[{"id":32229709,"name":"Restless(Intro)","trackName":"Restless(Intro)","artistName":"Xzibit","albumName":"Xzibit-Restless_LP-(retail)","duration":66.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"You are now tuned in to the ultimate sounds. of Dr. Dre\nYou know what time it is!\nXzibit steps up to the mic\nlayin down the hard-core, real raw, underground\nMy name is KRS-One, and it's REAL!!\n\nWell it's me, down with D-R-E\nX to the Z rocks any party\nRocks the beats, and the breaks\nRocks the cocks off the whores in the place\nCause suckers shake, while I'm creatin\nThey get together and they start to hatin\nHow can we take him out one time\ncause he brought back the West with the freshest rhymes\nI might go first, and he'll go second\nI'll wreck 'em, deck 'em, set it, just checkin your mic\nDroppin hot shit I like\nSo throw up your hands bitch, run your ice\nCause I'll go third, and he'll go fourth\nBy the fifth eat shit, you'll step off\nSix is your beatdown, your title is seven\nTakin out your four man crew makes eleven\nBy the twelveth I go for self\nRockin L.A. like no one else.\nYou can check any rapper from the underground scene\nbut few have dropped hot shit and seen green\nSome have dope twelve inches, count 'em\nBut not many niggaz have slammin albums\nX to the Z rocks consistantly\nI'm Criminal Minded so don't fuck with me\nWhy? Well that's my secret baby\nI don't take shit, so fuck you, pay me\nSo you can call me, a public servant\nNot a king but a teacher I believe I've earned it\nSo I just walk, or ride my bike\nand bust on the +Up In Smoke+ stage tonight\nGive me a chance and I'll rock the house\nBut let a motherfucker try to take me out\nCause male or female, I will strangle\nIf it's a label, they have to untangle\nAdidas, chains, jerseys, braids\nBandanas hangin off the end of my gauge\nStep right up if that's what you like\nbut watch your bitch, I catch hoes like a dyke\nIn the night at a height right for flight\nWay out of sight, you bite, I recite\nMy chain shine bright, plus my kicks stay white\nas your faggot CEO say, Well alright!\n. I am your mentor\nHistory is mine, it's time you surrender motherfuckers\nand just back up quickly\nYour style is sickly but you persist to get me\nor outwit me with the style that I created\nyears ago when I was sellin powder to the hoes\nOh, all of a sudden you don't know\nor can't remember can't recall can't bring to mind\nthat rhyme that place do not chase\nI run a marathon a race of rhymes in your FACE\nIn case you hate I won't write no tough rap\nFuck with me get your whole FAMILY kidnapped\n\nYo Xzibit! Show these motherfuckers man!\nI don't think they understand this shit!\nBreak this shit over they backs!\n\nI don't dress up to rap or keep a hairdo\nI only grab a nine to bust holes in your crew\nI deny your existence as artists\nYou puttin out a record expectin to chart but it's weak\nbut when you speak through the microphone\nyou fail to realize, nope, you're not alone on the earth\nThe light comes forth cause Mr. X\nIntelligence, smoke and guns manifest in the flesh\nI snatch the mic and get hype\nBehave, before you make the news front page\nHeaded for the grave and the wake\nSo save your microscopic miniature small talk and WALK\nAnd put a little pep in your step\nX to the Z will destroy any motherfuckin rep-utation\nin the nation, in creation\nAll you assholes in ANY occupation\nLike rappers with nothin to say\nI CRUSH 'EM like chronic and then smoke 'em with Dre\nCause no matter how fatter the wallet, I'd rather\ngather together and splatter\nwhatever egotistic bullshit, the game is over\nwhen you push the record but don't push the culture\n\nBreakin, emceein, graffiti art, deejayin, beatboxin\nYo Xzibit, keep rockin!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Restless(Intro)\n  artist: Xzibit\n  album: Xzibit-Restless_LP-(retail)\n  duration_ms: 66000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  You are now tuned in to the ultimate sounds. of Dr. Dre\n  You know what time it is!\n  Xzibit steps up to the mic\n  layin down the hard-core, real raw, underground\n  My name is KRS-One, and it's REAL!!\n\n  Well it's me, down with D-R-E\n  X to the Z rocks any party\n  Rocks the beats, and the breaks\n  Rocks the cocks off the whores in the place\n  Cause suckers shake, while I'm creatin\n  They get together and they start to hatin\n  How can we take him out one time\n  cause he brought back the West with the freshest rhymes\n  I might go first, and he'll go second\n  I'll wreck 'em, deck 'em, set it, just checkin your mic\n  Droppin hot shit I like\n  So throw up your hands bitch, run your ice\n  Cause I'll go third, and he'll go fourth\n  By the fifth eat shit, you'll step off\n  Six is your beatdown, your title is seven\n  Takin out your four man crew makes eleven\n  By the twelveth I go for self\n  Rockin L.A. like no one else.\n  You can check any rapper from the underground scene\n  but few have dropped hot shit and seen green\n  Some have dope twelve inches, count 'em\n  But not many niggaz have slammin albums\n  X to the Z rocks consistantly\n  I'm Criminal Minded so don't fuck with me\n  Why? Well that's my secret baby\n  I don't take shit, so fuck you, pay me\n  So you can call me, a public servant\n  Not a king but a teacher I believe I've earned it\n  So I just walk, or ride my bike\n  and bust on the +Up In Smoke+ stage tonight\n  Give me a chance and I'll rock the house\n  But let a motherfucker try to take me out\n  Cause male or female, I will strangle\n  If it's a label, they have to untangle\n  Adidas, chains, jerseys, braids\n  Bandanas hangin off the end of my gauge\n  Step right up if that's what you like\n  but watch your bitch, I catch hoes like a dyke\n  In the night at a height right for flight\n  Way out of sight, you bite, I recite\n  My chain shine bright, plus my kicks stay white\n  as your faggot CEO say, Well alright!\n  . I am your mentor\n  History is mine, it's time you surrender motherfuckers\n  and just back up quickly\n  Your style is sickly but you persist to get me\n  or outwit me with the style that I created\n  years ago when I was sellin powder to the hoes\n  Oh, all of a sudden you don't know\n  or can't remember can't recall can't bring to mind\n  that rhyme that place do not chase\n  I run a marathon a race of rhymes in your FACE\n  In case you hate I won't write no tough rap\n  Fuck with me get your whole FAMILY kidnapped\n\n  Yo Xzibit! Show these motherfuckers man!\n  I don't think they understand this shit!\n  Break this shit over they backs!\n\n  I don't dress up to rap or keep a hairdo\n  I only grab a nine to bust holes in your crew\n  I deny your existence as artists\n  You puttin out a record expectin to chart but it's weak\n  but when you speak through the microphone\n  you fail to realize, nope, you're not alone on the earth\n  The light comes forth cause Mr. X\n  Intelligence, smoke and guns manifest in the flesh\n  I snatch the mic and get hype\n  Behave, before you make the news front page\n  Headed for the grave and the wake\n  So save your microscopic miniature small talk and WALK\n  And put a little pep in your step\n  X to the Z will destroy any motherfuckin rep-utation\n  in the nation, in creation\n  All you assholes in ANY occupation\n  Like rappers with nothin to say\n  I CRUSH 'EM like chronic and then smoke 'em with Dre\n  Cause no matter how fatter the wallet, I'd rather\n  gather together and splatter\n  whatever egotistic bullshit, the game is over\n  when you push the record but don't push the culture\n\n  Breakin, emceein, graffiti art, deejayin, beatboxin\n  Yo Xzibit, keep rockin!\n"},{"id":17295760,"name":"Restless(Intro)","trackName":"Restless(Intro)","artistName":"Xzibit","albumName":"Xzibit-Restless_LP-(retail)","duration":75.137333,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"You are now tuned in to the ultimate sounds. of Dr. Dre\nYou know what time it is!\nXzibit steps up to the mic\nlayin down the hard-core, real raw, underground\nMy name is KRS-One, and it's REAL!!\n\nWell it's me, down with D-R-E\nX to the Z rocks any party\nRocks the beats, and the breaks\nRocks the cocks off the whores in the place\nCause suckers shake, while I'm creatin\nThey get together and they start to hatin\nHow can we take him out one time\ncause he brought back the West with the freshest rhymes\nI might go first, and he'll go second\nI'll wreck 'em, deck 'em, set it, just checkin your mic\nDroppin hot shit I like\nSo throw up your hands bitch, run your ice\nCause I'll go third, and he'll go fourth\nBy the fifth eat shit, you'll step off\nSix is your beatdown, your title is seven\nTakin out your four man crew makes eleven\nBy the twelveth I go for self\nRockin L.A. like no one else.\nYou can check any rapper from the underground scene\nbut few have dropped hot shit and seen green\nSome have dope twelve inches, count 'em\nBut not many niggaz have slammin albums\nX to the Z rocks consistantly\nI'm Criminal Minded so don't fuck with me\nWhy? Well that's my secret baby\nI don't take shit, so fuck you, pay me\nSo you can call me, a public servant\nNot a king but a teacher I believe I've earned it\nSo I just walk, or ride my bike\nand bust on the +Up In Smoke+ stage tonight\nGive me a chance and I'll rock the house\nBut let a motherfucker try to take me out\nCause male or female, I will strangle\nIf it's a label, they have to untangle\nAdidas, chains, jerseys, braids\nBandanas hangin off the end of my gauge\nStep right up if that's what you like\nbut watch your bitch, I catch hoes like a dyke\nIn the night at a height right for flight\nWay out of sight, you bite, I recite\nMy chain shine bright, plus my kicks stay white\nas your faggot CEO say, Well alright!\n. I am your mentor\nHistory is mine, it's time you surrender motherfuckers\nand just back up quickly\nYour style is sickly but you persist to get me\nor outwit me with the style that I created\nyears ago when I was sellin powder to the hoes\nOh, all of a sudden you don't know\nor can't remember can't recall can't bring to mind\nthat rhyme that place do not chase\nI run a marathon a race of rhymes in your FACE\nIn case you hate I won't write no tough rap\nFuck with me get your whole FAMILY kidnapped\n\nYo Xzibit! Show these motherfuckers man!\nI don't think they understand this shit!\nBreak this shit over they backs!\n\nI don't dress up to rap or keep a hairdo\nI only grab a nine to bust holes in your crew\nI deny your existence as artists\nYou puttin out a record expectin to chart but it's weak\nbut when you speak through the microphone\nyou fail to realize, nope, you're not alone on the earth\nThe light comes forth cause Mr. X\nIntelligence, smoke and guns manifest in the flesh\nI snatch the mic and get hype\nBehave, before you make the news front page\nHeaded for the grave and the wake\nSo save your microscopic miniature small talk and WALK\nAnd put a little pep in your step\nX to the Z will destroy any motherfuckin rep-utation\nin the nation, in creation\nAll you assholes in ANY occupation\nLike rappers with nothin to say\nI CRUSH 'EM like chronic and then smoke 'em with Dre\nCause no matter how fatter the wallet, I'd rather\ngather together and splatter\nwhatever egotistic bullshit, the game is over\nwhen you push the record but don't push the culture\n\nBreakin, emceein, graffiti art, deejayin, beatboxin\nYo Xzibit, keep rockin!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Restless(Intro)\n  artist: Xzibit\n  album: Xzibit-Restless_LP-(retail)\n  duration_ms: 75137\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  You are now tuned in to the ultimate sounds. of Dr. Dre\n  You know what time it is!\n  Xzibit steps up to the mic\n  layin down the hard-core, real raw, underground\n  My name is KRS-One, and it's REAL!!\n\n  Well it's me, down with D-R-E\n  X to the Z rocks any party\n  Rocks the beats, and the breaks\n  Rocks the cocks off the whores in the place\n  Cause suckers shake, while I'm creatin\n  They get together and they start to hatin\n  How can we take him out one time\n  cause he brought back the West with the freshest rhymes\n  I might go first, and he'll go second\n  I'll wreck 'em, deck 'em, set it, just checkin your mic\n  Droppin hot shit I like\n  So throw up your hands bitch, run your ice\n  Cause I'll go third, and he'll go fourth\n  By the fifth eat shit, you'll step off\n  Six is your beatdown, your title is seven\n  Takin out your four man crew makes eleven\n  By the twelveth I go for self\n  Rockin L.A. like no one else.\n  You can check any rapper from the underground scene\n  but few have dropped hot shit and seen green\n  Some have dope twelve inches, count 'em\n  But not many niggaz have slammin albums\n  X to the Z rocks consistantly\n  I'm Criminal Minded so don't fuck with me\n  Why? Well that's my secret baby\n  I don't take shit, so fuck you, pay me\n  So you can call me, a public servant\n  Not a king but a teacher I believe I've earned it\n  So I just walk, or ride my bike\n  and bust on the +Up In Smoke+ stage tonight\n  Give me a chance and I'll rock the house\n  But let a motherfucker try to take me out\n  Cause male or female, I will strangle\n  If it's a label, they have to untangle\n  Adidas, chains, jerseys, braids\n  Bandanas hangin off the end of my gauge\n  Step right up if that's what you like\n  but watch your bitch, I catch hoes like a dyke\n  In the night at a height right for flight\n  Way out of sight, you bite, I recite\n  My chain shine bright, plus my kicks stay white\n  as your faggot CEO say, Well alright!\n  . I am your mentor\n  History is mine, it's time you surrender motherfuckers\n  and just back up quickly\n  Your style is sickly but you persist to get me\n  or outwit me with the style that I created\n  years ago when I was sellin powder to the hoes\n  Oh, all of a sudden you don't know\n  or can't remember can't recall can't bring to mind\n  that rhyme that place do not chase\n  I run a marathon a race of rhymes in your FACE\n  In case you hate I won't write no tough rap\n  Fuck with me get your whole FAMILY kidnapped\n\n  Yo Xzibit! Show these motherfuckers man!\n  I don't think they understand this shit!\n  Break this shit over they backs!\n\n  I don't dress up to rap or keep a hairdo\n  I only grab a nine to bust holes in your crew\n  I deny your existence as artists\n  You puttin out a record expectin to chart but it's weak\n  but when you speak through the microphone\n  you fail to realize, nope, you're not alone on the earth\n  The light comes forth cause Mr. X\n  Intelligence, smoke and guns manifest in the flesh\n  I snatch the mic and get hype\n  Behave, before you make the news front page\n  Headed for the grave and the wake\n  So save your microscopic miniature small talk and WALK\n  And put a little pep in your step\n  X to the Z will destroy any motherfuckin rep-utation\n  in the nation, in creation\n  All you assholes in ANY occupation\n  Like rappers with nothin to say\n  I CRUSH 'EM like chronic and then smoke 'em with Dre\n  Cause no matter how fatter the wallet, I'd rather\n  gather together and splatter\n  whatever egotistic bullshit, the game is over\n  when you push the record but don't push the culture\n\n  Breakin, emceein, graffiti art, deejayin, beatboxin\n  Yo Xzibit, keep rockin!\n"},{"id":20276092,"name":"Intro/Restless","trackName":"Intro/Restless","artistName":"Xzibit","albumName":"Restless","duration":77.290312,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"You are now tuned in to the ultimate sounds. of Dr. Dre\nYou know what time it is!\nXzibit steps up to the mic\nlayin down the hard-core, real raw, underground\nMy name is KRS-One, and it's REAL!!