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contagious, the shit, The Roots started\nGot these other artists going through changes\n\nMy vision is the strangest, the rhythm is anguish\nY'all niggaz on the titty in your formative stages\nIs something in the iris and the way I spit\nThat tell these other crab rappers, I ain't fo' no shit\n\nBlack traumatic, so there you have it\nMy battin' average, abort full of graphic assault, it's all classic\nThough, put ass backwards, rappers in a small package\nExperience is all that is, I'm well established\n\nMe and the mic in holy matrimony like a marriage\nThe technique in your reach, if only you could have it\nFor me, it's automatic, it's natural, I'm mad thorough\nPoet for hired pack metal, you feel me?\n\nDon't stop tonight\n(Uhh, don't stop yo)\n(Cheeba cheeba yo, soul shock yo, hah)\nYou know it's [Incomprehensible] day, yeah\n(Give it everything you got yo)\n(Once again it's time, it's time)\nIt's time to ride\n(It's time to ride, ride, ride)\n\nYo, the load heavy, we walk around a 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 Me and the mic in holy matrimony like a marriage\n  The technique in your reach, if only you could have it\n  For me, it's automatic, it's natural, I'm mad thorough\n  Poet for hired pack metal, you feel me?\n\n  Don't stop tonight\n  (Uhh, don't stop yo)\n  (Cheeba cheeba yo, soul shock yo, hah)\n  You know it's [Incomprehensible] day, yeah\n  (Give it everything you got yo)\n  (Once again it's time, it's time)\n  It's time to ride\n  (It's time to ride, ride, ride)\n\n  Yo, the load heavy, we walk around a little edgy\n  All ready and steady, withdrawal like Darryl Strawberry, it figures\n  Niggaz mad from them ghetto sandwiches and swine\n  Cryin' hard times, disadvantageous, man listen\n\n  The story in the ghetto, the same\n  Seem like it's just some things that never will change\n  Give birth to a style and won't give it a name\n  Talk 'bout consciousness, it's a different thing\n\n  Envision again, the honorable 'Riq, General Hannibal speak\n  The understandable diabolique, animal style\n  Out of your dreams, kids, you're proud that you've seen this\n  Fifth supreme linguist, a lyrical genius\n\n  Inject you with the broke down English\n  The most freshest and cleanest, three G's, guess what the fame is?\n  Kareem beat's makin' me fiendish\n  Don't act shaky and squeamish, if you real make me believe it, nigga\n\n  Don't stop tonight\n  (Uhh, don't stop yo)\n  (Cheeba cheeba yo, soul shock yo)\n  You know it's [Incomprehensible] day, yeah\n  (C'mon, give it everything you got yo)\n  (Once again it's time, it's time)\n  It's time to ride\n  (It's time to ride, ride, ride)\n\n  Yo, the rebel Che Guevara, you felt another date\n  You better don't copped off, create it just saved your cheddar\n  I hit the studio with a pen and a vendetta\n  Sippin' an ice cold Beck, huffin' the tenth letter\n\n  Driftin', shots lickin' while the plot thickens\n  Sands in the hourglass thinnin', the last inning\n  The flash and the cash and the fast women\n  It's nothing, a lust for a crab, keep the passion in it\n\n  Blow, kissin' my tablet with firing pins\n  Poke holes in the plastic for oxygen\n  MCs jumpin' out shoes and socks again\n  Must have seen their face in the news, it's gots to been\n\n  Hella, thought known as the cure for cancer\n  Same corrupt city as Mumia the Panther\n  Man to man, hammer cocked, blocked and standoff\n  Bang, gunfire slang up in the dance hall\n\n  Yo, I hold the mic that could be thrown as a pipe bomb\n  Bring it just to sling it at your favorite icon\n  Think about my music, is it ain't shit like y'all?\n  Though, diesel like a twenty-eight inch python\n\n  You know, what I was sayin'?