[{"id":18684397,"name":"skepta x 808mystic - the hood dream","trackName":"skepta x 808mystic - the hood dream","artistName":"808mystic","albumName":"808mystic Videos","duration":225.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Well then\nSkepta\nI was like\nHow can i be stupid\nI got my Walkman in my top pocket\nMy headphones goin' into my blazer sleeve\nYou think i'm resting my head on my hand\nNah fam, I'm listening to music\nWhat? You didn't know what i was doing?\nI'm on the ball like Patrick Ewing\nYou better not get out your chair\nCause when you come back\nYou'll be sitting in the gum im chewing\nI kept acting a fool 'til i left school\nWith one GCSE, screwin'\nHit the road, Li-\nYo i got a little buzz\nI lef the road for my supporters that showed me love, aight'\n\nAlright alright\nJunior\nA.K.A Joseph Adenuga, left school with one GCSE\nSelf raising flower, two eggs and a ruler\nI went home straight to the computer\nMy mom told me to turn it down\nA couple years later - I'm in the jeweller\nPicking up stuff that i only dreamed about being able to afford\nI bought my dad a brand new car\nStraight of the showroom floor, it weren't a Porsche\nBut it meant the same thing to him\nStop smiling Dad, jump in the thing\nEmotional, i wanna cry\nMy eyes tingeling\n\nSee\nThey wanna know how i'm on the way to a mill\nBut still, i keep it so real\nOk, i'm ready to answer the question\nNo deal\nJust me and Sam, that's a good team\nRight now i'm living the hood dream\nMe, Ghetts, Giggs and C\nRepping the UK at the BET\nAnd Tinchy Stryder once told me\n\"Skepta play the game but break the rules\nEven if it's a fist fight take a tool\nEven if it's one-per-person take it all\"\n'Cause nobody is praising Boy Better Know for getting of the ground\nSo i ain't jumping off my high horse anytime soon\n'Cause it's just too far down\nAnd i can hear man saying\n\"Skepta's gonna fall off, oxymoron\"\nI run on to the grime MC pitch and kick the ball off, what\nIt's Skepta the listeners wanna hear more of\nYou had a little buzz but it wore off\nI don't wanna hear no talk about sawn-off\nI kick the door off\nRun up in a house like God forgive me if i hurt any children\nCan't take me for Paris Hilton\nYou better know i'm a Tottenham Temple soldier\nHold tight Mr. Wilson\nCall me a lyrical author\nI specialize in lyrical slaughter\nAnd if you think he's better than me\nThen you ain't got taste like water\n\nNo matter how hard you try to\nYou can never make duppy like i do\nAny way you wanna hide i'll find you\nDo i have to remind you that i'm on a one man thing\nBut i got a big family like Patel and Singh\nSo when i go make me a duppy\nNobody knows who boyed off the ting\nThey're like \"Skepta what's popping?\"\nSo i told them Ace of Spades\nMe, Scholar, Rapid and Gracious K\nTreat the champagne like a MAC-10\nWhen i get hold of it i pop it off and spray\nPlus my cousin Dwight just come outta jail\nSo i'm celebrating today\nI'm like \"hip-hip-hooray\"\nI won't stop\nI cleaned up with a broom and a mop\nAnd now i got IBS on my intestines feelin' like it's tied in a knot\nTim, it must be all the champagne\nI'm a Dan like Marc and Zane\nHeavy-weight champion\nSo you know i had to get Frank Warren on my album campaign\nA lot of money's is exchanged in accounts\nI'm talking bout' stupid amounts\nAll your cheques are like a basketball\nThey bounce\nYou man are air like Michael Jordan\nBetter still you man are like Rodman\nBig shout to my bruddas in Tottenham\nThat love me like they love Game in Compton\n\nYo, it's Joseph\nI get dough, bread, Hovis\nPlus me and my paper stick together like Sticha and Otis\nGirl better know, Boy Better Know dis'\nI bought an R6 got chased by the boydem and got shift\nI got a fine and a 6-month driving ban so i sold it\nFam-a-lam i'm fine\nBoy Better Know is the label, i'm already signed\nI'm the reason anyone over twenty-five still listens to grime\nYeah take that to heart\nMy ears burning from the talk in the yard\n\"N-nah man i don't like grime\nBut you see that guy Skepta, he's hard\"\nNah you can't do it like me\nPart-time criminal, full-time MC\nFeds wanna lock up the IC3\nBecause i don't play like a blank CD\nIt's the way that i am with the women\nI merked every single dance that I've been in\nCommercial artist, still one of grime's hardest\nStuck in the middle like sandwich filling\n\nBwah","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.27] Well then\n[00:01.26] Skepta\n[00:01.82] I was like\n[00:02.47] How can i be stupid\n[00:03.43] I got my Walkman in my top pocket\n[00:05.20] My headphones goin' into my blazer sleeve\n[00:07.04] You think i'm resting my head on my hand\n[00:08.73] Nah fam, I'm listening to music\n[00:10.38] What? You didn't know what i was doing?\n[00:12.09] I'm on the ball like Patrick Ewing\n[00:13.60] You better not get out your chair\n[00:14.82] Cause when you come back\n[00:15.83] You'll be sitting in the gum im chewing\n[00:17.33] I kept acting a fool 'til i left school\n[00:18.90] With one GCSE, screwin'\n[00:20.80] Hit the road, Li-\n[00:23.16] Yo i got a little buzz\n[00:24.07] I lef the road for my supporters that showed me love, aight'\n[00:27.34] Alright alright\n[00:30.32] Junior\n[00:31.17] A.K.A Joseph Adenuga, left school with one GCSE\n[00:34.32] Self raising flower, two eggs and a ruler\n[00:36.02] I went home straight to the computer\n[00:37.84] My mom told me to turn it down\n[00:39.24] A couple years later - I'm in the jeweller\n[00:41.21] Picking up stuff that i only dreamed about being able to afford\n[00:44.25] I bought my dad a brand new car\n[00:46.09] Straight of the showroom floor, it weren't a Porsche\n[00:48.63] But it meant the same thing to him\n[00:50.17] Stop smiling Dad, jump in the thing\n[00:51.95] Emotional, i wanna cry\n[00:53.59] My eyes tingeling\n[00:54.53] See\n[00:55.27] They wanna know how i'm on the way to a mill\n[00:56.88] But still, i keep it so real\n[00:58.15] Ok, i'm ready to answer the question\n[01:01.26] No deal\n[01:02.40] Just me and Sam, that's a good team\n[01:03.87] Right now i'm living the hood dream\n[01:05.63] Me, Ghetts, Giggs and C\n[01:07.20] Repping the UK at the BET\n[01:08.88] And Tinchy Stryder once told me\n[01:10.65] \"Skepta play the game but break the rules\n[01:12.53] Even if it's a fist fight take a tool\n[01:14.20] Even if it's one-per-person take it all\"\n[01:15.95] 'Cause nobody is praising Boy Better Know for getting of the ground\n[01:18.92] So i ain't jumping off my high horse anytime soon\n[01:21.07] 'Cause it's just too far down\n[01:22.41] And i can hear man saying\n[01:23.66] \"Skepta's gonna fall off, oxymoron\"\n[01:25.38] I run on to the grime MC pitch and kick the ball off, what\n[01:28.89] It's Skepta the listeners wanna hear more of\n[01:31.47] You had a little buzz but it wore off\n[01:33.10] I don't wanna hear no talk about sawn-off\n[01:34.93] I kick the door off\n[01:35.91] Run up in a house like God forgive me if i hurt any children\n[01:38.31] Can't take me for Paris Hilton\n[01:40.09] You better know i'm a Tottenham Temple soldier\n[01:42.10] Hold tight Mr. Wilson\n[01:43.35] Call me a lyrical author\n[01:45.25] I specialize in lyrical slaughter\n[01:47.05] And if you think he's better than me\n[01:48.86] Then you ain't got taste like water\n[01:50.68] No matter how hard you try to\n[01:52.23] You can never make duppy like i do\n[01:53.82] Any way you wanna hide i'll find you\n[01:56.03] Do i have to remind you that i'm on a one man thing\n[01:58.58] But i got a big family like Patel and Singh\n[02:00.33] So when i go make me a duppy\n[02:02.41] Nobody knows who boyed off the ting\n[02:04.33] They're like \"Skepta what's popping?\"\n[02:06.04] So i told them Ace of Spades\n[02:07.58] Me, Scholar, Rapid and Gracious K\n[02:09.17] Treat the champagne like a MAC-10\n[02:10.95] When i get hold of it i pop it off and spray\n[02:12.60] Plus my cousin Dwight just come outta jail\n[02:14.73] So i'm celebrating today\n[02:16.27] I'm like \"hip-hip-hooray\"\n[02:18.86] I won't stop\n[02:19.85] I cleaned up with a broom and a mop\n[02:21.33] And now i got IBS on my intestines feelin' like it's tied in a knot\n[02:24.85] Tim, it must be all the champagne\n[02:26.54] I'm a Dan like Marc and Zane\n[02:28.51] Heavy-weight champion\n[02:29.86] So you know i had to get Frank Warren on my album campaign\n[02:31.48] A lot of money's is exchanged in accounts\n[02:33.41] I'm talking bout' stupid amounts\n[02:35.29] All your cheques are like a basketball\n[02:37.76] They bounce\n[02:38.82] You man are air like Michael Jordan\n[02:40.44] Better still you man are like Rodman\n[02:42.31] Big shout to my bruddas in Tottenham\n[02:43.87] That love me like they love Game in Compton\n[02:45.79] Yo, it's Joseph\n[02:47.29] I get dough, bread, Hovis\n[02:48.99] Plus me and my paper stick together like Sticha and Otis\n[02:52.33] Girl better know, Boy Better Know dis'\n[02:54.14] I bought an R6 got chased by the boydem and got shift\n[02:56.58] I got a fine and a 6-month driving ban so i sold it\n[02:59.76] Fam-a-lam i'm fine\n[03:01.15] Boy Better Know is the label, i'm already signed\n[03:03.10] I'm the reason anyone over twenty-five still listens to grime\n[03:06.30] Yeah take that to heart\n[03:07.82] My ears burning from the talk in the yard\n[03:09.68] \"N-nah man i don't like grime\n[03:11.46] But you see that guy Skepta, he's hard\"\n[03:13.32] Nah you can't do it like me\n[03:14.81] Part-time criminal, full-time MC\n[03:16.43] Feds wanna lock up the IC3\n[03:18.20] Because i don't play like a blank CD\n[03:20.27] It's the way that i am with the women\n[03:21.85] I merked every single dance that I've been in\n[03:23.55] Commercial artist, still one of grime's hardest\n[03:25.82] Stuck in the middle like sandwich filling\n[03:28.15] Bwah\n[03:29.21] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: skepta x 808mystic - the hood dream\n  artist: 808mystic\n  album: 808mystic Videos\n  duration_ms: 225000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Well then\n  start_ms: 270\n  end_ms: 1260\n- text: Skepta\n  start_ms: 1260\n  end_ms: 1820\n- text: I was like\n  start_ms: 1820\n  end_ms: 2470\n- text: How can i be stupid\n  start_ms: 2470\n  end_ms: 3430\n- text: I got my Walkman in my top pocket\n  start_ms: 3430\n  end_ms: 5200\n- text: My headphones goin' into my blazer sleeve\n  start_ms: 5200\n  end_ms: 7040\n- text: You think i'm resting my head on my hand\n  start_ms: 7040\n  end_ms: 8730\n- text: Nah fam, I'm listening to music\n  start_ms: 8730\n  end_ms: 10380\n- text: What? 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hand\n  Nah fam, I'm listening to music\n  What? You didn't know what i was doing?\n  I'm on the ball like Patrick Ewing\n  You better not get out your chair\n  Cause when you come back\n  You'll be sitting in the gum im chewing\n  I kept acting a fool 'til i left school\n  With one GCSE, screwin'\n  Hit the road, Li-\n  Yo i got a little buzz\n  I lef the road for my supporters that showed me love, aight'\n\n  Alright alright\n  Junior\n  A.K.A Joseph Adenuga, left school with one GCSE\n  Self raising flower, two eggs and a ruler\n  I went home straight to the computer\n  My mom told me to turn it down\n  A couple years later - I'm in the jeweller\n  Picking up stuff that i only dreamed about being able to afford\n  I bought my dad a brand new car\n  Straight of the showroom floor, it weren't a Porsche\n  But it meant the same thing to him\n  Stop smiling Dad, jump in the thing\n  Emotional, i wanna cry\n  My eyes tingeling\n\n  See\n  They wanna know how i'm on the way to a mill\n  But still, i keep it so real\n  Ok, i'm ready to answer the question\n  No deal\n  Just me and Sam, that's a good team\n  Right now i'm living the hood dream\n  Me, Ghetts, Giggs and C\n  Repping the UK at the BET\n  And Tinchy Stryder once told me\n  \"Skepta play the game but break the rules\n  Even if it's a fist fight take a tool\n  Even if it's one-per-person take it all\"\n  'Cause nobody is praising Boy Better Know for getting of the ground\n  So i ain't jumping off my high horse anytime soon\n  'Cause it's just too far down\n  And i can hear man saying\n  \"Skepta's gonna fall off, oxymoron\"\n  I run on to the grime MC pitch and kick the ball off, what\n  It's Skepta the listeners wanna hear more of\n  You had a little buzz but it wore off\n  I don't wanna hear no talk about sawn-off\n  I kick the door off\n  Run up in a house like God forgive me if i hurt any children\n  Can't take me for Paris Hilton\n  You better know i'm a Tottenham Temple soldier\n  Hold tight Mr. Wilson\n  Call me a lyrical author\n  I specialize in lyrical slaughter\n  And if you think he's better than me\n  Then you ain't got taste like water\n\n  No matter how hard you try to\n  You can never make duppy like i do\n  Any way you wanna hide i'll find you\n  Do i have to remind you that i'm on a one man thing\n  But i got a big family like Patel and Singh\n  So when i go make me a duppy\n  Nobody knows who boyed off the ting\n  They're like \"Skepta what's popping?