[{"id":33451995,"name":"Mandingo (Instrumental)","trackName":"Mandingo (Instrumental)","artistName":"Wu-Tang Clan","albumName":"Best Of Wu-Tang Clan","duration":274.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"The Mandingo style takes a strong back and total breath control\nIf properly mastered, one's skin becomes impervious to swords\nSpears, and fire, even bullets\nUltimately, one becomes invincible\nI'd like to see if you can master my deadly shaolin technique\nFlying fist\nRight\nChef-sharpened blade\nIt's got fearsome strength\nYou bastard\nOh, shit\nMy design is like fine wine drip\nCaught in Spellman, yo, he jumped out of a bag with a bliff\nKept coughing with a mask on, his flow was windy\nKept flowing, pardon me, the scarf was Fendi\nCopping too much shit for the wiz\nOther day, she tried to drive the car right up the bridge\nI was highed out, you know the steeze since the Ellesse was striped\nI'm just a big hustle nigga with my guns from Dyckman\nRunnin' like Starks and them hands are flooded\nThirty-fifth, slipped up on the roof and puffed 'em\nWe gonna shoot everything that ain't ours\nNow we went to loot everything and bring flowers\n'Bout the gas like the reefer in the glass I flex\nGet your bling on, eat out in Pakistan, yo, let's\nShoot big for the stars, you layin' out\nAnd represent the big mighty bars you layin' now\nOne hundred\nYeah, ask the mass if rebel is rude\nI put my feet on your table, spit in your food\nIt's a small thing, you an offspring\nYoung boy, lose your tongue, boy, watch how you talk to a king\nYou heard me? I'm built sturdy\nStill in the field, dirty\nAmazon in my prime, I bring it real early\nLike that, get it right and exact\nTell a wiretap I be on money like tax\nAllah math, marvelous craft, carving the path\nI charge 2K every bar and a half\nCounting cash in the rec room, bumping that Deck tune\nRespect for a select few, the rest is F you\nHip-hop, Deck keep it fresher than Ziploc\nSee me in the S6 whippin' through gridlock\nBig shot, stealing your meal, you on Ramadan\nI'm all day with the smoke like Tommy Chong\nHold the iron mic steady, one eye on the fetty\nOther eye on the petty, start the clock, I'm ready\nMy name hold weight on the block, all heavy\nAs a father, I figured y'all popped already\nGot shot already\nI'm pissed in the plot, y'all buried\nRollie on the watch, all presi'\nMy drive to the top Andretti\nAnd beyond contrary, lot of paper gettin' dropped, confetti\nSuckers try to knock me out the box, like Skelly\nOnce upon a time, this is not like Shkreli\nThe script on the pot, not Reggie\nWe cop, but the cops know this twelve play is not R. Kelly\nSmell me? Don't try and tell me I ain't necessary\nI'm legendary, Bone Crusher, I ain't never scary\nSee ordinarily, I'm just extraordinary\nYour iron lung technique is unmatched\nIt's top notch, it's incredible, it's unbeatable\nRight\nBeware the iron lung\nThere are so many Wu-Tang styles to choose from\nRight, I'd like to try your poppy wardrobe style\nForgive me, master\nBig rings on the finger, truck all glittery\nLadies love Cappa 'cause I'm still chivalry\nMy name on the thousand, you know I keep browsing\nKiss 'em on the face, unbutton they blouses\nKeep a nice pair of kicks, beautiful trousers\nAll my gators get money and hustle a lot\nIf you violate me, then I'ma spoil your plot\nGravitate, stupid-ass crabs, we eradicate\nNo disrespect, it's only dollars we collect\nNiggas go hard, so protect your neck\nHood life, that's what I should like, we stood right\nPussy all day, wish honeys a good night\nI'm pushy all ways and my money's a good fight\nI bite your ear off when it's time to get hype\nPoppy wardrobe king, all kinds of outfits\nMy whole repertoire is just rounds and outlets\nI don't gotta worry 'cause y'all don't know nothin'\nI be outside and y'all be so frontin'\nTry to ride with y'all, but y'all no function\nStop tryna rhyme, none of y'all can spit\nFuck all of y'all, you can suck my\nYour technique is second to none\nRight\nThat was a magnificent display of the Mandingo style\nQuite impressive\nRight, now witness my shaolin sword style\nSplendid\nClan and Mathematics\nWe do it for everybody, even the maggots","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Mandingo (Instrumental)\n  artist: Wu-Tang Clan\n  album: Best Of Wu-Tang Clan\n  duration_ms: 274000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  The Mandingo style takes a strong back and total breath control\n  If properly mastered, one's skin becomes impervious to swords\n  Spears, and fire, even bullets\n  Ultimately, one becomes invincible\n  I'd like to see if you can master my deadly shaolin technique\n  Flying fist\n  Right\n  Chef-sharpened blade\n  It's got fearsome strength\n  You bastard\n  Oh, shit\n  My design is like fine wine drip\n  Caught in Spellman, yo, he jumped out of a bag with a bliff\n  Kept coughing with a mask on, his flow was windy\n  Kept flowing, pardon me, the scarf was Fendi\n  Copping too much shit for the wiz\n  Other day, she tried to drive the car right up the bridge\n  I was highed out, you know the steeze since the Ellesse was striped\n  I'm just a big hustle nigga with my guns from Dyckman\n  Runnin' like Starks and them hands are flooded\n  Thirty-fifth, slipped up on the roof and puffed 'em\n  We gonna shoot everything that ain't ours\n  Now we went to loot everything and bring flowers\n  'Bout the gas like the reefer in the glass I flex\n  Get your bling on, eat out in Pakistan, yo, let's\n  Shoot big for the stars, you layin' out\n  And represent the big mighty bars you layin' now\n  One hundred\n  Yeah, ask the mass if rebel is rude\n  I put my feet on your table, spit in your food\n  It's a small thing, you an offspring\n  Young boy, lose your tongue, boy, watch how you talk to a king\n  You heard me? I'm built sturdy\n  Still in the field, dirty\n  Amazon in my prime, I bring it real early\n  Like that, get it right and exact\n  Tell a wiretap I be on money like tax\n  Allah math, marvelous craft, carving the path\n  I charge 2K every bar and a half\n  Counting cash in the rec room, bumping that Deck tune\n  Respect for a select few, the rest is F you\n  Hip-hop, Deck keep it fresher than Ziploc\n  See me in the S6 whippin' through gridlock\n  Big shot, stealing your meal, you on Ramadan\n  I'm all day with the smoke like Tommy Chong\n  Hold the iron mic steady, one eye on the fetty\n  Other eye on the petty, start the clock, I'm ready\n  My name hold weight on the block, all heavy\n  As a father, I figured y'all popped already\n  Got shot already\n  I'm pissed in the plot, y'all buried\n  Rollie on the watch, all presi'\n  My drive to the top Andretti\n  And beyond contrary, lot of paper gettin' dropped, confetti\n  Suckers try to knock me out the box, like Skelly\n  Once upon a time, this is not like Shkreli\n  The script on the pot, not Reggie\n  We cop, but the cops know this twelve play is not R. Kelly\n  Smell me? Don't try and tell me I ain't necessary\n  I'm legendary, Bone Crusher, I ain't never scary\n  See ordinarily, I'm just extraordinary\n  Your iron lung technique is unmatched\n  It's top notch, it's incredible, it's unbeatable\n  Right\n  Beware the iron lung\n  There are so many Wu-Tang styles to choose from\n  Right, I'd like to try your poppy wardrobe style\n  Forgive me, master\n  Big rings on the finger, truck all glittery\n  Ladies love Cappa 'cause I'm still chivalry\n  My name on the thousand, you know I keep browsing\n  Kiss 'em on the face, unbutton they blouses\n  Keep a nice pair of kicks, beautiful trousers\n  All my gators get money and hustle a lot\n  If you violate me, then I'ma spoil your plot\n  Gravitate, stupid-ass crabs, we eradicate\n  No disrespect, it's only dollars we collect\n  Niggas go hard, so protect your neck\n  Hood life, that's what I should like, we stood right\n  Pussy all day, wish honeys a good night\n  I'm pushy all ways and my money's a good fight\n  I bite your ear off when it's time to get hype\n  Poppy wardrobe king, all kinds of outfits\n  My whole repertoire is just rounds and outlets\n  I don't gotta worry 'cause y'all don't know nothin'\n  I be outside and y'all be so frontin'\n  Try to ride with y'all, but y'all no function\n  Stop tryna rhyme, none of y'all can spit\n  Fuck all of y'all, you can suck my\n  Your technique is second to none\n  Right\n  That was a magnificent display of the Mandingo style\n  Quite impressive\n  Right, now witness my shaolin sword style\n  Splendid\n  Clan and Mathematics\n  We do it for everybody, even the maggots\n"},{"id":18092576,"name":"Mandingo","trackName":"Mandingo","artistName":"Wu-Tang Clan","albumName":"Mandingo","duration":269.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"The Mandingo style takes a strong back and total breath control\nIf properly mastered, one's skin becomes impervious to swords\nSpears, and fire, even bullets\nUltimately, one becomes invincible\nI'd like to see if you can master my deadly shaolin technique\nFlying fist\nRight\nChef-sharpened blade\nIt's got fearsome strength\nYou bastard\nOh, shit\nMy design is like fine wine drip\nCaught in Spellman, yo, he jumped out of a bag with a bliff\nKept coughing with a mask on, his flow was windy\nKept flowing, pardon me, the scarf was Fendi\nCopping too much shit for the wiz\nOther day, she tried to drive the car right up the bridge\nI was highed out, you know the steeze since the Ellesse was striped\nI'm just a big hustle nigga with my guns from Dyckman\nRunnin' like Starks and them hands are flooded\nThirty-fifth, slipped up on the roof and puffed 'em\nWe gonna shoot everything that ain't ours\nNow we went to loot everything and bring flowers\n'Bout the gas like the reefer in the glass I flex\nGet your bling on, eat out in Pakistan, yo, let's\nShoot big for the stars, you layin' out\nAnd represent the big mighty bars you layin' now\nOne hundred\nYeah, ask the mass if rebel is rude\nI put my feet on your table, spit in your food\nIt's a small thing, you an offspring\nYoung boy, lose your tongue, boy, watch how you talk to a king\nYou heard me? I'm built sturdy\nStill in the field, dirty\nAmazon in my prime, I bring it real early\nLike that, get it right and exact\nTell a wiretap I be on money like tax\nAllah math, marvelous craft, carving the path\nI charge 2K every bar and a half\nCounting cash in the rec room, bumping that Deck tune\nRespect for a select few, the rest is F you\nHip-hop, Deck keep it fresher than Ziploc\nSee me in the S6 whippin' through gridlock\nBig shot, stealing your meal, you on Ramadan\nI'm all day with the smoke like Tommy Chong\nHold the iron mic steady, one eye on the fetty\nOther eye on the petty, start the clock, I'm ready\nMy name hold weight on the block, all heavy\nAs a father, I figured y'all popped already\nGot shot already\nI'm pissed in the plot, y'all buried\nRollie on the watch, all presi'\nMy drive to the top Andretti\nAnd beyond contrary, lot of paper gettin' dropped, confetti\nSuckers try to knock me out the box, like Skelly\nOnce upon a time, this is not like Shkreli\nThe script on the pot, not Reggie\nWe cop, but the cops know this twelve play is not R. Kelly\nSmell me? Don't try and tell me I ain't necessary\nI'm legendary, Bone Crusher, I ain't never scary\nSee ordinarily, I'm just extraordinary\nYour iron lung technique is unmatched\nIt's top notch, it's incredible, it's unbeatable\nRight\nBeware the iron lung\nThere are so many Wu-Tang styles to choose from\nRight, I'd like to try your poppy wardrobe style\nForgive me, master\nBig rings on the finger, truck all glittery\nLadies love Cappa 'cause I'm still chivalry\nMy name on the thousand, you know I keep browsing\nKiss 'em on the face, unbutton they blouses\nKeep a nice pair of kicks, beautiful trousers\nAll my gators get money and hustle a lot\nIf you violate me, then I'ma spoil your plot\nGravitate, stupid-ass crabs, we eradicate\nNo disrespect, it's only dollars we collect\nNiggas go hard, so protect your neck\nHood life, that's what I should like, we stood right\nPussy all day, wish honeys a good night\nI'm pushy all ways and my money's a good fight\nI bite your ear off when it's time to get hype\nPoppy wardrobe king, all kinds of outfits\nMy whole repertoire is just rounds and outlets\nI don't gotta worry 'cause y'all don't know nothin'\nI be outside and y'all be so frontin'\nTry to ride with y'all, but y'all no function\nStop tryna rhyme, none of y'all can spit\nFuck all of y'all, you can suck my\nYour technique is second to none\nRight\nThat was a magnificent display of the Mandingo style\nQuite impressive\nRight, now witness my shaolin sword style\nSplendid\nClan and Mathematics\nWe do it for everybody, even the maggots","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Mandingo\n  artist: Wu-Tang Clan\n  album: Mandingo\n  duration_ms: 269000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  The Mandingo style takes a strong back and total breath control\n  If properly mastered, one's skin becomes impervious to swords\n  Spears, and fire, even bullets\n  Ultimately, one becomes invincible\n  I'd like to see if you can master my deadly shaolin technique\n  Flying fist\n  Right\n  Chef-sharpened blade\n  It's got fearsome strength\n  You bastard\n  Oh, shit\n  My design is like fine wine drip\n  Caught in Spellman, yo, he jumped out of a bag with a bliff\n  Kept coughing with a mask on, his flow was windy\n  Kept flowing, pardon me, the scarf was Fendi\n  Copping too much shit for the wiz\n  Other day, she tried to drive the car right up the bridge\n  I was highed out, you know the steeze since the Ellesse was striped\n  I'm just a big hustle nigga with my guns from Dyckman\n  Runnin' like Starks and them hands are flooded\n  Thirty-fifth, slipped up on the roof and puffed 'em\n  We gonna shoot everything that ain't ours\n  Now we went to loot everything and bring flowers\n  'Bout the gas like the reefer in the glass I flex\n  Get your bling on, eat out in Pakistan, yo, let's\n  Shoot big for the stars, you layin' out\n  And represent the big mighty bars you layin' now\n  One hundred\n  Yeah, ask the mass if rebel is rude\n  I put my feet on your table, spit in your food\n  It's a small thing, you an offspring\n  Young boy, lose your tongue, boy, watch how you talk to a king\n  You heard me? I'm built sturdy\n  Still in the field, dirty\n  Amazon in my prime, I bring it real early\n  Like that, get it right and exact\n  Tell a wiretap I be on money like tax\n  Allah math, marvelous craft, carving the path\n  I charge 2K every bar and a half\n  Counting cash in the rec room, bumping that Deck tune\n  Respect for a select few, the rest is F you\n  Hip-hop, Deck keep it fresher than Ziploc\n  See me in the S6 whippin' through gridlock\n  Big shot, stealing your meal, you on Ramadan\n  