\n\nWell it's me, down with D-R-E\nX to the Z rocks any party\nRocks the beats, and the breaks\nRocks the cocks off the whores in the place\nCause suckers shake, while I'm creatin\nThey get together and they start to hatin\nHow can we take him out one time\ncause he brought back the West with the freshest rhymes\nI might go first, and he'll go second\nI'll wreck 'em, deck 'em, set it, just checkin your mic\nDroppin hot shit I like\nSo throw up your hands bitch, run your ice\nCause I'll go third, and he'll go fourth\nBy the fifth eat shit, you'll step off\nSix is your beatdown, your title is seven\nTakin out your four man crew makes eleven\nBy the twelveth I go for self\nRockin L.A. like no one else.\nYou can check any rapper from the underground scene\nbut few have dropped hot shit and seen green\nSome have dope twelve inches, count 'em\nBut not many niggaz have slammin albums\nX to the Z rocks consistantly\nI'm Criminal Minded so don't fuck with me\nWhy? Well that's my secret baby\nI don't take shit, so fuck you, pay me\nSo you can call me, a public servant\nNot a king but a teacher I believe I've earned it\nSo I just walk, or ride my bike\nand bust on the +Up In Smoke+ stage tonight\nGive me a chance and I'll rock the house\nBut let a motherfucker try to take me out\nCause male or female, I will strangle\nIf it's a label, they have to untangle\nAdidas, chains, jerseys, braids\nBandanas hangin off the end of my gauge\nStep right up if that's what you like\nbut watch your bitch, I catch hoes like a dyke\nIn the night at a height right for flight\nWay out of sight, you bite, I recite\nMy chain shine bright, plus my kicks stay white\nas your faggot CEO say, Well alright!\n. I am your mentor\nHistory is mine, it's time you surrender motherfuckers\nand just back up quickly\nYour style is sickly but you persist to get me\nor outwit me with the style that I created\nyears ago when I was sellin powder to the hoes\nOh, all of a sudden you don't know\nor can't remember can't recall can't bring to mind\nthat rhyme that place do not chase\nI run a marathon a race of rhymes in your FACE\nIn case you hate I won't write no tough rap\nFuck with me get your whole FAMILY kidnapped\n\nYo Xzibit! Show these motherfuckers man!\nI don't think they understand this shit!\nBreak this shit over they backs!\n\nI don't dress up to rap or keep a hairdo\nI only grab a nine to bust holes in your crew\nI deny your existence as artists\nYou puttin out a record expectin to chart but it's weak\nbut when you speak through the microphone\nyou fail to realize, nope, you're not alone on the earth\nThe light comes forth cause Mr. X\nIntelligence, smoke and guns manifest in the flesh\nI snatch the mic and get hype\nBehave, before you make the news front page\nHeaded for the grave and the wake\nSo save your microscopic miniature small talk and WALK\nAnd put a little pep in your step\nX to the Z will destroy any motherfuckin rep-utation\nin the nation, in creation\nAll you assholes in ANY occupation\nLike rappers with nothin to say\nI CRUSH 'EM like chronic and then smoke 'em with Dre\nCause no matter how fatter the wallet, I'd rather\ngather together and splatter\nwhatever egotistic bullshit, the game is over\nwhen you push the record but don't push the culture\n\nBreakin, emceein, graffiti art, deejayin, beatboxin\nYo Xzibit, keep rockin!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Intro/Restless\n  artist: Xzibit\n  album: Restless\n  duration_ms: 77290\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  You are now tuned in to the ultimate sounds. of Dr. Dre\n  You know what time it is!\n  Xzibit steps up to the mic\n  layin down the hard-core, real raw, underground\n  My name is KRS-One, and it's REAL!!\n\n  Well it's me, down with D-R-E\n  X to the Z rocks any party\n  Rocks the beats, and the breaks\n  Rocks the cocks off the whores in the place\n  Cause suckers shake, while I'm creatin\n  They get together and they start to hatin\n  How can we take him out one time\n  cause he brought back the West with the freshest rhymes\n  I might go first, and he'll go second\n  I'll wreck 'em, deck 'em, set it, just checkin your mic\n  Droppin hot shit I like\n  So throw up your hands bitch, run your ice\n  Cause I'll go third, and he'll go fourth\n  By the fifth eat shit, you'll step off\n  Six is your beatdown, your title is seven\n  Takin out your four man crew makes eleven\n  By the twelveth I go for self\n  Rockin L.A. like no one else.\n  You can check any rapper from the underground scene\n  but few have dropped hot shit and seen green\n  Some have dope twelve inches, count 'em\n  But not many niggaz have slammin albums\n  X to the Z rocks consistantly\n  I'm Criminal Minded so don't fuck with me\n  Why? Well that's my secret baby\n  I don't take shit, so fuck you, pay me\n  So you can call me, a public servant\n  Not a king but a teacher I believe I've earned it\n  So I just walk, or ride my bike\n  and bust on the +Up In Smoke+ stage tonight\n  Give me a chance and I'll rock the house\n  But let a motherfucker try to take me out\n  Cause male or female, I will strangle\n  If it's a label, they have to untangle\n  Adidas, chains, jerseys, braids\n  Bandanas hangin off the end of my gauge\n  Step right up if that's what you like\n  but watch your bitch, I catch hoes like a dyke\n  In the night at a height right for flight\n  Way out of sight, you bite, I recite\n  My chain shine bright, plus my kicks stay white\n  as your faggot CEO say, Well alright!\n  . I am your mentor\n  History is mine, it's time you surrender motherfuckers\n  and just back up quickly\n  Your style is sickly but you persist to get me\n  or outwit me with the style that I created\n  years ago when I was sellin powder to the hoes\n  Oh, all of a sudden you don't know\n  or can't remember can't recall can't bring to mind\n  that rhyme that place do not chase\n  I run a marathon a race of rhymes in your FACE\n  In case you hate I won't write no tough rap\n  Fuck with me get your whole FAMILY kidnapped\n\n  Yo Xzibit! Show these motherfuckers man!\n  I don't think they understand this shit!\n  Break this shit over they backs!\n\n  I don't dress up to rap or keep a hairdo\n  I only grab a nine to bust holes in your crew\n  I deny your existence as artists\n  You puttin out a record expectin to chart but it's weak\n  but when you speak through the microphone\n  you fail to realize, nope, you're not alone on the earth\n  The light comes forth cause Mr. X\n  Intelligence, smoke and guns manifest in the flesh\n  I snatch the mic and get hype\n  Behave, before you make the news front page\n  Headed for the grave and the wake\n  So save your microscopic miniature small talk and WALK\n  And put a little pep in your step\n  X to the Z will destroy any motherfuckin rep-utation\n  in the nation, in creation\n  All you assholes in ANY occupation\n  Like rappers with nothin to say\n  I CRUSH 'EM like chronic and then smoke 'em with Dre\n  Cause no matter how fatter the wallet, I'd rather\n  gather together and splatter\n  whatever egotistic bullshit, the game is over\n  when you push the record but don't push the culture\n\n  Breakin, emceein, graffiti art, deejayin, beatboxin\n  Yo Xzibit, keep rockin!\n"},{"id":18347289,"name":"Intro⁄Restless","trackName":"Intro⁄Restless","artistName":"Xzibit","albumName":"Restless","duration":75.2,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"You are now tuned in to the ultimate sounds. of Dr. Dre\nYou know what time it is!\nXzibit steps up to the mic\nlayin down the hard-core, real raw, underground\nMy name is KRS-One, and it's REAL!!\n\nWell it's me, down with D-R-E\nX to the Z rocks any party\nRocks the beats, and the breaks\nRocks the cocks off the whores in the place\nCause suckers shake, while I'm creatin\nThey get together and they start to hatin\nHow can we take him out one time\ncause he brought back the West with the freshest rhymes\nI might go first, and he'll go second\nI'll wreck 'em, deck 'em, set it, just checkin your mic\nDroppin hot shit I like\nSo throw up your hands bitch, run your ice\nCause I'll go third, and he'll go fourth\nBy the fifth eat shit, you'll step off\nSix is your beatdown, your title is seven\nTakin out your four man crew makes eleven\nBy the twelveth I go for self\nRockin L.A. like no one else.\nYou can check any rapper from the underground scene\nbut few have dropped hot shit and seen green\nSome have dope twelve inches, count 'em\nBut not many niggaz have slammin albums\nX to the Z rocks consistantly\nI'm Criminal Minded so don't fuck with me\nWhy? Well that's my secret baby\nI don't take shit, so fuck you, pay me\nSo you can call me, a public servant\nNot a king but a teacher I believe I've earned it\nSo I just walk, or ride my bike\nand bust on the +Up In Smoke+ stage tonight\nGive me a chance and I'll rock the house\nBut let a motherfucker try to take me out\nCause male or female, I will strangle\nIf it's a label, they have to untangle\nAdidas, chains, jerseys, braids\nBandanas hangin off the end of my gauge\nStep right up if that's what you like\nbut watch your bitch, I catch hoes like a dyke\nIn the night at a height right for flight\nWay out of sight, you bite, I recite\nMy chain shine bright, plus my kicks stay white\nas your faggot CEO say, Well alright!\n. I am your mentor\nHistory is mine, it's time you surrender motherfuckers\nand just back up quickly\nYour style is sickly but you persist to get me\nor outwit me with the style that I created\nyears ago when I was sellin powder to the hoes\nOh, all of a sudden you don't know\nor can't remember can't recall can't bring to mind\nthat rhyme that place do not chase\nI run a marathon a race of rhymes in your FACE\nIn case you hate I won't write no tough rap\nFuck with me get your whole FAMILY kidnapped\n\nYo Xzibit! Show these motherfuckers man!\nI don't think they understand this shit!\nBreak this shit over they backs!\n\nI don't dress up to rap or keep a hairdo\nI only grab a nine to bust holes in your crew\nI deny your existence as artists\nYou puttin out a record expectin to chart but it's weak\nbut when you speak through the microphone\nyou fail to realize, nope, you're not alone on the earth\nThe light comes forth cause Mr. X\nIntelligence, smoke and guns manifest in the flesh\nI snatch the mic and get hype\nBehave, before you make the news front page\nHeaded for the grave and the wake\nSo save your microscopic miniature small talk and WALK\nAnd put a little pep in your step\nX to the Z will destroy any motherfuckin rep-utation\nin the nation, in creation\nAll you assholes in ANY occupation\nLike rappers with nothin to say\nI CRUSH 'EM like chronic and then smoke 'em with Dre\nCause no matter how fatter the wallet, I'd rather\ngather together and splatter\nwhatever egotistic bullshit, the game is over\nwhen you push the record but don't push the culture\n\nBreakin, emceein, graffiti art, deejayin, beatboxin\nYo Xzibit, keep rockin!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Intro⁄Restless\n  artist: Xzibit\n  album: Restless\n  duration_ms: 75200\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  You are now tuned in to the ultimate sounds. of Dr. Dre\n  You know what time it is!\n  Xzibit steps up to the mic\n  layin down the hard-core, real raw, underground\n  My name is KRS-One, and it's REAL!!\n\n  Well it's me, down with D-R-E\n  X to the Z rocks any party\n  Rocks the beats, and the breaks\n  Rocks the cocks off the whores in the place\n  Cause suckers shake, while I'm creatin\n  They get together and they start to hatin\n  How can we take him out one time\n  cause he brought back the West with the freshest rhymes\n  I might go first, and he'll go second\n  I'll wreck 'em, deck 'em, set it, just checkin your mic\n  Droppin hot shit I like\n  So throw up your hands bitch, run your ice\n  Cause I'll go third, and he'll go fourth\n  By the fifth eat shit, you'll step off\n  Six is your beatdown, your title is seven\n  Takin out your four man crew makes eleven\n  By the twelveth I go for self\n  Rockin L.A. like no one else.\n  You can check any rapper from the underground scene\n  but few have dropped hot shit and seen green\n  Some have dope twelve inches, count 'em\n  But not many niggaz have slammin albums\n  X to the Z rocks consistantly\n  I'm Criminal Minded so don't fuck with me\n  Why? Well that's my secret baby\n  I don't take shit, so fuck you, pay me\n  So you can call me, a public servant\n  Not a king but a teacher I believe I've earned it\n  So I just walk, or ride my bike\n  and bust on the +Up In Smoke+ stage tonight\n  Give me a chance and I'll rock the house\n  But let a motherfucker try to take me out\n  Cause male or female, I will strangle\n  If it's a label, they have to untangle\n  Adidas, chains, jerseys, braids\n  Bandanas hangin off the end of my gauge\n  Step right up if that's what you like\n  but watch your bitch, I catch hoes like a dyke\n  In the night at a height right for flight\n  Way out of sight, you bite, I recite\n  My chain shine bright, plus my kicks stay white\n  as your faggot CEO say, Well alright!\n  . I am your mentor\n  History is mine, it's time you surrender motherfuckers\n  and just back up quickly\n  Your style is sickly but you persist to get me\n  or outwit me with the style that I created\n  years ago when I was sellin powder to the hoes\n  Oh, all of a sudden you don't know\n  or can't remember can't recall can't bring to mind\n  that rhyme that place do not chase\n  I run a marathon a race of rhymes in your FACE\n  In case you hate I won't write no tough rap\n  Fuck with me get your whole FAMILY kidnapped\n\n  Yo Xzibit! Show these motherfuckers man!\n  I don't think they understand this shit!\n  Break this shit over they backs!\n\n  I don't dress up to rap or keep a hairdo\n  I only grab a nine to bust holes in your crew\n  I deny your existence as artists\n  You puttin out a record expectin to chart but it's weak\n  but when you speak through the microphone\n  you fail to realize, nope, you're not alone on the earth\n  The light comes forth cause Mr. X\n  Intelligence, smoke and guns manifest in the flesh\n  I snatch the mic and get hype\n  Behave, before you make the news front page\n  Headed for the grave and the wake\n  So save your microscopic miniature small talk and WALK\n  And put a little pep in your step\n  X to the Z will destroy any motherfuckin rep-utation\n  in the nation, in creation\n  All you assholes in ANY occupation\n  Like rappers with nothin to say\n  I CRUSH 'EM like chronic and then smoke 'em with Dre\n  Cause no matter how fatter the wallet, I'd rather\n  gather together and splatter\n  whatever egotistic bullshit, the game is over\n  when you push the record but don't push the culture\n\n  Breakin, emceein, graffiti art, deejayin, beatboxin\n  Yo Xzibit, keep rockin!\n"},{"id":11362002,"name":"Intro/Restless","trackName":"Intro/Restless","artistName":"Xzibit","albumName":"Restless","duration":74.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"You are now tuned in to the ultimate sounds. of Dr. Dre\nYou know what time it is!\nXzibit steps up to the mic\nlayin down the hard-core, real raw, underground\nMy name is KRS-One, and it's REAL!!\n\nWell it's me, down with D-R-E\nX to the Z rocks any party\nRocks the beats, and the breaks\nRocks the cocks off the whores in the place\nCause suckers shake, while I'm creatin\nThey get together and they start to hatin\nHow can we take him out one time\ncause he brought back the West with the freshest rhymes\nI might go first, and he'll go second\nI'll wreck 'em, deck 'em, set it, just checkin your mic\nDroppin hot shit I like\nSo throw up your hands bitch, run your ice\nCause I'll go third, and he'll go fourth\nBy the fifth eat shit, you'll step off\nSix is your beatdown, your title is seven\nTakin out your four man crew makes eleven\nBy the twelveth I go for self\nRockin L.A. like no one else.