\n  When I'm on the mic, there won't be no delayin'\n\n  Don't stop tonight\n  (Uhh, don't stop yo)\n  (Cheeba cheeba yo, soul shock yo)\n  You know it's [Incomprehensible] day, yeah\n  (C'mon, give it everything you got yo)\n  (Once again it's time, it's time)\n  It's time to ride\n  (It's time to ride, ride, ride)\n"},{"id":21896968,"name":"Quills","trackName":"Quills","artistName":"The Roots","albumName":"Montreux Jazzfest 2003","duration":244.739854,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah, uhh, uhh, uhh\n\nDon't stop tonight\n(Uhh, don't stop yo)\n(Cheeba cheeba yo, soul shock yo, hah)\nYou know it's [Incomprehensible] day, yeah\n(Give it everything you got, yo)\n(Once again it's time, it's time)\nIt's time to ride\n(It's time to ride, ride, ride)\n\nYo, piss in the staircase, blood on the pavement\nI fill the quills with it, let it spill on the pages\nCompose another anthem for the killers and manglers\nVillains and wranglers, fifth still in the chamber\n\nShit, I'm scientific, but my reflex's gangsta\nPull outrageous arms from the floor of the basement\nThen bust 'nuff talons, if my people's in danger\nI'm Larry Davis, duckin' helicopter, hoverin' government agents\n\nWe muscle the language, what we spit\nWill leave your shit in utter amazement\nI'm hot brolic call 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time)\nIt's time to ride\n(It's time to ride, ride, ride)\n\nYo, the rebel Che Guevara, you felt another date\nYou better don't copped off, create it just saved your cheddar\nI hit the studio with a pen and a vendetta\nSippin' an ice cold Beck, huffin' the tenth letter\n\nDriftin', shots lickin' while the plot thickens\nSands in the hourglass thinnin', the last inning\nThe flash and the cash and the fast women\nIt's nothing, a lust for a crab, keep the passion in it\n\nBlow, kissin' my tablet with firing pins\nPoke holes in the plastic for oxygen\nMCs jumpin' out shoes and socks again\nMust have seen their face in the news, it's gots to been\n\nHella, thought known as the cure for cancer\nSame corrupt city as Mumia the Panther\nMan to man, hammer cocked, blocked and standoff\nBang, gunfire slang up in the dance hall\n\nYo, I hold the mic that could be thrown as a pipe bomb\nBring it just to sling it at your favorite icon\nThink about my music, is it ain't shit like y'all?\nThough, 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the killers and manglers\n  Villains and wranglers, fifth still in the chamber\n\n  Shit, I'm scientific, but my reflex's gangsta\n  Pull outrageous arms from the floor of the basement\n  Then bust 'nuff talons, if my people's in danger\n  I'm Larry Davis, duckin' helicopter, hoverin' government agents\n\n  We muscle the language, what we spit\n  Will leave your shit in utter amazement\n  I'm hot brolic call it contagious, the shit, The Roots started\n  Got these other artists going through changes\n\n  My vision is the strangest, the rhythm is anguish\n  Y'all niggaz on the titty in your formative stages\n  Is something in the iris and the way I spit\n  That tell these other crab rappers, I ain't fo' no shit\n\n  Black traumatic, so there you have it\n  My battin' average, abort full of graphic assault, it's all classic\n  Though, put ass backwards, rappers in a small package\n  Experience is all that is, I'm well established\n\n  Me and the mic in holy matrimony like a marriage\n  The technique in your reach, if only you could have it\n  For me, it's automatic, it's natural, I'm mad thorough\n  Poet for hired pack metal, you feel me?\n\n  Don't stop tonight\n  (Uhh, don't stop yo)\n  (Cheeba cheeba yo, soul shock yo, hah)\n  You know it's [Incomprehensible] day, yeah\n  (Give it everything you got yo)\n  (Once again it's time, it's time)\n  It's time to ride\n  (It's time to ride, ride, ride)\n\n  Yo, the load heavy, we walk around a little edgy\n  All ready and steady, withdrawal like Darryl Strawberry, it figures\n  Niggaz mad from them ghetto sandwiches and swine\n  Cryin' hard times, disadvantageous, man listen\n\n  The story in the ghetto, the same\n  Seem like it's just some things that never will change\n  Give birth to a style and won't give it a name\n  Talk 'bout consciousness, it's a different thing\n\n  Envision again, the honorable 'Riq, General Hannibal speak\n  The understandable diabolique, animal style\n  Out of your dreams, kids, you're proud 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anthem for the killers and manglers\n  Villains and wranglers, fifth still in the chamber\n\n  Shit, I'm scientific, but my reflex's gangsta\n  Pull outrageous arms from the floor of the basement\n  Then bust 'nuff talons, if my people's in danger\n  I'm Larry Davis, duckin' helicopter, hoverin' government agents\n\n  We muscle the language, what we spit\n  Will leave your shit in utter amazement\n  I'm hot brolic call it contagious, the