & intertwine for the hits and cash\nShucks I got the nuts fingerfucks like a mani-\nAc i got the knack with a track like a slaney, black\nSo beat this chy'all\nBeat this y'all\nBeatnuts with the funky hits, y'all\nYou know that\n\nRappening, keep your pockets flappening\nRappening, keep your pockets flappening\n\nHands clappening, keep your pockets flappening...","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Straight Jacket\n  artist: The Beatnuts\n  album: The Beatnuts\n  duration_ms: 236000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (Intro)\n  BOOM!\n  Hah, yeah\n  Turn my mic up a little bit\n  Here we come now, uh, uh, uh\n  Turn my mic up, yeah, hah\n  Here we go\n  You know when to bring them drums in, right?\n  He got it...\n\n  JuJu-\n  Check it out, with that sauerkrautt\n  Get the flava that's nasty, that's what I'm about\n  I said I'm top like a cherry, yo it gets no harder\n  Straight from the cemetery, with bass like Ron Carter\n  What's up cus, you forgot who I was\n  Slept on THE BEATNUTS, now you're shocked from the buzz\n  A crazy hispanic, no need to panic\n  Drop words over beats, clear, no static\n  Backflips, pullin' honies with the hips\n  After a show, you say yo he really\n  Ripped shit up, people all get up\n  Treat your girl like a puppet, stick my fingers in up\n  But, naw, I'm joking, Buddha smokin',\n  Never chicken chokin', just donkey strokin'\n  (DDDDRRRROPPPPPPPP!)\n  And, bring me back in\n  So I can do my thing, with a Beatnuts ring\n  I go yeah, it's like that and uh\n  I fucked aaah, and I'm plus fat and uh\n  Then lit up a blunt, crack the 40 and\n  What, you try to play me out like an accordion\n  I'm here to drop bombs and snap on your moms\n  And call the bitch a dirty custodian\n  It's like that y'all, it's like that y'all\n  Beatnuts comin' out fat y'all\n\n  Chorus-\n  You know that\n  Rappening is what's happening, keep your pockets flappening, hands\n  Clappening\n  Rappening is what's happening, keep your pockets flappening, hands\n  Clappening\n  Rappening is what's happening, keep your pockets flappening, hands\n  Clappening\n  Rappening is what's happening, keep your pockets flappening...\n\n  Yo, I be THE MACK\n  Strapped to a chair, so I can' t react\n  When I close my eyes I don't see black\n  I'm off to a desert where I'm free jack\n  Mentally asleep\n\n  Listen to this(Group shout)\n\n  Fashion-\n  I freakin' hard with your moms & your sister\n  I hit her hard from the back, then I dissed her\n  Foul and rude, that's my style\n  I hate to smile, I like to drink\n  Bust shots and act wild(Boom, boom, boom, boom...)\n  Now's my time, I'm gettin' paid\n  Drive around in a nice car, gettin' laid\n  Havin' mad fun, cause you know it don't matter\n  It may sound bugged, but I'd like to live fatter\n  Feel the vibe, check the flava\n  You caught in a trance, now nothin' can save ya\n  You lose your mind, then you lose your soul\n  If it get's wild, then you lose control\n  Yeah you can run, but you can't go far\n  Everywhere you look, right there's where you are\n  You hoped and dreamed to be a big rap star\n  You dreamed your drivin' and you crashin' a car\n\n  Chorus-\n  You know that\n  Rappening is what's happening, keep your pockets flappening, hands\n  Clappening\n  Rappening is what's happening, keep your pockets flappening, hands\n  Clappening\n  Rappening is what's happening, keep your pockets flappening, hands\n  Clappening\n  Rappening is what's happening, keep your pockets flappening, hands\n  Clappening\n\n  I swing up on the scene like ming\n  Smoke out and hittin' skins, just my type of thing\n  Drain out your brains with the fuckin' double barrel\n  Cool makin' moves with hips like a sparrow\n  Electrify tricks with my hi-volt dick\n  Still be rolling thick on that beef type shit\n  My moves they do the switch like Jim Hendrix\n  Bass lines they got you hooked now you want to fix\n  Check it, licked 'em in Bombay, laid 'em in Bermuda\n  Fucken thought you knew the time to pay the buddha\n  Sparked by desire, you know what I mean\n  Forever will I puff, but I hate to fiend\n  Pull the chocolate thai stick get off the brick\n  Makin' crazy moves with this Beatnuts click\n  Junkyard, Psycho and cool-ass Fash\n  We combine & intertwine for the hits and cash\n  Shucks I got the nuts fingerfucks like a mani-\n  Ac i got the knack with a track like a slaney, black\n  So beat this chy'all\n  Beat this y'all\n  Beatnuts with the funky hits, y'all\n  You know that\n\n  Rappening, keep your pockets flappening\n  Rappening, keep your pockets flappening\n\n  Hands clappening, keep your pockets flappening...