\nYou can check any rapper from the underground scene\nbut few have dropped hot shit and seen green\nSome have dope twelve inches, count 'em\nBut not many niggaz have slammin albums\nX to the Z rocks consistantly\nI'm Criminal Minded so don't fuck with me\nWhy? Well that's my secret baby\nI don't take shit, so fuck you, pay me\nSo you can call me, a public servant\nNot a king but a teacher I believe I've earned it\nSo I just walk, or ride my bike\nand bust on the +Up In Smoke+ stage tonight\nGive me a chance and I'll rock the house\nBut let a motherfucker try to take me out\nCause male or female, I will strangle\nIf it's a label, they have to untangle\nAdidas, chains, jerseys, braids\nBandanas hangin off the end of my gauge\nStep right up if that's what you like\nbut watch your bitch, I catch hoes like a dyke\nIn the night at a height right for flight\nWay out of sight, you bite, I recite\nMy chain shine bright, plus my kicks stay white\nas your faggot CEO say, Well alright!\n. I am your mentor\nHistory is mine, it's time you surrender motherfuckers\nand just back up quickly\nYour style is sickly but you persist to get me\nor outwit me with the style that I created\nyears ago when I was sellin powder to the hoes\nOh, all of a sudden you don't know\nor can't remember can't recall can't bring to mind\nthat rhyme that place do not chase\nI run a marathon a race of rhymes in your FACE\nIn case you hate I won't write no tough rap\nFuck with me get your whole FAMILY kidnapped\n\nYo Xzibit! Show these motherfuckers man!\nI don't think they understand this shit!\nBreak this shit over they backs!\n\nI don't dress up to rap or keep a hairdo\nI only grab a nine to bust holes in your crew\nI deny your existence as artists\nYou puttin out a record expectin to chart but it's weak\nbut when you speak through the microphone\nyou fail to realize, nope, you're not alone on the earth\nThe light comes forth cause Mr. X\nIntelligence, smoke and guns manifest in the flesh\nI snatch the mic and get hype\nBehave, before you make the news front page\nHeaded for the grave and the wake\nSo save your microscopic miniature small talk and WALK\nAnd put a little pep in your step\nX to the Z will destroy any motherfuckin rep-utation\nin the nation, in creation\nAll you assholes in ANY occupation\nLike rappers with nothin to say\nI CRUSH 'EM like chronic and then smoke 'em with Dre\nCause no matter how fatter the wallet, I'd rather\ngather together and splatter\nwhatever egotistic bullshit, the game is over\nwhen you push the record but don't push the culture\n\nBreakin, emceein, graffiti art, deejayin, beatboxin\nYo Xzibit, keep rockin!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Intro/Restless\n  artist: Xzibit\n  album: Restless\n  duration_ms: 74000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  You are now tuned in to the ultimate sounds. of Dr. Dre\n  You know what time it is!\n  Xzibit steps up to the mic\n  layin down the hard-core, real raw, underground\n  My name is KRS-One, and it's REAL!!\n\n  Well it's me, down with D-R-E\n  X to the Z rocks any party\n  Rocks the beats, and the breaks\n  Rocks the cocks off the whores in the place\n  Cause suckers shake, while I'm creatin\n  They get together and they start to hatin\n  How can we take him out one time\n  cause he brought back the West with the freshest rhymes\n  I might go first, and he'll go second\n  I'll wreck 'em, deck 'em, set it, just checkin your mic\n  Droppin hot shit I like\n  So throw up your hands bitch, run your ice\n  Cause I'll go third, and he'll go fourth\n  By the fifth eat shit, you'll step off\n  Six is your beatdown, your title is seven\n  Takin out your four man crew makes eleven\n  By the twelveth I go for self\n  Rockin L.A. like no one else.\n  You can check any rapper from the underground scene\n  but few have dropped hot shit and seen green\n  Some have dope twelve inches, count 'em\n  But not many niggaz have slammin albums\n  X to the Z rocks consistantly\n  I'm Criminal Minded so don't fuck with me\n  Why? Well that's my secret baby\n  I don't take shit, so fuck you, pay me\n  So you can call me, a public servant\n  Not a king but a teacher I believe I've earned it\n  So I just walk, or ride my bike\n  and bust on the +Up In Smoke+ stage tonight\n  Give me a chance and I'll rock the house\n  But let a motherfucker try to take me out\n  Cause male or female, I will strangle\n  If it's a label, they have to untangle\n  Adidas, chains, jerseys, braids\n  Bandanas hangin off the end of my gauge\n  Step right up if that's what you like\n  but watch your bitch, I catch hoes like a dyke\n  In the night at a height right for flight\n  Way out of sight, you bite, I recite\n  My chain shine bright, plus my kicks stay white\n  as your faggot CEO say, Well alright!\n  . I am your mentor\n  History is mine, it's time you surrender motherfuckers\n  and just back up quickly\n  Your style is sickly but you persist to get me\n  or outwit me with the style that I created\n  years ago when I was sellin powder to the hoes\n  Oh, all of a sudden you don't know\n  or can't remember can't recall can't bring to mind\n  that rhyme that place do not chase\n  I run a marathon a race of rhymes in your FACE\n  In case you hate I won't write no tough rap\n  Fuck with me get your whole FAMILY kidnapped\n\n  Yo Xzibit! Show these motherfuckers man!\n  I don't think they understand this shit!\n  Break this shit over they backs!\n\n  I don't dress up to rap or keep a hairdo\n  I only grab a nine to bust holes in your crew\n  I deny your existence as artists\n  You puttin out a record expectin to chart but it's weak\n  but when you speak through the microphone\n  you fail to realize, nope, you're not alone on the earth\n  The light comes forth cause Mr. X\n  Intelligence, smoke and guns manifest in the flesh\n  I snatch the mic and get hype\n  Behave, before you make the news front page\n  Headed for the grave and the wake\n  So save your microscopic miniature small talk and WALK\n  And put a little pep in your step\n  X to the Z will destroy any motherfuckin rep-utation\n  in the nation, in creation\n  All you assholes in ANY occupation\n  Like rappers with nothin to say\n  I CRUSH 'EM like chronic and then smoke 'em with Dre\n  Cause no matter how fatter the wallet, I'd rather\n  gather together and splatter\n  whatever egotistic bullshit, the game is over\n  when you push the record but don't push the culture\n\n  Breakin, emceein, graffiti art, deejayin, beatboxin\n  Yo Xzibit, keep rockin!\n"},{"id":11391191,"name":"Restless (Intro)","trackName":"Restless (Intro)","artistName":"Xzibit","albumName":"Restless","duration":75.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"You are now tuned in to the ultimate sounds. of Dr. Dre\nYou know what time it is!\nXzibit steps up to the mic\nlayin down the hard-core, real raw, underground\nMy name is KRS-One, and it's REAL!!\n\nWell it's me, down with D-R-E\nX to the Z rocks any party\nRocks the beats, and the breaks\nRocks the cocks off the whores in the place\nCause suckers shake, while I'm creatin\nThey get together and they start to hatin\nHow can we take him out one time\ncause he brought back the West with the freshest rhymes\nI might go first, and he'll go second\nI'll wreck 'em, deck 'em, set it, just checkin your mic\nDroppin hot shit I like\nSo throw up your hands bitch, run your ice\nCause I'll go third, and he'll go fourth\nBy the fifth eat shit, you'll step off\nSix is your beatdown, your title is seven\nTakin out your four man crew makes eleven\nBy the twelveth I go for self\nRockin L.A. like no one else.\nYou can check any rapper from the underground scene\nbut few have dropped hot shit and seen green\nSome have dope twelve inches, count 'em\nBut not many niggaz have slammin albums\nX to the Z rocks consistantly\nI'm Criminal Minded so don't fuck with me\nWhy? Well that's my secret baby\nI don't take shit, so fuck you, pay me\nSo you can call me, a public servant\nNot a king but a teacher I believe I've earned it\nSo I just walk, or ride my bike\nand bust on the +Up In Smoke+ stage tonight\nGive me a chance and I'll rock the house\nBut let a motherfucker try to take me out\nCause male or female, I will strangle\nIf it's a label, they have to untangle\nAdidas, chains, jerseys, braids\nBandanas hangin off the end of my gauge\nStep right up if that's what you like\nbut watch your bitch, I catch hoes like a dyke\nIn the night at a height right for flight\nWay out of sight, you bite, I recite\nMy chain shine bright, plus my kicks stay white\nas your faggot CEO say, Well alright!\n. I am your mentor\nHistory is mine, it's time you surrender motherfuckers\nand just back up quickly\nYour style is sickly but you persist to get me\nor outwit me with the style that I created\nyears ago when I was sellin powder to the hoes\nOh, all of a sudden you don't know\nor can't remember can't recall can't bring to mind\nthat rhyme that place do not chase\nI run a marathon a race of rhymes in your FACE\nIn case you hate I won't write no tough rap\nFuck with me get your whole FAMILY kidnapped\n\nYo Xzibit! Show these motherfuckers man!\nI don't think they understand this shit!\nBreak this shit over they backs!\n\nI don't dress up to rap or keep a hairdo\nI only grab a nine to bust holes in your crew\nI deny your existence as artists\nYou puttin out a record expectin to chart but it's weak\nbut when you speak through the microphone\nyou fail to realize, nope, you're not alone on the earth\nThe light comes forth cause Mr. X\nIntelligence, smoke and guns manifest in the flesh\nI snatch the mic and get hype\nBehave, before you make the news front page\nHeaded for the grave and the wake\nSo save your microscopic miniature small talk and WALK\nAnd put a little pep in your step\nX to the Z will destroy any motherfuckin rep-utation\nin the nation, in creation\nAll you assholes in ANY occupation\nLike rappers with nothin to say\nI CRUSH 'EM like chronic and then smoke 'em with Dre\nCause no matter how fatter the wallet, I'd rather\ngather together and splatter\nwhatever egotistic bullshit, the game is over\nwhen you push the record but don't push the culture\n\nBreakin, emceein, graffiti art, deejayin, beatboxin\nYo Xzibit, keep rockin!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Restless (Intro)\n  artist: Xzibit\n  album: Restless\n  duration_ms: 75000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  You are now tuned in to the ultimate sounds. of Dr. Dre\n  You know what time it is!\n  Xzibit steps up to the mic\n  layin down the hard-core, real raw, underground\n  My name is KRS-One, and it's REAL!!\n\n  Well it's me, down with D-R-E\n  X to the Z rocks any party\n  Rocks the beats, and the breaks\n  Rocks the cocks off the whores in the place\n  Cause suckers shake, while I'm creatin\n  They get together and they start to hatin\n  How can we take him out one time\n  cause he brought back the West with the freshest rhymes\n  I might go first, and he'll go second\n  I'll wreck 'em, deck 'em, set it, just checkin your mic\n  Droppin hot shit I like\n  So throw up your hands bitch, run your ice\n  Cause I'll go third, and he'll go fourth\n  By the fifth eat shit, you'll step off\n  Six is your beatdown, your title is seven\n  Takin out your four man crew makes eleven\n  By the twelveth I go for self\n  Rockin L.A. like no one else.\n  You can check any rapper from the underground scene\n  but few have dropped hot shit and seen green\n  Some have dope twelve inches, count 'em\n  But not many niggaz have slammin albums\n  X to the Z rocks consistantly\n  I'm Criminal Minded so don't fuck with me\n  Why? Well that's my secret baby\n  I don't take shit, so fuck you, pay me\n  So you can call me, a public servant\n  Not a king but a teacher I believe I've earned it\n  So I just walk, or ride my bike\n  and bust on the +Up In Smoke+ stage tonight\n  Give me a chance and I'll rock the house\n  But let a motherfucker try to take me out\n  Cause male or female, I will strangle\n  If it's a label, they have to untangle\n  Adidas, chains, jerseys, braids\n  Bandanas hangin off the end of my gauge\n  Step right up if that's what you like\n  but watch your bitch, I catch hoes like a dyke\n  In the night at a height right for flight\n  Way out of sight, you bite, I recite\n  My chain shine bright, plus my kicks stay white\n  as your faggot CEO say, Well alright!\n  . I am your mentor\n  History is mine, it's time you surrender motherfuckers\n  and just back up quickly\n  Your style is sickly but you persist to get me\n  or outwit me with the style that I created\n  years ago when I was sellin powder to the hoes\n  Oh, all of a sudden you don't know\n  or can't remember can't recall can't bring to mind\n  that rhyme that place do not chase\n  I run a marathon a race of rhymes in your FACE\n  In case you hate I won't write no tough rap\n  Fuck with me get your whole FAMILY kidnapped\n\n  Yo Xzibit! Show these motherfuckers man!\n  I don't think they understand this shit!\n  Break this shit over they backs!\n\n  I don't dress up to rap or keep a hairdo\n  I only grab a nine to bust holes in your crew\n  I deny your existence as artists\n  You puttin out a record expectin to chart but it's weak\n  but when you speak through the microphone\n  you fail to realize, nope, you're not alone on the earth\n  The light comes forth cause Mr. X\n  Intelligence, smoke and guns manifest in the flesh\n  I snatch the mic and get hype\n  Behave, before you make the news front page\n  Headed for the grave and the wake\n  So save your microscopic miniature small talk and WALK\n  And put a little pep in your step\n  X to the Z will destroy any motherfuckin rep-utation\n  in the nation, in creation\n  All you assholes in ANY occupation\n  Like rappers with nothin to say\n  I CRUSH 'EM like chronic and then smoke 'em with Dre\n  Cause no matter how fatter the wallet, I'd rather\n  gather together and splatter\n  whatever egotistic bullshit, the game is over\n  when you push the record but don't push the culture\n\n  Breakin, emceein, graffiti art, deejayin, beatboxin\n  Yo Xzibit, keep rockin!\n"},{"id":36360399,"name":"Intro/Restless","trackName":"Intro/Restless","artistName":"Xzibit","albumName":"Restless","duration":292.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"You are now tuned in to the ultimate sounds. of Dr. Dre\nYou know what time it is!\nXzibit steps up to the mic\nlayin down the hard-core, real raw, underground\nMy name is KRS-One, and it's REAL!!\n\nWell it's me, down with D-R-E\nX to the Z rocks any party\nRocks the beats, and the breaks\nRocks the cocks off the whores in the place\nCause suckers shake, while I'm creatin\nThey get together and they start to hatin\nHow can we take him out one time\ncause he brought back the West with the freshest rhymes\nI might go first, and he'll go second\nI'll wreck 'em, deck 'em, set it, just checkin your mic\nDroppin hot shit I like\nSo throw up your hands bitch, run your ice\nCause I'll go third, and he'll go fourth\nBy the fifth eat shit, you'll step off\nSix is your beatdown, your title is seven\nTakin out your four man crew makes eleven\nBy the twelveth I go for self\nRockin L.A. like no one else.\nYou can check any rapper from the underground scene\nbut few have dropped hot shit and seen green\nSome have dope twelve inches, count 'em\nBut not many niggaz have slammin albums\nX to the Z rocks consistantly\nI'm Criminal Minded so don't fuck with me\nWhy? Well that's my secret baby\nI don't take shit, so fuck you, pay me\nSo you can call me, a public servant\nNot a king but a teacher I believe I've earned it\nSo I just walk, or ride my bike\nand bust on the +Up In Smoke+ stage tonight\nGive me a chance and I'll rock the house\nBut let a motherfucker try to take me out\nCause male or female, I will strangle\nIf it's a label, they have to untangle\nAdidas, chains, jerseys, braids\nBandanas hangin off the end of my gauge\nStep right up if that's what you like\nbut watch your bitch, I catch hoes like a dyke\nIn the night at a height right for flight\nWay out of sight, you bite, I recite\nMy chain shine bright, plus my kicks stay white\nas your faggot CEO say, Well alright!