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Dolemite classic\nThe vandal's back, hands on Angela Bassett\nI handle my plastic, gunplay I mastered\nNo coke, dope mixed down with acid on record\nBroken down and crafted in seconds\nLady's choice, the golden voice still peppered\nBetter, respect it, bitch believe\nI pull rabbits out the hat, tricks up my sleeves\nI air out the showroom, the shit can breathe\nFix your weave, behold my expertise\n\nI got my uzi back - you dudes is wack, face it the Wu is back\nI got my uzi back - you dudes is wack, face it the Wu is back\n\nTake it back to the peoples, leanin' gettin' rec room punch\nWe in them authentic alley switchin joints\nMajor general niggas, five stars\nBoth arms rock when coke dropped we read a hundred niggas palms\nSilencers, garbage bags of hash\nFor every cop we paid retired now the nigga on smash\nGash you out your burner fast\nYou swing down hatin me now respect get your fingers off the glass\nYo what the fuck yo?! Yo what the fuck y'all comin for?\nGet the fuck away from my door!\nWe got big guns in here, coke over there\nWith blue bag and E pills stashed under the chair\nAnd there's Boss Hog black and white pit with the pink lips\nStan thought he was soft 'til he bit his fingers\nThe shit had me dyin yo, big fat nigga bleedin\nBig cat nigga all season\nOn the beach truck, stuck with Hawaiian ice\nDiamond twice the whole city thought I bought FUBU\nBlew you, authentic doodoo, picture the fog iced out\n18 karat rap between noodles\nUp at Killa Bee headquarters, four whips just pulled up\nI saw Johnny sippin Henny from a iced out cup\nYo with the blunt, two-way vibratin off the hip\nI sit took three drags off the honey-dip\nNow what you talkin? You see my gold fronts sparkin?\nAin't tryin to hear what you dogs be barkin\nRead the headline, that was blast on today's Post\nDead king, thought he could ace Ghost\nQueen couldn't even jack Monk\nProbably find him in Doc Doom's back trunk\nBdoodoodoo! I'm up at the Wu library\nReadin Malcolm's, \". Any Means Necessary\"\nJohn John, Bacardi straight up hold the ice\nSo nice like New York they had to name him twice\nName your price, I black out then change the lights\nGive you the same advice that I gave my wife\nDon't fuck with mine, Clan give you lumps in nine\nLet the smoke cloud clear so the sun can shine\nCulture shock, for some of us that's all we got\nWhether you ball or not, you can all get shot\nNew York, New York, legendary rhyme boss\nCode name Charlie Horse, bust with blind force\nI smash set it and wreck for cash credit or check\nYou crash-tests can't measure the threat\nI dance on a nigga like my name's Zab Judah\nRap barracuda, three XL kahuna\nSure to get it perkin and cause a disturbance\nI'm thirstin, feel what I feel then we can merge then\nCreep it through the states in V8's and 12's\nMy weight's hell, fuck with me then brace yourself\nThe Noble, Sir I mass mogul\nKnown to blast vocals, and move global on you locals\nThis is grown man talkin, coward I split your head\nI'm from the East where the streets run red from the bloodshed\nHit Chef for the rice and peas\nNuff respect Father E tumbled at ease\nMy brothers can't wait to squeeze the automatic\nThey need wreck like a drug dealer need a addict\nFloatin on the 95, sting like a killer bee\nYour hands can't hit what your eyes can't see\n\nFrom dark matter to the big crunch\nThe vocals came in a bunch without one punch\nRare glimpse from the, strictly advanced, proved unstoppable\nReputation enhanced, since the cause was probable\nSo you compare contrast but don't blast\nThrough extreme depths, with the pen I hold fast\nWatch the block thirst for one became all\nShot 'em with the long forgotten rainfall\nDelivered in a vivid fashion with simplicity\nThe blind couldn't verify the authenticity\nThe rhyme came from the pressure of heat\nThen it was laid out, on the ground to pave streets","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Clan / Uzi (Pinky Ring)\n  artist: Wu-Tang\n  album: Wu-Tang Clan   Wu-Tang Iron Flag\n  duration_ms: 320209\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yo. yeah\n  Don't erase none of that good shit in the beginnin\n  Yo. spill drinks on ya, get stank on ya\n  Yo. yo. pinky ring shit, yo\n  That pinky ring shit, yo\n\n  It's that pinky ring shit, the legend of masked kid\n  Shoot out the speakers when my guns get jurassic\n  Superbad, who am I? Dolemite classic\n  The vandal's back, hands on Angela Bassett\n  I handle my plastic, gunplay I mastered\n  No coke, dope mixed down with acid on record\n  Broken down and crafted in seconds\n  Lady's choice, the golden voice still peppered\n  Better, respect it, bitch believe\n  I pull rabbits out the hat, tricks up my sleeves\n  I air out the showroom, the shit can breathe\n  Fix your weave, behold my expertise\n\n  I got my uzi back - you dudes is wack, face it the Wu is back\n  I got my uzi back - you dudes is wack, face it the Wu is back\n\n  Take it back to the peoples, leanin' gettin' rec room punch\n  We in them authentic alley switchin joints\n  Major general niggas, five stars\n  Both arms rock when coke dropped we read a hundred niggas palms\n  Silencers, garbage bags of hash\n  For every cop we paid retired now the nigga on smash\n  Gash you out your burner fast\n  You swing down hatin me now respect get your fingers off the glass\n  Yo what the fuck yo?! Yo what the fuck y'all comin for?\n  Get the fuck away from my door!\n  We got big guns in here, coke over there\n  With blue bag and E pills stashed under the chair\n  And there's Boss Hog black and white pit with the pink lips\n  Stan thought he was soft 'til he bit his fingers\n  The shit had me dyin yo, big fat nigga bleedin\n  Big cat nigga all season\n  On the beach truck, stuck with Hawaiian ice\n  Diamond twice the whole city thought I bought FUBU\n  Blew you, authentic doodoo, picture the fog iced out\n  18 karat rap between noodles\n  Up at Killa Bee headquarters, four whips just pulled up\n  I saw Johnny sippin Henny from a iced out cup\n  Yo with the blunt, two-way vibratin off the hip\n  I sit took three drags off the honey-dip\n  Now what you talkin? You see my gold fronts sparkin?\n  Ain't tryin to hear what you dogs be barkin\n  Read the headline, that was blast on today's Post\n  Dead king, thought he could ace Ghost\n  Queen couldn't even jack Monk\n  Probably find him in Doc Doom's back trunk\n  Bdoodoodoo! I'm up at the Wu library\n  Readin Malcolm's, \". Any Means Necessary\"\n  John John, Bacardi straight up hold the ice\n  So nice like New York they had to name him twice\n  Name your price, I black out then change the lights\n  Give you the same advice that I gave my wife\n  Don't fuck with mine, Clan give you lumps in nine\n  Let the smoke cloud clear so the sun can shine\n  Culture shock, for some of us that's all we got\n  Whether you ball or not, you can all get shot\n  New York, New York, legendary rhyme boss\n  Code name Charlie Horse, bust with blind force\n  I smash set it and wreck for cash credit or check\n  You crash-tests can't measure the threat\n  I dance on a nigga like my name's Zab Judah\n  Rap barracuda, three XL kahuna\n  Sure to get it perkin and cause a disturbance\n  I'm thirstin, feel what I feel then we can merge then\n  Creep it through the states in V8's and 12's\n  My weight's hell, fuck with me then brace yourself\n  The Noble, Sir I mass mogul\n  Known to blast vocals, and move global on you locals\n  This is grown man talkin, coward I split your head\n  I'm from the East where the streets run red from the bloodshed\n  Hit Chef for the rice and peas\n  Nuff respect Father E tumbled at ease\n  My brothers can't wait to squeeze the automatic\n  They need wreck like a drug dealer need a addict\n  Floatin on the 95, sting like a killer bee\n  Your hands can't hit what your eyes can't see\n\n  From dark matter to the big crunch\n  The vocals came in a bunch without one punch\n  Rare glimpse from the, strictly advanced, proved unstoppable\n  Reputation enhanced, since the cause was probable\n  So you compare contrast but don't blast\n  Through extreme depths, with the pen I hold fast\n  Watch the block thirst for one became all\n  Shot 'em with the long forgotten rainfall\n  Delivered in a vivid fashion with simplicity\n  The blind couldn't verify the authenticity\n  The rhyme came from the pressure of heat\n  Then it was laid out, on the ground to pave streets\n"},{"id":26319996,"name":"Uzi (Pinky Ring)","trackName":"Uzi (Pinky Ring)","artistName":"Wu-Tang Clan","albumName":"Wu-Tang Clan   Wu-Tang Iron Flag","duration":320.173333,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yo. yeah\nDon't erase none of that good shit in the beginnin'\nYo. spill drinks on ya, get stank on ya\nYo. yo. pinky ring shit, yo\nThat pinky ring shit yo\n\nIt's that pinky ring shit, the legend of masked kid\nShoot out the speakers when my guns get jurassic\nSuperbad, who am I? Dolemite classic\nThe vandal's back, hands on Angela Bassett\nI handle my plastic, gunplay I mastered\nNo coke, dope mixed down with acid on record\nBroken down and crafted in seconds\nLady's choice, the golden voice still peppered\nBetter, respect it, bitch believe\nI pull rabbits out the hat, tricks up my sleeves\nI air out the showroom, the shit can breathe\nFix your weave, behold my expertise\n\n(Wu-Tang Clan)\nI got my uzi back\nYou dudes is wack\nFace it the Wu is back\n(Raekwon the Chef)\nTake it back to the people, leanin' gettin' rec room punch\nWe in them authentic alley switchin joints\nMajor general niggas, five stars\nBoth arms rock when coke dropped we read a hundred niggas' palms\nSilencers, garbage bags of hash\nFor every cop we paid retired now the nigga on smash\nGash you out your burner fast\nYou swing down hatin' me now respect get your fingers off the glass\n\n()\n\n(Ghostface Killah)\nYo what the fuck yo?! Yo what the fuck y'all comin' for?\nGet the fuck away from my door!\nWe got big guns in here, coke over there\nWith blue bag and E pills stashed under the chair\nAnd there's Boss Hog black and white pit with the pink lips\nStan thought he was soft 'til he bit his fingers\nThe shit had me dyin' yo, big fat nigga bleedin'\nBig cat nigga all season\nOn the beach truck, stuck with Hawaiian ice\nDiamond twice the whole city thought I bought FUBU\nBlew you, authentic doo doo, picture the fog iced out\nEighteen karat rap between noodles\n\n()\n\n(RZA)\nUp at Killa Bee headquarters, full rips is poured up\nI saw Johnny sippin' Henny from a iced out cup\nYo with the blunt, two-way vibratin' off the hip\nI sit took, three drags off the honey-dip\nNow what you talkin'? You see my gold fronts sparkin'?\nAin't tryin' to hear what you dogs be barkin'\nRead the headline, that was blast on today's Post\nDead King, thought he could ace Ghost\nQueen, couldn't even jack Monk\nProbably find him in Doc Doom's back trunk\nBdoodoodoo! I'm up at the Wu library\nReadin Malcolm's, \". Any Means Necessary\"\n\n(Method Man)\nJohn John, Bacardi straight up hold the ice\nSo nice like New York they had to name him twice\nName your price, I black out then change the lights\nGive you the same advice that I gave my wife\nDon't fuck with mine, Clan give you lumps in nine\nLet the smoke cloud clear so the sun can shine\nCulture shock, for some of us that's all we got\nWhether you ball or not, you can all be shot\n\n(Inspectah Deck)\nNew York, New York, legendary rhyme boss\nCode name Charley Horse, bust with blind force\nI smash set it and wreck for cash credit or check\nYou crabs test, can't measure the threat\nI dance on a nigga like my name's Zab Judah\nRap barracuda, three XL kahuna\nSure to get it perkin' and cause a disturbance\nI'm thirstin', feel what I feel then we can merge then\nCreep it through the states in V8's and 12's\nMy weight's hell, fuck with me then brace yourself\nThe Noble, Sir I mass mogul\nKnown to blast vocals, and move global on you locals\n\n(Masta Killa)\nThis is grown man talkin', coward I split your head\nI'm from the East where the streets run red from the bloodshed\nHit Chef for the rice and peas\n'Nuff respect Father E tumbled at ease\nMy brothers can't wait to squeeze the automatic\nThey need wreck like a drug dealer need a addict\nFloatin' on the 95, sting like a killer bee\nYour hands can't hit what your eyes can't see\n\n(GZA)\nFrom dark matter to the big crunch\nThe vocals came in a bunch without one punch\nRare glimpse from the, strictly advanced, proved unstoppable\nReputation enhanced, since the cause was probable\nSo you compare contrast but don't blast\nThrough extreme depths, with the pen I hold fast\nWatch the block thirst for one became all\nShot 'em with the long forgotten rainfall\nDelivered in a vivid fashion with simplicity\nThe blind couldn't verify the authenticity\nThe rhyme came from the pressure of heat\nThen it was laid out, on the ground to pave streets\n\n()","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.83] Yo. yeah\n[00:01.91] Don't erase none of that good shit in the beginnin'\n[00:06.57] Yo. spill drinks on ya, get stank on ya\n[00:09.39] Yo. yo. pinky ring shit, yo\n[00:14.69] That pinky ring shit yo\n[00:17.49] It's that pinky ring shit, the legend of masked kid\n[00:17.62] Shoot out the speakers when my guns get jurassic\n[00:20.63] Superbad, who am I? Dolemite classic\n[00:24.58] The vandal's back, hands on Angela Bassett\n[00:25.65] I handle my plastic, gunplay I mastered\n[00:28.14] No coke, dope mixed down with acid on record\n[00:31.50] Broken down and crafted in seconds\n[00:35.40] Lady's choice, the golden voice still peppered\n[00:35.42] Better, respect it, bitch believe\n[00:40.08] I pull rabbits out the hat, tricks up my sleeves\n[00:41.55] I air out the showroom, the shit can breathe\n[00:41.72] Fix your weave, behold my expertise\n[00:45.81] (Wu-Tang Clan)\n[00:46.92] I got my uzi back\n[00:48.79] You dudes is wack\n[00:50.57] Face it the Wu is back\n[00:51.25] (Raekwon the Chef)\n[00:55.04] Take it back to the people, leanin' gettin' rec room punch\n[00:57.11] We in them authentic alley switchin joints\n[00:57.35] Major general niggas, five stars\n[01:00.90] Both arms rock when coke dropped we read a hundred niggas' palms\n[01:04.28] Silencers, garbage bags of hash\n[01:05.56] For every cop we paid retired now the nigga on smash\n[01:08.98] Gash you out your burner fast\n[01:11.14] You swing down hatin' me now respect get your fingers off the glass\n[01:13.28] ()\n[01:13.42] (Ghostface Killah)\n[01:14.35] Yo what the fuck yo?! Yo what the fuck y'all comin' for?\n[01:24.86] Get the fuck away from my door!\n[01:25.81] We got big guns in here, coke over there\n[01:27.45] With blue bag and E pills stashed under the chair\n[01:31.35] And there's Boss Hog black and white pit with the pink lips\n[01:34.73] Stan thought he was soft 'til he bit his fingers\n[01:36.68] The shit had me dyin' yo, big fat nigga bleedin'\n[01:39.14] Big cat nigga all season\n[01:40.59] On the beach truck, stuck with Hawaiian ice\n[01:42.92] Diamond twice the whole city thought I bought FUBU\n[01:45.84] Blew you, authentic doo doo, picture the fog iced out\n[01:48.48] Eighteen karat rap between noodles\n[01:51.25] ()\n[01:51.43] (RZA)\n[01:53.33] Up at Killa Bee headquarters, full rips is poured up\n[02:00.38] I saw Johnny sippin' Henny from a iced out cup\n[02:03.25] Yo with the blunt, two-way vibratin' off the hip\n[02:06.35] I sit took, three drags off the honey-dip\n[02:08.47] Now what you talkin'? You see my gold fronts sparkin'?\n[02:11.13] Ain't tryin' to hear what you dogs be barkin'\n[02:14.81] Read the headline, that was blast on today's Post\n[02:17.01] Dead King, thought he could ace Ghost\n[02:18.65] Queen, couldn't even jack Monk\n[02:18.86] Probably find him in Doc Doom's back trunk\n[02:22.22] Bdoodoodoo! I'm up at the Wu library\n[02:24.72] Readin Malcolm's, \". Any Means Necessary\"\n[02:27.43] (Method Man)\n[02:27.82] John John, Bacardi straight up hold the ice\n[02:29.07] So nice like New York they had to name him twice\n[02:31.52] Name your price, I black out then change the lights\n[02:33.24] Give you the same advice that I gave my wife\n[02:36.23] Don't fuck with mine, Clan give you lumps in nine\n[02:40.28] Let the smoke cloud clear so the sun can shine\n[02:42.05] Culture shock, for some of us that's all we got\n[02:42.70] Whether you ball or not, you can all be shot\n[02:46.04] (Inspectah Deck)\n[02:46.29] New York, New York, legendary rhyme boss\n[02:46.37] Code name Charley Horse, bust with blind force\n[02:50.88] I smash set it and wreck for cash credit or check\n[02:53.08] You crabs test, can't measure the threat\n[02:53.20] I dance on a nigga like my name's Zab Judah\n[02:58.23] Rap barracuda, three XL kahuna\n[02:59.37] Sure to get it perkin' and cause a disturbance\n[03:00.76] I'm thirstin', feel what I feel then we can merge then\n[03:04.26] Creep it through the states in V8's and 12's\n[03:04.41] My weight's hell, fuck with me then brace yourself\n[03:07.24] The Noble, Sir I mass mogul\n[03:10.32] Known to blast vocals, and move global on you locals\n[03:10.47] (Masta Killa)\n[03:12.91] This is grown man talkin', coward I split your head\n[03:15.15] I'm from the East where the streets run red from the bloodshed\n[03:17.88] Hit Chef for the rice and peas\n[03:20.03] 'Nuff respect Father E tumbled at ease\n[03:21.69] My brothers can't wait to squeeze the automatic\n[03:22.65] They need wreck like a drug dealer need a addict\n[03:24.56] Floatin' on the 95, sting like a killer bee\n[03:29.81] Your hands can't hit what your eyes can't see\n[03:31.28] (GZA)\n[03:32.07] From dark matter to the big crunch\n[03:32.29] The vocals came in a bunch without one punch\n[03:34.71] Rare glimpse from the, strictly advanced, proved unstoppable\n[03:34.90] Reputation enhanced, since the cause was probable\n[03:40.52] So you compare contrast but don't blast\n[03:41.99] Through extreme depths, with the pen I hold fast\n[03:43.86] Watch the block thirst for one became all\n[03:45.62] Shot 'em with the long forgotten rainfall\n[03:49.53] Delivered in a vivid fashion with simplicity\n[03:53.45] The blind couldn't verify the authenticity\n[03:55.10] The rhyme came from the pressure of heat\n[03:58.41] Then it was laid out, on the ground to pave streets\n[04:07.24] ()\n[04:07.90] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Uzi (Pinky Ring)\n  artist: Wu-Tang Clan\n  album: Wu-Tang Clan   Wu-Tang Iron Flag\n  duration_ms: 320173\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yo. yeah\n  start_ms: 1830\n  end_ms: 1910\n- text: Don't erase none of that good shit in the beginnin'\n  start_ms: 1910\n  end_ms: 6570\n- text: Yo. spill drinks on ya, get stank on ya\n  start_ms: 6570\n  end_ms: 9390\n- text: Yo. yo. pinky ring shit, yo\n  start_ms: 9390\n  end_ms: 14690\n- text: That pinky ring shit yo\n  start_ms: 14690\n  end_ms: 17490\n- text: It's that pinky ring shit, the legend of masked kid\n  start_ms: 17490\n  end_ms: 17620\n- text: Shoot out the speakers when my guns get jurassic\n  start_ms: 17620\n  end_ms: 20630\n- text: Superbad, who am I? 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Dolemite classic\n  The vandal's back, hands on Angela Bassett\n  I handle my plastic, gunplay I mastered\n  No coke, dope mixed down with acid on record\n  Broken down and crafted in seconds\n  Lady's choice, the golden voice still peppered\n  Better, respect it, bitch believe\n  I pull rabbits out the hat, tricks up my sleeves\n  I air out the showroom, the shit can breathe\n  Fix your weave, behold my expertise\n\n  (Wu-Tang Clan)\n  I got my uzi back\n  You dudes is wack\n  Face it the Wu is back\n  (Raekwon the Chef)\n  Take it back to the people, leanin' gettin' rec room punch\n  We in them authentic alley switchin joints\n  Major general niggas, five stars\n  Both arms rock when coke dropped we read a hundred niggas' palms\n  Silencers, garbage bags of hash\n  For every cop we paid retired now the nigga on smash\n  Gash you out your burner fast\n  You swing down hatin' me now respect get your fingers off the glass\n\n  ()\n\n  (Ghostface Killah)\n  Yo what the fuck yo?! Yo what the fuck y'all comin' for?\n  Get the fuck away from my door!\n  We got big guns in here, coke over there\n  With blue bag and E pills stashed under the chair\n  And there's Boss Hog black and white pit with the pink lips\n  Stan thought he was soft 'til he bit his fingers\n  The shit had me dyin' yo, big fat nigga bleedin'\n  Big cat nigga all season\n  On the beach truck, stuck with Hawaiian ice\n  Diamond twice the whole city thought I bought FUBU\n  Blew you, authentic doo doo, picture the fog iced out\n  Eighteen karat rap between noodles\n\n  ()\n\n  (RZA)\n  Up at Killa Bee headquarters, full rips is poured up\n  I saw Johnny sippin' Henny from a iced out cup\n  Yo with the blunt, two-way vibratin' off the hip\n  I sit took, three drags off the honey-dip\n  Now what you talkin'? You see my gold fronts sparkin'?\n  Ain't tryin' to hear what you dogs be barkin'\n  Read the headline, that was blast on today's Post\n  Dead King, thought he could ace Ghost\n  Queen, couldn't even jack Monk\n  Probably find him in Doc Doom's back trunk\n  Bdoodoodoo! I'm up at the Wu library\n  Readin Malcolm's, \". Any Means Necessary\"\n\n  (Method Man)\n  John John, Bacardi straight up hold the ice\n  So nice like New York they had to name him twice\n  Name your price, I black out then change the lights\n  Give you the same advice that I gave my wife\n  Don't fuck with mine, Clan give you lumps in nine\n  Let the smoke cloud clear so the sun can shine\n  Culture shock, for some of us that's all we got\n  Whether you ball or not, you can all be shot\n\n  (Inspectah Deck)\n  New York, New York, legendary rhyme boss\n  Code name Charley Horse, bust with blind force\n  I smash set it and wreck for cash credit or check\n  You crabs test, can't measure the threat\n  I dance on a nigga like my name's Zab Judah\n  Rap barracuda, three XL kahuna\n  Sure to get it perkin' and cause a disturbance\n  I'm thirstin', feel what I feel then we can merge then\n  Creep it through the states in V8's and 12's\n  My weight's hell, fuck with me then brace yourself\n  The Noble, Sir I mass mogul\n  Known to blast vocals, and move global on you locals\n\n  (Masta Killa)\n  This is grown man talkin', coward I split your head\n  I'm from the East where the streets run red from the bloodshed\n  Hit Chef for the rice and peas\n  'Nuff respect Father E tumbled at ease\n  My brothers can't wait to squeeze the automatic\n  They need wreck like a drug dealer need a addict\n  Floatin' on the 95, sting like a killer bee\n  Your hands can't hit what your eyes can't see\n\n  (GZA)\n  From dark matter to the big crunch\n  The vocals came in a bunch without one punch\n  Rare glimpse from the, strictly advanced, proved unstoppable\n  Reputation enhanced, since the cause was probable\n  So you compare contrast but don't blast\n  Through extreme depths, with the pen I hold fast\n  Watch the block thirst for one became all\n  Shot 'em with the long forgotten rainfall\n  Delivered in a vivid fashion with simplicity\n  The blind couldn't verify the authenticity\n  The rhyme came from the pressure of heat\n  Then it was laid out, on the ground to pave streets\n\n  ()\n"},{"id":39709339,"name":"Uzi (Pinky Ring)","trackName":"Uzi (Pinky Ring)","artistName":"Wu-Tang Clan","albumName":"Wu-Tang Clan Essentials","duration":317.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yo. yeah\nDon't erase none of that good shit in the beginnin'\nYo. spill drinks on ya, get stank on ya\nYo. yo. pinky ring shit, yo\nThat pinky ring shit yo\n\nIt's that pinky ring shit, the legend of masked kid\nShoot out the speakers when my guns get jurassic\nSuperbad, who am I? Dolemite classic\nThe vandal's back, hands on Angela Bassett\nI handle my plastic, gunplay I mastered\nNo coke, dope mixed down with acid on record\nBroken down and crafted in seconds\nLady's choice, the golden voice still peppered\nBetter, respect it, bitch believe\nI pull rabbits out the hat, tricks up my sleeves\nI air out the showroom, the shit can breathe\nFix your weave, behold my expertise\n\n(Wu-Tang Clan)\nI got my uzi back\nYou dudes is wack\nFace it the Wu is back\n(Raekwon the Chef)\nTake it back to the people, leanin' gettin' rec room punch\nWe in them authentic alley switchin joints\nMajor general niggas, five stars\nBoth arms rock when coke dropped we read a hundred niggas' palms\nSilencers, garbage bags of hash\nFor every cop we paid retired now the nigga on smash\nGash you out your burner fast\nYou swing down hatin' me now respect get your fingers off the glass\n\n()\n\n(Ghostface Killah)\nYo what the fuck yo?! Yo what the fuck y'all comin' for?\nGet the fuck away from my door!\nWe got big guns in here, coke over there\nWith blue bag and E pills stashed under the chair\nAnd there's Boss Hog black and white pit with the pink lips\nStan thought he was soft 'til he bit his fingers\nThe shit had me dyin' yo, big fat nigga bleedin'\nBig cat nigga all season\nOn the beach truck, stuck with Hawaiian ice\nDiamond twice the whole city thought I bought FUBU\nBlew you, authentic doo doo, picture the fog iced out\nEighteen karat rap between noodles\n\n()\n\n(RZA)\nUp at Killa Bee headquarters, full rips is poured up\nI saw Johnny sippin' Henny from a iced out cup\nYo with the blunt, two-way vibratin' off the hip\nI sit took, three drags off the honey-dip\nNow what you talkin'? You see my gold fronts sparkin'?