I'm all day with the smoke like Tommy Chong\n  Hold the iron mic steady, one eye on the fetty\n  Other eye on the petty, start the clock, I'm ready\n  My name hold weight on the block, all heavy\n  As a father, I figured y'all popped already\n  Got shot already\n  I'm pissed in the plot, y'all buried\n  Rollie on the watch, all presi'\n  My drive to the top Andretti\n  And beyond contrary, lot of paper gettin' dropped, confetti\n  Suckers try to knock me out the box, like Skelly\n  Once upon a time, this is not like Shkreli\n  The script on the pot, not Reggie\n  We cop, but the cops know this twelve play is not R. Kelly\n  Smell me? Don't try and tell me I ain't necessary\n  I'm legendary, Bone Crusher, I ain't never scary\n  See ordinarily, I'm just extraordinary\n  Your iron lung technique is unmatched\n  It's top notch, it's incredible, it's unbeatable\n  Right\n  Beware the iron lung\n  There are so many Wu-Tang styles to choose from\n  Right, I'd like to try your poppy wardrobe style\n  Forgive me, master\n  Big rings on the finger, truck all glittery\n  Ladies love Cappa 'cause I'm still chivalry\n  My name on the thousand, you know I keep browsing\n  Kiss 'em on the face, unbutton they blouses\n  Keep a nice pair of kicks, beautiful trousers\n  All my gators get money and hustle a lot\n  If you violate me, then I'ma spoil your plot\n  Gravitate, stupid-ass crabs, we eradicate\n  No disrespect, it's only dollars we collect\n  Niggas go hard, so protect your neck\n  Hood life, that's what I should like, we stood right\n  Pussy all day, wish honeys a good night\n  I'm pushy all ways and my money's a good fight\n  I bite your ear off when it's time to get hype\n  Poppy wardrobe king, all kinds of outfits\n  My whole repertoire is just rounds and outlets\n  I don't gotta worry 'cause y'all don't know nothin'\n  I be outside and y'all be so frontin'\n  Try to ride with y'all, but y'all no function\n  Stop tryna rhyme, none of y'all can spit\n  Fuck all of y'all, you can suck my\n  Your technique is second to none\n  Right\n  That was a magnificent display of the Mandingo style\n  Quite impressive\n  Right, now witness my shaolin sword style\n  Splendid\n  Clan and Mathematics\n  We do it for everybody, even the maggots\n"},{"id":21891617,"name":"Mandingo","trackName":"Mandingo","artistName":"Wu‐Tang Clan","albumName":"Mandingo","duration":268.669388,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"The Mandingo style takes a strong back and total breath control\nIf properly mastered\nOne's skin becomes impervious to swords, spears, and fire, even bullets\nUltimately, one becomes invincible\nI'd like to see if you can master my deadly Shaolin technique\nFlying fist\nRight\nChef-sharpened blade\nIt's got fearsome strength\nYou bastard\nOh, shit\n\nMy design is like fine wine drip, caught in Spellman\nYo, he jumped out of a bag with a bliff\nKept coughing with a mask on, his flow was windy\nKept flowing, pardon me, the scarf was Fendi\nCopping too much shit for the wiz\nOther day, she tried to drive the god right up the bridge\nI was highed out, you know the steeze since the Ellesse was striped\nI'm just a big hustle nigga with my guns from Dyckman\n\nRunnin' like Starks and them, hands is flooded\n35th, slipped up on the roof and puffed 'em\nWe wanna shoot everything that ain't ours\nNow we want the loot every day and bring flowers\nGot the gas like the reefer in my glass I flex\nGet your bling on, eat out in Pakistan, yo, let's\nShoot big for the stars who layin' down\nAnd represent them big mighty bars you layin' now, one hundred\n\nYeah, ask the mass if Rebel is rude\nI put my feet on your table, hawk-tuah, spit in your food\nIt's a small thing, you an offspring\nYoung boy, lose your tongue, boy, watch how you talk to a king\nYou heard me? I'm built sturdy, still in the field, dirty\nAmazon in my prime, I bring it real early\nLike that, get it right and exact\nTell a wiretap I be on money like tax\n\nAllah Math, marvelous craft, carving the path\nI charge 2K every bar and a half\nCounting cash in the rec room, bumping that Deck tune\nRespect for select few, the rest is F you\nHip-hop, Deck keep it fresher than Ziploc\nSee me in the S6, whippin' through gridlock\nBig shot, stealing your meal, you on Ramadan\nI'm all day with the smoke like Tommy Chong\n\nHold the iron mic steady, one eye on the fetty\nOther eye on the petty, start the Glock, I'm ready\nMy name hold weight on the block, all heavy\nAs a father, I figured y'all popped already\nGot shot already, I'm pissed in the plot, y'all buried\nRollie on the watch all presi'\nMy drive to the top Andretti\nAnd beyond contrary, lot of paper gettin' dropped, confetti\n\nSuckers try to knock me out the box like Skelly\nOnce upon a time, this is not like Shkreli\nThe script on the pot, not reggie\nWe cop, but the cops know this 12 play is not R. Kelly\nSmell me? Don't try and tell me I ain't necessary\nI'm legendary, Bone Crusher, I ain't never scary\nSee, ordinarily, I'm just extra extraordinary\n\nYour Iron Lung technique is unmatched\nIt's top-notch\nIt's incredible\nIt's unbeatable\nRight\nBeware the Iron Lung\nThere are so many Wu-Tang styles to choose from\nRight, I'd like to try your Poppy Wardrobe style\nForgive me, master\n\nBig rings on the finger, truck all glittery\nLadies love Cappa 'cause I'm still chivalry\nMy name on the thousand, you know I keep browsing\nKiss 'em on the face, unbutton they blouses\nKeep a nice pair of kicks, beautiful trousers\nAll my gators get money and hustle a lot\nIf you violate me, then I'ma spoil your plot\nGravitate, stupid-ass crabs, we eradicate\n\nNo disrespect, it's only dollars we collect\nNiggas go hard, so protect your neck\nHood life, that's what I should like, we stood right\nPussy all day, wish honeys a good night\nI'm pushy all ways and my money's a good fight\nI bite your ear off when it's time to get hype (get hype)\nPoppy Wardrobe king, all kinds of outfits\nMy whole repertoire is just rhymes and outlets\n\nI don't gotta worry 'cause y'all don't know nothing\nI be outside and y'all be so fronting\nTry to ride with y'all, but y'all don't know function\nStop tryin' to rhyme, none of y'all can spit\nFuck all of y'all, you can suck my -\n\nYour technique is second to none\nRight\nThat was a magnificent display of the Mandingo style\nQuite impressive\nRight, now witness my Shaolin sword style\nSplendid\nClan and Mathematics\nWe do it for everybody, even the maggots","syncedLyrics":"[00:06.22] The Mandingo style takes a strong back and total breath control\n[00:10.13] If properly mastered\n[00:11.58] One's skin becomes impervious to swords, spears, and fire, even bullets\n[00:16.17] Ultimately, one becomes invincible\n[00:18.95] I'd like to see if you can master my deadly Shaolin technique\n[00:21.47] Flying fist\n[00:22.26] Right\n[00:23.25] Chef-sharpened blade\n[00:25.10] It's got fearsome strength\n[00:26.66] You bastard\n[00:31.82] Oh, shit\n[00:34.98] My design is like fine wine drip, caught in Spellman\n[00:37.83] Yo, he jumped out of a bag with a bliff\n[00:39.68] Kept coughing with a mask on, his flow was windy\n[00:42.11] Kept flowing, pardon me, the scarf was Fendi\n[00:44.44] Copping too much shit for the wiz\n[00:46.13] Other day, she tried to drive the god right up the bridge\n[00:48.71] I was highed out, you know the steeze since the Ellesse was striped\n[00:51.37] I'm just a big hustle nigga with my guns from Dyckman\n[00:53.96] Runnin' like Starks and them, hands is flooded\n[00:56.25] 35th, slipped up on the roof and puffed 'em\n[00:58.21] We wanna shoot everything that ain't ours\n[01:00.58] Now we want the loot every day and bring flowers\n[01:02.82] Got the gas like the reefer in my glass I flex\n[01:05.49] Get your bling on, eat out in Pakistan, yo, let's\n[01:07.84] Shoot big for the stars who layin' down\n[01:09.92] And represent them big mighty bars you layin' now, one hundred\n[01:20.97] Yeah, ask the mass if Rebel is rude\n[01:23.79] I put my feet on your table, hawk-tuah, spit in your food\n[01:26.60] It's a small thing, you an offspring\n[01:28.62] Young boy, lose your tongue, boy, watch how you talk to a king\n[01:31.33] You heard me? I'm built sturdy, still in the field, dirty\n[01:34.23] Amazon in my prime, I bring it real early\n[01:36.60] Like that, get it right and exact\n[01:38.40] Tell a wiretap I be on money like tax\n[01:41.07] Allah Math, marvelous craft, carving the path\n[01:43.36] I charge 2K every bar and a half\n[01:45.45] Counting cash in the rec room, bumping that Deck tune\n[01:48.11] Respect for select few, the rest is F you\n[01:50.77] Hip-hop, Deck keep it fresher than Ziploc\n[01:52.71] See me in the S6, whippin' through gridlock\n[01:55.12] Big shot, stealing your meal, you on Ramadan\n[01:57.85] I'm all day with the smoke like Tommy Chong\n[01:59.75] Hold the iron mic steady, one eye on the fetty\n[02:02.01] Other eye on the petty, start the Glock, I'm ready\n[02:04.55] My name hold weight on the block, all heavy\n[02:06.58] As a father, I figured y'all popped already\n[02:09.04] Got shot already, I'm pissed in the plot, y'all buried\n[02:12.26] Rollie on the watch all presi'\n[02:13.85] My drive to the top Andretti\n[02:15.50] And beyond contrary, lot of paper gettin' dropped, confetti\n[02:18.73] Suckers try to knock me out the box like Skelly\n[02:21.16] Once upon a time, this is not like Shkreli\n[02:23.28] The script on the pot, not reggie\n[02:25.16] We cop, but the cops know this 12 play is not R. Kelly\n[02:28.26] Smell me? 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Kelly\nSmell me? 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I'm built sturdy, still in the field, dirty\nAmazon in my prime, I bring it real early\nLike that, get it right and exact\nTell a wiretap I be on money like tax\n\nAllah Math, marvelous craft, carving the path\nI charge 2K every bar and a half\nCounting cash in the rec room, bumping that Deck tune\nRespect for select few, the rest is F you\nHip-hop, Deck keep it fresher than Ziploc\nSee me in the S6, whippin' through gridlock\nBig shot, stealing your meal, you on Ramadan\nI'm all day with the smoke like Tommy Chong\n\nHold the iron mic steady, one eye on the fetty\nOther eye on the petty, start the Glock, I'm ready\nMy name hold weight on the block, all heavy\nAs a father, I figured y'all popped already\nGot shot already, I'm pissed in the plot, y'all buried\nRollie on the watch all presi'\nMy drive to the top Andretti\nAnd beyond contrary, lot of paper gettin' dropped, confetti\n\nSuckers try to knock me out the box like Skelly\nOnce upon a time, this is not like Shkreli\nThe script on the pot, not reggie\nWe cop, but the cops know this 12 play is not R. 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Don't try and tell me I ain't necessary\nI'm legendary, Bone Crusher, I ain't never scary\nSee, ordinarily, I'm just extra extraordinary\n\nYour Iron Lung technique is unmatched\nIt's top-notch\nIt's incredible\nIt's unbeatable\nRight\nBeware the Iron Lung\nThere are so many Wu-Tang styles to choose from\nRight, I'd like to try your Poppy Wardrobe style\nForgive me, master\n\nBig rings on the finger, truck all glittery\nLadies love Cappa 'cause I'm still chivalry\nMy name on the thousand, you know I keep browsing\nKiss 'em on the face, unbutton they blouses\nKeep a nice pair of kicks, beautiful trousers\nAll my gators get money and hustle a lot\nIf you violate me, then I'ma spoil your plot\nGravitate, stupid-ass crabs, we eradicate\n\nNo disrespect, it's only dollars we collect\nNiggas go hard, so protect your neck\nHood life, that's what I should like, we stood right\nPussy all day, wish honeys a good night\nI'm pushy all ways and my money's a good fight\nI bite your ear off when it's time to get hype (get hype)\nPoppy Wardrobe king, all kinds of outfits\nMy whole repertoire is just rhymes and outlets\n\nI don't gotta worry 'cause y'all don't know nothing\nI be outside and y'all be so fronting\nTry to ride with y'all, but y'all don't know function\nStop tryin' to rhyme, none of y'all can spit\nFuck all of y'all, you can suck my -\n\nYour technique is second to none\nRight\nThat was a magnificent display of the Mandingo style\nQuite impressive\nRight, now witness my Shaolin sword style\nSplendid\nClan and Mathematics\nWe do it for everybody, even the maggots","syncedLyrics":"[00:06.22] The Mandingo style takes a strong back and total breath control\n[00:10.13] If properly mastered\n[00:11.58] One's skin becomes impervious to swords, spears, and fire, even bullets\n[00:16.17] Ultimately, one becomes invincible\n[00:18.95] I'd like to see if you can master my deadly Shaolin technique\n[00:21.47] Flying fist\n[00:22.26] Right\n[00:23.25] Chef-sharpened blade\n[00:25.10] It's got fearsome strength\n[00:26.66] You bastard\n[00:31.82] Oh, shit\n[00:34.98] My design is like fine wine drip, caught in Spellman\n[00:37.83] Yo, he jumped out of a bag with a bliff\n[00:39.68] Kept coughing with a mask on, his flow was windy\n[00:42.11] Kept flowing, pardon me, the scarf was Fendi\n[00:44.44] Copping too much shit for the wiz\n[00:46.13] Other day, she tried to drive the god right up the bridge\n[00:48.71] I was highed out, you know the steeze since the Ellesse was striped\n[00:51.37] I'm just a big hustle nigga with my guns from Dyckman\n[00:53.96] Runnin' like Starks and them, hands is flooded\n[00:56.25] 35th, slipped up on the roof and puffed 'em\n[00:58.21] We wanna shoot everything that ain't ours\n[01:00.58] Now we want the loot every day and bring flowers\n[01:02.82] Got the gas like the reefer in my glass I flex\n[01:05.49] Get your bling on, eat out in Pakistan, yo, let's\n[01:07.84] Shoot big for the stars who layin' down\n[01:09.92] And represent them big mighty bars you layin' now, one hundred\n[01:20.97] Yeah, ask the mass if Rebel is rude\n[01:23.79] I put my feet on your table, hawk-tuah, spit in your food\n[01:26.60] It's a small thing, you an offspring\n[01:28.62] Young boy, lose your tongue, boy, watch how you talk to a king\n[01:31.33] You heard me? 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Kelly\n  Smell me? 