shit, The Roots started\n  Got these other artists going through changes\n\n  My vision is the strangest, the rhythm is anguish\n  Y'all niggaz on the titty in your formative stages\n  Is something in the iris and the way I spit\n  That tell these other crab rappers, I ain't fo' no shit\n\n  Black traumatic, so there you have it\n  My battin' average, abort full of graphic assault, it's all classic\n  Though, put ass backwards, rappers in a small package\n  Experience is all that is, I'm well established\n\n  Me and the mic in holy matrimony like a marriage\n  The technique in your reach, if only you could have it\n  For me, it's automatic, it's natural, I'm mad thorough\n  Poet for hired pack metal, you feel me?\n\n  Don't stop tonight\n  (Uhh, don't stop yo)\n  (Cheeba cheeba yo, soul shock yo, hah)\n  You know it's [Incomprehensible] day, yeah\n  (Give it everything you got yo)\n  (Once again it's time, it's time)\n  It's time to ride\n  (It's time to ride, ride, ride)\n\n  Yo, the load heavy, we walk around a little edgy\n  All ready and steady, withdrawal like Darryl Strawberry, it figures\n  Niggaz mad from them ghetto sandwiches and swine\n  Cryin' hard times, disadvantageous, man listen\n\n  The story in the ghetto, the same\n  Seem like it's just some things that never will change\n  Give birth to a style and won't give it a name\n  Talk 'bout consciousness, it's a different thing\n\n  Envision again, the honorable 'Riq, General Hannibal speak\n  The understandable diabolique, animal style\n  Out of your dreams, kids, you're proud that you've seen this\n  Fifth supreme linguist, a lyrical genius\n\n  Inject you with the broke down English\n  The most freshest and cleanest, three G's, guess what the fame is?\n  Kareem beat's makin' me fiendish\n  Don't act shaky and squeamish, if you real make me believe it, nigga\n\n  Don't stop tonight\n  (Uhh, don't stop yo)\n  (Cheeba cheeba yo, soul shock yo)\n  You know it's [Incomprehensible] day, yeah\n  (C'mon, give it everything you got yo)\n  (Once again it's time, it's time)\n  It's time to ride\n  (It's time to ride, ride, ride)\n\n  Yo, the rebel Che Guevara, you felt another date\n  You better don't copped off, create it just saved your cheddar\n  I hit the studio with a pen and a vendetta\n  Sippin' an ice cold Beck, huffin' the tenth letter\n\n  Driftin', shots lickin' while the plot thickens\n  Sands in the hourglass thinnin', the last inning\n  The flash and the cash and the fast women\n  It's nothing, a lust for a crab, keep the passion in it\n\n  Blow, kissin' my tablet with firing pins\n  Poke holes in the plastic for oxygen\n  MCs jumpin' out shoes and socks again\n  Must have seen their face in the news, it's gots to been\n\n  Hella, thought known as the cure for cancer\n  Same corrupt city as Mumia the Panther\n  Man to man, hammer cocked, blocked and standoff\n  Bang, gunfire slang up in the dance hall\n\n  Yo, I hold the mic that could be thrown as a pipe bomb\n  Bring it just to sling it at your favorite icon\n  Think about my music, is it ain't shit like y'all?\n  Though, diesel like a twenty-eight inch python\n\n  You know, what I was sayin'?\n  When I'm on the mic, there won't be no delayin'\n\n  Don't stop tonight\n  (Uhh, don't stop yo)\n  (Cheeba cheeba yo, soul shock yo)\n  You know it's [Incomprehensible] day, yeah\n  (C'mon, give it everything you got yo)\n  (Once again it's time, it's time)\n  It's time to ride\n  (It's time to ride, ride, 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call it contagious, the shit, The Roots started\nGot these other artists going through changes\n\nMy vision is the strangest, the rhythm is anguish\nY'all niggaz on the titty in your formative stages\nIs something in the iris and the way I spit\nThat tell these other crab rappers, I ain't fo' no shit\n\nBlack traumatic, so there you have it\nMy battin' average, abort full of graphic assault, it's all classic\nThough, put ass backwards, rappers in a small package\nExperience is all that is, I'm well established\n\nMe and the mic in holy matrimony like a marriage\nThe technique in your reach, if only you could have it\nFor me, it's automatic, it's natural, I'm mad thorough\nPoet for hired pack metal, you feel me?