\n"},{"id":4071369,"name":"Straight Jacket","trackName":"Straight Jacket","artistName":"The Beatnuts","albumName":"Street Level","duration":236.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Intro)\nBOOM!\nHah, yeah\nTurn my mic up a little bit\nHere we come now, uh, uh, uh\nTurn my mic up, yeah, hah\nHere we go\nYou know when to bring them drums in, right?\nHe got it...\n\nJuJu-\nCheck it out, with that sauerkrautt\nGet the flava that's nasty, that's what I'm about\nI said I'm top like a cherry, yo it gets no harder\nStraight from the cemetery, with bass like Ron Carter\nWhat's up cus, you forgot who I was\nSlept on THE BEATNUTS, now you're shocked from the buzz\nA crazy hispanic, no need to panic\nDrop words over beats, clear, no static\nBackflips, pullin' honies with the hips\nAfter a show, you say yo he really\nRipped shit up, people all get up\nTreat your girl like a puppet, stick my fingers in up\nBut, naw, I'm joking, Buddha smokin',\nNever chicken chokin', just donkey strokin'\n(DDDDRRRROPPPPPPPP!)\nAnd, bring me back in\nSo I can do my thing, with a Beatnuts ring\nI go yeah, it's like that and uh\nI fucked aaah, and I'm plus fat and uh\nThen lit up a blunt, crack the 40 and\nWhat, you try to play me out like an accordion\nI'm here to drop bombs and snap on your moms\nAnd call the bitch a dirty custodian\nIt's like that y'all, it's like that y'all\nBeatnuts comin' out fat y'all\n\nChorus-\nYou know that\nRappening is what's happening, keep your pockets flappening, hands\nClappening\nRappening is what's happening, keep your pockets flappening, hands\nClappening\nRappening is what's happening, keep your pockets flappening, hands\nClappening\nRappening is what's happening, keep your pockets flappening...\n\nYo, I be THE MACK\nStrapped to a chair, so I can' t react\nWhen I close my eyes I don't see black\nI'm off to a desert where I'm free jack\nMentally asleep\n\nListen to this(Group shout)\n\nFashion-\nI freakin' hard with your moms & your sister\nI hit her hard from the back, then I dissed her\nFoul and rude, that's my style\nI hate to smile, I like to drink\nBust shots and act wild(Boom, boom, boom, boom...)\nNow's my time, I'm gettin' paid\nDrive around in a nice car, gettin' laid\nHavin' mad fun, cause you know it don't matter\nIt may sound bugged, but I'd like to live fatter\nFeel the vibe, check the flava\nYou caught in a trance, now nothin' can save ya\nYou lose your mind, then you lose your soul\nIf it get's wild, then you lose control\nYeah you can run, but you can't go far\nEverywhere you look, right there's where you are\nYou hoped and dreamed to be a big rap star\nYou dreamed your drivin' and you crashin' a car\n\nChorus-\nYou know that\nRappening is what's happening, keep your pockets flappening, hands\nClappening\nRappening is what's happening, keep your pockets flappening, hands\nClappening\nRappening is what's happening, keep your pockets flappening, hands\nClappening\nRappening is what's happening, keep your pockets flappening, hands\nClappening\n\nI swing up on the scene like ming\nSmoke out and hittin' skins, just my type of thing\nDrain out your brains with the fuckin' double barrel\nCool makin' moves with hips like a sparrow\nElectrify tricks with my hi-volt dick\nStill be rolling thick on that beef type shit\nMy moves they do the switch like Jim Hendrix\nBass lines they got you hooked now you want to fix\nCheck it, licked 'em in Bombay, laid 'em in Bermuda\nFucken thought you knew the time to pay the buddha\nSparked by desire, you know what I mean\nForever will I puff, but I hate to fiend\nPull the chocolate thai stick get off the brick\nMakin' crazy moves with this Beatnuts click\nJunkyard, Psycho and cool-ass Fash\nWe combine & intertwine for the hits and cash\nShucks I got the nuts fingerfucks like a mani-\nAc i got the knack with a track like a slaney, black\nSo beat this chy'all\nBeat this y'all\nBeatnuts with the funky hits, y'all\nYou know that\n\nRappening, keep your pockets flappening\nRappening, keep your pockets flappening\n\nHands clappening, keep your pockets flappening...","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Straight Jacket\n  artist: The Beatnuts\n  album: Street Level\n  duration_ms: 236000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (Intro)\n  BOOM!