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Don't try and tell me I ain't necessary\nI'm legendary, Bone Crusher, I ain't never scary\nSee, ordinarily, I'm just extra extraordinary\n\nYour Iron Lung technique is unmatched\nIt's top-notch\nIt's incredible\nIt's unbeatable\nRight\nBeware the Iron Lung\nThere are so many Wu-Tang styles to choose from\nRight, I'd like to try your Poppy Wardrobe style\nForgive me, master\n\nBig rings on the finger, truck all glittery\nLadies love Cappa 'cause I'm still chivalry\nMy name on the thousand, you know I keep browsing\nKiss 'em on the face, unbutton they blouses\nKeep a nice pair of kicks, beautiful trousers\nAll my gators get money and hustle a lot\nIf you violate me, then I'ma spoil your plot\nGravitate, stupid-ass crabs, we eradicate\n\nNo disrespect, it's only dollars we collect\nNiggas go hard, so protect your neck\nHood life, that's what I should like, we stood right\nPussy all day, wish honeys a good night\nI'm pushy all ways and my money's a good fight\nI bite your ear off when it's time to get hype (get hype)\nPoppy Wardrobe king, all kinds of outfits\nMy whole repertoire is just rhymes and outlets\n\nI don't gotta worry 'cause y'all don't know nothing\nI be outside and y'all be so fronting\nTry to ride with y'all, but y'all don't know function\nStop tryin' to rhyme, none of y'all can spit\nFuck all of y'all, you can suck my -\n\nYour technique is second to none\nRight\nThat was a magnificent display of the Mandingo style\nQuite impressive\nRight, now witness my Shaolin sword style\nSplendid\nClan and Mathematics\nWe do it for everybody, even the maggots","syncedLyrics":"[00:06.22] The Mandingo style takes a strong back and total breath control\n[00:10.13] If properly mastered\n[00:11.58] One's skin becomes impervious to swords, spears, and fire, even bullets\n[00:16.17] Ultimately, one becomes invincible\n[00:18.95] I'd like to see if you can master my deadly Shaolin technique\n[00:21.47] Flying fist\n[00:22.26] Right\n[00:23.25] Chef-sharpened blade\n[00:25.10] It's got fearsome strength\n[00:26.66] You bastard\n[00:31.82] Oh, shit\n[00:34.98] My design is like fine wine drip, caught in Spellman\n[00:37.83] Yo, he jumped out of a bag with a bliff\n[00:39.68] Kept coughing with a mask on, his flow was windy\n[00:42.11] Kept flowing, pardon me, the scarf was Fendi\n[00:44.44] Copping too much shit for the wiz\n[00:46.13] Other day, she tried to drive the god right up the bridge\n[00:48.71] I was highed out, you know the steeze since the Ellesse was striped\n[00:51.37] I'm just a big hustle nigga with my guns from Dyckman\n[00:53.96] Runnin' like Starks and them, hands is flooded\n[00:56.25] 35th, slipped up on the roof and puffed 'em\n[00:58.21] We wanna shoot everything that ain't ours\n[01:00.58] Now we want the loot every day and bring flowers\n[01:02.82] Got the gas like the reefer in my glass I flex\n[01:05.49] Get your bling on, eat out in Pakistan, yo, let's\n[01:07.84] Shoot big for the stars who layin' down\n[01:09.92] And represent them big mighty bars you layin' now, one hundred\n[01:20.97] Yeah, ask the mass if Rebel is rude\n[01:23.79] I put my feet on your table, hawk-tuah, spit in your food\n[01:26.60] It's a small thing, you an offspring\n[01:28.62] Young boy, lose your tongue, boy, watch how you talk to a king\n[01:31.33] You heard me? 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Kelly\nSmell me? Don't try and tell me I ain't necessary\nI'm legendary, Bone Crusher, I ain't never scary\nSee, ordinarily, I'm just extra extraordinary\n\nYour Iron Lung technique is unmatched\nIt's top-notch\nIt's incredible\nIt's unbeatable\nRight\nBeware the Iron Lung\nThere are so many Wu-Tang styles to choose from\nRight, I'd like to try your Poppy Wardrobe style\nForgive me, master\n\nBig rings on the finger, truck all glittery\nLadies love Cappa 'cause I'm still chivalry\nMy name on the thousand, you know I keep browsing\nKiss 'em on the face, unbutton they blouses\nKeep a nice pair of kicks, beautiful trousers\nAll my gators get money and hustle a lot\nIf you violate me, then I'ma spoil your plot\nGravitate, stupid-ass crabs, we eradicate\n\nNo disrespect, it's only dollars we collect\nNiggas go hard, so protect your neck\nHood life, that's what I should like, we stood right\nPussy all day, wish honeys a good night\nI'm pushy all ways and my money's a good fight\nI bite your ear off when it's time to get hype (get hype)\nPoppy Wardrobe king, all kinds of outfits\nMy whole repertoire is just rhymes and outlets\n\nI don't gotta worry 'cause y'all don't know nothing\nI be outside and y'all be so fronting\nTry to ride with y'all, but y'all don't know function\nStop tryin' to rhyme, none of y'all can spit\nFuck all of y'all, you can suck my -\n\nYour technique is second to none\nRight\nThat was a magnificent display of the Mandingo style\nQuite impressive\nRight, now witness my Shaolin sword style\nSplendid\nClan and Mathematics\nWe do it for everybody, even the maggots","syncedLyrics":"[00:06.22] The Mandingo style takes a strong back and total breath control\n[00:10.13] If properly mastered\n[00:11.58] One's skin becomes impervious to swords, spears, and fire, even bullets\n[00:16.17] Ultimately, one becomes invincible\n[00:18.95] I'd like to see if you can master my deadly Shaolin technique\n[00:21.47] Flying fist\n[00:22.26] Right\n[00:23.25] Chef-sharpened blade\n[00:25.10] It's got fearsome strength\n[00:26.66] You bastard\n[00:31.82] Oh, shit\n[00:34.98] My design is like fine wine drip, caught in Spellman\n[00:37.83] Yo, he jumped out of a bag with a bliff\n[00:39.68] Kept coughing with a mask on, his flow was windy\n[00:42.11] Kept flowing, pardon me, the scarf was Fendi\n[00:44.44] Copping too much shit for the wiz\n[00:46.13] Other day, she tried to drive the god right up the bridge\n[00:48.71] I was highed out, you know the steeze since the Ellesse was striped\n[00:51.37] I'm just a big hustle nigga with my guns from Dyckman\n[00:53.96] Runnin' like Starks and them, hands is flooded\n[00:56.25] 35th, slipped up on the roof and puffed 'em\n[00:58.21] We wanna shoot everything that ain't ours\n[01:00.58] Now we want the loot every day and bring flowers\n[01:02.82] Got the gas like the reefer in my glass I flex\n[01:05.49] Get your bling on, eat out in Pakistan, yo, let's\n[01:07.84] Shoot big for the stars who layin' down\n[01:09.92] And represent them big mighty bars you layin' now, one hundred\n[01:20.97] Yeah, ask the mass if Rebel is rude\n[01:23.79] I put my feet on your table, hawk-tuah, spit in your food\n[01:26.60] It's a small thing, you an offspring\n[01:28.62] Young boy, lose your tongue, boy, watch how you talk to a king\n[01:31.33] You heard me? 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Kelly\nSmell me? Don't try and tell me I ain't necessary\nI'm legendary, Bone Crusher, I ain't never scary\nSee, ordinarily, I'm just extra extraordinary\n\nYour Iron Lung technique is unmatched\nIt's top-notch\nIt's incredible\nIt's unbeatable\nRight\nBeware the Iron Lung\nThere are so many Wu-Tang styles to choose from\nRight, I'd like to try your Poppy Wardrobe style\nForgive me, master\n\nBig rings on the finger, truck all glittery\nLadies love Cappa 'cause I'm still chivalry\nMy name on the thousand, you know I keep browsing\nKiss 'em on the face, unbutton they blouses\nKeep a nice pair of kicks, beautiful trousers\nAll my gators get money and hustle a lot\nIf you violate me, then I'ma spoil your plot\nGravitate, stupid-ass crabs, we eradicate\n\nNo disrespect, it's only dollars we collect\nNiggas go hard, so protect your neck\nHood life, that's what I should like, we stood right\nPussy all day, wish honeys a good night\nI'm pushy all ways and my money's a good fight\nI bite your ear off when it's time to get hype (get hype)\nPoppy Wardrobe king, all kinds of outfits\nMy whole repertoire is just rhymes and outlets\n\nI don't gotta worry 'cause y'all don't know nothing\nI be outside and y'all be so fronting\nTry to ride with y'all, but y'all don't know function\nStop tryin' to rhyme, none of y'all can spit\nFuck all of y'all, you can suck my -\n\nYour technique is second to none\nRight\nThat was a magnificent display of the Mandingo style\nQuite impressive\nRight, now witness my Shaolin sword style\nSplendid\nClan and Mathematics\nWe do it for everybody, even the maggots","syncedLyrics":"[00:06.22] The Mandingo style takes a strong back and total breath control\n[00:10.13] If properly mastered\n[00:11.58] One's skin becomes impervious to swords, spears, and fire, even bullets\n[00:16.17] Ultimately, one becomes invincible\n[00:18.95] I'd like to see if you can master my deadly Shaolin technique\n[00:21.47] Flying fist\n[00:22.26] Right\n[00:23.25] Chef-sharpened blade\n[00:25.10] It's got fearsome strength\n[00:26.66] You bastard\n[00:31.82] Oh, shit\n[00:34.98] My design is like fine wine drip, caught in Spellman\n[00:37.83] Yo, he jumped out of a bag with a bliff\n[00:39.68] Kept coughing with a mask on, his flow was windy\n[00:42.11] Kept flowing, pardon me, the scarf was Fendi\n[00:44.44] Copping too much shit for the wiz\n[00:46.13] Other day, she tried to drive the god right up the bridge\n[00:48.71] I was highed out, you know the steeze since the Ellesse was striped\n[00:51.37] I'm just a big hustle nigga with my guns from Dyckman\n[00:53.96] Runnin' like Starks and them, hands is flooded\n[00:56.25] 35th, slipped up on the roof and puffed 'em\n[00:58.21] We wanna shoot everything that ain't ours\n[01:00.58] Now we want the loot every day and bring flowers\n[01:02.82] Got the gas like the reefer in my glass I flex\n[01:05.49] Get your bling on, eat out in Pakistan, yo, let's\n[01:07.84] Shoot big for the stars who layin' down\n[01:09.92] And represent them big mighty bars you layin' now, one hundred\n[01:20.97] Yeah, ask the mass if Rebel is rude\n[01:23.79] I put my feet on your table, hawk-tuah, spit in your food\n[01:26.60] It's a small thing, you an offspring\n[01:28.62] Young boy, lose your tongue, boy, watch how you talk to a king\n[01:31.33] You heard me? 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Kelly\n  Smell me? Don't try and tell me I ain't necessary\n  I'm legendary, Bone Crusher, I ain't never scary\n  See, ordinarily, I'm just extra extraordinary\n\n  Your Iron Lung technique is unmatched\n  It's top-notch\n  It's incredible\n  It's unbeatable\n  Right\n  Beware the Iron Lung\n  There are so many Wu-Tang styles to choose from\n  Right, I'd like to try your Poppy Wardrobe style\n  Forgive me, master\n\n  Big rings on the finger, truck all glittery\n  Ladies love Cappa 'cause I'm still chivalry\n  My name on the thousand, you know I keep browsing\n  Kiss 'em on the face, unbutton they blouses\n  Keep a nice pair of kicks, beautiful trousers\n  All my gators get money and hustle a lot\n  If you violate me, then I'ma spoil your plot\n  Gravitate, stupid-ass crabs, we eradicate\n\n  No disrespect, it's only dollars we collect\n  Niggas go hard, so protect your neck\n  Hood life, that's what I should like, we stood right\n  Pussy all day, wish honeys a good night\n  I'm pushy all ways and my money's a good fight\n  I bite your ear off when it's time to get hype (get hype)\n  Poppy Wardrobe king, all kinds of outfits\n  My whole repertoire is just rhymes and outlets\n\n  I don't gotta worry 'cause y'all don't know nothing\n  I be outside and y'all be so fronting\n  Try to ride with y'all, but y'all don't know function\n  Stop tryin' to rhyme, none of y'all can spit\n  Fuck all of y'all, you can suck my -\n\n  Your technique is second to none\n  Right\n  That was a magnificent display of the Mandingo style\n  Quite impressive\n  Right, now witness my Shaolin sword style\n  Splendid\n  Clan and Mathematics\n  We do it for everybody, even the maggots\n"},{"id":30751436,"name":"Mandingo","trackName":"Mandingo","artistName":"Wu-Tang Clan","albumName":"Black Samson, The Bastard Swor","duration":269.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"The Mandingo style takes a strong back and total breath control\nIf properly mastered\nOne's skin becomes impervious to swords, spears, and fire, even bullets\nUltimately, one becomes invincible\nI'd like to see if you can master my deadly Shaolin technique\nFlying fist\nRight\nChef-sharpened blade\nIt's got fearsome strength\nYou bastard\nOh, shit\n\nMy design is like fine wine drip, caught in Spellman\nYo, he jumped out of a bag with a bliff\nKept coughing with a mask on, his flow was windy\nKept flowing, pardon me, the scarf was Fendi\nCopping too much shit for the wiz\nOther day, she tried to drive the god right up the bridge\nI was highed out, you know the steeze since the Ellesse was striped\nI'm just a big hustle nigga with my guns from Dyckman\n\nRunnin' like Starks and them, hands is flooded\n35th, slipped up on the roof and puffed 'em\nWe wanna shoot everything that ain't ours\nNow we want the loot every day and bring flowers\nGot the gas like the reefer in my glass I flex\nGet your bling on, eat out in Pakistan, yo, let's\nShoot big for the stars who layin' down\nAnd represent them big mighty bars you layin' now, one hundred\n\nYeah, ask the mass if Rebel is rude\nI put my feet on your table, hawk-tuah, spit in your food\nIt's a small thing, you an offspring\nYoung boy, lose your tongue, boy, watch how you talk to a king\nYou heard me? 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Don't try and tell me I ain't necessary\nI'm legendary, Bone Crusher, I ain't never scary\nSee, ordinarily, I'm just extra extraordinary\n\nYour Iron Lung technique is unmatched\nIt's top-notch\nIt's incredible\nIt's unbeatable\nRight\nBeware the Iron Lung\nThere are so many Wu-Tang styles to choose from\nRight, I'd like to try your Poppy Wardrobe style\nForgive me, master\n\nBig rings on the finger, truck all glittery\nLadies love Cappa 'cause I'm still chivalry\nMy name on the thousand, you know I keep browsing\nKiss 'em on the face, unbutton they blouses\nKeep a nice pair of kicks, beautiful trousers\nAll my gators get money and hustle a lot\nIf you violate me, then I'ma spoil your plot\nGravitate, stupid-ass crabs, we eradicate\n\nNo disrespect, it's only dollars we collect\nNiggas go hard, so protect your neck\nHood life, that's what I should like, we stood right\nPussy all day, wish honeys a good night\nI'm pushy all ways and my money's a good fight\nI bite your ear off when it's time to get hype (get hype)\nPoppy Wardrobe king, all kinds of outfits\nMy whole repertoire is just rhymes and outlets\n\nI don't gotta worry 'cause y'all don't know nothing\nI be outside and y'all be so fronting\nTry to ride with y'all, but y'all don't know function\nStop tryin' to rhyme, none of y'all can spit\nFuck all of y'all, you can suck my -\n\nYour technique is second to none\nRight\nThat was a magnificent display of the Mandingo style\nQuite impressive\nRight, now witness my Shaolin sword style\nSplendid\nClan and Mathematics\nWe do it for everybody, even the maggots","syncedLyrics":"[00:06.22] The Mandingo style takes a strong back and total breath control\n[00:10.13] If properly mastered\n[00:11.58] One's skin becomes impervious to swords, spears, and fire, even bullets\n[00:16.17] Ultimately, one becomes invincible\n[00:18.95] I'd like to see if you can master my deadly Shaolin technique\n[00:21.47] Flying fist\n[00:22.26] Right\n[00:23.25] Chef-sharpened blade\n[00:25.10] It's got fearsome strength\n[00:26.66] You bastard\n[00:31.82] Oh, shit\n[00:34.98] My design is like fine wine drip, caught in Spellman\n[00:37.83] Yo, he jumped out of a bag with a bliff\n[00:39.68] Kept coughing with a mask on, his flow was windy\n[00:42.11] Kept flowing, pardon me, the scarf was Fendi\n[00:44.44] Copping too much shit for the wiz\n[00:46.13] Other day, she tried to drive the god right up the bridge\n[00:48.71] I was highed out, you know the steeze since the Ellesse was striped\n[00:51.37] I'm just a big hustle nigga with my guns from Dyckman\n[00:53.96] Runnin' like Starks and them, hands is flooded\n[00:56.25] 35th, slipped up on the roof and puffed 'em\n[00:58.21] We wanna shoot everything that ain't ours\n[01:00.58] Now we want the loot every day and bring flowers\n[01:02.82] Got the gas like the reefer in my glass I flex\n[01:05.49] Get your bling on, eat out in Pakistan, yo, let's\n[01:07.84] Shoot big for the stars who layin' down\n[01:09.92] And represent them big mighty bars you layin' now, one hundred\n[01:20.97] Yeah, ask the mass if Rebel is rude\n[01:23.79] I put my feet on your table, hawk-tuah, spit in your food\n[01:26.60] It's a small thing, you an offspring\n[01:28.62] Young boy, lose your tongue, boy, watch how you talk to a king\n[01:31.33] You heard me? 