\n\nDon't stop tonight\n(Uhh, don't stop yo)\n(Cheeba cheeba yo, soul shock yo, hah)\nYou know it's [Incomprehensible] day, yeah\n(Give it everything you got yo)\n(Once again it's time, it's time)\nIt's time to ride\n(It's time to ride, ride, ride)\n\nYo, the load heavy, we walk around a little edgy\nAll ready and steady, withdrawal like Darryl Strawberry, it figures\nNiggaz mad from them ghetto sandwiches and swine\nCryin' hard times, disadvantageous, man listen\n\nThe story in the ghetto, the same\nSeem like it's just some things that never will change\nGive birth to a style and won't give it a name\nTalk 'bout consciousness, it's a different thing\n\nEnvision again, the honorable 'Riq, General Hannibal speak\nThe understandable diabolique, animal style\nOut of your dreams, kids, you're proud that you've seen this\nFifth supreme linguist, a lyrical genius\n\nInject you with the broke down English\nThe most freshest and cleanest, three G's, guess what the fame is?\nKareem beat's makin' me fiendish\nDon't act shaky and squeamish, if you real make me believe it, nigga\n\nDon't stop tonight\n(Uhh, don't stop yo)\n(Cheeba cheeba yo, soul shock yo)\nYou know it's [Incomprehensible] day, yeah\n(C'mon, give it everything you got yo)\n(Once again it's time, it's time)\nIt's time to ride\n(It's time to ride, ride, ride)\n\nYo, the rebel Che Guevara, you felt another date\nYou better don't copped off, create it just saved your cheddar\nI hit the studio with a pen and a vendetta\nSippin' an ice cold Beck, huffin' the tenth letter\n\nDriftin', shots lickin' while the plot thickens\nSands in the hourglass thinnin', the last inning\nThe flash and the cash and the fast women\nIt's nothing, a lust for a crab, keep the passion in it\n\nBlow, kissin' my tablet with firing pins\nPoke holes in the plastic for oxygen\nMCs jumpin' out shoes and socks again\nMust have seen their face in the news, it's gots to been\n\nHella, thought known as the cure for cancer\nSame corrupt city as Mumia the Panther\nMan to man, hammer cocked, blocked and standoff\nBang, gunfire slang up in the dance hall\n\nYo, I hold the mic that could be thrown as a pipe bomb\nBring it just to sling it at your favorite icon\nThink about my music, is it ain't shit like y'all?\nThough, 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the killers and manglers\n  Villains and wranglers, fifth still in the chamber\n\n  Shit, I'm scientific, but my reflex's gangsta\n  Pull outrageous arms from the floor of the basement\n  Then bust 'nuff talons, if my people's in danger\n  I'm Larry Davis, duckin' helicopter, hoverin' government agents\n\n  We muscle the language, what we spit\n  Will leave your shit in utter amazement\n  I'm hot brolic call it contagious, the shit, The Roots started\n  Got these other artists going through changes\n\n  My vision is the strangest, the rhythm is anguish\n  Y'all niggaz on the titty in your formative stages\n  Is something in the iris and the way I spit\n  That tell these other crab rappers, I ain't fo' no shit\n\n  Black traumatic, so there you have it\n  My battin' average, abort full of graphic assault, it's all classic\n  Though, put ass backwards, rappers in a small package\n  Experience is all that is, I'm well established\n\n  Me and the mic in holy matrimony like a marriage\n  The technique in your reach, if only you could have it\n  For me, it's automatic, it's natural, I'm mad thorough\n  Poet for hired pack metal, you feel me?\n\n  Don't stop tonight\n  (Uhh, don't stop yo)\n  (Cheeba cheeba yo, soul shock yo, hah)\n  You know it's [Incomprehensible] day, yeah\n  (Give it everything you got yo)\n  (Once again it's time, it's time)\n  It's time to ride\n  (It's time to ride, ride, ride)\n\n  Yo, the load heavy, we walk around a little edgy\n  All ready and steady, withdrawal like Darryl Strawberry, it figures\n  Niggaz mad from them ghetto sandwiches and swine\n  Cryin' hard times, disadvantageous, man listen\n\n  The story in the ghetto, the same\n  Seem like it's just some things that never will change\n  Give birth to a style and won't give it a name\n  Talk 'bout consciousness, it's a different thing\n\n  Envision again, the honorable 'Riq, General Hannibal speak\n  The understandable diabolique, animal style\n  Out of your dreams, kids, you're proud that you've seen this\n  Fifth supreme linguist, a lyrical genius\n\n  Inject you with the broke down English\n  The most freshest and cleanest, three G's, guess what the fame is?