\n. I am your mentor\nHistory is mine, it's time you surrender motherfuckers\nand just back up quickly\nYour style is sickly but you persist to get me\nor outwit me with the style that I created\nyears ago when I was sellin powder to the hoes\nOh, all of a sudden you don't know\nor can't remember can't recall can't bring to mind\nthat rhyme that place do not chase\nI run a marathon a race of rhymes in your FACE\nIn case you hate I won't write no tough rap\nFuck with me get your whole FAMILY kidnapped\n\nYo Xzibit! Show these motherfuckers man!\nI don't think they understand this shit!\nBreak this shit over they backs!\n\nI don't dress up to rap or keep a hairdo\nI only grab a nine to bust holes in your crew\nI deny your existence as artists\nYou puttin out a record expectin to chart but it's weak\nbut when you speak through the microphone\nyou fail to realize, nope, you're not alone on the earth\nThe light comes forth cause Mr. X\nIntelligence, smoke and guns manifest in the flesh\nI snatch the mic and get hype\nBehave, before you make the news front page\nHeaded for the grave and the wake\nSo save your microscopic miniature small talk and WALK\nAnd put a little pep in your step\nX to the Z will destroy any motherfuckin rep-utation\nin the nation, in creation\nAll you assholes in ANY occupation\nLike rappers with nothin to say\nI CRUSH 'EM like chronic and then smoke 'em with Dre\nCause no matter how fatter the wallet, I'd rather\ngather together and splatter\nwhatever egotistic bullshit, the game is over\nwhen you push the record but don't push the culture\n\nBreakin, emceein, graffiti art, deejayin, beatboxin\nYo Xzibit, keep rockin!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Intro/Restless\n  artist: Xzibit\n  album: Restless\n  duration_ms: 292000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  You are now tuned in to the ultimate sounds. of Dr. Dre\n  You know what time it is!\n  Xzibit steps up to the mic\n  layin down the hard-core, real raw, underground\n  My name is KRS-One, and it's REAL!!\n\n  Well it's me, down with D-R-E\n  X to the Z rocks any party\n  Rocks the beats, and the breaks\n  Rocks the cocks off the whores in the place\n  Cause suckers shake, while I'm creatin\n  They get together and they start to hatin\n  How can we take him out one time\n  cause he brought back the West with the freshest rhymes\n  I might go first, and he'll go second\n  I'll wreck 'em, deck 'em, set it, just checkin your mic\n  Droppin hot shit I like\n  So throw up your hands bitch, run your ice\n  Cause I'll go third, and he'll go fourth\n  By the fifth eat shit, you'll step off\n  Six is your beatdown, your title is seven\n  Takin out your four man crew makes eleven\n  By the twelveth I go for self\n  Rockin L.A. like no one else.\n  You can check any rapper from the underground scene\n  but few have dropped hot shit and seen green\n  Some have dope twelve inches, count 'em\n  But not many niggaz have slammin albums\n  X to the Z rocks consistantly\n  I'm Criminal Minded so don't fuck with me\n  Why? Well that's my secret baby\n  I don't take shit, so fuck you, pay me\n  So you can call me, a public servant\n  Not a king but a teacher I believe I've earned it\n  So I just walk, or ride my bike\n  and bust on the +Up In Smoke+ stage tonight\n  Give me a chance and I'll rock the house\n  But let a motherfucker try to take me out\n  Cause male or female, I will strangle\n  If it's a label, they have to untangle\n  Adidas, chains, jerseys, braids\n  Bandanas hangin off the end of my gauge\n  Step right up if that's what you like\n  but watch your bitch, I catch hoes like a dyke\n  In the night at a height right for flight\n  Way out of sight, you bite, I recite\n  My chain shine bright, plus my kicks stay white\n  as your faggot CEO say, Well alright!\n  . I am your mentor\n  History is mine, it's time you surrender motherfuckers\n  and just back up quickly\n  Your style is sickly but you persist to get me\n  or outwit me with the style that I created\n  years ago when I was sellin powder to the hoes\n  Oh, all of a sudden you don't know\n  or can't remember can't recall can't bring to mind\n  that rhyme that place do not chase\n  I run a marathon a race of rhymes in your FACE\n  In case you hate I won't write no tough rap\n  Fuck with me get your whole FAMILY kidnapped\n\n  Yo Xzibit! Show these motherfuckers man!\n  I don't think they understand this shit!\n  Break this shit over they backs!\n\n  I don't dress up to rap or keep a hairdo\n  I only grab a nine to bust holes in your crew\n  I deny your existence as artists\n  You puttin out a record expectin to chart but it's weak\n  but when you speak through the microphone\n  you fail to realize, nope, you're not alone on the earth\n  The light comes forth cause Mr. X\n  Intelligence, smoke and guns manifest in the flesh\n  I snatch the mic and get hype\n  Behave, before you make the news front page\n  Headed for the grave and the wake\n  So save your microscopic miniature small talk and WALK\n  And put a little pep in your step\n  X to the Z will destroy any motherfuckin rep-utation\n  in the nation, in creation\n  All you assholes in ANY occupation\n  Like rappers with nothin to say\n  I CRUSH 'EM like chronic and then smoke 'em with Dre\n  Cause no matter how fatter the wallet, I'd rather\n  gather together and splatter\n  whatever egotistic bullshit, the game is over\n  when you push the record but don't push the culture\n\n  Breakin, emceein, graffiti art, deejayin, beatboxin\n  Yo Xzibit, keep rockin!\n"},{"id":24589621,"name":"Intro/Restless","trackName":"Intro/Restless","artistName":"Xzibit","albumName":"Restless (2000)","duration":75.2,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"You are now tuned in to the ultimate sounds. of Dr. Dre\nYou know what time it is!\nXzibit steps up to the mic\nlayin down the hard-core, real raw, underground\nMy name is KRS-One, and it's REAL!!\n\nWell it's me, down with D-R-E\nX to the Z rocks any party\nRocks the beats, and the breaks\nRocks the cocks off the whores in the place\nCause suckers shake, while I'm creatin\nThey get together and they start to hatin\nHow can we take him out one time\ncause he brought back the West with the freshest rhymes\nI might go first, and he'll go second\nI'll wreck 'em, deck 'em, set it, just checkin your mic\nDroppin hot shit I like\nSo throw up your hands bitch, run your ice\nCause I'll go third, and he'll go fourth\nBy the fifth eat shit, you'll step off\nSix is your beatdown, your title is seven\nTakin out your four man crew makes eleven\nBy the twelveth I go for self\nRockin L.A. like no one else.\nYou can check any rapper from the underground scene\nbut few have dropped hot shit and seen green\nSome have dope twelve inches, count 'em\nBut not many niggaz have slammin albums\nX to the Z rocks consistantly\nI'm Criminal Minded so don't fuck with me\nWhy? Well that's my secret baby\nI don't take shit, so fuck you, pay me\nSo you can call me, a public servant\nNot a king but a teacher I believe I've earned it\nSo I just walk, or ride my bike\nand bust on the +Up In Smoke+ stage tonight\nGive me a chance and I'll rock the house\nBut let a motherfucker try to take me out\nCause male or female, I will strangle\nIf it's a label, they have to untangle\nAdidas, chains, jerseys, braids\nBandanas hangin off the end of my gauge\nStep right up if that's what you like\nbut watch your bitch, I catch hoes like a dyke\nIn the night at a height right for flight\nWay out of sight, you bite, I recite\nMy chain shine bright, plus my kicks stay white\nas your faggot CEO say, Well alright!\n. I am your mentor\nHistory is mine, it's time you surrender motherfuckers\nand just back up quickly\nYour style is sickly but you persist to get me\nor outwit me with the style that I created\nyears ago when I was sellin powder to the hoes\nOh, all of a sudden you don't know\nor can't remember can't recall can't bring to mind\nthat rhyme that place do not chase\nI run a marathon a race of rhymes in your FACE\nIn case you hate I won't write no tough rap\nFuck with me get your whole FAMILY kidnapped\n\nYo Xzibit! Show these motherfuckers man!\nI don't think they understand this shit!\nBreak this shit over they backs!\n\nI don't dress up to rap or keep a hairdo\nI only grab a nine to bust holes in your crew\nI deny your existence as artists\nYou puttin out a record expectin to chart but it's weak\nbut when you speak through the microphone\nyou fail to realize, nope, you're not alone on the earth\nThe light comes forth cause Mr. X\nIntelligence, smoke and guns manifest in the flesh\nI snatch the mic and get hype\nBehave, before you make the news front page\nHeaded for the grave and the wake\nSo save your microscopic miniature small talk and WALK\nAnd put a little pep in your step\nX to the Z will destroy any motherfuckin rep-utation\nin the nation, in creation\nAll you assholes in ANY occupation\nLike rappers with nothin to say\nI CRUSH 'EM like chronic and then smoke 'em with Dre\nCause no matter how fatter the wallet, I'd rather\ngather together and splatter\nwhatever egotistic bullshit, the game is over\nwhen you push the record but don't push the culture\n\nBreakin, emceein, graffiti art, deejayin, beatboxin\nYo Xzibit, keep rockin!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Intro/Restless\n  artist: Xzibit\n  album: Restless (2000)\n  duration_ms: 75200\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  You are now tuned in to the ultimate sounds. of Dr. Dre\n  You know what time it is!\n  Xzibit steps up to the mic\n  layin down the hard-core, real raw, underground\n  My name is KRS-One, and it's REAL!!\n\n  Well it's me, down with D-R-E\n  X to the Z rocks any party\n  Rocks the beats, and the breaks\n  Rocks the cocks off the whores in the place\n  Cause suckers shake, while I'm creatin\n  They get together and they start to hatin\n  How can we take him out one time\n  cause he brought back the West with the freshest rhymes\n  I might go first, and he'll go second\n  I'll wreck 'em, deck 'em, set it, just checkin your mic\n  Droppin hot shit I like\n  So throw up your hands bitch, run your ice\n  Cause I'll go third, and he'll go fourth\n  By the fifth eat shit, you'll step off\n  Six is your beatdown, your title is seven\n  Takin out your four man crew makes eleven\n  By the twelveth I go for self\n  Rockin L.A. like no one else.\n  You can check any rapper from the underground scene\n  but few have dropped hot shit and seen green\n  Some have dope twelve inches, count 'em\n  But not many niggaz have slammin albums\n  X to the Z rocks consistantly\n  I'm Criminal Minded so don't fuck with me\n  Why? Well that's my secret baby\n  I don't take shit, so fuck you, pay me\n  So you can call me, a public servant\n  Not a king but a teacher I believe I've earned it\n  So I just walk, or ride my bike\n  and bust on the +Up In Smoke+ stage tonight\n  Give me a chance and I'll rock the house\n  But let a motherfucker try to take me out\n  Cause male or female, I will strangle\n  If it's a label, they have to untangle\n  Adidas, chains, jerseys, braids\n  Bandanas hangin off the end of my gauge\n  Step right up if that's what you like\n  but watch your bitch, I catch hoes like a dyke\n  In the night at a height right for flight\n  Way out of sight, you bite, I recite\n  My chain shine bright, plus my kicks stay white\n  as your faggot CEO say, Well alright!\n  . I am your mentor\n  History is mine, it's time you surrender motherfuckers\n  and just back up quickly\n  Your style is sickly but you persist to get me\n  or outwit me with the style that I created\n  years ago when I was sellin powder to the hoes\n  Oh, all of a sudden you don't know\n  or can't remember can't recall can't bring to mind\n  that rhyme that place do not chase\n  I run a marathon a race of rhymes in your FACE\n  In case you hate I won't write no tough rap\n  Fuck with me get your whole FAMILY kidnapped\n\n  Yo Xzibit! Show these motherfuckers man!\n  I don't think they understand this shit!\n  Break this shit over they backs!\n\n  I don't dress up to rap or keep a hairdo\n  I only grab a nine to bust holes in your crew\n  I deny your existence as artists\n  You puttin out a record expectin to chart but it's weak\n  but when you speak through the microphone\n  you fail to realize, nope, you're not alone on the earth\n  The light comes forth cause Mr. X\n  Intelligence, smoke and guns manifest in the flesh\n  I snatch the mic and get hype\n  Behave, before you make the news front page\n  Headed for the grave and the wake\n  So save your microscopic miniature small talk and WALK\n  And put a little pep in your step\n  X to the Z will destroy any motherfuckin rep-utation\n  in the nation, in creation\n  All you assholes in ANY occupation\n  Like rappers with nothin to say\n  I CRUSH 'EM like chronic and then smoke 'em with Dre\n  Cause no matter how fatter the wallet, I'd rather\n  gather together and splatter\n  whatever egotistic bullshit, the game is over\n  when you push the record but don't push the culture\n\n  Breakin, emceein, graffiti art, deejayin, beatboxin\n  Yo Xzibit, keep rockin!\n"},{"id":21301915,"name":"Intro / Restless (Explicit)","trackName":"Intro / Restless (Explicit)","artistName":"Xzibit","albumName":"Restless","duration":74.933333,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"You are now tuned in to the ultimate sounds. of Dr. Dre\nYou know what time it is!\nXzibit steps up to the mic\nlayin down the hard-core, real raw, underground\nMy name is KRS-One, and it's REAL!!\n\nWell it's me, down with D-R-E\nX to the Z rocks any party\nRocks the beats, and the breaks\nRocks the cocks off the whores in the place\nCause suckers shake, while I'm creatin\nThey get together and they start to hatin\nHow can we take him out one time\ncause he brought back the West with the freshest rhymes\nI might go first, and he'll go second\nI'll wreck 'em, deck 'em, set it, just checkin your mic\nDroppin hot shit I like\nSo throw up your hands bitch, run your ice\nCause I'll go third, and he'll go fourth\nBy the fifth eat shit, you'll step off\nSix is your beatdown, your title is seven\nTakin out your four man crew makes eleven\nBy the twelveth I go for self\nRockin L.A. like no one else.\nYou can check any rapper from the underground scene\nbut few have dropped hot shit and seen green\nSome have dope twelve inches, count 'em\nBut not many niggaz have slammin albums\nX to the Z rocks consistantly\nI'm Criminal Minded so don't fuck with me\nWhy? Well that's my secret baby\nI don't take shit, so fuck you, pay me\nSo you can call me, a public servant\nNot a king but a teacher I believe I've earned it\nSo I just walk, or ride my bike\nand bust on the +Up In Smoke+ stage tonight\nGive me a chance and I'll rock the house\nBut let a motherfucker try to take me out\nCause male or female, I will strangle\nIf it's a label, they have to untangle\nAdidas, chains, jerseys, braids\nBandanas hangin off the end of my gauge\nStep right up if that's what you like\nbut watch your bitch, I catch hoes like a dyke\nIn the night at a height right for flight\nWay out of sight, you bite, I recite\nMy chain shine bright, plus my kicks stay white\nas your faggot CEO say, Well alright!\n. I am your mentor\nHistory is mine, it's time you surrender motherfuckers\nand just back up quickly\nYour style is sickly but you persist to get me\nor outwit me with the style that I created\nyears ago when I was sellin powder to the hoes\nOh, all of a sudden you don't know\nor can't remember can't recall can't bring to mind\nthat rhyme that place do not chase\nI run a marathon a race of rhymes in your FACE\nIn case you hate I won't write no tough rap\nFuck with me get your whole FAMILY kidnapped\n\nYo Xzibit! Show these motherfuckers man!\nI don't think they understand this shit!\nBreak this shit over they backs!