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Don't try and tell me I ain't necessary\n  I'm legendary, Bone Crusher, I ain't never scary\n  See, ordinarily, I'm just extra extraordinary\n\n  Your Iron Lung technique is unmatched\n  It's top-notch\n  It's incredible\n  It's unbeatable\n  Right\n  Beware the Iron Lung\n  There are so many Wu-Tang styles to choose from\n  Right, I'd like to try your Poppy Wardrobe style\n  Forgive me, master\n\n  Big rings on the finger, truck all glittery\n  Ladies love Cappa 'cause I'm still chivalry\n  My name on the thousand, you know I keep browsing\n  Kiss 'em on the face, unbutton they blouses\n  Keep a nice pair of kicks, beautiful trousers\n  All my gators get money and hustle a lot\n  If you violate me, then I'ma spoil your plot\n  Gravitate, stupid-ass crabs, we eradicate\n\n  No disrespect, it's only dollars we collect\n  Niggas go hard, so protect your neck\n  Hood life, that's what I should like, we stood right\n  Pussy all day, wish honeys a good night\n  I'm pushy all ways and my money's a good fight\n  I bite your ear off when it's time to get hype (get hype)\n  Poppy Wardrobe king, all kinds of outfits\n  My whole repertoire is just rhymes and outlets\n\n  I don't gotta worry 'cause y'all don't know nothing\n  I be outside and y'all be so fronting\n  Try to ride with y'all, but y'all don't know function\n  Stop tryin' to rhyme, none of y'all can spit\n  Fuck all of y'all, you can suck my -\n\n  Your technique is second to none\n  Right\n  That was a magnificent display of the Mandingo style\n  Quite impressive\n  Right, now witness my Shaolin sword style\n  Splendid\n  Clan and Mathematics\n  We do it for everybody, even the maggots\n"},{"id":20076890,"name":"Mandingo","trackName":"Mandingo","artistName":"Wu‐Tang Clan","albumName":"Black Samson, The Bastard Swordsman","duration":268.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"The Mandingo style takes a strong back and total breath control\nIf properly mastered\nOne's skin becomes impervious to swords, spears, and fire, even bullets\nUltimately, one becomes invincible\nI'd like to see if you can master my deadly Shaolin technique\nFlying fist\nRight\nChef-sharpened blade\nIt's got fearsome strength\nYou bastard\nOh, shit\n\nMy design is like fine wine drip, caught in Spellman\nYo, he jumped out of a bag with a bliff\nKept coughing with a mask on, his flow was windy\nKept flowing, pardon me, the scarf was Fendi\nCopping too much shit for the wiz\nOther day, she tried to drive the god right up the bridge\nI was highed out, you know the steeze since the Ellesse was striped\nI'm just a big hustle nigga with my guns from Dyckman\n\nRunnin' like Starks and them, hands is flooded\n35th, slipped up on the roof and puffed 'em\nWe wanna shoot everything that ain't ours\nNow we want the loot every day and bring flowers\nGot the gas like the reefer in my glass I flex\nGet your bling on, eat out in Pakistan, yo, let's\nShoot big for the stars who layin' down\nAnd represent them big mighty bars you layin' now, one hundred\n\nYeah, ask the mass if Rebel is rude\nI put my feet on your table, hawk-tuah, spit in your food\nIt's a small thing, you an offspring\nYoung boy, lose your tongue, boy, watch how you talk to a king\nYou heard me? 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Kelly\nSmell me? Don't try and tell me I ain't necessary\nI'm legendary, Bone Crusher, I ain't never scary\nSee, ordinarily, I'm just extra extraordinary\n\nYour Iron Lung technique is unmatched\nIt's top-notch\nIt's incredible\nIt's unbeatable\nRight\nBeware the Iron Lung\nThere are so many Wu-Tang styles to choose from\nRight, I'd like to try your Poppy Wardrobe style\nForgive me, master\n\nBig rings on the finger, truck all glittery\nLadies love Cappa 'cause I'm still chivalry\nMy name on the thousand, you know I keep browsing\nKiss 'em on the face, unbutton they blouses\nKeep a nice pair of kicks, beautiful trousers\nAll my gators get money and hustle a lot\nIf you violate me, then I'ma spoil your plot\nGravitate, stupid-ass crabs, we eradicate\n\nNo disrespect, it's only dollars we collect\nNiggas go hard, so protect your neck\nHood life, that's what I should like, we stood right\nPussy all day, wish honeys a good night\nI'm pushy all ways and my money's a good fight\nI bite your ear off when it's time to get hype (get hype)\nPoppy Wardrobe king, all kinds of outfits\nMy whole repertoire is just rhymes and outlets\n\nI don't gotta worry 'cause y'all don't know nothing\nI be outside and y'all be so fronting\nTry to ride with y'all, but y'all don't know function\nStop tryin' to rhyme, none of y'all can spit\nFuck all of y'all, you can suck my -\n\nYour technique is second to none\nRight\nThat was a magnificent display of the Mandingo style\nQuite impressive\nRight, now witness my Shaolin sword style\nSplendid\nClan and Mathematics\nWe do it for everybody, even the maggots","syncedLyrics":"[00:06.22] The Mandingo style takes a strong back and total breath control\n[00:10.13] If properly mastered\n[00:11.58] One's skin becomes impervious to swords, spears, and fire, even bullets\n[00:16.17] Ultimately, one becomes invincible\n[00:18.95] I'd like to see if you can master my deadly Shaolin technique\n[00:21.47] Flying fist\n[00:22.26] Right\n[00:23.25] Chef-sharpened blade\n[00:25.10] It's got fearsome strength\n[00:26.66] You bastard\n[00:31.82] Oh, shit\n[00:34.98] My design is like fine wine drip, caught in Spellman\n[00:37.83] Yo, he jumped out of a bag with a bliff\n[00:39.68] Kept coughing with a mask on, his flow was windy\n[00:42.11] Kept flowing, pardon me, the scarf was Fendi\n[00:44.44] Copping too much shit for the wiz\n[00:46.13] Other day, she tried to drive the god right up the bridge\n[00:48.71] I was highed out, you know the steeze since the Ellesse was striped\n[00:51.37] I'm just a big hustle nigga with my guns from Dyckman\n[00:53.96] Runnin' like Starks and them, hands is flooded\n[00:56.25] 35th, slipped up on the roof and puffed 'em\n[00:58.21] We wanna shoot everything that ain't ours\n[01:00.58] Now we want the loot every day and bring flowers\n[01:02.82] Got the gas like the reefer in my glass I flex\n[01:05.49] Get your bling on, eat out in Pakistan, yo, let's\n[01:07.84] Shoot big for the stars who layin' down\n[01:09.92] And represent them big mighty bars you layin' now, one hundred\n[01:20.97] Yeah, ask the mass if Rebel is rude\n[01:23.79] I put my feet on your table, hawk-tuah, spit in your food\n[01:26.60] It's a small thing, you an offspring\n[01:28.62] Young boy, lose your tongue, boy, watch how you talk to a king\n[01:31.33] You heard me? 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Kelly\n[02:28.26] Smell me? 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I'm built sturdy, still in the field, dirty\n  Amazon in my prime, I bring it real early\n  Like that, get it right and exact\n  Tell a wiretap I be on money like tax\n\n  Allah Math, marvelous craft, carving the path\n  I charge 2K every bar and a half\n  Counting cash in the rec room, bumping that Deck tune\n  Respect for select few, the rest is F you\n  Hip-hop, Deck keep it fresher than Ziploc\n  See me in the S6, whippin' through gridlock\n  Big shot, stealing your meal, you on Ramadan\n  I'm all day with the smoke like Tommy Chong\n\n  Hold the iron mic steady, one eye on the fetty\n  Other eye on the petty, start the Glock, I'm ready\n  My name hold weight on the block, all heavy\n  As a father, I figured y'all popped already\n  Got shot already, I'm pissed in the plot, y'all buried\n  Rollie on the watch all presi'\n  My drive to the top Andretti\n  And beyond contrary, lot of paper gettin' dropped, confetti\n\n  Suckers try to knock me out the box like Skelly\n  Once upon a time, this is not like Shkreli\n  The script on the pot, not reggie\n  We cop, but the cops know this 12 play is not R. 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I'm built sturdy, still in the field, dirty\nAmazon in my prime, I bring it real early\nLike that, get it right and exact\nTell a wiretap I be on money like tax\n\nAllah Math, marvelous craft, carving the path\nI charge 2K every bar and a half\nCounting cash in the rec room, bumping that Deck tune\nRespect for select few, the rest is F you\nHip-hop, Deck keep it fresher than Ziploc\nSee me in the S6, whippin' through gridlock\nBig shot, stealing your meal, you on Ramadan\nI'm all day with the smoke like Tommy Chong\n\nHold the iron mic steady, one eye on the fetty\nOther eye on the petty, start the Glock, I'm ready\nMy name hold weight on the block, all heavy\nAs a father, I figured y'all popped already\nGot shot already, I'm pissed in the plot, y'all buried\nRollie on the watch all presi'\nMy drive to the top Andretti\nAnd beyond contrary, lot of paper gettin' dropped, confetti\n\nSuckers try to knock me out the box like Skelly\nOnce upon a time, this is not like Shkreli\nThe script on the pot, not reggie\nWe cop, but the cops know this 12 play is not R. Kelly\nSmell me? Don't try and tell me I ain't necessary\nI'm legendary, Bone Crusher, I ain't never scary\nSee, ordinarily, I'm just extra extraordinary\n\nYour Iron Lung technique is unmatched\nIt's top-notch\nIt's incredible\nIt's unbeatable\nRight\nBeware the Iron Lung\nThere are so many Wu-Tang styles to choose from\nRight, I'd like to try your Poppy Wardrobe style\nForgive me, master\n\nBig rings on the finger, truck all glittery\nLadies love Cappa 'cause I'm still chivalry\nMy name on the thousand, you know I keep browsing\nKiss 'em on the face, unbutton they blouses\nKeep a nice pair of kicks, beautiful trousers\nAll my gators get money and hustle a lot\nIf you violate me, then I'ma spoil your plot\nGravitate, stupid-ass crabs, we eradicate\n\nNo disrespect, it's only dollars we collect\nNiggas go hard, so protect your neck\nHood life, that's what I should like, we stood right\nPussy all day, wish honeys a good night\nI'm pushy all ways and my money's a good fight\nI bite your ear off when it's time to get hype (get hype)\nPoppy Wardrobe king, all kinds of outfits\nMy whole repertoire is just rhymes and outlets\n\nI don't gotta worry 'cause y'all don't know nothing\nI be outside and y'all be so fronting\nTry to ride with y'all, but y'all don't know function\nStop tryin' to rhyme, none of y'all can spit\nFuck all of y'all, you can suck my -\n\nYour technique is second to none\nRight\nThat was a magnificent display of the Mandingo style\nQuite impressive\nRight, now witness my Shaolin sword style\nSplendid\nClan and Mathematics\nWe do it for everybody, even the maggots","syncedLyrics":"[00:06.22] The Mandingo style takes a strong back and total breath control\n[00:10.13] If properly mastered\n[00:11.58] One's skin becomes impervious to swords, spears, and fire, even bullets\n[00:16.17] Ultimately, one becomes invincible\n[00:18.95] I'd like to see if you can master my deadly Shaolin technique\n[00:21.47] Flying fist\n[00:22.26] Right\n[00:23.25] Chef-sharpened blade\n[00:25.10] It's got fearsome strength\n[00:26.66] You bastard\n[00:31.82] Oh, shit\n[00:34.98] My design is like fine wine drip, caught in Spellman\n[00:37.83] Yo, he jumped out of a bag with a bliff\n[00:39.68] Kept coughing with a mask on, his flow was windy\n[00:42.11] Kept flowing, pardon me, the scarf was Fendi\n[00:44.44] Copping too much shit for the wiz\n[00:46.13] Other day, she tried to drive the god right up the bridge\n[00:48.71] I was highed out, you know the steeze since the Ellesse was striped\n[00:51.37] I'm just a big hustle nigga with my guns from Dyckman\n[00:53.96] Runnin' like Starks and them, hands is flooded\n[00:56.25] 35th, slipped up on the roof and puffed 'em\n[00:58.21] We wanna shoot everything that ain't ours\n[01:00.58] Now we want the loot every day and bring flowers\n[01:02.82] Got the gas like the reefer in my glass I flex\n[01:05.49] Get your bling on, eat out in Pakistan, yo, let's\n[01:07.84] Shoot big for the stars who layin' down\n[01:09.92] And represent them big mighty bars you layin' now, one hundred\n[01:20.97] Yeah, ask the mass if Rebel is rude\n[01:23.79] I put my feet on your table, hawk-tuah, spit in your food\n[01:26.60] It's a small thing, you an offspring\n[01:28.62] Young boy, lose your tongue, boy, watch how you talk to a king\n[01:31.33] You heard me? 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Kelly\n  Smell me? 