\n  Kareem beat's makin' me fiendish\n  Don't act shaky and squeamish, if you real make me believe it, nigga\n\n  Don't stop tonight\n  (Uhh, don't stop yo)\n  (Cheeba cheeba yo, soul shock yo)\n  You know it's [Incomprehensible] day, yeah\n  (C'mon, give it everything you got yo)\n  (Once again it's time, it's time)\n  It's time to ride\n  (It's time to ride, ride, ride)\n\n  Yo, the rebel Che Guevara, you felt another date\n  You better don't copped off, create it just saved your cheddar\n  I hit the studio with a pen and a vendetta\n  Sippin' an ice cold Beck, huffin' the tenth letter\n\n  Driftin', shots lickin' while the plot thickens\n  Sands in the hourglass thinnin', the last inning\n  The flash and the cash and the fast women\n  It's nothing, a lust for a crab, keep the passion in it\n\n  Blow, kissin' my tablet with firing pins\n  Poke holes in the plastic for oxygen\n  MCs jumpin' out shoes and socks again\n  Must have seen their face in the news, it's gots to been\n\n  Hella, thought known as the cure for cancer\n  Same corrupt city as Mumia the Panther\n  Man to man, hammer cocked, blocked and standoff\n  Bang, gunfire slang up in the dance hall\n\n  Yo, I hold the mic that could be thrown as a pipe bomb\n  Bring it just to sling it at your favorite icon\n  Think about my music, is it ain't shit like y'all?\n  Though, diesel like a twenty-eight inch python\n\n  You know, what I was sayin'?\n  When I'm on the mic, there won't be no delayin'\n\n  Don't stop tonight\n  (Uhh, don't stop yo)\n  (Cheeba cheeba yo, soul shock yo)\n  You know it's [Incomprehensible] day, yeah\n  (C'mon, give it everything you got yo)\n  (Once again it's time, it's time)\n  It's time to ride\n  (It's time to ride, ride, 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for the killers and manglers\n  Villains and wranglers, fifth still in the chamber\n\n  Shit, I'm scientific, but my reflex's gangsta\n  Pull outrageous arms from the floor of the basement\n  Then bust 'nuff talons, if my people's in danger\n  I'm Larry Davis, duckin' helicopter, hoverin' government agents\n\n  We muscle the language, what we spit\n  Will leave your shit in utter amazement\n  I'm hot brolic call it contagious, the shit, The Roots started\n  Got these other artists going through changes\n\n  My vision is the strangest, the rhythm is anguish\n  Y'all niggaz on the titty in your formative stages\n  Is something in the iris and the way I spit\n  That tell these other crab rappers, I ain't fo' no shit\n\n  Black traumatic, so there you have it\n  My battin' average, abort full of graphic assault, it's all classic\n  Though, put ass backwards, rappers in a small package\n  Experience is all that is, I'm well established\n\n  Me and the mic in holy matrimony like a marriage\n  The technique in your reach, if only you could have it\n  For me, it's automatic, it's natural, I'm mad thorough\n  Poet for hired pack metal, you feel me?\n\n  Don't stop tonight\n  (Uhh, don't stop yo)\n  (Cheeba cheeba yo, soul shock yo, hah)\n  You know it's [Incomprehensible] day, yeah\n  (Give it everything you got yo)\n  (Once again it's time, it's time)\n  It's time to ride\n  (It's time to ride, ride, ride)\n\n  Yo, the load heavy, we walk around a little edgy\n  All ready and steady, withdrawal like Darryl Strawberry, it figures\n  Niggaz mad from them ghetto sandwiches and swine\n  Cryin' hard times, disadvantageous, man listen\n\n  The story in the ghetto, the same\n  Seem like it's just some things that never will change\n  Give birth to a style and won't give it a name\n  Talk 'bout consciousness, it's a different thing\n\n  Envision again, the honorable 'Riq, General Hannibal speak\n  The understandable diabolique, animal style\n  Out of your dreams, kids, you're proud 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chamber\n[00:40.47] Shit, I'm scientific, but my reflex's gangsta\n[00:42.82] Pull outrageous arms from the floor of the basement\n[00:45.42] Then bust 'nuff talons, if my people's in danger\n[00:47.83] I'm Larry Davis, duckin' helicopter, hoverin' government agents\n[00:50.72] We muscle the language, what we spit\n[00:54.38] Will leave your shit in utter amazement\n[00:55.92] I'm hot brolic call