[{"id":11557681,"name":"Leflaur Leflah Eshkoshka","trackName":"Leflaur Leflah Eshkoshka","artistName":"Heltah Skeltah featuring O.G.C. as The Fab 5","albumName":"Nocturnal","duration":303.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yes, the name of this shit here\nIs Leflaur Leflah Eshkoshka\nThe Fab 5\n\nYes yes y'all (yes y'all)\nOGC, Heltah Skeltah be the best y'all (best y'all)\nFab 5 slam from East to West y'all (West y'all)\nSound pound straight through your bubble vest y'all (vest y'all)\nAnd check yo' chest y'all (chest y'all)\n\nAy Caramba, Starang, Gunn Clappa Numba\nOne on the set man I cut you like lumber\nStill play the back in my thunder gear, down to my underwear\nMake all you motherfuckers wonder where\nI come from, cause motherfuck Dapper Dan\nI'm a Gun Clappa fam plus I run rappers man\nFab 5 mad live blow up the spot\nDru Ha gets the paper, Black Moon still gets the props\n\nA-yo next to snap a neck be big R-O-C-K\nSend MC's to me in squads of three say\nRockness Monsta, is he for real, it can't be\nSee him in action as he transform, that man's me\nEnemies ain't Kotter, ain't no welcome back in my home\nKnots get blown like quarter slots in payphones\nPhone home or return like Jedi\nI bet I can without la give your stupid ass the red eye\n\nMe nah lie\nNiggas who can't see pass a likkle bit of light\nYou come tes' the champions ya gon' die tonight\nAnd six feet deep is where you sleep\nEternally resting in peace you felt relief\nNow big up to all my true heads in the East\nStalking the block not leaving the house without they gat\nYou best to believe that Fab 5 got my back (got my back)\nLike that (like that)\n\nI control the masses, with metaphors that's massive\nDon't ask if the nigga Ruck'll bash shit like Cassius\nI'm drastic, when it comes to verbs I be flipping\nCos herbs just be shitting off the words I be kicking\nI scold you, double headed sword for the petty\nBut I told you, bitch niggas that heads ain't ready\nNow I mold you, back to the bitch that you are\nFucking with the Ruckus get bruised, battered and scarred\n\nGuess who, punk, chump, your brain just blew\nIt's the Originoo Gunn Clappa Two\nRushing through, three on three you can't see we\nCause we stay tight and not too many niggas wanna fight\nSome sneaker-wearin' nigga in the cipher of the camp\nJust got amped and so I took 'em out for a dance\nBigger triggers falling down\nLike the bridges of London, but ain't too many niggas running\n\nA-yo why oh why did I need cappucino\nScar on my face but I'm not Al Pacino\n(We're 3 amigos)\nSparksky and Dutch, we bring mo' drama than what?\n(A prime time NBC TV show)\n\nHeads don't know and damn sure ain't ready\nNiggas walk the streets with more Boop than Betty\n(Shit'll get heavy)\nBack up, retreat, now surrender\nMy pine hits your mind mix thoughts just like a blender\n\nThen I dish off from a shooting guard to a center\nLike Rockefeller you hit rock bottom when you enter\n\nO.G.C. rush the scene, permission for backup\nBaseball bats attack like Jersey fools that act up\nPunks in back stand petro, go get yo'\nPepto-Bismol before this nigga lets go\n\nGet set, Go, which you do, crews screwed, I blew through\nTwo crews who claim they got funk, may be true cos they doo-doo\n\nEverybody 'fraid, ain't nobody yapping no more\nHave evidence on your clique so y'all niggas hit the floor\nWith that mouth murdering you got that ass in hot water\nNow I just oughta send a piece to your headquarters\nTo take away your stripes, you fucked up tonight\nYou don't do right you're g'wan get dead to spite\nOur click foundation stays thick through the war\nI'm keeping my eye out for infiltrators at the door\n\nIt's a shame how these MC's are wannabees\nFront on these and get hung up like dungarees (please)\nEase off selector Strangle wrecks ya\nPlus bust asses on whoever passes through my sector\n\nSo what you gonna do when you're stuck at thirty-two\nDegrees, please get off your knees and follow these\nNow swallow these, buckshots from the rifle\nThen I will make niggas beat it and scream like Michael\n\nSo how many corny MC g'wan try\nWhen Strang sets shit off like the 4th of July\n\nNobody (why?)