\"\n  So i told them Ace of Spades\n  Me, Scholar, Rapid and Gracious K\n  Treat the champagne like a MAC-10\n  When i get hold of it i pop it off and spray\n  Plus my cousin Dwight just come outta jail\n  So i'm celebrating today\n  I'm like \"hip-hip-hooray\"\n  I won't stop\n  I cleaned up with a broom and a mop\n  And now i got IBS on my intestines feelin' like it's tied in a knot\n  Tim, it must be all the champagne\n  I'm a Dan like Marc and Zane\n  Heavy-weight champion\n  So you know i had to get Frank Warren on my album campaign\n  A lot of money's is exchanged in accounts\n  I'm talking bout' stupid amounts\n  All your cheques are like a basketball\n  They bounce\n  You man are air like Michael Jordan\n  Better still you man are like Rodman\n  Big shout to my bruddas in Tottenham\n  That love me like they love Game in Compton\n\n  Yo, it's Joseph\n  I get dough, bread, Hovis\n  Plus me and my paper stick together like Sticha and Otis\n  Girl better know, Boy Better Know dis'\n  I bought an R6 got chased by the boydem and got shift\n  I got a fine and a 6-month driving ban so i sold it\n  Fam-a-lam i'm fine\n  Boy Better Know is the label, i'm already signed\n  I'm the reason anyone over twenty-five still listens to grime\n  Yeah take that to heart\n  My ears burning from the talk in the yard\n  \"N-nah man i don't like grime\n  But you see that guy Skepta, he's hard\"\n  Nah you can't do it like me\n  Part-time criminal, full-time MC\n  Feds wanna lock up the IC3\n  Because i don't play like a blank CD\n  It's the way that i am with the women\n  I merked every single dance that I've been in\n  Commercial artist, still one of grime's hardest\n  Stuck in the middle like sandwich filling\n\n  Bwah\n"},{"id":23920675,"name":"skepta x 808mystic - the hood dream","trackName":"skepta x 808mystic - the hood dream","artistName":"808mystic","albumName":"808mystic Songs","duration":225.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Well then\nSkepta\nI was like\nHow can i be stupid\nI got my Walkman in my top pocket\nMy headphones goin' into my blazer sleeve\nYou think i'm resting my head on my hand\nNah fam, I'm listening to music\nWhat? You didn't know what i was doing?\nI'm on the ball like Patrick Ewing\nYou better not get out your chair\nCause when you come back\nYou'll be sitting in the gum im chewing\nI kept acting a fool 'til i left school\nWith one GCSE, screwin'\nHit the road, Li-\nYo i got a little buzz\nI lef the road for my supporters that showed me love, aight'\n\nAlright alright\nJunior\nA.K.A Joseph Adenuga, left school with one GCSE\nSelf raising flower, two eggs and a ruler\nI went home straight to the computer\nMy mom told me to turn it down\nA couple years later - I'm in the jeweller\nPicking up stuff that i only dreamed about being able to afford\nI bought my dad a brand new car\nStraight of the showroom floor, it weren't a Porsche\nBut it meant the same thing to him\nStop smiling Dad, jump in the thing\nEmotional, i wanna cry\nMy eyes tingeling\n\nSee\nThey wanna know how i'm on the way to a mill\nBut still, i keep it so real\nOk, i'm ready to answer the question\nNo deal\nJust me and Sam, that's a good team\nRight now i'm living the hood dream\nMe, Ghetts, Giggs and C\nRepping the UK at the BET\nAnd Tinchy Stryder once told me\n\"Skepta play the game but break the rules\nEven if it's a fist fight take a tool\nEven if it's one-per-person take it all\"\n'Cause nobody is praising Boy Better Know for getting of the ground\nSo i ain't jumping off my high horse anytime soon\n'Cause it's just too far down\nAnd i can hear man saying\n\"Skepta's gonna fall off, oxymoron\"\nI run on to the grime MC pitch and kick the ball off, what\nIt's Skepta the listeners wanna hear more of\nYou had a little buzz but it wore off\nI don't wanna hear no talk about sawn-off\nI kick the door off\nRun up in a house like God forgive me if i hurt any children\nCan't take me for Paris Hilton\nYou better know i'm a Tottenham Temple soldier\nHold tight Mr. Wilson\nCall me a lyrical author\nI specialize in lyrical slaughter\nAnd if you think he's better than me\nThen you ain't got taste like water\n\nNo matter how hard you try to\nYou can never make duppy like i do\nAny way you wanna hide i'll find you\nDo i have to remind you that i'm on a one man thing\nBut i got a big family like Patel and Singh\nSo when i go make me a duppy\nNobody knows who boyed off the ting\nThey're like \"Skepta what's popping?\"\nSo i told them Ace of Spades\nMe, Scholar, Rapid and Gracious K\nTreat the champagne like a MAC-10\nWhen i get hold of it i pop it off and spray\nPlus my cousin Dwight just come outta jail\nSo i'm celebrating today\nI'm like \"hip-hip-hooray\"\nI won't stop\nI cleaned up with a broom and a mop\nAnd now i got IBS on my intestines feelin' like it's tied in a knot\nTim, it must be all the champagne\nI'm a Dan like Marc and Zane\nHeavy-weight champion\nSo you know i had to get Frank Warren on my album campaign\nA lot of money's is exchanged in accounts\nI'm talking bout' stupid amounts\nAll your cheques are like a basketball\nThey bounce\nYou man are air like Michael Jordan\nBetter still you man are like Rodman\nBig shout to my bruddas in Tottenham\nThat love me like they love Game in Compton\n\nYo, it's Joseph\nI get dough, bread, Hovis\nPlus me and my paper stick together like Sticha and Otis\nGirl better know, Boy Better Know dis'\nI bought an R6 got chased by the boydem and got shift\nI got a fine and a 6-month driving ban so i sold it\nFam-a-lam i'm fine\nBoy Better Know is the label, i'm already signed\nI'm the reason anyone over twenty-five still listens to grime\nYeah take that to heart\nMy ears burning from the talk in the yard\n\"N-nah man i don't like grime\nBut you see that guy Skepta, he's hard\"\nNah you can't do it like me\nPart-time criminal, full-time MC\nFeds wanna lock up the IC3\nBecause i don't play like a blank CD\nIt's the way that i am with the women\nI merked every single dance that I've been in\nCommercial artist, still one of grime's hardest\nStuck in the middle like sandwich filling\n\nBwah","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.27] Well then\n[00:01.26] Skepta\n[00:01.82] I was like\n[00:02.47] How can i be stupid\n[00:03.43] I got my Walkman in my top pocket\n[00:05.20] My headphones goin' into my blazer sleeve\n[00:07.04] You think i'm resting my head on my hand\n[00:08.73] Nah fam, I'm listening to music\n[00:10.38] What? 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146540\n- text: I'm a Dan like Marc and Zane\n  start_ms: 146540\n  end_ms: 148510\n- text: Heavy-weight champion\n  start_ms: 148510\n  end_ms: 149860\n- text: So you know i had to get Frank Warren on my album campaign\n  start_ms: 149860\n  end_ms: 151480\n- text: A lot of money's is exchanged in accounts\n  start_ms: 151480\n  end_ms: 153410\n- text: I'm talking bout' stupid amounts\n  start_ms: 153410\n  end_ms: 155290\n- text: All your cheques are like a basketball\n  start_ms: 155290\n  end_ms: 157760\n- text: They bounce\n  start_ms: 157760\n  end_ms: 158820\n- text: You man are air like Michael Jordan\n  start_ms: 158820\n  end_ms: 160440\n- text: Better still you man are like Rodman\n  start_ms: 160440\n  end_ms: 162310\n- text: Big shout to my bruddas in Tottenham\n  start_ms: 162310\n  end_ms: 163870\n- text: That love me like they love Game in Compton\n  start_ms: 163870\n  end_ms: 165790\n- text: Yo, it's Joseph\n  start_ms: 165790\n  end_ms: 167290\n- text: I get dough, 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hard\"\n  start_ms: 191460\n  end_ms: 193320\n- text: Nah you can't do it like me\n  start_ms: 193320\n  end_ms: 194810\n- text: Part-time criminal, full-time MC\n  start_ms: 194810\n  end_ms: 196430\n- text: Feds wanna lock up the IC3\n  start_ms: 196430\n  end_ms: 198200\n- text: Because i don't play like a blank CD\n  start_ms: 198200\n  end_ms: 200270\n- text: It's the way that i am with the women\n  start_ms: 200270\n  end_ms: 201850\n- text: I merked every single dance that I've been in\n  start_ms: 201850\n  end_ms: 203550\n- text: Commercial artist, still one of grime's hardest\n  start_ms: 203550\n  end_ms: 205820\n- text: Stuck in the middle like sandwich filling\n  start_ms: 205820\n  end_ms: 208150\n- text: Bwah\n  start_ms: 208150\n  end_ms: 209210\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 209210\nplain: |-\n  Well then\n  Skepta\n  I was like\n  How can i be stupid\n  I got my Walkman in my top pocket\n  My headphones goin' into my blazer sleeve\n  You think i'm resting my head on my hand\n  Nah fam, I'm listening to music\n  What? You didn't know what i was doing?\n  I'm on the ball like Patrick Ewing\n  You better not get out your chair\n  Cause when you come back\n  You'll be sitting in the gum im chewing\n  I kept acting a fool 'til i left school\n  With one GCSE, screwin'\n  Hit the road, Li-\n  Yo i got a little buzz\n  I lef the road for my supporters that showed me love, aight'\n\n  Alright alright\n  Junior\n  A.K.A Joseph Adenuga, left school with one GCSE\n  Self raising flower, two eggs and a ruler\n  I went home straight to the computer\n  My mom told me to turn it down\n  A couple years later - I'm in the jeweller\n  Picking up stuff that i only dreamed about being able to afford\n  I bought my dad a brand new car\n  Straight of the showroom floor, it weren't a Porsche\n  But it meant the same thing to him\n  Stop smiling Dad, jump in the thing\n  Emotional, i wanna cry\n  My eyes tingeling\n\n  See\n  They wanna know how i'm on the way to a mill\n  But still, i keep it so real\n  Ok, i'm ready to answer the question\n  No deal\n  Just me and Sam, that's a good team\n  Right now i'm living the hood dream\n  Me, Ghetts, Giggs and C\n  Repping the UK at the BET\n  And Tinchy Stryder once told me\n  \"Skepta play the game but break the rules\n  Even if it's a fist fight take a tool\n  Even if it's one-per-person take it all\"\n  'Cause nobody is praising Boy Better Know for getting of the ground\n  So i ain't jumping off my high horse anytime soon\n  'Cause it's just too far down\n  And i can hear man saying\n  \"Skepta's gonna fall off, oxymoron\"\n  I run on to the grime MC pitch and kick the ball off, what\n  It's Skepta the listeners wanna hear more of\n  You had a little buzz but it wore off\n  I don't wanna hear no talk about sawn-off\n  I kick the door off\n  Run up in a house like God forgive me if i hurt any children\n  Can't take me for Paris Hilton\n  You better know i'm a Tottenham Temple soldier\n  Hold tight Mr. Wilson\n  Call me a lyrical author\n  I specialize in lyrical slaughter\n  And if you think he's better than me\n  Then you ain't got taste like water\n\n  No matter how hard you try to\n  You can never make duppy like i do\n  Any way you wanna hide i'll find you\n  Do i have to remind you that i'm on a one man thing\n  But i got a big family like Patel and Singh\n  So when i go make me a duppy\n  Nobody knows who boyed off the ting\n  They're like \"Skepta what's popping?\"\n  So i told them Ace of Spades\n  Me, Scholar, Rapid and Gracious K\n  Treat the champagne like a MAC-10\n  When i get hold of it i pop it off and spray\n  Plus my cousin Dwight just come outta jail\n  So i'm celebrating today\n  I'm like \"hip-hip-hooray\"\n  I won't stop\n  I cleaned up with a broom and a mop\n  And now i got IBS on my intestines feelin' like it's tied in a knot\n  Tim, it must be all the champagne\n  I'm a Dan like Marc and Zane\n  Heavy-weight champion\n  So you know i had to get Frank Warren on my album campaign\n  A lot of money's is exchanged in accounts\n  I'm talking bout' stupid amounts\n  All your cheques are like a basketball\n  They bounce\n  You man are air like Michael Jordan\n  Better still you man are like Rodman\n  Big shout to my bruddas in Tottenham\n  That love me like they love Game in Compton\n\n  Yo, it's Joseph\n  I get dough, bread, Hovis\n  Plus me and my paper stick together like Sticha and Otis\n  Girl better know, Boy Better Know dis'\n  I bought an R6 got chased by the boydem and got shift\n  I got a fine and a 6-month driving ban so i sold it\n  Fam-a-lam i'm fine\n  Boy Better Know is the label, i'm already signed\n  I'm the reason anyone over twenty-five still listens to grime\n  Yeah take that to heart\n  My ears burning from the talk in the yard\n  \"N-nah man i don't like grime\n  But you see that guy Skepta, he's hard\"\n  Nah you can't do it like me\n  Part-time criminal, full-time MC\n  Feds wanna lock up the IC3\n  Because i don't play like a blank CD\n  It's the way that i am with the women\n  I merked every single dance that I've been in\n  Commercial artist, still one of grime's hardest\n  Stuck in the middle like sandwich filling\n\n  Bwah\n"},{"id":34554015,"name":"the hood dream","trackName":"the hood dream","artistName":"808mystic","albumName":"808mystic Videos","duration":97.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Well then\nSkepta\nI was like\nHow can i be stupid\nI got my Walkman in my top pocket\nMy headphones goin' into my blazer sleeve\nYou think i'm resting my head on my hand\nNah fam, I'm listening to music\nWhat? You didn't know what i was doing?\nI'm on the ball like Patrick Ewing\nYou better not get out your chair\nCause when you come back\nYou'll be sitting in the gum im chewing\nI kept acting a fool 'til i left school\nWith one GCSE, screwin'\nHit the road, Li-\nYo i got a little buzz\nI lef the road for my supporters that showed me love, aight'\n\nAlright alright\nJunior\nA.K.A Joseph Adenuga, left school with one GCSE\nSelf raising flower, two eggs and a ruler\nI went home straight to the computer\nMy mom told me to turn it down\nA couple years later - I'm in the jeweller\nPicking up stuff that i only dreamed about being able to afford\nI bought my dad a brand new car\nStraight of the showroom floor, it weren't a Porsche\nBut it meant the same thing to him\nStop smiling Dad, jump in the thing\nEmotional, i wanna cry\nMy eyes tingeling\n\nSee\nThey wanna know how i'm on the way to a mill\nBut still, i keep it so real\nOk, i'm ready to answer the question\nNo deal\nJust me and Sam, that's a good team\nRight now i'm living the hood dream\nMe, Ghetts, Giggs and C\nRepping the UK at the BET\nAnd Tinchy Stryder once told me\n\"Skepta play the game but break the rules\nEven if it's a fist fight take a tool\nEven if it's one-per-person take it all\"\n'Cause nobody is praising Boy Better Know for getting of the ground\nSo i ain't jumping off my high horse anytime soon\n'Cause it's just too far down\nAnd i can hear man saying\n\"Skepta's gonna fall off, oxymoron\"\nI run on to the grime MC pitch and kick the ball off, what\nIt's Skepta the listeners wanna hear more of\nYou had a little buzz but it wore off\nI don't wanna hear no talk about sawn-off\nI kick the door off\nRun up in a house like God forgive me if i hurt any children\nCan't take me for Paris Hilton\nYou better know i'm a Tottenham Temple soldier\nHold tight Mr. Wilson\nCall me a lyrical author\nI specialize in lyrical slaughter\nAnd if you think he's better than me\nThen you ain't got taste like water\n\nNo matter how hard you try to\nYou can never make duppy like i do\nAny way you wanna hide i'll find you\nDo i have to remind you that i'm on a one man thing\nBut i got a big family like Patel and Singh\nSo when i go make me a duppy\nNobody knows who boyed off the ting\nThey're like \"Skepta what's popping?