\nAin't tryin' to hear what you dogs be barkin'\nRead the headline, that was blast on today's Post\nDead King, thought he could ace Ghost\nQueen, couldn't even jack Monk\nProbably find him in Doc Doom's back trunk\nBdoodoodoo! I'm up at the Wu library\nReadin Malcolm's, \". Any Means Necessary\"\n\n(Method Man)\nJohn John, Bacardi straight up hold the ice\nSo nice like New York they had to name him twice\nName your price, I black out then change the lights\nGive you the same advice that I gave my wife\nDon't fuck with mine, Clan give you lumps in nine\nLet the smoke cloud clear so the sun can shine\nCulture shock, for some of us that's all we got\nWhether you ball or not, you can all be shot\n\n(Inspectah Deck)\nNew York, New York, legendary rhyme boss\nCode name Charley Horse, bust with blind force\nI smash set it and wreck for cash credit or check\nYou crabs test, can't measure the threat\nI dance on a nigga like my name's Zab Judah\nRap barracuda, three XL kahuna\nSure to get it perkin' and cause a disturbance\nI'm thirstin', feel what I feel then we can merge then\nCreep it through the states in V8's and 12's\nMy weight's hell, fuck with me then brace yourself\nThe Noble, Sir I mass mogul\nKnown to blast vocals, and move global on you locals\n\n(Masta Killa)\nThis is grown man talkin', coward I split your head\nI'm from the East where the streets run red from the bloodshed\nHit Chef for the rice and peas\n'Nuff respect Father E tumbled at ease\nMy brothers can't wait to squeeze the automatic\nThey need wreck like a drug dealer need a addict\nFloatin' on the 95, sting like a killer bee\nYour hands can't hit what your eyes can't see\n\n(GZA)\nFrom dark matter to the big crunch\nThe vocals came in a bunch without one punch\nRare glimpse from the, strictly advanced, proved unstoppable\nReputation enhanced, since the cause was probable\nSo you compare contrast but don't blast\nThrough extreme depths, with the pen I hold fast\nWatch the block thirst for one became all\nShot 'em with the long forgotten rainfall\nDelivered in a vivid fashion with simplicity\nThe blind couldn't verify the authenticity\nThe rhyme came from the pressure of heat\nThen it was laid out, on the ground to pave streets\n\n()","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.83]Yo. yeah\n[00:01.91]Don't erase none of that good shit in the beginnin'\n[00:06.57]Yo. spill drinks on ya, get stank on ya\n[00:09.39]Yo. yo. pinky ring shit, yo\n[00:14.69]That pinky ring shit yo\n[00:17.49]It's that pinky ring shit, the legend of masked kid\n[00:17.62]Shoot out the speakers when my guns get jurassic\n[00:20.63]Superbad, who am I? Dolemite classic\n[00:24.58]The vandal's back, hands on Angela Bassett\n[00:25.65]I handle my plastic, gunplay I mastered\n[00:28.14]No coke, dope mixed down with acid on record\n[00:31.50]Broken down and crafted in seconds\n[00:35.40]Lady's choice, the golden voice still peppered\n[00:35.42]Better, respect it, bitch believe\n[00:40.08]I pull rabbits out the hat, tricks up my sleeves\n[00:41.55]I air out the showroom, the shit can breathe\n[00:41.72]Fix your weave, behold my expertise\n[00:45.81](Wu-Tang Clan)\n[00:46.92]I got my uzi back\n[00:48.79]You dudes is wack\n[00:50.57]Face it the Wu is back\n[00:51.25](Raekwon the Chef)\n[00:55.04]Take it back to the people, leanin' gettin' rec room punch\n[00:57.11]We in them authentic alley switchin joints\n[00:57.35]Major general niggas, five stars\n[01:00.90]Both arms rock when coke dropped we read a hundred niggas' palms\n[01:04.28]Silencers, garbage bags of hash\n[01:05.56]For every cop we paid retired now the nigga on smash\n[01:08.98]Gash you out your burner fast\n[01:11.14]You swing down hatin' me now respect get your fingers off the glass\n[01:13.28]()\n[01:13.42](Ghostface Killah)\n[01:14.35]Yo what the fuck yo?! Yo what the fuck y'all comin' for?\n[01:24.86]Get the fuck away from my door!\n[01:25.81]We got big guns in here, coke over there\n[01:27.45]With blue bag and E pills stashed under the chair\n[01:31.35]And there's Boss Hog black and white pit with the pink lips\n[01:34.73]Stan thought he was soft 'til he bit his fingers\n[01:36.68]The shit had me dyin' yo, big fat nigga bleedin'\n[01:39.14]Big cat nigga all season\n[01:40.59]On the beach truck, stuck with Hawaiian ice\n[01:42.92]Diamond twice the whole city thought I bought FUBU\n[01:45.84]Blew you, authentic doo doo, picture the fog iced out\n[01:48.48]Eighteen karat rap between noodles\n[01:51.25]()\n[01:51.43](RZA)\n[01:53.33]Up at Killa Bee headquarters, full rips is poured up\n[02:00.38]I saw Johnny sippin' Henny from a iced out cup\n[02:03.25]Yo with the blunt, two-way vibratin' off the hip\n[02:06.35]I sit took, three drags off the honey-dip\n[02:08.47]Now what you talkin'? You see my gold fronts sparkin'?\n[02:11.13]Ain't tryin' to hear what you dogs be barkin'\n[02:14.81]Read the headline, that was blast on today's Post\n[02:17.01]Dead King, thought he could ace Ghost\n[02:18.65]Queen, couldn't even jack Monk\n[02:18.86]Probably find him in Doc Doom's back trunk\n[02:22.22]Bdoodoodoo! I'm up at the Wu library\n[02:24.72]Readin Malcolm's, \". Any Means Necessary\"\n[02:27.43](Method Man)\n[02:27.82]John John, Bacardi straight up hold the ice\n[02:29.07]So nice like New York they had to name him twice\n[02:31.52]Name your price, I black out then change the lights\n[02:33.24]Give you the same advice that I gave my wife\n[02:36.23]Don't fuck with mine, Clan give you lumps in nine\n[02:40.28]Let the smoke cloud clear so the sun can shine\n[02:42.05]Culture shock, for some of us that's all we got\n[02:42.70]Whether you ball or not, you can all be shot\n[02:46.04](Inspectah Deck)\n[02:46.29]New York, New York, legendary rhyme boss\n[02:46.37]Code name Charley Horse, bust with blind force\n[02:50.88]I smash set it and wreck for cash credit or check\n[02:53.08]You crabs test, can't measure the threat\n[02:53.20]I dance on a nigga like my name's Zab Judah\n[02:58.23]Rap barracuda, three XL kahuna\n[02:59.37]Sure to get it perkin' and cause a disturbance\n[03:00.76]I'm thirstin', feel what I feel then we can merge then\n[03:04.26]Creep it through the states in V8's and 12's\n[03:04.41]My weight's hell, fuck with me then brace yourself\n[03:07.24]The Noble, Sir I mass mogul\n[03:10.32]Known to blast vocals, and move global on you locals\n[03:10.47](Masta Killa)\n[03:12.91]This is grown man talkin', coward I split your head\n[03:15.15]I'm from the East where the streets run red from the bloodshed\n[03:17.88]Hit Chef for the rice and peas\n[03:20.03]'Nuff respect Father E tumbled at ease\n[03:21.69]My brothers can't wait to squeeze the automatic\n[03:22.65]They need wreck like a drug dealer need a addict\n[03:24.56]Floatin' on the 95, sting like a killer bee\n[03:29.81]Your hands can't hit what your eyes can't see\n[03:31.28](GZA)\n[03:32.07]From dark matter to the big crunch\n[03:32.29]The vocals came in a bunch without one punch\n[03:34.71]Rare glimpse from the, strictly advanced, proved unstoppable\n[03:34.90]Reputation enhanced, since the cause was probable\n[03:40.52]So you compare contrast but don't blast\n[03:41.99]Through extreme depths, with the pen I hold fast\n[03:43.86]Watch the block thirst for one became all\n[03:45.62]Shot 'em with the long forgotten rainfall\n[03:49.53]Delivered in a vivid fashion with simplicity\n[03:53.45]The blind couldn't verify the authenticity\n[03:55.10]The rhyme came from the pressure of heat\n[03:58.41]Then it was laid out, on the ground to pave streets\n[04:07.24]()\n[04:07.90]","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Uzi (Pinky Ring)\n  artist: Wu-Tang Clan\n  album: Wu-Tang Clan Essentials\n  duration_ms: 317427\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yo. yeah\n  start_ms: 1830\n  end_ms: 1910\n- text: Don't erase none of that good shit in the beginnin'\n  start_ms: 1910\n  end_ms: 6570\n- text: Yo. spill drinks on ya, get stank on ya\n  start_ms: 6570\n  end_ms: 9390\n- text: Yo. yo. pinky ring shit, yo\n  start_ms: 9390\n  end_ms: 14690\n- text: That pinky ring shit yo\n  start_ms: 14690\n  end_ms: 17490\n- text: It's that pinky ring shit, the legend of masked kid\n  start_ms: 17490\n  end_ms: 17620\n- text: Shoot out the speakers when my guns get jurassic\n  start_ms: 17620\n  end_ms: 20630\n- text: Superbad, who am I? 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Dolemite classic\n  The vandal's back, hands on Angela Bassett\n  I handle my plastic, gunplay I mastered\n  No coke, dope mixed down with acid on record\n  Broken down and crafted in seconds\n  Lady's choice, the golden voice still peppered\n  Better, respect it, bitch believe\n  I pull rabbits out the hat, tricks up my sleeves\n  I air out the showroom, the shit can breathe\n  Fix your weave, behold my expertise\n\n  (Wu-Tang Clan)\n  I got my uzi back\n  You dudes is wack\n  Face it the Wu is back\n  (Raekwon the Chef)\n  Take it back to the people, leanin' gettin' rec room punch\n  We in them authentic alley switchin joints\n  Major general niggas, five stars\n  Both arms rock when coke dropped we read a hundred niggas' palms\n  Silencers, garbage bags of hash\n  For every cop we paid retired now the nigga on smash\n  Gash you out your burner fast\n  You swing down hatin' me now respect get your fingers off the glass\n\n  ()\n\n  (Ghostface Killah)\n  Yo what the fuck yo?! Yo what the fuck y'all comin' for?\n  Get the fuck away from my door!\n  We got big guns in here, coke over there\n  With blue bag and E pills stashed under the chair\n  And there's Boss Hog black and white pit with the pink lips\n  Stan thought he was soft 'til he bit his fingers\n  The shit had me dyin' yo, big fat nigga bleedin'\n  Big cat nigga all season\n  On the beach truck, stuck with Hawaiian ice\n  Diamond twice the whole city thought I bought FUBU\n  Blew you, authentic doo doo, picture the fog iced out\n  Eighteen karat rap between noodles\n\n  ()\n\n  (RZA)\n  Up at Killa Bee headquarters, full rips is poured up\n  I saw Johnny sippin' Henny from a iced out cup\n  Yo with the blunt, two-way vibratin' off the hip\n  I sit took, three drags off the honey-dip\n  Now what you talkin'? You see my gold fronts sparkin'?\n  Ain't tryin' to hear what you dogs be barkin'\n  Read the headline, that was blast on today's Post\n  Dead King, thought he could ace Ghost\n  Queen, couldn't even jack Monk\n  Probably find him in Doc Doom's back trunk\n  Bdoodoodoo! I'm up at the Wu library\n  Readin Malcolm's, \". Any Means Necessary\"\n\n  (Method Man)\n  John John, Bacardi straight up hold the ice\n  So nice like New York they had to name him twice\n  Name your price, I black out then change the lights\n  Give you the same advice that I gave my wife\n  Don't fuck with mine, Clan give you lumps in nine\n  Let the smoke cloud clear so the sun can shine\n  Culture shock, for some of us that's all we got\n  Whether you ball or not, you can all be shot\n\n  (Inspectah Deck)\n  New York, New York, legendary rhyme boss\n  Code name Charley Horse, bust with blind force\n  I smash set it and wreck for cash credit or check\n  You crabs test, can't measure the threat\n  I dance on a nigga like my name's Zab Judah\n  Rap barracuda, three XL kahuna\n  Sure to get it perkin' and cause a disturbance\n  I'm thirstin', feel what I feel then we can merge then\n  Creep it through the states in V8's and 12's\n  My weight's hell, fuck with me then brace yourself\n  The Noble, Sir I mass mogul\n  Known to blast vocals, and move global on you locals\n\n  (Masta Killa)\n  This is grown man talkin', coward I split your head\n  I'm from the East where the streets run red from the bloodshed\n  Hit Chef for the rice and peas\n  'Nuff respect Father E tumbled at ease\n  My brothers can't wait to squeeze the automatic\n  They need wreck like a drug dealer need a addict\n  Floatin' on the 95, sting like a killer bee\n  Your hands can't hit what your eyes can't see\n\n  (GZA)\n  From dark matter to the big crunch\n  The vocals came in a bunch without one punch\n  Rare glimpse from the, strictly advanced, proved unstoppable\n  Reputation enhanced, since the cause was probable\n  So you compare contrast but don't blast\n  Through extreme depths, with the pen I hold fast\n  Watch the block thirst for one became all\n  Shot 'em with the long forgotten rainfall\n  Delivered in a vivid fashion with simplicity\n  The blind couldn't verify the authenticity\n  The rhyme came from the pressure of heat\n  Then it was laid out, on the ground to pave streets\n\n  ()\n"},{"id":2857425,"name":"Uzi (Pinky Ring)","trackName":"Uzi (Pinky Ring)","artistName":"Wu-Tang Clan","albumName":"The Essential Wu-Tang Clan","duration":319.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":true,"plainLyrics":"Yo. yeah\nDon't erase none of that good shit in the beginnin'\nYo. spill drinks on ya, get stank on ya\nYo. yo. pinky ring shit, yo\nThat pinky ring shit yo\n\nIt's that pinky ring shit, the legend of masked kid\nShoot out the speakers when my guns get jurassic\nSuperbad, who am I? Dolemite classic\nThe vandal's back, hands on Angela Bassett\nI handle my plastic, gunplay I mastered\nNo coke, dope mixed down with acid on record\nBroken down and crafted in seconds\nLady's choice, the golden voice still peppered\nBetter, respect it, bitch believe\nI pull rabbits out the hat, tricks up my sleeves\nI air out the showroom, the shit can breathe\nFix your weave, behold my expertise\n\n(Wu-Tang Clan)\nI got my uzi back\nYou dudes is wack\nFace it the Wu is back\n(Raekwon the Chef)\nTake it back to the people, leanin' gettin' rec room punch\nWe in them authentic alley switchin joints\nMajor general niggas, five stars\nBoth arms rock when coke dropped we read a hundred niggas' palms\nSilencers, garbage bags of hash\nFor every cop we paid retired now the nigga on smash\nGash you out your burner fast\nYou swing down hatin' me now respect get your fingers off the glass\n\n()\n\n(Ghostface Killah)\nYo what the fuck yo?! Yo what the fuck y'all comin' for?\nGet the fuck away from my door!\nWe got big guns in here, coke over there\nWith blue bag and E pills stashed under the chair\nAnd there's Boss Hog black and white pit with the pink lips\nStan thought he was soft 'til he bit his fingers\nThe shit had me dyin' yo, big fat nigga bleedin'\nBig cat nigga all season\nOn the beach truck, stuck with Hawaiian ice\nDiamond twice the whole city thought I bought FUBU\nBlew you, authentic doo doo, picture the fog iced out\nEighteen karat rap between noodles\n\n()\n\n(RZA)\nUp at Killa Bee headquarters, full rips is poured up\nI saw Johnny sippin' Henny from a iced out cup\nYo with the blunt, two-way vibratin' off the hip\nI sit took, three drags off the honey-dip\nNow what you talkin'? You see my gold fronts sparkin'?\nAin't tryin' to hear what you dogs be barkin'\nRead the headline, that was blast on today's Post\nDead King, thought he could ace Ghost\nQueen, couldn't even jack Monk\nProbably find him in Doc Doom's back trunk\nBdoodoodoo! I'm up at the Wu library\nReadin Malcolm's, \". 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Dolemite classic\n[00:24.58] The vandal's back, hands on Angela Bassett\n[00:25.65] I handle my plastic, gunplay I mastered\n[00:28.14] No coke, dope mixed down with acid on record\n[00:31.50] Broken down and crafted in seconds\n[00:35.40] Lady's choice, the golden voice still peppered\n[00:35.42] Better, respect it, bitch believe\n[00:40.08] I pull rabbits out the hat, tricks up my sleeves\n[00:41.55] I air out the showroom, the shit can breathe\n[00:41.72] Fix your weave, behold my expertise\n[00:45.81] (Wu-Tang Clan)\n[00:46.92] I got my uzi back\n[00:48.79] You dudes is wack\n[00:50.57] Face it the Wu is back\n[00:51.25] (Raekwon the Chef)\n[00:55.04] Take it back to the people, leanin' gettin' rec room punch\n[00:57.11] We in them authentic alley switchin joints\n[00:57.35] Major general niggas, five stars\n[01:00.90] Both arms rock when coke dropped we read a hundred niggas' palms\n[01:04.28] Silencers, garbage bags of hash\n[01:05.56] For every cop we paid retired now the nigga on smash\n[01:08.98] Gash you out your burner fast\n[01:11.14] You swing down hatin' me now respect get your fingers off the glass\n[01:13.28] ()\n[01:13.42] (Ghostface Killah)\n[01:14.35] Yo what the fuck yo?! 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Dolemite classic\n  The vandal's back, hands on Angela Bassett\n  I handle my plastic, gunplay I mastered\n  No coke, dope mixed down with acid on record\n  Broken down and crafted in seconds\n  Lady's choice, the golden voice still peppered\n  Better, respect it, bitch believe\n  I pull rabbits out the hat, tricks up my sleeves\n  I air out the showroom, the shit can breathe\n  Fix your weave, behold my expertise\n\n  (Wu-Tang Clan)\n  I got my uzi back\n  You dudes is wack\n  Face it the Wu is back\n  (Raekwon the Chef)\n  Take it back to the people, leanin' gettin' rec room punch\n  We in them authentic alley switchin joints\n  Major general niggas, five stars\n  Both arms rock when coke dropped we read a hundred niggas' palms\n  Silencers, garbage bags of hash\n  For every cop we paid retired now the nigga on smash\n  Gash you out your burner fast\n  You swing down hatin' me now respect get your fingers off the glass\n\n  ()\n\n  (Ghostface Killah)\n  Yo what the fuck yo?! Yo what the fuck y'all comin' for?\n  Get the fuck away from my door!\n  We got big guns in here, coke over there\n  With blue bag and E pills stashed under the chair\n  And there's Boss Hog black and white pit with the pink lips\n  Stan thought he was soft 'til he bit his fingers\n  The shit had me dyin' yo, big fat nigga bleedin'\n  Big cat nigga all season\n  On the beach truck, stuck with Hawaiian ice\n  Diamond twice the whole city thought I bought FUBU\n  Blew you, authentic doo doo, picture the fog iced out\n  Eighteen karat rap between noodles\n\n  ()\n\n  (RZA)\n  Up at Killa Bee headquarters, full rips is poured up\n  I saw Johnny sippin' Henny from a iced out cup\n  Yo with the blunt, two-way vibratin' off the hip\n  I sit took, three drags off the honey-dip\n  Now what you talkin'? You see my gold fronts sparkin'?\n  Ain't tryin' to hear what you dogs be barkin'\n  Read the headline, that was blast on today's Post\n  Dead King, thought he could ace Ghost\n  Queen, couldn't even jack Monk\n  Probably find him in Doc Doom's back trunk\n  Bdoodoodoo! I'm up at the Wu library\n  Readin Malcolm's, \". Any Means Necessary\"\n\n  (Method Man)\n  John John, Bacardi straight up hold the ice\n  So nice like New York they had to name him twice\n  Name your price, I black out then change the lights\n  Give you the same advice that I gave my wife\n  Don't fuck with mine, Clan give you lumps in nine\n  Let the smoke cloud clear so the sun can shine\n  Culture shock, for some of us that's all we got\n  Whether you ball or not, you can all be shot\n\n  (Inspectah Deck)\n  New York, New York, legendary rhyme boss\n  Code name Charley Horse, bust with blind force\n  I smash set it and wreck for cash credit or check\n  You crabs test, can't measure the threat\n  I dance on a nigga like my name's Zab Judah\n  Rap barracuda, three XL kahuna\n  Sure to get it perkin' and cause a disturbance\n  I'm thirstin', feel what I feel then we can merge then\n  Creep it through the states in V8's and 12's\n  My weight's hell, fuck with me then brace yourself\n  The Noble, Sir I mass mogul\n  Known to blast vocals, and move global on you locals\n\n  (Masta Killa)\n  This is grown man talkin', coward I split your head\n  I'm from the East where the streets run red from the bloodshed\n  Hit Chef for the rice and peas\n  'Nuff respect Father E tumbled at ease\n  My brothers can't wait to squeeze the automatic\n  They need wreck like a drug dealer need a addict\n  Floatin' on the 95, sting like a killer bee\n  Your hands can't hit what your eyes can't see\n\n  (GZA)\n  From dark matter to the big crunch\n  The vocals came in a bunch without one punch\n  Rare glimpse from the, strictly advanced, proved unstoppable\n  Reputation enhanced, since the cause was probable\n  So you compare contrast but don't blast\n  Through extreme depths, with the pen I hold fast\n  Watch the block thirst for one became all\n  Shot 'em with the long forgotten rainfall\n  Delivered in a vivid fashion with simplicity\n  The blind couldn't verify the authenticity\n  The rhyme came from the pressure of heat\n  Then it was laid out, on the ground to pave streets\n\n  ()\n"},{"id":16995598,"name":"Uzi (Pinky Ring)","trackName":"Uzi (Pinky Ring)","artistName":"Wu‐Tang Clan","albumName":"The Essential Wu‐Tang Clan","duration":318.458776,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yo. yeah\nDon't erase none of that good shit in the beginnin\nYo. spill drinks on ya, get stank on ya\nYo. yo. pinky ring shit, yo\nThat pinky ring shit, yo\n\nIt's that pinky ring shit, the legend of masked kid\nShoot out the speakers when my guns get jurassic\nSuperbad, who am I? Dolemite classic\nThe vandal's back, hands on Angela Bassett\nI handle my plastic, gunplay I mastered\nNo coke, dope mixed down with acid on record\nBroken down and crafted in seconds\nLady's choice, the golden voice still peppered\nBetter, respect it, bitch believe\nI pull rabbits out the hat, tricks up my sleeves\nI air out the showroom, the shit can breathe\nFix your weave, behold my expertise\n\nI got my uzi back - you dudes is wack, face it the Wu is back\nI got my uzi back - you dudes is wack, face it the Wu is back\n\nTake it back to the peoples, leanin' gettin' rec room punch\nWe in them authentic alley switchin joints\nMajor general niggas, five stars\nBoth arms rock when coke dropped we read a hundred niggas palms\nSilencers, garbage bags of hash\nFor every cop we paid retired now the nigga on smash\nGash you out your burner fast\nYou swing down hatin me now respect get your fingers off the glass\nYo what the fuck yo?! Yo what the fuck y'all comin for?\nGet the fuck away from my door!\nWe got big guns in here, coke over there\nWith blue bag and E pills stashed under the chair\nAnd there's Boss Hog black and white pit with the pink lips\nStan thought he was soft 'til he bit his fingers\nThe shit had me dyin yo, big fat nigga bleedin\nBig cat nigga all season\nOn the beach truck, stuck with Hawaiian ice\nDiamond twice the whole city thought I bought FUBU\nBlew you, authentic doodoo, picture the fog iced out\n18 karat rap between noodles\nUp at Killa Bee headquarters, four whips just pulled up\nI saw Johnny sippin Henny from a iced out cup\nYo with the blunt, two-way vibratin off the hip\nI sit took three drags off the honey-dip\nNow what you talkin? You see my gold fronts sparkin?\nAin't tryin to hear what you dogs be barkin\nRead the headline, that was blast on today's Post\nDead king, thought he could ace Ghost\nQueen couldn't even jack Monk\nProbably find him in Doc Doom's back trunk\nBdoodoodoo! I'm up at the Wu library\nReadin Malcolm's, \". Any Means Necessary\"\nJohn John, Bacardi straight up hold the ice\nSo nice like New York they had to name him twice\nName your price, I black out then change the lights\nGive you the same advice that I gave my wife\nDon't fuck with mine, Clan give you lumps in nine\nLet the smoke cloud clear so the sun can shine\nCulture shock, for some of us that's all we got\nWhether you ball or not, you can all get shot\nNew York, New York, legendary rhyme boss\nCode name Charlie Horse, bust with blind force\nI smash set it and wreck for cash credit or check\nYou crash-tests can't measure the threat\nI dance on a nigga like my name's Zab Judah\nRap barracuda, three XL kahuna\nSure to get it perkin and cause a disturbance\nI'm thirstin, feel what I feel then we can merge then\nCreep it through the states in V8's and 12's\nMy weight's hell, fuck with me then brace yourself\nThe Noble, Sir I mass mogul\nKnown to blast vocals, and move global on you locals\nThis is grown man talkin, coward I split your head\nI'm from the East where the streets run red from the bloodshed\nHit Chef for the rice and peas\nNuff respect Father E tumbled at ease\nMy brothers can't wait to squeeze the automatic\nThey need wreck like a drug dealer need a addict\nFloatin on the 95, sting like a killer bee\nYour hands can't hit what your eyes can't see\n\nFrom dark matter to the big crunch\nThe vocals came in a bunch without one punch\nRare glimpse from the, strictly advanced, proved unstoppable\nReputation enhanced, since the cause was probable\nSo you compare contrast but don't blast\nThrough extreme depths, with the pen I hold fast\nWatch the block thirst for one became all\nShot 'em with the long forgotten rainfall\nDelivered in a vivid fashion with simplicity\nThe blind couldn't verify the authenticity\nThe rhyme came from the pressure of heat\nThen it was laid out, on the ground to pave streets","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Uzi (Pinky Ring)\n  artist: Wu‐Tang Clan\n  album: The Essential Wu‐Tang Clan\n  duration_ms: 318459\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yo. yeah\n  Don't erase none of that good shit in the beginnin\n  Yo. spill drinks on ya, get stank on ya\n  Yo. yo. pinky ring shit, yo\n  That pinky ring shit, yo\n\n  It's that pinky ring shit, the legend of masked kid\n  Shoot out the speakers when my guns get jurassic\n  Superbad, who am I? Dolemite classic\n  The vandal's back, hands on Angela Bassett\n  I handle my plastic, gunplay I mastered\n  No coke, dope mixed down with acid on record\n  Broken down and crafted in seconds\n  Lady's choice, the golden voice still peppered\n  Better, respect it, bitch believe\n  I pull rabbits out the hat, tricks up my sleeves\n  I air out the showroom, the shit can breathe\n  Fix your weave, behold my expertise\n\n  I got my uzi back - you dudes is wack, face it the Wu is back\n  I got my uzi back - you dudes is wack, face it the Wu is back\n\n  Take it back to the peoples, leanin' gettin' rec room punch\n  We in them authentic alley switchin joints\n  Major general niggas, five stars\n  Both arms rock when coke dropped we read a hundred niggas palms\n  Silencers, garbage bags of hash\n  For every cop we paid retired now the nigga on smash\n  Gash you out your burner fast\n  You swing down hatin me now respect get your fingers off the glass\n  Yo what the fuck yo?! Yo what the fuck y'all comin for?\n  Get the fuck away from my door!\n  We got big guns in here, coke over there\n  With blue bag and E pills stashed under the chair\n  And there's Boss Hog black and white pit with the pink lips\n  Stan thought he was soft 'til he bit his fingers\n  The shit had me dyin yo, big fat nigga bleedin\n  Big cat nigga all season\n  On the beach truck, stuck with Hawaiian ice\n  Diamond twice the whole city thought I bought FUBU\n  Blew you, authentic doodoo, picture the fog iced out\n  18 karat rap between noodles\n  Up at Killa Bee headquarters, four whips just pulled up\n  I saw Johnny sippin Henny from a iced out cup\n  Yo with the blunt, two-way vibratin off the hip\n  I sit took three drags off the honey-dip\n  Now what you talkin? You see my gold fronts sparkin?\n  Ain't tryin to hear what you dogs be barkin\n  Read the headline, that was blast on today's Post\n  Dead king, thought he could ace Ghost\n  Queen couldn't even jack Monk\n  Probably find him in Doc Doom's back trunk\n  Bdoodoodoo! I'm up at the Wu library\n  Readin Malcolm's, \". Any Means Necessary\"\n  John John, Bacardi straight up hold the ice\n  So nice like New York they had to name him twice\n  Name your price, I black out then change the lights\n  Give you the same advice that I gave my wife\n  Don't fuck with mine, Clan give you lumps in nine\n  Let the smoke cloud clear so the sun can shine\n  Culture shock, for some of us that's all we got\n  Whether you ball or not, you can all get shot\n  New York, New York, legendary rhyme boss\n  Code name Charlie Horse, bust with blind force\n  I smash set it and wreck for cash credit or check\n  You crash-tests can't measure the threat\n  I dance on a nigga like my name's Zab Judah\n  Rap barracuda, three XL kahuna\n  Sure to get it perkin and cause a disturbance\n  I'm thirstin, feel what I feel then we can merge then\n  Creep it through the states in V8's and 12's\n  My weight's hell, fuck with me then brace yourself\n  The Noble, Sir I mass mogul\n  Known to blast vocals, and move global on you locals\n  This is grown man talkin, coward I split your head\n  I'm from the East where the streets run red from the bloodshed\n  Hit Chef for the rice and peas\n  Nuff respect Father E tumbled at ease\n  My brothers can't wait to squeeze the automatic\n  They need wreck like a drug dealer need a addict\n  Floatin on the 95, sting like a killer bee\n  Your hands can't hit what your eyes can't see\n\n  From dark matter to the big crunch\n  The vocals came in a bunch without one punch\n  Rare glimpse from the, strictly advanced, proved unstoppable\n  Reputation enhanced, since the cause was probable\n  So you compare contrast but don't blast\n  Through extreme depths, with the pen I hold fast\n  Watch the block thirst for one became all\n  Shot 'em with the long forgotten rainfall\n  Delivered in a vivid fashion with simplicity\n  The blind couldn't verify the authenticity\n  The rhyme came from the pressure of heat\n  Then it was laid out, on the ground to pave streets\n"},{"id":27975254,"name":"Uzi (Pinky Ring)","trackName":"Uzi (Pinky Ring)","artistName":"Wu-Tang Clan","albumName":"Legend of the Wu-Tang Clan","duration":318.