\nCos everybody gets bodies my brother\nI smother a nigga then the Ruck bounce like rubber\n\nStep to the stage set the microphone on fire\nYour desire, they call me sire cos I'm flyer\n(Live like wires), beast from the East who is he\nWhen I roar like a grizzly they say damn he gets busy","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.25] Yes, the name of this shit here\n[00:04.64] Is Leflaur Leflah Eshkoshka\n[00:09.00] The Fab 5\n[00:09.96] Yes yes y'all (yes y'all)\n[00:11.67] OGC, Heltah Skeltah be the best y'all (best y'all)\n[00:14.01] Fab 5 slam from East to West y'all (West y'all)\n[00:16.28] Sound pound straight through your bubble vest y'all (vest y'all)\n[00:18.95] And check yo' chest y'all (chest y'all)\n[00:20.51] Ay Caramba, Starang, Gunn Clappa Numba\n[00:23.23] One on the set man I cut you like lumber\n[00:25.81] Still play the back in my thunder gear, down to my underwear\n[00:28.97] Make all you motherfuckers wonder where\n[00:31.49] I come from, cause motherfuck Dapper Dan\n[00:33.79] I'm a Gun Clappa fam plus I run rappers man\n[00:36.19] Fab 5 mad live blow up the spot\n[00:38.63] Dru Ha gets the paper, Black Moon still gets the props\n[00:41.33] A-yo next to snap a neck be big R-O-C-K\n[00:44.08] Send MC's to me in squads of three say\n[00:46.75] Rockness Monsta, is he for real, it can't be\n[00:49.34] See him in action as he transform, that man's me\n[00:51.50] Enemies ain't Kotter, ain't no welcome back in my home\n[00:53.89] Knots get blown like quarter slots in payphones\n[00:57.42] Phone home or return like Jedi\n[00:59.58] I bet I can without la give your stupid ass the red eye\n[01:02.15] Me nah lie\n[01:03.12] Niggas who can't see pass a likkle bit of light\n[01:05.11] You come tes' the champions ya gon' die tonight\n[01:07.82] And six feet deep is where you sleep\n[01:10.19] Eternally resting in peace you felt relief\n[01:12.38] Now big up to all my true heads in the East\n[01:15.05] Stalking the block not leaving the house without they gat\n[01:17.64] You best to believe that Fab 5 got my back (got my back)\n[01:20.61] Like that (like that)\n[01:22.75] I control the masses, with metaphors that's massive\n[01:25.60] Don't ask if the nigga Ruck'll bash shit like Cassius\n[01:28.48] I'm drastic, when it comes to verbs I be flipping\n[01:30.96] Cos herbs just be shitting off the words I be kicking\n[01:33.58] I scold you, double headed sword for the petty\n[01:36.04] But I told you, bitch niggas that heads ain't ready\n[01:38.98] Now I mold you, back to the bitch that you are\n[01:41.12] Fucking with the Ruckus get bruised, battered and scarred\n[01:43.75] Guess who, punk, chump, your brain just blew\n[01:46.56] It's the Originoo Gunn Clappa Two\n[01:49.11] Rushing through, three on three you can't see we\n[01:51.85] Cause we stay 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mad live blow up the spot\n  Dru Ha gets the paper, Black Moon still gets the props\n\n  A-yo next to snap a neck be big R-O-C-K\n  Send MC's to me in squads of three say\n  Rockness Monsta, is he for real, it can't be\n  See him in action as he transform, that man's me\n  Enemies ain't Kotter, ain't no welcome back in my home\n  Knots get blown like quarter slots in payphones\n  Phone home or return like Jedi\n  I bet I can without la give your stupid ass the red eye\n\n  Me nah lie\n  Niggas who can't see pass a likkle bit of light\n  You come tes' the champions ya gon' die tonight\n  And six feet deep is