[{"id":26569545,"name":"Diss","trackName":"Diss","artistName":"UTFO","albumName":"Skeezer Pleezer / Lethal","duration":274.2,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"No one, nowhere comes close\nSuckers, step off\nFor Brooklyn brought in pains\nSuckers\n\nDiss!\n\nHow dare you tell me in my face that I couldn't rock\nI make the healthiest man on earth's heart stop\nIf you say another word to interrupt\nI'll jump out these speakers cold fuck you up\nBut then again I really shouldn't get involved that deep\nWhen you talk I smell your breath and you just put me to sleep\nThank God I'm only upset, cause if you made me mad\nI'd hit you so hard I'd have you calling me dad\nRight here on the spot, bustin' you in the knot\nBefore you know it you'll be screamin', \"He rock, he rock\"\nWas I too fast for ya, wasn't it clear?\nThe party won't rock unless you get out of here\nSo take your rat-skin coat and step out the door\nTell your woman stop callin', I don't want her no more\nFor now sit down, shut up, and then I'll chill\nBut can't nobody say that I ain't that ill\nI'm the rudest of the rude muthafuckas alive\nThere were six of us left and I shot five\nTo make a long story short and save my breath\nI'm the only one left, and yo, I'm def!\nWhen it come to dissin' I am the champ\nI heard you tried to buy Adidas with your mother's food stamps\nDon't know a thing about buyin' clothes\nTried to buy Pro-Keds and you got Ked-Pros (Diss)\nNow let me get a little harder\nYour mother's pregnant again and I'm the father\nAnd if you think I'm lyin' by just a notch\nAsk your father, he sat and watched (Diss)\n\nStep off with that old riffin', stop playin' me close\nI'm not a sucker, I got heart and I'm from the East Coast\n5'8\" with brown eyes, yo, the girls say I'm cute\nBut I'm strappin' .45s and I ain't afraid to shoot\nI came across brothers whose bass wasn't blessed\nIt phased me none cause I broke ribs and necks\nBeat up Jamaicans, Jews, Haitians and Italians\nPunched out they teeth and wore them as medallions\nBack in the days we called punks undula\nWhen people see Doc, they all hail the ruler\nCalvin is cool, but me, I'm much cooler\nYou riff, you wan' get dissed with me, you know I will duel-ah\nCause to be from Brooklyn, yo, that's mandatory\nYou're from the Island, so get off my territory\nI wear black, I never wore purple\nIf I drew a line where I ruled, you'd walk in a circle\nDon't try to play me out, maytag\nYou better hold my belt and follow my footsteps, fag\nCause this is the Doc with the surgical gas\nDislocate your mouth and you'll be talkin out yo' ass\nCause that's what you talk is a bunch of bullshit\nWhile I be cold chillin' walkin' round with a mitt\nI told you when I met you, you know what you can get\nAm I upset? Well, just a little bit\nI told you before not to get me started\nCause Doctor Ice is gettin' cold retarded\nAfter the battle the undertaker will dress you\nThe good Lord will bless you and the graveyard will rest you\n(Last night changed it all)\n\nI'm as real as reality, not a Greek myth\nIt's time to let you know who you're fuckin' with\nMy rap is magical, stronger than voodoo\nYour style, it stinks, you know, like doodoo\nYou're shiverin' and shakin' in your Fruit of the Looms\nKeep it simple, stupid, you'll be next to the tombs\nOf the other victims, I keep their heads on my shelf\nIf they were resurrected, they'd kill themself\nI'll never say \"excuse me,\" move out my way, sucker\nYou use \"mister\", I use \"motherfucker\"\nYou thought that E was more well-respected\nNow you know, stupid, expect the unexpected\n(Yeah)\n(Ah hah)\nWe got the mouth to be the boss, the heart to back it up\nRhymes come naturally, no need to crack it up\nBut you inflate, make others sick\nAnd my last and final words: get off my dick!\n\nDiss","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.81] No one, nowhere comes close\n[00:06.48] Suckers, step off\n[00:09.34] For Brooklyn brought in pains\n[00:12.68] Suckers\n[00:20.21] Diss!