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I'm built sturdy\nStill in the field, dirty\nAmazon in my prime, I bring it real early\nLike that, get it right and exact\nTell a wiretap I be on money like tax\nAllah math, marvelous craft, carving the path\nI charge 2K every bar and a half\nCounting cash in the rec room, bumping that Deck tune\nRespect for a select few, the rest is F you\nHip-hop, Deck keep it fresher than Ziploc\nSee me in the S6 whippin' through gridlock\nBig shot, stealing your meal, you on Ramadan\nI'm all day with the smoke like Tommy Chong\nHold the iron mic steady, one eye on the fetty\nOther eye on the petty, start the clock, I'm ready\nMy name hold weight on the block, all heavy\nAs a father, I figured y'all popped already\nGot shot already\nI'm pissed in the plot, y'all buried\nRollie on the watch, all presi'\nMy drive to the top Andretti\nAnd beyond contrary, lot of paper gettin' dropped, confetti\nSuckers try to knock me out the box, like Skelly\nOnce upon a time, this is not like Shkreli\nThe script on the pot, not Reggie\nWe cop, but the cops know this twelve play is not R. Kelly\nSmell me? Don't try and tell me I ain't necessary\nI'm legendary, Bone Crusher, I ain't never scary\nSee ordinarily, I'm just extraordinary\nYour iron lung technique is unmatched\nIt's top notch, it's incredible, it's unbeatable\nRight\nBeware the iron lung\nThere are so many Wu-Tang styles to choose from\nRight, I'd like to try your poppy wardrobe style\nForgive me, master\nBig rings on the finger, truck all glittery\nLadies love Cappa 'cause I'm still chivalry\nMy name on the thousand, you know I keep browsing\nKiss 'em on the face, unbutton they blouses\nKeep a nice pair of kicks, beautiful trousers\nAll my gators get money and hustle a lot\nIf you violate me, then I'ma spoil your plot\nGravitate, stupid-ass crabs, we eradicate\nNo disrespect, it's only dollars we collect\nNiggas go hard, so protect your neck\nHood life, that's what I should like, we stood right\nPussy all day, wish honeys a good night\nI'm pushy all ways and my money's a good fight\nI bite your ear off when it's time to get hype\nPoppy wardrobe king, all kinds of outfits\nMy whole repertoire is just rounds and outlets\nI don't gotta worry 'cause y'all don't know nothin'\nI be outside and y'all be so frontin'\nTry to ride with y'all, but y'all no function\nStop tryna rhyme, none of y'all can spit\nFuck all of y'all, you can suck my\nYour technique is second to none\nRight\nThat was a magnificent display of the Mandingo style\nQuite impressive\nRight, now witness my shaolin sword style\nSplendid\nClan and Mathematics\nWe do it for everybody, even the maggots","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Mandingo\n  artist: Wu-Tang Clan\n  album: Black Samson, the Bastard Swordsman (Deluxe)\n  duration_ms: 274254\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  The Mandingo style takes a strong back and total breath control\n  If properly mastered, one's skin becomes impervious to swords\n  Spears, and fire, even bullets\n  Ultimately, one becomes invincible\n  I'd like to see if you can master my deadly shaolin technique\n  Flying fist\n  Right\n  Chef-sharpened blade\n  It's got fearsome strength\n  You bastard\n  Oh, shit\n  My design is like fine wine drip\n  Caught in Spellman, yo, he jumped out of a bag with a bliff\n  Kept coughing with a mask on, his flow was windy\n  Kept flowing, pardon me, the scarf was Fendi\n  Copping too much shit for the wiz\n  Other day, she tried to drive the car right up the bridge\n  I was highed out, you know the steeze since the Ellesse was striped\n  I'm just a big hustle nigga with my guns from Dyckman\n  Runnin' like Starks and them hands are flooded\n  Thirty-fifth, slipped up on the roof and puffed 'em\n  We gonna shoot everything that ain't ours\n  Now we went to loot everything and bring flowers\n  'Bout the gas like the reefer in the glass I flex\n  Get your bling on, eat out in Pakistan, yo, let's\n  Shoot big for the stars, you layin' out\n  And represent the big mighty bars you layin' now\n  One hundred\n  Yeah, ask the mass if rebel is rude\n  I put my feet on your table, spit in your food\n  It's a small thing, you an offspring\n  Young boy, lose your tongue, boy, watch how you talk to a king\n  You heard me? I'm built sturdy\n  Still in the field, dirty\n  Amazon in my prime, I bring it real early\n  Like that, get it right and exact\n  Tell a wiretap I be on money like tax\n  Allah math, marvelous craft, carving the path\n  I charge 2K every bar and a half\n  Counting cash in the rec room, bumping that Deck tune\n  Respect for a select few, the rest is F you\n  Hip-hop, Deck keep it fresher than Ziploc\n  See me in the S6 whippin' through gridlock\n  Big shot, stealing your meal, you on Ramadan\n  I'm all day with the smoke like Tommy Chong\n  Hold the iron mic steady, one eye on the fetty\n  Other eye on the petty, start the clock, I'm ready\n  My name hold weight on the block, all heavy\n  As a father, I figured y'all popped already\n  Got shot already\n  I'm pissed in the plot, y'all buried\n  Rollie on the watch, all presi'\n  My drive to the top Andretti\n  And beyond contrary, lot of paper gettin' dropped, confetti\n  Suckers try to knock me out the box, like Skelly\n  Once upon a time, this is not like Shkreli\n  The script on the pot, not Reggie\n  We cop, but the cops know this twelve play is not R. Kelly\n  Smell me? Don't try and tell me I ain't necessary\n  I'm legendary, Bone Crusher, I ain't never scary\n  See ordinarily, I'm just extraordinary\n  Your iron lung technique is unmatched\n  It's top notch, it's incredible, it's unbeatable\n  Right\n  Beware the iron lung\n  There are so many Wu-Tang styles to choose from\n  Right, I'd like to try your poppy wardrobe style\n  Forgive me, master\n  Big rings on the finger, truck all glittery\n  Ladies love Cappa 'cause I'm still chivalry\n  My name on the thousand, you know I keep browsing\n  Kiss 'em on the face, unbutton they blouses\n  Keep a nice pair of kicks, beautiful trousers\n  All my gators get money and hustle a lot\n  If you violate me, then I'ma spoil your plot\n  Gravitate, stupid-ass crabs, we eradicate\n  No disrespect, it's only dollars we collect\n  Niggas go hard, so protect your neck\n  Hood life, that's what I should like, we stood right\n  Pussy all day, wish honeys a good night\n  I'm pushy all ways and my money's a good fight\n  I bite your ear off when it's time to get hype\n  Poppy wardrobe king, all kinds of outfits\n  My whole repertoire is just rounds and outlets\n  I don't gotta worry 'cause y'all don't know nothin'\n  I be outside and y'all be so frontin'\n  Try to ride with y'all, but y'all no function\n  Stop tryna rhyme, none of y'all can spit\n  Fuck all of y'all, you can suck my\n  Your technique is second to none\n  Right\n  That was a magnificent display of the Mandingo style\n  Quite impressive\n  Right, now witness my shaolin sword style\n  Splendid\n  Clan and Mathematics\n  We do it for everybody, even the maggots\n"},{"id":22995022,"name":"Mandingo","trackName":"Mandingo","artistName":"Wu-Tang Clan","albumName":"Black Samson, the Bastard Swordsman (Deluxe)","duration":268.63,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"The Mandingo style takes a strong back and total breath control\nIf properly mastered\nOne's skin becomes impervious to swords, spears, and fire, even bullets\nUltimately, one becomes invincible\nI'd like to see if you can master my deadly Shaolin technique\nFlying fist\nRight\nChef-sharpened blade\nIt's got fearsome strength\nYou bastard\nOh, shit\n\nMy design is like fine wine drip, caught in Spellman\nYo, he jumped out of a bag with a bliff\nKept coughing with a mask on, his flow was windy\nKept flowing, pardon me, the scarf was Fendi\nCopping too much shit for the wiz\nOther day, she tried to drive the god right up the bridge\nI was highed out, you know the steeze since the Ellesse was striped\nI'm just a big hustle nigga with my guns from Dyckman\n\nRunnin' like Starks and them, hands is flooded\n35th, slipped up on the roof and puffed 'em\nWe wanna shoot everything that ain't ours\nNow we want the loot every day and bring flowers\nGot the gas like the reefer in my glass I flex\nGet your bling on, eat out in Pakistan, yo, let's\nShoot big for the stars who layin' down\nAnd represent them big mighty bars you layin' now, one hundred\n\nYeah, ask the mass if Rebel is rude\nI put my feet on your table, hawk-tuah, spit in your food\nIt's a small thing, you an offspring\nYoung boy, lose your tongue, boy, watch how you talk to a king\nYou heard me? I'm built sturdy, still in the field, dirty\nAmazon in my prime, I bring it real early\nLike that, get it right and exact\nTell a wiretap I be on money like tax\n\nAllah Math, marvelous craft, carving the path\nI charge 2K every bar and a half\nCounting cash in the rec room, bumping that Deck tune\nRespect for select few, the rest is F you\nHip-hop, Deck keep it fresher than Ziploc\nSee me in the S6, whippin' through gridlock\nBig shot, stealing your meal, you on Ramadan\nI'm all day with the smoke like Tommy Chong\n\nHold the iron mic steady, one eye on the fetty\nOther eye on the petty, start the Glock, I'm ready\nMy name hold weight on the block, all heavy\nAs a father, I figured y'all popped already\nGot shot already, I'm pissed in the plot, y'all buried\nRollie on the watch all presi'\nMy drive to the top Andretti\nAnd beyond contrary, lot of paper gettin' dropped, confetti\n\nSuckers try to knock me out the box like Skelly\nOnce upon a time, this is not like Shkreli\nThe script on the pot, not reggie\nWe cop, but the cops know this 12 play is not R. Kelly\nSmell me? Don't try and tell me I ain't necessary\nI'm legendary, Bone Crusher, I ain't never scary\nSee, ordinarily, I'm just extra extraordinary\n\nYour Iron Lung technique is unmatched\nIt's top-notch\nIt's incredible\nIt's unbeatable\nRight\nBeware the Iron Lung\nThere are so many Wu-Tang styles to choose from\nRight, I'd like to try your Poppy Wardrobe style\nForgive me, master\n\nBig rings on the finger, truck all glittery\nLadies love Cappa 'cause I'm still chivalry\nMy name on the thousand, you know I keep browsing\nKiss 'em on the face, unbutton they blouses\nKeep a nice pair of kicks, beautiful trousers\nAll my gators get money and hustle a lot\nIf you violate me, then I'ma spoil your plot\nGravitate, stupid-ass crabs, we eradicate\n\nNo disrespect, it's only dollars we collect\nNiggas go hard, so protect your neck\nHood life, that's what I should like, we stood right\nPussy all day, wish honeys a good night\nI'm pushy all ways and my money's a good fight\nI bite your ear off when it's time to get hype (get hype)\nPoppy Wardrobe king, all kinds of outfits\nMy whole repertoire is just rhymes and outlets\n\nI don't gotta worry 'cause y'all don't know nothing\nI be outside and y'all be so fronting\nTry to ride with y'all, but y'all don't know function\nStop tryin' to rhyme, none of y'all can spit\nFuck all of y'all, you can suck my -\n\nYour technique is second to none\nRight\nThat was a magnificent display of the Mandingo style\nQuite impressive\nRight, now witness my Shaolin sword style\nSplendid\nClan and Mathematics\nWe do it for everybody, even the maggots","syncedLyrics":"[00:06.22] The Mandingo style takes a strong back and total breath control\n[00:10.13] If properly mastered\n[00:11.58] One's skin becomes impervious to swords, spears, and fire, even bullets\n[00:16.17] Ultimately, one becomes invincible\n[00:18.95] I'd like to see if you can master my deadly Shaolin technique\n[00:21.47] Flying fist\n[00:22.26] Right\n[00:23.25] Chef-sharpened blade\n[00:25.10] It's got fearsome strength\n[00:26.66] You bastard\n[00:31.82] Oh, shit\n[00:34.98] My design is like fine wine drip, caught in Spellman\n[00:37.83] Yo, he jumped out of a bag with a bliff\n[00:39.68] Kept coughing with a mask on, his flow was windy\n[00:42.11] Kept flowing, pardon me, the scarf was Fendi\n[00:44.44] Copping too much shit for the wiz\n[00:46.13] Other day, she tried to drive the god right up the bridge\n[00:48.71] I was highed out, you know the steeze since the Ellesse was striped\n[00:51.37] I'm just a big hustle nigga with my guns from Dyckman\n[00:53.96] Runnin' like Starks and them, hands is flooded\n[00:56.25] 35th, slipped up on the roof and puffed 'em\n[00:58.21] We wanna shoot everything that ain't ours\n[01:00.58] Now we want the loot every day and bring flowers\n[01:02.82] Got the gas like the reefer in my glass I flex\n[01:05.49] Get your bling on, eat out in Pakistan, yo, let's\n[01:07.84] Shoot big for the stars who layin' down\n[01:09.92] And represent them big mighty bars you layin' now, one hundred\n[01:20.97] Yeah, ask the mass if Rebel is rude\n[01:23.79] I put my feet on your table, hawk-tuah, spit in your food\n[01:26.60] It's a small thing, you an offspring\n[01:28.62] Young boy, lose your tongue, boy, watch how you talk to a king\n[01:31.33] You heard me? 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Kelly\n[02:28.26] Smell me? 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Kelly\n  Smell me? Don't try and tell me I ain't necessary\n  I'm legendary, Bone Crusher, I ain't never scary\n  See, ordinarily, I'm just extra extraordinary\n\n  Your Iron Lung technique is unmatched\n  It's top-notch\n  It's incredible\n  It's unbeatable\n  Right\n  Beware the Iron Lung\n  There are so many Wu-Tang styles to choose from\n  Right, I'd like to try your Poppy Wardrobe style\n  Forgive me, master\n\n  Big rings on the finger, truck all glittery\n  Ladies love Cappa 'cause I'm still chivalry\n  My name on the thousand, you know I keep browsing\n  Kiss 'em on the face, unbutton they blouses\n  Keep a nice pair of kicks, beautiful trousers\n  All my gators get money and hustle a lot\n  If you violate me, then I'ma spoil your plot\n  Gravitate, stupid-ass crabs, we eradicate\n\n  No disrespect, it's only dollars we collect\n  Niggas go hard, so protect your neck\n  Hood life, that's what I should like, we stood right\n  Pussy all day, wish honeys a good night\n  I'm pushy all ways and my money's a good fight\n  I bite your ear off when it's time to get hype (get hype)\n  Poppy Wardrobe king, all kinds of outfits\n  My whole repertoire is just rhymes and outlets\n\n  I don't gotta worry 'cause y'all don't know nothing\n  I be outside and y'all be so fronting\n  Try to ride with y'all, but y'all don't know function\n  Stop tryin' to rhyme, none of y'all can spit\n  Fuck all of y'all, you can suck my -\n\n  Your technique is second to none\n  Right\n  That was a magnificent display of the Mandingo style\n  Quite impressive\n  Right, now witness my Shaolin sword style\n  Splendid\n  Clan and Mathematics\n  We do it for everybody, even the maggots\n"},{"id":33839170,"name":"Mandingo","trackName":"Mandingo","artistName":"Wu-Tang Clan","albumName":"Black Samson, the Bastard Swordsman","duration":274.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"The Mandingo style takes a strong back and total breath control\nIf properly mastered\nOne's skin becomes impervious to swords, spears, and fire, even bullets\nUltimately, one becomes invincible\nI'd like to see if you can master my deadly Shaolin technique\nFlying fist\nRight\nChef-sharpened blade\nIt's got fearsome strength\nYou bastard\nOh, shit\n\nMy design is like fine wine drip, caught in Spellman\nYo, he jumped out of a bag with a bliff\nKept coughing with a mask on, his flow was windy\nKept flowing, pardon me, the scarf was Fendi\nCopping too much shit for the wiz\nOther day, she tried to drive the god right up the bridge\nI was highed out, you know the steeze since the Ellesse was striped\nI'm just a big hustle nigga with my guns from Dyckman\n\nRunnin' like Starks and them, hands is flooded\n35th, slipped up on the roof and puffed 'em\nWe wanna shoot everything that ain't ours\nNow we want the loot every day and bring flowers\nGot the gas like the reefer in my glass I flex\nGet your bling on, eat out in Pakistan, yo, let's\nShoot big for the stars who layin' down\nAnd represent them big mighty bars you layin' now, one hundred\n\nYeah, ask the mass if Rebel is rude\nI put my feet on your table, hawk-tuah, spit in your food\nIt's a small thing, you an offspring\nYoung boy, lose your tongue, boy, watch how you talk to a king\nYou heard me? 