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yo. yeah\nDon't erase none of that good shit in the beginnin'\nYo. spill drinks on ya, get stank on ya\nYo. yo. pinky ring shit, yo\nThat pinky ring shit yo\n\nIt's that pinky ring shit, the legend of masked kid\nShoot out the speakers when my guns get jurassic\nSuperbad, who am I? Dolemite classic\nThe vandal's back, hands on Angela Bassett\nI handle my plastic, gunplay I mastered\nNo coke, dope mixed down with acid on record\nBroken down and crafted in seconds\nLady's choice, the golden voice still peppered\nBetter, respect it, bitch believe\nI pull rabbits out the hat, tricks up my sleeves\nI air out the showroom, the shit can breathe\nFix your weave, behold my expertise\n\n(Wu-Tang Clan)\nI got my uzi back\nYou dudes is wack\nFace it the Wu is back\n(Raekwon the Chef)\nTake it back to the people, leanin' gettin' rec room punch\nWe in them authentic alley switchin joints\nMajor general niggas, five stars\nBoth arms rock when coke dropped we read a hundred niggas' palms\nSilencers, garbage bags of hash\nFor every cop we paid retired now the nigga on smash\nGash you out your burner fast\nYou swing down hatin' me now respect get your fingers off the glass\n\n()\n\n(Ghostface Killah)\nYo what the fuck yo?! Yo what the fuck y'all comin' for?\nGet the fuck away from my door!\nWe got big guns in here, coke over there\nWith blue bag and E pills stashed under the chair\nAnd there's Boss Hog black and white pit with the pink lips\nStan thought he was soft 'til he bit his fingers\nThe shit had me dyin' yo, big fat nigga bleedin'\nBig cat nigga all season\nOn the beach truck, stuck with Hawaiian ice\nDiamond twice the whole city thought I bought FUBU\nBlew you, authentic doo doo, picture the fog iced out\nEighteen karat rap between noodles\n\n()\n\n(RZA)\nUp at Killa Bee headquarters, full rips is poured up\nI saw Johnny sippin' Henny from a iced out cup\nYo with the blunt, two-way vibratin' off the hip\nI sit took, three drags off the honey-dip\nNow what you talkin'? You see my gold fronts sparkin'?\nAin't tryin' to hear what you dogs be barkin'\nRead the headline, that was blast on today's Post\nDead King, thought he could ace Ghost\nQueen, couldn't even jack Monk\nProbably find him in Doc Doom's back trunk\nBdoodoodoo! I'm up at the Wu library\nReadin Malcolm's, \". 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Dolemite classic\n[00:24.58] The vandal's back, hands on Angela Bassett\n[00:25.65] I handle my plastic, gunplay I mastered\n[00:28.14] No coke, dope mixed down with acid on record\n[00:31.50] Broken down and crafted in seconds\n[00:35.40] Lady's choice, the golden voice still peppered\n[00:35.42] Better, respect it, bitch believe\n[00:40.08] I pull rabbits out the hat, tricks up my sleeves\n[00:41.55] I air out the showroom, the shit can breathe\n[00:41.72] Fix your weave, behold my expertise\n[00:45.81] (Wu-Tang Clan)\n[00:46.92] I got my uzi back\n[00:48.79] You dudes is wack\n[00:50.57] Face it the Wu is back\n[00:51.25] (Raekwon the Chef)\n[00:55.04] Take it back to the people, leanin' gettin' rec room punch\n[00:57.11] We in them authentic alley switchin joints\n[00:57.35] Major general niggas, five stars\n[01:00.90] Both arms rock when coke dropped we read a hundred niggas' palms\n[01:04.28] Silencers, garbage bags of hash\n[01:05.56] For every cop we paid retired now the nigga on smash\n[01:08.98] Gash you out your burner fast\n[01:11.14] You swing down hatin' me now respect get your fingers off the glass\n[01:13.28] ()\n[01:13.42] (Ghostface Killah)\n[01:14.35] Yo what the fuck yo?! Yo what the fuck y'all comin' for?\n[01:24.86] Get the fuck away from my door!\n[01:25.81] We got big guns in here, coke over there\n[01:27.45] With blue bag and E pills stashed under the chair\n[01:31.35] And there's Boss Hog black and white pit with the pink lips\n[01:34.73] Stan thought he was soft 'til he bit his fingers\n[01:36.68] The shit had me dyin' yo, big fat nigga bleedin'\n[01:39.14] Big cat nigga all season\n[01:40.59] On the beach truck, stuck with Hawaiian ice\n[01:42.92] Diamond twice the whole city thought I bought FUBU\n[01:45.84] Blew you, authentic doo doo, picture the fog iced out\n[01:48.48] Eighteen karat rap between noodles\n[01:51.25] ()\n[01:51.43] (RZA)\n[01:53.33] Up at Killa Bee headquarters, full rips is poured up\n[02:00.38] I saw Johnny sippin' Henny from a iced out cup\n[02:03.25] Yo with the blunt, two-way vibratin' off the hip\n[02:06.35] I sit took, three drags off the honey-dip\n[02:08.47] Now what you talkin'? 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Any Means Necessary\"\n[02:27.43] (Method Man)\n[02:27.82] John John, Bacardi straight up hold the ice\n[02:29.07] So nice like New York they had to name him twice\n[02:31.52] Name your price, I black out then change the lights\n[02:33.24] Give you the same advice that I gave my wife\n[02:36.23] Don't fuck with mine, Clan give you lumps in nine\n[02:40.28] Let the smoke cloud clear so the sun can shine\n[02:42.05] Culture shock, for some of us that's all we got\n[02:42.70] Whether you ball or not, you can all be shot\n[02:46.04] (Inspectah Deck)\n[02:46.29] New York, New York, legendary rhyme boss\n[02:46.37] Code name Charley Horse, bust with blind force\n[02:50.88] I smash set it and wreck for cash credit or check\n[02:53.08] You crabs test, can't measure the threat\n[02:53.20] I dance on a nigga like my name's Zab Judah\n[02:58.23] Rap barracuda, three XL kahuna\n[02:59.37] Sure to get it perkin' and cause a disturbance\n[03:00.76] I'm thirstin', feel what I feel then we can merge then\n[03:04.26] Creep it through the states in V8's and 12's\n[03:04.41] My weight's hell, fuck with me then brace yourself\n[03:07.24] The Noble, Sir I mass mogul\n[03:10.32] Known to blast vocals, and move global on you locals\n[03:10.47] (Masta Killa)\n[03:12.91] This is grown man talkin', coward I split your head\n[03:15.15] I'm from the East where the streets run red from the bloodshed\n[03:17.88] Hit Chef for the rice and peas\n[03:20.03] 'Nuff respect Father E tumbled at ease\n[03:21.69] My brothers can't wait to squeeze the automatic\n[03:22.65] They need wreck like a drug dealer need a addict\n[03:24.56] Floatin' on the 95, sting like a killer bee\n[03:29.81] Your hands can't hit what your eyes can't see\n[03:31.28] (GZA)\n[03:32.07] From dark matter to the big crunch\n[03:32.29] The vocals came in a bunch without one punch\n[03:34.71] Rare glimpse from the, strictly advanced, proved unstoppable\n[03:34.90] Reputation enhanced, since the cause was probable\n[03:40.52] So you compare contrast but don't blast\n[03:41.99] Through extreme depths, with the pen I hold fast\n[03:43.86] Watch the block thirst for one became all\n[03:45.62] Shot 'em with the long forgotten rainfall\n[03:49.53] Delivered in a vivid fashion with simplicity\n[03:53.45] The blind couldn't verify the authenticity\n[03:55.10] The rhyme came from the pressure of heat\n[03:58.41] Then it was laid out, on the ground to pave streets\n[04:07.24] ()\n[04:07.90] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Uzi (Pinky Ring)\n  artist: Wu-Tang Clan\n  album: Legend of the Wu-Tang Clan\n  duration_ms: 318000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yo. yeah\n  start_ms: 1830\n  end_ms: 1910\n- text: Don't erase none of that good shit in the beginnin'\n  start_ms: 1910\n  end_ms: 6570\n- text: Yo. spill drinks on ya, get stank on ya\n  start_ms: 6570\n  end_ms: 9390\n- text: Yo. yo. pinky ring shit, yo\n  start_ms: 9390\n  end_ms: 14690\n- text: That pinky ring shit yo\n  start_ms: 14690\n  end_ms: 17490\n- text: It's that pinky ring shit, the legend of masked kid\n  start_ms: 17490\n  end_ms: 17620\n- text: Shoot out the speakers when my guns get jurassic\n  start_ms: 17620\n  end_ms: 20630\n- text: Superbad, who am I? 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Dolemite classic\n  The vandal's back, hands on Angela Bassett\n  I handle my plastic, gunplay I mastered\n  No coke, dope mixed down with acid on record\n  Broken down and crafted in seconds\n  Lady's choice, the golden voice still peppered\n  Better, respect it, bitch believe\n  I pull rabbits out the hat, tricks up my sleeves\n  I air out the showroom, the shit can breathe\n  Fix your weave, behold my expertise\n\n  (Wu-Tang Clan)\n  I got my uzi back\n  You dudes is wack\n  Face it the Wu is back\n  (Raekwon the Chef)\n  Take it back to the people, leanin' gettin' rec room punch\n  We in them authentic alley switchin joints\n  Major general niggas, five stars\n  Both arms rock when coke dropped we read a hundred niggas' palms\n  Silencers, garbage bags of hash\n  For every cop we paid retired now the nigga on smash\n  Gash you out your burner fast\n  You swing down hatin' me now respect get your fingers off the glass\n\n  ()\n\n  (Ghostface Killah)\n  Yo what the fuck yo?! Yo what the fuck y'all comin' for?\n  Get the fuck away from my door!\n  We got big guns in here, coke over there\n  With blue bag and E pills stashed under the chair\n  And there's Boss Hog black and white pit with the pink lips\n  Stan thought he was soft 'til he bit his fingers\n  The shit had me dyin' yo, big fat nigga bleedin'\n  Big cat nigga all season\n  On the beach truck, stuck with Hawaiian ice\n  Diamond twice the whole city thought I bought FUBU\n  Blew you, authentic doo doo, picture the fog iced out\n  Eighteen karat rap between noodles\n\n  ()\n\n  (RZA)\n  Up at Killa Bee headquarters, full rips is poured up\n  I saw Johnny sippin' Henny from a iced out cup\n  Yo with the blunt, two-way vibratin' off the hip\n  I sit took, three drags off the honey-dip\n  Now what you talkin'? You see my gold fronts sparkin'?\n  Ain't tryin' to hear what you dogs be barkin'\n  Read the headline, that was blast on today's Post\n  Dead King, thought he could ace Ghost\n  Queen, couldn't even jack Monk\n  Probably find him in Doc Doom's back trunk\n  Bdoodoodoo! I'm up at the Wu library\n  Readin Malcolm's, \". 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Dolemite classic\nThe vandal's back, hands on Angela Bassett\nI handle my plastic, gunplay I mastered\nNo coke, dope mixed down with acid on record\nBroken down and crafted in seconds\nLady's choice, the golden voice still peppered\nBetter, respect it, bitch believe\nI pull rabbits out the hat, tricks up my sleeves\nI air out the showroom, the shit can breathe\nFix your weave, behold my expertise\n\n(Wu-Tang Clan)\nI got my uzi back\nYou dudes is wack\nFace it the Wu is back\n(Raekwon the Chef)\nTake it back to the people, leanin' gettin' rec room punch\nWe in them authentic alley switchin joints\nMajor general niggas, five stars\nBoth arms rock when coke dropped we read a hundred niggas' palms\nSilencers, garbage bags of hash\nFor every cop we paid retired now the nigga on smash\nGash you out your burner fast\nYou swing down hatin' me now respect get your fingers off the glass\n\n()\n\n(Ghostface Killah)\nYo what the fuck yo?! Yo what the fuck y'all comin' for?\nGet the fuck away from my door!\nWe got big guns in here, coke over there\nWith blue bag and E pills stashed under the chair\nAnd there's Boss Hog black and white pit with the pink lips\nStan thought he was soft 'til he bit his fingers\nThe shit had me dyin' yo, big fat nigga bleedin'\nBig cat nigga all season\nOn the beach truck, stuck with Hawaiian ice\nDiamond twice the whole city thought I bought FUBU\nBlew you, authentic doo doo, picture the fog iced out\nEighteen karat rap between noodles\n\n()\n\n(RZA)\nUp at Killa Bee headquarters, full rips is poured up\nI saw Johnny sippin' Henny from a iced out cup\nYo with the blunt, two-way vibratin' off the hip\nI sit took, three drags off the honey-dip\nNow what you talkin'? You see my gold fronts sparkin'?\nAin't tryin' to hear what you dogs be barkin'\nRead the headline, that was blast on today's Post\nDead King, thought he could ace Ghost\nQueen, couldn't even jack Monk\nProbably find him in Doc Doom's back trunk\nBdoodoodoo! I'm up at the Wu library\nReadin Malcolm's, \". 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Dolemite classic\n[00:24.58] The vandal's back, hands on Angela Bassett\n[00:25.65] I handle my plastic, gunplay I mastered\n[00:28.14] No coke, dope mixed down with acid on record\n[00:31.50] Broken down and crafted in seconds\n[00:35.40] Lady's choice, the golden voice still peppered\n[00:35.42] Better, respect it, bitch believe\n[00:40.08] I pull rabbits out the hat, tricks up my sleeves\n[00:41.55] I air out the showroom, the shit can breathe\n[00:41.72] Fix your weave, behold my expertise\n[00:45.81] (Wu-Tang Clan)\n[00:46.92] I got my uzi back\n[00:48.79] You dudes is wack\n[00:50.57] Face it the Wu is back\n[00:51.25] (Raekwon the Chef)\n[00:55.04] Take it back to the people, leanin' gettin' rec room punch\n[00:57.11] We in them authentic alley switchin joints\n[00:57.35] Major general niggas, five stars\n[01:00.90] Both arms rock when coke dropped we read a hundred niggas' palms\n[01:04.28] Silencers, garbage bags of hash\n[01:05.56] For every cop we paid retired now the nigga on smash\n[01:08.98] Gash you out your burner fast\n[01:11.14] You swing down hatin' me now respect get your fingers off the glass\n[01:13.28] ()\n[01:13.42] (Ghostface Killah)\n[01:14.35] Yo what the fuck yo?! Yo what the fuck y'all comin' for?\n[01:24.86] Get the fuck away from my door!\n[01:25.81] We got big guns in here, coke over there\n[01:27.45] With blue bag and E pills stashed under the chair\n[01:31.35] And there's Boss Hog black and white pit with the pink lips\n[01:34.73] Stan thought he was soft 'til he bit his fingers\n[01:36.68] The shit had me dyin' yo, big fat nigga bleedin'\n[01:39.14] Big cat nigga all season\n[01:40.59] On the beach truck, stuck with Hawaiian ice\n[01:42.92] Diamond twice the whole city thought I bought FUBU\n[01:45.84] Blew you, authentic doo doo, picture the fog iced out\n[01:48.48] Eighteen karat rap between noodles\n[01:51.25] ()\n[01:51.43] (RZA)\n[01:53.33] Up at Killa Bee headquarters, full rips is poured up\n[02:00.38] I saw Johnny sippin' Henny from a iced out cup\n[02:03.25] Yo with the blunt, two-way vibratin' off the hip\n[02:06.35] I sit took, three drags off the honey-dip\n[02:08.47] Now what you talkin'? 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Any Means Necessary\"\n[02:27.43] (Method Man)\n[02:27.82] John John, Bacardi straight up hold the ice\n[02:29.07] So nice like New York they had to name him twice\n[02:31.52] Name your price, I black out then change the lights\n[02:33.24] Give you the same advice that I gave my wife\n[02:36.23] Don't fuck with mine, Clan give you lumps in nine\n[02:40.28] Let the smoke cloud clear so the sun can shine\n[02:42.05] Culture shock, for some of us that's all we got\n[02:42.70] Whether you ball or not, you can all be shot\n[02:46.04] (Inspectah Deck)\n[02:46.29] New York, New York, legendary rhyme boss\n[02:46.37] Code name Charley Horse, bust with blind force\n[02:50.88] I smash set it and wreck for cash credit or check\n[02:53.08] You crabs test, can't measure the threat\n[02:53.20] I dance on a nigga like my name's Zab Judah\n[02:58.23] Rap barracuda, three XL kahuna\n[02:59.37] Sure to get it perkin' and cause a disturbance\n[03:00.76] I'm thirstin', feel what I feel then we can merge then\n[03:04.26] Creep it through the states in V8's and 12's\n[03:04.41] My weight's hell, fuck with me then brace yourself\n[03:07.24] The Noble, Sir I mass mogul\n[03:10.32] Known to blast vocals, and move global on you locals\n[03:10.47] (Masta Killa)\n[03:12.91] This is grown man talkin', coward I split your head\n[03:15.15] I'm from the East where the streets run red from the bloodshed\n[03:17.88] Hit Chef for the rice and peas\n[03:20.03] 'Nuff respect Father E tumbled at ease\n[03:21.69] My brothers can't wait to squeeze the automatic\n[03:22.65] They need wreck like a drug dealer need a addict\n[03:24.56] Floatin' on the 95, sting like a killer bee\n[03:29.81] Your hands can't hit what your eyes can't see\n[03:31.28] (GZA)\n[03:32.07] From dark matter to the big crunch\n[03:32.29] The vocals came in a bunch without one punch\n[03:34.71] Rare glimpse from the, strictly advanced, proved unstoppable\n[03:34.90] Reputation enhanced, since the cause was probable\n[03:40.52] So you compare contrast but don't blast\n[03:41.99] Through extreme depths, with the pen I hold fast\n[03:43.86] Watch the block thirst for one became all\n[03:45.62] Shot 'em with the long forgotten rainfall\n[03:49.53] Delivered in a vivid fashion with simplicity\n[03:53.45] The blind couldn't verify the authenticity\n[03:55.10] The rhyme came from the pressure of heat\n[03:58.41] Then it was laid out, on the ground to pave streets\n[04:07.24] ()\n[04:07.90] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Uzi (Pinky Ring)\n  artist: Wu-Tang Clan\n  album: 'Legend of the Wu-Tang Clan: Wu-Tang Clan''s Greatest Hits'\n  duration_ms: 318000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yo. yeah\n  start_ms: 1830\n  end_ms: 1910\n- text: Don't erase none of that good shit in the beginnin'\n  start_ms: 1910\n  end_ms: 6570\n- text: Yo. spill drinks on ya, get stank on ya\n  start_ms: 6570\n  end_ms: 9390\n- text: Yo. yo. pinky ring shit, yo\n  start_ms: 9390\n  end_ms: 14690\n- text: That pinky ring shit yo\n  start_ms: 14690\n  end_ms: 17490\n- text: It's that pinky ring shit, the legend of masked kid\n  start_ms: 17490\n  end_ms: 17620\n- text: Shoot out the speakers when my guns get jurassic\n  start_ms: 17620\n  end_ms: 20630\n- text: Superbad, who am I? 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Dolemite classic\n  The vandal's back, hands on Angela Bassett\n  I handle my plastic, gunplay I mastered\n  No coke, dope mixed down with acid on record\n  Broken down and crafted in seconds\n  Lady's choice, the golden voice still peppered\n  Better, respect it, bitch believe\n  I pull rabbits out the hat, tricks up my sleeves\n  I air out the showroom, the shit can breathe\n  Fix your weave, behold my expertise\n\n  (Wu-Tang Clan)\n  I got my uzi back\n  You dudes is wack\n  Face it the Wu is back\n  (Raekwon the Chef)\n  Take it back to the people, leanin' gettin' rec room punch\n  We in them authentic alley switchin joints\n  Major general niggas, five stars\n  Both arms rock when coke dropped we read a hundred niggas' palms\n  Silencers, garbage bags of hash\n  For every cop we paid retired now the nigga on smash\n  Gash you out your burner fast\n  You swing down hatin' me now respect get your fingers off the glass\n\n  ()\n\n  (Ghostface Killah)\n  Yo what the fuck yo?! Yo what the fuck y'all comin' for?\n  Get the fuck away from my door!\n  We got big guns in here, coke over there\n  With blue bag and E pills stashed under the chair\n  And there's Boss Hog black and white pit with the pink lips\n  Stan thought he was soft 'til he bit his fingers\n  The shit had me dyin' yo, big fat nigga bleedin'\n  Big cat nigga all season\n  On the beach truck, stuck with Hawaiian ice\n  Diamond twice the whole city thought I bought FUBU\n  Blew you, authentic doo doo, picture the fog iced out\n  Eighteen karat rap between noodles\n\n  ()\n\n  (RZA)\n  Up at Killa Bee headquarters, full rips is poured up\n  I saw Johnny sippin' Henny from a iced out cup\n  Yo with the blunt, two-way vibratin' off the hip\n  I sit took, three drags off the honey-dip\n  Now what you talkin'? You see my gold fronts sparkin'?\n  Ain't tryin' to hear what you dogs be barkin'\n  Read the headline, that was blast on today's Post\n  Dead King, thought he could ace Ghost\n  Queen, couldn't even jack Monk\n  Probably find him in Doc Doom's back trunk\n  Bdoodoodoo! I'm up at the Wu library\n  Readin Malcolm's, \". 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Dolemite classic\nThe vandal's back, hands on Angela Bassett\nI handle my plastic, gunplay I mastered\nNo coke, dope mixed down with acid on record\nBroken down and crafted in seconds\nLady's choice, the golden voice still peppered\nBetter, respect it, bitch believe\nI pull rabbits out the hat, tricks up my sleeves\nI air out the showroom, the shit can breathe\nFix your weave, behold my expertise\n\n(Wu-Tang Clan)\nI got my uzi back\nYou dudes is wack\nFace it the Wu is back\n(Raekwon the Chef)\nTake it back to the people, leanin' gettin' rec room punch\nWe in them authentic alley switchin joints\nMajor general niggas, five stars\nBoth arms rock when coke dropped we read a hundred niggas' palms\nSilencers, garbage bags of hash\nFor every cop we paid retired now the nigga on smash\nGash you out your burner fast\nYou swing down hatin' me now respect get your fingers off the glass\n\n()\n\n(Ghostface Killah)\nYo what the fuck yo?! Yo what the fuck y'all comin' for?\nGet the fuck away from my door!\nWe got big guns in here, coke over there\nWith blue bag and E pills stashed under the chair\nAnd there's Boss Hog black and white pit with the pink lips\nStan thought he was soft 'til he bit his fingers\nThe shit had me dyin' yo, big fat nigga bleedin'\nBig cat nigga all season\nOn the beach truck, stuck with Hawaiian ice\nDiamond twice the whole city thought I bought FUBU\nBlew you, authentic doo doo, picture the fog iced out\nEighteen karat rap between noodles\n\n()\n\n(RZA)\nUp at Killa Bee headquarters, full rips is poured up\nI saw Johnny sippin' Henny from a iced out cup\nYo with the blunt, two-way vibratin' off the hip\nI sit took, three drags off the honey-dip\nNow what you talkin'? You see my gold fronts sparkin'?\nAin't tryin' to hear what you dogs be barkin'\nRead the headline, that was blast on today's Post\nDead King, thought he could ace Ghost\nQueen, couldn't even jack Monk\nProbably find him in Doc Doom's back trunk\nBdoodoodoo! I'm up at the Wu library\nReadin Malcolm's, \". 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Dolemite classic\n[00:24.58] The vandal's back, hands on Angela Bassett\n[00:25.65] I handle my plastic, gunplay I mastered\n[00:28.14] No coke, dope mixed down with acid on record\n[00:31.50] Broken down and crafted in seconds\n[00:35.40] Lady's choice, the golden voice still peppered\n[00:35.42] Better, respect it, bitch believe\n[00:40.08] I pull rabbits out the hat, tricks up my sleeves\n[00:41.55] I air out the showroom, the shit can breathe\n[00:41.72] Fix your weave, behold my expertise\n[00:45.81] (Wu-Tang Clan)\n[00:46.92] I got my uzi back\n[00:48.79] You dudes is wack\n[00:50.57] Face it the Wu is back\n[00:51.25] (Raekwon the Chef)\n[00:55.04] Take it back to the people, leanin' gettin' rec room punch\n[00:57.11] We in them authentic alley switchin joints\n[00:57.35] Major general niggas, five stars\n[01:00.90] Both arms rock when coke dropped we read a hundred niggas' palms\n[01:04.28] Silencers, garbage bags of hash\n[01:05.56] For every cop we paid retired now the nigga on smash\n[01:08.98] Gash you out your burner fast\n[01:11.14] You swing down hatin' me now respect get your fingers off the glass\n[01:13.28] ()\n[01:13.42] (Ghostface Killah)\n[01:14.35] Yo what the fuck yo?! Yo what the fuck y'all comin' for?\n[01:24.86] Get the fuck away from my door!\n[01:25.81] We got big guns in here, coke over there\n[01:27.45] With blue bag and E pills stashed under the chair\n[01:31.35] And there's Boss Hog black and white pit with the pink lips\n[01:34.73] Stan thought he was soft 'til he bit his fingers\n[01:36.68] The shit had me dyin' yo, big fat nigga bleedin'\n[01:39.14] Big cat nigga all season\n[01:40.59] On the beach truck, stuck with Hawaiian ice\n[01:42.92] Diamond twice the whole city thought I bought FUBU\n[01:45.84] Blew you, authentic doo doo, picture the fog iced out\n[01:48.48] Eighteen karat rap between noodles\n[01:51.25] ()\n[01:51.43] (RZA)\n[01:53.33] Up at Killa Bee headquarters, full rips is poured up\n[02:00.38] I saw Johnny sippin' Henny from a iced out cup\n[02:03.25] Yo with the blunt, two-way vibratin' off the hip\n[02:06.35] I sit took, three drags off the honey-dip\n[02:08.47] Now what you talkin'? You see my gold fronts sparkin'?\n[02:11.13] Ain't tryin' to hear what you dogs be barkin'\n[02:14.81] Read the headline, that was blast on today's Post\n[02:17.01] Dead King, thought he could ace Ghost\n[02:18.65] Queen, couldn't even jack Monk\n[02:18.86] Probably find him in Doc Doom's back trunk\n[02:22.22] Bdoodoodoo! I'm up at the Wu library\n[02:24.72] Readin Malcolm's, \". Any Means Necessary\"\n[02:27.43] (Method Man)\n[02:27.82] John John, Bacardi straight up hold the ice\n[02:29.07] So nice like New York they had to name him twice\n[02:31.52] Name your price, I black out then change the lights\n[02:33.24] Give you the same advice that I gave my wife\n[02:36.23] Don't fuck with mine, Clan give you lumps in nine\n[02:40.28] Let the smoke cloud clear so the sun can shine\n[02:42.05] Culture shock, for some of us that's all we got\n[02:42.70] Whether you ball or not, you can all be shot\n[02:46.04] (Inspectah Deck)\n[02:46.29] New York, New York, legendary rhyme boss\n[02:46.37] Code name Charley Horse, bust with blind force\n[02:50.88] I smash set it and wreck for cash credit or check\n[02:53.08] You crabs test, can't measure the threat\n[02:53.20] I dance on a nigga like my name's Zab Judah\n[02:58.23] Rap barracuda, three XL kahuna\n[02:59.37] Sure to get it perkin' and cause a disturbance\n[03:00.76] I'm thirstin', feel what I feel then we can merge then\n[03:04.26] Creep it through the states in V8's and 12's\n[03:04.41] My weight's hell, fuck with me then brace yourself\n[03:07.24] The Noble, Sir I mass mogul\n[03:10.32] Known to blast vocals, and move global on you locals\n[03:10.47] (Masta Killa)\n[03:12.91] This is grown man talkin', coward I split your head\n[03:15.15] I'm from the East where the streets run red from the bloodshed\n[03:17.88] Hit Chef for the rice and peas\n[03:20.03] 'Nuff respect Father E tumbled at ease\n[03:21.69] My brothers can't wait to squeeze the automatic\n[03:22.65] They need wreck like a drug dealer need a addict\n[03:24.56] Floatin' on the 95, sting like a killer bee\n[03:29.81] Your hands can't hit what your eyes can't see\n[03:31.28] (GZA)\n[03:32.07] From dark matter to the big crunch\n[03:32.29] The vocals came in a bunch without one punch\n[03:34.71] Rare glimpse from the, strictly advanced, proved unstoppable\n[03:34.90] Reputation enhanced, since the cause was probable\n[03:40.52] So you compare contrast but don't blast\n[03:41.99] through extreme depths, with the pen I hold fast\n[03:43.86] Watch the block thirst for one became all\n[03:45.62] Shot 'em with the long forgotten rainfall\n[03:49.53] Delivered in a vivid fashion with simplicity\n[03:53.45] The blind couldn't verify the authenticity\n[03:55.10] The rhyme came from the pressure of heat\n[03:58.41] Then it was laid out, on the ground to pave streets\n[04:07.24] ()\n[04:07.90] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Uzi (Pinky Ring)\n  artist: Wu‐Tang Clan\n  album: 'Legend of the Wu‐Tang Clan: Wu-Tang Clan’s Greatest Hits'\n  duration_ms: 318000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yo. yeah\n  start_ms: 1830\n  end_ms: 1910\n- text: Don't erase none of that good shit in the beginnin'\n  start_ms: 1910\n  end_ms: 6570\n- text: Yo. spill drinks on ya, get stank on ya\n  start_ms: 6570\n  end_ms: 9390\n- text: Yo. yo. pinky ring shit, yo\n  start_ms: 9390\n  end_ms: 14690\n- text: That pinky ring shit yo\n  start_ms: 14690\n  end_ms: 17490\n- text: It's that pinky ring shit, the legend of masked kid\n  start_ms: 17490\n  end_ms: 17620\n- text: Shoot out the speakers when my guns get jurassic\n  start_ms: 17620\n  end_ms: 20630\n- text: Superbad, who am I? 