\n[00:41.14] How dare you tell me in my face that I couldn't rock\n[00:43.83] I make the healthiest man on earth's heart stop\n[00:46.32] If you say another word to interrupt\n[00:49.16] I'll jump out these speakers cold fuck you up\n[00:51.37] But then again I really shouldn't get involved that deep\n[00:54.26] When you talk I smell your breath and you just put me to sleep\n[00:56.61] Thank God I'm only upset, cause if you made me mad\n[00:59.48] I'd hit you so hard I'd have you calling me dad\n[01:01.92] Right here on the spot, bustin' you in the knot\n[01:04.40] Before you know it you'll be screamin', \"He rock, he rock\"\n[01:07.04] Was I too fast for ya, wasn't it clear?\n[01:09.63] The party won't rock unless you get out of here\n[01:11.98] So take your rat-skin coat and step out the door\n[01:14.59] Tell your woman stop callin', I don't want her no more\n[01:17.01] For now sit down, shut up, and then I'll chill\n[01:19.61] But can't nobody say that I ain't that ill\n[01:22.33] I'm the rudest of the rude muthafuckas alive\n[01:25.02] There were six of us left and I shot five\n[01:27.21] To make a long story short and save my breath\n[01:29.89] I'm the only one left, and yo, I'm def!\n[01:32.76] When it come to dissin' I am the champ\n[01:35.06] I heard you tried to buy Adidas with your mother's food stamps\n[01:37.84] Don't know a thing about buyin' clothes\n[01:40.21] Tried to buy Pro-Keds and you got Ked-Pros (Diss)\n[01:43.08] Now let me get a little harder\n[01:44.91] Your mother's pregnant again and I'm the father\n[01:47.62] And if you think I'm lyin' by just a notch\n[01:50.84] Ask your father, he sat and watched (Diss)\n[02:03.35] Step off with that old riffin', stop playin' me close\n[02:05.92] I'm not a sucker, I got heart and I'm from the East Coast\n[02:08.55] 5'8\" with brown eyes, yo, the girls say I'm cute\n[02:11.28] But I'm strappin' .45s and I ain't afraid to shoot\n[02:13.63] I came across brothers whose bass wasn't blessed\n[02:16.36] It phased me none cause I broke ribs and necks\n[02:18.66] Beat up Jamaicans, Jews, Haitians and Italians\n[02:21.69] Punched out they teeth and wore them as medallions\n[02:23.52] Back in the days we called punks undula\n[02:26.76] When people see Doc, they all hail the ruler\n[02:29.47] Calvin is cool, but me, I'm much cooler\n[02:32.16] You riff, you wan' get dissed with me, you know I will duel-ah\n[02:34.26] Cause to be from Brooklyn, yo, that's mandatory\n[02:37.21] You're from the Island, so get off my territory\n[02:39.78] I wear black, I never wore purple\n[02:42.13] If I drew a line where I ruled, you'd walk in a circle\n[02:45.21] Don't try to play me out, maytag\n[02:46.98] You better hold my belt and follow my footsteps, fag\n[02:50.55] Cause this is the Doc with the surgical gas\n[02:52.83] Dislocate your mouth and you'll be talkin out yo' ass\n[02:55.50] Cause that's what you talk is a bunch of bullshit\n[02:58.16] While I be cold chillin' walkin' round with a mitt\n[03:00.62] I told you when I met you, you know what you can get\n[03:03.27] Am I upset? Well, just a little bit\n[03:05.72] I told you before not to get me started\n[03:08.56] Cause Doctor Ice is gettin' cold retarded\n[03:11.09] After the battle the undertaker will dress you\n[03:13.49] The good Lord will bless you and the graveyard will rest you\n[03:18.07] (Last night changed it all)\n[03:25.60] I'm as real as reality, not a Greek myth\n[03:28.04] It's time to let you know who you're fuckin' with\n[03:30.81] My rap is magical, stronger than voodoo\n[03:33.31] Your style, it stinks, you know, like doodoo\n[03:36.08] You're shiverin' and shakin' in your Fruit of the Looms\n[03:38.40] Keep it simple, stupid, you'll be next to the tombs\n[03:41.05] Of the other victims, I keep their heads on my shelf\n[03:43.65] If they were resurrected, they'd kill themself\n[03:46.25] I'll never say \"excuse me,\" move out my way, sucker\n[03:48.85] You use \"mister\", I use \"motherfucker\"\n[03:51.48] You thought that E was more well-respected\n[03:54.13] Now you know, stupid, expect the unexpected\n[03:56.33] (Yeah)\n[03:58.44] (Ah hah)\n[04:00.88] We got the mouth to be the boss, the heart to back it up\n[04:04.14] Rhymes come naturally, no need to crack it up\n[04:06.50] But you inflate, make others sick\n[04:08.82] And my last and final words: get off my dick!