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Don't try and tell me I ain't necessary\nI'm legendary, Bone Crusher, I ain't never scary\nSee, ordinarily, I'm just extra extraordinary\n\nYour Iron Lung technique is unmatched\nIt's top-notch\nIt's incredible\nIt's unbeatable\nRight\nBeware the Iron Lung\nThere are so many Wu-Tang styles to choose from\nRight, I'd like to try your Poppy Wardrobe style\nForgive me, master\n\nBig rings on the finger, truck all glittery\nLadies love Cappa 'cause I'm still chivalry\nMy name on the thousand, you know I keep browsing\nKiss 'em on the face, unbutton they blouses\nKeep a nice pair of kicks, beautiful trousers\nAll my gators get money and hustle a lot\nIf you violate me, then I'ma spoil your plot\nGravitate, stupid-ass crabs, we eradicate\n\nNo disrespect, it's only dollars we collect\nNiggas go hard, so protect your neck\nHood life, that's what I should like, we stood right\nPussy all day, wish honeys a good night\nI'm pushy all ways and my money's a good fight\nI bite your ear off when it's time to get hype (get hype)\nPoppy Wardrobe king, all kinds of outfits\nMy whole repertoire is just rhymes and outlets\n\nI don't gotta worry 'cause y'all don't know nothing\nI be outside and y'all be so fronting\nTry to ride with y'all, but y'all don't know function\nStop tryin' to rhyme, none of y'all can spit\nFuck all of y'all, you can suck my -\n\nYour technique is second to none\nRight\nThat was a magnificent display of the Mandingo style\nQuite impressive\nRight, now witness my Shaolin sword style\nSplendid\nClan and Mathematics\nWe do it for everybody, even the maggots","syncedLyrics":"[00:06.22] The Mandingo style takes a strong back and total breath control\n[00:10.13] If properly mastered\n[00:11.58] One's skin becomes impervious to swords, spears, and fire, even bullets\n[00:16.17] Ultimately, one becomes invincible\n[00:18.95] I'd like to see if you can master my deadly Shaolin technique\n[00:21.47] Flying fist\n[00:22.26] Right\n[00:23.25] Chef-sharpened blade\n[00:25.10] It's got fearsome strength\n[00:26.66] You bastard\n[00:31.82] Oh, shit\n[00:34.98] My design is like fine wine drip, caught in Spellman\n[00:37.83] Yo, he jumped out of a bag with a bliff\n[00:39.68] Kept coughing with a mask on, his flow was windy\n[00:42.11] Kept flowing, pardon me, the scarf was Fendi\n[00:44.44] Copping too much shit for the wiz\n[00:46.13] Other day, she tried to drive the god right up the bridge\n[00:48.71] I was highed out, you know the steeze since the Ellesse was striped\n[00:51.37] I'm just a big hustle nigga with my guns from Dyckman\n[00:53.96] Runnin' like Starks and them, hands is flooded\n[00:56.25] 35th, slipped up on the roof and puffed 'em\n[00:58.21] We wanna shoot everything that ain't ours\n[01:00.58] Now we want the loot every day and bring flowers\n[01:02.82] Got the gas like the reefer in my glass I flex\n[01:05.49] Get your bling on, eat out in Pakistan, yo, let's\n[01:07.84] Shoot big for the stars who layin' down\n[01:09.92] And represent them big mighty bars you layin' now, one hundred\n[01:20.97] Yeah, ask the mass if Rebel is rude\n[01:23.79] I put my feet on your table, hawk-tuah, spit in your food\n[01:26.60] It's a small thing, you an offspring\n[01:28.62] Young boy, lose your tongue, boy, watch how you talk to a king\n[01:31.33] You heard me? 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Kelly\nSmell me? Don't try and tell me I ain't necessary\nI'm legendary, Bone Crusher, I ain't never scary\nSee, ordinarily, I'm just extra extraordinary\n\nYour Iron Lung technique is unmatched\nIt's top-notch\nIt's incredible\nIt's unbeatable\nRight\nBeware the Iron Lung\nThere are so many Wu-Tang styles to choose from\nRight, I'd like to try your Poppy Wardrobe style\nForgive me, master\n\nBig rings on the finger, truck all glittery\nLadies love Cappa 'cause I'm still chivalry\nMy name on the thousand, you know I keep browsing\nKiss 'em on the face, unbutton they blouses\nKeep a nice pair of kicks, beautiful trousers\nAll my gators get money and hustle a lot\nIf you violate me, then I'ma spoil your plot\nGravitate, stupid-ass crabs, we eradicate\n\nNo disrespect, it's only dollars we collect\nNiggas go hard, so protect your neck\nHood life, that's what I should like, we stood right\nPussy all day, wish honeys a good night\nI'm pushy all ways and my money's a good fight\nI bite your ear off when it's time to get hype (get hype)\nPoppy Wardrobe king, all kinds of outfits\nMy whole repertoire is just rhymes and outlets\n\nI don't gotta worry 'cause y'all don't know nothing\nI be outside and y'all be so fronting\nTry to ride with y'all, but y'all don't know function\nStop tryin' to rhyme, none of y'all can spit\nFuck all of y'all, you can suck my -\n\nYour technique is second to none\nRight\nThat was a magnificent display of the Mandingo style\nQuite impressive\nRight, now witness my Shaolin sword style\nSplendid\nClan and Mathematics\nWe do it for everybody, even the maggots","syncedLyrics":"[00:06.22] The Mandingo style takes a strong back and total breath control\n[00:10.13] If properly mastered\n[00:11.58] One's skin becomes impervious to swords, spears, and fire, even bullets\n[00:16.17] Ultimately, one becomes invincible\n[00:18.95] I'd like to see if you can master my deadly Shaolin technique\n[00:21.47] Flying fist\n[00:22.26] Right\n[00:23.25] Chef-sharpened blade\n[00:25.10] It's got fearsome strength\n[00:26.66] You bastard\n[00:31.82] Oh, shit\n[00:34.98] My design is like fine wine drip, caught in Spellman\n[00:37.83] Yo, he jumped out of a bag with a bliff\n[00:39.68] Kept coughing with a mask on, his flow was windy\n[00:42.11] Kept flowing, pardon me, the scarf was Fendi\n[00:44.44] Copping too much shit for the wiz\n[00:46.13] Other day, she tried to drive the god right up the bridge\n[00:48.71] I was highed out, you know the steeze since the Ellesse was striped\n[00:51.37] I'm just a big hustle nigga with my guns from Dyckman\n[00:53.96] Runnin' like Starks and them, hands is flooded\n[00:56.25] 35th, slipped up on the roof and puffed 'em\n[00:58.21] We wanna shoot everything that ain't ours\n[01:00.58] Now we want the loot every day and bring flowers\n[01:02.82] Got the gas like the reefer in my glass I flex\n[01:05.49] Get your bling on, eat out in Pakistan, yo, let's\n[01:07.84] Shoot big for the stars who layin' down\n[01:09.92] And represent them big mighty bars you layin' now, one hundred\n[01:20.97] Yeah, ask the mass if Rebel is rude\n[01:23.79] I put my feet on your table, hawk-tuah, spit in your food\n[01:26.60] It's a small thing, you an offspring\n[01:28.62] Young boy, lose your tongue, boy, watch how you talk to a king\n[01:31.33] You heard me? 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I'm built sturdy, still in the field, dirty\n  Amazon in my prime, I bring it real early\n  Like that, get it right and exact\n  Tell a wiretap I be on money like tax\n\n  Allah Math, marvelous craft, carving the path\n  I charge 2K every bar and a half\n  Counting cash in the rec room, bumping that Deck tune\n  Respect for select few, the rest is F you\n  Hip-hop, Deck keep it fresher than Ziploc\n  See me in the S6, whippin' through gridlock\n  Big shot, stealing your meal, you on Ramadan\n  I'm all day with the smoke like Tommy Chong\n\n  Hold the iron mic steady, one eye on the fetty\n  Other eye on the petty, start the Glock, I'm ready\n  My name hold weight on the block, all heavy\n  As a father, I figured y'all popped already\n  Got shot already, I'm pissed in the plot, y'all buried\n  Rollie on the watch all presi'\n  My drive to the top Andretti\n  And beyond contrary, lot of paper gettin' dropped, confetti\n\n  Suckers try to knock me out the box like Skelly\n  Once upon a time, this is not like Shkreli\n  The script on the pot, not reggie\n  We cop, but the cops know this 12 play is not R. 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Don't try and tell me I ain't necessary\n  I'm legendary, Bone Crusher, I ain't never scary\n  See, ordinarily, I'm just extra extraordinary\n\n  Your Iron Lung technique is unmatched\n  It's top-notch\n  It's incredible\n  It's unbeatable\n  Right\n  Beware the Iron Lung\n  There are so many Wu-Tang styles to choose from\n  Right, I'd like to try your Poppy Wardrobe style\n  Forgive me, master\n\n  Big rings on the finger, truck all glittery\n  Ladies love Cappa 'cause I'm still chivalry\n  My name on the thousand, you know I keep browsing\n  Kiss 'em on the face, unbutton they blouses\n  Keep a nice pair of kicks, beautiful trousers\n  All my gators get money and hustle a lot\n  If you violate me, then I'ma spoil your plot\n  Gravitate, stupid-ass crabs, we eradicate\n\n  No disrespect, it's only dollars we collect\n  Niggas go hard, so protect your neck\n  Hood life, that's what I should like, we stood right\n  Pussy all day, wish honeys a good night\n  I'm pushy all ways and my money's a good fight\n  I bite your ear off when it's time to get hype (get hype)\n  Poppy Wardrobe king, all kinds of outfits\n  My whole repertoire is just rhymes and outlets\n\n  I don't gotta worry 'cause y'all don't know nothing\n  I be outside and y'all be so fronting\n  Try to ride with y'all, but y'all don't know function\n  Stop tryin' to rhyme, none of y'all can spit\n  Fuck all of y'all, you can suck my -\n\n  Your technique is second to none\n  Right\n  That was a magnificent display of the Mandingo style\n  Quite impressive\n  Right, now witness my Shaolin sword style\n  Splendid\n  Clan and Mathematics\n  We do it for everybody, even the maggots\n"},{"id":28590293,"name":"Mandingo","trackName":"Mandingo","artistName":"Wu-Tang Clan","albumName":"Black Samson","duration":268.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"The Mandingo style takes a strong back and total breath control\nIf properly mastered\nOne's skin becomes impervious to swords, spears, and fire, even bullets\nUltimately, one becomes invincible\nI'd like to see if you can master my deadly Shaolin technique\nFlying fist\nRight\nChef-sharpened blade\nIt's got fearsome strength\nYou bastard\nOh, shit\n\nMy design is like fine wine drip, caught in Spellman\nYo, he jumped out of a bag with a bliff\nKept coughing with a mask on, his flow was windy\nKept flowing, pardon me, the scarf was Fendi\nCopping too much shit for the wiz\nOther day, she tried to drive the god right up the bridge\nI was highed out, you know the steeze since the Ellesse was striped\nI'm just a big hustle nigga with my guns from Dyckman\n\nRunnin' like Starks and them, hands is flooded\n35th, slipped up on the roof and puffed 'em\nWe wanna shoot everything that ain't ours\nNow we want the loot every day and bring flowers\nGot the gas like the reefer in my glass I flex\nGet your bling on, eat out in Pakistan, yo, let's\nShoot big for the stars who layin' down\nAnd represent them big mighty bars you layin' now, one hundred\n\nYeah, ask the mass if Rebel is rude\nI put my feet on your table, hawk-tuah, spit in your food\nIt's a small thing, you an offspring\nYoung boy, lose your tongue, boy, watch how you talk to a king\nYou heard me? I'm built sturdy, still in the field, dirty\nAmazon in my prime, I bring it real early\nLike that, get it right and exact\nTell a wiretap I be on money like tax\n\nAllah Math, marvelous craft, carving the path\nI charge 2K every bar and a half\nCounting cash in the rec room, bumping that Deck tune\nRespect for select few, the rest is F you\nHip-hop, Deck keep it fresher than Ziploc\nSee me in the S6, whippin' through gridlock\nBig shot, stealing your meal, you on Ramadan\nI'm all day with the smoke like Tommy Chong\n\nHold the iron mic steady, one eye on the fetty\nOther eye on the petty, start the Glock, I'm ready\nMy name hold weight on the block, all heavy\nAs a father, I figured y'all popped already\nGot shot already, I'm pissed in the plot, y'all buried\nRollie on the watch all presi'\nMy drive to the top Andretti\nAnd beyond contrary, lot of paper gettin' dropped, confetti\n\nSuckers try to knock me out the box like Skelly\nOnce upon a time, this is not like Shkreli\nThe script on the pot, not reggie\nWe cop, but the cops know this 12 play is not R. Kelly\nSmell me? Don't try and tell me I ain't necessary\nI'm legendary, Bone Crusher, I ain't never scary\nSee, ordinarily, I'm just extra extraordinary\n\nYour Iron Lung technique is unmatched\nIt's top-notch\nIt's incredible\nIt's unbeatable\nRight\nBeware the Iron Lung\nThere are so many Wu-Tang styles to choose from\nRight, I'd like to try your Poppy Wardrobe style\nForgive me, master\n\nBig rings on the finger, truck all glittery\nLadies love Cappa 'cause I'm still chivalry\nMy name on the thousand, you know I keep browsing\nKiss 'em on the face, unbutton they blouses\nKeep a nice pair of kicks, beautiful trousers\nAll my gators get money and hustle a lot\nIf you violate me, then I'ma spoil your plot\nGravitate, stupid-ass crabs, we eradicate\n\nNo disrespect, it's only dollars we collect\nNiggas go hard, so protect your neck\nHood life, that's what I should like, we stood right\nPussy all day, wish honeys a good night\nI'm pushy all ways and my money's a good fight\nI bite your ear off when it's time to get hype (get hype)\nPoppy Wardrobe king, all kinds of outfits\nMy whole repertoire is just rhymes and outlets\n\nI don't gotta worry 'cause y'all don't know nothing\nI be outside and y'all be so fronting\nTry to ride with y'all, but y'all don't know function\nStop tryin' to rhyme, none of y'all can spit\nFuck all of y'all, you can suck my -\n\nYour technique is second to none\nRight\nThat was a magnificent display of the Mandingo style\nQuite impressive\nRight, now witness my Shaolin sword style\nSplendid\nClan and Mathematics\nWe do it for everybody, even the maggots","syncedLyrics":"[00:06.22] The Mandingo style takes a strong back and total breath control\n[00:10.13] If properly mastered\n[00:11.58] One's skin becomes impervious to swords, spears, and fire, even bullets\n[00:16.17] Ultimately, one becomes invincible\n[00:18.95] I'd like to see if you can master my deadly Shaolin technique\n[00:21.47] Flying fist\n[00:22.26] Right\n[00:23.25] Chef-sharpened blade\n[00:25.10] It's got fearsome strength\n[00:26.66] You bastard\n[00:31.82] Oh, shit\n[00:34.98] My design is like fine wine drip, caught in Spellman\n[00:37.83] Yo, he jumped out of a bag with a bliff\n[00:39.68] Kept coughing with a mask on, his flow was windy\n[00:42.11] Kept flowing, pardon me, the scarf was Fendi\n[00:44.44] Copping too much shit for the wiz\n[00:46.13] Other day, she tried to drive the god right up the bridge\n[00:48.71] I was highed out, you know the steeze since the Ellesse was striped\n[00:51.37] I'm just a big hustle nigga with my guns from Dyckman\n[00:53.96] Runnin' like Starks and them, hands is flooded\n[00:56.25] 35th, slipped up on the roof and puffed 'em\n[00:58.21] We wanna shoot everything that ain't ours\n[01:00.58] Now we want the loot every day and bring flowers\n[01:02.82] Got the gas like the reefer in my glass I flex\n[01:05.49] Get your bling on, eat out in Pakistan, yo, let's\n[01:07.84] Shoot big for the stars who layin' down\n[01:09.92] And represent them big mighty bars you layin' now, one hundred\n[01:20.97] Yeah, ask the mass if Rebel is rude\n[01:23.79] I put my feet on your table, hawk-tuah, spit in your food\n[01:26.60] It's a small thing, you an offspring\n[01:28.62] Young boy, lose your tongue, boy, watch how you talk to a king\n[01:31.33] You heard me? 