\n\nI don't dress up to rap or keep a hairdo\nI only grab a nine to bust holes in your crew\nI deny your existence as artists\nYou puttin out a record expectin to chart but it's weak\nbut when you speak through the microphone\nyou fail to realize, nope, you're not alone on the earth\nThe light comes forth cause Mr. X\nIntelligence, smoke and guns manifest in the flesh\nI snatch the mic and get hype\nBehave, before you make the news front page\nHeaded for the grave and the wake\nSo save your microscopic miniature small talk and WALK\nAnd put a little pep in your step\nX to the Z will destroy any motherfuckin rep-utation\nin the nation, in creation\nAll you assholes in ANY occupation\nLike rappers with nothin to say\nI CRUSH 'EM like chronic and then smoke 'em with Dre\nCause no matter how fatter the wallet, I'd rather\ngather together and splatter\nwhatever egotistic bullshit, the game is over\nwhen you push the record but don't push the culture\n\nBreakin, emceein, graffiti art, deejayin, beatboxin\nYo Xzibit, keep rockin!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Intro / Restless (Explicit)\n  artist: Xzibit\n  album: Restless\n  duration_ms: 74933\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  You are now tuned in to the ultimate sounds. of Dr. Dre\n  You know what time it is!\n  Xzibit steps up to the mic\n  layin down the hard-core, real raw, underground\n  My name is KRS-One, and it's REAL!!\n\n  Well it's me, down with D-R-E\n  X to the Z rocks any party\n  Rocks the beats, and the breaks\n  Rocks the cocks off the whores in the place\n  Cause suckers shake, while I'm creatin\n  They get together and they start to hatin\n  How can we take him out one time\n  cause he brought back the West with the freshest rhymes\n  I might go first, and he'll go second\n  I'll wreck 'em, deck 'em, set it, just checkin your mic\n  Droppin hot shit I like\n  So throw up your hands bitch, run your ice\n  Cause I'll go third, and he'll go fourth\n  By the fifth eat shit, you'll step off\n  Six is your beatdown, your title is seven\n  Takin out your four man crew makes eleven\n  By the twelveth I go for self\n  Rockin L.A. like no one else.\n  You can check any rapper from the underground scene\n  but few have dropped hot shit and seen green\n  Some have dope twelve inches, count 'em\n  But not many niggaz have slammin albums\n  X to the Z rocks consistantly\n  I'm Criminal Minded so don't fuck with me\n  Why? Well that's my secret baby\n  I don't take shit, so fuck you, pay me\n  So you can call me, a public servant\n  Not a king but a teacher I believe I've earned it\n  So I just walk, or ride my bike\n  and bust on the +Up In Smoke+ stage tonight\n  Give me a chance and I'll rock the house\n  But let a motherfucker try to take me out\n  Cause male or female, I will strangle\n  If it's a label, they have to untangle\n  Adidas, chains, jerseys, braids\n  Bandanas hangin off the end of my gauge\n  Step right up if that's what you like\n  but watch your bitch, I catch hoes like a dyke\n  In the night at a height right for flight\n  Way out of sight, you bite, I recite\n  My chain shine bright, plus my kicks stay white\n  as your faggot CEO say, Well alright!\n  . I am your mentor\n  History is mine, it's time you surrender motherfuckers\n  and just back up quickly\n  Your style is sickly but you persist to get me\n  or outwit me with the style that I created\n  years ago when I was sellin powder to the hoes\n  Oh, all of a sudden you don't know\n  or can't remember can't recall can't bring to mind\n  that rhyme that place do not chase\n  I run a marathon a race of rhymes in your FACE\n  In case you hate I won't write no tough rap\n  Fuck with me get your whole FAMILY kidnapped\n\n  Yo Xzibit! Show these motherfuckers man!\n  I don't think they understand this shit!\n  Break this shit over they backs!\n\n  I don't dress up to rap or keep a hairdo\n  I only grab a nine to bust holes in your crew\n  I deny your existence as artists\n  You puttin out a record expectin to chart but it's weak\n  but when you speak through the microphone\n  you fail to realize, nope, you're not alone on the earth\n  The light comes forth cause Mr. X\n  Intelligence, smoke and guns manifest in the flesh\n  I snatch the mic and get hype\n  Behave, before you make the news front page\n  Headed for the grave and the wake\n  So save your microscopic miniature small talk and WALK\n  And put a little pep in your step\n  X to the Z will destroy any motherfuckin rep-utation\n  in the nation, in creation\n  All you assholes in ANY occupation\n  Like rappers with nothin to say\n  I CRUSH 'EM like chronic and then smoke 'em with Dre\n  Cause no matter how fatter the wallet, I'd rather\n  gather together and splatter\n  whatever egotistic bullshit, the game is over\n  when you push the record but don't push the culture\n\n  Breakin, emceein, graffiti art, deejayin, beatboxin\n  Yo Xzibit, keep rockin!\n"},{"id":20565794,"name":"Intro / Restless (Clean)","trackName":"Intro / Restless (Clean)","artistName":"Xzibit","albumName":"Restless","duration":75.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"You are now tuned in to the ultimate sounds. of Dr. Dre\nYou know what time it is!\nXzibit steps up to the mic\nlayin down the hard-core, real raw, underground\nMy name is KRS-One, and it's REAL!!\n\nWell it's me, down with D-R-E\nX to the Z rocks any party\nRocks the beats, and the breaks\nRocks the cocks off the whores in the place\nCause suckers shake, while I'm creatin\nThey get together and they start to hatin\nHow can we take him out one time\ncause he brought back the West with the freshest rhymes\nI might go first, and he'll go second\nI'll wreck 'em, deck 'em, set it, just checkin your mic\nDroppin hot shit I like\nSo throw up your hands bitch, run your ice\nCause I'll go third, and he'll go fourth\nBy the fifth eat shit, you'll step off\nSix is your beatdown, your title is seven\nTakin out your four man crew makes eleven\nBy the twelveth I go for self\nRockin L.A. like no one else.\nYou can check any rapper from the underground scene\nbut few have dropped hot shit and seen green\nSome have dope twelve inches, count 'em\nBut not many niggaz have slammin albums\nX to the Z rocks consistantly\nI'm Criminal Minded so don't fuck with me\nWhy? Well that's my secret baby\nI don't take shit, so fuck you, pay me\nSo you can call me, a public servant\nNot a king but a teacher I believe I've earned it\nSo I just walk, or ride my bike\nand bust on the +Up In Smoke+ stage tonight\nGive me a chance and I'll rock the house\nBut let a motherfucker try to take me out\nCause male or female, I will strangle\nIf it's a label, they have to untangle\nAdidas, chains, jerseys, braids\nBandanas hangin off the end of my gauge\nStep right up if that's what you like\nbut watch your bitch, I catch hoes like a dyke\nIn the night at a height right for flight\nWay out of sight, you bite, I recite\nMy chain shine bright, plus my kicks stay white\nas your faggot CEO say, Well alright!\n. I am your mentor\nHistory is mine, it's time you surrender motherfuckers\nand just back up quickly\nYour style is sickly but you persist to get me\nor outwit me with the style that I created\nyears ago when I was sellin powder to the hoes\nOh, all of a sudden you don't know\nor can't remember can't recall can't bring to mind\nthat rhyme that place do not chase\nI run a marathon a race of rhymes in your FACE\nIn case you hate I won't write no tough rap\nFuck with me get your whole FAMILY kidnapped\n\nYo Xzibit! Show these motherfuckers man!\nI don't think they understand this shit!\nBreak this shit over they backs!\n\nI don't dress up to rap or keep a hairdo\nI only grab a nine to bust holes in your crew\nI deny your existence as artists\nYou puttin out a record expectin to chart but it's weak\nbut when you speak through the microphone\nyou fail to realize, nope, you're not alone on the earth\nThe light comes forth cause Mr. X\nIntelligence, smoke and guns manifest in the flesh\nI snatch the mic and get hype\nBehave, before you make the news front page\nHeaded for the grave and the wake\nSo save your microscopic miniature small talk and WALK\nAnd put a little pep in your step\nX to the Z will destroy any motherfuckin rep-utation\nin the nation, in creation\nAll you assholes in ANY occupation\nLike rappers with nothin to say\nI CRUSH 'EM like chronic and then smoke 'em with Dre\nCause no matter how fatter the wallet, I'd rather\ngather together and splatter\nwhatever egotistic bullshit, the game is over\nwhen you push the record but don't push the culture\n\nBreakin, emceein, graffiti art, deejayin, beatboxin\nYo Xzibit, keep rockin!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Intro / Restless (Clean)\n  artist: Xzibit\n  album: Restless\n  duration_ms: 75000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  You are now tuned in to the ultimate sounds. of Dr. Dre\n  You know what time it is!\n  Xzibit steps up to the mic\n  layin down the hard-core, real raw, underground\n  My name is KRS-One, and it's REAL!!\n\n  Well it's me, down with D-R-E\n  X to the Z rocks any party\n  Rocks the beats, and the breaks\n  Rocks the cocks off the whores in the place\n  Cause suckers shake, while I'm creatin\n  They get together and they start to hatin\n  How can we take him out one time\n  cause he brought back the West with the freshest rhymes\n  I might go first, and he'll go second\n  I'll wreck 'em, deck 'em, set it, just checkin your mic\n  Droppin hot shit I like\n  So throw up your hands bitch, run your ice\n  Cause I'll go third, and he'll go fourth\n  By the fifth eat shit, you'll step off\n  Six is your beatdown, your title is seven\n  Takin out your four man crew makes eleven\n  By the twelveth I go for self\n  Rockin L.A. like no one else.\n  You can check any rapper from the underground scene\n  but few have dropped hot shit and seen green\n  Some have dope twelve inches, count 'em\n  But not many niggaz have slammin albums\n  X to the Z rocks consistantly\n  I'm Criminal Minded so don't fuck with me\n  Why? Well that's my secret baby\n  I don't take shit, so fuck you, pay me\n  So you can call me, a public servant\n  Not a king but a teacher I believe I've earned it\n  So I just walk, or ride my bike\n  and bust on the +Up In Smoke+ stage tonight\n  Give me a chance and I'll rock the house\n  But let a motherfucker try to take me out\n  Cause male or female, I will strangle\n  If it's a label, they have to untangle\n  Adidas, chains, jerseys, braids\n  Bandanas hangin off the end of my gauge\n  Step right up if that's what you like\n  but watch your bitch, I catch hoes like a dyke\n  In the night at a height right for flight\n  Way out of sight, you bite, I recite\n  My chain shine bright, plus my kicks stay white\n  as your faggot CEO say, Well alright!\n  . I am your mentor\n  History is mine, it's time you surrender motherfuckers\n  and just back up quickly\n  Your style is sickly but you persist to get me\n  or outwit me with the style that I created\n  years ago when I was sellin powder to the hoes\n  Oh, all of a sudden you don't know\n  or can't remember can't recall can't bring to mind\n  that rhyme that place do not chase\n  I run a marathon a race of rhymes in your FACE\n  In case you hate I won't write no tough rap\n  Fuck with me get your whole FAMILY kidnapped\n\n  Yo Xzibit! Show these motherfuckers man!\n  I don't think they understand this shit!\n  Break this shit over they backs!\n\n  I don't dress up to rap or keep a hairdo\n  I only grab a nine to bust holes in your crew\n  I deny your existence as artists\n  You puttin out a record expectin to chart but it's weak\n  but when you speak through the microphone\n  you fail to realize, nope, you're not alone on the earth\n  The light comes forth cause Mr. X\n  Intelligence, smoke and guns manifest in the flesh\n  I snatch the mic and get hype\n  Behave, before you make the news front page\n  Headed for the grave and the wake\n  So save your microscopic miniature small talk and WALK\n  And put a little pep in your step\n  X to the Z will destroy any motherfuckin rep-utation\n  in the nation, in creation\n  All you assholes in ANY occupation\n  Like rappers with nothin to say\n  I CRUSH 'EM like chronic and then smoke 'em with Dre\n  Cause no matter how fatter the wallet, I'd rather\n  gather together and splatter\n  whatever egotistic bullshit, the game is over\n  when you push the record but don't push the culture\n\n  Breakin, emceein, graffiti art, deejayin, beatboxin\n  Yo Xzibit, keep rockin!\n"},{"id":14377891,"name":"Intro/Restless Ft. 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Well that's my secret baby\nI don't take shit, so fuck you, pay me\nSo you can call me, a public servant\nNot a king but a teacher I believe I've earned it\nSo I just walk, or ride my bike\nand bust on the +Up In Smoke+ stage tonight\nGive me a chance and I'll rock the house\nBut let a motherfucker try to take me out\nCause male or female, I will strangle\nIf it's a label, they have to untangle\nAdidas, chains, jerseys, braids\nBandanas hangin off the end of my gauge\nStep right up if that's what you like\nbut watch your bitch, I catch hoes like a dyke\nIn the night at a height right for flight\nWay out of sight, you bite, I recite\nMy chain shine bright, plus my kicks stay white\nas your faggot CEO say, Well alright!\n. I am your mentor\nHistory is mine, it's time you surrender motherfuckers\nand just back up quickly\nYour style is sickly but you persist to get me\nor outwit me with the style that I created\nyears ago when I was sellin powder to the hoes\nOh, all of a sudden you don't know\nor can't remember can't recall can't bring to mind\nthat rhyme that place do not chase\nI run a marathon a race of rhymes in your FACE\nIn case you hate I won't write no tough rap\nFuck with me get your whole FAMILY kidnapped\n\nYo Xzibit! Show these motherfuckers man!\nI don't think they understand this shit!\nBreak this shit over they backs!\n\nI don't dress up to rap or keep a hairdo\nI only grab a nine to bust holes in your crew\nI deny your existence as artists\nYou puttin out a record expectin to chart but it's weak\nbut when you speak through the microphone\nyou fail to realize, nope, you're not alone on the earth\nThe light comes forth cause Mr. X\nIntelligence, smoke and guns manifest in the flesh\nI snatch the mic and get hype\nBehave, before you make the news front page\nHeaded for the grave and the wake\nSo save your microscopic miniature small talk and WALK\nAnd put a little pep in your step\nX to the Z will destroy any motherfuckin rep-utation\nin the nation, in creation\nAll you assholes in ANY occupation\nLike rappers with nothin to say\nI CRUSH 'EM like chronic and then smoke 'em with Dre\nCause no matter how fatter the wallet, I'd rather\ngather together and splatter\nwhatever egotistic bullshit, the game is over\nwhen you push the record but don't push the culture\n\nBreakin, emceein, graffiti art, deejayin, beatboxin\nYo Xzibit, keep rockin!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Intro/Restless Ft. X\n  artist: Xzibit\n  album: Restless\n  duration_ms: 75312\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  You are now tuned in to the ultimate sounds. of Dr. Dre\n  You know what time it is!\n  Xzibit steps up to the mic\n  layin down the hard-core, real raw, underground\n  My name is KRS-One, and it's REAL!!\n\n  Well it's me, down with D-R-E\n  X to the Z rocks any party\n  Rocks the beats, and the breaks\n  Rocks the cocks off the whores in the place\n  Cause suckers shake, while I'm creatin\n  They get together and they start to hatin\n  How can we take him out one time\n  cause he brought back the West with the freshest rhymes\n  I might go first, and he'll go second\n  I'll wreck 'em, deck 'em, set it, just checkin your mic\n  Droppin hot shit I like\n  So throw up your hands bitch, run your ice\n  Cause I'll go third, and he'll go fourth\n  By the fifth eat shit, you'll step off\n  Six is your beatdown, your title is seven\n  Takin out your four man crew makes eleven\n  By the twelveth I go for self\n  Rockin L.A. like no one else.