where you sleep\n  Eternally resting in peace you felt relief\n  Now big up to all my true heads in the East\n  Stalking the block not leaving the house without they gat\n  You best to believe that Fab 5 got my back (got my back)\n  Like that (like that)\n\n  I control the masses, with metaphors that's massive\n  Don't ask if the nigga Ruck'll bash shit like Cassius\n  I'm drastic, when it comes to verbs I be flipping\n  Cos herbs just be shitting off the words I be kicking\n  I scold you, double headed sword for the petty\n  But I told you, bitch niggas that heads ain't ready\n  Now I mold you, back to the bitch that you are\n  Fucking with the Ruckus get bruised, battered and scarred\n\n  Guess who, punk, chump, your brain just blew\n  It's the Originoo Gunn Clappa Two\n  Rushing through, three on three you can't see we\n  Cause we stay tight and not too many niggas wanna fight\n  Some sneaker-wearin' nigga in the cipher of the camp\n  Just got amped and so I took 'em out for a dance\n  Bigger triggers falling down\n  Like the bridges of London, but ain't too many niggas running\n\n  A-yo why oh why did I need cappucino\n  Scar on my face but I'm not Al Pacino\n  (We're 3 amigos)\n  Sparksky and Dutch, we bring mo' drama than what?\n  (A prime time NBC TV show)\n\n  Heads don't know and damn sure ain't ready\n  Niggas walk the streets with more Boop than 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Pepto-Bismol before this nigga lets go\n[02:52.02] Get set, Go, which you do, crews screwed, I blew through\n[02:54.32] Two crews who claim they got funk, may be true cos they doo-doo\n[02:56.83] Everybody 'fraid, ain't nobody yapping no more\n[02:59.51] Have evidence on your clique so y'all niggas hit the floor\n[03:02.17] With that mouth murdering you got that ass in hot water\n[03:04.82] Now I just oughta send a piece to your headquarters\n[03:07.53] To take away your stripes, you fucked up tonight\n[03:10.23] You don't do right you're g'wan get dead to spite\n[03:12.38] Our click foundation stays thick through the war\n[03:15.55] I'm keeping my eye out for infiltrators at the door\n[03:17.69] It's a shame how these MC's are wannabees\n[03:20.54] Front on these and get hung up like dungarees (please)\n[03:22.99] Ease off selector Strangle wrecks ya\n[03:26.37] Plus bust asses on whoever passes through my sector\n[03:28.78] So what you gonna do when you're stuck at 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scarred\n\nGuess who, punk, chump, your brain just blew\nIt's the Originoo Gunn Clappa Two\nRushing through, three on three you can't see we\nCause we stay tight and not too many niggas wanna fight\nSome sneaker-wearin' nigga in the cipher of the camp\nJust got amped and so I took 'em out for a dance\nBigger triggers falling down\nLike the bridges of London, but ain't too many niggas running\n\nA-yo why oh why did I need cappucino\nScar on my face but I'm not Al Pacino\n(We're 3 amigos)\nSparksky and Dutch, we bring mo' drama than what?\n(A prime time NBC TV show)\n\nHeads don't know and damn sure ain't ready\nNiggas walk the streets with more Boop than Betty\n(Shit'll get heavy)\nBack up, retreat, now surrender\nMy pine hits your mind mix thoughts just like a blender\n\nThen I dish off from a shooting guard to a center\nLike Rockefeller you hit rock bottom when you enter\n\nO.G.C. rush the scene, permission for backup\nBaseball bats attack like Jersey fools that act up\nPunks in back 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scarred\n\nGuess who, punk, chump, your brain just blew\nIt's the Originoo Gunn Clappa Two\nRushing through, three on three you can't see we\nCause we stay tight and not too many niggas wanna fight\nSome sneaker-wearin' nigga in the cipher of the camp\nJust got amped and so I took 'em out for a dance\nBigger triggers falling down\nLike the bridges of London, but ain't too many niggas running\n\nA-yo why oh why did I need cappucino\nScar on my face but I'm not Al Pacino\n(We're 3 amigos)\nSparksky and Dutch, we bring mo' drama than what?