\n  Hah, yeah\n  Turn my mic up a little bit\n  Here we come now, uh, uh, uh\n  Turn my mic up, yeah, hah\n  Here we go\n  You know when to bring them drums in, right?\n  He got it...\n\n  JuJu-\n  Check it out, with that sauerkrautt\n  Get the flava that's nasty, that's what I'm about\n  I said I'm top like a cherry, yo it gets no harder\n  Straight from the cemetery, with bass like Ron Carter\n  What's up cus, you forgot who I was\n  Slept on THE BEATNUTS, now you're shocked from the buzz\n  A crazy hispanic, no need to panic\n  Drop words over beats, clear, no static\n  Backflips, pullin' honies with the hips\n  After a show, you say yo he really\n  Ripped shit up, people all get up\n  Treat your girl like a puppet, stick my fingers in up\n  But, naw, I'm joking, Buddha smokin',\n  Never chicken chokin', just donkey strokin'\n  (DDDDRRRROPPPPPPPP!)\n  And, bring me back in\n  So I can do my thing, with a Beatnuts ring\n  I go yeah, it's like that and uh\n  I fucked aaah, and I'm plus fat and uh\n  Then lit up a blunt, crack the 40 and\n  What, you try to play me out like an accordion\n  I'm here to drop bombs and snap on your moms\n  And call the bitch a dirty custodian\n  It's like that y'all, it's like that y'all\n  Beatnuts comin' out fat y'all\n\n  Chorus-\n  You know that\n  Rappening is what's happening, keep your pockets flappening, hands\n  Clappening\n  Rappening is what's happening, keep your pockets flappening, hands\n  Clappening\n  Rappening is what's happening, keep your pockets flappening, hands\n  Clappening\n  Rappening is what's happening, keep your pockets flappening...\n\n  Yo, I be THE MACK\n  Strapped to a chair, so I can' t react\n  When I close my eyes I don't see black\n  I'm off to a desert where I'm free jack\n  Mentally asleep\n\n  Listen to this(Group shout)\n\n  Fashion-\n  I freakin' hard with your moms & your sister\n  I hit her hard from the back, then I dissed her\n  Foul and rude, that's my style\n  I hate to smile, I like to drink\n  Bust shots and act wild(Boom, boom, boom, boom...)\n  Now's my time, I'm gettin' paid\n  Drive around in a nice car, gettin' laid\n  Havin' mad fun, cause you know it don't matter\n  It may sound bugged, but I'd like to live fatter\n  Feel the vibe, check the flava\n  You caught in a trance, now nothin' can save ya\n  You lose your mind, then you lose your soul\n  If it get's wild, then you lose control\n  Yeah you can run, but you can't go far\n  Everywhere you look, right there's where you are\n  You hoped and dreamed to be a big rap star\n  You dreamed your drivin' and you crashin' a car\n\n  Chorus-\n  You know that\n  Rappening is what's happening, keep your pockets flappening, hands\n  Clappening\n  Rappening is what's happening, keep your pockets flappening, hands\n  Clappening\n  Rappening is what's happening, keep your pockets flappening, hands\n  Clappening\n  Rappening is what's happening, keep your pockets flappening, hands\n  Clappening\n\n  I swing up on the scene like ming\n  Smoke out and hittin' skins, just my type of thing\n  Drain out your brains with the fuckin' double barrel\n  Cool makin' moves with hips like a sparrow\n  Electrify tricks with my hi-volt dick\n  Still be rolling thick on that beef type shit\n  My moves they do the switch like Jim Hendrix\n  Bass lines they got you hooked now you want to fix\n  Check it, licked 'em in Bombay, laid 'em in Bermuda\n  Fucken thought you knew the time to pay the buddha\n  Sparked by desire, you know what I mean\n  Forever will I puff, but I hate to fiend\n  Pull the chocolate thai stick get off the brick\n  Makin' crazy moves with this Beatnuts click\n  Junkyard, Psycho and cool-ass Fash\n  We combine & intertwine for the hits and cash\n  Shucks I got the nuts fingerfucks like a mani-\n  Ac i got the knack with a track like a slaney, black\n  So beat this chy'all\n  Beat this y'all\n  Beatnuts with the funky hits, y'all\n  You know that\n\n  Rappening, keep your pockets flappening\n  Rappening, keep your pockets flappening\n\n  Hands clappening, keep your pockets flappening...