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Kelly\n  Smell me? 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Kelly\nSmell me? Don't try and tell me I ain't necessary\nI'm legendary, Bone Crusher, I ain't never scary\nSee, ordinarily, I'm just extra extraordinary\n\nYour Iron Lung technique is unmatched\nIt's top-notch\nIt's incredible\nIt's unbeatable\nRight\nBeware the Iron Lung\nThere are so many Wu-Tang styles to choose from\nRight, I'd like to try your Poppy Wardrobe style\nForgive me, master\n\nBig rings on the finger, truck all glittery\nLadies love Cappa 'cause I'm still chivalry\nMy name on the thousand, you know I keep browsing\nKiss 'em on the face, unbutton they blouses\nKeep a nice pair of kicks, beautiful trousers\nAll my gators get money and hustle a lot\nIf you violate me, then I'ma spoil your plot\nGravitate, stupid-ass crabs, we eradicate\n\nNo disrespect, it's only dollars we collect\nNiggas go hard, so protect your neck\nHood life, that's what I should like, we stood right\nPussy all day, wish honeys a good night\nI'm pushy all ways and my money's a good fight\nI bite your ear off when it's time to get hype (get hype)\nPoppy Wardrobe king, all kinds of outfits\nMy whole repertoire is just rhymes and outlets\n\nI don't gotta worry 'cause y'all don't know nothing\nI be outside and y'all be so fronting\nTry to ride with y'all, but y'all don't know function\nStop tryin' to rhyme, none of y'all can spit\nFuck all of y'all, you can suck my -\n\nYour technique is second to none\nRight\nThat was a magnificent display of the Mandingo style\nQuite impressive\nRight, now witness my Shaolin sword style\nSplendid\nClan and Mathematics\nWe do it for everybody, even the maggots","syncedLyrics":"[00:06.22] The Mandingo style takes a strong back and total breath control\n[00:10.13] If properly mastered\n[00:11.58] One's skin becomes impervious to swords, spears, and fire, even bullets\n[00:16.17] Ultimately, one becomes invincible\n[00:18.95] I'd like to see if you can master my deadly Shaolin technique\n[00:21.47] Flying fist\n[00:22.26] Right\n[00:23.25] Chef-sharpened blade\n[00:25.10] It's got fearsome strength\n[00:26.66] You bastard\n[00:31.82] Oh, shit\n[00:34.98] My design is like fine wine drip, caught in Spellman\n[00:37.83] Yo, he jumped out of a bag with a bliff\n[00:39.68] Kept coughing with a mask on, his flow was windy\n[00:42.11] Kept flowing, pardon me, the scarf was Fendi\n[00:44.44] Copping too much shit for the wiz\n[00:46.13] Other day, she tried to drive the god right up the bridge\n[00:48.71] I was highed out, you know the steeze since the Ellesse was striped\n[00:51.37] I'm just a big hustle nigga with my guns from Dyckman\n[00:53.96] Runnin' like Starks and them, hands is flooded\n[00:56.25] 35th, slipped up on the roof and puffed 'em\n[00:58.21] We wanna shoot everything that ain't ours\n[01:00.58] Now we want the loot every day and bring flowers\n[01:02.82] Got the gas like the reefer in my glass I flex\n[01:05.49] Get your bling on, eat out in Pakistan, yo, let's\n[01:07.84] Shoot big for the stars who layin' down\n[01:09.92] And represent them big mighty bars you layin' now, one hundred\n[01:20.97] Yeah, ask the mass if Rebel is rude\n[01:23.79] I put my feet on your table, hawk-tuah, spit in your food\n[01:26.60] It's a small thing, you an offspring\n[01:28.62] Young boy, lose your tongue, boy, watch how you talk to a king\n[01:31.33] You heard me? 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Kelly\n[02:28.26] Smell me? Don't try and tell me I ain't necessary\n[02:30.71] I'm legendary, Bone Crusher, I ain't never scary\n[02:32.98] See, ordinarily, I'm just extra extraordinary\n[02:35.73] Your Iron Lung technique is unmatched\n[02:37.80] It's top-notch\n[02:39.08] It's incredible\n[02:40.16] It's unbeatable\n[02:41.02] Right\n[02:42.01] Beware the Iron Lung\n[02:54.76] There are so many Wu-Tang styles to choose from\n[02:57.01] Right, I'd like to try your Poppy Wardrobe style\n[03:00.37] Forgive me, master\n[03:00.92] Big rings on the finger, truck all glittery\n[03:03.57] Ladies love Cappa 'cause I'm still chivalry\n[03:05.79] My name on the thousand, you know I keep browsing\n[03:08.19] Kiss 'em on the face, unbutton they blouses\n[03:10.37] Keep a nice pair of kicks, beautiful trousers\n[03:12.50] All my gators get money and hustle a lot\n[03:14.94] If you violate me, then I'ma spoil your plot\n[03:17.21] Gravitate, stupid-ass crabs, we eradicate\n[03:20.01] No disrespect, it's only dollars we collect\n[03:22.08] Niggas go hard, so protect your neck\n[03:24.20] Hood life, that's what I should like, we stood right\n[03:27.06] Pussy all day, wish honeys a good night\n[03:29.26] I'm pushy all ways and my money's a good fight\n[03:31.56] I bite your ear off when it's time to get hype (get hype)\n[03:34.16] Poppy Wardrobe king, all kinds of outfits\n[03:36.38] My whole repertoire is just rhymes and outlets\n[03:38.73] I don't gotta worry 'cause y'all don't know nothing\n[03:41.03] I be outside and y'all be so fronting\n[03:43.54] Try to ride with y'all, but y'all don't know function\n[03:45.79] Stop tryin' to rhyme, none of y'all can spit\n[03:48.13] Fuck all of y'all, you can suck my -\n[03:54.11] Your technique is second to none\n[03:55.73] Right\n[03:57.04] That was a magnificent display of the Mandingo style\n[04:00.28] Quite impressive\n[04:00.97] Right, now witness my Shaolin sword style\n[04:03.15] Splendid\n[04:17.10] Clan and Mathematics\n[04:18.14] We do it for everybody, even the maggots\n[04:20.48] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Mandingo\n  artist: Wu-Tang Clan\n  album: Black Samson, the Bastard Swordsman (Instrumental)\n  duration_ms: 274000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: The Mandingo style takes a strong back and total breath control\n  start_ms: 6220\n  end_ms: 10130\n- text: If properly mastered\n  start_ms: 10130\n  end_ms: 11580\n- text: One's skin becomes impervious to swords, spears, and fire, even bullets\n  start_ms: 11580\n  end_ms: 16170\n- text: Ultimately, one becomes invincible\n  start_ms: 16170\n  end_ms: 18950\n- text: I'd like to see if you can master my deadly Shaolin technique\n  start_ms: 18950\n  end_ms: 21470\n- text: Flying fist\n  start_ms: 21470\n  end_ms: 22260\n- text: Right\n  start_ms: 22260\n  end_ms: 23250\n- text: Chef-sharpened blade\n  start_ms: 23250\n  end_ms: 25100\n- text: It's got fearsome strength\n  start_ms: 25100\n  end_ms: 26660\n- text: You bastard\n  start_ms: 26660\n  end_ms: 31820\n- text: Oh, shit\n  start_ms: 31820\n  end_ms: 34980\n- text: My design is like fine wine drip, caught in Spellman\n  start_ms: 34980\n  end_ms: 37830\n- text: Yo, he jumped out of a bag with a bliff\n  start_ms: 37830\n  end_ms: 39680\n- text: Kept coughing with a mask on, his flow was windy\n  start_ms: 39680\n  end_ms: 42110\n- text: Kept flowing, pardon me, the scarf was Fendi\n  start_ms: 42110\n  end_ms: 44440\n- text: Copping too much shit for the wiz\n  start_ms: 44440\n  end_ms: 46130\n- text: Other day, she tried to drive the god right up the bridge\n  start_ms: 46130\n  end_ms: 48710\n- text: I was highed out, you know the steeze since the Ellesse was striped\n  start_ms: 48710\n  end_ms: 51370\n- text: I'm just a big hustle nigga with my guns from Dyckman\n  start_ms: 51370\n  end_ms: 53960\n- text: Runnin' like Starks and them, hands is flooded\n  start_ms: 53960\n  end_ms: 56250\n- text: 35th, slipped up on the roof and puffed 'em\n  start_ms: 56250\n  end_ms: 58210\n- text: We wanna shoot everything that ain't ours\n  start_ms: 58210\n  end_ms: 60580\n- text: Now we want the loot every day and bring flowers\n  start_ms: 60580\n  end_ms: 62820\n- text: Got the gas like the reefer in my glass I flex\n  start_ms: 62820\n  end_ms: 65490\n- text: Get your bling on, eat out in Pakistan, yo, let's\n  start_ms: 65490\n  end_ms: 67840\n- text: Shoot big for the stars who layin' down\n  start_ms: 67840\n  end_ms: 69920\n- text: And represent them big mighty bars you layin' now, one hundred\n  start_ms: 69920\n  end_ms: 80970\n- text: Yeah, ask the mass if Rebel is rude\n  start_ms: 80970\n  end_ms: 83790\n- text: I put my feet on your table, hawk-tuah, spit in your food\n  start_ms: 83790\n  end_ms: 86600\n- text: It's a small thing, you an offspring\n  start_ms: 86600\n  end_ms: 88620\n- text: Young boy, lose your tongue, boy, watch how you talk to a king\n  start_ms: 88620\n  end_ms: 91330\n- text: You heard me? 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I'm built sturdy, still in the field, dirty\n  Amazon in my prime, I bring it real early\n  Like that, get it right and exact\n  Tell a wiretap I be on money like tax\n\n  Allah Math, marvelous craft, carving the path\n  I charge 2K every bar and a half\n  Counting cash in the rec room, bumping that Deck tune\n  Respect for select few, the rest is F you\n  Hip-hop, Deck keep it fresher than Ziploc\n  See me in the S6, whippin' through gridlock\n  Big shot, stealing your meal, you on Ramadan\n  I'm all day with the smoke like Tommy Chong\n\n  Hold the iron mic steady, one eye on the fetty\n  Other eye on the petty, start the Glock, I'm ready\n  My name hold weight on the block, all heavy\n  As a father, I figured y'all popped already\n  Got shot already, I'm pissed in the plot, y'all buried\n  Rollie on the watch all presi'\n  My drive to the top Andretti\n  And beyond contrary, lot of paper gettin' dropped, confetti\n\n  Suckers try to knock me out the box like Skelly\n  Once upon a time, this is not like Shkreli\n  The script on the pot, not reggie\n  We cop, but the cops know this 12 play is not R. Kelly\n  Smell me? Don't try and tell me I ain't necessary\n  I'm legendary, Bone Crusher, I ain't never scary\n  See, ordinarily, I'm just extra extraordinary\n\n  Your Iron Lung technique is unmatched\n  It's top-notch\n  It's incredible\n  It's unbeatable\n  Right\n  Beware the Iron Lung\n  There are so many Wu-Tang styles to choose from\n  Right, I'd like to try your Poppy Wardrobe style\n  Forgive me, master\n\n  Big rings on the finger, truck all glittery\n  Ladies love Cappa 'cause I'm still chivalry\n  My name on the thousand, you know I keep browsing\n  Kiss 'em on the face, unbutton they blouses\n  Keep a nice pair of kicks, beautiful trousers\n  All my gators get money and hustle a lot\n  If you violate me, then I'ma spoil your plot\n  Gravitate, stupid-ass crabs, we eradicate\n\n  No disrespect, it's only dollars we collect\n  Niggas go hard, so protect your neck\n  Hood life, that's what I should like, we stood right\n  Pussy all day, wish honeys a good night\n  I'm pushy all ways and my money's a good fight\n  I bite your ear off when it's time to get hype (get hype)\n  Poppy Wardrobe king, all kinds of outfits\n  My whole repertoire is just rhymes and outlets\n\n  I don't gotta worry 'cause y'all don't know nothing\n  I be outside and y'all be so fronting\n  Try to ride with y'all, but y'all don't know function\n  Stop tryin' to rhyme, none of y'all can spit\n  Fuck all of y'all, you can suck my -\n\n  Your technique is second to none\n  Right\n  That was a magnificent display of the Mandingo style\n  Quite impressive\n  Right, now witness my Shaolin sword style\n  Splendid\n  Clan and Mathematics\n  We do it for everybody, even the maggots\n"},{"id":23669755,"name":"Mandingo (Instrumental)","trackName":"Mandingo (Instrumental)","artistName":"Wu-Tang Clan","albumName":"Black Samson, the Bastard Swordsman (Deluxe)","duration":274.