\n[04:31.54] Diss\n[04:34.49] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Diss\n  artist: UTFO\n  album: Skeezer Pleezer / Lethal\n  duration_ms: 274200\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: No one, nowhere comes close\n  start_ms: 1810\n  end_ms: 6480\n- text: Suckers, step off\n  start_ms: 6480\n  end_ms: 9340\n- text: For Brooklyn brought in pains\n  start_ms: 9340\n  end_ms: 12680\n- text: Suckers\n  start_ms: 12680\n  end_ms: 20210\n- text: Diss!\n  start_ms: 20210\n  end_ms: 41140\n- text: How dare you tell me in my face that I couldn't rock\n  start_ms: 41140\n  end_ms: 43830\n- text: I make the healthiest man on earth's heart stop\n  start_ms: 43830\n  end_ms: 46320\n- text: If you say 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Well, just a little bit\n  I told you before not to get me started\n  Cause Doctor Ice is gettin' cold retarded\n  After the battle the undertaker will dress you\n  The good Lord will bless you and the graveyard will rest you\n  (Last night changed it all)\n\n  I'm as real as reality, not a Greek myth\n  It's time to let you know who you're fuckin' with\n  My rap is magical, stronger than voodoo\n  Your style, it stinks, you know, like doodoo\n  You're shiverin' and shakin' in your Fruit of the Looms\n  Keep it simple, stupid, you'll be next to the tombs\n  Of the other victims, I keep their heads on my shelf\n  If they were resurrected, they'd kill themself\n  I'll never say \"excuse me,\" move out my way, sucker\n  You use \"mister\", I use \"motherfucker\"\n  You thought that E was more well-respected\n  Now you know, stupid, expect the unexpected\n  (Yeah)\n  (Ah hah)\n  We got the mouth to be the boss, the heart to back it up\n  Rhymes come naturally, no need to crack it up\n  But you inflate, make others sick\n  And my last and final words: get off my dick!\n\n  Diss\n"},{"id":29122663,"name":"Diss","trackName":"Diss","artistName":"UTFO","albumName":"Skeezer Pleezer","duration":274.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"No one, nowhere comes close\nSuckers, step off\nFor Brooklyn brought in pains\nSuckers\n\nDiss!\n\nHow dare you tell me in my face that I couldn't rock\nI make the healthiest man on earth's heart stop\nIf you say another word to interrupt\nI'll jump out these speakers cold fuck you up\nBut then again I really shouldn't get involved that deep\nWhen you talk I smell your breath and you just put me to sleep\nThank God I'm only upset, cause if you made me mad\nI'd hit you so hard I'd have you calling me dad\nRight here on the spot, bustin' you in the knot\nBefore you know it you'll be screamin', \"He rock, he rock\"\nWas I too fast for ya, wasn't it clear?\nThe party won't rock unless you get out of here\nSo take your rat-skin coat and step out the door\nTell your woman stop callin', I don't want her no more\nFor now sit down, shut up, and then I'll chill\nBut can't nobody say that I ain't that ill\nI'm the rudest of the rude muthafuckas alive\nThere were six of us left and I shot five\nTo make a long story short and save my breath\nI'm the only one left, and yo, I'm def!\nWhen it come to dissin' I am the champ\nI heard you tried to buy Adidas with your mother's food stamps\nDon't know a thing about buyin' clothes\nTried to buy Pro-Keds and you got Ked-Pros (Diss)\nNow let me get a little harder\nYour mother's pregnant again and I'm the father\nAnd if you think I'm lyin' by just a notch\nAsk your father, he sat and watched (Diss)\n\nStep off with that old riffin', stop playin' me close\nI'm not a sucker, I got heart and I'm from the East Coast\n5'8\" with brown eyes, yo, the girls say I'm cute\nBut I'm strappin' .45s and I ain't afraid to shoot\nI came across brothers whose