it contagious, the shit, The Roots started\n[00:58.03] Got these other artists going through changes\n[01:00.93] My vision is the strangest, the rhythm is anguish\n[01:03.28] Y'all niggaz on the titty in your formative stages\n[01:05.85] Is something in the iris and the way I spit\n[01:08.30] That tell these other crab rappers, I ain't fo' no shit\n[01:10.85] Black traumatic, so there you have it\n[01:12.99] My battin' average, abort full of graphic assault, it's all classic\n[01:16.28] Though, put ass backwards, rappers in a small package\n[01:18.89] Experience is all that is, I'm well 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agents\n\nWe muscle the language, what we spit\nWill leave your shit in utter amazement\nI'm hot brolic call it contagious, the shit, The Roots started\nGot these other artists going through changes\n\nMy vision is the strangest, the rhythm is anguish\nY'all niggaz on the titty in your formative stages\nIs something in the iris and the way I spit\nThat tell these other crab rappers, I ain't fo' no shit\n\nBlack traumatic, so there you have it\nMy battin' average, abort full of graphic assault, it's all classic\nThough, put ass backwards, rappers in a small package\nExperience is all that is, I'm well established\n\nMe and the mic in holy matrimony like a marriage\nThe technique in your reach, if only you could have it\nFor me, it's automatic, it's natural, I'm mad thorough\nPoet for hired pack metal, you feel me?\n\nDon't stop tonight\n(Uhh, don't stop yo)\n(Cheeba cheeba yo, soul shock yo, hah)\nYou know it's [Incomprehensible] day, yeah\n(Give it everything you got yo)\n(Once again 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it's [Incomprehensible] day, yeah\n(C'mon, give it everything you got yo)\n(Once again it's time, it's time)\nIt's time to ride\n(It's time to ride, ride, ride)\n\nYo, the rebel Che Guevara, you felt another date\nYou better don't copped off, create it just saved your cheddar\nI hit the studio with a pen and a vendetta\nSippin' an ice cold Beck, huffin' the tenth letter\n\nDriftin', shots lickin' while the plot thickens\nSands in the hourglass thinnin', the last inning\nThe flash and the cash and the fast women\nIt's nothing, a lust for a crab, keep the passion in it\n\nBlow, kissin' my tablet with firing pins\nPoke holes in the plastic for oxygen\nMCs jumpin' out shoes and socks again\nMust have seen their face in the news, it's gots to been\n\nHella, thought known as the cure for cancer\nSame corrupt city as Mumia the Panther\nMan to man, hammer cocked, blocked and standoff\nBang, gunfire slang up in the dance hall\n\nYo, I hold the mic that could be thrown as a pipe bomb\nBring it 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is all that is, I'm well established\n\n  Me and the mic in holy matrimony like a marriage\n  The technique in your reach, if only you could have it\n  For me, it's automatic, it's natural, I'm mad thorough\n  Poet for hired pack metal, you feel me?\n\n  Don't stop tonight\n  (Uhh, don't stop yo)\n  (Cheeba cheeba yo, soul shock yo, hah)\n  You know it's [Incomprehensible] day, yeah\n  (Give it everything you got yo)\n  (Once again it's time, it's time)\n  It's time to ride\n  (It's time to ride, ride, ride)\n\n  Yo, the load heavy, we walk around a little edgy\n  All ready and steady, withdrawal like Darryl Strawberry, it figures\n  Niggaz mad from them ghetto sandwiches and swine\n  Cryin' hard times, disadvantageous, man listen\n\n  The story in the ghetto, the same\n  Seem like it's just some things that never will change\n  Give birth to a style and won't give it a name\n  Talk 'bout consciousness, it's a different thing\n\n  Envision again, the honorable 'Riq, General Hannibal speak\n  The understandable diabolique, animal style\n  Out of your dreams, kids, you're proud that you've seen this\n  Fifth supreme linguist, a lyrical genius\n\n  Inject you with the broke down English\n  The most freshest and cleanest, three G's, guess what the fame is?