\n(A prime time NBC TV show)\n\nHeads don't know and damn sure ain't ready\nNiggas walk the streets with more Boop than Betty\n(Shit'll get heavy)\nBack up, retreat, now surrender\nMy pine hits your mind mix thoughts just like a blender\n\nThen I dish off from a shooting guard to a center\nLike Rockefeller you hit rock bottom when you enter\n\nO.G.C. rush the scene, permission for backup\nBaseball bats attack like Jersey fools that act up\nPunks in back stand petro, go get yo'\nPepto-Bismol before this nigga lets go\n\nGet set, Go, which you do, crews screwed, I blew through\nTwo crews who claim they got funk, may be true cos they doo-doo\n\nEverybody 'fraid, ain't nobody yapping no more\nHave evidence on your clique so y'all niggas hit the floor\nWith that mouth murdering you got that ass in hot water\nNow I just oughta send a piece to your headquarters\nTo take away your stripes, you fucked up tonight\nYou don't do right you're g'wan get dead to spite\nOur click foundation stays thick through the war\nI'm keeping my eye out for infiltrators at the door\n\nIt's a shame how these MC's are wannabees\nFront on these and get hung up like dungarees (please)\nEase off selector Strangle wrecks ya\nPlus bust asses on whoever passes through my sector\n\nSo what you gonna do when you're stuck at thirty-two\nDegrees, please get off your knees and follow these\nNow swallow these, buckshots from the rifle\nThen I will make niggas beat it and scream like Michael\n\nSo how many corny MC g'wan try\nWhen Strang sets shit off like the 4th of July\n\nNobody (why?)\nCos everybody gets bodies my brother\nI smother a nigga then the Ruck bounce like rubber\n\nStep to the stage set the microphone on fire\nYour desire, they call me sire cos I'm flyer\n(Live like wires), beast from the East who is he\nWhen I roar like a grizzly they say damn he gets busy","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.25] Yes, the name of this shit here\n[00:04.64] Is Leflaur Leflah Eshkoshka\n[00:09.00] The Fab 5\n[00:09.96] Yes yes y'all (yes y'all)\n[00:11.67] OGC, Heltah Skeltah be the best y'all (best y'all)\n[00:14.01] Fab 5 slam from East to West y'all (West y'all)\n[00:16.28] Sound pound straight through your bubble vest y'all (vest y'all)\n[00:18.95] And check yo' chest y'all (chest y'all)\n[00:20.51] Ay Caramba, Starang, Gunn Clappa Numba\n[00:23.23] One on the set man I cut you like lumber\n[00:25.81] Still play the back in my thunder gear, down to my underwear\n[00:28.97] Make all you motherfuckers wonder where\n[00:31.49] I come from, cause motherfuck Dapper Dan\n[00:33.79] I'm a Gun Clappa fam plus I run rappers man\n[00:36.19] Fab 5 mad live blow up the spot\n[00:38.63] Dru Ha gets the paper, Black Moon still gets the props\n[00:41.33] A-yo next to snap a neck be big R-O-C-K\n[00:44.08] Send MC's to me in squads of three say\n[00:46.75] Rockness Monsta, is he for real, it can't be\n[00:49.34] See him in action as he transform, that man's me\n[00:51.50] Enemies ain't Kotter, ain't no welcome back in my home\n[00:53.89] Knots get blown like quarter slots in payphones\n[00:57.42] Phone home or return like Jedi\n[00:59.58] I bet I can without la give your stupid ass the red eye\n[01:02.15] Me nah lie\n[01:03.12] Niggas who can't see pass a likkle bit of light\n[01:05.11] You come tes' the champions ya gon' die tonight\n[01:07.82] And six feet deep is where you sleep\n[01:10.19] Eternally resting in peace you felt relief\n[01:12.38] Now big up to all my true heads in the East\n[01:15.05] Stalking the block not leaving the house without they gat\n[01:17.64] You best to believe