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Dolemite classic\n  The vandal's back, hands on Angela Bassett\n  I handle my plastic, gunplay I mastered\n  No coke, dope mixed down with acid on record\n  Broken down and crafted in seconds\n  Lady's choice, the golden voice still peppered\n  Better, respect it, bitch believe\n  I pull rabbits out the hat, tricks up my sleeves\n  I air out the showroom, the shit can breathe\n  Fix your weave, behold my expertise\n\n  (Wu-Tang Clan)\n  I got my uzi back\n  You dudes is wack\n  Face it the Wu is back\n  (Raekwon the Chef)\n  Take it back to the people, leanin' gettin' rec room punch\n  We in them authentic alley switchin joints\n  Major general niggas, five stars\n  Both arms rock when coke dropped we read a hundred niggas' palms\n  Silencers, garbage bags of hash\n  For every cop we paid retired now the nigga on smash\n  Gash you out your burner fast\n  You swing down hatin' me now respect get your fingers off the glass\n\n  ()\n\n  (Ghostface Killah)\n  Yo what the fuck yo?! Yo what the fuck y'all comin' for?\n  Get the fuck away from my door!\n  We got big guns in here, coke over there\n  With blue bag and E pills stashed under the chair\n  And there's Boss Hog black and white pit with the pink lips\n  Stan thought he was soft 'til he bit his fingers\n  The shit had me dyin' yo, big fat nigga bleedin'\n  Big cat nigga all season\n  On the beach truck, stuck with Hawaiian ice\n  Diamond twice the whole city thought I bought FUBU\n  Blew you, authentic doo doo, picture the fog iced out\n  Eighteen karat rap between noodles\n\n  ()\n\n  (RZA)\n  Up at Killa Bee headquarters, full rips is poured up\n  I saw Johnny sippin' Henny from a iced out cup\n  Yo with the blunt, two-way vibratin' off the hip\n  I sit took, three drags off the honey-dip\n  Now what you talkin'? You see my gold fronts sparkin'?\n  Ain't tryin' to hear what you dogs be barkin'\n  Read the headline, that was blast on today's Post\n  Dead King, thought he could ace Ghost\n  Queen, couldn't even jack Monk\n  Probably find him in Doc Doom's back trunk\n  Bdoodoodoo! I'm up at the Wu library\n  Readin Malcolm's, \". Any Means Necessary\"\n\n  (Method Man)\n  John John, Bacardi straight up hold the ice\n  So nice like New York they had to name him twice\n  Name your price, I black out then change the lights\n  Give you the same advice that I gave my wife\n  Don't fuck with mine, Clan give you lumps in nine\n  Let the smoke cloud clear so the sun can shine\n  Culture shock, for some of us that's all we got\n  Whether you ball or not, you can all be shot\n\n  (Inspectah Deck)\n  New York, New York, legendary rhyme boss\n  Code name Charley Horse, bust with blind force\n  I smash set it and wreck for cash credit or check\n  You crabs test, can't measure the threat\n  I dance on a nigga like my name's Zab Judah\n  Rap barracuda, three XL kahuna\n  Sure to get it perkin' and cause a disturbance\n  I'm thirstin', feel what I feel then we can merge then\n  Creep it through the states in V8's and 12's\n  My weight's hell, fuck with me then brace yourself\n  The Noble, Sir I mass mogul\n  Known to blast vocals, and move global on you locals\n\n  (Masta Killa)\n  This is grown man talkin', coward I split your head\n  I'm from the East where the streets run red from the bloodshed\n  Hit Chef for the rice and peas\n  'Nuff respect Father E tumbled at ease\n  My brothers can't wait to squeeze the automatic\n  They need wreck like a drug dealer need a addict\n  Floatin' on the 95, sting like a killer bee\n  Your hands can't hit what your eyes can't see\n\n  (GZA)\n  From dark matter to the big crunch\n  The vocals came in a bunch without one punch\n  Rare glimpse from the, strictly advanced, proved unstoppable\n  Reputation enhanced, since the cause was probable\n  So you compare contrast but don't blast\n  through extreme depths, with the pen I hold fast\n  Watch the block thirst for one became all\n  Shot 'em with the long forgotten rainfall\n  Delivered in a vivid fashion with simplicity\n  The blind couldn't verify the authenticity\n  The rhyme came from the pressure of heat\n  Then it was laid out, on the ground to pave streets\n\n  ()\n"},{"id":39335552,"name":"Uzi (Pinky Ring)","trackName":"Uzi (Pinky Ring)","artistName":"Wu-Tang Clan","albumName":"Legend of the Wu-Tang Clan∶ Wu-Tang Clan's Greatest Hits","duration":318.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yo. yeah\nDon't erase none of that good shit in the beginnin'\nYo. spill drinks on ya, get stank on ya\nYo. yo. pinky ring shit, yo\nThat pinky ring shit yo\n\nIt's that pinky ring shit, the legend of masked kid\nShoot out the speakers when my guns get jurassic\nSuperbad, who am I? Dolemite classic\nThe vandal's back, hands on Angela Bassett\nI handle my plastic, gunplay I mastered\nNo coke, dope mixed down with acid on record\nBroken down and crafted in seconds\nLady's choice, the golden voice still peppered\nBetter, respect it, bitch believe\nI pull rabbits out the hat, tricks up my sleeves\nI air out the showroom, the shit can breathe\nFix your weave, behold my expertise\n\n(Wu-Tang Clan)\nI got my uzi back\nYou dudes is wack\nFace it the Wu is back\n(Raekwon the Chef)\nTake it back to the people, leanin' gettin' rec room punch\nWe in them authentic alley switchin joints\nMajor general niggas, five stars\nBoth arms rock when coke dropped we read a hundred niggas' palms\nSilencers, garbage bags of hash\nFor every cop we paid retired now the nigga on smash\nGash you out your burner fast\nYou swing down hatin' me now respect get your fingers off the glass\n\n()\n\n(Ghostface Killah)\nYo what the fuck yo?! Yo what the fuck y'all comin' for?\nGet the fuck away from my door!\nWe got big guns in here, coke over there\nWith blue bag and E pills stashed under the chair\nAnd there's Boss Hog black and white pit with the pink lips\nStan thought he was soft 'til he bit his fingers\nThe shit had me dyin' yo, big fat nigga bleedin'\nBig cat nigga all season\nOn the beach truck, stuck with Hawaiian ice\nDiamond twice the whole city thought I bought FUBU\nBlew you, authentic doo doo, picture the fog iced out\nEighteen karat rap between noodles\n\n()\n\n(RZA)\nUp at Killa Bee headquarters, full rips is poured up\nI saw Johnny sippin' Henny from a iced out cup\nYo with the blunt, two-way vibratin' off the hip\nI sit took, three drags off the honey-dip\nNow what you talkin'? You see my gold fronts sparkin'?\nAin't tryin' to hear what you dogs be barkin'\nRead the headline, that was blast on today's Post\nDead King, thought he could ace Ghost\nQueen, couldn't even jack Monk\nProbably find him in Doc Doom's back trunk\nBdoodoodoo! I'm up at the Wu library\nReadin Malcolm's, \". Any Means Necessary\"\n\n(Method Man)\nJohn John, Bacardi straight up hold the ice\nSo nice like New York they had to name him twice\nName your price, I black out then change the lights\nGive you the same advice that I gave my wife\nDon't fuck with mine, Clan give you lumps in nine\nLet the smoke cloud clear so the sun can shine\nCulture shock, for some of us that's all we got\nWhether you ball or not, you can all be shot\n\n(Inspectah Deck)\nNew York, New York, legendary rhyme boss\nCode name Charley Horse, bust with blind force\nI smash set it and wreck for cash credit or check\nYou crabs test, can't measure the threat\nI dance on a nigga like my name's Zab Judah\nRap barracuda, three XL kahuna\nSure to get it perkin' and cause a disturbance\nI'm thirstin', feel what I feel then we can merge then\nCreep it through the states in V8's and 12's\nMy weight's hell, fuck with me then brace yourself\nThe Noble, Sir I mass mogul\nKnown to blast vocals, and move global on you locals\n\n(Masta Killa)\nThis is grown man talkin', coward I split your head\nI'm from the East where the streets run red from the bloodshed\nHit Chef for the rice and peas\n'Nuff respect Father E tumbled at ease\nMy brothers can't wait to squeeze the automatic\nThey need wreck like a drug dealer need a addict\nFloatin' on the 95, sting like a killer bee\nYour hands can't hit what your eyes can't see\n\n(GZA)\nFrom dark matter to the big crunch\nThe vocals came in a bunch without one punch\nRare glimpse from the, strictly advanced, proved unstoppable\nReputation enhanced, since the cause was probable\nSo you compare contrast but don't blast\nThrough extreme depths, with the pen I hold fast\nWatch the block thirst for one became all\nShot 'em with the long forgotten rainfall\nDelivered in a vivid fashion with simplicity\nThe blind couldn't verify the authenticity\nThe rhyme came from the pressure of heat\nThen it was laid out, on the ground to pave streets\n\n()","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.83]Yo. yeah\n[00:01.91]Don't erase none of that good shit in the beginnin'\n[00:06.57]Yo. spill drinks on ya, get stank on ya\n[00:09.39]Yo. yo. pinky ring shit, yo\n[00:14.69]That pinky ring shit yo\n[00:17.49]It's that pinky ring shit, the legend of masked kid\n[00:17.62]Shoot out the speakers when my guns get jurassic\n[00:20.63]Superbad, who am I? Dolemite classic\n[00:24.58]The vandal's back, hands on Angela Bassett\n[00:25.65]I handle my plastic, gunplay I mastered\n[00:28.14]No coke, dope mixed down with acid on record\n[00:31.50]Broken down and crafted in seconds\n[00:35.40]Lady's choice, the golden voice still peppered\n[00:35.42]Better, respect it, bitch believe\n[00:40.08]I pull rabbits out the hat, tricks up my sleeves\n[00:41.55]I air out the showroom, the shit can breathe\n[00:41.72]Fix your weave, behold my expertise\n[00:45.81](Wu-Tang Clan)\n[00:46.92]I got my uzi back\n[00:48.79]You dudes is wack\n[00:50.57]Face it the Wu is back\n[00:51.25](Raekwon the Chef)\n[00:55.04]Take it back to the people, leanin' gettin' rec room punch\n[00:57.11]We in them authentic alley switchin joints\n[00:57.35]Major general niggas, five stars\n[01:00.90]Both arms rock when coke dropped we read a hundred niggas' palms\n[01:04.28]Silencers, garbage bags of hash\n[01:05.56]For every cop we paid retired now the nigga on smash\n[01:08.98]Gash you out your burner fast\n[01:11.14]You swing down hatin' me now respect get your fingers off the glass\n[01:13.28]()\n[01:13.42](Ghostface Killah)\n[01:14.35]Yo what the fuck yo?! Yo what the fuck y'all comin' for?\n[01:24.86]Get the fuck away from my door!\n[01:25.81]We got big guns in here, coke over there\n[01:27.45]With blue bag and E pills stashed under the chair\n[01:31.35]And there's Boss Hog black and white pit with the pink lips\n[01:34.73]Stan thought he was soft 'til he bit his fingers\n[01:36.68]The shit had me dyin' yo, big fat nigga bleedin'\n[01:39.14]Big cat nigga all season\n[01:40.59]On the beach truck, stuck with Hawaiian ice\n[01:42.92]Diamond twice the whole city thought I bought FUBU\n[01:45.84]Blew you, authentic doo doo, picture the fog iced out\n[01:48.48]Eighteen karat rap between noodles\n[01:51.25]()\n[01:51.43](RZA)\n[01:53.33]Up at Killa Bee headquarters, full rips is poured up\n[02:00.38]I saw Johnny sippin' Henny from a iced out cup\n[02:03.25]Yo with the blunt, two-way vibratin' off the hip\n[02:06.35]I sit took, three drags off the honey-dip\n[02:08.47]Now what you talkin'? You see my gold fronts sparkin'?\n[02:11.13]Ain't tryin' to hear what you dogs be barkin'\n[02:14.81]Read the headline, that was blast on today's Post\n[02:17.01]Dead King, thought he could ace Ghost\n[02:18.65]Queen, couldn't even jack Monk\n[02:18.86]Probably find him in Doc Doom's back trunk\n[02:22.22]Bdoodoodoo! I'm up at the Wu library\n[02:24.72]Readin Malcolm's, \". Any Means Necessary\"\n[02:27.43](Method Man)\n[02:27.82]John John, Bacardi straight up hold the ice\n[02:29.07]So nice like New York they had to name him twice\n[02:31.52]Name your price, I black out then change the lights\n[02:33.24]Give you the same advice that I gave my wife\n[02:36.23]Don't fuck with mine, Clan give you lumps in nine\n[02:40.28]Let the smoke cloud clear so the sun can shine\n[02:42.05]Culture shock, for some of us that's all we got\n[02:42.70]Whether you ball or not, you can all be shot\n[02:46.04](Inspectah Deck)\n[02:46.29]New York, New York, legendary rhyme boss\n[02:46.37]Code name Charley Horse, bust with blind force\n[02:50.88]I smash set it and wreck for cash credit or check\n[02:53.08]You crabs test, can't measure the threat\n[02:53.20]I dance on a nigga like my name's Zab Judah\n[02:58.23]Rap barracuda, three XL kahuna\n[02:59.37]Sure to get it perkin' and cause a disturbance\n[03:00.76]I'm thirstin', feel what I feel then we can merge then\n[03:04.26]Creep it through the states in V8's and 12's\n[03:04.41]My weight's hell, fuck with me then brace yourself\n[03:07.24]The Noble, Sir I mass mogul\n[03:10.32]Known to blast vocals, and move global on you locals\n[03:10.47](Masta Killa)\n[03:12.91]This is grown man talkin', coward I split your head\n[03:15.15]I'm from the East where the streets run red from the bloodshed\n[03:17.88]Hit Chef for the rice and peas\n[03:20.03]'Nuff respect Father E tumbled at ease\n[03:21.69]My brothers can't wait to squeeze the automatic\n[03:22.65]They need wreck like a drug dealer need a addict\n[03:24.56]Floatin' on the 95, sting like a killer bee\n[03:29.81]Your hands can't hit what your eyes can't see\n[03:31.28](GZA)\n[03:32.07]From dark matter to the big crunch\n[03:32.29]The vocals came in a bunch without one punch\n[03:34.71]Rare glimpse from the, strictly advanced, proved unstoppable\n[03:34.90]Reputation enhanced, since the cause was probable\n[03:40.52]So you compare contrast but don't blast\n[03:41.99]Through extreme depths, with the pen I hold fast\n[03:43.86]Watch the block thirst for one became all\n[03:45.62]Shot 'em with the long forgotten rainfall\n[03:49.53]Delivered in a vivid fashion with simplicity\n[03:53.45]The blind couldn't verify the authenticity\n[03:55.10]The rhyme came from the pressure of heat\n[03:58.41]Then it was laid out, on the ground to pave streets\n[04:07.24]()\n[04:07.90]","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Uzi (Pinky Ring)\n  artist: Wu-Tang Clan\n  album: Legend of the Wu-Tang Clan∶ Wu-Tang Clan's Greatest Hits\n  duration_ms: 317693\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yo. yeah\n  start_ms: 1830\n  end_ms: 1910\n- text: Don't erase none of that good shit in the beginnin'\n  start_ms: 1910\n  end_ms: 6570\n- text: Yo. spill drinks on ya, get stank on ya\n  start_ms: 6570\n  end_ms: 9390\n- text: Yo. yo. pinky ring shit, yo\n  start_ms: 9390\n  end_ms: 14690\n- text: That pinky ring shit yo\n  start_ms: 14690\n  end_ms: 17490\n- text: It's that pinky ring shit, the legend of masked kid\n  start_ms: 17490\n  end_ms: 17620\n- text: Shoot out the speakers when my guns get jurassic\n  start_ms: 17620\n  end_ms: 20630\n- text: Superbad, who am I? 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Dolemite classic\n  The vandal's back, hands on Angela Bassett\n  I handle my plastic, gunplay I mastered\n  No coke, dope mixed down with acid on record\n  Broken down and crafted in seconds\n  Lady's choice, the golden voice still peppered\n  Better, respect it, bitch believe\n  I pull rabbits out the hat, tricks up my sleeves\n  I air out the showroom, the shit can breathe\n  Fix your weave, behold my expertise\n\n  (Wu-Tang Clan)\n  I got my uzi back\n  You dudes is wack\n  Face it the Wu is back\n  (Raekwon the Chef)\n  Take it back to the people, leanin' gettin' rec room punch\n  We in them authentic alley switchin joints\n  Major general niggas, five stars\n  Both arms rock when coke dropped we read a hundred niggas' palms\n  Silencers, garbage bags of hash\n  For every cop we paid retired now the nigga on smash\n  Gash you out your burner fast\n  You swing down hatin' me now respect get your fingers off the glass\n\n  ()\n\n  (Ghostface Killah)\n  Yo what the fuck yo?! Yo what the fuck y'all comin' for?\n  Get the fuck away from my door!\n  We got big guns in here, coke over there\n  With blue bag and E pills stashed under the chair\n  And there's Boss Hog black and white pit with the pink lips\n  Stan thought he was soft 'til he bit his fingers\n  The shit had me dyin' yo, big fat nigga bleedin'\n  Big cat nigga all season\n  On the beach truck, stuck with Hawaiian ice\n  Diamond twice the whole city thought I bought FUBU\n  Blew you, authentic doo doo, picture the fog iced out\n  Eighteen karat rap between noodles\n\n  ()\n\n  (RZA)\n  Up at Killa Bee headquarters, full rips is poured up\n  I saw Johnny sippin' Henny from a iced out cup\n  Yo with the blunt, two-way vibratin' off the hip\n  I sit took, three drags off the honey-dip\n  Now what you talkin'? You see my gold fronts sparkin'?\n  Ain't tryin' to hear what you dogs be barkin'\n  Read the headline, that was blast on today's Post\n  Dead King, thought he could ace Ghost\n  Queen, couldn't even jack Monk\n  Probably find him in Doc Doom's back trunk\n  Bdoodoodoo! I'm up at the Wu library\n  Readin Malcolm's, \". Any Means Necessary\"\n\n  (Method Man)\n  John John, Bacardi straight up hold the ice\n  So nice like New York they had to name him twice\n  Name your price, I black out then change the lights\n  Give you the same advice that I gave my wife\n  Don't fuck with mine, Clan give you lumps in nine\n  Let the smoke cloud clear so the sun can shine\n  Culture shock, for some of us that's all we got\n  Whether you ball or not, you can all be shot\n\n  (Inspectah Deck)\n  New York, New York, legendary rhyme boss\n  Code name Charley Horse, bust with blind force\n  I smash set it and wreck for cash credit or check\n  You crabs test, can't measure the threat\n  I dance on a nigga like my name's Zab Judah\n  Rap barracuda, three XL kahuna\n  Sure to get it perkin' and cause a disturbance\n  I'm thirstin', feel what I feel then we can merge then\n  Creep it through the states in V8's and 12's\n  My weight's hell, fuck with me then brace yourself\n  The Noble, Sir I mass mogul\n  Known to blast vocals, and move global on you locals\n\n  (Masta Killa)\n  This is grown man talkin', coward I split your head\n  I'm from the East where the streets run red from the bloodshed\n  Hit Chef for the rice and peas\n  'Nuff respect Father E tumbled at ease\n  My brothers can't wait to squeeze the automatic\n  They need wreck like a drug dealer need a addict\n  Floatin' on the 95, sting like a killer bee\n  Your hands can't hit what your eyes can't see\n\n  (GZA)\n  From dark matter to the big crunch\n  The vocals came in a bunch without one punch\n  Rare glimpse from the, strictly advanced, proved unstoppable\n  Reputation enhanced, since the cause was probable\n  So you compare contrast but don't blast\n  Through extreme depths, with the pen I hold fast\n  Watch the block thirst for one became all\n  Shot 'em with the long forgotten rainfall\n  Delivered in a vivid fashion with simplicity\n  The blind couldn't verify the authenticity\n  The rhyme came from the pressure of heat\n  Then it was laid out, on the ground to pave streets\n\n  ()\n"},{"id":9303123,"name":"Uzi (Pinky Ring) (dirty)","trackName":"Uzi (Pinky Ring) (dirty)","artistName":"Wu-Tang Clan","albumName":"The Essential Wu‐Tang Clan","duration":318.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yo. yeah\nDon't erase none of that good shit in the beginnin\nYo. spill drinks on ya, get stank on ya\nYo. yo. pinky ring shit, yo\nThat pinky ring shit, yo\n\nIt's that pinky ring shit, the legend of masked kid\nShoot out the speakers when my guns get jurassic\nSuperbad, who am I? Dolemite classic\nThe vandal's back, hands on Angela Bassett\nI handle my plastic, gunplay I mastered\nNo coke, dope mixed down with acid on record\nBroken down and crafted in seconds\nLady's choice, the golden voice still peppered\nBetter, respect it, bitch believe\nI pull rabbits out the hat, tricks up my sleeves\nI air out the showroom, the shit can breathe\nFix your weave, behold my expertise\n\nI got my uzi back - you dudes is wack, face it the Wu is back\nI got my uzi back - you dudes is wack, face it the Wu is back\n\nTake it back to the peoples, leanin' gettin' rec room punch\nWe in them authentic alley switchin joints\nMajor general niggas, five stars\nBoth arms rock when coke dropped we read a hundred niggas palms\nSilencers, garbage bags of hash\nFor every cop we paid retired now the nigga on smash\nGash you out your burner fast\nYou swing down hatin me now respect get your fingers off the glass\nYo what the fuck yo?! Yo what the fuck y'all comin for?\nGet the fuck away from my door!\nWe got big guns in here, coke over there\nWith blue bag and E pills stashed under the chair\nAnd there's Boss Hog black and white pit with the pink lips\nStan thought he was soft 'til he bit his fingers\nThe shit had me dyin yo, big fat nigga bleedin\nBig cat nigga all season\nOn the beach truck, stuck with Hawaiian ice\nDiamond twice the whole city thought I bought FUBU\nBlew you, authentic doodoo, picture the fog iced out\n18 karat rap between noodles\nUp at Killa Bee headquarters, four whips just pulled up\nI saw Johnny sippin Henny from a iced out cup\nYo with the blunt, two-way vibratin off the hip\nI sit took three drags off the honey-dip\nNow what you talkin? You see my gold fronts sparkin?\nAin't tryin to hear what you dogs be barkin\nRead the headline, that was blast on today's Post\nDead king, thought he could ace Ghost\nQueen couldn't even jack Monk\nProbably find him in Doc Doom's back trunk\nBdoodoodoo! I'm up at the Wu library\nReadin Malcolm's, \". Any Means Necessary\"\nJohn John, Bacardi straight up hold the ice\nSo nice like New York they had to name him twice\nName your price, I black out then change the lights\nGive you the same advice that I gave my wife\nDon't fuck with mine, Clan give you lumps in nine\nLet the smoke cloud clear so the sun can shine\nCulture shock, for some of us that's all we got\nWhether you ball or not, you can all get shot\nNew York, New York, legendary rhyme boss\nCode name Charlie Horse, bust with blind force\nI smash set it and wreck for cash credit or check\nYou crash-tests can't measure the threat\nI dance on a nigga like my name's Zab Judah\nRap barracuda, three XL kahuna\nSure to get it perkin and cause a disturbance\nI'm thirstin, feel what I feel then we can merge then\nCreep it through the states in V8's and 12's\nMy weight's hell, fuck with me then brace yourself\nThe Noble, Sir I mass mogul\nKnown to blast vocals, and move global on you locals\nThis is grown man talkin, coward I split your head\nI'm from the East where the streets run red from the bloodshed\nHit Chef for the rice and peas\nNuff respect Father E tumbled at ease\nMy brothers can't wait to squeeze the automatic\nThey need wreck like a drug dealer need a addict\nFloatin on the 95, sting like a killer bee\nYour hands can't hit what your eyes can't see\n\nFrom dark matter to the big crunch\nThe vocals came in a bunch without one punch\nRare glimpse from the, strictly advanced, proved unstoppable\nReputation enhanced, since the cause was probable\nSo you compare contrast but don't blast\nThrough extreme depths, with the pen I hold fast\nWatch the block thirst for one became all\nShot 'em with the long forgotten rainfall\nDelivered in a vivid fashion with simplicity\nThe blind couldn't verify the authenticity\nThe rhyme came from the pressure of heat\nThen it was laid out, on the ground to pave streets","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Uzi (Pinky Ring) (dirty)\n  artist: Wu-Tang Clan\n  album: The Essential Wu‐Tang Clan\n  duration_ms: 318000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yo. yeah\n  Don't erase none of that good shit in the beginnin\n  Yo. spill drinks on ya, get stank on ya\n  Yo. yo. pinky ring shit, yo\n  That pinky ring shit, yo\n\n  It's that pinky ring shit, the legend of masked kid\n  Shoot out the speakers when my guns get jurassic\n  Superbad, who am I? Dolemite classic\n  The vandal's back, hands on Angela Bassett\n  I handle my plastic, gunplay I mastered\n  No coke, dope mixed down with acid on record\n  Broken down and crafted in seconds\n  Lady's choice, the golden voice still peppered\n  Better, respect it, bitch believe\n  I pull rabbits out the hat, tricks up my sleeves\n  I air out the showroom, the shit can breathe\n  Fix your weave, behold my expertise\n\n  I got my uzi back - you dudes is wack, face it the Wu is back\n  I got my uzi back - you dudes is wack, face it the Wu is back\n\n  Take it back to the peoples, leanin' gettin' rec room punch\n  We in them authentic alley switchin joints\n  Major general niggas, five stars\n  Both arms rock when coke dropped we read a hundred niggas palms\n  Silencers, garbage bags of hash\n  For every cop we paid retired now the nigga on smash\n  Gash you out your burner fast\n  You swing down hatin me now respect get your fingers off the glass\n  Yo what the fuck yo?! Yo what the fuck y'all comin for?\n  Get the fuck away from my door!\n  We got big guns in here, coke over there\n  With blue bag and E pills stashed under the chair\n  And there's Boss Hog black and white pit with the pink lips\n  Stan thought he was soft 'til he bit his fingers\n  The shit had me dyin yo, big fat nigga bleedin\n  Big cat nigga all season\n  On the beach truck, stuck with Hawaiian ice\n  Diamond twice the whole city thought I bought FUBU\n  Blew you, authentic doodoo, picture the fog iced out\n  18 karat rap between noodles\n  Up at Killa Bee headquarters, four whips just pulled up\n  I saw Johnny sippin Henny from a iced out cup\n  Yo with the blunt, two-way vibratin off the hip\n  I sit took three drags off the honey-dip\n  Now what you talkin? You see my gold fronts sparkin?