\"\nSo i told them Ace of Spades\nMe, Scholar, Rapid and Gracious K\nTreat the champagne like a MAC-10\nWhen i get hold of it i pop it off and spray\nPlus my cousin Dwight just come outta jail\nSo i'm celebrating today\nI'm like \"hip-hip-hooray\"\nI won't stop\nI cleaned up with a broom and a mop\nAnd now i got IBS on my intestines feelin' like it's tied in a knot\nTim, it must be all the champagne\nI'm a Dan like Marc and Zane\nHeavy-weight champion\nSo you know i had to get Frank Warren on my album campaign\nA lot of money's is exchanged in accounts\nI'm talking bout' stupid amounts\nAll your cheques are like a basketball\nThey bounce\nYou man are air like Michael Jordan\nBetter still you man are like Rodman\nBig shout to my bruddas in Tottenham\nThat love me like they love Game in Compton\n\nYo, it's Joseph\nI get dough, bread, Hovis\nPlus me and my paper stick together like Sticha and Otis\nGirl better know, Boy Better Know dis'\nI bought an R6 got chased by the boydem and got shift\nI got a fine and a 6-month driving ban so i sold it\nFam-a-lam i'm fine\nBoy Better Know is the label, i'm already signed\nI'm the reason anyone over twenty-five still listens to grime\nYeah take that to heart\nMy ears burning from the talk in the yard\n\"N-nah man i don't like grime\nBut you see that guy Skepta, he's hard\"\nNah you can't do it like me\nPart-time criminal, full-time MC\nFeds wanna lock up the IC3\nBecause i don't play like a blank CD\nIt's the way that i am with the women\nI merked every single dance that I've been in\nCommercial artist, still one of grime's hardest\nStuck in the middle like sandwich filling\n\nBwah","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.27] Well then\n[00:01.26] Skepta\n[00:01.82] I was like\n[00:02.47] How can i be stupid\n[00:03.43] I got my Walkman in my top pocket\n[00:05.20] My headphones goin' into my blazer sleeve\n[00:07.04] You think i'm resting my head on my hand\n[00:08.73] Nah fam, I'm listening to music\n[00:10.38] What? You didn't know what i was doing?\n[00:12.09] I'm on the ball like Patrick Ewing\n[00:13.60] You better not get out your chair\n[00:14.82] Cause when you come back\n[00:15.83] You'll be sitting in the gum im chewing\n[00:17.33] I kept acting a fool 'til i left school\n[00:18.90] With one GCSE, screwin'\n[00:20.80] Hit the road, Li-\n[00:23.16] Yo i got a little buzz\n[00:24.07] I lef the road for my supporters that showed me love, aight'\n[00:27.34] Alright alright\n[00:30.32] Junior\n[00:31.17] A.K.A Joseph Adenuga, left school with one GCSE\n[00:34.32] Self raising flower, two eggs and a ruler\n[00:36.02] I went home straight to the computer\n[00:37.84] My mom told me to turn it down\n[00:39.24] A couple years later - I'm in the jeweller\n[00:41.21] Picking up stuff that i only dreamed about being able to afford\n[00:44.25] I bought my dad a brand new car\n[00:46.09] Straight of the showroom floor, it weren't a Porsche\n[00:48.63] But it meant the same thing to him\n[00:50.17] Stop smiling Dad, jump in the thing\n[00:51.95] Emotional, i wanna cry\n[00:53.59] My eyes tingeling\n[00:54.53] See\n[00:55.27] They wanna know how i'm on the way to a mill\n[00:56.88] But still, i keep it so real\n[00:58.15] Ok, i'm ready to answer the question\n[01:01.26] No deal\n[01:02.40] Just me and Sam, that's a good team\n[01:03.87] Right now i'm living the hood dream\n[01:05.63] Me, Ghetts, Giggs and C\n[01:07.20] Repping the UK at the BET\n[01:08.88] And Tinchy Stryder once told me\n[01:10.65] \"Skepta play the game but break the rules\n[01:12.53] Even if it's a fist fight take a tool\n[01:14.20] Even if it's one-per-person take it all\"\n[01:15.95] 'Cause nobody is praising Boy Better Know for getting of the ground\n[01:18.92] So i ain't jumping off my high horse anytime soon\n[01:21.07] 'Cause it's just too far down\n[01:22.41] And i can hear man saying\n[01:23.66] \"Skepta's gonna fall off, oxymoron\"\n[01:25.38] I run on to the grime MC pitch and kick the ball off, 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start_ms: 55270\n  end_ms: 56880\n- text: But still, i keep it so real\n  start_ms: 56880\n  end_ms: 58150\n- text: Ok, i'm ready to answer the question\n  start_ms: 58150\n  end_ms: 61260\n- text: No deal\n  start_ms: 61260\n  end_ms: 62400\n- text: Just me and Sam, that's a good team\n  start_ms: 62400\n  end_ms: 63870\n- text: Right now i'm living the hood dream\n  start_ms: 63870\n  end_ms: 65630\n- text: Me, Ghetts, Giggs and C\n  start_ms: 65630\n  end_ms: 67200\n- text: Repping the UK at the BET\n  start_ms: 67200\n  end_ms: 68880\n- text: And Tinchy Stryder once told me\n  start_ms: 68880\n  end_ms: 70650\n- text: '\"Skepta play the game but break the rules'\n  start_ms: 70650\n  end_ms: 72530\n- text: Even if it's a fist fight take a tool\n  start_ms: 72530\n  end_ms: 74200\n- text: Even if it's one-per-person take it all\"\n  start_ms: 74200\n  end_ms: 75950\n- text: '''Cause nobody is praising Boy Better Know for getting of the ground'\n  start_ms: 75950\n  end_ms: 78920\n- 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end_ms: 124330\n- text: They're like \"Skepta what's popping?\"\n  start_ms: 124330\n  end_ms: 126040\n- text: So i told them Ace of Spades\n  start_ms: 126040\n  end_ms: 127580\n- text: Me, Scholar, Rapid and Gracious K\n  start_ms: 127580\n  end_ms: 129170\n- text: Treat the champagne like a MAC-10\n  start_ms: 129170\n  end_ms: 130950\n- text: When i get hold of it i pop it off and spray\n  start_ms: 130950\n  end_ms: 132600\n- text: Plus my cousin Dwight just come outta jail\n  start_ms: 132600\n  end_ms: 134730\n- text: So i'm celebrating today\n  start_ms: 134730\n  end_ms: 136270\n- text: I'm like \"hip-hip-hooray\"\n  start_ms: 136270\n  end_ms: 138860\n- text: I won't stop\n  start_ms: 138860\n  end_ms: 139850\n- text: I cleaned up with a broom and a mop\n  start_ms: 139850\n  end_ms: 141330\n- text: And now i got IBS on my intestines feelin' like it's tied in a knot\n  start_ms: 141330\n  end_ms: 144850\n- text: Tim, it must be all the champagne\n  start_ms: 144850\n  end_ms: 146540\n- text: I'm a Dan like Marc and Zane\n  start_ms: 146540\n  end_ms: 148510\n- text: Heavy-weight champion\n  start_ms: 148510\n  end_ms: 149860\n- text: So you know i had to get Frank Warren on my album campaign\n  start_ms: 149860\n  end_ms: 151480\n- text: A lot of money's is exchanged in accounts\n  start_ms: 151480\n  end_ms: 153410\n- text: I'm talking bout' stupid amounts\n  start_ms: 153410\n  end_ms: 155290\n- text: All your cheques are like a basketball\n  start_ms: 155290\n  end_ms: 157760\n- text: They bounce\n  start_ms: 157760\n  end_ms: 158820\n- text: You man are air like Michael Jordan\n  start_ms: 158820\n  end_ms: 160440\n- text: Better still you man are like Rodman\n  start_ms: 160440\n  end_ms: 162310\n- text: Big shout to my bruddas in Tottenham\n  start_ms: 162310\n  end_ms: 163870\n- text: That love me like they love Game in Compton\n  start_ms: 163870\n  end_ms: 165790\n- text: Yo, it's Joseph\n  start_ms: 165790\n  end_ms: 167290\n- text: I get dough, bread, Hovis\n  start_ms: 167290\n  end_ms: 168990\n- text: Plus me and my paper stick together like Sticha and Otis\n  start_ms: 168990\n  end_ms: 172330\n- text: Girl better know, Boy Better Know dis'\n  start_ms: 172330\n  end_ms: 174140\n- text: I bought an R6 got chased by the boydem and got shift\n  start_ms: 174140\n  end_ms: 176580\n- text: I got a fine and a 6-month driving ban so i sold it\n  start_ms: 176580\n  end_ms: 179760\n- text: Fam-a-lam i'm fine\n  start_ms: 179760\n  end_ms: 181150\n- text: Boy Better Know is the label, i'm already signed\n  start_ms: 181150\n  end_ms: 183100\n- text: I'm the reason anyone over twenty-five still listens to grime\n  start_ms: 183100\n  end_ms: 186300\n- text: Yeah take that to heart\n  start_ms: 186300\n  end_ms: 187820\n- text: My ears burning from the talk in the yard\n  start_ms: 187820\n  end_ms: 189680\n- text: '\"N-nah man i don''t like grime'\n  start_ms: 189680\n  end_ms: 191460\n- text: But you see that guy Skepta, he's hard\"\n  start_ms: 191460\n  end_ms: 193320\n- text: Nah you can't do it like me\n  start_ms: 193320\n  end_ms: 194810\n- text: Part-time criminal, full-time MC\n  start_ms: 194810\n  end_ms: 196430\n- text: Feds wanna lock up the IC3\n  start_ms: 196430\n  end_ms: 198200\n- text: Because i don't play like a blank CD\n  start_ms: 198200\n  end_ms: 200270\n- text: It's the way that i am with the women\n  start_ms: 200270\n  end_ms: 201850\n- text: I merked every single dance that I've been in\n  start_ms: 201850\n  end_ms: 203550\n- text: Commercial artist, still one of grime's hardest\n  start_ms: 203550\n  end_ms: 205820\n- text: Stuck in the middle like sandwich filling\n  start_ms: 205820\n  end_ms: 208150\n- text: Bwah\n  start_ms: 208150\n  end_ms: 209210\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 209210\nplain: |-\n  Well then\n  Skepta\n  I was like\n  How can i be stupid\n  I got my Walkman in my top pocket\n  My headphones goin' into my blazer sleeve\n  You think i'm resting my head on my hand\n  Nah fam, I'm listening to music\n  What? You didn't know what i was doing?\n  I'm on the ball like Patrick Ewing\n  You better not get out your chair\n  Cause when you come back\n  You'll be sitting in the gum im chewing\n  I kept acting a fool 'til i left school\n  With one GCSE, screwin'\n  Hit the road, Li-\n  Yo i got a little buzz\n  I lef the road for my supporters that showed me love, aight'\n\n  Alright alright\n  Junior\n  A.K.A Joseph Adenuga, left school with one GCSE\n  Self raising flower, two eggs and a ruler\n  I went home straight to the computer\n  My mom told me to turn it down\n  A couple years later - I'm in the jeweller\n  Picking up stuff that i only dreamed about being able to afford\n  I bought my dad a brand new car\n  Straight of the showroom floor, it weren't a Porsche\n  But it meant the same thing to him\n  Stop smiling Dad, jump in the thing\n  Emotional, i wanna cry\n  My eyes tingeling\n\n  See\n  They wanna know how i'm on the way to a mill\n  But still, i keep it so real\n  Ok, i'm ready to answer the question\n  No deal\n  Just me and Sam, that's a good team\n  Right now i'm living the hood dream\n  Me, Ghetts, Giggs and C\n  Repping the UK at the BET\n  And Tinchy Stryder once told me\n  \"Skepta play the game but break the rules\n  Even if it's a fist fight take a tool\n  Even if it's one-per-person take it all\"\n  'Cause nobody is praising Boy Better Know for getting of the ground\n  So i ain't jumping off my high horse anytime soon\n  'Cause it's just too far down\n  And i can hear man saying\n  \"Skepta's gonna fall off, oxymoron\"\n  I run on to the grime MC pitch and kick the ball off, what\n  It's Skepta the listeners wanna hear more of\n  You had a little buzz but it wore off\n  I don't wanna hear no talk about sawn-off\n  I kick the door off\n  Run up in a house like God forgive me if i hurt any children\n  Can't take me for Paris Hilton\n  You better know i'm a Tottenham Temple soldier\n  Hold tight Mr. Wilson\n  Call me a lyrical author\n  I specialize in lyrical slaughter\n  And if you think he's better than me\n  Then you ain't got taste like water\n\n  No matter how hard you try to\n  You can never make duppy like i do\n  Any way you wanna hide i'll find you\n  Do i have to remind you that i'm on a one man thing\n  But i got a big family like Patel and Singh\n  So when i go make me a duppy\n  Nobody knows who boyed off the ting\n  They're like \"Skepta what's popping?\"\n  So i told them Ace of Spades\n  Me, Scholar, Rapid and Gracious K\n  Treat the champagne like a MAC-10\n  When i get hold of it i pop it off and spray\n  Plus my cousin Dwight just come outta jail\n  So i'm celebrating today\n  I'm like \"hip-hip-hooray\"\n  I won't stop\n  I cleaned up with a broom and a mop\n  And now i got IBS on my intestines feelin' like it's tied in a knot\n  Tim, it must be all the champagne\n  I'm a Dan like Marc and Zane\n  Heavy-weight champion\n  So you know i had to get Frank Warren on my album campaign\n  A lot of money's is exchanged in accounts\n  I'm talking bout' stupid amounts\n  All your cheques are like a basketball\n  They bounce\n  You man are air like Michael Jordan\n  Better still you man are like Rodman\n  Big shout to my bruddas in Tottenham\n  That love me like they love Game in Compton\n\n  Yo, it's Joseph\n  I get dough, bread, Hovis\n  Plus me and my paper stick together like Sticha and Otis\n  Girl better know, Boy Better Know dis'\n  I bought an R6 got chased by the boydem and got shift\n  I got a fine and a 6-month driving ban so i sold it\n  Fam-a-lam i'm fine\n  Boy Better Know is the label, i'm already signed\n  I'm the reason anyone over twenty-five still listens to grime\n  Yeah take that to heart\n  My ears burning from the talk in the yard\n  \"N-nah man i don't like grime\n  But you see that guy Skepta, he's hard\"\n  Nah you can't do it like me\n  Part-time criminal, full-time MC\n  Feds wanna lock up the IC3\n  Because i don't play like a blank CD\n  It's the way that i am with the women\n  I merked every single dance that I've been in\n  Commercial artist, still one of grime's hardest\n  Stuck in the middle like sandwich filling\n\n  Bwah\n"},{"id":20664241,"name":"the hood dream","trackName":"the hood dream","artistName":"808mystic","albumName":"the hood dream","duration":224.46,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Well then\nSkepta\nI was like\nHow can i be stupid\nI got my Walkman in my top pocket\nMy headphones goin' into my blazer sleeve\nYou think i'm resting my head on my hand\nNah fam, I'm listening to music\nWhat? You didn't know what i was doing?