\n  You can check any rapper from the underground scene\n  but few have dropped hot shit and seen green\n  Some have dope twelve inches, count 'em\n  But not many niggaz have slammin albums\n  X to the Z rocks consistantly\n  I'm Criminal Minded so don't fuck with me\n  Why? Well that's my secret baby\n  I don't take shit, so fuck you, pay me\n  So you can call me, a public servant\n  Not a king but a teacher I believe I've earned it\n  So I just walk, or ride my bike\n  and bust on the +Up In Smoke+ stage tonight\n  Give me a chance and I'll rock the house\n  But let a motherfucker try to take me out\n  Cause male or female, I will strangle\n  If it's a label, they have to untangle\n  Adidas, chains, jerseys, braids\n  Bandanas hangin off the end of my gauge\n  Step right up if that's what you like\n  but watch your bitch, I catch hoes like a dyke\n  In the night at a height right for flight\n  Way out of sight, you bite, I recite\n  My chain shine bright, plus my kicks stay white\n  as your faggot CEO say, Well alright!\n  . I am your mentor\n  History is mine, it's time you surrender motherfuckers\n  and just back up quickly\n  Your style is sickly but you persist to get me\n  or outwit me with the style that I created\n  years ago when I was sellin powder to the hoes\n  Oh, all of a sudden you don't know\n  or can't remember can't recall can't bring to mind\n  that rhyme that place do not chase\n  I run a marathon a race of rhymes in your FACE\n  In case you hate I won't write no tough rap\n  Fuck with me get your whole FAMILY kidnapped\n\n  Yo Xzibit! Show these motherfuckers man!\n  I don't think they understand this shit!\n  Break this shit over they backs!\n\n  I don't dress up to rap or keep a hairdo\n  I only grab a nine to bust holes in your crew\n  I deny your existence as artists\n  You puttin out a record expectin to chart but it's weak\n  but when you speak through the microphone\n  you fail to realize, nope, you're not alone on the earth\n  The light comes forth cause Mr. X\n  Intelligence, smoke and guns manifest in the flesh\n  I snatch the mic and get hype\n  Behave, before you make the news front page\n  Headed for the grave and the wake\n  So save your microscopic miniature small talk and WALK\n  And put a little pep in your step\n  X to the Z will destroy any motherfuckin rep-utation\n  in the nation, in creation\n  All you assholes in ANY occupation\n  Like rappers with nothin to say\n  I CRUSH 'EM like chronic and then smoke 'em with Dre\n  Cause no matter how fatter the wallet, I'd rather\n  gather together and splatter\n  whatever egotistic bullshit, the game is over\n  when you push the record but don't push the culture\n\n  Breakin, emceein, graffiti art, deejayin, beatboxin\n  Yo Xzibit, keep rockin!\n"},{"id":12068598,"name":"Intro/Restless (Feat. 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Well that's my secret baby\nI don't take shit, so fuck you, pay me\nSo you can call me, a public servant\nNot a king but a teacher I believe I've earned it\nSo I just walk, or ride my bike\nand bust on the +Up In Smoke+ stage tonight\nGive me a chance and I'll rock the house\nBut let a motherfucker try to take me out\nCause male or female, I will strangle\nIf it's a label, they have to untangle\nAdidas, chains, jerseys, braids\nBandanas hangin off the end of my gauge\nStep right up if that's what you like\nbut watch your bitch, I catch hoes like a dyke\nIn the night at a height right for flight\nWay out of sight, you bite, I recite\nMy chain shine bright, plus my kicks stay white\nas your faggot CEO say, Well alright!\n. I am your mentor\nHistory is mine, it's time you surrender motherfuckers\nand just back up quickly\nYour style is sickly but you persist to get me\nor outwit me with the style that I created\nyears ago when I was sellin powder to the hoes\nOh, all of a sudden you don't know\nor can't remember can't recall can't bring to mind\nthat rhyme that place do not chase\nI run a marathon a race of rhymes in your FACE\nIn case you hate I won't write no tough rap\nFuck with me get your whole FAMILY kidnapped\n\nYo Xzibit! Show these motherfuckers man!\nI don't think they understand this shit!\nBreak this shit over they backs!\n\nI don't dress up to rap or keep a hairdo\nI only grab a nine to bust holes in your crew\nI deny your existence as artists\nYou puttin out a record expectin to chart but it's weak\nbut when you speak through the microphone\nyou fail to realize, nope, you're not alone on the earth\nThe light comes forth cause Mr. X\nIntelligence, smoke and guns manifest in the flesh\nI snatch the mic and get hype\nBehave, before you make the news front page\nHeaded for the grave and the wake\nSo save your microscopic miniature small talk and WALK\nAnd put a little pep in your step\nX to the Z will destroy any motherfuckin rep-utation\nin the nation, in creation\nAll you assholes in ANY occupation\nLike rappers with nothin to say\nI CRUSH 'EM like chronic and then smoke 'em with Dre\nCause no matter how fatter the wallet, I'd rather\ngather together and splatter\nwhatever egotistic bullshit, the game is over\nwhen you push the record but don't push the culture\n\nBreakin, emceein, graffiti art, deejayin, beatboxin\nYo Xzibit, keep rockin!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Intro/Restless (Feat. X)\n  artist: Xzibit\n  album: Restless\n  duration_ms: 75285\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  You are now tuned in to the ultimate sounds. of Dr. Dre\n  You know what time it is!\n  Xzibit steps up to the mic\n  layin down the hard-core, real raw, underground\n  My name is KRS-One, and it's REAL!!\n\n  Well it's me, down with D-R-E\n  X to the Z rocks any party\n  Rocks the beats, and the breaks\n  Rocks the cocks off the whores in the place\n  Cause suckers shake, while I'm creatin\n  They get together and they start to hatin\n  How can we take him out one time\n  cause he brought back the West with the freshest rhymes\n  I might go first, and he'll go second\n  I'll wreck 'em, deck 'em, set it, just checkin your mic\n  Droppin hot shit I like\n  So throw up your hands bitch, run your ice\n  Cause I'll go third, and he'll go fourth\n  By the fifth eat shit, you'll step off\n  Six is your beatdown, your title is seven\n  Takin out your four man crew makes eleven\n  By the twelveth I go for self\n  Rockin L.A. like no one else.\n  You can check any rapper from the underground scene\n  but few have dropped hot shit and seen green\n  Some have dope twelve inches, count 'em\n  But not many niggaz have slammin albums\n  X to the Z rocks consistantly\n  I'm Criminal Minded so don't fuck with me\n  Why? Well that's my secret baby\n  I don't take shit, so fuck you, pay me\n  So you can call me, a public servant\n  Not a king but a teacher I believe I've earned it\n  So I just walk, or ride my bike\n  and bust on the +Up In Smoke+ stage tonight\n  Give me a chance and I'll rock the house\n  But let a motherfucker try to take me out\n  Cause male or female, I will strangle\n  If it's a label, they have to untangle\n  Adidas, chains, jerseys, braids\n  Bandanas hangin off the end of my gauge\n  Step right up if that's what you like\n  but watch your bitch, I catch hoes like a dyke\n  In the night at a height right for flight\n  Way out of sight, you bite, I recite\n  My chain shine bright, plus my kicks stay white\n  as your faggot CEO say, Well alright!\n  . I am your mentor\n  History is mine, it's time you surrender motherfuckers\n  and just back up quickly\n  Your style is sickly but you persist to get me\n  or outwit me with the style that I created\n  years ago when I was sellin powder to the hoes\n  Oh, all of a sudden you don't know\n  or can't remember can't recall can't bring to mind\n  that rhyme that place do not chase\n  I run a marathon a race of rhymes in your FACE\n  In case you hate I won't write no tough rap\n  Fuck with me get your whole FAMILY kidnapped\n\n  Yo Xzibit! Show these motherfuckers man!\n  I don't think they understand this shit!\n  Break this shit over they backs!\n\n  I don't dress up to rap or keep a hairdo\n  I only grab a nine to bust holes in your crew\n  I deny your existence as artists\n  You puttin out a record expectin to chart but it's weak\n  but when you speak through the microphone\n  you fail to realize, nope, you're not alone on the earth\n  The light comes forth cause Mr. X\n  Intelligence, smoke and guns manifest in the flesh\n  I snatch the mic and get hype\n  Behave, before you make the news front page\n  Headed for the grave and the wake\n  So save your microscopic miniature small talk and WALK\n  And put a little pep in your step\n  X to the Z will destroy any motherfuckin rep-utation\n  in the nation, in creation\n  All you assholes in ANY occupation\n  Like rappers with nothin to say\n  I CRUSH 'EM like chronic and then smoke 'em with Dre\n  Cause no matter how fatter the wallet, I'd rather\n  gather together and splatter\n  whatever egotistic bullshit, the game is over\n  when you push the record but don't push the culture\n\n  Breakin, emceein, graffiti art, deejayin, beatboxin\n  Yo Xzibit, keep rockin!\n"},{"id":12071270,"name":"Intro/Restless (Feat. 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Well that's my secret baby\nI don't take shit, so fuck you, pay me\nSo you can call me, a public servant\nNot a king but a teacher I believe I've earned it\nSo I just walk, or ride my bike\nand bust on the +Up In Smoke+ stage tonight\nGive me a chance and I'll rock the house\nBut let a motherfucker try to take me out\nCause male or female, I will strangle\nIf it's a label, they have to untangle\nAdidas, chains, jerseys, braids\nBandanas hangin off the end of my gauge\nStep right up if that's what you like\nbut watch your bitch, I catch hoes like a dyke\nIn the night at a height right for flight\nWay out of sight, you bite, I recite\nMy chain shine bright, plus my kicks stay white\nas your faggot CEO say, Well alright!\n. I am your mentor\nHistory is mine, it's time you surrender motherfuckers\nand just back up quickly\nYour style is sickly but you persist to get me\nor outwit me with the style that I created\nyears ago when I was sellin powder to the hoes\nOh, all of a sudden you don't know\nor can't remember can't recall can't bring to mind\nthat rhyme that place do not chase\nI run a marathon a race of rhymes in your FACE\nIn case you hate I won't write no tough rap\nFuck with me get your whole FAMILY kidnapped\n\nYo Xzibit! Show these motherfuckers man!\nI don't think they understand this shit!\nBreak this shit over they backs!\n\nI don't dress up to rap or keep a hairdo\nI only grab a nine to bust holes in your crew\nI deny your existence as artists\nYou puttin out a record expectin to chart but it's weak\nbut when you speak through the microphone\nyou fail to realize, nope, you're not alone on the earth\nThe light comes forth cause Mr. X\nIntelligence, smoke and guns manifest in the flesh\nI snatch the mic and get hype\nBehave, before you make the news front page\nHeaded for the grave and the wake\nSo save your microscopic miniature small talk and WALK\nAnd put a little pep in your step\nX to the Z will destroy any motherfuckin rep-utation\nin the nation, in creation\nAll you assholes in ANY occupation\nLike rappers with nothin to say\nI CRUSH 'EM like chronic and then smoke 'em with Dre\nCause no matter how fatter the wallet, I'd rather\ngather together and splatter\nwhatever egotistic bullshit, the game is over\nwhen you push the record but don't push the culture\n\nBreakin, emceein, graffiti art, deejayin, beatboxin\nYo Xzibit, keep rockin!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Intro/Restless (Feat. X)\n  artist: Xzibit\n  album: Restless\n  duration_ms: 75285\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  You are now tuned in to the ultimate sounds. of Dr. Dre\n  You know what time it is!\n  Xzibit steps up to the mic\n  layin down the hard-core, real raw, underground\n  My name is KRS-One, and it's REAL!!\n\n  Well it's me, down with D-R-E\n  X to the Z rocks any party\n  Rocks the beats, and the breaks\n  Rocks the cocks off the whores in the place\n  Cause suckers shake, while I'm creatin\n  They get together and they start to hatin\n  How can we take him out one time\n  cause he brought back the West with the freshest rhymes\n  I might go first, and he'll go second\n  I'll wreck 'em, deck 'em, set it, just checkin your mic\n  Droppin hot shit I like\n  So throw up your hands bitch, run your ice\n  Cause I'll go third, and he'll go fourth\n  By the fifth eat shit, you'll step off\n  Six is your beatdown, your title is seven\n  Takin out your four man crew makes eleven\n  By the twelveth I go for self\n  Rockin L.A. like no one else.\n  You can check any rapper from the underground scene\n  but few have dropped hot shit and seen green\n  Some have dope twelve inches, count 'em\n  But not many niggaz have slammin albums\n  X to the Z rocks consistantly\n  I'm Criminal Minded so don't fuck with me\n  Why? Well that's my secret baby\n  I don't take shit, so fuck you, pay me\n  So you can call me, a public servant\n  Not a king but a teacher I believe I've earned it\n  So I just walk, or ride my bike\n  and bust on the +Up In Smoke+ stage tonight\n  Give me a chance and I'll rock the house\n  But let a motherfucker try to take me out\n  Cause male or female, I will strangle\n  If it's a label, they have to untangle\n  Adidas, chains, jerseys, braids\n  Bandanas hangin off the end of my gauge\n  Step right up if that's what you like\n  but watch your bitch, I catch hoes like a dyke\n  In the night at a height right for flight\n  Way out of sight, you bite, I recite\n  My chain shine bright, plus my kicks stay white\n  as your faggot CEO say, Well alright!\n  . I am your mentor\n  History is mine, it's time you surrender motherfuckers\n  and just back up quickly\n  Your style is sickly but you persist to get me\n  or outwit me with the style that I created\n  years ago when I was sellin powder to the hoes\n  Oh, all of a sudden you don't know\n  or can't remember can't recall can't bring to mind\n  that rhyme that place do not chase\n  I run a marathon a race of rhymes in your FACE\n  In case you hate I won't write no tough rap\n  Fuck with me get your whole FAMILY kidnapped\n\n  Yo Xzibit! Show these motherfuckers man!\n  I don't think they understand this shit!\n  Break this shit over they backs!\n\n  I don't dress up to rap or keep a hairdo\n  I only grab a nine to bust holes in your crew\n  I deny your existence as artists\n  You puttin out a record expectin to chart but it's weak\n  but when you speak through the microphone\n  you fail to realize, nope, you're not alone on the earth\n  The light comes forth cause Mr. X\n  Intelligence, smoke and guns manifest in the flesh\n  I snatch the mic and get hype\n  Behave, before you make the news front page\n  Headed for the grave and the wake\n  So save your microscopic miniature small talk and WALK\n  And put a little pep in your step\n  X to the Z will destroy any motherfuckin rep-utation\n  in the nation, in creation\n  All you assholes in ANY occupation\n  Like rappers with nothin to say\n  I CRUSH 'EM like chronic and then smoke 'em with Dre\n  Cause no matter how fatter the wallet, I'd rather\n  gather together and splatter\n  whatever egotistic bullshit, the game is over\n  when you push the record but don't push the culture\n\n  Breakin, emceein, graffiti art, deejayin, beatboxin\n  Yo Xzibit, keep rockin!\n"},{"id":17165488,"name":"Restless (Intro) (world.raprock.az)","trackName":"Restless (Intro) (world.raprock.az)","artistName":"Xzibit","albumName":"Restless (2000)","duration":75.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"You are now tuned in to the ultimate sounds. of Dr. Dre\nYou know what time it is!