\n  Ain't tryin to hear what you dogs be barkin\n  Read the headline, that was blast on today's Post\n  Dead king, thought he could ace Ghost\n  Queen couldn't even jack Monk\n  Probably find him in Doc Doom's back trunk\n  Bdoodoodoo! I'm up at the Wu library\n  Readin Malcolm's, \". Any Means Necessary\"\n  John John, Bacardi straight up hold the ice\n  So nice like New York they had to name him twice\n  Name your price, I black out then change the lights\n  Give you the same advice that I gave my wife\n  Don't fuck with mine, Clan give you lumps in nine\n  Let the smoke cloud clear so the sun can shine\n  Culture shock, for some of us that's all we got\n  Whether you ball or not, you can all get shot\n  New York, New York, legendary rhyme boss\n  Code name Charlie Horse, bust with blind force\n  I smash set it and wreck for cash credit or check\n  You crash-tests can't measure the threat\n  I dance on a nigga like my name's Zab Judah\n  Rap barracuda, three XL kahuna\n  Sure to get it perkin and cause a disturbance\n  I'm thirstin, feel what I feel then we can merge then\n  Creep it through the states in V8's and 12's\n  My weight's hell, fuck with me then brace yourself\n  The Noble, Sir I mass mogul\n  Known to blast vocals, and move global on you locals\n  This is grown man talkin, coward I split your head\n  I'm from the East where the streets run red from the bloodshed\n  Hit Chef for the rice and peas\n  Nuff respect Father E tumbled at ease\n  My brothers can't wait to squeeze the automatic\n  They need wreck like a drug dealer need a addict\n  Floatin on the 95, sting like a killer bee\n  Your hands can't hit what your eyes can't see\n\n  From dark matter to the big crunch\n  The vocals came in a bunch without one punch\n  Rare glimpse from the, strictly advanced, proved unstoppable\n  Reputation enhanced, since the cause was probable\n  So you compare contrast but don't blast\n  Through extreme depths, with the pen I hold fast\n  Watch the block thirst for one became all\n  Shot 'em with the long forgotten rainfall\n  Delivered in a vivid fashion with simplicity\n  The blind couldn't verify the authenticity\n  The rhyme came from the pressure of heat\n  Then it was laid out, on the ground to pave streets\n"},{"id":18496815,"name":"Uzi (Pinky Ring) (dirty)","trackName":"Uzi (Pinky Ring) (dirty)","artistName":"Wu-Tang Clan","albumName":"The Essential Wu-Tang Clan","duration":318.458776,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yo. yeah\nDon't erase none of that good shit in the beginnin\nYo. spill drinks on ya, get stank on ya\nYo. yo. pinky ring shit, yo\nThat pinky ring shit, yo\n\nIt's that pinky ring shit, the legend of masked kid\nShoot out the speakers when my guns get jurassic\nSuperbad, who am I? Dolemite classic\nThe vandal's back, hands on Angela Bassett\nI handle my plastic, gunplay I mastered\nNo coke, dope mixed down with acid on record\nBroken down and crafted in seconds\nLady's choice, the golden voice still peppered\nBetter, respect it, bitch believe\nI pull rabbits out the hat, tricks up my sleeves\nI air out the showroom, the shit can breathe\nFix your weave, behold my expertise\n\nI got my uzi back - you dudes is wack, face it the Wu is back\nI got my uzi back - you dudes is wack, face it the Wu is back\n\nTake it back to the peoples, leanin' gettin' rec room punch\nWe in them authentic alley switchin joints\nMajor general niggas, five stars\nBoth arms rock when coke dropped we read a hundred niggas palms\nSilencers, garbage bags of hash\nFor every cop we paid retired now the nigga on smash\nGash you out your burner fast\nYou swing down hatin me now respect get your fingers off the glass\nYo what the fuck yo?! Yo what the fuck y'all comin for?\nGet the fuck away from my door!\nWe got big guns in here, coke over there\nWith blue bag and E pills stashed under the chair\nAnd there's Boss Hog black and white pit with the pink lips\nStan thought he was soft 'til he bit his fingers\nThe shit had me dyin yo, big fat nigga bleedin\nBig cat nigga all season\nOn the beach truck, stuck with Hawaiian ice\nDiamond twice the whole city thought I bought FUBU\nBlew you, authentic doodoo, picture the fog iced out\n18 karat rap between noodles\nUp at Killa Bee headquarters, four whips just pulled up\nI saw Johnny sippin Henny from a iced out cup\nYo with the blunt, two-way vibratin off the hip\nI sit took three drags off the honey-dip\nNow what you talkin? You see my gold fronts sparkin?\nAin't tryin to hear what you dogs be barkin\nRead the headline, that was blast on today's Post\nDead king, thought he could ace Ghost\nQueen couldn't even jack Monk\nProbably find him in Doc Doom's back trunk\nBdoodoodoo! 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Any Means Necessary\"\nJohn John, Bacardi straight up hold the ice\nSo nice like New York they had to name him twice\nName your price, I black out then change the lights\nGive you the same advice that I gave my wife\nDon't fuck with mine, Clan give you lumps in nine\nLet the smoke cloud clear so the sun can shine\nCulture shock, for some of us that's all we got\nWhether you ball or not, you can all get shot\nNew York, New York, legendary rhyme boss\nCode name Charlie Horse, bust with blind force\nI smash set it and wreck for cash credit or check\nYou crash-tests can't measure the threat\nI dance on a nigga like my name's Zab Judah\nRap barracuda, three XL kahuna\nSure to get it perkin and cause a disturbance\nI'm thirstin, feel what I feel then we can merge then\nCreep it through the states in V8's and 12's\nMy weight's hell, fuck with me then brace yourself\nThe Noble, Sir I mass mogul\nKnown to blast vocals, and move global on you locals\nThis is grown man talkin, coward I split your head\nI'm from the East where the streets run red from the bloodshed\nHit Chef for the rice and peas\nNuff respect Father E tumbled at ease\nMy brothers can't wait to squeeze the automatic\nThey need wreck like a drug dealer need a addict\nFloatin on the 95, sting like a killer bee\nYour hands can't hit what your eyes can't see\n\nFrom dark matter to the big crunch\nThe vocals came in a bunch without one punch\nRare glimpse from the, strictly advanced, proved unstoppable\nReputation enhanced, since the cause was probable\nSo you compare contrast but don't blast\nThrough extreme depths, with the pen I hold fast\nWatch the block thirst for one became all\nShot 'em with the long forgotten rainfall\nDelivered in a vivid fashion with simplicity\nThe blind couldn't verify the authenticity\nThe rhyme came from the pressure of heat\nThen it was laid out, on the ground to pave streets","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Uzi (Pinky Ring) (dirty)\n  artist: Wu-Tang Clan\n  album: The Essential Wu-Tang Clan\n  duration_ms: 318459\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yo. yeah\n  Don't erase none of that good shit in the beginnin\n  Yo. spill drinks on ya, get stank on ya\n  Yo. yo. pinky ring shit, yo\n  That pinky ring shit, yo\n\n  It's that pinky ring shit, the legend of masked kid\n  Shoot out the speakers when my guns get jurassic\n  Superbad, who am I? Dolemite classic\n  The vandal's back, hands on Angela Bassett\n  I handle my plastic, gunplay I mastered\n  No coke, dope mixed down with acid on record\n  Broken down and crafted in seconds\n  Lady's choice, the golden voice still peppered\n  Better, respect it, bitch believe\n  I pull rabbits out the hat, tricks up my sleeves\n  I air out the showroom, the shit can breathe\n  Fix your weave, behold my expertise\n\n  I got my uzi back - you dudes is wack, face it the Wu is back\n  I got my uzi back - you dudes is wack, face it the Wu is back\n\n  Take it back to the peoples, leanin' gettin' rec room punch\n  We in them authentic alley switchin joints\n  Major general niggas, five stars\n  Both arms rock when coke dropped we read a hundred niggas palms\n  Silencers, garbage bags of hash\n  For every cop we paid retired now the nigga on smash\n  Gash you out your burner fast\n  You swing down hatin me now respect get your fingers off the glass\n  Yo what the fuck yo?! Yo what the fuck y'all comin for?\n  Get the fuck away from my door!\n  We got big guns in here, coke over there\n  With blue bag and E pills stashed under the chair\n  And there's Boss Hog black and white pit with the pink lips\n  Stan thought he was soft 'til he bit his fingers\n  The shit had me dyin yo, big fat nigga bleedin\n  Big cat nigga all season\n  On the beach truck, stuck with Hawaiian ice\n  Diamond twice the whole city thought I bought FUBU\n  Blew you, authentic doodoo, picture the fog iced out\n  18 karat rap between noodles\n  Up at Killa Bee headquarters, four whips just pulled up\n  I saw Johnny sippin Henny from a iced out cup\n  Yo with the blunt, two-way vibratin off the hip\n  I sit took three drags off the honey-dip\n  Now what you talkin? You see my gold fronts sparkin?\n  Ain't tryin to hear what you dogs be barkin\n  Read the headline, that was blast on today's Post\n  Dead king, thought he could ace Ghost\n  Queen couldn't even jack Monk\n  Probably find him in Doc Doom's back trunk\n  Bdoodoodoo! I'm up at the Wu library\n  Readin Malcolm's, \". Any Means Necessary\"\n  John John, Bacardi straight up hold the ice\n  So nice like New York they had to name him twice\n  Name your price, I black out then change the lights\n  Give you the same advice that I gave my wife\n  Don't fuck with mine, Clan give you lumps in nine\n  Let the smoke cloud clear so the sun can shine\n  Culture shock, for some of us that's all we got\n  Whether you ball or not, you can all get shot\n  New York, New York, legendary rhyme boss\n  Code name Charlie Horse, bust with blind force\n  I smash set it and wreck for cash credit or check\n  You crash-tests can't measure the threat\n  I dance on a nigga like my name's Zab Judah\n  Rap barracuda, three XL kahuna\n  Sure to get it perkin and cause a disturbance\n  I'm thirstin, feel what I feel then we can merge then\n  Creep it through the states in V8's and 12's\n  My weight's hell, fuck with me then brace yourself\n  The Noble, Sir I mass mogul\n  Known to blast vocals, and move global on you locals\n  This is grown man talkin, coward I split your head\n  I'm from the East where the streets run red from the bloodshed\n  Hit Chef for the rice and peas\n  Nuff respect Father E tumbled at ease\n  My brothers can't wait to squeeze the automatic\n  They need wreck like a drug dealer need a addict\n  Floatin on the 95, sting like a killer bee\n  Your hands can't hit what your eyes can't see\n\n  From dark matter to the big crunch\n  The vocals came in a bunch without one punch\n  Rare glimpse from the, strictly advanced, proved unstoppable\n  Reputation enhanced, since the cause was probable\n  So you compare contrast but don't blast\n  Through extreme depths, with the pen I hold fast\n  Watch the block thirst for one became all\n  Shot 'em with the long forgotten rainfall\n  Delivered in a vivid fashion with simplicity\n  The blind couldn't verify the authenticity\n  The rhyme came from the pressure of heat\n  Then it was laid out, on the ground to pave streets\n"},{"id":9784248,"name":"Uzi (Pinky Ring) (dirty)","trackName":"Uzi (Pinky Ring) (dirty)","artistName":"Wu‐Tang Clan","albumName":"The Essential Wu‐Tang Clan","duration":318.41333333333336,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yo. yeah\nDon't erase none of that good shit in the beginnin\nYo. spill drinks on ya, get stank on ya\nYo. yo. pinky ring shit, yo\nThat pinky ring shit, yo\n\nIt's that pinky ring shit, the legend of masked kid\nShoot out the speakers when my guns get jurassic\nSuperbad, who am I? Dolemite classic\nThe vandal's back, hands on Angela Bassett\nI handle my plastic, gunplay I mastered\nNo coke, dope mixed down with acid on record\nBroken down and crafted in seconds\nLady's choice, the golden voice still peppered\nBetter, respect it, bitch believe\nI pull rabbits out the hat, tricks up my sleeves\nI air out the showroom, the shit can breathe\nFix your weave, behold my expertise\n\nI got my uzi back - you dudes is wack, face it the Wu is back\nI got my uzi back - you dudes is wack, face it the Wu is back\n\nTake it back to the peoples, leanin' gettin' rec room punch\nWe in them authentic alley switchin joints\nMajor general niggas, five stars\nBoth arms rock when coke dropped we read a hundred niggas palms\nSilencers, garbage bags of hash\nFor every cop we paid retired now the nigga on smash\nGash you out your burner fast\nYou swing down hatin me now respect get your fingers off the glass\nYo what the fuck yo?! Yo what the fuck y'all comin for?\nGet the fuck away from my door!\nWe got big guns in here, coke over there\nWith blue bag and E pills stashed under the chair\nAnd there's Boss Hog black and white pit with the pink lips\nStan thought he was soft 'til he bit his fingers\nThe shit had me dyin yo, big fat nigga bleedin\nBig cat nigga all season\nOn the beach truck, stuck with Hawaiian ice\nDiamond twice the whole city thought I bought FUBU\nBlew you, authentic doodoo, picture the fog iced out\n18 karat rap between noodles\nUp at Killa Bee headquarters, four whips just pulled up\nI saw Johnny sippin Henny from a iced out cup\nYo with the blunt, two-way vibratin off the hip\nI sit took three drags off the honey-dip\nNow what you talkin? You see my gold fronts sparkin?\nAin't tryin to hear what you dogs be barkin\nRead the headline, that was blast on today's Post\nDead king, thought he could ace Ghost\nQueen couldn't even jack Monk\nProbably find him in Doc Doom's back trunk\nBdoodoodoo! I'm up at the Wu library\nReadin Malcolm's, \". Any Means Necessary\"\nJohn John, Bacardi straight up hold the ice\nSo nice like New York they had to name him twice\nName your price, I black out then change the lights\nGive you the same advice that I gave my wife\nDon't fuck with mine, Clan give you lumps in nine\nLet the smoke cloud clear so the sun can shine\nCulture shock, for some of us that's all we got\nWhether you ball or not, you can all get shot\nNew York, New York, legendary rhyme boss\nCode name Charlie Horse, bust with blind force\nI smash set it and wreck for cash credit or check\nYou crash-tests can't measure the threat\nI dance on a nigga like my name's Zab Judah\nRap barracuda, three XL kahuna\nSure to get it perkin and cause a disturbance\nI'm thirstin, feel what I feel then we can merge then\nCreep it through the states in V8's and 12's\nMy weight's hell, fuck with me then brace yourself\nThe Noble, Sir I mass mogul\nKnown to blast vocals, and move global on you locals\nThis is grown man talkin, coward I split your head\nI'm from the East where the streets run red from the bloodshed\nHit Chef for the rice and peas\nNuff respect Father E tumbled at ease\nMy brothers can't wait to squeeze the automatic\nThey need wreck like a drug dealer need a addict\nFloatin on the 95, sting like a killer bee\nYour hands can't hit what your eyes can't see\n\nFrom dark matter to the big crunch\nThe vocals came in a bunch without one punch\nRare glimpse from the, strictly advanced, proved unstoppable\nReputation enhanced, since the cause was probable\nSo you compare contrast but don't blast\nThrough extreme depths, with the pen I hold fast\nWatch the block thirst for one became all\nShot 'em with the long forgotten rainfall\nDelivered in a vivid fashion with simplicity\nThe blind couldn't verify the authenticity\nThe rhyme came from the pressure of heat\nThen it was laid out, on the ground to pave streets","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Uzi (Pinky Ring) (dirty)\n  artist: Wu‐Tang Clan\n  album: The Essential Wu‐Tang Clan\n  duration_ms: 318413\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yo. yeah\n  Don't erase none of that good shit in the beginnin\n  Yo. spill drinks on ya, get stank on ya\n  Yo. yo. pinky ring shit, yo\n  That pinky ring shit, yo\n\n  It's that pinky ring shit, the legend of masked kid\n  Shoot out the speakers when my guns get jurassic\n  Superbad, who am I? Dolemite classic\n  The vandal's back, hands on Angela Bassett\n  I handle my plastic, gunplay I mastered\n  No coke, dope mixed down with acid on record\n  Broken down and crafted in seconds\n  Lady's choice, the golden voice still peppered\n  Better, respect it, bitch believe\n  I pull rabbits out the hat, tricks up my sleeves\n  I air out the showroom, the shit can breathe\n  Fix your weave, behold my expertise\n\n  I got my uzi back - you dudes is wack, face it the Wu is back\n  I got my uzi back - you dudes is wack, face it the Wu is back\n\n  Take it back to the peoples, leanin' gettin' rec room punch\n  We in them authentic alley switchin joints\n  Major general niggas, five stars\n  Both arms rock when coke dropped we read a hundred niggas palms\n  Silencers, garbage bags of hash\n  For every cop we paid retired now the nigga on smash\n  Gash you out your burner fast\n  You swing down hatin me now respect get your fingers off the glass\n  Yo what the fuck yo?! Yo what the fuck y'all comin for?\n  Get the fuck away from my door!\n  We got big guns in here, coke over there\n  With blue bag and E pills stashed under the chair\n  And there's Boss Hog black and white pit with the pink lips\n  Stan thought he was soft 'til he bit his fingers\n  The shit had me dyin yo, big fat nigga bleedin\n  Big cat nigga all season\n  On the beach truck, stuck with Hawaiian ice\n  Diamond twice the whole city thought I bought FUBU\n  Blew you, authentic doodoo, picture the fog iced out\n  18 karat rap between noodles\n  Up at Killa Bee headquarters, four whips just pulled up\n  I saw Johnny sippin Henny from a iced out cup\n  Yo with the blunt, two-way vibratin off the hip\n  I sit took three drags off the honey-dip\n  Now what you talkin? You see my gold fronts sparkin?\n  Ain't tryin to hear what you dogs be barkin\n  Read the headline, that was blast on today's Post\n  Dead king, thought he could ace Ghost\n  Queen couldn't even jack Monk\n  Probably find him in Doc Doom's back trunk\n  Bdoodoodoo! I'm up at the Wu library\n  Readin Malcolm's, \". Any Means Necessary\"\n  John John, Bacardi straight up hold the ice\n  So nice like New York they had to name him twice\n  Name your price, I black out then change the lights\n  Give you the same advice that I gave my wife\n  Don't fuck with mine, Clan give you lumps in nine\n  Let the smoke cloud clear so the sun can shine\n  Culture shock, for some of us that's all we got\n  Whether you ball or not, you can all get shot\n  New York, New York, legendary rhyme boss\n  Code name Charlie Horse, bust with blind force\n  I smash set it and wreck for cash credit or check\n  You crash-tests can't measure the threat\n  I dance on a nigga like my name's Zab Judah\n  Rap barracuda, three XL kahuna\n  Sure to get it perkin and cause a disturbance\n  I'm thirstin, feel what I feel then we can merge then\n  Creep it through the states in V8's and 12's\n  My weight's hell, fuck with me then brace yourself\n  The Noble, Sir I mass mogul\n  Known to blast vocals, and move global on you locals\n  This is grown man talkin, coward I split your head\n  I'm from the East where the streets run red from the bloodshed\n  Hit Chef for the rice and peas\n  Nuff respect Father E tumbled at ease\n  My brothers can't wait to squeeze the automatic\n  They need wreck like a drug dealer need a addict\n  Floatin on the 95, sting like a killer bee\n  Your hands can't hit what your eyes can't see\n\n  From dark matter to the big crunch\n  The vocals came in a bunch without one punch\n  Rare glimpse from the, strictly advanced, proved unstoppable\n  Reputation enhanced, since the cause was probable\n  So you compare contrast but don't blast\n  Through extreme depths, with the pen I hold fast\n  Watch the block thirst for one became all\n  Shot 'em with the long forgotten rainfall\n  Delivered in a vivid fashion with simplicity\n  The blind couldn't verify the authenticity\n  The rhyme came from the pressure of heat\n  Then it was laid out, on the ground to pave streets\n"},{"id":39849504,"name":"Uzi (Pinky Ring)","trackName":"Uzi (Pinky Ring)","artistName":"Wu-Tang Clan","albumName":"Legend of the Wu-Tang Clan: Wu-Tang Clan's Greatest Hits [Clean]","duration":317.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yo. yeah\nDon't erase none of that good shit in the beginnin'\nYo. spill drinks on ya, get stank on ya\nYo. yo. pinky ring shit, yo\nThat pinky ring shit yo\n\nIt's that pinky ring shit, the legend of masked kid\nShoot out the speakers when my guns get jurassic\nSuperbad, who am I? Dolemite classic\nThe vandal's back, hands on Angela Bassett\nI handle my plastic, gunplay I mastered\nNo coke, dope mixed down with acid on record\nBroken down and crafted in seconds\nLady's choice, the golden voice still peppered\nBetter, respect it, bitch believe\nI pull rabbits out the hat, tricks up my sleeves\nI air out the showroom, the shit can breathe\nFix your weave, behold my expertise\n\n(Wu-Tang Clan)\nI got my uzi back\nYou dudes is wack\nFace it the Wu is back\n(Raekwon the Chef)\nTake it back to the people, leanin' gettin' rec room punch\nWe in them authentic alley switchin joints\nMajor general niggas, five stars\nBoth arms rock when coke dropped we read a hundred niggas' palms\nSilencers, garbage bags of hash\nFor every cop we paid retired now the nigga on smash\nGash you out your burner fast\nYou swing down hatin' me now respect get your fingers off the glass\n\n()\n\n(Ghostface Killah)\nYo what the fuck yo?! Yo what the fuck y'all comin' for?\nGet the fuck away from my door!\nWe got big guns in here, coke over there\nWith blue bag and E pills stashed under the chair\nAnd there's Boss Hog black and white pit with the pink lips\nStan thought he was soft 'til he bit his fingers\nThe shit had me dyin' yo, big fat nigga bleedin'\nBig cat nigga all season\nOn the beach truck, stuck with Hawaiian ice\nDiamond twice the whole city thought I bought FUBU\nBlew you, authentic doo doo, picture the fog iced out\nEighteen karat rap between noodles\n\n()\n\n(RZA)\nUp at Killa Bee headquarters, full rips is poured up\nI saw Johnny sippin' Henny from a iced out cup\nYo with the blunt, two-way vibratin' off the hip\nI sit took, three drags off the honey-dip\nNow what you talkin'? You see my gold fronts sparkin'?\nAin't tryin' to hear what you dogs be barkin'\nRead the headline, that was blast on today's Post\nDead King, thought he could ace Ghost\nQueen, couldn't even jack Monk\nProbably find him in Doc Doom's back trunk\nBdoodoodoo! I'm up at the Wu library\nReadin Malcolm's, \". Any Means Necessary\"\n\n(Method Man)\nJohn John, Bacardi straight up hold the ice\nSo nice like New York they had to name him twice\nName your price, I black out then change the lights\nGive you the same advice that I gave my wife\nDon't fuck with mine, Clan give you lumps in nine\nLet the smoke cloud clear so the sun can shine\nCulture shock, for some of us that's all we got\nWhether you ball or not, you can all be shot\n\n(Inspectah Deck)\nNew York, New York, legendary rhyme boss\nCode name Charley Horse, bust with blind force\nI smash set it and wreck for cash credit or check\nYou crabs test, can't measure the threat\nI dance on a nigga like my name's Zab Judah\nRap barracuda, three XL kahuna\nSure to get it perkin' and cause a disturbance\nI'm thirstin', feel what I feel then we can merge then\nCreep it through the states in V8's and 12's\nMy weight's hell, fuck with me then brace yourself\nThe Noble, Sir I mass mogul\nKnown to blast vocals, and move global on you locals\n\n(Masta Killa)\nThis is grown man talkin', coward I split your head\nI'm from the East where the streets run red from the bloodshed\nHit Chef for the rice and peas\n'Nuff respect Father E tumbled at ease\nMy brothers can't wait to squeeze the automatic\nThey need wreck like a drug dealer need a addict\nFloatin' on the 95, sting like a killer bee\nYour hands can't hit what your eyes can't see\n\n(GZA)\nFrom dark matter to the big crunch\nThe vocals came in a bunch without one punch\nRare glimpse from the, strictly advanced, proved unstoppable\nReputation enhanced, since the cause was probable\nSo you compare contrast but don't blast\nThrough extreme depths, with the pen I hold fast\nWatch the block thirst for one became all\nShot 'em with the long forgotten rainfall\nDelivered in a vivid fashion with simplicity\nThe blind couldn't verify the authenticity\nThe rhyme came from the pressure of heat\nThen it was laid out, on the ground to pave streets\n\n()","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.83]Yo. yeah\n[00:01.91]Don't erase none of that good shit in the beginnin'\n[00:06.57]Yo. spill drinks on ya, get stank on ya\n[00:09.39]Yo. yo. pinky ring shit, yo\n[00:14.69]That pinky ring shit yo\n[00:17.49]It's that pinky ring shit, the legend of masked kid\n[00:17.62]Shoot out the speakers when my guns get jurassic\n[00:20.63]Superbad, who am I? Dolemite classic\n[00:24.58]The vandal's back, hands on Angela Bassett\n[00:25.65]I handle my plastic, gunplay I mastered\n[00:28.14]No coke, dope mixed down with acid on record\n[00:31.50]Broken down and crafted in seconds\n[00:35.40]Lady's choice, the golden voice still peppered\n[00:35.42]Better, respect it, bitch believe\n[00:40.08]I pull rabbits out the hat, tricks up my sleeves\n[00:41.55]I air out the showroom, the shit can breathe\n[00:41.72]Fix your weave, behold my expertise\n[00:45.81](Wu-Tang Clan)\n[00:46.92]I got my uzi back\n[00:48.79]You dudes is wack\n[00:50.57]Face it the Wu is back\n[00:51.25](Raekwon the Chef)\n[00:55.04]Take it back to the people, leanin' gettin' rec room punch\n[00:57.11]We in them authentic alley switchin joints\n[00:57.35]Major general niggas, five stars\n[01:00.90]Both arms rock when coke dropped we read a hundred niggas' palms\n[01:04.28]Silencers, garbage bags of hash\n[01:05.56]For every cop we paid retired now the nigga on smash\n[01:08.98]Gash you out your burner fast\n[01:11.14]You swing down hatin' me now respect get your fingers off the glass\n[01:13.28]()\n[01:13.42](Ghostface Killah)\n[01:14.35]Yo what the fuck yo?! Yo what the fuck y'all comin' for?\n[01:24.86]Get the fuck away from my door!\n[01:25.81]We got big guns in here, coke over there\n[01:27.45]With blue bag and E pills stashed under the chair\n[01:31.35]And there's Boss Hog black and white pit with the pink lips\n[01:34.73]Stan thought he was soft 'til he bit his fingers\n[01:36.68]The shit had me dyin' yo, big fat nigga bleedin'\n[01:39.14]Big cat nigga all season\n[01:40.59]On the beach truck, stuck with Hawaiian ice\n[01:42.92]Diamond twice the whole city thought I bought FUBU\n[01:45.84]Blew you, authentic doo doo, picture the fog iced out\n[01:48.48]Eighteen karat rap between noodles\n[01:51.25]()\n[01:51.43](RZA)\n[01:53.33]Up at Killa Bee headquarters, full rips is poured up\n[02:00.38]I saw Johnny sippin' Henny from a iced out cup\n[02:03.25]Yo with the blunt, two-way vibratin' off the hip\n[02:06.35]I sit took, three drags off the honey-dip\n[02:08.47]Now what you talkin'? You see my gold fronts sparkin'?