\nI'm on the ball like Patrick Ewing\nYou better not get out your chair\nCause when you come back\nYou'll be sitting in the gum im chewing\nI kept acting a fool 'til i left school\nWith one GCSE, screwin'\nHit the road, Li-\nYo i got a little buzz\nI lef the road for my supporters that showed me love, aight'\n\nAlright alright\nJunior\nA.K.A Joseph Adenuga, left school with one GCSE\nSelf raising flower, two eggs and a ruler\nI went home straight to the computer\nMy mom told me to turn it down\nA couple years later - I'm in the jeweller\nPicking up stuff that i only dreamed about being able to afford\nI bought my dad a brand new car\nStraight of the showroom floor, it weren't a Porsche\nBut it meant the same thing to him\nStop smiling Dad, jump in the thing\nEmotional, i wanna cry\nMy eyes tingeling\n\nSee\nThey wanna know how i'm on the way to a mill\nBut still, i keep it so real\nOk, i'm ready to answer the question\nNo deal\nJust me and Sam, that's a good team\nRight now i'm living the hood dream\nMe, Ghetts, Giggs and C\nRepping the UK at the BET\nAnd Tinchy Stryder once told me\n\"Skepta play the game but break the rules\nEven if it's a fist fight take a tool\nEven if it's one-per-person take it all\"\n'Cause nobody is praising Boy Better Know for getting of the ground\nSo i ain't jumping off my high horse anytime soon\n'Cause it's just too far down\nAnd i can hear man saying\n\"Skepta's gonna fall off, oxymoron\"\nI run on to the grime MC pitch and kick the ball off, what\nIt's Skepta the listeners wanna hear more of\nYou had a little buzz but it wore off\nI don't wanna hear no talk about sawn-off\nI kick the door off\nRun up in a house like God forgive me if i hurt any children\nCan't take me for Paris Hilton\nYou better know i'm a Tottenham Temple soldier\nHold tight Mr. Wilson\nCall me a lyrical author\nI specialize in lyrical slaughter\nAnd if you think he's better than me\nThen you ain't got taste like water\n\nNo matter how hard you try to\nYou can never make duppy like i do\nAny way you wanna hide i'll find you\nDo i have to remind you that i'm on a one man thing\nBut i got a big family like Patel and Singh\nSo when i go make me a duppy\nNobody knows who boyed off the ting\nThey're like \"Skepta what's popping?\"\nSo i told them Ace of Spades\nMe, Scholar, Rapid and Gracious K\nTreat the champagne like a MAC-10\nWhen i get hold of it i pop it off and spray\nPlus my cousin Dwight just come outta jail\nSo i'm celebrating today\nI'm like \"hip-hip-hooray\"\nI won't stop\nI cleaned up with a broom and a mop\nAnd now i got IBS on my intestines feelin' like it's tied in a knot\nTim, it must be all the champagne\nI'm a Dan like Marc and Zane\nHeavy-weight champion\nSo you know i had to get Frank Warren on my album campaign\nA lot of money's is exchanged in accounts\nI'm talking bout' stupid amounts\nAll your cheques are like a basketball\nThey bounce\nYou man are air like Michael Jordan\nBetter still you man are like Rodman\nBig shout to my bruddas in Tottenham\nThat love me like they love Game in Compton\n\nYo, it's Joseph\nI get dough, bread, Hovis\nPlus me and my paper stick together like Sticha and Otis\nGirl better know, Boy Better Know dis'\nI bought an R6 got chased by the boydem and got shift\nI got a fine and a 6-month driving ban so i sold it\nFam-a-lam i'm fine\nBoy Better Know is the label, i'm already signed\nI'm the reason anyone over twenty-five still listens to grime\nYeah take that to heart\nMy ears burning from the talk in the yard\n\"N-nah man i don't like grime\nBut you see that guy Skepta, he's hard\"\nNah you can't do it like me\nPart-time criminal, full-time MC\nFeds wanna lock up the IC3\nBecause i don't play like a blank CD\nIt's the way that i am with the women\nI merked every single dance that I've been in\nCommercial artist, still one of grime's hardest\nStuck in the middle like sandwich filling\n\nBwah","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.27] Well then\n[00:01.26] Skepta\n[00:01.82] I was like\n[00:02.47] How can i be stupid\n[00:03.43] I got my Walkman in my top pocket\n[00:05.20] My headphones goin' into my blazer sleeve\n[00:07.04] You think i'm resting my head on my hand\n[00:08.73] Nah fam, I'm listening to music\n[00:10.38] What? 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what\n[01:28.89] It's Skepta the listeners wanna hear more of\n[01:31.47] You had a little buzz but it wore off\n[01:33.10] I don't wanna hear no talk about sawn-off\n[01:34.93] I kick the door off\n[01:35.91] Run up in a house like God forgive me if i hurt any children\n[01:38.31] Can't take me for Paris Hilton\n[01:40.09] You better know i'm a Tottenham Temple soldier\n[01:42.10] Hold tight Mr. Wilson\n[01:43.35] Call me a lyrical author\n[01:45.25] I specialize in lyrical slaughter\n[01:47.05] And if you think he's better than me\n[01:48.86] Then you ain't got taste like water\n[01:50.68] No matter how hard you try to\n[01:52.23] You can never make duppy like i do\n[01:53.82] Any way you wanna hide i'll find you\n[01:56.03] Do i have to remind you that i'm on a one man thing\n[01:58.58] But i got a big family like Patel and Singh\n[02:00.33] So when i go make me a duppy\n[02:02.41] Nobody knows who boyed off the ting\n[02:04.33] They're like \"Skepta what's popping?\"\n[02:06.04] So i told them Ace of Spades\n[02:07.58] Me, Scholar, Rapid and Gracious K\n[02:09.17] Treat the champagne like a MAC-10\n[02:10.95] When i get hold of it i pop it off and spray\n[02:12.60] Plus my cousin Dwight just come outta jail\n[02:14.73] So i'm celebrating today\n[02:16.27] I'm like \"hip-hip-hooray\"\n[02:18.86] I won't stop\n[02:19.85] I cleaned up with a broom and a mop\n[02:21.33] And now i got IBS on my intestines feelin' like it's tied in a knot\n[02:24.85] Tim, it must be all the champagne\n[02:26.54] I'm a Dan like Marc and Zane\n[02:28.51] Heavy-weight champion\n[02:29.86] So you know i had to get Frank Warren on my album campaign\n[02:31.48] A lot of money's is exchanged in accounts\n[02:33.41] I'm talking bout' stupid amounts\n[02:35.29] All your cheques are like a basketball\n[02:37.76] They bounce\n[02:38.82] You man are air like Michael Jordan\n[02:40.44] Better still you man are like Rodman\n[02:42.31] Big shout to my bruddas in Tottenham\n[02:43.87] That love me like they love Game in Compton\n[02:45.79] Yo, it's Joseph\n[02:47.29] I get dough, bread, Hovis\n[02:48.99] Plus me and my paper stick together like Sticha and Otis\n[02:52.33] Girl better know, Boy Better Know dis'\n[02:54.14] I bought an R6 got chased by the boydem and got shift\n[02:56.58] I got a fine and a 6-month driving ban so i sold it\n[02:59.76] Fam-a-lam i'm fine\n[03:01.15] Boy Better Know is the label, i'm already signed\n[03:03.10] I'm the reason anyone over twenty-five still listens to grime\n[03:06.30] Yeah take that to heart\n[03:07.82] My ears burning from the talk in the yard\n[03:09.68] \"N-nah man i don't like grime\n[03:11.46] But you see that guy Skepta, he's hard\"\n[03:13.32] Nah you can't do it like me\n[03:14.81] Part-time criminal, full-time MC\n[03:16.43] Feds wanna lock up the IC3\n[03:18.20] Because i don't play like a blank CD\n[03:20.27] It's the way that i am with the women\n[03:21.85] I merked every single dance that I've been in\n[03:23.55] 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hand\n  Nah fam, I'm listening to music\n  What? You didn't know what i was doing?\n  I'm on the ball like Patrick Ewing\n  You better not get out your chair\n  Cause when you come back\n  You'll be sitting in the gum im chewing\n  I kept acting a fool 'til i left school\n  With one GCSE, screwin'\n  Hit the road, Li-\n  Yo i got a little buzz\n  I lef the road for my supporters that showed me love, aight'\n\n  Alright alright\n  Junior\n  A.K.A Joseph Adenuga, left school with one GCSE\n  Self raising flower, two eggs and a ruler\n  I went home straight to the computer\n  My mom told me to turn it down\n  A couple years later - I'm in the jeweller\n  Picking up stuff that i only dreamed about being able to afford\n  I bought my dad a brand new car\n  Straight of the showroom floor, it weren't a Porsche\n  But it meant the same thing to him\n  Stop smiling Dad, jump in the thing\n  Emotional, i wanna cry\n  My eyes tingeling\n\n  See\n  They wanna know how i'm on the way to a mill\n  But still, i keep it so real\n  Ok, i'm ready to answer the question\n  No deal\n  Just me and Sam, that's a good team\n  Right now i'm living the hood dream\n  Me, Ghetts, Giggs and C\n  Repping the UK at the BET\n  And Tinchy Stryder once told me\n  \"Skepta play the game but break the rules\n  Even if it's a fist fight take a tool\n  Even if it's one-per-person take it all\"\n  'Cause nobody is praising Boy Better Know for getting of the ground\n  So i ain't jumping off my high horse anytime soon\n  'Cause it's just too far down\n  And i can hear man saying\n  \"Skepta's gonna fall off, oxymoron\"\n  I run on to the grime MC pitch and kick the ball off, what\n  It's Skepta the listeners wanna hear more of\n  You had a little buzz but it wore off\n  I don't wanna hear no talk about sawn-off\n  I kick the door off\n  Run up in a house like God forgive me if i hurt any children\n  Can't take me for Paris Hilton\n  You better know i'm a Tottenham Temple soldier\n  Hold tight Mr. Wilson\n  Call me a lyrical author\n  I specialize in lyrical slaughter\n  And if you think he's better than me\n  Then you ain't got taste like water\n\n  No matter how hard you try to\n  You can never make duppy like i do\n  Any way you wanna hide i'll find you\n  Do i have to remind you that i'm on a one man thing\n  But i got a big family like Patel and Singh\n  So when i go make me a duppy\n  Nobody knows who boyed off the ting\n  They're like \"Skepta what's popping?\"\n  So i told them Ace of Spades\n  Me, Scholar, Rapid and Gracious K\n  Treat the champagne like a MAC-10\n  When i get hold of it i pop it off and spray\n  Plus my cousin Dwight just come outta jail\n  So i'm celebrating today\n  I'm like \"hip-hip-hooray\"\n  I won't stop\n  I cleaned up with a broom and a mop\n  And now i got IBS on my intestines feelin' like it's tied in a knot\n  Tim, it must be all the champagne\n  I'm a Dan like Marc and Zane\n  Heavy-weight champion\n  So you know i had to get Frank Warren on my album campaign\n  A lot of money's is exchanged in accounts\n  I'm talking bout' stupid amounts\n  All your cheques are like a basketball\n  They bounce\n  You man are air like Michael Jordan\n  Better still you man are like Rodman\n  Big shout to my bruddas in Tottenham\n  That love me like they love Game in Compton\n\n  Yo, it's Joseph\n  I get dough, bread, Hovis\n  Plus me and my paper stick together like Sticha and Otis\n  Girl better know, Boy Better Know dis'\n  I bought an R6 got chased by the boydem and got shift\n  I got a fine and a 6-month driving ban so i sold it\n  Fam-a-lam i'm fine\n  Boy Better Know is the label, i'm already signed\n  I'm the reason anyone over twenty-five still listens to grime\n  Yeah take that to heart\n  My ears burning from the talk in the yard\n  \"N-nah man i don't like grime\n  But you see that guy Skepta, he's hard\"\n  Nah you can't do it like me\n  Part-time criminal, full-time MC\n  Feds wanna lock up the IC3\n  Because i don't play like a blank CD\n  It's the way that i am with the women\n  I merked every single dance that I've been in\n  Commercial artist, still one of grime's hardest\n  Stuck in the middle like sandwich filling\n\n  Bwah\n"},{"id":35984782,"name":"the hood dream","trackName":"the hood dream","artistName":"808mystic","albumName":"the hood dream","duration":159.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Well then\nSkepta\nI was like\nHow can i be stupid\nI got my Walkman in my top pocket\nMy headphones goin' into my blazer sleeve\nYou think i'm resting my head on my hand\nNah fam, I'm listening to music\nWhat? You didn't know what i was doing?