\n"},{"id":38277925,"name":"Straight Jacket","trackName":"Straight Jacket","artistName":"The Beatnuts","albumName":"Street Level - 1994","duration":236.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Intro)\nBOOM!\nHah, yeah\nTurn my mic up a little bit\nHere we come now, uh, uh, uh\nTurn my mic up, yeah, hah\nHere we go\nYou know when to bring them drums in, right?\nHe got it...\n\nJuJu-\nCheck it out, with that sauerkrautt\nGet the flava that's nasty, that's what I'm about\nI said I'm top like a cherry, yo it gets no harder\nStraight from the cemetery, with bass like Ron Carter\nWhat's up cus, you forgot who I was\nSlept on THE BEATNUTS, now you're shocked from the buzz\nA crazy hispanic, no need to panic\nDrop words over beats, clear, no static\nBackflips, pullin' honies with the hips\nAfter a show, you say yo he really\nRipped shit up, people all get up\nTreat your girl like a puppet, stick my fingers in up\nBut, naw, I'm joking, Buddha smokin',\nNever chicken chokin', just donkey strokin'\n(DDDDRRRROPPPPPPPP!)\nAnd, bring me back in\nSo I can do my thing, with a Beatnuts ring\nI go yeah, it's like that and uh\nI fucked aaah, and I'm plus fat and uh\nThen lit up a blunt, crack the 40 and\nWhat, you try to play me out like an accordion\nI'm here to drop bombs and snap on your moms\nAnd call the bitch a dirty custodian\nIt's like that y'all, it's like that y'all\nBeatnuts comin' out fat y'all\n\nChorus-\nYou know that\nRappening is what's happening, keep your pockets flappening, hands\nClappening\nRappening is what's happening, keep your pockets flappening, hands\nClappening\nRappening is what's happening, keep your pockets flappening, hands\nClappening\nRappening is what's happening, keep your pockets flappening...\n\nYo, I be THE MACK\nStrapped to a chair, so I can' t react\nWhen I close my eyes I don't see black\nI'm off to a desert where I'm free jack\nMentally asleep\n\nListen to this(Group shout)\n\nFashion-\nI freakin' hard with your moms & your sister\nI hit her hard from the back, then I dissed her\nFoul and rude, that's my style\nI hate to smile, I like to drink\nBust shots and act wild(Boom, boom, boom, boom...)\nNow's my time, I'm gettin' paid\nDrive around in a nice car, gettin' laid\nHavin' mad fun, cause you know it don't matter\nIt may sound bugged, but I'd like to live fatter\nFeel the vibe, check the flava\nYou caught in a trance, now nothin' can save ya\nYou lose your mind, then you lose your soul\nIf it get's wild, then you lose control\nYeah you can run, but you can't go far\nEverywhere you look, right there's where you are\nYou hoped and dreamed to be a big rap star\nYou dreamed your drivin' and you crashin' a car\n\nChorus-\nYou know that\nRappening is what's happening, keep your pockets flappening, hands\nClappening\nRappening is what's happening, keep your pockets flappening, hands\nClappening\nRappening is what's happening, keep your pockets flappening, hands\nClappening\nRappening is what's happening, keep your pockets flappening, hands\nClappening\n\nI swing up on the scene like ming\nSmoke out and hittin' skins, just my type of thing\nDrain out your brains with the fuckin' double barrel\nCool makin' moves with hips like a sparrow\nElectrify tricks with my hi-volt dick\nStill be rolling thick on that beef type shit\nMy moves they do the switch like Jim Hendrix\nBass lines they got you hooked now you want to fix\nCheck it, licked 'em in Bombay, laid 'em in Bermuda\nFucken thought you knew the time to pay the buddha\nSparked by desire, you know what I mean\nForever will I puff, but I hate to fiend\nPull the chocolate thai stick get off the brick\nMakin' crazy moves with this Beatnuts click\nJunkyard, Psycho and cool-ass Fash\nWe combine & intertwine for the hits and cash\nShucks I got the nuts fingerfucks like a mani-\nAc i got the knack with a track like a slaney, black\nSo beat this chy'all\nBeat this y'all\nBeatnuts with the funky hits, y'all\nYou know that\n\nRappening, keep your pockets flappening\nRappening, keep your pockets flappening\n\nHands clappening, keep your pockets flappening...","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Straight Jacket\n  artist: The Beatnuts\n  album: Street Level - 1994\n  duration_ms: 236000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (Intro)\n  BOOM!