\nXzibit steps up to the mic\nlayin down the hard-core, real raw, underground\nMy name is KRS-One, and it's REAL!!\n\nWell it's me, down with D-R-E\nX to the Z rocks any party\nRocks the beats, and the breaks\nRocks the cocks off the whores in the place\nCause suckers shake, while I'm creatin\nThey get together and they start to hatin\nHow can we take him out one time\ncause he brought back the West with the freshest rhymes\nI might go first, and he'll go second\nI'll wreck 'em, deck 'em, set it, just checkin your mic\nDroppin hot shit I like\nSo throw up your hands bitch, run your ice\nCause I'll go third, and he'll go fourth\nBy the fifth eat shit, you'll step off\nSix is your beatdown, your title is seven\nTakin out your four man crew makes eleven\nBy the twelveth I go for self\nRockin L.A. like no one else.\nYou can check any rapper from the underground scene\nbut few have dropped hot shit and seen green\nSome have dope twelve inches, count 'em\nBut not many niggaz have slammin albums\nX to the Z rocks consistantly\nI'm Criminal Minded so don't fuck with me\nWhy? Well that's my secret baby\nI don't take shit, so fuck you, pay me\nSo you can call me, a public servant\nNot a king but a teacher I believe I've earned it\nSo I just walk, or ride my bike\nand bust on the +Up In Smoke+ stage tonight\nGive me a chance and I'll rock the house\nBut let a motherfucker try to take me out\nCause male or female, I will strangle\nIf it's a label, they have to untangle\nAdidas, chains, jerseys, braids\nBandanas hangin off the end of my gauge\nStep right up if that's what you like\nbut watch your bitch, I catch hoes like a dyke\nIn the night at a height right for flight\nWay out of sight, you bite, I recite\nMy chain shine bright, plus my kicks stay white\nas your faggot CEO say, Well alright!\n. I am your mentor\nHistory is mine, it's time you surrender motherfuckers\nand just back up quickly\nYour style is sickly but you persist to get me\nor outwit me with the style that I created\nyears ago when I was sellin powder to the hoes\nOh, all of a sudden you don't know\nor can't remember can't recall can't bring to mind\nthat rhyme that place do not chase\nI run a marathon a race of rhymes in your FACE\nIn case you hate I won't write no tough rap\nFuck with me get your whole FAMILY kidnapped\n\nYo Xzibit! Show these motherfuckers man!\nI don't think they understand this shit!\nBreak this shit over they backs!\n\nI don't dress up to rap or keep a hairdo\nI only grab a nine to bust holes in your crew\nI deny your existence as artists\nYou puttin out a record expectin to chart but it's weak\nbut when you speak through the microphone\nyou fail to realize, nope, you're not alone on the earth\nThe light comes forth cause Mr. X\nIntelligence, smoke and guns manifest in the flesh\nI snatch the mic and get hype\nBehave, before you make the news front page\nHeaded for the grave and the wake\nSo save your microscopic miniature small talk and WALK\nAnd put a little pep in your step\nX to the Z will destroy any motherfuckin rep-utation\nin the nation, in creation\nAll you assholes in ANY occupation\nLike rappers with nothin to say\nI CRUSH 'EM like chronic and then smoke 'em with Dre\nCause no matter how fatter the wallet, I'd rather\ngather together and splatter\nwhatever egotistic bullshit, the game is over\nwhen you push the record but don't push the culture\n\nBreakin, emceein, graffiti art, deejayin, beatboxin\nYo Xzibit, keep rockin!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Restless (Intro) (world.raprock.az)\n  artist: Xzibit\n  album: Restless (2000)\n  duration_ms: 75000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  You are now tuned in to the ultimate sounds. of Dr. Dre\n  You know what time it is!\n  Xzibit steps up to the mic\n  layin down the hard-core, real raw, underground\n  My name is KRS-One, and it's REAL!!\n\n  Well it's me, down with D-R-E\n  X to the Z rocks any party\n  Rocks the beats, and the breaks\n  Rocks the cocks off the whores in the place\n  Cause suckers shake, while I'm creatin\n  They get together and they start to hatin\n  How can we take him out one time\n  cause he brought back the West with the freshest rhymes\n  I might go first, and he'll go second\n  I'll wreck 'em, deck 'em, set it, just checkin your mic\n  Droppin hot shit I like\n  So throw up your hands bitch, run your ice\n  Cause I'll go third, and he'll go fourth\n  By the fifth eat shit, you'll step off\n  Six is your beatdown, your title is seven\n  Takin out your four man crew makes eleven\n  By the twelveth I go for self\n  Rockin L.A. like no one else.\n  You can check any rapper from the underground scene\n  but few have dropped hot shit and seen green\n  Some have dope twelve inches, count 'em\n  But not many niggaz have slammin albums\n  X to the Z rocks consistantly\n  I'm Criminal Minded so don't fuck with me\n  Why? Well that's my secret baby\n  I don't take shit, so fuck you, pay me\n  So you can call me, a public servant\n  Not a king but a teacher I believe I've earned it\n  So I just walk, or ride my bike\n  and bust on the +Up In Smoke+ stage tonight\n  Give me a chance and I'll rock the house\n  But let a motherfucker try to take me out\n  Cause male or female, I will strangle\n  If it's a label, they have to untangle\n  Adidas, chains, jerseys, braids\n  Bandanas hangin off the end of my gauge\n  Step right up if that's what you like\n  but watch your bitch, I catch hoes like a dyke\n  In the night at a height right for flight\n  Way out of sight, you bite, I recite\n  My chain shine bright, plus my kicks stay white\n  as your faggot CEO say, Well alright!\n  . I am your mentor\n  History is mine, it's time you surrender motherfuckers\n  and just back up quickly\n  Your style is sickly but you persist to get me\n  or outwit me with the style that I created\n  years ago when I was sellin powder to the hoes\n  Oh, all of a sudden you don't know\n  or can't remember can't recall can't bring to mind\n  that rhyme that place do not chase\n  I run a marathon a race of rhymes in your FACE\n  In case you hate I won't write no tough rap\n  Fuck with me get your whole FAMILY kidnapped\n\n  Yo Xzibit! Show these motherfuckers man!\n  I don't think they understand this shit!\n  Break this shit over they backs!\n\n  I don't dress up to rap or keep a hairdo\n  I only grab a nine to bust holes in your crew\n  I deny your existence as artists\n  You puttin out a record expectin to chart but it's weak\n  but when you speak through the microphone\n  you fail to realize, nope, you're not alone on the earth\n  The light comes forth cause Mr. X\n  Intelligence, smoke and guns manifest in the flesh\n  I snatch the mic and get hype\n  Behave, before you make the news front page\n  Headed for the grave and the wake\n  So save your microscopic miniature small talk and WALK\n  And put a little pep in your step\n  X to the Z will destroy any motherfuckin rep-utation\n  in the nation, in creation\n  All you assholes in ANY occupation\n  Like rappers with nothin to say\n  I CRUSH 'EM like chronic and then smoke 'em with Dre\n  Cause no matter how fatter the wallet, I'd rather\n  gather together and splatter\n  whatever egotistic bullshit, the game is over\n  when you push the record but don't push the culture\n\n  Breakin, emceein, graffiti art, deejayin, beatboxin\n  Yo Xzibit, keep rockin!\n"},{"id":14234759,"name":"Intro/Restless (Produced By Sir Jinx & Thayod Ausar)","trackName":"Intro/Restless (Produced By Sir Jinx & Thayod Ausar)","artistName":"Xzibit","albumName":"Restless","duration":75.226667,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"You are now tuned in to the ultimate sounds. of Dr. Dre\nYou know what time it is!\nXzibit steps up to the mic\nlayin down the hard-core, real raw, underground\nMy name is KRS-One, and it's REAL!!\n\nWell it's me, down with D-R-E\nX to the Z rocks any party\nRocks the beats, and the breaks\nRocks the cocks off the whores in the place\nCause suckers shake, while I'm creatin\nThey get together and they start to hatin\nHow can we take him out one time\ncause he brought back the West with the freshest rhymes\nI might go first, and he'll go second\nI'll wreck 'em, deck 'em, set it, just checkin your mic\nDroppin hot shit I like\nSo throw up your hands bitch, run your ice\nCause I'll go third, and he'll go fourth\nBy the fifth eat shit, you'll step off\nSix is your beatdown, your title is seven\nTakin out your four man crew makes eleven\nBy the twelveth I go for self\nRockin L.A. like no one else.\nYou can check any rapper from the underground scene\nbut few have dropped hot shit and seen green\nSome have dope twelve inches, count 'em\nBut not many niggaz have slammin albums\nX to the Z rocks consistantly\nI'm Criminal Minded so don't fuck with me\nWhy? Well that's my secret baby\nI don't take shit, so fuck you, pay me\nSo you can call me, a public servant\nNot a king but a teacher I believe I've earned it\nSo I just walk, or ride my bike\nand bust on the +Up In Smoke+ stage tonight\nGive me a chance and I'll rock the house\nBut let a motherfucker try to take me out\nCause male or female, I will strangle\nIf it's a label, they have to untangle\nAdidas, chains, jerseys, braids\nBandanas hangin off the end of my gauge\nStep right up if that's what you like\nbut watch your bitch, I catch hoes like a dyke\nIn the night at a height right for flight\nWay out of sight, you bite, I recite\nMy chain shine bright, plus my kicks stay white\nas your faggot CEO say, Well alright!\n. 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Show these motherfuckers man!\nI don't think they understand this shit!\nBreak this shit over they backs!\n\nI don't dress up to rap or keep a hairdo\nI only grab a nine to bust holes in your crew\nI deny your existence as artists\nYou puttin out a record expectin to chart but it's weak\nbut when you speak through the microphone\nyou fail to realize, nope, you're not alone on the earth\nThe light comes forth cause Mr. X\nIntelligence, smoke and guns manifest in the flesh\nI snatch the mic and get hype\nBehave, before you make the news front page\nHeaded for the grave and the wake\nSo save your microscopic miniature small talk and WALK\nAnd put a little pep in your step\nX to the Z will destroy any motherfuckin rep-utation\nin the nation, in creation\nAll you assholes in ANY occupation\nLike rappers with nothin to say\nI CRUSH 'EM like chronic and then smoke 'em with Dre\nCause no matter how fatter the wallet, I'd rather\ngather together and splatter\nwhatever egotistic bullshit, the game is over\nwhen you push the record but don't push the culture\n\nBreakin, emceein, graffiti art, deejayin, beatboxin\nYo Xzibit, keep rockin!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Intro/Restless (Produced By Sir Jinx & Thayod Ausar)\n  artist: Xzibit\n  album: Restless\n  duration_ms: 75227\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  You are now tuned in to the ultimate sounds. of Dr. Dre\n  You know what time it is!\n  Xzibit steps up to the mic\n  layin down the hard-core, real raw, underground\n  My name is KRS-One, and it's REAL!!\n\n  Well it's me, down with D-R-E\n  X to the Z rocks any party\n  Rocks the beats, and the breaks\n  Rocks the cocks off the whores in the place\n  Cause suckers shake, while I'm creatin\n  They get together and they start to hatin\n  How can we take him out one time\n  cause he brought back the West with the freshest rhymes\n  I might go first, and he'll go second\n  I'll wreck 'em, deck 'em, set it, just checkin your mic\n  Droppin hot shit I like\n  So throw up your hands bitch, run your ice\n  Cause I'll go third, and he'll go fourth\n  By the fifth eat shit, you'll step off\n  Six is your beatdown, your title is seven\n  Takin out your four man crew makes eleven\n  By the twelveth I go for self\n  Rockin L.A. like no one else.\n  You can check any rapper from the underground scene\n  but few have dropped hot shit and seen green\n  Some have dope twelve inches, count 'em\n  But not many niggaz have slammin albums\n  X to the Z rocks consistantly\n  I'm Criminal Minded so don't fuck with me\n  Why? Well that's my secret baby\n  I don't take shit, so fuck you, pay me\n  So you can call me, a public servant\n  Not a king but a teacher I believe I've earned it\n  So I just walk, or ride my bike\n  and bust on the +Up In Smoke+ stage tonight\n  Give me a chance and I'll rock the house\n  But let a motherfucker try to take me out\n  Cause male or female, I will strangle\n  If it's a label, they have to untangle\n  Adidas, chains, jerseys, braids\n  Bandanas hangin off the end of my gauge\n  Step right up if that's what you like\n  but watch your bitch, I catch hoes like a dyke\n  In the night at a height right for flight\n  Way out of sight, you bite, I recite\n  My chain shine bright, plus my kicks stay white\n  as your faggot CEO say, Well alright!\n  . I am your mentor\n  History is mine, it's time you surrender motherfuckers\n  and just back up quickly\n  Your style is sickly but you persist to get me\n  or outwit me with the style that I created\n  years ago when I was sellin powder to the hoes\n  Oh, all of a sudden you don't know\n  or can't remember can't recall can't bring to mind\n  that rhyme that place do not chase\n  I run a marathon a race of rhymes in your FACE\n  In case you hate I won't write no tough rap\n  Fuck with me get your whole FAMILY kidnapped\n\n  Yo Xzibit! 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I am your mentor\nHistory is mine, it's time you surrender motherfuckers\nand just back up quickly\nYour style is sickly but you persist to get me\nor outwit me with the style that I created\nyears ago when I was sellin powder to the hoes\nOh, all of a sudden you don't know\nor can't remember can't recall can't bring to mind\nthat rhyme that place do not chase\nI run a marathon a race of rhymes in your FACE\nIn case you hate I won't write no tough rap\nFuck with me get your whole FAMILY kidnapped\n\nYo Xzibit! 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X\n  artist: Xzibit\n  album: Restless\n  duration_ms: 75293\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  You are now tuned in to the ultimate sounds. of Dr. Dre\n  You know what time it is!\n  Xzibit steps up to the mic\n  layin down the hard-core, real raw, underground\n  My name is KRS-One, and it's REAL!!\n\n  Well it's me, down with D-R-E\n  X to the Z rocks any party\n  Rocks the beats, and the breaks\n  Rocks the cocks off the whores in the place\n  Cause suckers shake, while I'm creatin\n  They get together and they start to hatin\n  How can we take him out one time\n  cause he brought back the West with the freshest rhymes\n  I might go first, and he'll go second\n  I'll wreck 'em, deck 'em, set it, just checkin your mic\n  Droppin hot shit I like\n  So throw up your hands bitch, run your ice\n  Cause I'll go third, and he'll go fourth\n  By the fifth eat shit, you'll step off\n  Six is your beatdown, your title is seven\n  Takin out your four man crew makes eleven\n  By the twelveth I go for self\n  Rockin L.A. like no one else.\n  You can check any rapper from the underground scene\n  but few have dropped hot shit and seen green\n  Some have dope twelve inches, count 'em\n  But not many niggaz have slammin albums\n  X to the Z rocks consistantly\n  I'm Criminal Minded so don't fuck with me\n  Why? Well that's my secret baby\n  I don't take shit, so fuck you, pay me\n  So you can call me, a public servant\n  Not a king but a teacher I believe I've earned it\n  So I just walk, or ride my bike\n  and bust on the +Up In Smoke+ stage tonight\n  Give me a chance and I'll rock the house\n  But let a motherfucker try to take me out\n  Cause male or female, I will strangle\n  If it's a label, they have to untangle\n  Adidas, chains, jerseys, braids\n  Bandanas hangin off the end of my gauge\n  Step right up if that's what you like\n  but watch your bitch, I catch hoes like a dyke\n  In the night at a height right for flight\n  Way out of sight, you bite, I recite\n  My chain shine bright, plus my kicks stay white\n  as your faggot CEO say, Well alright!