\nI'm on the ball like Patrick Ewing\nYou better not get out your chair\nCause when you come back\nYou'll be sitting in the gum im chewing\nI kept acting a fool 'til i left school\nWith one GCSE, screwin'\nHit the road, Li-\nYo i got a little buzz\nI lef the road for my supporters that showed me love, aight'\n\nAlright alright\nJunior\nA.K.A Joseph Adenuga, left school with one GCSE\nSelf raising flower, two eggs and a ruler\nI went home straight to the computer\nMy mom told me to turn it down\nA couple years later - I'm in the jeweller\nPicking up stuff that i only dreamed about being able to afford\nI bought my dad a brand new car\nStraight of the showroom floor, it weren't a Porsche\nBut it meant the same thing to him\nStop smiling Dad, jump in the thing\nEmotional, i wanna cry\nMy eyes tingeling\n\nSee\nThey wanna know how i'm on the way to a mill\nBut still, i keep it so real\nOk, i'm ready to answer the question\nNo deal\nJust me and Sam, that's a good team\nRight now i'm living the hood dream\nMe, Ghetts, Giggs and C\nRepping the UK at the BET\nAnd Tinchy Stryder once told me\n\"Skepta play the game but break the rules\nEven if it's a fist fight take a tool\nEven if it's one-per-person take it all\"\n'Cause nobody is praising Boy Better Know for getting of the ground\nSo i ain't jumping off my high horse anytime soon\n'Cause it's just too far down\nAnd i can hear man saying\n\"Skepta's gonna fall off, oxymoron\"\nI run on to the grime MC pitch and kick the ball off, what\nIt's Skepta the listeners wanna hear more of\nYou had a little buzz but it wore off\nI don't wanna hear no talk about sawn-off\nI kick the door off\nRun up in a house like God forgive me if i hurt any children\nCan't take me for Paris Hilton\nYou better know i'm a Tottenham Temple soldier\nHold tight Mr. Wilson\nCall me a lyrical author\nI specialize in lyrical slaughter\nAnd if you think he's better than me\nThen you ain't got taste like water\n\nNo matter how hard you try to\nYou can never make duppy like i do\nAny way you wanna hide i'll find you\nDo i have to remind you that i'm on a one man thing\nBut i got a big family like Patel and Singh\nSo when i go make me a duppy\nNobody knows who boyed off the ting\nThey're like \"Skepta what's popping?\"\nSo i told them Ace of Spades\nMe, Scholar, Rapid and Gracious K\nTreat the champagne like a MAC-10\nWhen i get hold of it i pop it off and spray\nPlus my cousin Dwight just come outta jail\nSo i'm celebrating today\nI'm like \"hip-hip-hooray\"\nI won't stop\nI cleaned up with a broom and a mop\nAnd now i got IBS on my intestines feelin' like it's tied in a knot\nTim, it must be all the champagne\nI'm a Dan like Marc and Zane\nHeavy-weight champion\nSo you know i had to get Frank Warren on my album campaign\nA lot of money's is exchanged in accounts\nI'm talking bout' stupid amounts\nAll your cheques are like a basketball\nThey bounce\nYou man are air like Michael Jordan\nBetter still you man are like Rodman\nBig shout to my bruddas in Tottenham\nThat love me like they love Game in Compton\n\nYo, it's Joseph\nI get dough, bread, Hovis\nPlus me and my paper stick together like Sticha and Otis\nGirl better know, Boy Better Know dis'\nI bought an R6 got chased by the boydem and got shift\nI got a fine and a 6-month driving ban so i sold it\nFam-a-lam i'm fine\nBoy Better Know is the label, i'm already signed\nI'm the reason anyone over twenty-five still listens to grime\nYeah take that to heart\nMy ears burning from the talk in the yard\n\"N-nah man i don't like grime\nBut you see that guy Skepta, he's hard\"\nNah you can't do it like me\nPart-time criminal, full-time MC\nFeds wanna lock up the IC3\nBecause i don't play like a blank CD\nIt's the way that i am with the women\nI merked every single dance that I've been in\nCommercial artist, still one of grime's hardest\nStuck in the middle like sandwich filling\n\nBwah","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.27] Well then\n[00:01.26] Skepta\n[00:01.82] I was like\n[00:02.47] How can i be stupid\n[00:03.43] I got my Walkman in my top pocket\n[00:05.20] My headphones goin' into my blazer sleeve\n[00:07.04] You think i'm resting my head on my hand\n[00:08.73] Nah fam, I'm listening to music\n[00:10.38] What? You didn't know what i was doing?\n[00:12.09] I'm on the ball like Patrick Ewing\n[00:13.60] You better not get out your chair\n[00:14.82] Cause when you come back\n[00:15.83] You'll be sitting in the gum im chewing\n[00:17.33] I kept acting a fool 'til i left school\n[00:18.90] With one GCSE, screwin'\n[00:20.80] Hit the road, Li-\n[00:23.16] Yo i got a little buzz\n[00:24.07] I lef the road for my supporters that showed me love, aight'\n[00:27.34] Alright alright\n[00:30.32] Junior\n[00:31.17] A.K.A Joseph Adenuga, left school with one GCSE\n[00:34.32] Self raising flower, two eggs and a ruler\n[00:36.02] I went home straight to the computer\n[00:37.84] My mom told me to turn it down\n[00:39.24] A couple years later - I'm in the jeweller\n[00:41.21] Picking up stuff that i only dreamed about being able to afford\n[00:44.25] I bought my dad a brand new car\n[00:46.09] Straight of the showroom floor, it weren't a Porsche\n[00:48.63] But it meant the same thing to him\n[00:50.17] Stop 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You didn't know what i was doing?\n  I'm on the ball like Patrick Ewing\n  You better not get out your chair\n  Cause when you come back\n  You'll be sitting in the gum im chewing\n  I kept acting a fool 'til i left school\n  With one GCSE, screwin'\n  Hit the road, Li-\n  Yo i got a little buzz\n  I lef the road for my supporters that showed me love, aight'\n\n  Alright alright\n  Junior\n  A.K.A Joseph Adenuga, left school with one GCSE\n  Self raising flower, two eggs and a ruler\n  I went home straight to the computer\n  My mom told me to turn it down\n  A couple years later - I'm in the jeweller\n  Picking up stuff that i only dreamed about being able to afford\n  I bought my dad a brand new car\n  Straight of the showroom floor, it weren't a Porsche\n  But it meant the same thing to him\n  Stop smiling Dad, jump in the thing\n  Emotional, i wanna cry\n  My eyes tingeling\n\n  See\n  They wanna know how i'm on the way to a mill\n  But still, i keep it so real\n  Ok, i'm ready to answer the question\n  No deal\n  Just me and Sam, that's a good team\n  Right now i'm living the hood dream\n  Me, Ghetts, Giggs and C\n  Repping the UK at the BET\n  And Tinchy Stryder once told me\n  \"Skepta play the game but break the rules\n  Even if it's a fist fight take a tool\n  Even if it's one-per-person take it all\"\n  'Cause nobody is praising Boy Better Know for getting of the ground\n  So i ain't jumping off my high horse anytime soon\n  'Cause it's just too far down\n  And i can hear man saying\n  \"Skepta's gonna fall off, oxymoron\"\n  I run on to the grime MC pitch and kick the ball off, what\n  It's Skepta the listeners wanna hear more of\n  You had a little buzz but it wore off\n  I don't wanna hear no talk about sawn-off\n  I kick the door off\n  Run up in a house like God forgive me if i hurt any children\n  Can't take me for Paris Hilton\n  You better know i'm a Tottenham Temple soldier\n  Hold tight Mr. Wilson\n  Call me a lyrical author\n  I specialize in lyrical slaughter\n  And if you think he's better than me\n  Then you ain't got taste like water\n\n  No matter how hard you try to\n  You can never make duppy like i do\n  Any way you wanna hide i'll find you\n  Do i have to remind you that i'm on a one man thing\n  But i got a big family like Patel and Singh\n  So when i go make me a duppy\n  Nobody knows who boyed off the ting\n  They're like \"Skepta what's popping?\"\n  So i told them Ace of Spades\n  Me, Scholar, Rapid and Gracious K\n  Treat the champagne like a MAC-10\n  When i get hold of it i pop it off and spray\n  Plus my cousin Dwight just come outta jail\n  So i'm celebrating today\n  I'm like \"hip-hip-hooray\"\n  I won't stop\n  I cleaned up with a broom and a mop\n  And now i got IBS on my intestines feelin' like it's tied in a knot\n  Tim, it must be all the champagne\n  I'm a Dan like Marc and Zane\n  Heavy-weight champion\n  So you know i had to get Frank Warren on my album campaign\n  A lot of money's is exchanged in accounts\n  I'm talking bout' stupid amounts\n  All your cheques are like a basketball\n  They bounce\n  You man are air like Michael Jordan\n  Better still you man are like Rodman\n  Big shout to my bruddas in Tottenham\n  That love me like they love Game in Compton\n\n  Yo, it's Joseph\n  I get dough, bread, Hovis\n  Plus me and my paper stick together like Sticha and Otis\n  Girl better know, Boy Better Know dis'\n  I bought an R6 got chased by the boydem and got shift\n  I got a fine and a 6-month driving ban so i sold it\n  Fam-a-lam i'm fine\n  Boy Better Know is the label, i'm already signed\n  I'm the reason anyone over twenty-five still listens to grime\n  Yeah take that to heart\n  My ears burning from the talk in the yard\n  \"N-nah man i don't like grime\n  But you see that guy Skepta, he's hard\"\n  Nah you can't do it like me\n  Part-time criminal, full-time MC\n  Feds wanna lock up the IC3\n  Because i don't play like a blank CD\n  It's the way that i am with the women\n  I merked every single dance that I've been in\n  Commercial artist, still one of grime's hardest\n  Stuck in the middle like sandwich filling\n\n  Bwah\n"},{"id":34241620,"name":"the hood dream","trackName":"the hood dream","artistName":"808mystic","albumName":"the hood dream","duration":null,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Well then\nSkepta\nI was like\nHow can i be stupid\nI got my Walkman in my top pocket\nMy headphones goin' into my blazer sleeve\nYou think i'm resting my head on my hand\nNah fam, I'm listening to music\nWhat? You didn't know what i was doing?\nI'm on the ball like Patrick Ewing\nYou better not get out your chair\nCause when you come back\nYou'll be sitting in the gum im chewing\nI kept acting a fool 'til i left school\nWith one GCSE, screwin'\nHit the road, Li-\nYo i got a little buzz\nI lef the road for my supporters that showed me love, aight'\n\nAlright alright\nJunior\nA.K.A Joseph Adenuga, left school with one GCSE\nSelf raising flower, two eggs and a ruler\nI went home straight to the computer\nMy mom told me to turn it down\nA couple years later - I'm in the jeweller\nPicking up stuff that i only dreamed about being able to afford\nI bought my dad a brand new car\nStraight of the showroom floor, it weren't a Porsche\nBut it meant the same thing to him\nStop smiling Dad, jump in the thing\nEmotional, i wanna cry\nMy eyes tingeling\n\nSee\nThey wanna know how i'm on the way to a mill\nBut still, i keep it so real\nOk, i'm ready to answer the question\nNo deal\nJust me and Sam, that's a good team\nRight now i'm living the hood dream\nMe, Ghetts, Giggs and C\nRepping the UK at the BET\nAnd Tinchy Stryder once told me\n\"Skepta play the game but break the rules\nEven if it's a fist fight take a tool\nEven if it's one-per-person take it all\"\n'Cause nobody is praising Boy Better Know for getting of the ground\nSo i ain't jumping off my high horse anytime soon\n'Cause it's just too far down\nAnd i can hear man saying\n\"Skepta's gonna fall off, oxymoron\"\nI run on to the grime MC pitch and kick the ball off, what\nIt's Skepta the listeners wanna hear more of\nYou had a little buzz but it wore off\nI don't wanna hear no talk about sawn-off\nI kick the door off\nRun up in a house like God forgive me if i hurt any children\nCan't take me for Paris Hilton\nYou better know i'm a Tottenham Temple soldier\nHold tight Mr. Wilson\nCall me a lyrical author\nI specialize in lyrical slaughter\nAnd if you think he's better than me\nThen you ain't got taste like water\n\nNo matter how hard you try to\nYou can never make duppy like i do\nAny way you wanna hide i'll find you\nDo i have to remind you that i'm on a one man thing\nBut i got a big family like Patel and Singh\nSo when i go make me a duppy\nNobody knows who boyed off the ting\nThey're like \"Skepta what's popping?\"\nSo i told them Ace of Spades\nMe, Scholar, Rapid and Gracious K\nTreat the champagne like a MAC-10\nWhen i get hold of it i pop it off and spray\nPlus my cousin Dwight just come outta jail\nSo i'm celebrating today\nI'm like \"hip-hip-hooray\"\nI won't stop\nI cleaned up with a broom and a mop\nAnd now i got IBS on my intestines feelin' like it's tied in a knot\nTim, it must be all the champagne\nI'm a Dan like Marc and Zane\nHeavy-weight champion\nSo you know i had to get Frank Warren on my album campaign\nA lot of money's is exchanged in accounts\nI'm talking bout' stupid amounts\nAll your cheques are like a basketball\nThey bounce\nYou man are air like Michael Jordan\nBetter still you man are like Rodman\nBig shout to my bruddas in Tottenham\nThat love me like they love Game in Compton\n\nYo, it's Joseph\nI get dough, bread, Hovis\nPlus me and my paper stick together like Sticha and Otis\nGirl better know, Boy Better Know dis'\nI bought an R6 got chased by the boydem and got shift\nI got a fine and a 6-month driving ban so i sold it\nFam-a-lam i'm fine\nBoy Better Know is the label, i'm already signed\nI'm the reason anyone over twenty-five still listens to grime\nYeah take that to heart\nMy ears burning from the talk in the yard\n\"N-nah man i don't like grime\nBut you see that guy Skepta, he's hard\"\nNah you can't do it like me\nPart-time criminal, full-time MC\nFeds wanna lock up the IC3\nBecause i don't play like a blank CD\nIt's the way that i am with the women\nI merked every single dance that I've been in\nCommercial artist, still one of grime's hardest\nStuck in the middle like sandwich filling\n\nBwah","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.27] Well then\n[00:01.26] Skepta\n[00:01.82] I was like\n[00:02.47] How can i be stupid\n[00:03.43] I got my Walkman in my top pocket\n[00:05.20] My headphones goin' into my blazer sleeve\n[00:07.04] You think i'm resting my head on my hand\n[00:08.73] Nah fam, I'm listening to music\n[00:10.38] What? You didn't know what i was doing?