\n[02:11.13]Ain't tryin' to hear what you dogs be barkin'\n[02:14.81]Read the headline, that was blast on today's Post\n[02:17.01]Dead King, thought he could ace Ghost\n[02:18.65]Queen, couldn't even jack Monk\n[02:18.86]Probably find him in Doc Doom's back trunk\n[02:22.22]Bdoodoodoo! I'm up at the Wu library\n[02:24.72]Readin Malcolm's, \". Any Means Necessary\"\n[02:27.43](Method Man)\n[02:27.82]John John, Bacardi straight up hold the ice\n[02:29.07]So nice like New York they had to name him twice\n[02:31.52]Name your price, I black out then change the lights\n[02:33.24]Give you the same advice that I gave my wife\n[02:36.23]Don't fuck with mine, Clan give you lumps in nine\n[02:40.28]Let the smoke cloud clear so the sun can shine\n[02:42.05]Culture shock, for some of us that's all we got\n[02:42.70]Whether you ball or not, you can all be shot\n[02:46.04](Inspectah Deck)\n[02:46.29]New York, New York, legendary rhyme boss\n[02:46.37]Code name Charley Horse, bust with blind force\n[02:50.88]I smash set it and wreck for cash credit or check\n[02:53.08]You crabs test, can't measure the threat\n[02:53.20]I dance on a nigga like my name's Zab Judah\n[02:58.23]Rap barracuda, three XL kahuna\n[02:59.37]Sure to get it perkin' and cause a disturbance\n[03:00.76]I'm thirstin', feel what I feel then we can merge then\n[03:04.26]Creep it through the states in V8's and 12's\n[03:04.41]My weight's hell, fuck with me then brace yourself\n[03:07.24]The Noble, Sir I mass mogul\n[03:10.32]Known to blast vocals, and move global on you locals\n[03:10.47](Masta Killa)\n[03:12.91]This is grown man talkin', coward I split your head\n[03:15.15]I'm from the East where the streets run red from the bloodshed\n[03:17.88]Hit Chef for the rice and peas\n[03:20.03]'Nuff respect Father E tumbled at ease\n[03:21.69]My brothers can't wait to squeeze the automatic\n[03:22.65]They need wreck like a drug dealer need a addict\n[03:24.56]Floatin' on the 95, sting like a killer bee\n[03:29.81]Your hands can't hit what your eyes can't see\n[03:31.28](GZA)\n[03:32.07]From dark matter to the big crunch\n[03:32.29]The vocals came in a bunch without one punch\n[03:34.71]Rare glimpse from the, strictly advanced, proved unstoppable\n[03:34.90]Reputation enhanced, since the cause was probable\n[03:40.52]So you compare contrast but don't blast\n[03:41.99]Through extreme depths, with the pen I hold fast\n[03:43.86]Watch the block thirst for one became all\n[03:45.62]Shot 'em with the long forgotten rainfall\n[03:49.53]Delivered in a vivid fashion with simplicity\n[03:53.45]The blind couldn't verify the authenticity\n[03:55.10]The rhyme came from the pressure of heat\n[03:58.41]Then it was laid out, on the ground to pave streets\n[04:07.24]()\n[04:07.90]","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Uzi (Pinky Ring)\n  artist: Wu-Tang Clan\n  album: 'Legend of the Wu-Tang Clan: Wu-Tang Clan''s Greatest Hits [Clean]'\n  duration_ms: 317179\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yo. yeah\n  start_ms: 1830\n  end_ms: 1910\n- text: Don't erase none of that good shit in the beginnin'\n  start_ms: 1910\n  end_ms: 6570\n- text: Yo. spill drinks on ya, get stank on ya\n  start_ms: 6570\n  end_ms: 9390\n- text: Yo. yo. pinky ring shit, yo\n  start_ms: 9390\n  end_ms: 14690\n- text: That pinky ring shit yo\n  start_ms: 14690\n  end_ms: 17490\n- text: It's that pinky ring shit, the legend of masked kid\n  start_ms: 17490\n  end_ms: 17620\n- text: Shoot out the speakers when my guns get jurassic\n  start_ms: 17620\n  end_ms: 20630\n- text: Superbad, who am I? 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Dolemite classic\n  The vandal's back, hands on Angela Bassett\n  I handle my plastic, gunplay I mastered\n  No coke, dope mixed down with acid on record\n  Broken down and crafted in seconds\n  Lady's choice, the golden voice still peppered\n  Better, respect it, bitch believe\n  I pull rabbits out the hat, tricks up my sleeves\n  I air out the showroom, the shit can breathe\n  Fix your weave, behold my expertise\n\n  (Wu-Tang Clan)\n  I got my uzi back\n  You dudes is wack\n  Face it the Wu is back\n  (Raekwon the Chef)\n  Take it back to the people, leanin' gettin' rec room punch\n  We in them authentic alley switchin joints\n  Major general niggas, five stars\n  Both arms rock when coke dropped we read a hundred niggas' palms\n  Silencers, garbage bags of hash\n  For every cop we paid retired now the nigga on smash\n  Gash you out your burner fast\n  You swing down hatin' me now respect get your fingers off the glass\n\n  ()\n\n  (Ghostface Killah)\n  Yo what the fuck yo?! Yo what the fuck y'all comin' for?\n  Get the fuck away from my door!\n  We got big guns in here, coke over there\n  With blue bag and E pills stashed under the chair\n  And there's Boss Hog black and white pit with the pink lips\n  Stan thought he was soft 'til he bit his fingers\n  The shit had me dyin' yo, big fat nigga bleedin'\n  Big cat nigga all season\n  On the beach truck, stuck with Hawaiian ice\n  Diamond twice the whole city thought I bought FUBU\n  Blew you, authentic doo doo, picture the fog iced out\n  Eighteen karat rap between noodles\n\n  ()\n\n  (RZA)\n  Up at Killa Bee headquarters, full rips is poured up\n  I saw Johnny sippin' Henny from a iced out cup\n  Yo with the blunt, two-way vibratin' off the hip\n  I sit took, three drags off the honey-dip\n  Now what you talkin'? You see my gold fronts sparkin'?\n  Ain't tryin' to hear what you dogs be barkin'\n  Read the headline, that was blast on today's Post\n  Dead King, thought he could ace Ghost\n  Queen, couldn't even jack Monk\n  Probably find him in Doc Doom's back trunk\n  Bdoodoodoo! I'm up at the Wu library\n  Readin Malcolm's, \". Any Means Necessary\"\n\n  (Method Man)\n  John John, Bacardi straight up hold the ice\n  So nice like New York they had to name him twice\n  Name your price, I black out then change the lights\n  Give you the same advice that I gave my wife\n  Don't fuck with mine, Clan give you lumps in nine\n  Let the smoke cloud clear so the sun can shine\n  Culture shock, for some of us that's all we got\n  Whether you ball or not, you can all be shot\n\n  (Inspectah Deck)\n  New York, New York, legendary rhyme boss\n  Code name Charley Horse, bust with blind force\n  I smash set it and wreck for cash credit or check\n  You crabs test, can't measure the threat\n  I dance on a nigga like my name's Zab Judah\n  Rap barracuda, three XL kahuna\n  Sure to get it perkin' and cause a disturbance\n  I'm thirstin', feel what I feel then we can merge then\n  Creep it through the states in V8's and 12's\n  My weight's hell, fuck with me then brace yourself\n  The Noble, Sir I mass mogul\n  Known to blast vocals, and move global on you locals\n\n  (Masta Killa)\n  This is grown man talkin', coward I split your head\n  I'm from the East where the streets run red from the bloodshed\n  Hit Chef for the rice and peas\n  'Nuff respect Father E tumbled at ease\n  My brothers can't wait to squeeze the automatic\n  They need wreck like a drug dealer need a addict\n  Floatin' on the 95, sting like a killer bee\n  Your hands can't hit what your eyes can't see\n\n  (GZA)\n  From dark matter to the big crunch\n  The vocals came in a bunch without one punch\n  Rare glimpse from the, strictly advanced, proved unstoppable\n  Reputation enhanced, since the cause was probable\n  So you compare contrast but don't blast\n  Through extreme depths, with the pen I hold fast\n  Watch the block thirst for one became all\n  Shot 'em with the long forgotten rainfall\n  Delivered in a vivid fashion with simplicity\n  The blind couldn't verify the authenticity\n  The rhyme came from the pressure of heat\n  Then it was laid out, on the ground to pave streets\n\n  ()\n"},{"id":21797962,"name":"Uzi (Pinky Ring)","trackName":"Uzi (Pinky Ring)","artistName":"Wu-Tang Clan","albumName":"Legend Of The Wu-Tang: Wu-Tang","duration":320.235102,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yo. yeah\nDon't erase none of that good shit in the beginnin'\nYo. spill drinks on ya, get stank on ya\nYo. yo. pinky ring shit, yo\nThat pinky ring shit yo\n\nIt's that pinky ring shit, the legend of masked kid\nShoot out the speakers when my guns get jurassic\nSuperbad, who am I? Dolemite classic\nThe vandal's back, hands on Angela Bassett\nI handle my plastic, gunplay I mastered\nNo coke, dope mixed down with acid on record\nBroken down and crafted in seconds\nLady's choice, the golden voice still peppered\nBetter, respect it, bitch believe\nI pull rabbits out the hat, tricks up my sleeves\nI air out the showroom, the shit can breathe\nFix your weave, behold my expertise\n\n(Wu-Tang Clan)\nI got my uzi back\nYou dudes is wack\nFace it the Wu is back\n(Raekwon the Chef)\nTake it back to the people, leanin' gettin' rec room punch\nWe in them authentic alley switchin joints\nMajor general niggas, five stars\nBoth arms rock when coke dropped we read a hundred niggas' palms\nSilencers, garbage bags of hash\nFor every cop we paid retired now the nigga on smash\nGash you out your burner fast\nYou swing down hatin' me now respect get your fingers off the glass\n\n()\n\n(Ghostface Killah)\nYo what the fuck yo?! Yo what the fuck y'all comin' for?\nGet the fuck away from my door!\nWe got big guns in here, coke over there\nWith blue bag and E pills stashed under the chair\nAnd there's Boss Hog black and white pit with the pink lips\nStan thought he was soft 'til he bit his fingers\nThe shit had me dyin' yo, big fat nigga bleedin'\nBig cat nigga all season\nOn the beach truck, stuck with Hawaiian ice\nDiamond twice the whole city thought I bought FUBU\nBlew you, authentic doo doo, picture the fog iced out\nEighteen karat rap between noodles\n\n()\n\n(RZA)\nUp at Killa Bee headquarters, full rips is poured up\nI saw Johnny sippin' Henny from a iced out cup\nYo with the blunt, two-way vibratin' off the hip\nI sit took, three drags off the honey-dip\nNow what you talkin'? You see my gold fronts sparkin'?\nAin't tryin' to hear what you dogs be barkin'\nRead the headline, that was blast on today's Post\nDead King, thought he could ace Ghost\nQueen, couldn't even jack Monk\nProbably find him in Doc Doom's back trunk\nBdoodoodoo! I'm up at the Wu library\nReadin Malcolm's, \". Any Means Necessary\"\n\n(Method Man)\nJohn John, Bacardi straight up hold the ice\nSo nice like New York they had to name him twice\nName your price, I black out then change the lights\nGive you the same advice that I gave my wife\nDon't fuck with mine, Clan give you lumps in nine\nLet the smoke cloud clear so the sun can shine\nCulture shock, for some of us that's all we got\nWhether you ball or not, you can all be shot\n\n(Inspectah Deck)\nNew York, New York, legendary rhyme boss\nCode name Charley Horse, bust with blind force\nI smash set it and wreck for cash credit or check\nYou crabs test, can't measure the threat\nI dance on a nigga like my name's Zab Judah\nRap barracuda, three XL kahuna\nSure to get it perkin' and cause a disturbance\nI'm thirstin', feel what I feel then we can merge then\nCreep it through the states in V8's and 12's\nMy weight's hell, fuck with me then brace yourself\nThe Noble, Sir I mass mogul\nKnown to blast vocals, and move global on you locals\n\n(Masta Killa)\nThis is grown man talkin', coward I split your head\nI'm from the East where the streets run red from the bloodshed\nHit Chef for the rice and peas\n'Nuff respect Father E tumbled at ease\nMy brothers can't wait to squeeze the automatic\nThey need wreck like a drug dealer need a addict\nFloatin' on the 95, sting like a killer bee\nYour hands can't hit what your eyes can't see\n\n(GZA)\nFrom dark matter to the big crunch\nThe vocals came in a bunch without one punch\nRare glimpse from the, strictly advanced, proved unstoppable\nReputation enhanced, since the cause was probable\nSo you compare contrast but don't blast\nThrough extreme depths, with the pen I hold fast\nWatch the block thirst for one became all\nShot 'em with the long forgotten rainfall\nDelivered in a vivid fashion with simplicity\nThe blind couldn't verify the authenticity\nThe rhyme came from the pressure of heat\nThen it was laid out, on the ground to pave streets\n\n()","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.83] Yo. yeah\n[00:01.91] Don't erase none of that good shit in the beginnin'\n[00:06.57] Yo. spill drinks on ya, get stank on ya\n[00:09.39] Yo. yo. pinky ring shit, yo\n[00:14.69] That pinky ring shit yo\n[00:17.49] It's that pinky ring shit, the legend of masked kid\n[00:17.62] Shoot out the speakers when my guns get jurassic\n[00:20.63] Superbad, who am I? Dolemite classic\n[00:24.58] The vandal's back, hands on Angela Bassett\n[00:25.65] I handle my plastic, gunplay I mastered\n[00:28.14] No coke, dope mixed down with acid on record\n[00:31.50] Broken down and crafted in seconds\n[00:35.40] Lady's choice, the golden voice still peppered\n[00:35.42] Better, respect it, bitch believe\n[00:40.08] I pull rabbits out the hat, tricks up my sleeves\n[00:41.55] I air out the showroom, the shit can breathe\n[00:41.72] Fix your weave, behold my expertise\n[00:45.81] (Wu-Tang Clan)\n[00:46.92] I got my uzi back\n[00:48.79] You dudes is wack\n[00:50.57] Face it the Wu is back\n[00:51.25] (Raekwon the Chef)\n[00:55.04] Take it back to the people, leanin' gettin' rec room punch\n[00:57.11] We in them authentic alley switchin joints\n[00:57.35] Major general niggas, five stars\n[01:00.90] Both arms rock when coke dropped we read a hundred niggas' palms\n[01:04.28] Silencers, garbage bags of hash\n[01:05.56] For every cop we paid retired now the nigga on smash\n[01:08.98] Gash you out your burner fast\n[01:11.14] You swing down hatin' me now respect get your fingers off the glass\n[01:13.28] ()\n[01:13.42] (Ghostface Killah)\n[01:14.35] Yo what the fuck yo?! Yo what the fuck y'all comin' for?\n[01:24.86] Get the fuck away from my door!\n[01:25.81] We got big guns in here, coke over there\n[01:27.45] With blue bag and E pills stashed under the chair\n[01:31.35] And there's Boss Hog black and white pit with the pink lips\n[01:34.73] Stan thought he was soft 'til he bit his fingers\n[01:36.68] The shit had me dyin' yo, big fat nigga bleedin'\n[01:39.14] Big cat nigga all season\n[01:40.59] On the beach truck, stuck with Hawaiian ice\n[01:42.92] Diamond twice the whole city thought I bought FUBU\n[01:45.84] Blew you, authentic doo doo, picture the fog iced out\n[01:48.48] Eighteen karat rap between noodles\n[01:51.25] ()\n[01:51.43] (RZA)\n[01:53.33] Up at Killa Bee headquarters, full rips is poured up\n[02:00.38] I saw Johnny sippin' Henny from a iced out cup\n[02:03.25] Yo with the blunt, two-way vibratin' off the hip\n[02:06.35] I sit took, three drags off the honey-dip\n[02:08.47] Now what you talkin'? You see my gold fronts sparkin'?\n[02:11.13] Ain't tryin' to hear what you dogs be barkin'\n[02:14.81] Read the headline, that was blast on today's Post\n[02:17.01] Dead King, thought he could ace Ghost\n[02:18.65] Queen, couldn't even jack Monk\n[02:18.86] Probably find him in Doc Doom's back trunk\n[02:22.22] Bdoodoodoo! I'm up at the Wu library\n[02:24.72] Readin Malcolm's, \". Any Means Necessary\"\n[02:27.43] (Method Man)\n[02:27.82] John John, Bacardi straight up hold the ice\n[02:29.07] So nice like New York they had to name him twice\n[02:31.52] Name your price, I black out then change the lights\n[02:33.24] Give you the same advice that I gave my wife\n[02:36.23] Don't fuck with mine, Clan give you lumps in nine\n[02:40.28] Let the smoke cloud clear so the sun can shine\n[02:42.05] Culture shock, for some of us that's all we got\n[02:42.70] Whether you ball or not, you can all be shot\n[02:46.04] (Inspectah Deck)\n[02:46.29] New York, New York, legendary rhyme boss\n[02:46.37] Code name Charley Horse, bust with blind force\n[02:50.88] I smash set it and wreck for cash credit or check\n[02:53.08] You crabs test, can't measure the threat\n[02:53.20] I dance on a nigga like my name's Zab Judah\n[02:58.23] Rap barracuda, three XL kahuna\n[02:59.37] Sure to get it perkin' and cause a disturbance\n[03:00.76] I'm thirstin', feel what I feel then we can merge then\n[03:04.26] Creep it through the states in V8's and 12's\n[03:04.41] My weight's hell, fuck with me then brace yourself\n[03:07.24] The Noble, Sir I mass mogul\n[03:10.32] Known to blast vocals, and move global on you locals\n[03:10.47] (Masta Killa)\n[03:12.91] This is grown man talkin', coward I split your head\n[03:15.15] I'm from the East where the streets run red from the bloodshed\n[03:17.88] Hit Chef for the rice and peas\n[03:20.03] 'Nuff respect Father E tumbled at ease\n[03:21.69] My brothers can't wait to squeeze the automatic\n[03:22.65] They need wreck like a drug dealer need a addict\n[03:24.56] Floatin' on the 95, sting like a killer bee\n[03:29.81] Your hands can't hit what your eyes can't see\n[03:31.28] (GZA)\n[03:32.07] From dark matter to the big crunch\n[03:32.29] The vocals came in a bunch without one punch\n[03:34.71] Rare glimpse from the, strictly advanced, proved unstoppable\n[03:34.90] Reputation enhanced, since the cause was probable\n[03:40.52] So you compare contrast but don't blast\n[03:41.99] Through extreme depths, with the pen I hold fast\n[03:43.86] Watch the block thirst for one became all\n[03:45.62] Shot 'em with the long forgotten rainfall\n[03:49.53] Delivered in a vivid fashion with simplicity\n[03:53.45] The blind couldn't verify the authenticity\n[03:55.10] The rhyme came from the pressure of heat\n[03:58.41] Then it was laid out, on the ground to pave streets\n[04:07.24] ()\n[04:07.90] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Uzi (Pinky Ring)\n  artist: Wu-Tang Clan\n  album: 'Legend Of The Wu-Tang: Wu-Tang'\n  duration_ms: 320235\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yo. yeah\n  start_ms: 1830\n  end_ms: 1910\n- text: Don't erase none of that good shit in the beginnin'\n  start_ms: 1910\n  end_ms: 6570\n- text: Yo. spill drinks on ya, get stank on ya\n  start_ms: 6570\n  end_ms: 9390\n- text: Yo. yo. pinky ring shit, yo\n  start_ms: 9390\n  end_ms: 14690\n- text: That pinky ring shit yo\n  start_ms: 14690\n  end_ms: 17490\n- text: It's that pinky ring shit, the legend of masked kid\n  start_ms: 17490\n  end_ms: 17620\n- text: Shoot out the speakers when my guns get jurassic\n  start_ms: 17620\n  end_ms: 20630\n- text: Superbad, who am I? 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Dolemite classic\n  The vandal's back, hands on Angela Bassett\n  I handle my plastic, gunplay I mastered\n  No coke, dope mixed down with acid on record\n  Broken down and crafted in seconds\n  Lady's choice, the golden voice still peppered\n  Better, respect it, bitch believe\n  I pull rabbits out the hat, tricks up my sleeves\n  I air out the showroom, the shit can breathe\n  Fix your weave, behold my expertise\n\n  (Wu-Tang Clan)\n  I got my uzi back\n  You dudes is wack\n  Face it the Wu is back\n  (Raekwon the Chef)\n  Take it back to the people, leanin' gettin' rec room punch\n  We in them authentic alley switchin joints\n  Major general niggas, five stars\n  Both arms rock when coke dropped we read a hundred niggas' palms\n  Silencers, garbage bags of hash\n  For every cop we paid retired now the nigga on smash\n  Gash you out your burner fast\n  You swing down hatin' me now respect get your fingers off the glass\n\n  ()\n\n  (Ghostface Killah)\n  Yo what the fuck yo?! Yo what the fuck y'all comin' for?\n  Get the fuck away from my door!\n  We got big guns in here, coke over there\n  With blue bag and E pills stashed under the chair\n  And there's Boss Hog black and white pit with the pink lips\n  Stan thought he was soft 'til he bit his fingers\n  The shit had me dyin' yo, big fat nigga bleedin'\n  Big cat nigga all season\n  On the beach truck, stuck with Hawaiian ice\n  Diamond twice the whole city thought I bought FUBU\n  Blew you, authentic doo doo, picture the fog iced out\n  Eighteen karat rap between noodles\n\n  ()\n\n  (RZA)\n  Up at Killa Bee headquarters, full rips is poured up\n  I saw Johnny sippin' Henny from a iced out cup\n  Yo with the blunt, two-way vibratin' off the hip\n  I sit took, three drags off the honey-dip\n  Now what you talkin'? You see my gold fronts sparkin'?\n  Ain't tryin' to hear what you dogs be barkin'\n  Read the headline, that was blast on today's Post\n  Dead King, thought he could ace Ghost\n  Queen, couldn't even jack Monk\n  Probably find him in Doc Doom's back trunk\n  Bdoodoodoo! I'm up at the Wu library\n  Readin Malcolm's, \". 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Dolemite classic\nThe vandal's back, hands on Angela Bassett\nI handle my plastic, gunplay I mastered\nNo coke, dope mixed down with acid on record\nBroken down and crafted in seconds\nLady's choice, the golden voice still peppered\nBetter, respect it, bitch believe\nI pull rabbits out the hat, tricks up my sleeves\nI air out the showroom, the shit can breathe\nFix your weave, behold my expertise\n\n(Wu-Tang Clan)\nI got my uzi back\nYou dudes is wack\nFace it the Wu is back\n(Raekwon the Chef)\nTake it back to the people, leanin' gettin' rec room punch\nWe in them authentic alley switchin joints\nMajor general niggas, five stars\nBoth arms rock when coke dropped we read a hundred niggas' palms\nSilencers, garbage bags of hash\nFor every cop we paid retired now the nigga on smash\nGash you out your burner fast\nYou swing down hatin' me now respect get your fingers off the glass\n\n()\n\n(Ghostface Killah)\nYo what the fuck yo?! Yo what the fuck y'all comin' for?\nGet the fuck away from my door!\nWe got big guns in here, coke over there\nWith blue bag and E pills stashed under the chair\nAnd there's Boss Hog black and white pit with the pink lips\nStan thought he was soft 'til he bit his fingers\nThe shit had me dyin' yo, big fat nigga bleedin'\nBig cat nigga all season\nOn the beach truck, stuck with Hawaiian ice\nDiamond twice the whole city thought I bought FUBU\nBlew you, authentic doo doo, picture the fog iced out\nEighteen karat rap between noodles\n\n()\n\n(RZA)\nUp at Killa Bee headquarters, full rips is poured up\nI saw Johnny sippin' Henny from a iced out cup\nYo with the blunt, two-way vibratin' off the hip\nI sit took, three drags off the honey-dip\nNow what you talkin'? You see my gold fronts sparkin'?\nAin't tryin' to hear what you dogs be barkin'\nRead the headline, that was blast on today's Post\nDead King, thought he could ace Ghost\nQueen, couldn't even jack Monk\nProbably find him in Doc Doom's back trunk\nBdoodoodoo! I'm up at the Wu library\nReadin Malcolm's, \". 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You see my gold fronts sparkin'?\n[02:11.13] Ain't tryin' to hear what you dogs be barkin'\n[02:14.81] Read the headline, that was blast on today's Post\n[02:17.01] Dead King, thought he could ace Ghost\n[02:18.65] Queen, couldn't even jack Monk\n[02:18.86] Probably find him in Doc Doom's back trunk\n[02:22.22] Bdoodoodoo! I'm up at the Wu library\n[02:24.72] Readin Malcolm's, \". Any Means Necessary\"\n[02:27.43] (Method Man)\n[02:27.82] John John, Bacardi straight up hold the ice\n[02:29.07] So nice like New York they had to name him twice\n[02:31.52] Name your price, I black out then change the lights\n[02:33.24] Give you the same advice that I gave my wife\n[02:36.23] Don't fuck with mine, Clan give you lumps in nine\n[02:40.28] Let the smoke cloud clear so the sun can shine\n[02:42.05] Culture shock, for some of us that's all we got\n[02:42.70] Whether you ball or not, you can all be shot\n[02:46.04] (Inspectah Deck)\n[02:46.29] New York, New York, legendary rhyme boss\n[02:46.37] Code name Charley Horse, bust with blind force\n[02:50.88] I smash set it and wreck for cash credit or check\n[02:53.08] You crabs test, can't measure the threat\n[02:53.20] I dance on a nigga like my name's Zab Judah\n[02:58.23] Rap barracuda, three XL kahuna\n[02:59.37] Sure to get it perkin' and cause a disturbance\n[03:00.76] I'm thirstin', feel what I feel then we can merge then\n[03:04.26] Creep it through the states in V8's and 12's\n[03:04.41] My weight's hell, fuck with me then brace yourself\n[03:07.24] The Noble, Sir I mass mogul\n[03:10.32] Known to blast vocals, and move global on you locals\n[03:10.47] (Masta Killa)\n[03:12.91] This is grown man talkin', coward I split your head\n[03:15.15] I'm from the East where the streets run red from the bloodshed\n[03:17.88] Hit Chef for the rice and peas\n[03:20.03] 'Nuff respect Father E tumbled at ease\n[03:21.69] My brothers can't wait to squeeze the automatic\n[03:22.65] They need wreck like a drug dealer need a addict\n[03:24.56] Floatin' on the 95, sting like a killer bee\n[03:29.81] Your hands can't hit what your eyes can't see\n[03:31.28] (GZA)\n[03:32.07] From dark matter to the big crunch\n[03:32.29] The vocals came in a bunch without one punch\n[03:34.71] Rare glimpse from the, strictly advanced, proved unstoppable\n[03:34.90] Reputation enhanced, since the cause was probable\n[03:40.52] So you compare contrast but don't blast\n[03:41.99] Through extreme depths, with the pen I hold fast\n[03:43.86] Watch the block thirst for one became all\n[03:45.62] Shot 'em with the long forgotten rainfall\n[03:49.53] Delivered in a vivid fashion with simplicity\n[03:53.45] The blind couldn't verify the authenticity\n[03:55.10] The rhyme came from the pressure of heat\n[03:58.41] Then it was laid out, on the ground to pave streets\n[04:07.24] ()\n[04:07.90] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Uzi (Pinky Ring)\n  artist: Wu‐Tang Clan\n  album: 'Playlist: The Very Best of Wu‐Tang Clan'\n  duration_ms: 319000\n  instrumental: false\n  language: en\nlines:\n- text: Yo, yeah\n  start_ms: 1010\n  end_ms: 4980\n  words:\n  - 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You see my gold fronts sparkin'?