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"The Mandingo style takes a strong back and total breath control\nIf properly mastered, one's skin becomes impervious to swords\nSpears, and fire, even bullets\nUltimately, one becomes invincible\nI'd like to see if you can master my deadly shaolin technique\nFlying fist\nRight\nChef-sharpened blade\nIt's got fearsome strength\nYou bastard\nOh, shit\nMy design is like fine wine drip\nCaught in Spellman, yo, he jumped out of a bag with a bliff\nKept coughing with a mask on, his flow was windy\nKept flowing, pardon me, the scarf was Fendi\nCopping too much shit for the wiz\nOther day, she tried to drive the car right up the bridge\nI was highed out, you know the steeze since the Ellesse was striped\nI'm just a big hustle nigga with my guns from Dyckman\nRunnin' like Starks and them hands are flooded\nThirty-fifth, slipped up on the roof and puffed 'em\nWe gonna shoot everything that ain't ours\nNow we went to loot everything and bring flowers\n'Bout the gas like the reefer in the glass I flex\nGet your bling on, eat out in Pakistan, yo, let's\nShoot big for the stars, you layin' out\nAnd represent the big mighty bars you layin' now\nOne hundred\nYeah, ask the mass if rebel is rude\nI put my feet on your table, spit in your food\nIt's a small thing, you an offspring\nYoung boy, lose your tongue, boy, watch how you talk to a king\nYou heard me? I'm built sturdy\nStill in the field, dirty\nAmazon in my prime, I bring it real early\nLike that, get it right and exact\nTell a wiretap I be on money like tax\nAllah math, marvelous craft, carving the path\nI charge 2K every bar and a half\nCounting cash in the rec room, bumping that Deck tune\nRespect for a select few, the rest is F you\nHip-hop, Deck keep it fresher than Ziploc\nSee me in the S6 whippin' through gridlock\nBig shot, stealing your meal, you on Ramadan\nI'm all day with the smoke like Tommy Chong\nHold the iron mic steady, one eye on the fetty\nOther eye on the petty, start the clock, I'm ready\nMy name hold weight on the block, all heavy\nAs a father, I figured y'all popped already\nGot shot already\nI'm pissed in the plot, y'all buried\nRollie on the watch, all presi'\nMy drive to the top Andretti\nAnd beyond contrary, lot of paper gettin' dropped, confetti\nSuckers try to knock me out the box, like Skelly\nOnce upon a time, this is not like Shkreli\nThe script on the pot, not Reggie\nWe cop, but the cops know this twelve play is not R. Kelly\nSmell me? Don't try and tell me I ain't necessary\nI'm legendary, Bone Crusher, I ain't never scary\nSee ordinarily, I'm just extraordinary\nYour iron lung technique is unmatched\nIt's top notch, it's incredible, it's unbeatable\nRight\nBeware the iron lung\nThere are so many Wu-Tang styles to choose from\nRight, I'd like to try your poppy wardrobe style\nForgive me, master\nBig rings on the finger, truck all glittery\nLadies love Cappa 'cause I'm still chivalry\nMy name on the thousand, you know I keep browsing\nKiss 'em on the face, unbutton they blouses\nKeep a nice pair of kicks, beautiful trousers\nAll my gators get money and hustle a lot\nIf you violate me, then I'ma spoil your plot\nGravitate, stupid-ass crabs, we eradicate\nNo disrespect, it's only dollars we collect\nNiggas go hard, so protect your neck\nHood life, that's what I should like, we stood right\nPussy all day, wish honeys a good night\nI'm pushy all ways and my money's a good fight\nI bite your ear off when it's time to get hype\nPoppy wardrobe king, all kinds of outfits\nMy whole repertoire is just rounds and outlets\nI don't gotta worry 'cause y'all don't know nothin'\nI be outside and y'all be so frontin'\nTry to ride with y'all, but y'all no function\nStop tryna rhyme, none of y'all can spit\nFuck all of y'all, you can suck my\nYour technique is second to none\nRight\nThat was a magnificent display of the Mandingo style\nQuite impressive\nRight, now witness my shaolin sword style\nSplendid\nClan and Mathematics\nWe do it for everybody, even the maggots","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Mandingo (Instrumental)\n  artist: Wu-Tang Clan\n  album: Black Samson, the Bastard Swordsman (Deluxe)\n  duration_ms: 274000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  The Mandingo style takes a strong back and total breath control\n  If properly mastered, one's skin becomes impervious to swords\n  Spears, and fire, even bullets\n  Ultimately, one becomes invincible\n  I'd like to see if you can master my deadly shaolin technique\n  Flying fist\n  Right\n  Chef-sharpened blade\n  It's got fearsome strength\n  You bastard\n  Oh, shit\n  My design is like fine wine drip\n  Caught in Spellman, yo, he jumped out of a bag with a bliff\n  Kept coughing with a mask on, his flow was windy\n  Kept flowing, pardon me, the scarf was Fendi\n  Copping too much shit for the wiz\n  Other day, she tried to drive the car right up the bridge\n  I was highed out, you know the steeze since the Ellesse was striped\n  I'm just a big hustle nigga with my guns from Dyckman\n  Runnin' like Starks and them hands are flooded\n  Thirty-fifth, slipped up on the roof and puffed 'em\n  We gonna shoot everything that ain't ours\n  Now we went to loot everything and bring flowers\n  'Bout the gas like the reefer in the glass I flex\n  Get your bling on, eat out in Pakistan, yo, let's\n  Shoot big for the stars, you layin' out\n  And represent the big mighty bars you layin' now\n  One hundred\n  Yeah, ask the mass if rebel is rude\n  I put my feet on your table, spit in your food\n  It's a small thing, you an offspring\n  Young boy, lose your tongue, boy, watch how you talk to a king\n  You heard me? I'm built sturdy\n  Still in the field, dirty\n  Amazon in my prime, I bring it real early\n  Like that, get it right and exact\n  Tell a wiretap I be on money like tax\n  Allah math, marvelous craft, carving the path\n  I charge 2K every bar and a half\n  Counting cash in the rec room, bumping that Deck tune\n  Respect for a select few, the rest is F you\n  Hip-hop, Deck keep it fresher than Ziploc\n  See me in the S6 whippin' through gridlock\n  Big shot, stealing your meal, you on Ramadan\n  I'm all day with the smoke like Tommy Chong\n  Hold the iron mic steady, one eye on the fetty\n  Other eye on the petty, start the clock, I'm ready\n  My name hold weight on the block, all heavy\n  As a father, I figured y'all popped already\n  Got shot already\n  I'm pissed in the plot, y'all buried\n  Rollie on the watch, all presi'\n  My drive to the top Andretti\n  And beyond contrary, lot of paper gettin' dropped, confetti\n  Suckers try to knock me out the box, like Skelly\n  Once upon a time, this is not like Shkreli\n  The script on the pot, not Reggie\n  We cop, but the cops know this twelve play is not R. Kelly\n  Smell me? Don't try and tell me I ain't necessary\n  I'm legendary, Bone Crusher, I ain't never scary\n  See ordinarily, I'm just extraordinary\n  Your iron lung technique is unmatched\n  It's top notch, it's incredible, it's unbeatable\n  Right\n  Beware the iron lung\n  There are so many Wu-Tang styles to choose from\n  Right, I'd like to try your poppy wardrobe style\n  Forgive me, master\n  Big rings on the finger, truck all glittery\n  Ladies love Cappa 'cause I'm still chivalry\n  My name on the thousand, you know I keep browsing\n  Kiss 'em on the face, unbutton they blouses\n  Keep a nice pair of kicks, beautiful trousers\n  All my gators get money and hustle a lot\n  If you violate me, then I'ma spoil your plot\n  Gravitate, stupid-ass crabs, we eradicate\n  No disrespect, it's only dollars we collect\n  Niggas go hard, so protect your neck\n  Hood life, that's what I should like, we stood right\n  Pussy all day, wish honeys a good night\n  I'm pushy all ways and my money's a good fight\n  I bite your ear off when it's time to get hype\n  Poppy wardrobe king, all kinds of outfits\n  My whole repertoire is just rounds and outlets\n  I don't gotta worry 'cause y'all don't know nothin'\n  I be outside and y'all be so frontin'\n  Try to ride with y'all, but y'all no function\n  Stop tryna rhyme, none of y'all can spit\n  Fuck all of y'all, you can suck my\n  Your technique is second to none\n  Right\n  That was a magnificent display of the Mandingo style\n  Quite impressive\n  Right, now witness my shaolin sword style\n  Splendid\n  Clan and Mathematics\n  We do it for everybody, even the maggots\n"},{"id":25411180,"name":"Mandingo Instrumental","trackName":"Mandingo Instrumental","artistName":"Wu-Tang Clan","albumName":"Black Samson Instrumentals","duration":274.001,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"The Mandingo style takes a strong back and total breath control\nIf properly mastered, one's skin becomes impervious to swords\nSpears, and fire, even bullets\nUltimately, one becomes invincible\nI'd like to see if you can master my deadly shaolin technique\nFlying fist\nRight\nChef-sharpened blade\nIt's got fearsome strength\nYou bastard\nOh, shit\nMy design is like fine wine drip\nCaught in Spellman, yo, he jumped out of a bag with a bliff\nKept coughing with a mask on, his flow was windy\nKept flowing, pardon me, the scarf was Fendi\nCopping too much shit for the wiz\nOther day, she tried to drive the car right up the bridge\nI was highed out, you know the steeze since the Ellesse was striped\nI'm just a big hustle nigga with my guns from Dyckman\nRunnin' like Starks and them hands are flooded\nThirty-fifth, slipped up on the roof and puffed 'em\nWe gonna shoot everything that ain't ours\nNow we went to loot everything and bring flowers\n'Bout the gas like the reefer in the glass I flex\nGet your bling on, eat out in Pakistan, yo, let's\nShoot big for the stars, you layin' out\nAnd represent the big mighty bars you layin' now\nOne hundred\nYeah, ask the mass if rebel is rude\nI put my feet on your table, spit in your food\nIt's a small thing, you an offspring\nYoung boy, lose your tongue, boy, watch how you talk to a king\nYou heard me? I'm built sturdy\nStill in the field, dirty\nAmazon in my prime, I bring it real early\nLike that, get it right and exact\nTell a wiretap I be on money like tax\nAllah math, marvelous craft, carving the path\nI charge 2K every bar and a half\nCounting cash in the rec room, bumping that Deck tune\nRespect for a select few, the rest is F you\nHip-hop, Deck keep it fresher than Ziploc\nSee me in the S6 whippin' through gridlock\nBig shot, stealing your meal, you on Ramadan\nI'm all day with the smoke like Tommy Chong\nHold the iron mic steady, one eye on the fetty\nOther eye on the petty, start the clock, I'm ready\nMy name hold weight on the block, all heavy\nAs a father, I figured y'all popped already\nGot shot already\nI'm pissed in the plot, y'all buried\nRollie on the watch, all presi'\nMy drive to the top Andretti\nAnd beyond contrary, lot of paper gettin' dropped, confetti\nSuckers try to knock me out the box, like Skelly\nOnce upon a time, this is not like Shkreli\nThe script on the pot, not Reggie\nWe cop, but the cops know this twelve play is not R. Kelly\nSmell me? Don't try and tell me I ain't necessary\nI'm legendary, Bone Crusher, I ain't never scary\nSee ordinarily, I'm just extraordinary\nYour iron lung technique is unmatched\nIt's top notch, it's incredible, it's unbeatable\nRight\nBeware the iron lung\nThere are so many Wu-Tang styles to choose from\nRight, I'd like to try your poppy wardrobe style\nForgive me, master\nBig rings on the finger, truck all glittery\nLadies love Cappa 'cause I'm still chivalry\nMy name on the thousand, you know I keep browsing\nKiss 'em on the face, unbutton they blouses\nKeep a nice pair of kicks, beautiful trousers\nAll my gators get money and hustle a lot\nIf you violate me, then I'ma spoil your plot\nGravitate, stupid-ass crabs, we eradicate\nNo disrespect, it's only dollars we collect\nNiggas go hard, so protect your neck\nHood life, that's what I should like, we stood right\nPussy all day, wish honeys a good night\nI'm pushy all ways and my money's a good fight\nI bite your ear off when it's time to get hype\nPoppy wardrobe king, all kinds of outfits\nMy whole repertoire is just rounds and outlets\nI don't gotta worry 'cause y'all don't know nothin'\nI be outside and y'all be so frontin'\nTry to ride with y'all, but y'all no function\nStop tryna rhyme, none of y'all can spit\nFuck all of y'all, you can suck my\nYour technique is second to none\nRight\nThat was a magnificent display of the Mandingo style\nQuite impressive\nRight, now witness my shaolin sword style\nSplendid\nClan and Mathematics\nWe do it for everybody, even the maggots","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Mandingo Instrumental\n  artist: Wu-Tang Clan\n  album: Black Samson Instrumentals\n  duration_ms: 274001\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  The Mandingo style takes a strong back and total breath control\n  If properly mastered, one's skin becomes impervious to swords\n  Spears, and fire, even bullets\n  Ultimately, one becomes invincible\n  I'd like to see if you can master my deadly shaolin technique\n  Flying fist\n  Right\n  Chef-sharpened blade\n  It's got fearsome strength\n  You bastard\n  Oh, shit\n  My design is like fine wine drip\n  Caught in Spellman, yo, he jumped out of a bag with a bliff\n  Kept coughing with a mask on, his flow was windy\n  Kept flowing, pardon me, the scarf was Fendi\n  Copping too much shit for the wiz\n  Other day, she tried to drive the car right up the bridge\n  I was highed out, you know the steeze since the Ellesse was striped\n  I'm just a big hustle nigga with my guns from Dyckman\n  Runnin' like Starks and them hands are flooded\n  Thirty-fifth, slipped up on the roof and puffed 'em\n  We gonna shoot everything that ain't ours\n  Now we went to loot everything and bring flowers\n  'Bout the gas like the reefer in the glass I flex\n  Get your bling on, eat out in Pakistan, yo, let's\n  Shoot big for the stars, you layin' out\n  And represent the big mighty bars you layin' now\n  One hundred\n  Yeah, ask the mass if rebel is rude\n  I put my feet on your table, spit in your food\n  It's a small thing, you an offspring\n  Young boy, lose your tongue, boy, watch how you talk to a king\n  You heard me? I'm built sturdy\n  Still in the field, dirty\n  Amazon in my prime, I bring it real early\n  Like that, get it right and exact\n  Tell a wiretap I be on money like tax\n  Allah math, marvelous craft, carving the path\n  I charge 2K every bar and a half\n  Counting cash in the rec room, bumping that Deck tune\n  Respect for a select few, the rest is F you\n  Hip-hop, Deck keep it fresher than Ziploc\n  See me in the S6 whippin' through gridlock\n  Big shot, stealing your meal, you on Ramadan\n  I'm all day with the smoke like Tommy Chong\n  Hold the iron mic steady, one eye on the fetty\n  Other eye on the petty, start the clock, I'm ready\n  My name hold weight on the block, all heavy\n  As a father, I figured y'all popped already\n  Got shot already\n  I'm pissed in the plot, y'all buried\n  Rollie on the watch, all presi'\n  My drive to the top Andretti\n  And beyond contrary, lot of paper gettin' dropped, confetti\n  Suckers try to knock me out the box, like Skelly\n  Once upon a time, this is not like Shkreli\n  The script on the pot, not Reggie\n  We cop, but the cops know this twelve play is not R. Kelly\n  Smell me? Don't try and tell me I ain't necessary\n  I'm legendary, Bone Crusher, I ain't never scary\n  See ordinarily, I'm just extraordinary\n  Your iron lung technique is unmatched\n  It's top notch, it's incredible, it's unbeatable\n  Right\n  Beware the iron lung\n  There are so many Wu-Tang styles to choose from\n  Right, I'd like to try your poppy wardrobe style\n  Forgive me, master\n  Big rings on the finger, truck all glittery\n  Ladies love Cappa 'cause I'm still chivalry\n  My name on the thousand, you know I keep browsing\n  Kiss 'em on the face, unbutton they blouses\n  Keep a nice pair of kicks, beautiful trousers\n  All my gators get money and hustle a lot\n  If you violate me, then I'ma spoil your plot\n  Gravitate, stupid-ass crabs, we eradicate\n  No disrespect, it's only dollars we collect\n  Niggas go hard, so protect your neck\n  Hood life, that's what I should like, we stood right\n  Pussy all day, wish honeys a good night\n  I'm pushy all ways and my money's a good fight\n  I bite your ear off when it's time to get hype\n  Poppy wardrobe king, all kinds of outfits\n  My whole repertoire is just rounds and outlets\n  I don't gotta worry 'cause y'all don't know nothin'\n  I be outside and y'all be so frontin'\n  Try to ride with y'all, but y'all no function\n  Stop tryna rhyme, none of y'all can spit\n  Fuck all of y'all, you can suck my\n  Your technique is second to none\n  Right\n  That was a magnificent display of the Mandingo style\n  Quite impressive\n  Right, now witness my shaolin sword style\n  Splendid\n  Clan and Mathematics\n  We do it for everybody, even the maggots\n"}]