\n  Kareem beat's makin' me fiendish\n  Don't act shaky and squeamish, if you real make me believe it, nigga\n\n  Don't stop tonight\n  (Uhh, don't stop yo)\n  (Cheeba cheeba yo, soul shock yo)\n  You know it's [Incomprehensible] day, yeah\n  (C'mon, give it everything you got yo)\n  (Once again it's time, it's time)\n  It's time to ride\n  (It's time to ride, ride, ride)\n\n  Yo, the rebel Che Guevara, you felt another date\n  You better don't copped off, create it just saved your cheddar\n  I hit the studio with a pen and a vendetta\n  Sippin' an ice cold Beck, huffin' the tenth letter\n\n  Driftin', shots lickin' while the plot thickens\n  Sands in the hourglass thinnin', the last inning\n  The flash and the cash and the fast women\n  It's nothing, a lust for a crab, keep the passion in it\n\n  Blow, kissin' my tablet with firing pins\n  Poke holes in the plastic for oxygen\n  MCs jumpin' out shoes and socks again\n  Must have seen their face in the news, it's gots to been\n\n  Hella, thought known as the cure for cancer\n  Same corrupt city as Mumia the Panther\n  Man to man, hammer cocked, blocked and standoff\n  Bang, gunfire slang up in the dance hall\n\n  Yo, I hold the mic that could be thrown as a pipe bomb\n  Bring it just to sling it at your favorite icon\n  Think about my music, is it ain't shit like y'all?\n  Though, diesel like a twenty-eight inch python\n\n  You know, what I was sayin'?\n  When I'm on the mic, there won't be no delayin'\n\n  Don't stop tonight\n  (Uhh, don't stop yo)\n  (Cheeba cheeba yo, soul shock yo)\n  You know it's [Incomprehensible] day, yeah\n  (C'mon, give it everything you got yo)\n  (Once again it's time, it's time)\n  It's time to ride\n  (It's time to 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on the pages\n  Compose another anthem for the killers and manglers\n  Villains and wranglers, fifth still in the chamber\n\n  Shit, I'm scientific, but my reflex's gangsta\n  Pull outrageous arms from the floor of the basement\n  Then bust 'nuff talons, if my people's in danger\n  I'm Larry Davis, duckin' helicopter, hoverin' government agents\n\n  We muscle the language, what we spit\n  Will leave your shit in utter amazement\n  I'm hot brolic call it contagious, the shit, The Roots started\n  Got these other artists going through changes\n\n  My vision is the strangest, the rhythm is anguish\n  Y'all niggaz on the titty in your formative stages\n  Is something in the iris and the way I spit\n  That tell these other crab rappers, I ain't fo' no shit\n\n  Black traumatic, so there you have it\n  My battin' average, abort full of graphic assault, it's all classic\n  Though, put ass backwards, rappers in a small package\n  Experience is all that is, I'm well established\n\n  Me and the 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Out of your dreams, kids, you're proud that you've seen this\n  Fifth supreme linguist, a lyrical genius\n\n  Inject you with the broke down English\n  The most freshest and cleanest, three G's, guess what the fame is?\n  Kareem beat's makin' me fiendish\n  Don't act shaky and squeamish, if you real make me believe it, nigga\n\n  Don't stop tonight\n  (Uhh, don't stop yo)\n  (Cheeba cheeba yo, soul shock yo)\n  You know it's [Incomprehensible] day, yeah\n  (C'mon, give it everything you got yo)\n  (Once again it's time, it's time)\n  It's time to ride\n  (It's time to ride, ride, ride)\n\n  Yo, the rebel Che Guevara, you felt another date\n  You better don't copped off, create it just saved your cheddar\n  I hit the studio with a pen and a vendetta\n  Sippin' an ice cold Beck, huffin' the tenth letter\n\n  Driftin', shots lickin' while the plot thickens\n  Sands in the hourglass thinnin', the last inning\n  The flash and the cash and the fast women\n  It's nothing, a lust for a crab, 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chamber\n[00:40.47] Shit, I'm scientific, but my reflex's gangsta\n[00:42.82] Pull outrageous arms from the floor of the basement\n[00:45.42] Then bust 'nuff talons, if my people's in danger\n[00:47.83] I'm Larry Davis, duckin' helicopter, hoverin' government agents\n[00:50.72] We muscle the language, what we spit\n[00:54.38] Will leave your shit in utter amazement\n[00:55.92] I'm hot brolic call it contagious, the shit, The Roots started\n[00:58.03] Got these other artists going through changes\n[01:00.93] My vision is the strangest, the rhythm is anguish\n[01:03.28] Y'all niggaz on the titty in your formative stages\n[01:05.85] Is something in the iris and the way I spit\n[01:08.30] That tell these other crab rappers, I ain't fo' no shit\n[01:10.85] Black