\n[00:12.09] I'm on the ball like Patrick Ewing\n[00:13.60] You better not get out your chair\n[00:14.82] Cause when you come back\n[00:15.83] You'll be sitting in the gum im chewing\n[00:17.33] I kept acting a fool 'til i left school\n[00:18.90] With one GCSE, screwin'\n[00:20.80] Hit the road, Li-\n[00:23.16] Yo i got a little buzz\n[00:24.07] I lef the road for my supporters that showed me love, aight'\n[00:27.34] Alright alright\n[00:30.32] Junior\n[00:31.17] A.K.A Joseph Adenuga, left school with one GCSE\n[00:34.32] Self raising flower, two eggs and a ruler\n[00:36.02] I went home straight to the computer\n[00:37.84] My mom told me to turn it down\n[00:39.24] A couple years later - I'm in the jeweller\n[00:41.21] Picking up stuff that i only dreamed about being able to afford\n[00:44.25] I bought my dad a brand new car\n[00:46.09] Straight of the showroom floor, it weren't a Porsche\n[00:48.63] But it meant the same thing to him\n[00:50.17] Stop 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bread, Hovis\n  start_ms: 167290\n  end_ms: 168990\n- text: Plus me and my paper stick together like Sticha and Otis\n  start_ms: 168990\n  end_ms: 172330\n- text: Girl better know, Boy Better Know dis'\n  start_ms: 172330\n  end_ms: 174140\n- text: I bought an R6 got chased by the boydem and got shift\n  start_ms: 174140\n  end_ms: 176580\n- text: I got a fine and a 6-month driving ban so i sold it\n  start_ms: 176580\n  end_ms: 179760\n- text: Fam-a-lam i'm fine\n  start_ms: 179760\n  end_ms: 181150\n- text: Boy Better Know is the label, i'm already signed\n  start_ms: 181150\n  end_ms: 183100\n- text: I'm the reason anyone over twenty-five still listens to grime\n  start_ms: 183100\n  end_ms: 186300\n- text: Yeah take that to heart\n  start_ms: 186300\n  end_ms: 187820\n- text: My ears burning from the talk in the yard\n  start_ms: 187820\n  end_ms: 189680\n- text: '\"N-nah man i don''t like grime'\n  start_ms: 189680\n  end_ms: 191460\n- text: But you see that guy Skepta, he's hard\"\n  start_ms: 191460\n  end_ms: 193320\n- text: Nah you can't do it like me\n  start_ms: 193320\n  end_ms: 194810\n- text: Part-time criminal, full-time MC\n  start_ms: 194810\n  end_ms: 196430\n- text: Feds wanna lock up the IC3\n  start_ms: 196430\n  end_ms: 198200\n- text: Because i don't play like a blank CD\n  start_ms: 198200\n  end_ms: 200270\n- text: It's the way that i am with the women\n  start_ms: 200270\n  end_ms: 201850\n- text: I merked every single dance that I've been in\n  start_ms: 201850\n  end_ms: 203550\n- text: Commercial artist, still one of grime's hardest\n  start_ms: 203550\n  end_ms: 205820\n- text: Stuck in the middle like sandwich filling\n  start_ms: 205820\n  end_ms: 208150\n- text: Bwah\n  start_ms: 208150\n  end_ms: 209210\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 209210\nplain: |-\n  Well then\n  Skepta\n  I was like\n  How can i be stupid\n  I got my Walkman in my top pocket\n  My headphones goin' into my blazer sleeve\n  You think i'm resting my head on my hand\n  Nah fam, I'm listening to music\n  What? You didn't know what i was doing?\n  I'm on the ball like Patrick Ewing\n  You better not get out your chair\n  Cause when you come back\n  You'll be sitting in the gum im chewing\n  I kept acting a fool 'til i left school\n  With one GCSE, screwin'\n  Hit the road, Li-\n  Yo i got a little buzz\n  I lef the road for my supporters that showed me love, aight'\n\n  Alright alright\n  Junior\n  A.K.A Joseph Adenuga, left school with one GCSE\n  Self raising flower, two eggs and a ruler\n  I went home straight to the computer\n  My mom told me to turn it down\n  A couple years later - I'm in the jeweller\n  Picking up stuff that i only dreamed about being able to afford\n  I bought my dad a brand new car\n  Straight of the showroom floor, it weren't a Porsche\n  But it meant the same thing to him\n  Stop smiling Dad, jump in the thing\n  Emotional, i wanna cry\n  My eyes tingeling\n\n  See\n  They wanna know how i'm on the way to a mill\n  But still, i keep it so real\n  Ok, i'm ready to answer the question\n  No deal\n  Just me and Sam, that's a good team\n  Right now i'm living the hood dream\n  Me, Ghetts, Giggs and C\n  Repping the UK at the BET\n  And Tinchy Stryder once told me\n  \"Skepta play the game but break the rules\n  Even if it's a fist fight take a tool\n  Even if it's one-per-person take it all\"\n  'Cause nobody is praising Boy Better Know for getting of the ground\n  So i ain't jumping off my high horse anytime soon\n  'Cause it's just too far down\n  And i can hear man saying\n  \"Skepta's gonna fall off, oxymoron\"\n  I run on to the grime MC pitch and kick the ball off, what\n  It's Skepta the listeners wanna hear more of\n  You had a little buzz but it wore off\n  I don't wanna hear no talk about sawn-off\n  I kick the door off\n  Run up in a house like God forgive me if i hurt any children\n  Can't take me for Paris Hilton\n  You better know i'm a Tottenham Temple soldier\n  Hold tight Mr. Wilson\n  Call me a lyrical author\n  I specialize in lyrical slaughter\n  And if you think he's better than me\n  Then you ain't got taste like water\n\n  No matter how hard you try to\n  You can never make duppy like i do\n  Any way you wanna hide i'll find you\n  Do i have to remind you that i'm on a one man thing\n  But i got a big family like Patel and Singh\n  So when i go make me a duppy\n  Nobody knows who boyed off the ting\n  They're like \"Skepta what's popping?\"\n  So i told them Ace of Spades\n  Me, Scholar, Rapid and Gracious K\n  Treat the champagne like a MAC-10\n  When i get hold of it i pop it off and spray\n  Plus my cousin Dwight just come outta jail\n  So i'm celebrating today\n  I'm like \"hip-hip-hooray\"\n  I won't stop\n  I cleaned up with a broom and a mop\n  And now i got IBS on my intestines feelin' like it's tied in a knot\n  Tim, it must be all the champagne\n  I'm a Dan like Marc and Zane\n  Heavy-weight champion\n  So you know i had to get Frank Warren on my album campaign\n  A lot of money's is exchanged in accounts\n  I'm talking bout' stupid amounts\n  All your cheques are like a basketball\n  They bounce\n  You man are air like Michael Jordan\n  Better still you man are like Rodman\n  Big shout to my bruddas in Tottenham\n  That love me like they love Game in Compton\n\n  Yo, it's Joseph\n  I get dough, bread, Hovis\n  Plus me and my paper stick together like Sticha and Otis\n  Girl better know, Boy Better Know dis'\n  I bought an R6 got chased by the boydem and got shift\n  I got a fine and a 6-month driving ban so i sold it\n  Fam-a-lam i'm fine\n  Boy Better Know is the label, i'm already signed\n  I'm the reason anyone over twenty-five still listens to grime\n  Yeah take that to heart\n  My ears burning from the talk in the yard\n  \"N-nah man i don't like grime\n  But you see that guy Skepta, he's hard\"\n  Nah you can't do it like me\n  Part-time criminal, full-time MC\n  Feds wanna lock up the IC3\n  Because i don't play like a blank CD\n  It's the way that i am with the women\n  I merked every single dance that I've been in\n  Commercial artist, still one of grime's hardest\n  Stuck in the middle like sandwich filling\n\n  Bwah\n"},{"id":39038326,"name":"the hood dream","trackName":"the hood dream","artistName":"808mystic","albumName":"the hood dream","duration":214.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Well then\nSkepta\nI was like\nHow can i be stupid\nI got my Walkman in my top pocket\nMy headphones goin' into my blazer sleeve\nYou think i'm resting my head on my hand\nNah fam, I'm listening to music\nWhat? You didn't know what i was doing?\nI'm on the ball like Patrick Ewing\nYou better not get out your chair\nCause when you come back\nYou'll be sitting in the gum im chewing\nI kept acting a fool 'til i left school\nWith one GCSE, screwin'\nHit the road, Li-\nYo i got a little buzz\nI lef the road for my supporters that showed me love, aight'\n\nAlright alright\nJunior\nA.K.A Joseph Adenuga, left school with one GCSE\nSelf raising flower, two eggs and a ruler\nI went home straight to the computer\nMy mom told me to turn it down\nA couple years later - I'm in the jeweller\nPicking up stuff that i only dreamed about being able to afford\nI bought my dad a brand new car\nStraight of the showroom floor, it weren't a Porsche\nBut it meant the same thing to him\nStop smiling Dad, jump in the thing\nEmotional, i wanna cry\nMy eyes tingeling\n\nSee\nThey wanna know how i'm on the way to a mill\nBut still, i keep it so real\nOk, i'm ready to answer the question\nNo deal\nJust me and Sam, that's a good team\nRight now i'm living the hood dream\nMe, Ghetts, Giggs and C\nRepping the UK at the BET\nAnd Tinchy Stryder once told me\n\"Skepta play the game but break the rules\nEven if it's a fist fight take a tool\nEven if it's one-per-person take it all\"\n'Cause nobody is praising Boy Better Know for getting of the ground\nSo i ain't jumping off my high horse anytime soon\n'Cause it's just too far down\nAnd i can hear man saying\n\"Skepta's gonna fall off, oxymoron\"\nI run on to the grime MC pitch and kick the ball off, what\nIt's Skepta the listeners wanna hear more of\nYou had a little buzz but it wore off\nI don't wanna hear no talk about sawn-off\nI kick the door off\nRun up in a house like God forgive me if i hurt any children\nCan't take me for Paris Hilton\nYou better know i'm a Tottenham Temple soldier\nHold tight Mr. Wilson\nCall me a lyrical author\nI specialize in lyrical slaughter\nAnd if you think he's better than me\nThen you ain't got taste like water\n\nNo matter how hard you try to\nYou can never make duppy like i do\nAny way you wanna hide i'll find you\nDo i have to remind you that i'm on a one man thing\nBut i got a big family like Patel and Singh\nSo when i go make me a duppy\nNobody knows who boyed off the ting\nThey're like \"Skepta what's popping?\"\nSo i told them Ace of Spades\nMe, Scholar, Rapid and Gracious K\nTreat the champagne like a MAC-10\nWhen i get hold of it i pop it off and spray\nPlus my cousin Dwight just come outta jail\nSo i'm celebrating today\nI'm like \"hip-hip-hooray\"\nI won't stop\nI cleaned up with a broom and a mop\nAnd now i got IBS on my intestines feelin' like it's tied in a knot\nTim, it must be all the champagne\nI'm a Dan like Marc and Zane\nHeavy-weight champion\nSo you know i had to get Frank Warren on my album campaign\nA lot of money's is exchanged in accounts\nI'm talking bout' stupid amounts\nAll your cheques are like a basketball\nThey bounce\nYou man are air like Michael Jordan\nBetter still you man are like Rodman\nBig shout to my bruddas in Tottenham\nThat love me like they love Game in Compton\n\nYo, it's Joseph\nI get dough, bread, Hovis\nPlus me and my paper stick together like Sticha and Otis\nGirl better know, Boy Better Know dis'\nI bought an R6 got chased by the boydem and got shift\nI got a fine and a 6-month driving ban so i sold it\nFam-a-lam i'm fine\nBoy Better Know is the label, i'm already signed\nI'm the reason anyone over twenty-five still listens to grime\nYeah take that to heart\nMy ears burning from the talk in the yard\n\"N-nah man i don't like grime\nBut you see that guy Skepta, he's hard\"\nNah you can't do it like me\nPart-time criminal, full-time MC\nFeds wanna lock up the IC3\nBecause i don't play like a blank CD\nIt's the way that i am with the women\nI merked every single dance that I've been in\nCommercial artist, still one of grime's hardest\nStuck in the middle like sandwich filling\n\nBwah","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.27]Well then\n[00:01.26]Skepta\n[00:01.82]I was like\n[00:02.47]How can i be stupid\n[00:03.43]I got my Walkman in my top pocket\n[00:05.20]My headphones goin' into my blazer sleeve\n[00:07.04]You think i'm resting my head on my hand\n[00:08.73]Nah fam, I'm listening to music\n[00:10.38]What? 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K\n[02:09.17]Treat the champagne like a MAC-10\n[02:10.95]When i get hold of it i pop it off and spray\n[02:12.60]Plus my cousin Dwight just come outta jail\n[02:14.73]So i'm celebrating today\n[02:16.27]I'm like \"hip-hip-hooray\"\n[02:18.86]I won't stop\n[02:19.85]I cleaned up with a broom and a mop\n[02:21.33]And now i got IBS on my intestines feelin' like it's tied in a knot\n[02:24.85]Tim, it must be all the champagne\n[02:26.54]I'm a Dan like Marc and Zane\n[02:28.51]Heavy-weight champion\n[02:29.86]So you know i had to get Frank Warren on my album campaign\n[02:31.48]A lot of money's is exchanged in accounts\n[02:33.41]I'm talking bout' stupid amounts\n[02:35.29]All your cheques are like a basketball\n[02:37.76]They bounce\n[02:38.82]You man are air like Michael Jordan\n[02:40.44]Better still you man are like Rodman\n[02:42.31]Big shout to my bruddas in Tottenham\n[02:43.87]That love me like they love Game in Compton\n[02:45.79]Yo, it's Joseph\n[02:47.29]I get dough, bread, 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You didn't know what i was doing?\n  I'm on the ball like Patrick Ewing\n  You better not get out your chair\n  Cause when you come back\n  You'll be sitting in the gum im chewing\n  I kept acting a fool 'til i left school\n  With one GCSE, screwin'\n  Hit the road, Li-\n  Yo i got a little buzz\n  I lef the road for my supporters that showed me love, aight'\n\n  Alright alright\n  Junior\n  A.K.A Joseph Adenuga, left school with one GCSE\n  Self raising flower, two eggs and a ruler\n  I went home straight to the computer\n  My mom told me to turn it down\n  A couple years later - I'm in the jeweller\n  Picking up stuff that i only dreamed about being able to afford\n  I bought my dad a brand new car\n  Straight of the showroom floor, it weren't a Porsche\n  But it meant the same thing to him\n  Stop smiling Dad, jump in the thing\n  Emotional, i wanna cry\n  My eyes tingeling\n\n  See\n  They wanna know how i'm on the way to a mill\n  But still, i keep it so real\n  Ok, i'm ready to answer the question\n  No deal\n  Just me and Sam, that's a good team\n  Right now i'm living the hood dream\n  Me, Ghetts, Giggs and C\n  Repping the UK at the BET\n  And Tinchy Stryder once told me\n  \"Skepta play the game but break the rules\n  Even if it's a fist fight take a tool\n  Even if it's one-per-person take it all\"\n  'Cause nobody is praising Boy Better Know for getting of the ground\n  So i ain't jumping off my high horse anytime soon\n  'Cause it's just too far down\n  And i can hear man saying\n  \"Skepta's gonna fall off, oxymoron\"\n  I run on to the grime MC pitch and kick the ball off, what\n  It's Skepta the listeners wanna hear more of\n  You had a little buzz but it wore off\n  I don't wanna hear no talk about sawn-off\n  I kick the door off\n  Run up in a house like God forgive me if i hurt any children\n  Can't take me for Paris Hilton\n  You better know i'm a Tottenham Temple soldier\n  Hold tight Mr. Wilson\n  Call me a lyrical author\n  I specialize in lyrical slaughter\n  And if you think he's better than me\n  Then you ain't got taste like water\n\n  No matter how hard you try to\n  You can never make duppy like i do\n  Any way you wanna hide i'll find you\n  Do i have to remind you that i'm on a one man thing\n  But i got a big family like Patel and Singh\n  So when i go make me a duppy\n  Nobody knows who boyed off the ting\n  They're like \"Skepta what's popping?