that Fab 5 got my back (got my back)\n[01:20.61] Like that (like that)\n[01:22.75] I control the masses, with metaphors that's massive\n[01:25.60] Don't ask if the nigga Ruck'll bash shit like Cassius\n[01:28.48] I'm drastic, when it comes to verbs I be flipping\n[01:30.96] Cos herbs just be shitting off the words I be kicking\n[01:33.58] I scold you, double headed sword for the petty\n[01:36.04] But I told you, bitch niggas that heads ain't ready\n[01:38.98] Now I mold you, back to the bitch that you are\n[01:41.12] Fucking with the Ruckus get bruised, battered and scarred\n[01:43.75] Guess who, punk, chump, your brain just blew\n[01:46.56] It's the Originoo Gunn Clappa Two\n[01:49.11] Rushing through, three on three you can't see we\n[01:51.85] Cause we stay tight and not too many niggas wanna fight\n[01:54.85] Some sneaker-wearin' nigga in the cipher of the camp\n[01:57.13] Just got amped and so I took 'em out for a dance\n[01:59.48] Bigger triggers falling down\n[02:01.94] Like the bridges of London, but ain't too many niggas running\n[02:04.59] A-yo why oh why did I need cappucino\n[02:17.02] Scar on my face but I'm not Al Pacino\n[02:20.54] (We're 3 amigos)\n[02:21.68] Sparksky and Dutch, we bring mo' drama than what?\n[02:23.85] (A prime time NBC TV show)\n[02:26.03] Heads don't know and damn sure ain't ready\n[02:28.13] Niggas walk the streets with more Boop than Betty\n[02:30.78] (Shit'll get heavy)\n[02:31.65] Back up, retreat, now surrender\n[02:33.55] My pine hits your mind mix thoughts just like a blender\n[02:36.17] Then I dish off from a shooting guard to a center\n[02:38.82] Like Rockefeller you hit rock bottom when you enter\n[02:41.41] O.G.C. rush the scene, permission for backup\n[02:43.51] Baseball bats attack like Jersey fools that act up\n[02:46.84] Punks in back stand petro, go get yo'\n[02:50.56] Pepto-Bismol before this nigga lets go\n[02:52.02] Get set, Go, which you do, crews screwed, I blew through\n[02:54.32] Two crews who claim they got funk, may be true cos they doo-doo\n[02:56.83] Everybody 'fraid, ain't nobody yapping no more\n[02:59.51] Have evidence on your clique so y'all niggas hit the floor\n[03:02.17] With that mouth murdering you got that ass in hot water\n[03:04.82] Now I just oughta send a piece to your headquarters\n[03:07.53] To take away your stripes, you fucked up tonight\n[03:10.23] You don't do right you're g'wan get dead to spite\n[03:12.38] Our click foundation stays thick through the war\n[03:15.55] I'm keeping my eye out for infiltrators at the door\n[03:17.69] It's a shame how these MC's are wannabees\n[03:20.54] Front on these and get hung up like dungarees (please)\n[03:22.99] Ease off selector Strangle wrecks ya\n[03:26.37] Plus bust asses on whoever passes through my sector\n[03:28.78] So what you gonna do when you're stuck at thirty-two\n[03:31.08] Degrees, please get off your knees and follow these\n[03:33.20] Now swallow these, buckshots from the rifle\n[03:35.83] Then I will make niggas beat it and scream like Michael\n[03:38.67] So how many corny MC g'wan try\n[03:41.16] When Strang sets shit off like the 4th of July\n[03:43.96] Nobody (why?)\n[03:45.01] Cos everybody gets bodies my brother\n[03:46.64] I smother a nigga then the Ruck bounce like rubber\n[03:49.12] Step to the stage set the microphone on fire\n[03:51.87] Your desire, they call me sire cos I'm flyer\n[03:54.41] (Live like wires), beast from the East who is he\n[03:56.65] When I roar like a grizzly they say damn he gets busy\n[03:59.38] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: LEFLAUR LEFLAH ESHKOSHKA - (FEATURING HELTAH SKELTAH & O.G.C. 