\n  Hah, yeah\n  Turn my mic up a little bit\n  Here we come now, uh, uh, uh\n  Turn my mic up, yeah, hah\n  Here we go\n  You know when to bring them drums in, right?\n  He got it...\n\n  JuJu-\n  Check it out, with that sauerkrautt\n  Get the flava that's nasty, that's what I'm about\n  I said I'm top like a cherry, yo it gets no harder\n  Straight from the cemetery, with bass like Ron Carter\n  What's up cus, you forgot who I was\n  Slept on THE BEATNUTS, now you're shocked from the buzz\n  A crazy hispanic, no need to panic\n  Drop words over beats, clear, no static\n  Backflips, pullin' honies with the hips\n  After a show, you say yo he really\n  Ripped shit up, people all get up\n  Treat your girl like a puppet, stick my fingers in up\n  But, naw, I'm joking, Buddha smokin',\n  Never chicken chokin', just donkey strokin'\n  (DDDDRRRROPPPPPPPP!)\n  And, bring me back in\n  So I can do my thing, with a Beatnuts ring\n  I go yeah, it's like that and uh\n  I fucked aaah, and I'm plus fat and uh\n  Then lit up a blunt, crack the 40 and\n  What, you try to play me out like an accordion\n  I'm here to drop bombs and snap on your moms\n  And call the bitch a dirty custodian\n  It's like that y'all, it's like that y'all\n  Beatnuts comin' out fat y'all\n\n  Chorus-\n  You know that\n  Rappening is what's happening, keep your pockets flappening, hands\n  Clappening\n  Rappening is what's happening, keep your pockets flappening, hands\n  Clappening\n  Rappening is what's happening, keep your pockets flappening, hands\n  Clappening\n  Rappening is what's happening, keep your pockets flappening...\n\n  Yo, I be THE MACK\n  Strapped to a chair, so I can' t react\n  When I close my eyes I don't see black\n  I'm off to a desert where I'm free jack\n  Mentally asleep\n\n  Listen to this(Group shout)\n\n  Fashion-\n  I freakin' hard with your moms & your sister\n  I hit her hard from the back, then I dissed her\n  Foul and rude, that's my style\n  I hate to smile, I like to drink\n  Bust shots and act wild(Boom, boom, boom, boom...)\n  Now's my time, I'm gettin' paid\n  Drive around in a nice car, gettin' laid\n  Havin' mad fun, cause you know it don't matter\n  It may sound bugged, but I'd like to live fatter\n  Feel the vibe, check the flava\n  You caught in a trance, now nothin' can save ya\n  You lose your mind, then you lose your soul\n  If it get's wild, then you lose control\n  Yeah you can run, but you can't go far\n  Everywhere you look, right there's where you are\n  You hoped and dreamed to be a big rap star\n  You dreamed your drivin' and you crashin' a car\n\n  Chorus-\n  You know that\n  Rappening is what's happening, keep your pockets flappening, hands\n  Clappening\n  Rappening is what's happening, keep your pockets flappening, hands\n  Clappening\n  Rappening is what's happening, keep your pockets flappening, hands\n  Clappening\n  Rappening is what's happening, keep your pockets flappening, hands\n  Clappening\n\n  I swing up on the scene like ming\n  Smoke out and hittin' skins, just my type of thing\n  Drain out your brains with the fuckin' double barrel\n  Cool makin' moves with hips like a sparrow\n  Electrify tricks with my hi-volt dick\n  Still be rolling thick on that beef type shit\n  My moves they do the switch like Jim Hendrix\n  Bass lines they got you hooked now you want to fix\n  Check it, licked 'em in Bombay, laid 'em in Bermuda\n  Fucken thought you knew the time to pay the buddha\n  Sparked by desire, you know what I mean\n  Forever will I puff, but I hate to fiend\n  Pull the chocolate thai stick get off the brick\n  Makin' crazy moves with this Beatnuts click\n  Junkyard, Psycho and cool-ass Fash\n  We combine & intertwine for the hits and cash\n  Shucks I got the nuts fingerfucks like a mani-\n  Ac i got the knack with a track like a slaney, black\n  So beat this chy'all\n  Beat this y'all\n  Beatnuts with the funky hits, y'all\n  You know that\n\n  Rappening, keep your pockets flappening\n  Rappening, keep your pockets flappening\n\n  Hands clappening, keep your pockets flappening...\n"}]