\"\n  So i told them Ace of Spades\n  Me, Scholar, Rapid and Gracious K\n  Treat the champagne like a MAC-10\n  When i get hold of it i pop it off and spray\n  Plus my cousin Dwight just come outta jail\n  So i'm celebrating today\n  I'm like \"hip-hip-hooray\"\n  I won't stop\n  I cleaned up with a broom and a mop\n  And now i got IBS on my intestines feelin' like it's tied in a knot\n  Tim, it must be all the champagne\n  I'm a Dan like Marc and Zane\n  Heavy-weight champion\n  So you know i had to get Frank Warren on my album campaign\n  A lot of money's is exchanged in accounts\n  I'm talking bout' stupid amounts\n  All your cheques are like a basketball\n  They bounce\n  You man are air like Michael Jordan\n  Better still you man are like Rodman\n  Big shout to my bruddas in Tottenham\n  That love me like they love Game in Compton\n\n  Yo, it's Joseph\n  I get dough, bread, Hovis\n  Plus me and my paper stick together like Sticha and Otis\n  Girl better know, Boy Better Know dis'\n  I bought an R6 got chased by the boydem and got shift\n  I got a fine and a 6-month driving ban so i sold it\n  Fam-a-lam i'm fine\n  Boy Better Know is the label, i'm already signed\n  I'm the reason anyone over twenty-five still listens to grime\n  Yeah take that to heart\n  My ears burning from the talk in the yard\n  \"N-nah man i don't like grime\n  But you see that guy Skepta, he's hard\"\n  Nah you can't do it like me\n  Part-time criminal, full-time MC\n  Feds wanna lock up the IC3\n  Because i don't play like a blank CD\n  It's the way that i am with the women\n  I merked every single dance that I've been in\n  Commercial artist, still one of grime's hardest\n  Stuck in the middle like sandwich filling\n\n  Bwah\n"},{"id":21854266,"name":"the hood dream (Paused)","trackName":"the hood dream (Paused)","artistName":"808mystic","albumName":"the hood dream","duration":224.46,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Well then\nSkepta\nI was like\nHow can i be stupid\nI got my Walkman in my top pocket\nMy headphones goin' into my blazer sleeve\nYou think i'm resting my head on my hand\nNah fam, I'm listening to music\nWhat? You didn't know what i was doing?\nI'm on the ball like Patrick Ewing\nYou better not get out your chair\nCause when you come back\nYou'll be sitting in the gum im chewing\nI kept acting a fool 'til i left school\nWith one GCSE, screwin'\nHit the road, Li-\nYo i got a little buzz\nI lef the road for my supporters that showed me love, aight'\n\nAlright alright\nJunior\nA.K.A Joseph Adenuga, left school with one GCSE\nSelf raising flower, two eggs and a ruler\nI went home straight to the computer\nMy mom told me to turn it down\nA couple years later - I'm in the jeweller\nPicking up stuff that i only dreamed about being able to afford\nI bought my dad a brand new car\nStraight of the showroom floor, it weren't a Porsche\nBut it meant the same thing to him\nStop smiling Dad, jump in the thing\nEmotional, i wanna cry\nMy eyes tingeling\n\nSee\nThey wanna know how i'm on the way to a mill\nBut still, i keep it so real\nOk, i'm ready to answer the question\nNo deal\nJust me and Sam, that's a good team\nRight now i'm living the hood dream\nMe, Ghetts, Giggs and C\nRepping the UK at the BET\nAnd Tinchy Stryder once told me\n\"Skepta play the game but break the rules\nEven if it's a fist fight take a tool\nEven if it's one-per-person take it all\"\n'Cause nobody is praising Boy Better Know for getting of the ground\nSo i ain't jumping off my high horse anytime soon\n'Cause it's just too far down\nAnd i can hear man saying\n\"Skepta's gonna fall off, oxymoron\"\nI run on to the grime MC pitch and kick the ball off, what\nIt's Skepta the listeners wanna hear more of\nYou had a little buzz but it wore off\nI don't wanna hear no talk about sawn-off\nI kick the door off\nRun up in a house like God forgive me if i hurt any children\nCan't take me for Paris Hilton\nYou better know i'm a Tottenham Temple soldier\nHold tight Mr. Wilson\nCall me a lyrical author\nI specialize in lyrical slaughter\nAnd if you think he's better than me\nThen you ain't got taste like water\n\nNo matter how hard you try to\nYou can never make duppy like i do\nAny way you wanna hide i'll find you\nDo i have to remind you that i'm on a one man thing\nBut i got a big family like Patel and Singh\nSo when i go make me a duppy\nNobody knows who boyed off the ting\nThey're like \"Skepta what's popping?\"\nSo i told them Ace of Spades\nMe, Scholar, Rapid and Gracious K\nTreat the champagne like a MAC-10\nWhen i get hold of it i pop it off and spray\nPlus my cousin Dwight just come outta jail\nSo i'm celebrating today\nI'm like \"hip-hip-hooray\"\nI won't stop\nI cleaned up with a broom and a mop\nAnd now i got IBS on my intestines feelin' like it's tied in a knot\nTim, it must be all the champagne\nI'm a Dan like Marc and Zane\nHeavy-weight champion\nSo you know i had to get Frank Warren on my album campaign\nA lot of money's is exchanged in accounts\nI'm talking bout' stupid amounts\nAll your cheques are like a basketball\nThey bounce\nYou man are air like Michael Jordan\nBetter still you man are like Rodman\nBig shout to my bruddas in Tottenham\nThat love me like they love Game in Compton\n\nYo, it's Joseph\nI get dough, bread, Hovis\nPlus me and my paper stick together like Sticha and Otis\nGirl better know, Boy Better Know dis'\nI bought an R6 got chased by the boydem and got shift\nI got a fine and a 6-month driving ban so i sold it\nFam-a-lam i'm fine\nBoy Better Know is the label, i'm already signed\nI'm the reason anyone over twenty-five still listens to grime\nYeah take that to heart\nMy ears burning from the talk in the yard\n\"N-nah man i don't like grime\nBut you see that guy Skepta, he's hard\"\nNah you can't do it like me\nPart-time criminal, full-time MC\nFeds wanna lock up the IC3\nBecause i don't play like a blank CD\nIt's the way that i am with the women\nI merked every single dance that I've been in\nCommercial artist, still one of grime's hardest\nStuck in the middle like sandwich filling\n\nBwah","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.27] Well then\n[00:01.26] Skepta\n[00:01.82] I was like\n[00:02.47] How can i be stupid\n[00:03.43] I got my Walkman in my top pocket\n[00:05.20] My headphones goin' into my blazer sleeve\n[00:07.04] You think i'm resting my head on my hand\n[00:08.73] Nah fam, I'm listening to music\n[00:10.38] What? 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smiling Dad, jump in the thing\n[00:51.95] Emotional, i wanna cry\n[00:53.59] My eyes tingeling\n[00:54.53] See\n[00:55.27] They wanna know how i'm on the way to a mill\n[00:56.88] But still, i keep it so real\n[00:58.15] Ok, i'm ready to answer the question\n[01:01.26] No deal\n[01:02.40] Just me and Sam, that's a good team\n[01:03.87] Right now i'm living the hood dream\n[01:05.63] Me, Ghetts, Giggs and C\n[01:07.20] Repping the UK at the BET\n[01:08.88] And Tinchy Stryder once told me\n[01:10.65] \"Skepta play the game but break the rules\n[01:12.53] Even if it's a fist fight take a tool\n[01:14.20] Even if it's one-per-person take it all\"\n[01:15.95] 'Cause nobody is praising Boy Better Know for getting of the ground\n[01:18.92] So i ain't jumping off my high horse anytime soon\n[01:21.07] 'Cause it's just too far down\n[01:22.41] And i can hear man saying\n[01:23.66] \"Skepta's gonna fall off, oxymoron\"\n[01:25.38] I run on to the grime MC pitch and kick the ball off, 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i told them Ace of Spades\n[02:07.58] Me, Scholar, Rapid and Gracious K\n[02:09.17] Treat the champagne like a MAC-10\n[02:10.95] When i get hold of it i pop it off and spray\n[02:12.60] Plus my cousin Dwight just come outta jail\n[02:14.73] So i'm celebrating today\n[02:16.27] I'm like \"hip-hip-hooray\"\n[02:18.86] I won't stop\n[02:19.85] I cleaned up with a broom and a mop\n[02:21.33] And now i got IBS on my intestines feelin' like it's tied in a knot\n[02:24.85] Tim, it must be all the champagne\n[02:26.54] I'm a Dan like Marc and Zane\n[02:28.51] Heavy-weight champion\n[02:29.86] So you know i had to get Frank Warren on my album campaign\n[02:31.48] A lot of money's is exchanged in accounts\n[02:33.41] I'm talking bout' stupid amounts\n[02:35.29] All your cheques are like a basketball\n[02:37.76] They bounce\n[02:38.82] You man are air like Michael Jordan\n[02:40.44] Better still you man are like Rodman\n[02:42.31] Big shout to my bruddas in Tottenham\n[02:43.87] That love me 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You didn't know what i was doing?\n  I'm on the ball like Patrick Ewing\n  You better not get out your chair\n  Cause when you come back\n  You'll be sitting in the gum im chewing\n  I kept acting a fool 'til i left school\n  With one GCSE, screwin'\n  Hit the road, Li-\n  Yo i got a little buzz\n  I lef the road for my supporters that showed me love, aight'\n\n  Alright alright\n  Junior\n  A.K.A Joseph Adenuga, left school with one GCSE\n  Self raising flower, two eggs and a ruler\n  I went home straight to the computer\n  My mom told me to turn it down\n  A couple years later - I'm in the jeweller\n  Picking up stuff that i only dreamed about being able to afford\n  I bought my dad a brand new car\n  Straight of the showroom floor, it weren't a Porsche\n  But it meant the same thing to him\n  Stop smiling Dad, jump in the thing\n  Emotional, i wanna cry\n  My eyes tingeling\n\n  See\n  They wanna know how i'm on the way to a mill\n  But still, i keep it so real\n  Ok, i'm ready to answer the question\n  No deal\n  Just me and Sam, that's a good team\n  Right now i'm living the hood dream\n  Me, Ghetts, Giggs and C\n  Repping the UK at the BET\n  And Tinchy Stryder once told me\n  \"Skepta play the game but break the rules\n  Even if it's a fist fight take a tool\n  Even if it's one-per-person take it all\"\n  'Cause nobody is praising Boy Better Know for getting of the ground\n  So i ain't jumping off my high horse anytime soon\n  'Cause it's just too far down\n  And i can hear man saying\n  \"Skepta's gonna fall off, oxymoron\"\n  I run on to the grime MC pitch and kick the ball off, what\n  It's Skepta the listeners wanna hear more of\n  You had a little buzz but it wore off\n  I don't wanna hear no talk about sawn-off\n  I kick the door off\n  Run up in a house like God forgive me if i hurt any children\n  Can't take me for Paris Hilton\n  You better know i'm a Tottenham Temple soldier\n  Hold tight Mr. Wilson\n  Call me a lyrical author\n  I specialize in lyrical slaughter\n  And if you think he's better than me\n  Then you ain't got taste like water\n\n  No matter how hard you try to\n  You can never make duppy like i do\n  Any way you wanna hide i'll find you\n  Do i have to remind you that i'm on a one man thing\n  But i got a big family like Patel and Singh\n  So when i go make me a duppy\n  Nobody knows who boyed off the ting\n  They're like \"Skepta what's popping?\"\n  So i told them Ace of Spades\n  Me, Scholar, Rapid and Gracious K\n  Treat the champagne like a MAC-10\n  When i get hold of it i pop it off and spray\n  Plus my cousin Dwight just come outta jail\n  So i'm celebrating today\n  I'm like \"hip-hip-hooray\"\n  I won't stop\n  I cleaned up with a broom and a mop\n  And now i got IBS on my intestines feelin' like it's tied in a knot\n  Tim, it must be all the champagne\n  I'm a Dan like Marc and Zane\n  Heavy-weight champion\n  So you know i had to get Frank Warren on my album campaign\n  A lot of money's is exchanged in accounts\n  I'm talking bout' stupid amounts\n  All your cheques are like a basketball\n  They bounce\n  You man are air like Michael Jordan\n  Better still you man are like Rodman\n  Big shout to my bruddas in Tottenham\n  That love me like they love Game in Compton\n\n  Yo, it's Joseph\n  I get dough, bread, Hovis\n  Plus me and my paper stick together like Sticha and Otis\n  Girl better know, Boy Better Know dis'\n  I bought an R6 got chased by the boydem and got shift\n  I got a fine and a 6-month driving ban so i sold it\n  Fam-a-lam i'm fine\n  Boy Better Know is the label, i'm already signed\n  I'm the reason anyone over twenty-five still listens to grime\n  Yeah take that to heart\n  My ears burning from the talk in the yard\n  \"N-nah man i don't like grime\n  But you see that guy Skepta, he's hard\"\n  Nah you can't do it like me\n  Part-time criminal, full-time MC\n  Feds wanna lock up the IC3\n  Because i don't play like a blank CD\n  It's the way that i am with the women\n  I merked every single dance that I've been in\n  Commercial artist, still one of grime's hardest\n  Stuck in the middle like sandwich filling\n\n  Bwah\n"},{"id":18559295,"name":"the hood dream","trackName":"the hood dream","artistName":"808mystic","albumName":"mysticspins vol2","duration":224.