\n  start_ms: 128470\n  end_ms: 131130\n- text: Ain't tryin' to hear what you dogs be barkin'\n  start_ms: 131130\n  end_ms: 134810\n- text: Read the headline, that was blast on today's Post\n  start_ms: 134810\n  end_ms: 137010\n- text: Dead King, thought he could ace Ghost\n  start_ms: 137010\n  end_ms: 138650\n- text: Queen, couldn't even jack Monk\n  start_ms: 138650\n  end_ms: 138860\n- text: Probably find him in Doc Doom's back trunk\n  start_ms: 138860\n  end_ms: 142220\n- text: Bdoodoodoo! I'm up at the Wu library\n  start_ms: 142220\n  end_ms: 144720\n- text: Readin Malcolm's, \". Any Means Necessary\"\n  start_ms: 144720\n  end_ms: 147430\n- text: (Method Man)\n  start_ms: 147430\n  end_ms: 147820\n- text: John John, Bacardi straight up hold the ice\n  start_ms: 147820\n  end_ms: 149070\n- text: So nice like New York they had to name him twice\n  start_ms: 149070\n  end_ms: 151520\n- text: Name your price, I black out then change the lights\n  start_ms: 151520\n  end_ms: 153240\n- text: Give you the same advice that I gave my wife\n  start_ms: 153240\n  end_ms: 156230\n- text: Don't fuck with mine, Clan give you lumps in nine\n  start_ms: 156230\n  end_ms: 160280\n- text: Let the smoke cloud clear so the sun can shine\n  start_ms: 160280\n  end_ms: 162050\n- text: Culture shock, for some of us that's all we got\n  start_ms: 162050\n  end_ms: 162700\n- text: Whether you ball or not, you can all be shot\n  start_ms: 162700\n  end_ms: 166040\n- text: (Inspectah Deck)\n  start_ms: 166040\n  end_ms: 166290\n- text: New York, New York, legendary rhyme boss\n  start_ms: 166290\n  end_ms: 166370\n- text: Code name Charley Horse, bust with blind force\n  start_ms: 166370\n  end_ms: 170880\n- text: I smash set it and wreck for cash credit or check\n  start_ms: 170880\n  end_ms: 173080\n- text: You crabs test, can't measure the threat\n  start_ms: 173080\n  end_ms: 173200\n- text: I dance on a nigga like my name's Zab Judah\n  start_ms: 173200\n  end_ms: 178230\n- text: Rap barracuda, three XL kahuna\n  start_ms: 178230\n  end_ms: 179370\n- text: Sure to get it perkin' and cause a disturbance\n  start_ms: 179370\n  end_ms: 180760\n- text: I'm thirstin', feel what I feel then we can merge then\n  start_ms: 180760\n  end_ms: 184260\n- text: Creep it through the states in V8's and 12's\n  start_ms: 184260\n  end_ms: 184410\n- text: My weight's hell, fuck with me then brace yourself\n  start_ms: 184410\n  end_ms: 187240\n- text: The Noble, Sir I mass mogul\n  start_ms: 187240\n  end_ms: 190320\n- text: Known to blast vocals, and move global on you locals\n  start_ms: 190320\n  end_ms: 190470\n- text: (Masta Killa)\n  start_ms: 190470\n  end_ms: 192910\n- text: This is grown man talkin', coward I split your head\n  start_ms: 192910\n  end_ms: 195150\n- text: I'm from the East where the streets run red from the bloodshed\n  start_ms: 195150\n  end_ms: 197880\n- text: Hit Chef for the rice and peas\n  start_ms: 197880\n  end_ms: 200030\n- text: '''Nuff respect Father E tumbled at ease'\n  start_ms: 200030\n  end_ms: 201690\n- text: My brothers can't wait to squeeze the automatic\n  start_ms: 201690\n  end_ms: 202650\n- text: They need wreck like a drug dealer need a addict\n  start_ms: 202650\n  end_ms: 204560\n- text: Floatin' on the 95, sting like a killer bee\n  start_ms: 204560\n  end_ms: 209810\n- text: Your hands can't hit what your eyes can't see\n  start_ms: 209810\n  end_ms: 211280\n- text: (GZA)\n  start_ms: 211280\n  end_ms: 212070\n- text: From dark matter to the big crunch\n  start_ms: 212070\n  end_ms: 212290\n- text: The vocals came in a bunch without one punch\n  start_ms: 212290\n  end_ms: 214710\n- text: Rare glimpse from the, strictly advanced, proved unstoppable\n  start_ms: 214710\n  end_ms: 214900\n- text: Reputation enhanced, since the cause was probable\n  start_ms: 214900\n  end_ms: 220520\n- text: So you compare contrast but don't blast\n  start_ms: 220520\n  end_ms: 221990\n- text: through extreme depths, with the pen I hold fast\n  start_ms: 221990\n  end_ms: 223860\n- text: Watch the block thirst for one became all\n  start_ms: 223860\n  end_ms: 225620\n- text: Shot 'em with the long forgotten rainfall\n  start_ms: 225620\n  end_ms: 229530\n- text: Delivered in a vivid fashion with simplicity\n  start_ms: 229530\n  end_ms: 233450\n- text: The blind couldn't verify the authenticity\n  start_ms: 233450\n  end_ms: 235100\n- text: The rhyme came from the pressure of heat\n  start_ms: 235100\n  end_ms: 238410\n- text: Then it was laid out, on the ground to pave streets\n  start_ms: 238410\n  end_ms: 247240\n- text: ()\n  start_ms: 247240\n  end_ms: 247900\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 247900\nplain: |-\n  Yo. yeah\n  Don't erase none of that good shit in the beginnin'\n  Yo. spill drinks on ya, get stank on ya\n  Yo. yo. pinky ring shit, yo\n  That pinky ring shit yo\n\n  It's that pinky ring shit, the legend of masked kid\n  Shoot out the speakers when my guns get jurassic\n  Superbad, who am I? Dolemite classic\n  The vandal's back, hands on Angela Bassett\n  I handle my plastic, gunplay I mastered\n  No coke, dope mixed down with acid on record\n  Broken down and crafted in seconds\n  Lady's choice, the golden voice still peppered\n  Better, respect it, bitch believe\n  I pull rabbits out the hat, tricks up my sleeves\n  I air out the showroom, the shit can breathe\n  Fix your weave, behold my expertise\n\n  (Wu-Tang Clan)\n  I got my uzi back\n  You dudes is wack\n  Face it the Wu is back\n  (Raekwon the Chef)\n  Take it back to the people, leanin' gettin' rec room punch\n  We in them authentic alley switchin joints\n  Major general niggas, five stars\n  Both arms rock when coke dropped we read a hundred niggas' palms\n  Silencers, garbage bags of hash\n  For every cop we paid retired now the nigga on smash\n  Gash you out your burner fast\n  You swing down hatin' me now respect get your fingers off the glass\n\n  ()\n\n  (Ghostface Killah)\n  Yo what the fuck yo?! Yo what the fuck y'all comin' for?\n  Get the fuck away from my door!\n  We got big guns in here, coke over there\n  With blue bag and E pills stashed under the chair\n  And there's Boss Hog black and white pit with the pink lips\n  Stan thought he was soft 'til he bit his fingers\n  The shit had me dyin' yo, big fat nigga bleedin'\n  Big cat nigga all season\n  On the beach truck, stuck with Hawaiian ice\n  Diamond twice the whole city thought I bought FUBU\n  Blew you, authentic doo doo, picture the fog iced out\n  Eighteen karat rap between noodles\n\n  ()\n\n  (RZA)\n  Up at Killa Bee headquarters, full rips is poured up\n  I saw Johnny sippin' Henny from a iced out cup\n  Yo with the blunt, two-way vibratin' off the hip\n  I sit took, three drags off the honey-dip\n  Now what you talkin'? You see my gold fronts sparkin'?\n  Ain't tryin' to hear what you dogs be barkin'\n  Read the headline, that was blast on today's Post\n  Dead King, thought he could ace Ghost\n  Queen, couldn't even jack Monk\n  Probably find him in Doc Doom's back trunk\n  Bdoodoodoo! I'm up at the Wu library\n  Readin Malcolm's, \". Any Means Necessary\"\n\n  (Method Man)\n  John John, Bacardi straight up hold the ice\n  So nice like New York they had to name him twice\n  Name your price, I black out then change the lights\n  Give you the same advice that I gave my wife\n  Don't fuck with mine, Clan give you lumps in nine\n  Let the smoke cloud clear so the sun can shine\n  Culture shock, for some of us that's all we got\n  Whether you ball or not, you can all be shot\n\n  (Inspectah Deck)\n  New York, New York, legendary rhyme boss\n  Code name Charley Horse, bust with blind force\n  I smash set it and wreck for cash credit or check\n  You crabs test, can't measure the threat\n  I dance on a nigga like my name's Zab Judah\n  Rap barracuda, three XL kahuna\n  Sure to get it perkin' and cause a disturbance\n  I'm thirstin', feel what I feel then we can merge then\n  Creep it through the states in V8's and 12's\n  My weight's hell, fuck with me then brace yourself\n  The Noble, Sir I mass mogul\n  Known to blast vocals, and move global on you locals\n\n  (Masta Killa)\n  This is grown man talkin', coward I split your head\n  I'm from the East where the streets run red from the bloodshed\n  Hit Chef for the rice and peas\n  'Nuff respect Father E tumbled at ease\n  My brothers can't wait to squeeze the automatic\n  They need wreck like a drug dealer need a addict\n  Floatin' on the 95, sting like a killer bee\n  Your hands can't hit what your eyes can't see\n\n  (GZA)\n  From dark matter to the big crunch\n  The vocals came in a bunch without one punch\n  Rare glimpse from the, strictly advanced, proved unstoppable\n  Reputation enhanced, since the cause was probable\n  So you compare contrast but don't blast\n  through extreme depths, with the pen I hold fast\n  Watch the block thirst for one became all\n  Shot 'em with the long forgotten rainfall\n  Delivered in a vivid fashion with simplicity\n  The blind couldn't verify the authenticity\n  The rhyme came from the pressure of heat\n  Then it was laid out, on the ground to pave streets\n\n  ()\n"},{"id":22767880,"name":"Uzi (Pinky Ring)","trackName":"Uzi (Pinky Ring)","artistName":"Wu-Tang Clan","albumName":"Legend Of The Wu-Tang Clan: Greatest Hits","duration":317.69542,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yo. yeah\nDon't erase none of that good shit in the beginnin'\nYo. spill drinks on ya, get stank on ya\nYo. yo. pinky ring shit, yo\nThat pinky ring shit yo\n\nIt's that pinky ring shit, the legend of masked kid\nShoot out the speakers when my guns get jurassic\nSuperbad, who am I? Dolemite classic\nThe vandal's back, hands on Angela Bassett\nI handle my plastic, gunplay I mastered\nNo coke, dope mixed down with acid on record\nBroken down and crafted in seconds\nLady's choice, the golden voice still peppered\nBetter, respect it, bitch believe\nI pull rabbits out the hat, tricks up my sleeves\nI air out the showroom, the shit can breathe\nFix your weave, behold my expertise\n\n(Wu-Tang Clan)\nI got my uzi back\nYou dudes is wack\nFace it the Wu is back\n(Raekwon the Chef)\nTake it back to the people, leanin' gettin' rec room punch\nWe in them authentic alley switchin joints\nMajor general niggas, five stars\nBoth arms rock when coke dropped we read a hundred niggas' palms\nSilencers, garbage bags of hash\nFor every cop we paid retired now the nigga on smash\nGash you out your burner fast\nYou swing down hatin' me now respect get your fingers off the glass\n\n()\n\n(Ghostface Killah)\nYo what the fuck yo?! Yo what the fuck y'all comin' for?\nGet the fuck away from my door!\nWe got big guns in here, coke over there\nWith blue bag and E pills stashed under the chair\nAnd there's Boss Hog black and white pit with the pink lips\nStan thought he was soft 'til he bit his fingers\nThe shit had me dyin' yo, big fat nigga bleedin'\nBig cat nigga all season\nOn the beach truck, stuck with Hawaiian ice\nDiamond twice the whole city thought I bought FUBU\nBlew you, authentic doo doo, picture the fog iced out\nEighteen karat rap between noodles\n\n()\n\n(RZA)\nUp at Killa Bee headquarters, full rips is poured up\nI saw Johnny sippin' Henny from a iced out cup\nYo with the blunt, two-way vibratin' off the hip\nI sit took, three drags off the honey-dip\nNow what you talkin'? You see my gold fronts sparkin'?\nAin't tryin' to hear what you dogs be barkin'\nRead the headline, that was blast on today's Post\nDead King, thought he could ace Ghost\nQueen, couldn't even jack Monk\nProbably find him in Doc Doom's back trunk\nBdoodoodoo! I'm up at the Wu library\nReadin Malcolm's, \". Any Means Necessary\"\n\n(Method Man)\nJohn John, Bacardi straight up hold the ice\nSo nice like New York they had to name him twice\nName your price, I black out then change the lights\nGive you the same advice that I gave my wife\nDon't fuck with mine, Clan give you lumps in nine\nLet the smoke cloud clear so the sun can shine\nCulture shock, for some of us that's all we got\nWhether you ball or not, you can all be shot\n\n(Inspectah Deck)\nNew York, New York, legendary rhyme boss\nCode name Charley Horse, bust with blind force\nI smash set it and wreck for cash credit or check\nYou crabs test, can't measure the threat\nI dance on a nigga like my name's Zab Judah\nRap barracuda, three XL kahuna\nSure to get it perkin' and cause a disturbance\nI'm thirstin', feel what I feel then we can merge then\nCreep it through the states in V8's and 12's\nMy weight's hell, fuck with me then brace yourself\nThe Noble, Sir I mass mogul\nKnown to blast vocals, and move global on you locals\n\n(Masta Killa)\nThis is grown man talkin', coward I split your head\nI'm from the East where the streets run red from the bloodshed\nHit Chef for the rice and peas\n'Nuff respect Father E tumbled at ease\nMy brothers can't wait to squeeze the automatic\nThey need wreck like a drug dealer need a addict\nFloatin' on the 95, sting like a killer bee\nYour hands can't hit what your eyes can't see\n\n(GZA)\nFrom dark matter to the big crunch\nThe vocals came in a bunch without one punch\nRare glimpse from the, strictly advanced, proved unstoppable\nReputation enhanced, since the cause was probable\nSo you compare contrast but don't blast\nThrough extreme depths, with the pen I hold fast\nWatch the block thirst for one became all\nShot 'em with the long forgotten rainfall\nDelivered in a vivid fashion with simplicity\nThe blind couldn't verify the authenticity\nThe rhyme came from the pressure of heat\nThen it was laid out, on the ground to pave streets\n\n()","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.83] Yo. yeah\n[00:01.91] Don't erase none of that good shit in the beginnin'\n[00:06.57] Yo. spill drinks on ya, get stank on ya\n[00:09.39] Yo. yo. pinky ring shit, yo\n[00:14.69] That pinky ring shit yo\n[00:17.49] It's that pinky ring shit, the legend of masked kid\n[00:17.62] Shoot out the speakers when my guns get jurassic\n[00:20.63] Superbad, who am I? Dolemite classic\n[00:24.58] The vandal's back, hands on Angela Bassett\n[00:25.65] I handle my plastic, gunplay I mastered\n[00:28.14] No coke, dope mixed down with acid on record\n[00:31.50] Broken down and crafted in seconds\n[00:35.40] Lady's choice, the golden voice still peppered\n[00:35.42] Better, respect it, bitch believe\n[00:40.08] I pull rabbits out the hat, tricks up my sleeves\n[00:41.55] I air out the showroom, the shit can breathe\n[00:41.72] Fix your weave, behold my expertise\n[00:45.81] (Wu-Tang Clan)\n[00:46.92] I got my uzi back\n[00:48.79] You dudes is wack\n[00:50.57] Face it the Wu is back\n[00:51.25] (Raekwon the Chef)\n[00:55.04] Take it back to the people, leanin' gettin' rec room punch\n[00:57.11] We in them authentic alley switchin joints\n[00:57.35] Major general niggas, five stars\n[01:00.90] Both arms rock when coke dropped we read a hundred niggas' palms\n[01:04.28] Silencers, garbage bags of hash\n[01:05.56] For every cop we paid retired now the nigga on smash\n[01:08.98] Gash you out your burner fast\n[01:11.14] You swing down hatin' me now respect get your fingers off the glass\n[01:13.28] ()\n[01:13.42] (Ghostface Killah)\n[01:14.35] Yo what the fuck yo?! Yo what the fuck y'all comin' for?\n[01:24.86] Get the fuck away from my door!\n[01:25.81] We got big guns in here, coke over there\n[01:27.45] With blue bag and E pills stashed under the chair\n[01:31.35] And there's Boss Hog black and white pit with the pink lips\n[01:34.73] Stan thought he was soft 'til he bit his fingers\n[01:36.68] The shit had me dyin' yo, big fat nigga bleedin'\n[01:39.14] Big cat nigga all season\n[01:40.59] On the beach truck, stuck with Hawaiian ice\n[01:42.92] Diamond twice the whole city thought I bought FUBU\n[01:45.84] Blew you, authentic doo doo, picture the fog iced out\n[01:48.48] Eighteen karat rap between noodles\n[01:51.25] ()\n[01:51.43] (RZA)\n[01:53.33] Up at Killa Bee headquarters, full rips is poured up\n[02:00.38] I saw Johnny sippin' Henny from a iced out cup\n[02:03.25] Yo with the blunt, two-way vibratin' off the hip\n[02:06.35] I sit took, three drags off the honey-dip\n[02:08.47] Now what you talkin'? You see my gold fronts sparkin'?\n[02:11.13] Ain't tryin' to hear what you dogs be barkin'\n[02:14.81] Read the headline, that was blast on today's Post\n[02:17.01] Dead King, thought he could ace Ghost\n[02:18.65] Queen, couldn't even jack Monk\n[02:18.86] Probably find him in Doc Doom's back trunk\n[02:22.22] Bdoodoodoo! I'm up at the Wu library\n[02:24.72] Readin Malcolm's, \". 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Dolemite classic\n  The vandal's back, hands on Angela Bassett\n  I handle my plastic, gunplay I mastered\n  No coke, dope mixed down with acid on record\n  Broken down and crafted in seconds\n  Lady's choice, the golden voice still peppered\n  Better, respect it, bitch believe\n  I pull rabbits out the hat, tricks up my sleeves\n  I air out the showroom, the shit can breathe\n  Fix your weave, behold my expertise\n\n  (Wu-Tang Clan)\n  I got my uzi back\n  You dudes is wack\n  Face it the Wu is back\n  (Raekwon the Chef)\n  Take it back to the people, leanin' gettin' rec room punch\n  We in them authentic alley switchin joints\n  Major general niggas, five stars\n  Both arms rock when coke dropped we read a hundred niggas' palms\n  Silencers, garbage bags of hash\n  For every cop we paid retired now the nigga on smash\n  Gash you out your burner fast\n  You swing down hatin' me now respect get your fingers off the glass\n\n  ()\n\n  (Ghostface Killah)\n  Yo what the fuck yo?! Yo what the fuck y'all comin' for?\n  Get the fuck away from my door!\n  We got big guns in here, coke over there\n  With blue bag and E pills stashed under the chair\n  And there's Boss Hog black and white pit with the pink lips\n  Stan thought he was soft 'til he bit his fingers\n  The shit had me dyin' yo, big fat nigga bleedin'\n  Big cat nigga all season\n  On the beach truck, stuck with Hawaiian ice\n  Diamond twice the whole city thought I bought FUBU\n  Blew you, authentic doo doo, picture the fog iced out\n  Eighteen karat rap between noodles\n\n  ()\n\n  (RZA)\n  Up at Killa Bee headquarters, full rips is poured up\n  I saw Johnny sippin' Henny from a iced out cup\n  Yo with the blunt, two-way vibratin' off the hip\n  I sit took, three drags off the honey-dip\n  Now what you talkin'? You see my gold fronts sparkin'?\n  Ain't tryin' to hear what you dogs be barkin'\n  Read the headline, that was blast on today's Post\n  Dead King, thought he could ace Ghost\n  Queen, couldn't even jack Monk\n  Probably find him in Doc Doom's back trunk\n  Bdoodoodoo! I'm up at the Wu library\n  Readin Malcolm's, \". 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Dolemite classic\nThe vandal's back, hands on Angela Bassett\nI handle my plastic, gunplay I mastered\nNo coke, dope mixed down with acid on record\nBroken down and crafted in seconds\nLady's choice, the golden voice still peppered\nBetter, respect it, bitch believe\nI pull rabbits out the hat, tricks up my sleeves\nI air out the showroom, the shit can breathe\nFix your weave, behold my expertise\n\n(Wu-Tang Clan)\nI got my uzi back\nYou dudes is wack\nFace it the Wu is back\n(Raekwon the Chef)\nTake it back to the people, leanin' gettin' rec room punch\nWe in them authentic alley switchin joints\nMajor general niggas, five stars\nBoth arms rock when coke dropped we read a hundred niggas' palms\nSilencers, garbage bags of hash\nFor every cop we paid retired now the nigga on smash\nGash you out your burner fast\nYou swing down hatin' me now respect get your fingers off the glass\n\n()\n\n(Ghostface Killah)\nYo what the fuck yo?! Yo what the fuck y'all comin' for?\nGet the fuck away from my door!\nWe got big guns in here, coke over there\nWith blue bag and E pills stashed under the chair\nAnd there's Boss Hog black and white pit with the pink lips\nStan thought he was soft 'til he bit his fingers\nThe shit had me dyin' yo, big fat nigga bleedin'\nBig cat nigga all season\nOn the beach truck, stuck with Hawaiian ice\nDiamond twice the whole city thought I bought FUBU\nBlew you, authentic doo doo, picture the fog iced out\nEighteen karat rap between noodles\n\n()\n\n(RZA)\nUp at Killa Bee headquarters, full rips is poured up\nI saw Johnny sippin' Henny from a iced out cup\nYo with the blunt, two-way vibratin' off the hip\nI sit took, three drags off the honey-dip\nNow what you talkin'? You see my gold fronts sparkin'?\nAin't tryin' to hear what you dogs be barkin'\nRead the headline, that was blast on today's Post\nDead King, thought he could ace Ghost\nQueen, couldn't even jack Monk\nProbably find him in Doc Doom's back trunk\nBdoodoodoo! I'm up at the Wu library\nReadin Malcolm's, \". 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Dolemite classic\n[00:27.12] The vandal's back, hands on Angela Bassett\n[00:29.54] I handle my plastic, gunplay I mastered\n[00:31.84] No coke, dope mixed down with acid on record\n[00:34.71] Broken down and crafted in seconds\n[00:36.45] Lady's choice, the golden voice still peppered\n[00:38.78] Better, respect it, bitch believe\n[00:40.73] I pull rabbits out the hat, tricks up my sleeves\n[00:43.26] I air out the showroom, the shit can breathe\n[00:45.85] Fix your weave, behold my expertise\n[00:47.89] (Wu-Tang Clan)\n[00:48.92] I got my uzi back\n[00:50.36] You dudes is wack\n[00:51.27] Face it the Wu is back\n[00:56.75] (Raekwon the Chef)\n[00:57.66] Take it back to the people, leanin' gettin' rec room punch\n[01:00.20] We in them authentic alley switchin joints\n[01:01.87] Major general niggas, five stars\n[01:03.83] Both arms rock when coke dropped we read a hundred niggas' palms\n[01:06.40] Silencers, garbage bags of hash\n[01:08.57] For every cop we paid retired now the nigga on smash\n[01:11.05] Gash you out your burner fast\n[01:12.72] You swing down hatin' me now respect get your fingers off the glass\n[01:15.70] ()\n[01:21.95] (Ghostface Killah)\n[01:24.81] Yo what the fuck yo?! Yo what the fuck y'all comin' for?\n[01:27.37] Get the fuck away from my door!\n[01:29.41] We got big guns in here, coke over there\n[01:31.76] With blue bag and E pills stashed under the chair\n[01:34.28] And there's Boss Hog black and white pit with the pink lips\n[01:36.49] Stan thought he was soft 'til he bit his fingers\n[01:38.87] The shit had me dyin' yo, big fat nigga bleedin'\n[01:41.50] Big cat nigga all season\n[01:43.53] On the beach truck, stuck with Hawaiian ice\n[01:45.81] Diamond twice the whole city thought I bought FUBU\n[01:48.21] Blew you, authentic doo doo, picture the fog iced out\n[01:51.08] Eighteen karat rap between noodles\n[01:52.90] ()\n[01:57.25] (RZA)\n[02:01.65] Up at Killa Bee headquarters, full rips is poured up\n[02:04.05] I saw Johnny sippin' Henny from a iced out cup\n[02:06.45] Yo with the blunt, two-way vibratin' off the hip\n[02:08.88] I sit took, three drags off the honey-dip\n[02:10.82] Now what you talkin'? You see my gold fronts sparkin'?\n[02:13.42] Ain't tryin' to hear what you dogs be barkin'\n[02:15.83] Read the headline, that was blast on today's Post\n[02:18.38] Dead King, thought he could ace Ghost\n[02:20.83] Queen, couldn't even jack Monk\n[02:22.90] Probably find him in Doc Doom's back trunk\n[02:25.52] Bdoodoodoo! I'm up at the Wu library\n[02:27.13] Readin Malcolm's, \". Any Means Necessary\"\n[02:29.48] (Method Man)\n[02:30.07] John John, Bacardi straight up hold the ice\n[02:32.05] So nice like New York they had to name him twice\n[02:34.29] Name your price, I black out then change the lights\n[02:36.53] Give you the same advice that I gave my wife\n[02:38.87] Don't fuck with mine, Clan give you lumps in nine\n[02:41.06] Let the smoke cloud clear so the sun can shine\n[02:43.45] Culture shock, for some of us that's all we got\n[02:45.73] Whether you ball or not, you can all be shot\n[02:47.95] (Inspectah Deck)\n[02:48.64] New York, New York, legendary rhyme boss\n[02:50.60] Code name Charley Horse, bust with blind force\n[02:52.96] I smash set it and wreck for cash credit or check\n[02:55.57] You crabs test, can't measure the threat\n[02:57.31] I dance on a nigga like my name's Zab Judah\n[02:59.68] Rap barracuda, three XL kahuna\n[03:02.05] Sure to get it perkin' and cause a disturbance\n[03:04.31] I'm thirstin', feel what I feel then we can merge then\n[03:06.83] Creep it through the states in V8's and 12's\n[03:09.01] My weight's hell, fuck with me then brace yourself\n[03:11.17] The Noble, Sir I mass mogul\n[03:13.59] Known to blast vocals, and move global on you locals\n[03:15.69] (Masta Killa)\n[03:16.29] This is grown man talkin', coward I split your head\n[03:18.32] I'm from the East where the streets run red from the bloodshed\n[03:21.13] Hit Chef for the rice and peas\n[03:23.08] 'Nuff respect Father E tumbled at ease\n[03:25.15] My brothers can't wait to squeeze the automatic\n[03:27.44] They need wreck like a drug dealer need a addict\n[03:29.70] Floatin' on the 95, sting like a killer bee\n[03:32.29] Your hands can't hit what your eyes can't see\n[03:34.22] (GZA)\n[03:35.18] From dark matter to the big crunch\n[03:36.15] The vocals came in a bunch without one punch\n[03:38.12] Rare glimpse from the, strictly advanced, proved unstoppable\n[03:41.31] Reputation enhanced, since the cause was probable\n[03:43.82] So you compare contrast but don't blast\n[03:45.99] Through extreme depths, with the pen I hold fast\n[03:48.37] Watch the block thirst for one became all\n[03:50.65] Shot 'em with the long forgotten rainfall\n[03:53.04] Delivered in a vivid fashion with simplicity\n[03:55.21] The blind couldn't verify the authenticity\n[03:57.55] The rhyme came from the pressure of heat\n[03:59.80] Then it was laid out, on the ground to pave streets\n[04:02.28] ()\n[04:11.66] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Uzi (Pinky Ring)\n  artist: Wu‐Tang Clan\n  album: 'Playlist: The Very Best of Wu‐Tang Clan'\n  duration_ms: 315000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yo. yeah\n  start_ms: 1400\n  end_ms: 6190\n- text: Don't erase none of that good shit in the beginnin'\n  start_ms: 6190\n  end_ms: 8660\n- text: Yo. spill drinks on ya, get stank on ya\n  start_ms: 8660\n  end_ms: 11260\n- text: Yo. yo. pinky ring shit, yo\n  start_ms: 11260\n  end_ms: 17640\n- text: That pinky ring shit yo\n  start_ms: 17640\n  end_ms: 20110\n- text: It's that pinky ring shit, the legend of masked kid\n  start_ms: 20110\n  end_ms: 22470\n- text: Shoot out the speakers when my guns get jurassic\n  start_ms: 22470\n  end_ms: 24910\n- text: Superbad, who am I? 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You see my gold fronts sparkin'?\n  Ain't tryin' to hear what you dogs be barkin'\n  Read the headline, that was blast on today's Post\n  Dead King, thought he could ace Ghost\n  Queen, couldn't even jack Monk\n  Probably find him in Doc Doom's back trunk\n  Bdoodoodoo! I'm up at the Wu library\n  Readin Malcolm's, \". 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Dolemite classic\nThe vandal's back, hands on Angela Bassett\nI handle my plastic, gunplay I mastered\nNo coke, dope mixed down with acid on record\nBroken down and crafted in seconds\nLady's choice, the golden voice still peppered\nBetter, respect it, bitch believe\nI pull rabbits out the hat, tricks up my sleeves\nI air out the showroom, the shit can breathe\nFix your weave, behold my expertise\n\n(Wu-Tang Clan)\nI got my uzi back\nYou dudes is wack\nFace it the Wu is back\n(Raekwon the Chef)\nTake it back to the people, leanin' gettin' rec room punch\nWe in them authentic alley switchin joints\nMajor general niggas, five stars\nBoth arms rock when coke dropped we read a hundred niggas' palms\nSilencers, garbage bags of hash\nFor every cop we paid retired now the nigga on smash\nGash you out your burner fast\nYou swing down hatin' me now respect get your fingers off the glass\n\n()\n\n(Ghostface Killah)\nYo what the fuck yo?! Yo what the fuck y'all comin' for?\nGet the fuck away from my door!\nWe got big guns in here, coke over there\nWith blue bag and E pills stashed under the chair\nAnd there's Boss Hog black and white pit with the pink lips\nStan thought he was soft 'til he bit his fingers\nThe shit had me dyin' yo, big fat nigga bleedin'\nBig cat nigga all season\nOn the beach truck, stuck with Hawaiian ice\nDiamond twice the whole city thought I bought FUBU\nBlew you, authentic doo doo, picture the fog iced out\nEighteen karat rap between noodles\n\n()\n\n(RZA)\nUp at Killa Bee headquarters, full rips is poured up\nI saw Johnny sippin' Henny from a iced out cup\nYo with the blunt, two-way vibratin' off the hip\nI sit took, three drags off the honey-dip\nNow what you talkin'? You see my gold fronts sparkin'?\nAin't tryin' to hear what you dogs be barkin'\nRead the headline, that was blast on today's Post\nDead King, thought he could ace Ghost\nQueen, couldn't even jack Monk\nProbably find him in Doc Doom's back trunk\nBdoodoodoo! I'm up at the Wu library\nReadin Malcolm's, \". 