bass wasn't blessed\nIt phased me none cause I broke ribs and necks\nBeat up Jamaicans, Jews, Haitians and Italians\nPunched out they teeth and wore them as medallions\nBack in the days we called punks undula\nWhen people see Doc, they all hail the ruler\nCalvin is cool, but me, I'm much cooler\nYou riff, you wan' get dissed with me, you know I will duel-ah\nCause to be from Brooklyn, yo, that's mandatory\nYou're from the Island, so get off my territory\nI wear black, I never wore purple\nIf I drew a line where I ruled, you'd walk in a circle\nDon't try to play me out, maytag\nYou better hold my belt and follow my footsteps, fag\nCause this is the Doc with the surgical gas\nDislocate your mouth and you'll be talkin out yo' ass\nCause that's what you talk is a bunch of bullshit\nWhile I be cold chillin' walkin' round with a mitt\nI told you when I met you, you know what you can get\nAm I upset? 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Haitians and Italians\n  start_ms: 138660\n  end_ms: 141690\n- text: Punched out they teeth and wore them as medallions\n  start_ms: 141690\n  end_ms: 143520\n- text: Back in the days we called punks undula\n  start_ms: 143520\n  end_ms: 146760\n- text: When people see Doc, they all hail the ruler\n  start_ms: 146760\n  end_ms: 149470\n- text: Calvin is cool, but me, I'm much cooler\n  start_ms: 149470\n  end_ms: 152160\n- text: You riff, you wan' get dissed with me, you know I will duel-ah\n  start_ms: 152160\n  end_ms: 154260\n- text: Cause to be from Brooklyn, yo, that's mandatory\n  start_ms: 154260\n  end_ms: 157210\n- text: You're from the Island, so get off my territory\n  start_ms: 157210\n  end_ms: 159780\n- text: I wear black, I never wore purple\n  start_ms: 159780\n  end_ms: 162130\n- text: If I drew a line where I ruled, you'd walk in a circle\n  start_ms: 162130\n  end_ms: 165210\n- text: Don't try to play me out, maytag\n  start_ms: 165210\n  end_ms: 166980\n- text: You 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Well, just a little bit\n  start_ms: 183270\n  end_ms: 185720\n- text: I told you before not to get me started\n  start_ms: 185720\n  end_ms: 188560\n- text: Cause Doctor Ice is gettin' cold retarded\n  start_ms: 188560\n  end_ms: 191090\n- text: After the battle the undertaker will dress you\n  start_ms: 191090\n  end_ms: 193490\n- text: The good Lord will bless you and the graveyard will rest you\n  start_ms: 193490\n  end_ms: 198070\n- text: (Last night changed it all)\n  start_ms: 198070\n  end_ms: 205600\n- text: I'm as real as reality, not a Greek myth\n  start_ms: 205600\n  end_ms: 208040\n- text: It's time to let you know who you're fuckin' with\n  start_ms: 208040\n  end_ms: 210810\n- text: My rap is magical, stronger than voodoo\n  start_ms: 210810\n  end_ms: 213310\n- text: Your style, it stinks, you know, like doodoo\n  start_ms: 213310\n  end_ms: 216080\n- text: You're shiverin' and shakin' in your Fruit of the Looms\n  start_ms: 216080\n  end_ms: 218400\n- text: Keep it simple, stupid, you'll be next to the tombs\n  start_ms: 218400\n  end_ms: 221050\n- text: Of the other victims, I keep their heads on my shelf\n  start_ms: 221050\n  end_ms: 223650\n- text: If they were resurrected, they'd kill themself\n  start_ms: 223650\n  end_ms: 226250\n- text: I'll never say \"excuse me,\" move out my way, sucker\n  start_ms: 226250\n  end_ms: 228850\n- text: You use \"mister\", I use \"motherfucker\"\n  start_ms: 228850\n  end_ms: 231480\n- text: You thought that E was more well-respected\n  start_ms: 231480\n  end_ms: 234130\n- text: Now you know, stupid, expect the unexpected\n  start_ms: 234130\n  end_ms: 236330\n- text: (Yeah)\n  start_ms: 236330\n  end_ms: 238440\n- text: (Ah hah)\n  start_ms: 238440\n  end_ms: 240880\n- text: We got the mouth to be the boss, the heart to back it up\n  start_ms: 240880\n  end_ms: 244140\n- text: Rhymes come naturally, no need to crack it up\n  start_ms: 244140\n  end_ms: 246500\n- text: But you inflate, make others sick\n  start_ms: 246500\n  end_ms: 248820\n- text: 'And my last and final words: get off my dick!'