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Well then\nSkepta\nI was like\nHow can i be stupid\nI got my Walkman in my top pocket\nMy headphones goin' into my blazer sleeve\nYou think i'm resting my head on my hand\nNah fam, I'm listening to music\nWhat? You didn't know what i was doing?\nI'm on the ball like Patrick Ewing\nYou better not get out your chair\nCause when you come back\nYou'll be sitting in the gum im chewing\nI kept acting a fool 'til i left school\nWith one GCSE, screwin'\nHit the road, Li-\nYo i got a little buzz\nI lef the road for my supporters that showed me love, aight'\n\nAlright alright\nJunior\nA.K.A Joseph Adenuga, left school with one GCSE\nSelf raising flower, two eggs and a ruler\nI went home straight to the computer\nMy mom told me to turn it down\nA couple years later - I'm in the jeweller\nPicking up stuff that i only dreamed about being able to afford\nI bought my dad a brand new car\nStraight of the showroom floor, it weren't a Porsche\nBut it meant the same thing to him\nStop smiling Dad, jump in the thing\nEmotional, i wanna cry\nMy eyes tingeling\n\nSee\nThey wanna know how i'm on the way to a mill\nBut still, i keep it so real\nOk, i'm ready to answer the question\nNo deal\nJust me and Sam, that's a good team\nRight now i'm living the hood dream\nMe, Ghetts, Giggs and C\nRepping the UK at the BET\nAnd Tinchy Stryder once told me\n\"Skepta play the game but break the rules\nEven if it's a fist fight take a tool\nEven if it's one-per-person take it all\"\n'Cause nobody is praising Boy Better Know for getting of the ground\nSo i ain't jumping off my high horse anytime soon\n'Cause it's just too far down\nAnd i can hear man saying\n\"Skepta's gonna fall off, oxymoron\"\nI run on to the grime MC pitch and kick the ball off, what\nIt's Skepta the listeners wanna hear more of\nYou had a little buzz but it wore off\nI don't wanna hear no talk about sawn-off\nI kick the door off\nRun up in a house like God forgive me if i hurt any children\nCan't take me for Paris Hilton\nYou better know i'm a Tottenham Temple soldier\nHold tight Mr. Wilson\nCall me a lyrical author\nI specialize in lyrical slaughter\nAnd if you think he's better than me\nThen you ain't got taste like water\n\nNo matter how hard you try to\nYou can never make duppy like i do\nAny way you wanna hide i'll find you\nDo i have to remind you that i'm on a one man thing\nBut i got a big family like Patel and Singh\nSo when i go make me a duppy\nNobody knows who boyed off the ting\nThey're like \"Skepta what's popping?\"\nSo i told them Ace of Spades\nMe, Scholar, Rapid and Gracious K\nTreat the champagne like a MAC-10\nWhen i get hold of it i pop it off and spray\nPlus my cousin Dwight just come outta jail\nSo i'm celebrating today\nI'm like \"hip-hip-hooray\"\nI won't stop\nI cleaned up with a broom and a mop\nAnd now i got IBS on my intestines feelin' like it's tied in a knot\nTim, it must be all the champagne\nI'm a Dan like Marc and Zane\nHeavy-weight champion\nSo you know i had to get Frank Warren on my album campaign\nA lot of money's is exchanged in accounts\nI'm talking bout' stupid amounts\nAll your cheques are like a basketball\nThey bounce\nYou man are air like Michael Jordan\nBetter still you man are like Rodman\nBig shout to my bruddas in Tottenham\nThat love me like they love Game in Compton\n\nYo, it's Joseph\nI get dough, bread, Hovis\nPlus me and my paper stick together like Sticha and Otis\nGirl better know, Boy Better Know dis'\nI bought an R6 got chased by the boydem and got shift\nI got a fine and a 6-month driving ban so i sold it\nFam-a-lam i'm fine\nBoy Better Know is the label, i'm already signed\nI'm the reason anyone over twenty-five still listens to grime\nYeah take that to heart\nMy ears burning from the talk in the yard\n\"N-nah man i don't like grime\nBut you see that guy Skepta, he's hard\"\nNah you can't do it like me\nPart-time criminal, full-time MC\nFeds wanna lock up the IC3\nBecause i don't play like a blank CD\nIt's the way that i am with the women\nI merked every single dance that I've been in\nCommercial artist, still one of grime's hardest\nStuck in the middle like sandwich filling\n\nBwah","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.27] Well then\n[00:01.26] Skepta\n[00:01.82] I was like\n[00:02.47] How can i be stupid\n[00:03.43] I got my Walkman in my top pocket\n[00:05.20] My headphones goin' into my blazer sleeve\n[00:07.04] You think i'm resting my head on my hand\n[00:08.73] Nah fam, I'm listening to music\n[00:10.38] What? 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start_ms: 100090\n  end_ms: 102100\n- text: Hold tight Mr. Wilson\n  start_ms: 102100\n  end_ms: 103350\n- text: Call me a lyrical author\n  start_ms: 103350\n  end_ms: 105250\n- text: I specialize in lyrical slaughter\n  start_ms: 105250\n  end_ms: 107050\n- text: And if you think he's better than me\n  start_ms: 107050\n  end_ms: 108860\n- text: Then you ain't got taste like water\n  start_ms: 108860\n  end_ms: 110680\n- text: No matter how hard you try to\n  start_ms: 110680\n  end_ms: 112230\n- text: You can never make duppy like i do\n  start_ms: 112230\n  end_ms: 113820\n- text: Any way you wanna hide i'll find you\n  start_ms: 113820\n  end_ms: 116030\n- text: Do i have to remind you that i'm on a one man thing\n  start_ms: 116030\n  end_ms: 118580\n- text: But i got a big family like Patel and Singh\n  start_ms: 118580\n  end_ms: 120330\n- text: So when i go make me a duppy\n  start_ms: 120330\n  end_ms: 122410\n- text: Nobody knows who boyed off the ting\n  start_ms: 122410\n  end_ms: 124330\n- text: They're like \"Skepta what's popping?\"\n  start_ms: 124330\n  end_ms: 126040\n- text: So i told them Ace of Spades\n  start_ms: 126040\n  end_ms: 127580\n- text: Me, Scholar, Rapid and Gracious K\n  start_ms: 127580\n  end_ms: 129170\n- text: Treat the champagne like a MAC-10\n  start_ms: 129170\n  end_ms: 130950\n- text: When i get hold of it i pop it off and spray\n  start_ms: 130950\n  end_ms: 132600\n- text: Plus my cousin Dwight just come outta jail\n  start_ms: 132600\n  end_ms: 134730\n- text: So i'm celebrating today\n  start_ms: 134730\n  end_ms: 136270\n- text: I'm like \"hip-hip-hooray\"\n  start_ms: 136270\n  end_ms: 138860\n- text: I won't stop\n  start_ms: 138860\n  end_ms: 139850\n- text: I cleaned up with a broom and a mop\n  start_ms: 139850\n  end_ms: 141330\n- text: And now i got IBS on my intestines feelin' like it's tied in a knot\n  start_ms: 141330\n  end_ms: 144850\n- text: Tim, it must be all the champagne\n  start_ms: 144850\n  end_ms: 146540\n- text: I'm a Dan like Marc and Zane\n  start_ms: 146540\n  end_ms: 148510\n- text: Heavy-weight champion\n  start_ms: 148510\n  end_ms: 149860\n- text: So you know i had to get Frank Warren on my album campaign\n  start_ms: 149860\n  end_ms: 151480\n- text: A lot of money's is exchanged in accounts\n  start_ms: 151480\n  end_ms: 153410\n- text: I'm talking bout' stupid amounts\n  start_ms: 153410\n  end_ms: 155290\n- text: All your cheques are like a basketball\n  start_ms: 155290\n  end_ms: 157760\n- text: They bounce\n  start_ms: 157760\n  end_ms: 158820\n- text: You man are air like Michael Jordan\n  start_ms: 158820\n  end_ms: 160440\n- text: Better still you man are like Rodman\n  start_ms: 160440\n  end_ms: 162310\n- text: Big shout to my bruddas in Tottenham\n  start_ms: 162310\n  end_ms: 163870\n- text: That love me like they love Game in Compton\n  start_ms: 163870\n  end_ms: 165790\n- text: Yo, it's Joseph\n  start_ms: 165790\n  end_ms: 167290\n- text: I get dough, bread, Hovis\n  start_ms: 167290\n  end_ms: 168990\n- text: Plus me and my paper stick together like Sticha and Otis\n  start_ms: 168990\n  end_ms: 172330\n- text: Girl better know, Boy Better Know dis'\n  start_ms: 172330\n  end_ms: 174140\n- text: I bought an R6 got chased by the boydem and got shift\n  start_ms: 174140\n  end_ms: 176580\n- text: I got a fine and a 6-month driving ban so i sold it\n  start_ms: 176580\n  end_ms: 179760\n- text: Fam-a-lam i'm fine\n  start_ms: 179760\n  end_ms: 181150\n- text: Boy Better Know is the label, i'm already signed\n  start_ms: 181150\n  end_ms: 183100\n- text: I'm the reason anyone over twenty-five still listens to grime\n  start_ms: 183100\n  end_ms: 186300\n- text: Yeah take that to heart\n  start_ms: 186300\n  end_ms: 187820\n- text: My ears burning from the talk in the yard\n  start_ms: 187820\n  end_ms: 189680\n- text: '\"N-nah man i don''t like grime'\n  start_ms: 189680\n  end_ms: 191460\n- text: But you see that guy Skepta, he's hard\"\n  start_ms: 191460\n  end_ms: 193320\n- text: Nah you can't do it like me\n  start_ms: 193320\n  end_ms: 194810\n- text: Part-time criminal, full-time MC\n  start_ms: 194810\n  end_ms: 196430\n- text: Feds wanna lock up the IC3\n  start_ms: 196430\n  end_ms: 198200\n- text: Because i don't play like a blank CD\n  start_ms: 198200\n  end_ms: 200270\n- text: It's the way that i am with the women\n  start_ms: 200270\n  end_ms: 201850\n- text: I merked every single dance that I've been in\n  start_ms: 201850\n  end_ms: 203550\n- text: Commercial artist, still one of grime's hardest\n  start_ms: 203550\n  end_ms: 205820\n- text: Stuck in the middle like sandwich filling\n  start_ms: 205820\n  end_ms: 208150\n- text: Bwah\n  start_ms: 208150\n  end_ms: 209210\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 209210\nplain: |-\n  Well then\n  Skepta\n  I was like\n  How can i be stupid\n  I got my Walkman in my top pocket\n  My headphones goin' into my blazer sleeve\n  You think i'm resting my head on my hand\n  Nah fam, I'm listening to music\n  What? You didn't know what i was doing?\n  I'm on the ball like Patrick Ewing\n  You better not get out your chair\n  Cause when you come back\n  You'll be sitting in the gum im chewing\n  I kept acting a fool 'til i left school\n  With one GCSE, screwin'\n  Hit the road, Li-\n  Yo i got a little buzz\n  I lef the road for my supporters that showed me love, aight'\n\n  Alright alright\n  Junior\n  A.K.A Joseph Adenuga, left school with one GCSE\n  Self raising flower, two eggs and a ruler\n  I went home straight to the computer\n  My mom told me to turn it down\n  A couple years later - I'm in the jeweller\n  Picking up stuff that i only dreamed about being able to afford\n  I bought my dad a brand new car\n  Straight of the showroom floor, it weren't a Porsche\n  But it meant the same thing to him\n  Stop smiling Dad, jump in the thing\n  Emotional, i wanna cry\n  My eyes tingeling\n\n  See\n  They wanna know how i'm on the way to a mill\n  But still, i keep it so real\n  Ok, i'm ready to answer the question\n  No deal\n  Just me and Sam, that's a good team\n  Right now i'm living the hood dream\n  Me, Ghetts, Giggs and C\n  Repping the UK at the BET\n  And Tinchy Stryder once told me\n  \"Skepta play the game but break the rules\n  Even if it's a fist fight take a tool\n  Even if it's one-per-person take it all\"\n  'Cause nobody is praising Boy Better Know for getting of the ground\n  So i ain't jumping off my high horse anytime soon\n  'Cause it's just too far down\n  And i can hear man saying\n  \"Skepta's gonna fall off, oxymoron\"\n  I run on to the grime MC pitch and kick the ball off, what\n  It's Skepta the listeners wanna hear more of\n  You had a little buzz but it wore off\n  I don't wanna hear no talk about sawn-off\n  I kick the door off\n  Run up in a house like God forgive me if i hurt any children\n  Can't take me for Paris Hilton\n  You better know i'm a Tottenham Temple soldier\n  Hold tight Mr. Wilson\n  Call me a lyrical author\n  I specialize in lyrical slaughter\n  And if you think he's better than me\n  Then you ain't got taste like water\n\n  No matter how hard you try to\n  You can never make duppy like i do\n  Any way you wanna hide i'll find you\n  Do i have to remind you that i'm on a one man thing\n  But i got a big family like Patel and Singh\n  So when i go make me a duppy\n  Nobody knows who boyed off the ting\n  They're like \"Skepta what's popping?\"\n  So i told them Ace of Spades\n  Me, Scholar, Rapid and Gracious K\n  Treat the champagne like a MAC-10\n  When i get hold of it i pop it off and spray\n  Plus my cousin Dwight just come outta jail\n  So i'm celebrating today\n  I'm like \"hip-hip-hooray\"\n  I won't stop\n  I cleaned up with a broom and a mop\n  And now i got IBS on my intestines feelin' like it's tied in a knot\n  Tim, it must be all the champagne\n  I'm a Dan like Marc and Zane\n  Heavy-weight champion\n  So you know i had to get Frank Warren on my album campaign\n  A lot of money's is exchanged in accounts\n  I'm talking bout' stupid amounts\n  All your cheques are like a basketball\n  They bounce\n  You man are air like Michael Jordan\n  Better still you man are like Rodman\n  Big shout to my bruddas in Tottenham\n  That love me like they love Game in Compton\n\n  Yo, it's Joseph\n  I get dough, bread, Hovis\n  Plus me and my paper stick together like Sticha and Otis\n  Girl better know, Boy Better Know dis'\n  I bought an R6 got chased by the boydem and got shift\n  I got a fine and a 6-month driving ban so i sold it\n  Fam-a-lam i'm fine\n  Boy Better Know is the label, i'm already signed\n  I'm the reason anyone over twenty-five still listens to grime\n  Yeah take that to heart\n  My ears burning from the talk in the yard\n  \"N-nah man i don't like grime\n  But you see that guy Skepta, he's hard\"\n  Nah you can't do it like me\n  Part-time criminal, full-time MC\n  Feds wanna lock up the IC3\n  Because i don't play like a blank CD\n  It's the way that i am with the women\n  I merked every single dance that I've been in\n  Commercial artist, still one of grime's hardest\n  Stuck in the middle like sandwich filling\n\n  Bwah\n"}]