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Dolemite classic\n[00:27.12] The vandal's back, hands on Angela Bassett\n[00:29.54] I handle my plastic, gunplay I mastered\n[00:31.84] No coke, dope mixed down with acid on record\n[00:34.71] Broken down and crafted in seconds\n[00:36.45] Lady's choice, the golden voice still peppered\n[00:38.78] Better, respect it, bitch believe\n[00:40.73] I pull rabbits out the hat, tricks up my sleeves\n[00:43.26] I air out the showroom, the shit can breathe\n[00:45.85] Fix your weave, behold my expertise\n[00:47.89] (Wu-Tang Clan)\n[00:48.92] I got my uzi back\n[00:50.36] You dudes is wack\n[00:51.27] Face it the Wu is back\n[00:56.75] (Raekwon the Chef)\n[00:57.66] Take it back to the people, leanin' gettin' rec room punch\n[01:00.20] We in them authentic alley switchin joints\n[01:01.87] Major general niggas, five stars\n[01:03.83] Both arms rock when coke dropped we read a hundred niggas' palms\n[01:06.40] Silencers, garbage bags of hash\n[01:08.57] For every cop we paid retired now the nigga on smash\n[01:11.05] Gash you out your burner fast\n[01:12.72] You swing down hatin' me now respect get your fingers off the glass\n[01:15.70] ()\n[01:21.95] (Ghostface Killah)\n[01:24.81] Yo what the fuck yo?! 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You see my gold fronts sparkin'?\n[02:13.42] Ain't tryin' to hear what you dogs be barkin'\n[02:15.83] Read the headline, that was blast on today's Post\n[02:18.38] Dead King, thought he could ace Ghost\n[02:20.83] Queen, couldn't even jack Monk\n[02:22.90] Probably find him in Doc Doom's back trunk\n[02:25.52] Bdoodoodoo! I'm up at the Wu library\n[02:27.13] Readin Malcolm's, \". Any Means Necessary\"\n[02:29.48] (Method Man)\n[02:30.07] John John, Bacardi straight up hold the ice\n[02:32.05] So nice like New York they had to name him twice\n[02:34.29] Name your price, I black out then change the lights\n[02:36.53] Give you the same advice that I gave my wife\n[02:38.87] Don't fuck with mine, Clan give you lumps in nine\n[02:41.06] Let the smoke cloud clear so the sun can shine\n[02:43.45] Culture shock, for some of us that's all we got\n[02:45.73] Whether you ball or not, you can all be shot\n[02:47.95] (Inspectah Deck)\n[02:48.64] New York, New York, legendary rhyme boss\n[02:50.60] Code name Charley Horse, bust with blind force\n[02:52.96] I smash set it and wreck for cash credit or check\n[02:55.57] You crabs test, can't measure the threat\n[02:57.31] I dance on a nigga like my name's Zab Judah\n[02:59.68] Rap barracuda, three XL kahuna\n[03:02.05] Sure to get it perkin' and cause a disturbance\n[03:04.31] I'm thirstin', feel what I feel then we can merge then\n[03:06.83] Creep it through the states in V8's and 12's\n[03:09.01] My weight's hell, fuck with me then brace yourself\n[03:11.17] The Noble, Sir I mass mogul\n[03:13.59] Known to blast vocals, and move global on you locals\n[03:15.69] (Masta Killa)\n[03:16.29] This is grown man talkin', coward I split your head\n[03:18.32] I'm from the East where the streets run red from the bloodshed\n[03:21.13] Hit Chef for the rice and peas\n[03:23.08] 'Nuff respect Father E tumbled at ease\n[03:25.15] My brothers can't wait to squeeze the automatic\n[03:27.44] They need wreck like a drug dealer need a addict\n[03:29.70] Floatin' on the 95, sting like a killer bee\n[03:32.29] Your hands can't hit what your eyes can't see\n[03:34.22] (GZA)\n[03:35.18] From dark matter to the big crunch\n[03:36.15] The vocals came in a bunch without one punch\n[03:38.12] Rare glimpse from the, strictly advanced, proved unstoppable\n[03:41.31] Reputation enhanced, since the cause was probable\n[03:43.82] So you compare contrast but don't blast\n[03:45.99] Through extreme depths, with the pen I hold fast\n[03:48.37] Watch the block thirst for one became all\n[03:50.65] Shot 'em with the long forgotten rainfall\n[03:53.04] Delivered in a vivid fashion with simplicity\n[03:55.21] The blind couldn't verify the authenticity\n[03:57.55] The rhyme came from the pressure of heat\n[03:59.80] Then it was laid out, on the ground to pave streets\n[04:02.28] ()\n[04:11.66] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Uzi (Pinky Ring)\n  artist: Wu‐Tang Clan\n  album: 'Playlist: The Very Best of Wu-Tang Clan'\n  duration_ms: 318000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yo. yeah\n  start_ms: 1400\n  end_ms: 6190\n- text: Don't erase none of that good shit in the beginnin'\n  start_ms: 6190\n  end_ms: 8660\n- text: Yo. spill drinks on ya, get stank on ya\n  start_ms: 8660\n  end_ms: 11260\n- text: Yo. yo. pinky ring shit, yo\n  start_ms: 11260\n  end_ms: 17640\n- text: That pinky ring shit yo\n  start_ms: 17640\n  end_ms: 20110\n- text: It's that pinky ring shit, the legend of masked kid\n  start_ms: 20110\n  end_ms: 22470\n- text: Shoot out the speakers when my guns get jurassic\n  start_ms: 22470\n  end_ms: 24910\n- text: Superbad, who am I? 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Dolemite classic\n  The vandal's back, hands on Angela Bassett\n  I handle my plastic, gunplay I mastered\n  No coke, dope mixed down with acid on record\n  Broken down and crafted in seconds\n  Lady's choice, the golden voice still peppered\n  Better, respect it, bitch believe\n  I pull rabbits out the hat, tricks up my sleeves\n  I air out the showroom, the shit can breathe\n  Fix your weave, behold my expertise\n\n  (Wu-Tang Clan)\n  I got my uzi back\n  You dudes is wack\n  Face it the Wu is back\n  (Raekwon the Chef)\n  Take it back to the people, leanin' gettin' rec room punch\n  We in them authentic alley switchin joints\n  Major general niggas, five stars\n  Both arms rock when coke dropped we read a hundred niggas' palms\n  Silencers, garbage bags of hash\n  For every cop we paid retired now the nigga on smash\n  Gash you out your burner fast\n  You swing down hatin' me now respect get your fingers off the glass\n\n  ()\n\n  (Ghostface Killah)\n  Yo what the fuck yo?! Yo what the fuck y'all comin' for?\n  Get the fuck away from my door!\n  We got big guns in here, coke over there\n  With blue bag and E pills stashed under the chair\n  And there's Boss Hog black and white pit with the pink lips\n  Stan thought he was soft 'til he bit his fingers\n  The shit had me dyin' yo, big fat nigga bleedin'\n  Big cat nigga all season\n  On the beach truck, stuck with Hawaiian ice\n  Diamond twice the whole city thought I bought FUBU\n  Blew you, authentic doo doo, picture the fog iced out\n  Eighteen karat rap between noodles\n\n  ()\n\n  (RZA)\n  Up at Killa Bee headquarters, full rips is poured up\n  I saw Johnny sippin' Henny from a iced out cup\n  Yo with the blunt, two-way vibratin' off the hip\n  I sit took, three drags off the honey-dip\n  Now what you talkin'? You see my gold fronts sparkin'?\n  Ain't tryin' to hear what you dogs be barkin'\n  Read the headline, that was blast on today's Post\n  Dead King, thought he could ace Ghost\n  Queen, couldn't even jack Monk\n  Probably find him in Doc Doom's back trunk\n  Bdoodoodoo! I'm up at the Wu library\n  Readin Malcolm's, \". Any Means Necessary\"\n\n  (Method Man)\n  John John, Bacardi straight up hold the ice\n  So nice like New York they had to name him twice\n  Name your price, I black out then change the lights\n  Give you the same advice that I gave my wife\n  Don't fuck with mine, Clan give you lumps in nine\n  Let the smoke cloud clear so the sun can shine\n  Culture shock, for some of us that's all we got\n  Whether you ball or not, you can all be shot\n\n  (Inspectah Deck)\n  New York, New York, legendary rhyme boss\n  Code name Charley Horse, bust with blind force\n  I smash set it and wreck for cash credit or check\n  You crabs test, can't measure the threat\n  I dance on a nigga like my name's Zab Judah\n  Rap barracuda, three XL kahuna\n  Sure to get it perkin' and cause a disturbance\n  I'm thirstin', feel what I feel then we can merge then\n  Creep it through the states in V8's and 12's\n  My weight's hell, fuck with me then brace yourself\n  The Noble, Sir I mass mogul\n  Known to blast vocals, and move global on you locals\n\n  (Masta Killa)\n  This is grown man talkin', coward I split your head\n  I'm from the East where the streets run red from the bloodshed\n  Hit Chef for the rice and peas\n  'Nuff respect Father E tumbled at ease\n  My brothers can't wait to squeeze the automatic\n  They need wreck like a drug dealer need a addict\n  Floatin' on the 95, sting like a killer bee\n  Your hands can't hit what your eyes can't see\n\n  (GZA)\n  From dark matter to the big crunch\n  The vocals came in a bunch without one punch\n  Rare glimpse from the, strictly advanced, proved unstoppable\n  Reputation enhanced, since the cause was probable\n  So you compare contrast but don't blast\n  Through extreme depths, with the pen I hold fast\n  Watch the block thirst for one became all\n  Shot 'em with the long forgotten rainfall\n  Delivered in a vivid fashion with simplicity\n  The blind couldn't verify the authenticity\n  The rhyme came from the pressure of heat\n  Then it was laid out, on the ground to pave streets\n\n  ()\n"},{"id":26345143,"name":"Uzi (Pinky Ring)","trackName":"Uzi (Pinky Ring)","artistName":"Wu-Tang Clan","albumName":"Playlist: The Very Best of Wu-Tang Clan [Clean]","duration":317.741,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yo. yeah\nDon't erase none of that good shit in the beginnin'\nYo. spill drinks on ya, get stank on ya\nYo. yo. pinky ring shit, yo\nThat pinky ring shit yo\n\nIt's that pinky ring shit, the legend of masked kid\nShoot out the speakers when my guns get jurassic\nSuperbad, who am I? Dolemite classic\nThe vandal's back, hands on Angela Bassett\nI handle my plastic, gunplay I mastered\nNo coke, dope mixed down with acid on record\nBroken down and crafted in seconds\nLady's choice, the golden voice still peppered\nBetter, respect it, bitch believe\nI pull rabbits out the hat, tricks up my sleeves\nI air out the showroom, the shit can breathe\nFix your weave, behold my expertise\n\n(Wu-Tang Clan)\nI got my uzi back\nYou dudes is wack\nFace it the Wu is back\n(Raekwon the Chef)\nTake it back to the people, leanin' gettin' rec room punch\nWe in them authentic alley switchin joints\nMajor general niggas, five stars\nBoth arms rock when coke dropped we read a hundred niggas' palms\nSilencers, garbage bags of hash\nFor every cop we paid retired now the nigga on smash\nGash you out your burner fast\nYou swing down hatin' me now respect get your fingers off the glass\n\n()\n\n(Ghostface Killah)\nYo what the fuck yo?! Yo what the fuck y'all comin' for?\nGet the fuck away from my door!\nWe got big guns in here, coke over there\nWith blue bag and E pills stashed under the chair\nAnd there's Boss Hog black and white pit with the pink lips\nStan thought he was soft 'til he bit his fingers\nThe shit had me dyin' yo, big fat nigga bleedin'\nBig cat nigga all season\nOn the beach truck, stuck with Hawaiian ice\nDiamond twice the whole city thought I bought FUBU\nBlew you, authentic doo doo, picture the fog iced out\nEighteen karat rap between noodles\n\n()\n\n(RZA)\nUp at Killa Bee headquarters, full rips is poured up\nI saw Johnny sippin' Henny from a iced out cup\nYo with the blunt, two-way vibratin' off the hip\nI sit took, three drags off the honey-dip\nNow what you talkin'? You see my gold fronts sparkin'?\nAin't tryin' to hear what you dogs be barkin'\nRead the headline, that was blast on today's Post\nDead King, thought he could ace Ghost\nQueen, couldn't even jack Monk\nProbably find him in Doc Doom's back trunk\nBdoodoodoo! I'm up at the Wu library\nReadin Malcolm's, \". Any Means Necessary\"\n\n(Method Man)\nJohn John, Bacardi straight up hold the ice\nSo nice like New York they had to name him twice\nName your price, I black out then change the lights\nGive you the same advice that I gave my wife\nDon't fuck with mine, Clan give you lumps in nine\nLet the smoke cloud clear so the sun can shine\nCulture shock, for some of us that's all we got\nWhether you ball or not, you can all be shot\n\n(Inspectah Deck)\nNew York, New York, legendary rhyme boss\nCode name Charley Horse, bust with blind force\nI smash set it and wreck for cash credit or check\nYou crabs test, can't measure the threat\nI dance on a nigga like my name's Zab Judah\nRap barracuda, three XL kahuna\nSure to get it perkin' and cause a disturbance\nI'm thirstin', feel what I feel then we can merge then\nCreep it through the states in V8's and 12's\nMy weight's hell, fuck with me then brace yourself\nThe Noble, Sir I mass mogul\nKnown to blast vocals, and move global on you locals\n\n(Masta Killa)\nThis is grown man talkin', coward I split your head\nI'm from the East where the streets run red from the bloodshed\nHit Chef for the rice and peas\n'Nuff respect Father E tumbled at ease\nMy brothers can't wait to squeeze the automatic\nThey need wreck like a drug dealer need a addict\nFloatin' on the 95, sting like a killer bee\nYour hands can't hit what your eyes can't see\n\n(GZA)\nFrom dark matter to the big crunch\nThe vocals came in a bunch without one punch\nRare glimpse from the, strictly advanced, proved unstoppable\nReputation enhanced, since the cause was probable\nSo you compare contrast but don't blast\nThrough extreme depths, with the pen I hold fast\nWatch the block thirst for one became all\nShot 'em with the long forgotten rainfall\nDelivered in a vivid fashion with simplicity\nThe blind couldn't verify the authenticity\nThe rhyme came from the pressure of heat\nThen it was laid out, on the ground to pave streets\n\n()","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.83] Yo. yeah\n[00:01.91] Don't erase none of that good shit in the beginnin'\n[00:06.57] Yo. spill drinks on ya, get stank on ya\n[00:09.39] Yo. yo. pinky ring shit, yo\n[00:14.69] That pinky ring shit yo\n[00:17.49] It's that pinky ring shit, the legend of masked kid\n[00:17.62] Shoot out the speakers when my guns get jurassic\n[00:20.63] Superbad, who am I? Dolemite classic\n[00:24.58] The vandal's back, hands on Angela Bassett\n[00:25.65] I handle my plastic, gunplay I mastered\n[00:28.14] No coke, dope mixed down with acid on record\n[00:31.50] Broken down and crafted in seconds\n[00:35.40] Lady's choice, the golden voice still peppered\n[00:35.42] Better, respect it, bitch believe\n[00:40.08] I pull rabbits out the hat, tricks up my sleeves\n[00:41.55] I air out the showroom, the shit can breathe\n[00:41.72] Fix your weave, behold my expertise\n[00:45.81] (Wu-Tang Clan)\n[00:46.92] I got my uzi back\n[00:48.79] You dudes is wack\n[00:50.57] Face it the Wu is back\n[00:51.25] (Raekwon the Chef)\n[00:55.04] Take it back to the people, leanin' gettin' rec room punch\n[00:57.11] We in them authentic alley switchin joints\n[00:57.35] Major general niggas, five stars\n[01:00.90] Both arms rock when coke dropped we read a hundred niggas' palms\n[01:04.28] Silencers, garbage bags of hash\n[01:05.56] For every cop we paid retired now the nigga on smash\n[01:08.98] Gash you out your burner fast\n[01:11.14] You swing down hatin' me now respect get your fingers off the glass\n[01:13.28] ()\n[01:13.42] (Ghostface Killah)\n[01:14.35] Yo what the fuck yo?! Yo what the fuck y'all comin' for?\n[01:24.86] Get the fuck away from my door!\n[01:25.81] We got big guns in here, coke over there\n[01:27.45] With blue bag and E pills stashed under the chair\n[01:31.35] And there's Boss Hog black and white pit with the pink lips\n[01:34.73] Stan thought he was soft 'til he bit his fingers\n[01:36.68] The shit had me dyin' yo, big fat nigga bleedin'\n[01:39.14] Big cat nigga all season\n[01:40.59] On the beach truck, stuck with Hawaiian ice\n[01:42.92] Diamond twice the whole city thought I bought FUBU\n[01:45.84] Blew you, authentic doo doo, picture the fog iced out\n[01:48.48] Eighteen karat rap between noodles\n[01:51.25] ()\n[01:51.43] (RZA)\n[01:53.33] Up at Killa Bee headquarters, full rips is poured up\n[02:00.38] I saw Johnny sippin' Henny from a iced out cup\n[02:03.25] Yo with the blunt, two-way vibratin' off the hip\n[02:06.35] I sit took, three drags off the honey-dip\n[02:08.47] Now what you talkin'? You see my gold fronts sparkin'?\n[02:11.13] Ain't tryin' to hear what you dogs be barkin'\n[02:14.81] Read the headline, that was blast on today's Post\n[02:17.01] Dead King, thought he could ace Ghost\n[02:18.65] Queen, couldn't even jack Monk\n[02:18.86] Probably find him in Doc Doom's back trunk\n[02:22.22] Bdoodoodoo! I'm up at the Wu library\n[02:24.72] Readin Malcolm's, \". 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Yo what the fuck y'all comin' for?\n  start_ms: 74350\n  end_ms: 84860\n- text: Get the fuck away from my door!\n  start_ms: 84860\n  end_ms: 85810\n- text: We got big guns in here, coke over there\n  start_ms: 85810\n  end_ms: 87450\n- text: With blue bag and E pills stashed under the chair\n  start_ms: 87450\n  end_ms: 91350\n- text: And there's Boss Hog black and white pit with the pink lips\n  start_ms: 91350\n  end_ms: 94730\n- text: Stan thought he was soft 'til he bit his fingers\n  start_ms: 94730\n  end_ms: 96680\n- text: The shit had me dyin' yo, big fat nigga bleedin'\n  start_ms: 96680\n  end_ms: 99140\n- text: Big cat nigga all season\n  start_ms: 99140\n  end_ms: 100590\n- text: On the beach truck, stuck with Hawaiian ice\n  start_ms: 100590\n  end_ms: 102920\n- text: Diamond twice the whole city thought I bought FUBU\n  start_ms: 102920\n  end_ms: 105840\n- text: Blew you, authentic doo doo, picture the fog iced out\n  start_ms: 105840\n  end_ms: 108480\n- text: Eighteen karat rap between noodles\n  start_ms: 108480\n  end_ms: 111250\n- text: ()\n  start_ms: 111250\n  end_ms: 111430\n- text: (RZA)\n  start_ms: 111430\n  end_ms: 113330\n- text: Up at Killa Bee headquarters, full rips is poured up\n  start_ms: 113330\n  end_ms: 120380\n- text: I saw Johnny sippin' Henny from a iced out cup\n  start_ms: 120380\n  end_ms: 123250\n- text: Yo with the blunt, two-way vibratin' off the hip\n  start_ms: 123250\n  end_ms: 126350\n- text: I sit took, three drags off the honey-dip\n  start_ms: 126350\n  end_ms: 128470\n- text: Now what you talkin'? You see my gold fronts sparkin'?\n  start_ms: 128470\n  end_ms: 131130\n- text: Ain't tryin' to hear what you dogs be barkin'\n  start_ms: 131130\n  end_ms: 134810\n- text: Read the headline, that was blast on today's Post\n  start_ms: 134810\n  end_ms: 137010\n- text: Dead King, thought he could ace Ghost\n  start_ms: 137010\n  end_ms: 138650\n- text: Queen, couldn't even jack Monk\n  start_ms: 138650\n  end_ms: 138860\n- text: Probably find him in Doc Doom's back trunk\n  start_ms: 138860\n  end_ms: 142220\n- text: Bdoodoodoo! I'm up at the Wu library\n  start_ms: 142220\n  end_ms: 144720\n- text: Readin Malcolm's, \". Any Means Necessary\"\n  start_ms: 144720\n  end_ms: 147430\n- text: (Method Man)\n  start_ms: 147430\n  end_ms: 147820\n- text: John John, Bacardi straight up hold the ice\n  start_ms: 147820\n  end_ms: 149070\n- text: So nice like New York they had to name him twice\n  start_ms: 149070\n  end_ms: 151520\n- text: Name your price, I black out then change the lights\n  start_ms: 151520\n  end_ms: 153240\n- text: Give you the same advice that I gave my wife\n  start_ms: 153240\n  end_ms: 156230\n- text: Don't fuck with mine, Clan give you lumps in nine\n  start_ms: 156230\n  end_ms: 160280\n- text: Let the smoke cloud clear so the sun can shine\n  start_ms: 160280\n  end_ms: 162050\n- text: Culture shock, for some of us that's all we got\n  start_ms: 162050\n  end_ms: 162700\n- text: Whether you ball or not, you can all be shot\n  start_ms: 162700\n  end_ms: 166040\n- text: (Inspectah Deck)\n  start_ms: 166040\n  end_ms: 166290\n- text: New York, New York, legendary rhyme boss\n  start_ms: 166290\n  end_ms: 166370\n- text: Code name Charley Horse, bust with blind force\n  start_ms: 166370\n  end_ms: 170880\n- text: I smash set it and wreck for cash credit or check\n  start_ms: 170880\n  end_ms: 173080\n- text: You crabs test, can't measure the threat\n  start_ms: 173080\n  end_ms: 173200\n- text: I dance on a nigga like my name's Zab Judah\n  start_ms: 173200\n  end_ms: 178230\n- text: Rap barracuda, three XL kahuna\n  start_ms: 178230\n  end_ms: 179370\n- text: Sure to get it perkin' and cause a disturbance\n  start_ms: 179370\n  end_ms: 180760\n- text: I'm thirstin', feel what I feel then we can merge then\n  start_ms: 180760\n  end_ms: 184260\n- text: Creep it through the states in V8's and 12's\n  start_ms: 184260\n  end_ms: 184410\n- text: My weight's hell, fuck with me then brace yourself\n  start_ms: 184410\n  end_ms: 187240\n- text: The Noble, Sir I mass mogul\n  start_ms: 187240\n  end_ms: 190320\n- text: Known to blast vocals, and move global on you locals\n  start_ms: 190320\n  end_ms: 190470\n- text: (Masta Killa)\n  start_ms: 190470\n  end_ms: 192910\n- text: This is grown man talkin', coward I split your head\n  start_ms: 192910\n  end_ms: 195150\n- text: I'm from the East where the streets run red from the bloodshed\n  start_ms: 195150\n  end_ms: 197880\n- text: Hit Chef for the rice and peas\n  start_ms: 197880\n  end_ms: 200030\n- text: '''Nuff respect Father E tumbled at ease'\n  start_ms: 200030\n  end_ms: 201690\n- text: My brothers can't wait to squeeze the automatic\n  start_ms: 201690\n  end_ms: 202650\n- text: They need wreck like a drug dealer need a addict\n  start_ms: 202650\n  end_ms: 204560\n- text: Floatin' on the 95, sting like a killer bee\n  start_ms: 204560\n  end_ms: 209810\n- text: Your hands can't hit what your eyes can't see\n  start_ms: 209810\n  end_ms: 211280\n- text: (GZA)\n  start_ms: 211280\n  end_ms: 212070\n- text: From dark matter to the big crunch\n  start_ms: 212070\n  end_ms: 212290\n- text: The vocals came in a bunch without one punch\n  start_ms: 212290\n  end_ms: 214710\n- text: Rare glimpse from the, strictly advanced, proved unstoppable\n  start_ms: 214710\n  end_ms: 214900\n- text: Reputation enhanced, since the cause was probable\n  start_ms: 214900\n  end_ms: 220520\n- text: So you compare contrast but don't blast\n  start_ms: 220520\n  end_ms: 221990\n- text: Through extreme depths, with the pen I hold fast\n  start_ms: 221990\n  end_ms: 223860\n- text: Watch the block thirst for one became all\n  start_ms: 223860\n  end_ms: 225620\n- text: Shot 'em with the long forgotten rainfall\n  start_ms: 225620\n  end_ms: 229530\n- text: Delivered in a vivid fashion with simplicity\n  start_ms: 229530\n  end_ms: 233450\n- text: The blind couldn't verify the authenticity\n  start_ms: 233450\n  end_ms: 235100\n- text: The rhyme came from the pressure of heat\n  start_ms: 235100\n  end_ms: 238410\n- text: Then it was laid out, on the ground to pave streets\n  start_ms: 238410\n  end_ms: 247240\n- text: ()\n  start_ms: 247240\n  end_ms: 247900\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 247900\nplain: |-\n  Yo. yeah\n  Don't erase none of that good shit in the beginnin'\n  Yo. spill drinks on ya, get stank on ya\n  Yo. yo. pinky ring shit, yo\n  That pinky ring shit yo\n\n  It's that pinky ring shit, the legend of masked kid\n  Shoot out the speakers when my guns get jurassic\n  Superbad, who am I? Dolemite classic\n  The vandal's back, hands on Angela Bassett\n  I handle my plastic, gunplay I mastered\n  No coke, dope mixed down with acid on record\n  Broken down and crafted in seconds\n  Lady's choice, the golden voice still peppered\n  Better, respect it, bitch believe\n  I pull rabbits out the hat, tricks up my sleeves\n  I air out the showroom, the shit can breathe\n  Fix your weave, behold my expertise\n\n  (Wu-Tang Clan)\n  I got my uzi back\n  You dudes is wack\n  Face it the Wu is back\n  (Raekwon the Chef)\n  Take it back to the people, leanin' gettin' rec room punch\n  We in them authentic alley switchin joints\n  Major general niggas, five stars\n  Both arms rock when coke dropped we read a hundred niggas' palms\n  Silencers, garbage bags of hash\n  For every cop we paid retired now the nigga on smash\n  Gash you out your burner fast\n  You swing down hatin' me now respect get your fingers off the glass\n\n  ()\n\n  (Ghostface Killah)\n  Yo what the fuck yo?! Yo what the fuck y'all comin' for?\n  Get the fuck away from my door!\n  We got big guns in here, coke over there\n  With blue bag and E pills stashed under the chair\n  And there's Boss Hog black and white pit with the pink lips\n  Stan thought he was soft 'til he bit his fingers\n  The shit had me dyin' yo, big fat nigga bleedin'\n  Big cat nigga all season\n  On the beach truck, stuck with Hawaiian ice\n  Diamond twice the whole city thought I bought FUBU\n  Blew you, authentic doo doo, picture the fog iced out\n  Eighteen karat rap between noodles\n\n  ()\n\n  (RZA)\n  Up at Killa Bee headquarters, full rips is poured up\n  I saw Johnny sippin' Henny from a iced out cup\n  Yo with the blunt, two-way vibratin' off the hip\n  I sit took, three drags off the honey-dip\n  Now what you talkin'? You see my gold fronts sparkin'?\n  Ain't tryin' to hear what you dogs be barkin'\n  Read the headline, that was blast on today's Post\n  Dead King, thought he could ace Ghost\n  Queen, couldn't even jack Monk\n  Probably find him in Doc Doom's back trunk\n  Bdoodoodoo! I'm up at the Wu library\n  Readin Malcolm's, \". Any Means Necessary\"\n\n  (Method Man)\n  John John, Bacardi straight up hold the ice\n  So nice like New York they had to name him twice\n  Name your price, I black out then change the lights\n  Give you the same advice that I gave my wife\n  Don't fuck with mine, Clan give you lumps in nine\n  Let the smoke cloud clear so the sun can shine\n  Culture shock, for some of us that's all we got\n  Whether you ball or not, you can all be shot\n\n  (Inspectah Deck)\n  New York, New York, legendary rhyme boss\n  Code name Charley Horse, bust with blind force\n  I smash set it and wreck for cash credit or check\n  You crabs test, can't measure the threat\n  I dance on a nigga like my name's Zab Judah\n  Rap barracuda, three XL kahuna\n  Sure to get it perkin' and cause a disturbance\n  I'm thirstin', feel what I feel then we can merge then\n  Creep it through the states in V8's and 12's\n  My weight's hell, fuck with me then brace yourself\n  The Noble, Sir I mass mogul\n  Known to blast vocals, and move global on you locals\n\n  (Masta Killa)\n  This is grown man talkin', coward I split your head\n  I'm from the East where the streets run red from the bloodshed\n  Hit Chef for the rice and peas\n  'Nuff respect Father E tumbled at ease\n  My brothers can't wait to squeeze the automatic\n  They need wreck like a drug dealer need a addict\n  Floatin' on the 95, sting like a killer bee\n  Your hands can't hit what your eyes can't see\n\n  (GZA)\n  From dark matter to the big crunch\n  The vocals came in a bunch without one punch\n  Rare glimpse from the, strictly advanced, proved unstoppable\n  Reputation enhanced, since the cause was probable\n  So you compare contrast but don't blast\n  Through extreme depths, with the pen I hold fast\n  Watch the block thirst for one became all\n  Shot 'em with the long forgotten rainfall\n  Delivered in a vivid fashion with simplicity\n  The blind couldn't verify the authenticity\n  The rhyme came from the pressure of heat\n  Then it was laid out, on the ground to pave streets\n\n  ()\n"}]