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gear, down to my underwear\n  Make all you motherfuckers wonder where\n  I come from, cause motherfuck Dapper Dan\n  I'm a Gun Clappa fam plus I run rappers man\n  Fab 5 mad live blow up the spot\n  Dru Ha gets the paper, Black Moon still gets the props\n\n  A-yo next to snap a neck be big R-O-C-K\n  Send MC's to me in squads of three say\n  Rockness Monsta, is he for real, it can't be\n  See him in action as he transform, that man's me\n  Enemies ain't Kotter, ain't no welcome back in my home\n  Knots get blown like quarter slots in payphones\n  Phone home or return like Jedi\n  I bet I can without la give your stupid ass the red eye\n\n  Me nah lie\n  Niggas who can't see pass a likkle bit of light\n  You come tes' the champions ya gon' die tonight\n  And six feet deep is where you sleep\n  Eternally resting in peace you felt relief\n  Now big up to all my true heads in the East\n  Stalking the block not leaving the house without they gat\n  You best to believe that Fab 5 got my back (got my back)\n  Like that (like that)\n\n  I control the masses, with metaphors that's massive\n  Don't ask if the nigga Ruck'll bash shit like Cassius\n  I'm drastic, when it comes to verbs I be flipping\n  Cos herbs just be shitting off the words I be kicking\n  I scold you, double headed sword for the petty\n  But I told you, bitch niggas that heads ain't ready\n  Now I mold you, back to the bitch that you are\n  Fucking with the Ruckus get bruised, battered and scarred\n\n  Guess who, punk, chump, your brain just blew\n  It's the Originoo Gunn Clappa Two\n  Rushing through, three on three you can't see we\n  Cause we stay tight and not too many niggas wanna fight\n  Some sneaker-wearin' nigga in the cipher of the camp\n  Just got amped and so I took 'em out for a dance\n  Bigger triggers falling down\n  Like the bridges of London, but ain't too many niggas running\n\n  A-yo why oh why did I need cappucino\n  Scar on my face but I'm not Al Pacino\n  (We're 3 amigos)\n  Sparksky and Dutch, we bring mo' drama than what?\n  (A prime time NBC TV show)\n\n  Heads don't know and damn sure ain't ready\n  Niggas walk the streets with more Boop than Betty\n  (Shit'll get heavy)\n  Back up, retreat, now surrender\n  My pine hits your mind mix thoughts just like a blender\n\n  Then I dish off from a shooting guard to a center\n  Like Rockefeller you hit rock bottom when you enter\n\n  O.G.C. rush the scene, permission for backup\n  Baseball bats attack like Jersey fools that act up\n  Punks in back stand petro, go get yo'\n  Pepto-Bismol before this nigga lets go\n\n  Get set, Go, which you do, crews screwed, I blew through\n  Two crews who claim they got funk, may be true cos they doo-doo\n\n  Everybody 'fraid, ain't nobody yapping no more\n  Have evidence on your clique so y'all niggas hit the floor\n  With that mouth murdering you got that ass in hot water\n  Now I just oughta send a piece to your headquarters\n  To take away your stripes, you fucked up tonight\n  You don't do right you're g'wan get dead to spite\n  Our click foundation stays thick through the war\n  I'm keeping my eye out for infiltrators at the door\n\n  It's a shame how these MC's are wannabees\n  Front on these and get hung up like dungarees (please)\n  Ease off selector Strangle wrecks ya\n  Plus bust asses on whoever passes through my sector\n\n  So what you gonna do when you're stuck at thirty-two\n  Degrees, please get off your knees and follow these\n  Now swallow these, buckshots from the rifle\n  Then I will make niggas beat it and scream like Michael\n\n  So how many corny MC g'wan try\n  When Strang sets shit off like the 4th of July\n\n  Nobody (why?)\n  Cos everybody gets bodies my brother\n  I smother a nigga then the Ruck bounce like rubber\n\n  Step to the stage set the microphone on fire\n  Your desire, they call me sire cos I'm flyer\n  (Live like wires), beast from the East who is he\n  When I roar like a grizzly they say damn he gets busy\n"}]