\n  start_ms: 248820\n  end_ms: 271540\n- text: Diss\n  start_ms: 271540\n  end_ms: 274490\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 274490\nplain: |-\n  No one, nowhere comes close\n  Suckers, step off\n  For Brooklyn brought in pains\n  Suckers\n\n  Diss!\n\n  How dare you tell me in my face that I couldn't rock\n  I make the healthiest man on earth's heart stop\n  If you say another word to interrupt\n  I'll jump out these speakers cold fuck you up\n  But then again I really shouldn't get involved that deep\n  When you talk I smell your breath and you just put me to sleep\n  Thank God I'm only upset, cause if you made me mad\n  I'd hit you so hard I'd have you calling me dad\n  Right here on the spot, bustin' you in the knot\n  Before you know it you'll be screamin', \"He rock, he rock\"\n  Was I too fast for ya, wasn't it clear?\n  The party won't rock unless you get out of here\n  So take your rat-skin coat and step out the door\n  Tell your woman stop callin', I don't want her no more\n  For now sit down, shut up, and then I'll chill\n  But can't nobody say that I ain't that ill\n  I'm the rudest of the rude muthafuckas alive\n  There were six of us left and I shot five\n  To make a long story short and save my breath\n  I'm the only one left, and yo, I'm def!\n  When it come to dissin' I am the champ\n  I heard you tried to buy Adidas with your mother's food stamps\n  Don't know a thing about buyin' clothes\n  Tried to buy Pro-Keds and you got Ked-Pros (Diss)\n  Now let me get a little harder\n  Your mother's pregnant again and I'm the father\n  And if you think I'm lyin' by just a notch\n  Ask your father, he sat and watched (Diss)\n\n  Step off with that old riffin', stop playin' me close\n  I'm not a sucker, I got heart and I'm from the East Coast\n  5'8\" with brown eyes, yo, the girls say I'm cute\n  But I'm strappin' .45s and I ain't afraid to shoot\n  I came across brothers whose bass wasn't blessed\n  It phased me none cause I broke ribs and necks\n  Beat up Jamaicans, Jews, Haitians and Italians\n  Punched out they teeth and wore them as medallions\n  Back in the days we called punks undula\n  When people see Doc, they all hail the ruler\n  Calvin is cool, but me, I'm much cooler\n  You riff, you wan' get dissed with me, you know I will duel-ah\n  Cause to be from Brooklyn, yo, that's mandatory\n  You're from the Island, so get off my territory\n  I wear black, I never wore purple\n  If I drew a line where I ruled, you'd walk in a circle\n  Don't try to play me out, maytag\n  You better hold my belt and follow my footsteps, fag\n  Cause this is the Doc with the surgical gas\n  Dislocate your mouth and you'll be talkin out yo' ass\n  Cause that's what you talk is a bunch of bullshit\n  While I be cold chillin' walkin' round with a mitt\n  I told you when I met you, you know what you can get\n  Am I upset? Well, just a little bit\n  I told you before not to get me started\n  Cause Doctor Ice is gettin' cold retarded\n  After the battle the undertaker will dress you\n  The good Lord will bless you and the graveyard will rest you\n  (Last night changed it all)\n\n  I'm as real as reality, not a Greek myth\n  It's time to let you know who you're fuckin' with\n  My rap is magical, stronger than voodoo\n  Your style, it stinks, you know, like doodoo\n  You're shiverin' and shakin' in your Fruit of the Looms\n  Keep it simple, stupid, you'll be next to the tombs\n  Of the other victims, I keep their heads on my shelf\n  If they were resurrected, they'd kill themself\n  I'll never say \"excuse me,\" move out my way, sucker\n  You use \"mister\", I use \"motherfucker\"\n  You thought that E was more well-respected\n  Now you know, stupid, expect the unexpected\n  (Yeah)\n  (Ah hah)\n  We got the mouth to be the boss, the heart to back it up\n  Rhymes come naturally, no need to crack it up\n  But you inflate, make others sick\n  And my last and final words: get off my dick!\n\n  Diss\n"}]