\n  . I am your mentor\n  History is mine, it's time you surrender motherfuckers\n  and just back up quickly\n  Your style is sickly but you persist to get me\n  or outwit me with the style that I created\n  years ago when I was sellin powder to the hoes\n  Oh, all of a sudden you don't know\n  or can't remember can't recall can't bring to mind\n  that rhyme that place do not chase\n  I run a marathon a race of rhymes in your FACE\n  In case you hate I won't write no tough rap\n  Fuck with me get your whole FAMILY kidnapped\n\n  Yo Xzibit! Show these motherfuckers man!\n  I don't think they understand this shit!\n  Break this shit over they backs!\n\n  I don't dress up to rap or keep a hairdo\n  I only grab a nine to bust holes in your crew\n  I deny your existence as artists\n  You puttin out a record expectin to chart but it's weak\n  but when you speak through the microphone\n  you fail to realize, nope, you're not alone on the earth\n  The light comes forth cause Mr. X\n  Intelligence, smoke and guns manifest in the flesh\n  I snatch the mic and get hype\n  Behave, before you make the news front page\n  Headed for the grave and the wake\n  So save your microscopic miniature small talk and WALK\n  And put a little pep in your step\n  X to the Z will destroy any motherfuckin rep-utation\n  in the nation, in creation\n  All you assholes in ANY occupation\n  Like rappers with nothin to say\n  I CRUSH 'EM like chronic and then smoke 'em with Dre\n  Cause no matter how fatter the wallet, I'd rather\n  gather together and splatter\n  whatever egotistic bullshit, the game is over\n  when you push the record but don't push the culture\n\n  Breakin, emceein, graffiti art, deejayin, beatboxin\n  Yo Xzibit, keep rockin!\n"},{"id":20897563,"name":"Intro/Restless","trackName":"Intro/Restless","artistName":"Xzibit","albumName":"[non-album tracks]","duration":75.284898,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"You are now tuned in to the ultimate sounds. of Dr. Dre\nYou know what time it is!\nXzibit steps up to the mic\nlayin down the hard-core, real raw, underground\nMy name is KRS-One, and it's REAL!!\n\nWell it's me, down with D-R-E\nX to the Z rocks any party\nRocks the beats, and the breaks\nRocks the cocks off the whores in the place\nCause suckers shake, while I'm creatin\nThey get together and they start to hatin\nHow can we take him out one time\ncause he brought back the West with the freshest rhymes\nI might go first, and he'll go second\nI'll wreck 'em, deck 'em, set it, just checkin your mic\nDroppin hot shit I like\nSo throw up your hands bitch, run your ice\nCause I'll go third, and he'll go fourth\nBy the fifth eat shit, you'll step off\nSix is your beatdown, your title is seven\nTakin out your four man crew makes eleven\nBy the twelveth I go for self\nRockin L.A. like no one else.\nYou can check any rapper from the underground scene\nbut few have dropped hot shit and seen green\nSome have dope twelve inches, count 'em\nBut not many niggaz have slammin albums\nX to the Z rocks consistantly\nI'm Criminal Minded so don't fuck with me\nWhy? Well that's my secret baby\nI don't take shit, so fuck you, pay me\nSo you can call me, a public servant\nNot a king but a teacher I believe I've earned it\nSo I just walk, or ride my bike\nand bust on the +Up In Smoke+ stage tonight\nGive me a chance and I'll rock the house\nBut let a motherfucker try to take me out\nCause male or female, I will strangle\nIf it's a label, they have to untangle\nAdidas, chains, jerseys, braids\nBandanas hangin off the end of my gauge\nStep right up if that's what you like\nbut watch your bitch, I catch hoes like a dyke\nIn the night at a height right for flight\nWay out of sight, you bite, I recite\nMy chain shine bright, plus my kicks stay white\nas your faggot CEO say, Well alright!\n. I am your mentor\nHistory is mine, it's time you surrender motherfuckers\nand just back up quickly\nYour style is sickly but you persist to get me\nor outwit me with the style that I created\nyears ago when I was sellin powder to the hoes\nOh, all of a sudden you don't know\nor can't remember can't recall can't bring to mind\nthat rhyme that place do not chase\nI run a marathon a race of rhymes in your FACE\nIn case you hate I won't write no tough rap\nFuck with me get your whole FAMILY kidnapped\n\nYo Xzibit! Show these motherfuckers man!\nI don't think they understand this shit!\nBreak this shit over they backs!\n\nI don't dress up to rap or keep a hairdo\nI only grab a nine to bust holes in your crew\nI deny your existence as artists\nYou puttin out a record expectin to chart but it's weak\nbut when you speak through the microphone\nyou fail to realize, nope, you're not alone on the earth\nThe light comes forth cause Mr. X\nIntelligence, smoke and guns manifest in the flesh\nI snatch the mic and get hype\nBehave, before you make the news front page\nHeaded for the grave and the wake\nSo save your microscopic miniature small talk and WALK\nAnd put a little pep in your step\nX to the Z will destroy any motherfuckin rep-utation\nin the nation, in creation\nAll you assholes in ANY occupation\nLike rappers with nothin to say\nI CRUSH 'EM like chronic and then smoke 'em with Dre\nCause no matter how fatter the wallet, I'd rather\ngather together and splatter\nwhatever egotistic bullshit, the game is over\nwhen you push the record but don't push the culture\n\nBreakin, emceein, graffiti art, deejayin, beatboxin\nYo Xzibit, keep rockin!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Intro/Restless\n  artist: Xzibit\n  album: '[non-album tracks]'\n  duration_ms: 75285\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  You are now tuned in to the ultimate sounds. of Dr. Dre\n  You know what time it is!\n  Xzibit steps up to the mic\n  layin down the hard-core, real raw, underground\n  My name is KRS-One, and it's REAL!!\n\n  Well it's me, down with D-R-E\n  X to the Z rocks any party\n  Rocks the beats, and the breaks\n  Rocks the cocks off the whores in the place\n  Cause suckers shake, while I'm creatin\n  They get together and they start to hatin\n  How can we take him out one time\n  cause he brought back the West with the freshest rhymes\n  I might go first, and he'll go second\n  I'll wreck 'em, deck 'em, set it, just checkin your mic\n  Droppin hot shit I like\n  So throw up your hands bitch, run your ice\n  Cause I'll go third, and he'll go fourth\n  By the fifth eat shit, you'll step off\n  Six is your beatdown, your title is seven\n  Takin out your four man crew makes eleven\n  By the twelveth I go for self\n  Rockin L.A. like no one else.\n  You can check any rapper from the underground scene\n  but few have dropped hot shit and seen green\n  Some have dope twelve inches, count 'em\n  But not many niggaz have slammin albums\n  X to the Z rocks consistantly\n  I'm Criminal Minded so don't fuck with me\n  Why? Well that's my secret baby\n  I don't take shit, so fuck you, pay me\n  So you can call me, a public servant\n  Not a king but a teacher I believe I've earned it\n  So I just walk, or ride my bike\n  and bust on the +Up In Smoke+ stage tonight\n  Give me a chance and I'll rock the house\n  But let a motherfucker try to take me out\n  Cause male or female, I will strangle\n  If it's a label, they have to untangle\n  Adidas, chains, jerseys, braids\n  Bandanas hangin off the end of my gauge\n  Step right up if that's what you like\n  but watch your bitch, I catch hoes like a dyke\n  In the night at a height right for flight\n  Way out of sight, you bite, I recite\n  My chain shine bright, plus my kicks stay white\n  as your faggot CEO say, Well alright!\n  . I am your mentor\n  History is mine, it's time you surrender motherfuckers\n  and just back up quickly\n  Your style is sickly but you persist to get me\n  or outwit me with the style that I created\n  years ago when I was sellin powder to the hoes\n  Oh, all of a sudden you don't know\n  or can't remember can't recall can't bring to mind\n  that rhyme that place do not chase\n  I run a marathon a race of rhymes in your FACE\n  In case you hate I won't write no tough rap\n  Fuck with me get your whole FAMILY kidnapped\n\n  Yo Xzibit! Show these motherfuckers man!\n  I don't think they understand this shit!\n  Break this shit over they backs!\n\n  I don't dress up to rap or keep a hairdo\n  I only grab a nine to bust holes in your crew\n  I deny your existence as artists\n  You puttin out a record expectin to chart but it's weak\n  but when you speak through the microphone\n  you fail to realize, nope, you're not alone on the earth\n  The light comes forth cause Mr. X\n  Intelligence, smoke and guns manifest in the flesh\n  I snatch the mic and get hype\n  Behave, before you make the news front page\n  Headed for the grave and the wake\n  So save your microscopic miniature small talk and WALK\n  And put a little pep in your step\n  X to the Z will destroy any motherfuckin rep-utation\n  in the nation, in creation\n  All you assholes in ANY occupation\n  Like rappers with nothin to say\n  I CRUSH 'EM like chronic and then smoke 'em with Dre\n  Cause no matter how fatter the wallet, I'd rather\n  gather together and splatter\n  whatever egotistic bullshit, the game is over\n  when you push the record but don't push the culture\n\n  Breakin, emceein, graffiti art, deejayin, beatboxin\n  Yo Xzibit, keep rockin!\n"},{"id":20328931,"name":"Intro (Restless) Feat. 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Well that's my secret baby\nI don't take shit, so fuck you, pay me\nSo you can call me, a public servant\nNot a king but a teacher I believe I've earned it\nSo I just walk, or ride my bike\nand bust on the +Up In Smoke+ stage tonight\nGive me a chance and I'll rock the house\nBut let a motherfucker try to take me out\nCause male or female, I will strangle\nIf it's a label, they have to untangle\nAdidas, chains, jerseys, braids\nBandanas hangin off the end of my gauge\nStep right up if that's what you like\nbut watch your bitch, I catch hoes like a dyke\nIn the night at a height right for flight\nWay out of sight, you bite, I recite\nMy chain shine bright, plus my kicks stay white\nas your faggot CEO say, Well alright!\n. I am your mentor\nHistory is mine, it's time you surrender motherfuckers\nand just back up quickly\nYour style is sickly but you persist to get me\nor outwit me with the style that I created\nyears ago when I was sellin powder to the hoes\nOh, all of a sudden you don't know\nor can't remember can't recall can't bring to mind\nthat rhyme that place do not chase\nI run a marathon a race of rhymes in your FACE\nIn case you hate I won't write no tough rap\nFuck with me get your whole FAMILY kidnapped\n\nYo Xzibit! Show these motherfuckers man!\nI don't think they understand this shit!\nBreak this shit over they backs!\n\nI don't dress up to rap or keep a hairdo\nI only grab a nine to bust holes in your crew\nI deny your existence as artists\nYou puttin out a record expectin to chart but it's weak\nbut when you speak through the microphone\nyou fail to realize, nope, you're not alone on the earth\nThe light comes forth cause Mr. X\nIntelligence, smoke and guns manifest in the flesh\nI snatch the mic and get hype\nBehave, before you make the news front page\nHeaded for the grave and the wake\nSo save your microscopic miniature small talk and WALK\nAnd put a little pep in your step\nX to the Z will destroy any motherfuckin rep-utation\nin the nation, in creation\nAll you assholes in ANY occupation\nLike rappers with nothin to say\nI CRUSH 'EM like chronic and then smoke 'em with Dre\nCause no matter how fatter the wallet, I'd rather\ngather together and splatter\nwhatever egotistic bullshit, the game is over\nwhen you push the record but don't push the culture\n\nBreakin, emceein, graffiti art, deejayin, beatboxin\nYo Xzibit, keep rockin!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Intro (Restless) Feat. X\n  artist: Xzibit\n  album: Prestless\n  duration_ms: 77296\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  You are now tuned in to the ultimate sounds. of Dr. Dre\n  You know what time it is!\n  Xzibit steps up to the mic\n  layin down the hard-core, real raw, underground\n  My name is KRS-One, and it's REAL!!\n\n  Well it's me, down with D-R-E\n  X to the Z rocks any party\n  Rocks the beats, and the breaks\n  Rocks the cocks off the whores in the place\n  Cause suckers shake, while I'm creatin\n  They get together and they start to hatin\n  How can we take him out one time\n  cause he brought back the West with the freshest rhymes\n  I might go first, and he'll go second\n  I'll wreck 'em, deck 'em, set it, just checkin your mic\n  Droppin hot shit I like\n  So throw up your hands bitch, run your ice\n  Cause I'll go third, and he'll go fourth\n  By the fifth eat shit, you'll step off\n  Six is your beatdown, your title is seven\n  Takin out your four man crew makes eleven\n  By the twelveth I go for self\n  Rockin L.A. like no one else.\n  You can check any rapper from the underground scene\n  but few have dropped hot shit and seen green\n  Some have dope twelve inches, count 'em\n  But not many niggaz have slammin albums\n  X to the Z rocks consistantly\n  I'm Criminal Minded so don't fuck with me\n  Why? Well that's my secret baby\n  I don't take shit, so fuck you, pay me\n  So you can call me, a public servant\n  Not a king but a teacher I believe I've earned it\n  So I just walk, or ride my bike\n  and bust on the +Up In Smoke+ stage tonight\n  Give me a chance and I'll rock the house\n  But let a motherfucker try to take me out\n  Cause male or female, I will strangle\n  If it's a label, they have to untangle\n  Adidas, chains, jerseys, braids\n  Bandanas hangin off the end of my gauge\n  Step right up if that's what you like\n  but watch your bitch, I catch hoes like a dyke\n  In the night at a height right for flight\n  Way out of sight, you bite, I recite\n  My chain shine bright, plus my kicks stay white\n  as your faggot CEO say, Well alright!\n  . I am your mentor\n  History is mine, it's time you surrender motherfuckers\n  and just back up quickly\n  Your style is sickly but you persist to get me\n  or outwit me with the style that I created\n  years ago when I was sellin powder to the hoes\n  Oh, all of a sudden you don't know\n  or can't remember can't recall can't bring to mind\n  that rhyme that place do not chase\n  I run a marathon a race of rhymes in your FACE\n  In case you hate I won't write no tough rap\n  Fuck with me get your whole FAMILY kidnapped\n\n  Yo Xzibit! Show these motherfuckers man!\n  I don't think they understand this shit!\n  Break this shit over they backs!\n\n  I don't dress up to rap or keep a hairdo\n  I only grab a nine to bust holes in your crew\n  I deny your existence as artists\n  You puttin out a record expectin to chart but it's weak\n  but when you speak through the microphone\n  you fail to realize, nope, you're not alone on the earth\n  The light comes forth cause Mr. X\n  Intelligence, smoke and guns manifest in the flesh\n  I snatch the mic and get hype\n  Behave, before you make the news front page\n  Headed for the grave and the wake\n  So save your microscopic miniature small talk and WALK\n  And put a little pep in your step\n  X to the Z will destroy any motherfuckin rep-utation\n  in the nation, in creation\n  All you assholes in ANY occupation\n  Like rappers with nothin to say\n  I CRUSH 'EM like chronic and then smoke 'em with Dre\n  Cause no matter how fatter the wallet, I'd rather\n  gather together and splatter\n  whatever egotistic bullshit, the game is over\n  when you push the record but don't push the culture\n\n  Breakin, emceein, graffiti art, deejayin, beatboxin\n  Yo Xzibit, keep rockin!\n"}]