traumatic, so there you have it\n[01:12.99] My battin' average, abort full of graphic assault, it's all classic\n[01:16.28] Though, put ass backwards, rappers in a small package\n[01:18.89] Experience is all that is, I'm well 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in the news, it's gots to been\n[03:02.79] Hella, thought known as the cure for cancer\n[03:05.34] Same corrupt city as Mumia the Panther\n[03:07.91] Man to man, hammer cocked, blocked and standoff\n[03:10.69] Bang, gunfire slang up in the dance hall\n[03:12.95] Yo, I hold the mic that could be thrown as a pipe bomb\n[03:15.83] Bring it just to sling it at your favorite icon\n[03:18.42] Think about my music, is it ain't shit like y'all?\n[03:20.84] Though, diesel like a twenty-eight inch python\n[03:23.79] You know, what I was sayin'?\n[03:26.55] When I'm on the mic, there won't be no delayin'\n[03:29.19] Don't stop tonight\n[03:31.05] (Uhh, don't stop yo)\n[03:31.74] (Cheeba cheeba yo, soul shock yo)\n[03:32.59] You know it's [Incomprehensible] day, yeah\n[03:33.90] (C'mon, give it everything you got yo)\n[03:35.15] (Once again it's time, it's time)\n[03:37.75] It's time to ride\n[03:39.01] (It's time to ride, ride, ride)\n[03:40.94] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: 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anthem for the killers and manglers\n  Villains and wranglers, fifth still in the chamber\n\n  Shit, I'm scientific, but my reflex's gangsta\n  Pull outrageous arms from the floor of the basement\n  Then bust 'nuff talons, if my people's in danger\n  I'm Larry Davis, duckin' helicopter, hoverin' government agents\n\n  We muscle the language, what we spit\n  Will leave your shit in utter amazement\n  I'm hot brolic call it contagious, the shit, The Roots started\n  Got these other artists going through changes\n\n  My vision is the strangest, the rhythm is anguish\n  Y'all niggaz on the titty in your formative stages\n  Is something in the iris and the way I spit\n  That tell these other crab rappers, I ain't fo' no shit\n\n  Black traumatic, so there you have it\n  My battin' average, abort full of graphic assault, it's all classic\n  Though, put ass backwards, rappers in a small package\n  Experience is all that is, I'm well established\n\n  Me and the mic in holy matrimony like a 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you're proud that you've seen this\n  Fifth supreme linguist, a lyrical genius\n\n  Inject you with the broke down English\n  The most freshest and cleanest, three G's, guess what the fame is?\n  Kareem beat's makin' me fiendish\n  Don't act shaky and squeamish, if you real make me believe it, nigga\n\n  Don't stop tonight\n  (Uhh, don't stop yo)\n  (Cheeba cheeba yo, soul shock yo)\n  You know it's [Incomprehensible] day, yeah\n  (C'mon, give it everything you got yo)\n  (Once again it's time, it's time)\n  It's time to ride\n  (It's time to ride, ride, ride)\n\n  Yo, the rebel Che Guevara, you felt another date\n  You better don't copped off, create it just saved your cheddar\n  I hit the studio with a pen and a vendetta\n  Sippin' an ice cold Beck, huffin' the tenth letter\n\n  Driftin', shots lickin' while the plot thickens\n  Sands in the hourglass thinnin', the last inning\n  The flash and the cash and the fast women\n  It's nothing, a lust for a crab, keep the passion in it\n\n  Blow, kissin' my tablet with firing pins\n  Poke holes in the plastic for oxygen\n  MCs jumpin' out shoes and socks again\n  Must have seen their face in the news, it's gots to been\n\n  Hella, thought known as the cure for cancer\n  Same corrupt city as Mumia the Panther\n  Man to man, hammer cocked, blocked and standoff\n  Bang, gunfire slang up in the dance hall\n\n  Yo, I hold the mic that could be thrown as a pipe bomb\n  Bring it just to sling it at your favorite icon\n  Think about my music, is it ain't shit like y'all?\n  Though, diesel like a twenty-eight inch python\n\n  You know, what I was sayin'?\n  When I'm on the mic, there won't be no delayin'\n\n  Don't stop tonight\n  (Uhh, don't stop yo)\n  (Cheeba cheeba yo, soul shock yo)\n  You know it's [Incomprehensible] day, yeah\n  (C'mon, give it everything you got yo)\n  (Once again it's time, it's time)\n  It's time to ride\n  (It's time to ride, ride, ride)\n"}]